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43,402 | 1,193 | 94 | 669 | 1,088 | Isabel was driving to home when the message arrived. “Good timing, right after I left work” she commented to herself before doing a sudden u-turn. She stopped a few blocks away from the meeting place and prepared herself by transforming. Quickly skipping across the roofs she arrived at the meeting place. A lot of people were already at the place. “Tank, Reaper, Electro Edge, Turn Back. Eh, it will have to do” she thought before pouncing close to them.
“So, here we are huh?” She said to her partners “Is anyone missing or are we ready? I take Scarlet won’t be standing still forever” she looked around the ruined house and all of the problems and possibilities.
“Okay, look, I think we could do the following, just a suggestion, please don’t throw a tantrum or anything.” She glanced quickly at Levi before looking back to the group “Reaper goes first while hiding, Me, TB and Shockdude take positions around the house. Finally Tank goes in and scares the witch out, wherever she runs to there will be someone to catch her… Ah wait” she took her phone out again “Oh yeah, do not aggravate, crap, we can’t just attack like this. Uh, any of you is good at Diplo? I am not, and no offense, but Shock and Tank are not good choices either... “
She sighed and threw her arms up, this Team thing was really freaking hard. | Name:
Isabel Cohen
Quote:
“In any extinction the biggest and strongest is the first to die”
Alias:
Gorgon Eyes (Due to her bright yellow eyes when she is transformed)
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Family:
Tabatha (super) - Mother
Marcelo (normal) - Father
Miranda (super) - Sister
Occupation:
Student, Paleontologist
Appearance:
She has an athletic and slim body shape, sometimes described as “tomboyish”, her skin is a light tanned brown. She keeps her messy dark brown hair at shoulder height. She usually has no casual dress code, as long as it is loose and featureless she is wearing it, when working she wears more fitting clothes, usually jeans with a shirt and a jacket. She likes some accessories like necklaces and wristbands as long as they are made from fiber or wood. She has problems with her vision which often forces her to wear glasses, which contrast a lot with her overall “wild” look.
When out as a vigilante she usually wears a hoodie with track pants, usually grey ones if she is in a city and camo if she is in a park or out of the town. If the battle gets a bit intense and she needs to use all of her power her transformation will usually require that she rips off those clothes, because of that she always carry a backpack with a spare outfit.
Her “Feral” look is an odd mix of her human form with reptile and mammal features, to be more specific, she acquires features of a Therapsid, creatures who ruled the earth before the Dinosaurs, and who almost disappeared in all the massive extinctions that lead to the Jurassic period, the exception being a little branch that one day would be called Mammalia. (For reference on Therapsids)
Method of Operation:
Hit and run. She prefers fast interventions that end as quickly and as quietly as possible. She picks her targets at random as she strolls trough the streets at night, any crime is enough for her start a pursue. When in town she usually stays non-lethal, in the rare ocasiona she is out on the field or in a forest she is more “trigger happy” as there is no consequence. She tries to stay hidden and most of the talks about her are seen as urban legends and rumours.
Superpower:
“Devolution”
This DNA power makes recessive and ancestral genes flourish. She never loses her human shape but some features change. The skill works chronologically, however early stages are useless to her, primates just makes her more agile and small mammals just make her nails and teeth sharper. The real deal is when she reaches the Permian era when the Mammal’s ancestors ruled the earth, giving her speed, stamina and very sharp claws.
It’s possible for her to go further than that into reptile and amphibian territory, theoretically even beyond, however it’s unpractical because of the downside of her power: Her senses change as she “devolves”, getting more and more simple the further back she goes, anything past Therapsid starts to get very confusing, by the amphibian point her brain can’t properly connect anymore and she goes blind and deaf.
Skills:
She is athletic due to her training as a teenager. Being a college student she knows a lot not only about paleontology but general geography and biology.
Equipment:
--
Personality:
Distant but not cold. Isabel usually drifts off in her own thoughts and studies but isn’t particularly annoyed by others, on the contrary, she likes to talk, however only a few can endure her almost nihilistic behaviour, almost because she loves life and her status as a human, but she can’t ignore the fact of how much of a small and accidental thing her species is.
She feels very mixed about supers, on one side she fears that Earth might see its sixth great extinction, on the other, she is amazed by how mankind evolved such powers. Either way, one kind of people that will always be on her bad side are “bullies” as in, people who think might is right and only the strong should survive, when a quick look on animals of today and the past reveals the contrary, the strong often die as they get too big and too comfortable with their position on the apex.
Biography:
Her mother was Tabatha, a well known super who protected the city with her “magical” powers on her silly witch outfit. Due to that both Isabel and her sister Miranda grew on a wealthy yet isolated home, which wasn’t much of a trouble as her parents were always present and affectionate.
Until the powers started to show up, that is. Miranda started to showcase powers similar to her mother, energy manipulation that is referred to as “magic”, quickly making her mom proud. Isabel however got some sort of wild and unrefined power, and her parents, while clearly not being angry at her, stopped with the plan to train her as her power was much more unpredictable and “ugly” if compared to her sister’s and her mother’s. Even so Isabel kept exploring her skills in secret.
One day a maid “left by accident” a ladder near the wall that surrounded their mansion, needless to say always curious Isabel took the chance to explore the outside. Unfortunately for her it was an ambush. The maid was an agent of a group that abused supers to help with work and research, and while at first she was there to scout Miranda she found Isabel’s powers to be much more useful.
She was sent to a lab in a foreign tropical jungle where scientists started to study her powers to see if it could be used to revive extinct animals. At first the tests were rough, she was exposed to extreme cold and heat, forced to exercise until she couldn’t move anymore and they would constantly collect her blood. Then they started to leave her alone in the jungle, no food, no clothes, to see what she would do to survive.
Then an odd thing started to happen, maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome, but Isabel and the scientists started to develop some sort of friendship. The tests started to get softer, she started to donate her blood willingly, they started to tell her about the project and about the creatures it could bring back and she was amazed by that possibility. Furthermore they liked her power, she was free to go wild as much as she wanted and they would never oppose.
Years went by, then one day Isabel left to explore the jungle and meet animals, and when she came back her sister and mother were at the lab and all scientists were on the ground, bleeding. For her mom the ripped clothes, the scars, the sun burnt skin and the messy hair were results of cruelty and she begged for forgiveness for her failure as she lovingly hugged her daughter, promising that this would never happen again, that she would be safe.
And there she was, now a late teenager and back to her old life, to the annoying dresses, to the disgusting industrial food, to the walls confining her path. Needless to say it didn’t took long before she left the place again. But it became clear that was not her world, that she would never be part of her Mother and Sister’s “spandex” team. It took a while but her family accepted it too.
Eventually she went to live by herself and found a small job, almost nobody could recognize her as Tabatha’s daughter so all she did was to change her surname to avoid trouble. She started to go to college and studied paleontology, eventually becoming a trainee in a research team. She also became familiar with the darker side of the cities, and quickly decided to use her powers to “fix” it a bit whenever she had free time, a relaxing hobby to ease the tensions of the daily routine.
Relationships:
None (For now?)
Extra:
Nobody is normal, but we are the coolest kind of not normal. |
43,403 | 1,193 | 95 | 311 | 56 | Eric was reading up on the protest at Vale Street online. He missed seeing it on TV, as he slept through the live commentary, completely exhausted from the day before. He was thinking about finally being able to move out from his parents' house, and the new apartment block sounded perfect. Until KaRe decided to handle things, at least. But surprisingly enough, the head of the company herself showed up to take matters into her own hands. And it seemed like things would smoothen out after all.
There were also some articles about another disappearance: Hummingbird. Umbra was keeping busy of course, this is why Ditch decided to step in and form the team. Which is now... two teams? Whatever.
Aaand of course who could leave out our dearest, lovable Captain Powerhouse, that self-righteous, self-important, self-serving douchebag.
"Damien, you asshole..."
He was thinking about catching up with the other supers, maybe go training, or go through some plans, or just... grab some food and watch a movie. But unfortunately he had no idea how to get into contact with them. Should have asked for some phone numbers, or like a facebook contact name.
As he was meditating on this, he received a message from Ditch. Blocked number, of course...Great. It was time to move.
He went out in casual clothing, as it was still bright daylight and didn't want to bring attention to a blue man flying around. He took a bus, and got off a few blocks near Mermary Lane. Right, I need to find an abandoned alley, there should be one around here, right?
It took him a few minutes to find a narrow street with seemingly no-one around. There was a big pile of trash hoarded to the side of it as well. Why don't we have phone booths anymore...? He scratched his head, then closed his eyes. He felt his clothes slip from him and fall to the ground woth a soft thud as he shifted to this super form. He didn't plan on just leaving here in the middle of the street of course, not like... a few months back. He was prepared. An empty trash bag lay waiting in the back pocked of his jeans, which he took out and proceeded to tuck the clothes inside. Right, blends right into the background. Inconspicuous. Let's just hope I'll find it when I get back... I really need a better method than this.
As he approached the meeting place, he could already see some of the others were already there: Raven Tale, Black Rose, Omega, and of course, Ditch, without the mask, for some reason. He went up to them, materialized his left hand, and gave Omega a friendly tap on the shoulder.
"Hey everyone, what's up? Everything cool?" | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,404 | 1,193 | 96 | 314 | 285 | One by one they arrived in their own fashion, from near threats to pouncing down to … walking there. Reaper raised a slight eyebrow underneath her hood at Turn Back, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. He probably hid his transport already. Instead the vigilante turned to sweep her gaze over the assembled group, listening in silence as Gorgon was the first to start considering their plan of action. Soon however her blackened eyes once more focused on the dilapidated house.
“She might be more willing to talk than you think,” Reaper finally commented, raising a gloved hand to point towards the house. “Look. There is no movement. I can’t hear anything either. You would think the house would creak. But I can sense someone in there – she’s hiding.” A pause then, and a small shrug of her shoulders.
“Either that or there’s a hidden base.” Reaper stepped slightly to the side, closer to Tank’s shadow. Instantly it began to wisp up and around their legs, curling before disappearing into the air. “There’s really any number of possibilities. Planning for them all will take time we do not have. I suggest the diplomatic approach at first as well – which is why I’m going to go in.” With her words out Reaper abruptly dropped into Tank’s shadow. It was best she got there before Sparky anyway.
Taking the unconventional method of reappearing directly into the house’s kitchen was child’s play. Everything inside was dark after all, all it took was finding a window while talking to the others to have her entry point. Her hands appeared first, grabbing onto the wall as she pulled herself out and landed on her feet on the rotting wood. Just like she suspected the very foundation of the house seemed to groan with the motion. The place looked like no one had touched it in a few decades. Disgusting.
”I’m buying this place just to tear it down after this,” Reaper couldn’t help but think bitterly as she kicked some of the trash away. The place looked like a rat’s nest, as though it would collapse on her head any second. Really it was a good thing she could escape darkened places. A quick glance around, including nudging open a few places fearlessly – one of the closet doors in the hallway fell off – yielded nothing interesting other than some dirt on her outfit. Jasper would have to clean it when she got home.
There was only one other place to look, provided the hidden base idea wasn’t in play. Reaper quickly found the steps to the second floor and couldn’t help but crinkle her nose underneath the balaclava. The stairwell looked like she’d get asthma just from walking up it. Letting out a long suffering sigh Reaper shook her head and started up the rotting steps, skipping over the missing ones – though even those still there creaked forebodingly. Exploring the second floor wouldn’t take long at all either – it all just seemed empty.
“I wonder if Scarlet Shifter is really just Scarlet Cockroach right now, laughing at my misfortune. Joke’s on her, I don’t live in this dump.” Reaper couldn't help but grump as she started glancing around the second floor with the same caution. It just appeared... empty. | Name
Zoey KasimirQuote
--Alias
ReaperAge
23Gender
FemaleFamily
Father . Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.Occupation
University student.Appearance
Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.
Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.Method of Operation
Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.
Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.Personality
Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?Superpower
Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.Skills
Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’Biography
As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for university across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.
Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?
Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.Theme Song
Money - Mystery SkullsRelationships
None currently.Extra
We’re not normal, that’s for sure. |
43,405 | 1,193 | 97 | 890 | 504 | Girard had a gnawing feeling something was up and it wasn't a good feeling to have considering where they were. He remembered that Scarlet had been injured last that was seen or heard of her, could have made her easier to track for whoever did it, it got him thinking they might've been later than they could have been. Given the silence and the state of the place he didn't see it being more than a temporary hideout but one that would make intruders think twice about entering for fear of injury or possibly sickness from the conditions inside but it was the quiet that had him wondering. Was there something wrong with the rogue if she was still there? It was entirely possible she could have gotten out before them or she might not have had a choice. The big man took a quick breath to steady his mind, they would cross that bridge if they came to it but expecting the worse or at least acknowledging it was all part of preparation. The timing on him calming his mind couldn't have come at a better time when he heard a familiar voice from not far away.
"Has anyone else come?"
Tank turned his head to face Reaper not knowing exactly how she knew there was someone but he might ask later though it was the question following that produced a smile on his face. He would have responded but Sparky showed up in quick succession making a mildly hostile entrance but it didn't last long, they were still missing a couple others but it wouldn't be long he figured. It took a minute or two but sure enough Turn Back made his appearance posing the same question as him and Reaper, because really how in the hell was he expected to get into that wreck without making it worse? Just as the thought entered his mind Gorgon Eyes showed up to complete the group and make a few suggestions some of which the big man was a little opposed too, and he would remember the diplomacy comment later.
"She might still be hurt and since she is being hunted while alone, I think we can get some reason across so it doesn't get bad hopefully. Also I'll keep watch from out here so there is still a building left to search. Better start heading in the rest of you and holler if you need me." Girard said putting in his two cents, and mild humor, before Reaper disappeared using his shadow to enter the building.
That was probably the easiest start to moving around she's had today. He thought wondering if Reaper was going to make a habit of using his shadow like that.
The big man would patrol a little around the mess of a house once the rest of the group went in and hoped for the best, that they could talk Scarlet down before shit got stirred up. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
Relationships:
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,406 | 1,193 | 98 | 1,331 | 353 | Wraith
An orphanage? Really? Wraith hoped that there was a good reason for this, and it wasn't just some kind of sick joke. Complaining wouldn't help her standing with the group at all, and she got the feeling that Ditch already didn't like her very much. Not that that was Wraith's problem. Ditch, and the rest of the group, would just have to sort out their creative differences. She'd find a way to work around them for now, although she probably wouldn't get away with any of her more direct methods. With that in mind, she checked her pockets and smiled when her hand closed around a small glass vial. I can do less direct.
She switched off her phone. It didn't seem likely that she'd get any more messages concerning the case, meaning that the only person likely to message her would be her dad shouting at her for being out of the house. Nothing of any use. Speaking of useless, her sense of direction had fallen apart. She knew she was late by now, but there was no rush. The upside of not being trusted by her teammates was that they wouldn't start without her, seeing as they probably wanted to keep track of her actions. She had to be close by now though. Really, with the amount of time she'd spent walking around she should have found it by now just through random chance. Ahh, well, she'd give it another ten minutes. Not like she was going to ask anyone for directions. She didn't want to deal with witnesses, and she couldn't just eliminate innocent people for seeing her face.
Sure enough, she soon found the orphanage, managing to avoid running into anyone that asked questions. She'd not even been distracted by her job, which was surprising. Perhaps the criminals just weren't coming out today. It seemed possible that they were ignoring her, which was annoying. Incredibly annoying, much like most of the people she had to work with. No use in procrastinating any longer, so she headed to their meeting place.
Sure enough, it seemed like most of them were here. She wasn't as late as she thought though, getting in right after Ecto. Good thing too. She'd have hated to miss a chance to face off against another super. Especially one with powers so similar to her own, it seemed interesting. Even if she didn't get a proper fight out of it, she loved a good chase. It was always more fun when they ran away.
She walked towards the group with a smile. Time for her to at least try to act friendly. She knew Ditch was suspicious of her, to say the least, but she didn't know how many of the other vigilantes had figured her out. No harm in trying to maintain a good impression for as long as possible. "Hey there!" she said cheerfully, fixing her mask onto her face. "Am I late? Sorry if I am! I'm sure you all missed me just as much as I missed you." Sure, that really meant not at all, but who were they to know that. She followed this up with a cheerful smile, as though she was just too shallow and stupid to grasp the seriousness of their task.
Ugh. Wraith hated this airheaded persona, but it normally seemed to work to hide her motivations. No reason to trouble the average citizen or weak-willed vigilante with her need to eliminate the lawbreakers, and who would suspect it of someone that appeared so shallow? At least her acting skills were helping out with something, as long as no-one picked up on it. She was trying to avoid eye contact with Ditch especially. A few words from the hacker could quite easily ruin the charade. Still, Wraith planned to keep her word. No unnecessary accidents.
Such a shame that all the 'accidents' she'd caused were very much necessary. | Name: Kara Banks
Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.
During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.
When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.
Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.
If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.
Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.
Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.
Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.
Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.
Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.
In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.
She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.
Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.
For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.
After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.
Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound
Relationships: Not discussed
Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal. |
43,407 | 1,193 | 99 | 716 | 5,230 | When it came to the 'superhero community' Valencia always saw herself as an outsider. Sure there were other vigilantes in millennium city and some of them had supernatural powers but the comparisons ended there. She couldn't give a shit about captain Powerhouse or his general lack of popularity among the street level vigilantes, this was all super-hero nonsense politics anyway. Graffiti was just a name to go with the gadgets, but Valencia just saw herself as and Ex-cop in a mask, doing real police work without any red tape or regulations, more duty than destiny.
She switched the TV off halfway through the report about Zoey Kasmir, she hated semi-celeb news, and it was time to get back to duty. Ditch's text said to gather at the creepy orphanage a few blocks from where Valencia's apartment was, so she threw on her hoodie and started tying her bandanna round her face while deciding what spray cans to take with her.
Ecto proved himself a capable ally, but I'm still not sure about Omega and RavenTale, I know I'm not easy to work with and will that harm our chances against wall-walker? Gotta rely on myself, too many risky factors.
Graffiti grimaced as she placed a can of Black spray paint in her rucksack and mentally hoped she wouldn't have to use it.
She jumped out of her apartment window and flew straight for the destination, visualizing defeating Wall Walker in dominant fashion.
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(10 mins of flying later)
Graffiti landed right next to the group, they were all there, staring at the building. She nodded at Ditch as she grabbed her paintball gun and cocked it ready. She gave Ecto a quick wink before turning to Omega. Is gravity effective against wallwalker? I assume that youve been doing this longer than I have and maybe you've had to tangle with solid object phasers before?
Graffiti watched RavenTale carefully a couple of seconds, she wasn't sure why, but she always wanted to keep the summoner in her field of view. She noticed Black Rose there too who seemed to be fiddling with some gadget in her hand as she finished explaining it. Graffiti always found gadgets interesting as she felt that they were under used in vigilante work, but she felt the need to question Black Rose about herself.
Black Rose, you dont actually have any powers do you? No offense but I dont consider 'fast learning' a super ability, I was a fast learner at chemistry in high school but I didn't name myself after a rare flower because of it. Why not stick to gadgets full time and be like Batman or something? | Name: Valencia Matthews
Quote: One day, I'm sure I'll wake up from this and laugh.
Alias: Graffiti
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Foster Parents: Joe and Kyra Matthews.
Occupation: Former Police Scientist Recruit.
Appearance:
Valencia as 'Graffiti'
The hoodie worn in this costume has a special dye that reacts to the light, by focusing her powers she can either have the colours settle and go thick and dark to blend in with the shadows or she she can excite the chemicals to glow neon. Underneath the hoodie is a stab proofvest. She usually also wears a rucksack which holds extra spray paint and various other items.
Before receiving her powers, Valencia would typically wear skater wear on the weekends or hiking gear on holidays. But while in the recruitment process for the Police Science division she would always dress smart in shirts and dress pants for work, although she hated how boring the attire was, She would always wear a CitySick brand streetwear t-shirt underneath her white dress shirt as to feel a bit more normal in such an enviroment. Since her job has ended she regularly wears flanel shirts and shorts when out and about.
Valencia is 5'4 and 112 pounds.
Superpower:
Ironically, Graffiti's powers have nothing to do with paint. Her actual only superpower is to control air pressure in a short space around her. On its own the power is fairly weak, she can only use it against enemies when in closequarters which is dangerous, and the air pressure manipulation is only strong enough to knock a few grown men off their feet with air burst up close. She can also make breathing for others difficult or impossible by manipulating the air pressure in their lungs, but this can only be done up-close and personal. She can make her close combat moves slightly more effective by increasing velocity of the air of where shes attacking and also use air bursts to 'air dash' quickly in directions to evade attacks or run faster in her own personal slipstream, though this takes massive concentration.
Equipment
Graffiti becomes an effective vigilante when she combines her power with her equipment, her 'spray paint' is actually made up of chemicals she stole from the police science department before she was fired. He chemical knowledge has allowed her to make weaponised or gadgetised paint.
The blue spray paint is a strong tear gas which is used to disorentate opponents.
The yellow spray paint is a sleeping gas which can knock out weak opponents, or make stronger ones, drowsy and slow
The orange spray paint is an extremely high pressure propellent gas, with combined with Graffiti's powers she can use as 'Jetpack Cans' to take off and fly for a limited amount of time as long as the can has the gas. (two full cans can keep her flying for about 20 mins)
The Green spray paint is an acid, that when focused can burn through solid structures over a span of time. for something like a brick wall she would have to use the entire can and wait a few minuites for the acid to eat through. This is mainly used as in infiltration tool.
On top of these cans she carries the 'paintball gun' (pictured) which fires paint balls filled with a super powerful adhesive glue. The velocity of these shots is not actually dictated by the very weak paintball gun (made to look like a submachine gun for intimidation) but by Graffiti's own air pressure powers which she can use to alter the power and speed of each shot mentally.
Abilities and Skills:
Outisde of her powers, Valencia is very good shape due to her athletic and active lifestyle and physical training in the police. She is trained in the use of basic firearms although she only really ever uses her paintball gun. Has very in depth understanding of chemicals and radical science. She is also extremely streetwise and can hold her own in a fight although she has never formally trained in any martial arts outside of a crash combat course in the police.
Biography:
Valencia was left on the doorstep of a foster parents agency at the age of 1, in Millennium City. Her mother, who was 17 at the time was an illegal immigrant from Italy who was escaping an abusive much older boyfriend who she fell pregnant by. She left a note on the doorstep simply saying: 'Please look after my Valencia, I am too young to care for her'.
The baby was then taken into the care system and placed with the Matthews' a young but strict catholic couple living in a lower middle-class area of the city. She was raised with care but not love, her parents never saw her as their own and she rejected the catholic girls school she sent them to. Which lead her to become somewhat rebellious. She then embraced the 'Skater/Graffiti' lifestyle and began skipping school around the age of 17. She also started dating the local burnout slacker Mark Kruger. Mark was a drug addict mainly known for sniffing substances and wasting the entire day smoking pot and dodging college. He dragged Valencia into his loser lifestyle and her grades suffered. She was very much in love with him until he began stealing from her to fund his drug habit at which point she got her life together and promptly left him. She then became passionate about chemistry as to further understand his substance addiction. She then decided to take up a career in police science.
At the age of 23 on her first week on the force. She got a call from her Ex boyfriend Mark who told her he was off drugs now and doing a law degree. He wanted to meet her to congratulate her getting a new job and apologize for his behavior as a teen. Although she was very shocked to hear from him she was happy that he seemed to have turned his life around, so she agreed to meet him after work outside the lab.
Unfortunately, Mark was lying about everything he not only hadn't quit drugs he was now a dealer and dangerous criminal. He knew that the precinct held many chemicals and contraband drugs that Valencia's keycard could get him into. So upon their 'date' Mark and several gang members attack Valencia and forced her to let them into the chemical lab with her. Holding her as a hostage while the subdued the nightwatch guard and began to ransack the place. In the frenzy of the robbery Mark knocked over a shelf of dangerous chemicals which caused a powerful explosion which killed everyone in the room except Valencia who was breathing irregularly surrounded by a strong gale of wind even though they were indoors.
After the incident, Valencia was cleared of any involvement but left the police due to trauma of the event. She would then return to the skater lifestyle focusing on artwork and started working at a spraypaint store, but she couldnt find peace of mind, she was still angry with Mark and his criminal behaviour so she began a secret life as vigilante, using her newfound air pressure abilities to take on criminals (specifically chemical drug pushers) as a character of her former life, the mysterious Graffiti!
Theme Song:
Relationships:
Ditch: Fairly Negative
Due to Valencia's large ego, and defiant personality, shes never going to take to an authority figure well on a social level. Graffiti operates her Vigilante career as her own boss and prefers it that way. She is also a little unnerved at determined Ditch is to take down the new criminal threat. Most vigilantes are motivated by fame, anger or money, but Ditch is different. Graffiti doesnt quite know what to expect.
Levi ' Sir Zappy' Lynn:Very Negative
Graffiti fears Levi, and feels his powers aren't in check. He has one of the most powerful abilities and seems to emotionally cold to be a force for good. After their confrontation she feels she has a lot to prove as a vigilante with a somewhat weaker power and will now act irrationally all for the sake of 'not backing down'
RavenTale:Indifferent
Graffiti doesn't trust most vigilantes and RavenTale is no exception, she hasnt made her mind up about the summoner yet, but finds 'magical' superpowers very creepy. She blames her Catholic upbringing for that paranoia.
Omega:Slightly Positive
Omega was one of the very first Vigilantes that Graffiti heard about when she was still in the police. His good deeds are well documented and even the news media are fairly easy on him, especially compared to other supers in the city. She still finds him too mysterious but is generally convinced he's a genuine heroic figure.
Turn Back:Indifferent
A pretty boy with an interesting super power. Graffiti hasn't mad any attempt to get to know this man yet and hasn't come to any conclusions about him yet.
Wraith:Slightly Positive
For some reason, a lot of the criminals who Graffiti fights have also encountered Wraith so she knows the young woman is picking the right targets. Nothing about Wraiths personality bothers Graffiti in anyway and she seems to just be motivated by a general duty to fight crime, which Graffiti can only respect.
Reaper:indifferent
Much like Turn Back, Graffiti knows next to nothing about this lady apart from random blog posts and the odd news cover. She acknowledges that she is one of the more dangerous individuals in the group and is in no hurry to get on her bad side.
Ecto:Positive
Graffiti isn't sure why, but she finds Ecto very easy to get on with and is also fascinated by his powers as she has always had a small obsession with ghost lore. She would never admit it, but she trusts Ecto because she wants to trust him. He's a down to earth guy who just so happen's to be a hero. Which is what Valencia feels that a vigilante should be.
Tank:Fairly Positive
Graffiti has worked with Tank in the past before and is generally convinced he is a good man if not a little reckless. She is also very much convinced by his powers working well in battle after seeing him take down a whole criminal conspiracy in one evening. Within the group Tank seems the most cautious about jumping into a 'super team' head first and that mirrors Graffiti's own reservations. She may like Ecto more as a person, but she trusts Tank the most out of everyone.
Black Rose:Fairly Negative
She trusts Black Rose about as far as she could airburst her. Graffiti doesn't acknowledge her abilites as 'super' so she has instantly made her mind up that she is a pretender, a pretty outsider who wants to play hero. It also doesn't help that she's seen no media coverage on Black Rose which makes Graffiti wonder if she even fights crime at all, or has just decided to start now that a group has been put together. The rest of the team seem to be happy to trust Ditch's judgement on picking heroes. But she doesn't trust Ditch anymore than Black Rose.....
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,408 | 1,193 | 100 | 469 | 141 | Scarlet Shifter
Reaper glanced around the second floor, but found it just as empty and disgusting as the lower level. When her back was turned peering into one room, a figure, silent as the night, stepped out of the room directly opposite of the one Reaper was inside.
A woman. Combat boots, black jeans, black tank top, and the brightest red hair humanly possible tied in a messy bun. Her left shoulder was heavily wrapped in blood soaked bandaging. Her eyes were red too; they could easily be compared to Levi’s glowing bulbs, only a different color.
“Ten seconds.” She hissed, her voice ever so slightly tinted with pain. “You have ten seconds to talk.”
Wall Walker
“It’s kind of quiet. Aren’t there usually a bunch of screaming children in an orphanage?”
"Good afternoon, Omega. " Ditch said, without even glancing towards him once. "Tis good to see you again. I imagine we await on others." “Yeah. Good to see you too, Raven Tale.”
"I'm surprised he'd be here... maybe someone important is here? Maybe he was once an orphan?" Only now did Ditch’s head turn, her gaze resting on Rose. “He's been hanging around this orphanage quite a bit. I have reason to think he’d be back today.” She looked back to the building with a small sigh.
“You don’t have to worry about any kids getting in harm’s way. They’re on a field trip. Some big company donated money for them to be taken to the zoo. The place is empty.” Ditch said, devoid of any emotion. Either she was nervous, or getting her game face on. Ditch was a cyber vigilante first and foremost; it would be interesting to see how she fared in a physical fight. “If everything works out, your devices should definitely stun him. The problem is getting Walker to stay in one place.”
She vaguely ignored Wraith’s happy-pappy greeting. “Really, if you were trying to hide something I’d suggest being a bit more quiet.” She muttered.
Only when Graffiti spoke did someone really truly grab her attention. Ditch, with gritted teeth, whipped around to face the spray painter. “Fucking hell,” She barked. “Can it. Pun intended. If you’re going to talk shit about your teammates, leave. Her “gadgets” are possibly going to be the way we catch this bastard if it comes to that, so be quiet.” She'd already had enough of Graffiti, and the woman has been here under three minutes.
Ditch glanced around. No other pedestrians. She pulled her skeletal mask out of her satchel bag and tugged it over her face, as well as some black leather gloves. And just then, a figure emerged from the orphanage. No, not from the door. From the brick wall on the side. Actually, correction. Through the brick wall on the side.
Though no one could see it, a grin spread across Ditch’s face. “Go time.” She said. The voice scrambler was clearly on, she sounded as if she was talking through a jar but ten times worse.
The Wall Walker moved away from the orphanage as if he'd just been taking a casual stroll. His hands in his pocket and his dark blue hoodie pulled over his face.
“Walker,” Ditch called. He froze, but didn't turn to look at the skeleton-masked vigilante. She waved a gloved hand at him. “Hey, me and my friends here were wondering if we could have a few words.” He still didn't look at the group, but slowly pulled up a cloth of sorts that had hung around his neck.
“Hard pass.” He retorted sharply, voice deep and gruff. And then, he bolted, heading straight to phase through the shoddy apartment building next-door.
“Well then.” Ditch muttered. “Here we go, I guess.” | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,409 | 1,193 | 101 | 468 | 617 | Her abilities are her's and her's alone. The skills to know exactly how one's abilities work from just a glance is far more valuable than something strictly offensive or defensive. Raven was not really one to get involved into something like this. It was not her problem, in fact she did not even know if her words spoke true. A simple educated guess. But the idea that someone was doubting Rose's credibility as a vigilant was something that caused a low rumble in her throat. It was the same as saying she could not continue if she was blind, and she would not tolerate it. Her voice was even, yet each word was coated in ice, ready to pierce in a sickle.
Her hand opening her book, she allowed the creation to rest in her good arm. Her casted hand showing only a few abnormally pale fingers as they grazed over the pages to enjoy it's secrets as she waited.
The night was cooling, Wraith's voice in the distance seemed off, it was not as natural as it should have been. Someone was acting, though she is a really good one. If she was not so reliant on speech patterns to figure things out, it would have gone unnoticed.
It only took a few more moments till she heard new movement. Light footsteps, really light, as though one was walking on air. Her senses fired up on overdrive she waited. Listing to Ditch with baited breath only to hear Wall Walker take off running. " Estimated Time of death, October 28th, 2011, may she be heard by non other than they who stand"
Raven could hear her own heat beat, baited breath at what was to come from the woman uttering such simple words. Words that held the heaviness of iron chains anchored to concrete.
Still for moments, she waited only to find the silence broken by a sheik of soul shattering rage. A sound that to Raven, has always been that of torment, sheer agony, a cry for help that she had no power to give. And sadly, she doubted all the other vigilantes could hear it. "Shes fine, only those who hold her interest can hear her."
It moved like mist, flowing through the air, with the haunting grace as if she were held under water. Her head swayed ever so slowly, like a predator looking down on it’s next victim. Her jaw missing, a ghastly tongue hanging out with no care. Teeth of rotting time, skin of ashen color, clinging to brittle bones that tore through in places. Hair of wiry strands.
Yet what seemed most unnerving were the gaping depthless holes, still holding a piercing silver eye for each socket, holding nothing but unbridled rage. It was the perfect image of nightmarish terror. Dressed in elegant rags that could have been white, they flown at her side in waves, reaching out like slender arms.
“Please my friend, follow that in which captured my interest, may no blood spill.” A screech in response that rattled her teeth, the wraith moved. Her body vanishing in wispy smoke only for her ghastly cry to be heard a bit away.
Without another word she began to move, Kaite was not going to let Wall Walker escape her if she can help it. But if they became too separated she would be less useful. "She'll keep his trail in her sights for now, tell me if you think its right to act more forceful. Just don't run through her." | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,410 | 1,193 | 102 | 1,465 | 1,197 | Black Rose, you dont actually have any powers do you? No offense but I dont consider 'fast learning' a super ability, I was a fast learner at chemistry in high school but I didn't name myself after a rare flower because of it. Why not stick to gadgets full time and be like Batman or something?
“Fucking hell,” She barked. “Can it. Pun intended. If you’re going to talk shit about your teammates, leave. Her “gadgets” are possibly going to be the way we catch this bastard if it comes to that, so be quiet.”
For starters, Melrose had given a tiny smile, feeling a certain sense of warmth from Ditch somewhat defending her. She enjoyed the feeling, though it was tempered by the apparent bitchiness of Graffiti. She looked at the woman with air pressure powers and raised an eyebrow slowly. Rose wasn't entirely sure why this strange woman had decided to get on her high horse and question someone else's worth, since technically even the most lack luster powers could be used dangerously if applied correctly. Pursing her lips slightly, she responded, "yeah.. I know chemistry... hacking, engineering, 75 languages, stealth techniques, dozens of martial arts, mathematics, physics... and every thing about your power... including things you probably aren't aware of. Yeah. Super learning isn't a power." She had given Graffiti a deadpan expression by the end.
The whole thing was interrupted though as Ditch made mention of it being time - which Rose had to admit silently, that Ditch was pretty cool. Maybe she should also make a mask like that. The thought made her pause for a second as she smiled at the idea. Rose reacted quickly though and followed after Ditch for a little bit, that was until Wall Walker disappeared into a wall. Information flooded into her mind and she huffed slightly. "Fuck... I can only use my wall electrodes if he's going to enter a wall.. not leave it.." she half-muttered to herself. The information in truth wouldn't matter too much to the others, except one fact, which she yelled at, "he goes through thicker walls slower!" With that said, she made a sprint after the man. Sure, she might not be able to follow him directly, but she knew enough free running techniques to likely keep up with the guy until she could shock the hell out of him. | "Even a rose has it's thorns."
I N F O R M A T I O N
Alias: The Black Rose
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Family: Mother; Jasmine Faye (Deceased), Father; Richard Faye (Deceased), Half-Brother; Jason Faye (Estranged), Half-Sister; Jessica Faye (Estranged)
Occupation: Former Librarian Assistant
Appearance: During her causal wear, she tends to dress with a cross between functional and very feminine, often wearing shorter skirts with leggings and loose-fitting shirts. She also tends to favor black fingerless gloves, regardless if she's in her outfit or not, also pairing a unique look with a pair of boots (though they are often tied tighter than most styles). While at night patrolling the streets, she dresses in a black outfit and speaks volumes about freedom of movement compared to anything that might deemed protective. Most notably it includes a longer jacket as well as a cowl to keep her face mostly hidden, which is tied in a specific way to keep it from falling backwards. (Picture: but imagine replacing all the belts with actual cloth/leather)
P O W E R S
Method of Operation: Melrose is fairly well known as a vigilante, striking mostly during the night hours, with a hidden identity, and less than lawful methods. Still, she is known to be one of the more morally-focused ones, avoiding any deaths whenever possible. Her range of duties, as it were, essentially range from anything that catches her eye - from simply store robberies to challenging entire gangs and even some of the more organized crime. Because of this, so is less welcomed in the criminal underworld and has earned the nickname, "The Black Rose," something to signify her femininity but also the fear and hatred they have for her - some even call her "The Black Widow" out of anger. Otherwise she is known more so for her close-combat style and seemingly inability to be hit or captured, even when an entire gang is loaded with automatic weapons - not to say she always wins.
Superpower:
Adaptable Prediction & Intuitive Aptitude
Melrose's powers are specifically geared towards combat and skill oriented situations. Unlike many others, her abilities seem less fantastical, unable to conjure or manipulate elements, teleport, throw cars, or communicate with technology. Instead she has a particular set that allows her to:
• Interpret and predict enemy attacks and react to the incoming attack, brush off or avoid the incoming attacks even from dead angles.
• Instantly learn and understand the complexity and exactness of organisms, objects, subjects, fields, powers, etc. The normal requirements for this is either her direct interaction with said object, etc. or a more detailed description of the area.
• Retain most learned information very well - though not perfectly. Still, it only takes a moment to relearn something she may have forgotten.
• Have peak stamina & strength (for a woman), her body's way of compensating for her learning ability, giving her the chance to use any and all of her skills. This never diminishes.
Weaknesses are despite her ability to predict, she can still find herself in situations where she is outnumbered and outgunned, forcing her to retreat. She also can't react to something that is much faster than her (namely super speeds or highly enhanced speed). Otherwise, while she can instantly learn skills and movements from just seeing them, she cannot copy supernatural powers, only gleam information from them. Not to mention, she has no supernatural offensive or defensive capabilities herself.
Skills:
• Master Martial Artist. Knows various styles, letting her mix-match her attacks into her own unique style - usually focused on avoidance until she can make quick, powerful blows.
• Other Martial Skills, including: Blades, Bows, Throwing Knives, Handguns, Automatic Weapons, & Shotguns.
• Lockpicking.
• Expert Acrobatics & Free-running.
• Stealth Techniques
• Hacking
• Other Skills non-relating to her night "outings."
Equipment: Her equipment is mostly her outfit, lockpicks for physical locks (no keypads or such), throwing knives, and a pair of daggers.
P E R S O N A
Personality: Melrose is an interesting sort. It isn't often that you find a vigilante that is willing to bloody her hands and still be a complete nerd when it comes to fantasy and sci-fi stories, though it might be more accurate to say she is a believer of heroics than just a normal fangirl. So it's no surprise that she is a natural introvert and tends to keep to herself more often than not during large gatherings, yet she had developed enough social skills and initiative to approach others - sometimes. Melrose can still be very shy during certain situations, especially if it's around another woman she happens to have a crush on, but in spite of this quality she is still a very determined, driven individual. However her ability to learn anything can (and has) often come across to others as arrogance, when in reality, she is simply stating or relating facts - or at least that's her intention.
To some, it might be a surprise when they find out how confident she truly can be, especially in the face of danger. Of course her powers assist with this, but even with them, most people tend to see her more or less among those who are normal humans - though with a genius-level intellect (despite that she is not). Coupling with this is a unique mixture of naive idealism and absolute resolve, giving way to a woman that will do practically anything to help her city.
The other part of her personality, in more causal settings, is one of a friendly if a bit quiet woman. She tends to enjoy more relaxing activities such as reading books, watching movies, discussions, and video gaming. She is also a romantic at heart and even though she is generally unhopeful of the future, she still keeps her eyes out for the woman that she might call her own.
Biography: Born to the higher-end neighborhoods of Millennium City, she had known a financially secure childhood with plenty of books and games to spare. However her childhood was a lonely one, with her mother having passed at childbirth and her father being away on business almost all of the time. Instead she was raised by several nannys, none of which stayed long enough to form an actual true bond, which resulted in feelings of abandonment. It did not help that she didn't get along with most other children, mostly because she would cry too much.
Drawing upon her teenage years, she was both instantly aware and confused by her own self. Most of the girls were giggling and flirting with boys and while most of them pitied her for not getting many admirers, she felt it was a blessing. Nothing about the boys interested her, but she found some confusion that the girls did. Thankfully, she had always been the intelligent type and caught on quickly - she was lesbian. Unlike most in her situation, due to her unpopularity, she wasn't harassed much for being that way. Of course it also resulted in even deeper feelings of loneliness and depression, but she pushed on regardless, alone.
When she finally made it to the college stage of her life, her father paid for the entirety of it without a second thought, and without a care for what she wanted to do. Having grown up around books and games, she felt most comfortable in a library - surrounded by lore of all types. So she decided to try and get a Master's in Librarian Science. Meanwhile, to starve the boredum away (since she had all the money), she took a position at the college library as an assistant and being practical, made sure it could pay for her apartment and bills. As fate would have it, it wasn't four months after her position that she came to find out that her father had died during a gun fight... with the police. It quickly came to light that he was a criminal lord and had fought to his last breathe. Unsurprisingly, Melrose felt little of his passing, since he had practically become a stranger to her. However her anger towards his chosen lifestyle lead her to the delay of his will, refusing the money left behind, calling it 'dirty and bloody.'
Her powers later manifested themselves as she was upgrading her computer - of all things. It did so quietly and without fuss, as she was installing another stick of RAM, she found herself toggling switches on the motherboard, booting up BIOs and overclocking her desktop without so much as a single mistake. Afterwards, she could only sit there, staring at the screen before finally asking herself, "how the hell did I just do that?" This continued on for another week, as she picked up skill after skill of varying degrees, from cooking, cleaning, fixing her door, and even stopping to explain to a stock broker advanced techniques of the market holdings. Before she knew it, she was looking down at the face of fate.
All her life she had been awed and wooed by the heroics weaved by fantasy tales and there was something deep inside her that wished she could've been born with powers, with the ability to walk the streets and help those in tough situations, to at the very least bring down the crime rate so families felt safe. Finally, she had that opportunity. Not only a month after she had turned her father's will away, she was back asking for the money again, knowing she would need it if she was going to focus on this task - or at the very least, feeling it was needed to redeem where the money had come from. The rest, learning of her predicting, and stamina, and strength, simply came to her over time as she was forced into dangerous scenarios. It's been a year now and she's known as The Black Rose.
Theme Song: Heal My Wounds
Relationships:
Ditch: Mostly Positive
Rose is impressed by the woman. Regardless if she has powers, it's obvious she doesn't use them very often, which has essentially made her a 'normal' that risked her neck to recruit other supers to work as a team. She might not know much besides her name, but she enjoys her company. Still, she has some doubts Ditch thinks anything special of her, making her slight crush basically pointless - who knows how long it'll last.
Levi 'ElectroBoy' Lynn: Slightly Negative
Rose just sees Levi as a teenager still, despite his age, though one that's had a tough break in life. Still, it's not an excuse for violence and throwing fits. Melrose can't fault him too much though, since he hasn't actual hurt anyone physically when he can do a lot of damage. He's just hurt and taking it out on others.
RavenTale: Slightly Positive
Melrose admires her for not only being blind and independent, but deciding to do more than just ride horses - actually going out and helping people. Still, her hesitation at the first meeting put her slightly off. Maybe Raven just needs to trust a bit more, but at the same time, you're always putting the ones you love at risk doing this work.
Omega: Slightly Positive
Again, she admires why he's doing this and he seems like a decent man. However no matter how much you see online about someone, it still doesn't speak about who a person is - their character. She still needs to see more.
Turn Back: Indifferent
While emphatic to his blight, like Omega, she doesn't actually know the man or who he is.
Wraith: Negative
Most of what Rose finds negative in Wraith in her operations. Her apparent disregard of human life appalls her and while she isn't always one to speak up, she really wants nothing to do with the teenager. Rose is sorry that her parent were murdered, but that isn't any excuse.
Reaper: Slightly Positive
Without knowing much else than information found, which implies the Zoey isn't greedy so much as she's unaware, Rose can't say much about her character. After the news release of her restoring the apartments to an affordable price has given her hope.
Ecto: Indifferent
A bit unsure of this one. He was essentially a nerd - which she does enjoy - but he also doesn't seem to have done anything specific in his time as a vigilante, bringing her to the conclusion that she'll just wait and see.
Tank: Mostly Positive
Despite his past efforts of being a little rough on criminals, Rose doesn't feel she can judge that particular choice. She gets the feels from both the meeting and the reports online that he means good - he's just a bit rough - she's been a bit rough herself in some cases. As it stands, she gets a rather positive feelings from the big guy. Especially after their little 'run in.'
Graffiti: Mostly Negative
While it was indifferent before, her opinion has quickly and drastically gotten worse. Really, it's all from one comment on trying to judge Rose and her powers without knowing a damn thing about her. She finds this false arrogance to be one of the most annoying things in the world. The funny thing is, Graffiti seems not so confident about her own powers, but Rose knows better.
Extra: Besides still being a nerd with heroic ideals, I feel it's important to point out that pretty much no one knows that her being 'smart' IS one of her powers.
"We're not normal." -Unknown |
43,411 | 1,193 | 103 | 195 | 102 | Omega noted the arrival of each his teammates, first of which were Raven Tale and Rose. It was going to be very interesting to see how well they worked together.
"Hey everyone, what's up? Everything cool?"
“All good, dude. Just waiting for the rest of the team.” He gave Ecto a thumbs up and saw Wraith coming up right behind him. She spouted off a line about how she missed everyone, but Omega could see right through the ‘sweet little girl’ act. He’d seen her in action and she was pretty brutal and a little full of herself. Hopefully, being around other supers and growing up a little will check her attitude a bit.
And speaking of attitude adjustments, when Graffiti arrived she immediately started making enemies once again. Her first question was harmless enough:
Is gravity effective against wallwalker? I assume that youve been doing this longer than I have and maybe you've had to tangle with solid object phasers before?
“Well, you don’t really go against Wall Walker as much as you go after him. And my powers allow me to be pretty mobile. This guy gets all over the place, so you better be ready for a wicked chase.”
Then, Graffiti turned to Rose and pretty much dissed her right on the spot. Ditch and Raven had instantly come to her rescue before Rose herself gave her a piece of her mind, and Omega just shook his head. It almost seemed like she was a little insecure about her own powers - thinking that they weren’t as good as someone whose power was more ‘flashy’. She needed to get a hold on that quick, lest she become the weak link on the team. She would be another one to watch.
Omega tensed slightly as Ditch donned her mask and called out to Walker. He fully expected Walker to run, even though Ditch’s words didn’t sound threatening. But, honestly, what else could you do if seven vigilantes showed up at your spot saying they wanted to ‘have a few words?’ He hopped off the wall as soon as Walker ran. Raven Tale immediately summoned one of the creepiest things he had ever seen in his life. Ho-ly shit...what the hell is that thing? He watched as Raven and Rose dashed off and quickly followed suit.
“Wraith, Ecto! You guys can keep up with him the best! Let’s go!”
Omega let up on his personal gravity just slightly so that he could move a little faster without completely floating around. He sprinted and blasted out a window that was nearest where Walker had gone through the wall. He jumped through the hole and did a forward roll into the room, which happened to be a bedroom, and listened for running footsteps.
“There!”
He was still close by but quickly gaining ground and Omega took off in Walker's direction. | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,412 | 1,193 | 104 | 1,284 | 117 | TURN BACK
"Dammit!" Turn Back growled as Reaper poofed inside. "Idiot, don't do that without back!" He muttered, more to himself than anyone else. He began stalking towards the house before stopping and looking at Tank. "Hey Tank... Before I head in there, I need to ask you a favor. Punch me in the face."
"... Did I hear you right? You want me to punch your face?" The goliath asked, confusion evident on his face. And a fair question it was, considering the man could probably crush the heads of lesser men with nary a thought.
"Yes. I'm going in after that idiot, and I'm going to need some extra power in case everything goes to shit. I'll be fine, I can take hits."
"And odd request... But fine, if you insist." Tank said, rubbing his hands together.
"As hard as you can please."
The sound that followed, by all rights, should have been a terrible cracking noise. It was instead a dull thud as a flash of purple energy enveloped Tank's fist as soon as it connected with Turn Back's face, the energy diffusing into the smaller man's skin, his veins glowing with the energy. Turn Back shuddered as his body stored the energy, that was a big blow. He nodded his thanks to the behemoth of a man and stepped inside the dark house. He heard footsteps coming from upstairs and crept that way, picking the steps that seemed the sturdiest. He unfolded his staff and held it to the side as he arrived to the top, watching as Scarlet Shifter appeared and confronted Reaper. Something about her was familiar...
Turn Back cleared his throat, announcing his presence as he stepped up, holding his hands out to the sides. "We don't want to fight, Miss Shifter." He said, keeping his voice low and calm. "We believe you're in danger, that Umbra or his minions are following you. We've been sent by Ditch to help, to bring you somewhere safe where you can recover... And maybe help us fight him. Also I swear I've seen you before." | Name: Jason Grave
Quote: "Pain is temporary. Victory is eternal."
Alias: Turn Back or TB
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Mother (Deceased), Father
Occupation: Office assistant
Appearance: Tall and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.
Jason wears business-type button-up shirts and nice ties for his day job, however once the sun sets it's a very different story. Jason changes from a 'mild-mannered' office person to a darkly-dressed vigilante. He wears a tight black shirt and loose-fit dark jeans. He wears a black glove on his right hand, and has steel-toed boots.
Method of Operation: Jason tends to leap into the middle of a fray, getting into fights with criminals at the drop of a hat. He often allows himself to be hit several times near the beginning of a fight, both to lull his opponents into a sense of security, and to build up his own power. Once he starts to fight back, he uses a folding staff to gather momentum, going for the head, the gut, the knees, any weak point he thinks he can exploit.
Superpower: Kinetic absorbtion and redistribution.
Jason has the ability to absorb and redirect and kinetic energy that he is aware of coming into contact with him. This manifests ina few different ways, as listed below.
Enhanced Stamina
By reabsorbing the energy expended while walking or running, Jason can go much further than the normal person without needing to stop for rest. This is not indefinite however, as some energy is lost with each step.
Limited Invulnerability
So long as Jason is aware of physical attacks made against him, he can absorb the energy of the blow without it harming him. This includes bullets.
Energy Storage/Redirection
Jason can store any kinetic energy absorbed within his body or any object he touches as excess potential energy, to be used as extra force. For example, if he is hit by someone, he can store the energy of that hit into his staff to hit them back with the strength of the staff, and the force they had originally hit him with.
Weaknesses
The energy conversion used by Jason is unstable, making any stored energy equally unstable. If he stores the energy for too long, it will begin to entropy, with explosively catastrophic results. This weakness enhances in both speed and power the more energy is absorbed. For example, the force of an apple hitting his head could lie dormant for weeks or months before detonating, but the power of a train could only be held for a few minutes. In addition to this, Jason is not immune to damage taken from unknown sources, he must be aware of an enemy in order to use his powers to defend himself.
Skills: Jason has learned how to fight, though not in any particular style. More the 'jump and run' tactics young gang members often use on the streets, with the major exception being: Jason doesn't run.
Jason has an above-average understanding of technology, and can familiarize himself with a new computer quite quickly.
Jason is a mediocre baseball player.
Equipment: Folding staff, tucked into a back pocket. Cell phone. Steel-toed boots. A handful of metal nuts
Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, enagaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.
Enemies, on the other hand, see a completely reversed Jason. They see someone who will sit and take a beating, any punishment they can dole out while laughing in their face. Criminals know fear as Turn Back begins to taunt them as he gets up and uses the force of their own blows to beat them senseless. Those who seek to do him harm see a cold, hard face with an icy stare before a booted sole darkens their vision, sometimes for the last time.
Biography: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.
Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.
Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.
Theme Song: TBD
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,413 | 1,193 | 105 | 311 | 56 | Ecto was surprised that the girls started lashing out at each other. Graffiti showed up a minute ago and they were already at each others throats. Why? This is totally unnecessary. Why can't they be chill like Omega?
And Wraith kinda creeped him out. She was cheerful, WAY to cheerful for someone in this business. It was weird...
No wonder the diplomatic route didn't work out: "Me and my friends here were wondering if we could have a few words.”?? Sounds like a line from a mafia movie. Of course Walker decided to bail! So much for subtlety...
“Wraith, Ecto! You guys can keep up with him the best! Let’s go!”
There was no time to waste. If he could catch up to W.W. and possess him, this could be over before it got out of hand. | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,414 | 1,193 | 106 | 314 | 285 | The second floor was just as disgusting as Reaper expected it to be. The bashed in roof did little to help, the tiles scattering as the darkness elemental continued to stalk into the depths of the home. Aside from the creaking under her own feet, and after a few moments her teammates presumably joining her in the downstairs, it was silent. If Scarlet Shifter was here she was being as light on her feet as a cat, which was to be expected from the shifter. Still, the beacon of someone nearby was persistent, and as such so was Reaper.
Her fingers found the frame of one of the only intact rooms on the second floor, leaning in cautiously to peer into the darkness. Reaper’s fingers flexed at her side, shadow wisping as not for the first time she wondered why she couldn’t actually see in the dark. Of course, those thoughts were sufficiently derailed by another’s voice.
“Ten seconds. You have ten seconds to talk.” Immediately Reaper’s back went rigid, but she wasn’t stupid enough to whirl around. Her eyes flicked side to side, down to her shadow as though reassuring herself it was there for her to escape into if needed. However before her thoughts could be collected it seemed one of the other vigilantes indeed had her back, as another one – Turn Back? – soon appeared. It was only as he began speaking did Reaper lift her head to slowly look over her shoulder, keeping her movements slow like one might around a spooked animal. She didn’t dare turn her back from Scarlet, lest she take the action as threatening. For now it was good to be safe – both her and the others had their own methods should things get rough.
“I think you already know you’re in danger, don’t you?” Reaper rumbled lowly, her blackened eyes focusing on what she could see of Scarlet’s wound. “So are we. Every person in this city is with Umbra around. But we have a safer alternative – I can get you out of here in an instant with no trace left for Umbra’s minions to follow you.” Reaper shrugged, turning her upper body just a bit as an ache settled into her neck. Her movements remained slow, deliberate. She didn’t turn her chest to Scarlet but did move to be able to look to her more. Beneath her the floor boards creaked slowly, and no doubt if Levi or the Gorgon were inside they could hear.
The place didn’t sound like Tank going through a stage though, so at least there was that. | Name
Zoey KasimirQuote
--Alias
ReaperAge
23Gender
FemaleFamily
Father . Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.Occupation
University student.Appearance
Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.
Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.Method of Operation
Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.
Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.Personality
Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?Superpower
Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.Skills
Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’Biography
As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for university across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.
Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?
Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.Theme Song
Money - Mystery SkullsRelationships
None currently.Extra
We’re not normal, that’s for sure. |
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Scarlet’s gaze was hard and calculating, teeth clenched tightly together as she stared Turn Back down. “Ditch, huh?” She muttered. “That idiot? Pathetic. Thinking it’s their duty to protect this piece of shit city.. Making promises they can’t keep. Umbra isn’t going down against some little cyber bully who can’t bother to show their face on the battlefield.” Her arms were crossed, and she dug her fingernails into her own skin, anger beginning to seep into her words. “I don’t need a place to recover. I am recovering fan-fucking-tastic right here.” She glared at Turn Back. “Of course you’ve seen me before, idiot. I’m all over the news.”
“A safer alternative.” She mocked, voice filled with bitterness. “I’m always gonna be in danger, no matter if there’s some big-shot freak running around the city. This is the life I’ve made for myself. And the safety of others is not my problem.”
“No,” She said sharply, posture tightening. “I don’t want any part of your stupid ass team, and I don’t need any help. I want you out. NOW.” And with that, immediately something shifted within the red haired maiden. Her teeth sharpened, her pupils changing. Fur grew, fingernails turned into claws and hands turned into paws. The bandaging on her shoulder ripped and tore. The transformation was fast - but both Reaper and Turn Back stood so close that they could see it unfold before their eyes.
A tiger. A giant white tiger with unnaturally red stripes, a bullet hole in the shoulder, and the scariest glowing red eyes. A miracle the floor hadn’t caved in yet, though it was probably nearing that.
She opened her mouth, exposing her long rows of pointed teeth, and she roared. An ear piercing roar that echoed out through the entire house, for all the vigilantes to hear. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,416 | 1,193 | 108 | 1,284 | 117 | TURN BACK
Turn Back's eyes widened as he watched the transformation in front of him, seemingly in slow motion. He could practically feel the rushing of adrenaline as his hands tightened around his staff. The moment before the transformation was complete though, something clicked about her face. He reached up and tore the bandanna away from his face, pointing at the tiger and hoping she could still understand him. "Scarlett-With-Two-T's!" He cried out standing his ground. "You came to me for help last tax season! I saved your ass from getting nailed by the IRS! Let me help you again!"
Turn Back paused, feeling the energy from tank's punch pulse inside his body. This was a gamble, but maybe it could work. Better than trying nothing. "You're right, Ditch can't save the city! I can't, Reaper can't, you can't! But working together, maybe we could! We back each other up, cover each others weaknesses, we could do it!" | Name: Jason Grave
Quote: "Pain is temporary. Victory is eternal."
Alias: Turn Back or TB
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Mother (Deceased), Father
Occupation: Office assistant
Appearance: Tall and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.
Jason wears business-type button-up shirts and nice ties for his day job, however once the sun sets it's a very different story. Jason changes from a 'mild-mannered' office person to a darkly-dressed vigilante. He wears a tight black shirt and loose-fit dark jeans. He wears a black glove on his right hand, and has steel-toed boots.
Method of Operation: Jason tends to leap into the middle of a fray, getting into fights with criminals at the drop of a hat. He often allows himself to be hit several times near the beginning of a fight, both to lull his opponents into a sense of security, and to build up his own power. Once he starts to fight back, he uses a folding staff to gather momentum, going for the head, the gut, the knees, any weak point he thinks he can exploit.
Superpower: Kinetic absorbtion and redistribution.
Jason has the ability to absorb and redirect and kinetic energy that he is aware of coming into contact with him. This manifests ina few different ways, as listed below.
Enhanced Stamina
By reabsorbing the energy expended while walking or running, Jason can go much further than the normal person without needing to stop for rest. This is not indefinite however, as some energy is lost with each step.
Limited Invulnerability
So long as Jason is aware of physical attacks made against him, he can absorb the energy of the blow without it harming him. This includes bullets.
Energy Storage/Redirection
Jason can store any kinetic energy absorbed within his body or any object he touches as excess potential energy, to be used as extra force. For example, if he is hit by someone, he can store the energy of that hit into his staff to hit them back with the strength of the staff, and the force they had originally hit him with.
Weaknesses
The energy conversion used by Jason is unstable, making any stored energy equally unstable. If he stores the energy for too long, it will begin to entropy, with explosively catastrophic results. This weakness enhances in both speed and power the more energy is absorbed. For example, the force of an apple hitting his head could lie dormant for weeks or months before detonating, but the power of a train could only be held for a few minutes. In addition to this, Jason is not immune to damage taken from unknown sources, he must be aware of an enemy in order to use his powers to defend himself.
Skills: Jason has learned how to fight, though not in any particular style. More the 'jump and run' tactics young gang members often use on the streets, with the major exception being: Jason doesn't run.
Jason has an above-average understanding of technology, and can familiarize himself with a new computer quite quickly.
Jason is a mediocre baseball player.
Equipment: Folding staff, tucked into a back pocket. Cell phone. Steel-toed boots. A handful of metal nuts
Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, enagaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.
Enemies, on the other hand, see a completely reversed Jason. They see someone who will sit and take a beating, any punishment they can dole out while laughing in their face. Criminals know fear as Turn Back begins to taunt them as he gets up and uses the force of their own blows to beat them senseless. Those who seek to do him harm see a cold, hard face with an icy stare before a booted sole darkens their vision, sometimes for the last time.
Biography: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.
Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.
Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.
Theme Song: TBD
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,417 | 1,193 | 109 | 716 | 5,230 | Graffiti paid little mind to Ditch's warning, she just raised her middle finger in her direction as she activated her air pressure powers to create a slipstream. She was going to follow Omega's path as his powers were allowing him to move very light footed in the orphanage similar to how she would move with decreased wind resistance in her path. She payed RavenTale no mind either, she was used to her own anti social comments drawing the ire of a few people, so she was thankful she had a mission to distract her from any more prolonged arguments. She turned towards Ecto who was just beginning to make his move into the building as she was, albeit in a completely different method.
Stay frost Ecto, I'll see you in there, good thing we got a warm up fighting bad guys yesterday!
She then turned to Black Rose before following Omega in the building.
Hopefully one of those gadgets can phase you through walls or make your lighter on your feet, cause you aint gonna learn it by watching.
And with a smirk she jumped into the broken window that Omega leapt through. | Name: Valencia Matthews
Quote: One day, I'm sure I'll wake up from this and laugh.
Alias: Graffiti
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Foster Parents: Joe and Kyra Matthews.
Occupation: Former Police Scientist Recruit.
Appearance:
Valencia as 'Graffiti'
The hoodie worn in this costume has a special dye that reacts to the light, by focusing her powers she can either have the colours settle and go thick and dark to blend in with the shadows or she she can excite the chemicals to glow neon. Underneath the hoodie is a stab proofvest. She usually also wears a rucksack which holds extra spray paint and various other items.
Before receiving her powers, Valencia would typically wear skater wear on the weekends or hiking gear on holidays. But while in the recruitment process for the Police Science division she would always dress smart in shirts and dress pants for work, although she hated how boring the attire was, She would always wear a CitySick brand streetwear t-shirt underneath her white dress shirt as to feel a bit more normal in such an enviroment. Since her job has ended she regularly wears flanel shirts and shorts when out and about.
Valencia is 5'4 and 112 pounds.
Superpower:
Ironically, Graffiti's powers have nothing to do with paint. Her actual only superpower is to control air pressure in a short space around her. On its own the power is fairly weak, she can only use it against enemies when in closequarters which is dangerous, and the air pressure manipulation is only strong enough to knock a few grown men off their feet with air burst up close. She can also make breathing for others difficult or impossible by manipulating the air pressure in their lungs, but this can only be done up-close and personal. She can make her close combat moves slightly more effective by increasing velocity of the air of where shes attacking and also use air bursts to 'air dash' quickly in directions to evade attacks or run faster in her own personal slipstream, though this takes massive concentration.
Equipment
Graffiti becomes an effective vigilante when she combines her power with her equipment, her 'spray paint' is actually made up of chemicals she stole from the police science department before she was fired. He chemical knowledge has allowed her to make weaponised or gadgetised paint.
The blue spray paint is a strong tear gas which is used to disorentate opponents.
The yellow spray paint is a sleeping gas which can knock out weak opponents, or make stronger ones, drowsy and slow
The orange spray paint is an extremely high pressure propellent gas, with combined with Graffiti's powers she can use as 'Jetpack Cans' to take off and fly for a limited amount of time as long as the can has the gas. (two full cans can keep her flying for about 20 mins)
The Green spray paint is an acid, that when focused can burn through solid structures over a span of time. for something like a brick wall she would have to use the entire can and wait a few minuites for the acid to eat through. This is mainly used as in infiltration tool.
On top of these cans she carries the 'paintball gun' (pictured) which fires paint balls filled with a super powerful adhesive glue. The velocity of these shots is not actually dictated by the very weak paintball gun (made to look like a submachine gun for intimidation) but by Graffiti's own air pressure powers which she can use to alter the power and speed of each shot mentally.
Abilities and Skills:
Outisde of her powers, Valencia is very good shape due to her athletic and active lifestyle and physical training in the police. She is trained in the use of basic firearms although she only really ever uses her paintball gun. Has very in depth understanding of chemicals and radical science. She is also extremely streetwise and can hold her own in a fight although she has never formally trained in any martial arts outside of a crash combat course in the police.
Biography:
Valencia was left on the doorstep of a foster parents agency at the age of 1, in Millennium City. Her mother, who was 17 at the time was an illegal immigrant from Italy who was escaping an abusive much older boyfriend who she fell pregnant by. She left a note on the doorstep simply saying: 'Please look after my Valencia, I am too young to care for her'.
The baby was then taken into the care system and placed with the Matthews' a young but strict catholic couple living in a lower middle-class area of the city. She was raised with care but not love, her parents never saw her as their own and she rejected the catholic girls school she sent them to. Which lead her to become somewhat rebellious. She then embraced the 'Skater/Graffiti' lifestyle and began skipping school around the age of 17. She also started dating the local burnout slacker Mark Kruger. Mark was a drug addict mainly known for sniffing substances and wasting the entire day smoking pot and dodging college. He dragged Valencia into his loser lifestyle and her grades suffered. She was very much in love with him until he began stealing from her to fund his drug habit at which point she got her life together and promptly left him. She then became passionate about chemistry as to further understand his substance addiction. She then decided to take up a career in police science.
At the age of 23 on her first week on the force. She got a call from her Ex boyfriend Mark who told her he was off drugs now and doing a law degree. He wanted to meet her to congratulate her getting a new job and apologize for his behavior as a teen. Although she was very shocked to hear from him she was happy that he seemed to have turned his life around, so she agreed to meet him after work outside the lab.
Unfortunately, Mark was lying about everything he not only hadn't quit drugs he was now a dealer and dangerous criminal. He knew that the precinct held many chemicals and contraband drugs that Valencia's keycard could get him into. So upon their 'date' Mark and several gang members attack Valencia and forced her to let them into the chemical lab with her. Holding her as a hostage while the subdued the nightwatch guard and began to ransack the place. In the frenzy of the robbery Mark knocked over a shelf of dangerous chemicals which caused a powerful explosion which killed everyone in the room except Valencia who was breathing irregularly surrounded by a strong gale of wind even though they were indoors.
After the incident, Valencia was cleared of any involvement but left the police due to trauma of the event. She would then return to the skater lifestyle focusing on artwork and started working at a spraypaint store, but she couldnt find peace of mind, she was still angry with Mark and his criminal behaviour so she began a secret life as vigilante, using her newfound air pressure abilities to take on criminals (specifically chemical drug pushers) as a character of her former life, the mysterious Graffiti!
Theme Song:
Relationships:
Ditch: Fairly Negative
Due to Valencia's large ego, and defiant personality, shes never going to take to an authority figure well on a social level. Graffiti operates her Vigilante career as her own boss and prefers it that way. She is also a little unnerved at determined Ditch is to take down the new criminal threat. Most vigilantes are motivated by fame, anger or money, but Ditch is different. Graffiti doesnt quite know what to expect.
Levi ' Sir Zappy' Lynn:Very Negative
Graffiti fears Levi, and feels his powers aren't in check. He has one of the most powerful abilities and seems to emotionally cold to be a force for good. After their confrontation she feels she has a lot to prove as a vigilante with a somewhat weaker power and will now act irrationally all for the sake of 'not backing down'
RavenTale:Indifferent
Graffiti doesn't trust most vigilantes and RavenTale is no exception, she hasnt made her mind up about the summoner yet, but finds 'magical' superpowers very creepy. She blames her Catholic upbringing for that paranoia.
Omega:Slightly Positive
Omega was one of the very first Vigilantes that Graffiti heard about when she was still in the police. His good deeds are well documented and even the news media are fairly easy on him, especially compared to other supers in the city. She still finds him too mysterious but is generally convinced he's a genuine heroic figure.
Turn Back:Indifferent
A pretty boy with an interesting super power. Graffiti hasn't mad any attempt to get to know this man yet and hasn't come to any conclusions about him yet.
Wraith:Slightly Positive
For some reason, a lot of the criminals who Graffiti fights have also encountered Wraith so she knows the young woman is picking the right targets. Nothing about Wraiths personality bothers Graffiti in anyway and she seems to just be motivated by a general duty to fight crime, which Graffiti can only respect.
Reaper:indifferent
Much like Turn Back, Graffiti knows next to nothing about this lady apart from random blog posts and the odd news cover. She acknowledges that she is one of the more dangerous individuals in the group and is in no hurry to get on her bad side.
Ecto:Positive
Graffiti isn't sure why, but she finds Ecto very easy to get on with and is also fascinated by his powers as she has always had a small obsession with ghost lore. She would never admit it, but she trusts Ecto because she wants to trust him. He's a down to earth guy who just so happen's to be a hero. Which is what Valencia feels that a vigilante should be.
Tank:Fairly Positive
Graffiti has worked with Tank in the past before and is generally convinced he is a good man if not a little reckless. She is also very much convinced by his powers working well in battle after seeing him take down a whole criminal conspiracy in one evening. Within the group Tank seems the most cautious about jumping into a 'super team' head first and that mirrors Graffiti's own reservations. She may like Ecto more as a person, but she trusts Tank the most out of everyone.
Black Rose:Fairly Negative
She trusts Black Rose about as far as she could airburst her. Graffiti doesn't acknowledge her abilites as 'super' so she has instantly made her mind up that she is a pretender, a pretty outsider who wants to play hero. It also doesn't help that she's seen no media coverage on Black Rose which makes Graffiti wonder if she even fights crime at all, or has just decided to start now that a group has been put together. The rest of the team seem to be happy to trust Ditch's judgement on picking heroes. But she doesn't trust Ditch anymore than Black Rose.....
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,418 | 1,193 | 110 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Interacting with: Team Scarlet
The final member of the team had arrived, Turn Back, seemingly from the bus. Levi has actually never had to use to travel with local amnesties because of his powers. He wasn't the diplomat type, so he just let the other three decide who would actually try and reason with Scarlet. Levi thought it wasn't going to be as easy as that so he stayed on his toes and riled his powers, the dark amber-yellow crackling and slowly encircling him.
As soon as Reaper dipped into the shadows, and Tank staying back whilst Turn Back rushed in after her. Levi masking his legs with lightning and appearing inside the home, in the middle of Scarlet contorting into some tiger with furious red stripes. Her eyes glowed a fierce and angry red... Wait, a fierce red? Levi's eyes widened ever-so slightly. Those eyes looked awfully familiar to his own, emanating it's own light even. There has to be a connection with her and them, those damned scientist who experimented on him, it's too obvious to be coincidence.
"Scarlet!" Levi shouted, "Why are your eyes glowing!?" he asked, even though there was a chance that Scarlet couldn't even hear him. Still, the question plagued his mind. His glowing eyes darted around the deteriorating and dark room and took note of both Turn Back's and Reaper's positions. He unholstered his twin kukris, lightly reflecting the dull yellow emenating from his dull lightning. Then infusing said kukris with his powers, now crackling with the same intensity surrounding him.
"Watch out." Levi muttered quickly crouching downwards and stabbing the floor with his weapons, the weapons transmitted his powers onto the floor, letting the electricity dance wildly as it arched ont he floor. The floor was covered in yellow, dull lightning, with the exception of small circles encasing Reaper and Turn Back. It was strenous to make that 'safezone' of sorts, and Levi didn't even know if this would even affect Scarlet Shifter, but eitherway he had to try. | Name: Avery Quinton
Quote: "Life's short, let's live it!"
Alias: Lightning's Tempo
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Estranged from all her family members
Occupation: Travelling 'Hero'
Appearance:
The most striking feature of Avery are her fiery red hair, and her emerald tinted eyes. She can be called beautiful on occasion but doesn't try to be. Her natural beauty is outstanding, but she never cares much for makeup or fine clothing, instead opting for the messy approach in her attire.
Method of Operation: She prefers to be 'loud' and 'proud', letting the enemy know she's there with her flashy attacks and moves. Even the color of her lightning draws attention. While loud and proud there is a certain grave and finesse in the way she executes her power, being amazingly fluid, yet strong.
Superpower: Same with Levi, but has a certain amount of mastery over it, being able to best Levi in his fights. Because of this she is a sort of 'teacher' to him, but notices his talent for the powers and knows soon that he will surpass him.
Skills: Cooks, Gardens and adores puzzles.
Equipment: ---
Personality: Avery is the opposite of Levi, she is fun, loving and has a certain kind of hope for the human race. She believes that there is inherent goodness in everyone, and tried to find good qualities in even the worst people. However this doesn't fog up her actions and will act necessary if the situation calls for it.
Shee tries and sees the silver lining in situations, being able to make the most drab situation have a positive outcome. She is also extremely charismatic, being able to weave her words in such a way that the people around her will feel astounded, and she can weasel her way out of a confrontation usually with her words.
Sometimes, she will get into a sort of funk, for failing to protect Jaine and Levi from 'them' and will usually ponder hours on end. In this stage she is melancholic and tries to be alone to think about what she could have done. These 'funks' usually last hours, and if anyone was there they could tell the unending sorrow and regret laced on her face for her self-deemed 'failure'. However she usually will have the stupid smile on her face again after a while and remembering Jaine's words.
Biography: Avery discovered her powers at a young age, but chose to hide it from her close friends and family, except for Jaine, Jaine helped her cope with her powers and told her to accept it as part of her, and so she trained it from youth. She was best friends with Jaine, Levi's sister. They basically grew up with one another, and were best of friends. They basically did everything together and were basically inseparable siblings.That is to say until the day Levi disappeared, Jaine was a mess and tried to look everywhere, it was Avery that calmed her down and assured that she would look for Levi with her.
Then Jaine disappeared as well, and that even took days to locate and track both of them. By the time she arrived she saw the aftermath, bodies skewn all over the floor and the smell of blood still ever pungent in the air. She spotted Jaine's dead body, she gasped and tears started to flow from her eyes, and then she found Levi, lightning cascading in fury all around him, with the dark room being lit by his bright lightning. Levi attacked her as well, in his fit of blinding rage and fury, he thought Avery was one of the scientist. Sparks of red lightning flew from across the room as a results of their clashes.
After the ensuing fight, he managed to make Levi fall unconscious but she sustained a multitude of wounds, receiving a gash on her back. Even though she was more skilled than Levi, it was a strenuous effort to take someone down with her powers and not kill them. She knelt down in anguish, and screamed from the top of her lungs.
She took Levi under her wing and trained him, noticing his exceptional and notable growth, she knew that Levi's passion was driving him. She left him in Millenium city, and traveled the world looking for EHLM scientists, and works as a 'hero' for hire on the side, and she checks on Levi every so often.
Theme Song: (Optional)
Relationships: (Optional, discuss this with other players!)
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43,419 | 1,193 | 111 | 890 | 504 | Girard's patrol covered around the building and the two adjacent buildings though he kept his eyes peeled for anyone elsewhere. He just didn't wan to get out of earshot of his team but able to catch anyone odd entering the area before they could cause trouble. Not many people would want to come through this part of town, even the people living there, so if push came to shove and someone came snooping it was going to be for a reason whether innocent or hostile which was something he was prepared to deal with. After doing a loop he was on his way back to the target building when it took but a second to know something was up with the team. For one he could hear from the outside, not distinctly mind you, but a raised voice followed by roaring then accompanied by some loud crackling had some serious implications to him.
And there goes the peace talks. Probably the floor in a moment too. The big guy thought partially disappointed but mostly filled with a bit of a rush with action arriving.
Girard took up a position near to where he could hear the commotion from inside on the ground floor. In this situation less was more when it came to taking down walls and he didn't intend to bust down more than absolutely necessary. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
Relationships:
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,420 | 1,193 | 112 | 469 | 141 | Scarlet Shifter
Turn Back spoke hurriedly in an attempt to calm the large tiger down, and for a moment, it seemed like it was working. She prowled closer to Turn Back, looking almost docile, gaze locked on the man who’d taken off the very thing that protected his identity. Her enormous muzzle was mere inches away from his face, as she sniffed him tentatively. All the while there were little cracks and snaps along the molded wooden floor, which meant nothing good.
At Levi’s outburst, her concentration was broken. She snapped her head away from Turn Back and lot out a low growl. Apparently she’d interpreted his sudden shouts to be hostile and she let out one more roar.
Levi pierced the damp wood flooring with his electrified weapons, but the electricity barely even had time to reach the massive tiger before the floor caved and sent the three vigilantes as well as the tiger down to the lower level. For an animal of that size, it hardly did any damage to fall a mere twenty feet, and she was up in moments and heading straight for TB.
Without giving anyone time to react, she bit down on the back of his hoodie, lifted him up into the air, and with him still hanging from her mouth, began to attempt to fit herself through the small doorway, which was beginning to crumble against her pushing.
Everyone standing outside would get a nice view of Turn Back dangling from the mouth of a giant tiger with red glowing eyes.
Wall Walker
Though RavenTale’s horrifying wraith let out a terrible screech - Wall Walker didn’t look like he was stopping anytime soon. Despite being a large guy, Walker was fast. His first move was the phase through the wall of the shoddy apartment, the window behind him shattering from Omega’s blast. He was out of Omega’s sight, but upon hearing him shout “There!”, the rogue knew he was in trouble. He phased through another wall and ended up in the apartment building’s lobby.
He pressed himself flat against the wall that he’d just exited, and awaited the first person to come through the door. The lucky fellow seemed to be Omega. The moment he burst through the door leading into the lobby, Walker grabbed Omega by the shoulders and shoved him firmly into the wall, hoping to hit his head. The moment the deed had been done, he dropped Omega and ran once again through the opposite wall, leaving Graffiti to find her teammate.
He ran through the entire lower level of the apartment building and ended up on the other side of the building. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,421 | 1,193 | 113 | 1,284 | 117 | TURN BACK
Turn Back cried out as the floor crumbled, looking down below to catch a glimpse of the floor he was about to hit. Bracing himself, he took the impact, another purple flash enveloping his feet as he ducked and rolled away. Too slowly though, it seemed, as he felt himself caught by the hood.He struggled against the tiger, feeling her hot breath on his neck before being forcibly lifted and carried towards a doorway. He held his staff out in front of himself, bracing against the doorframe and trying to keep himself and Shifter from going through.
The staff! It clicked in his mind that he was still holding it, and he switched tactics, twisting the long stick around and trying to see behind himself. He could only catch glimpses of his attacker, but he remembered she was wounded... Turn Back cried out, twirling the staff above his head and jabbing it behind himself, infusing it with the power of Tank's punch and the impact with the floor, aiming for the bleeding spot he'd seen before... | Name: Jason Grave
Quote: "Pain is temporary. Victory is eternal."
Alias: Turn Back or TB
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Mother (Deceased), Father
Occupation: Office assistant
Appearance: Tall and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.
Jason wears business-type button-up shirts and nice ties for his day job, however once the sun sets it's a very different story. Jason changes from a 'mild-mannered' office person to a darkly-dressed vigilante. He wears a tight black shirt and loose-fit dark jeans. He wears a black glove on his right hand, and has steel-toed boots.
Method of Operation: Jason tends to leap into the middle of a fray, getting into fights with criminals at the drop of a hat. He often allows himself to be hit several times near the beginning of a fight, both to lull his opponents into a sense of security, and to build up his own power. Once he starts to fight back, he uses a folding staff to gather momentum, going for the head, the gut, the knees, any weak point he thinks he can exploit.
Superpower: Kinetic absorbtion and redistribution.
Jason has the ability to absorb and redirect and kinetic energy that he is aware of coming into contact with him. This manifests ina few different ways, as listed below.
Enhanced Stamina
By reabsorbing the energy expended while walking or running, Jason can go much further than the normal person without needing to stop for rest. This is not indefinite however, as some energy is lost with each step.
Limited Invulnerability
So long as Jason is aware of physical attacks made against him, he can absorb the energy of the blow without it harming him. This includes bullets.
Energy Storage/Redirection
Jason can store any kinetic energy absorbed within his body or any object he touches as excess potential energy, to be used as extra force. For example, if he is hit by someone, he can store the energy of that hit into his staff to hit them back with the strength of the staff, and the force they had originally hit him with.
Weaknesses
The energy conversion used by Jason is unstable, making any stored energy equally unstable. If he stores the energy for too long, it will begin to entropy, with explosively catastrophic results. This weakness enhances in both speed and power the more energy is absorbed. For example, the force of an apple hitting his head could lie dormant for weeks or months before detonating, but the power of a train could only be held for a few minutes. In addition to this, Jason is not immune to damage taken from unknown sources, he must be aware of an enemy in order to use his powers to defend himself.
Skills: Jason has learned how to fight, though not in any particular style. More the 'jump and run' tactics young gang members often use on the streets, with the major exception being: Jason doesn't run.
Jason has an above-average understanding of technology, and can familiarize himself with a new computer quite quickly.
Jason is a mediocre baseball player.
Equipment: Folding staff, tucked into a back pocket. Cell phone. Steel-toed boots. A handful of metal nuts
Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, enagaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.
Enemies, on the other hand, see a completely reversed Jason. They see someone who will sit and take a beating, any punishment they can dole out while laughing in their face. Criminals know fear as Turn Back begins to taunt them as he gets up and uses the force of their own blows to beat them senseless. Those who seek to do him harm see a cold, hard face with an icy stare before a booted sole darkens their vision, sometimes for the last time.
Biography: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.
Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.
Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.
Theme Song: TBD
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,422 | 1,193 | 114 | 468 | 617 | She kept running, listening to the voices that shouted at one another. Trying to find a way get Wall Walker. Kaite inside, the creature passing omega with a slight rumble. The creature being at eye level for a moment till it figured out Raven's team mate was fine. It's interest captured by it's target it let out another wail before moving again.
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she could hear Kaite's screams, the wraith was somewhere behind Wall Walker, so he had to be there! Her own stride trying to keep up, she kept tapping the wall with her cane, making sure she was on the right track. A door slamming, Kaite once again screaming after whoever ran through.
She took a deep breath. Those same light footsteps, frantic yes, but still abnormally light. "There" without another word she took off running, feeling the form of the Wraith appearing beside her only to vanish again. Giving out a terrible screech as it began to hunt him down.
Almost tripping over cans she lost her footing for only a moment. A curse under her breath as she tried to keep up. "Come now, we can't loose him." She had to be close, she could hear his steps, he could hear Kaite's roars, that means she had to be able to see him. "Just keep him in your sights my friend."
"He seeks were we are lost, eyes the color of moss, with heart beating true he only wishes to find you." Words clear as the morning day, the Grim leaped from the shadows of her summon, snapping his jaws at it's target before vanishing again. Kaite was taking far too much energy to keep both out, bit it was worth a try at least. | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,423 | 1,193 | 115 | 314 | 285 | It was a valiant effort, trying to talk to Scarlet still. However in the few second it took for the shifter to change Reaper’s shadows around her feet were already starting to bubble and curl akin to embers from a dying blaze, ready for a fight as Reaper took in the painfully slow transformation. Considering the huge fangs now directly in front of her it was a miracle that Turn Back distracted the cat enough that she wasn’t missing a chunk of skin. Ears were still ringing from that roar though.
Then Levi came in and stabbed the very brittle floor. And put lightning through it.
“I bet Wall Walker’s teams isn’t having these kinds of problems,” Was Reaper’s last thoughts before instinct came over her, along with the debris of a crumbling second floor. Throwing her arms above her head as though to protect it saw her shadow surging up and materializing around the vigilante, forming a sort of dome. Even with the protection above however the fall was still hard, landing with all the grace of a drunk kitten, and saw pain shoot up her legs – only to immediately disappear. Well, not precisely – Reaper would be feeling it as soon as her suppression wore off. Now wasn’t the time to focus on it however, and soon Reaper was shadow stepping to another part of the kitchen – letting the debris over her head fall behind her.
Scarlet was already on the move with Turn Back in tow, almost literally. The other vigilante was doing his damndest to make it harder for the tiger to escape with him, but that thing was huge. However with it pressed up against the door frame did provide a unique opportunity. Flexing her fingers briefly Reaper quickly lifted them and gripped the air, and in tandem two shadow claws burst from either side of the room. Seeing TB’s intention as he hit the wound quickly had Reaper adjusting her target however to grab onto Scarlet’s front legs instead, down near the paw with the claw – she had no doubt Scarlet would be trying to get vengeance for a blow that harsh. Following the motions of her hands the claws then yanked back, trying to yank the tiger’s footing right out beneath her. It might’ve been hard with a regular sized tiger, let alone one the size of Scarlet’s transformation, but with any luck Turn Back’s blow would make her lose her pawing just enough. Of course, what they really needed now…
“Tank! Now would be the time to disregard structural safety!” | Name
Zoey KasimirQuote
--Alias
ReaperAge
23Gender
FemaleFamily
Father . Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.Occupation
University student.Appearance
Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.
Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.Method of Operation
Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.
Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.Personality
Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?Superpower
Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.Skills
Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’Biography
As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for university across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.
Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?
Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.Theme Song
Money - Mystery SkullsRelationships
None currently.Extra
We’re not normal, that’s for sure. |
43,424 | 1,193 | 116 | 1,331 | 353 | Wraith
Just as Wraith was about to open her mouth again, the person they'd all been waiting for walked in through the wall, and was promptly scared off by one of the most intimidating attempts at starting a conversation she'd ever encountered. Maybe having a room of armed and dangerous super-powered vigilantes wasn't the best way to start a friendship. Who knew? she thought, rolling her eyes in a way that made it quite clear what she was thinking.
She snapped out of her daydream when she heard Omega shout at her and Ecto to chase him down. As much as she'd love to stay here and be sarcastic, the guy had a point. I hate it when they have a point. If they wanted to calm Walker down for a talk though, whatever that thing Raven had summoned wouldn't help. It freaked Wraith out, and it was probably on her side.
Aiming for the space that Wall Walker had just disappeared through, Wraith phased through the wall after him, just a little too slow for her to see where he'd gone. This chase was going well so far, then. Sometimes Wraith thought she should spend less time on one-liners and more time on her job. Then again, one-liners were the most important part. She shook her head in frustration. Great. All that talk, and she'd lost him within ten seconds. If only some kind of convenient noise would lead her to where he was. On cue, she heard Omega shouting from nearby, and sprinted as fast as she could towards the source of the noise, just to see the gravity controller crumple.
She didn't have time to see if he was alright, and didn't really care either. Natural selection and everything. She was far more interested in chasing down Wall Walker, whose leg she saw disappear through the back wall. She vaguely noticed the sound of another person or two entering the room behind her as she sprinted after the criminal, phasing through the wall behind his exit within seconds. Someone needed to keep track of the guy. He'd better hope the rest of them catch up fast. For his sake, and that of his internal organs.
This was starting to annoy her now, and she completely forgot her persona as she started to chase him down. "You should really give this whole chase thing up, pal." she said, losing her cheerfulness in favour of an almost emotionless monotone. "Your powers are just a discount version of my own, anyway. And if there's one thing I hate, it's a cheap knockoff."
As she spoke, she laid on an extra burst of speed, hoping to catch up to Wall Walker. She was prepared for the guy to try and surprise her, but decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, raising the density of her fist as launched a quick punch at the fleeing criminal, preparing herself mentally for him to retaliate. | Name: Kara Banks
Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.
During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.
When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.
Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.
If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.
Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.
Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.
Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.
Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.
Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.
In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.
She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.
Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.
For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.
After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.
Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound
Relationships: Not discussed
Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal. |
43,425 | 1,193 | 117 | 890 | 504 | Girard heard the loud crash and various grunts from what could only have been the floor collapsing under the stress as well as Scarlet along with his team to boot. He could hear noise developing near the doorway which made him rush over only to find TB held by his hoodie by a stupidly large tiger who was trying to fit through the doorway impeded by the man's staff and probably by the others if they had recovered from the fall by now. Something piqued his interest however, why was Scarlet trying to run away with Turn Back in tow? The woman/tigress could have been mauling him but instead chose to try to escape with him which meant something had to be going through her mind, maybe something they could use as leverage. that was up until the man aimed what looked to be a nasty shot straight at what he could see now was a bullet wound and knew using the other man's limited influence probably wasn't going to happen now.
The big man heard Reaper call him into action and he was forming something of a plan in mind as he moved swiftly, for him towards the doorway. With the little speed he could manage the bruiser hopped up past the porch with a big thud next to Scarlet's head as well as the hanging TB who was in some trouble. Looking a bit further he could tell Reaper was up to something seeing shadowy limbs around the front paws which were opening them up trying to cut some of the tigress' balance, he could use that big time.
First move was to pry open Scarlet's jaws enough to get TB out and away by tossing the smaller man so he could land as well as get away from the building if something went wrong which was inevitable. It was then that Girard used the leverage of Reaper to get under Scarlet's front where he starting pushing back and up, shifting a grip to the mid section opposite to her wound, fully intending to flip over the tigress so he could pin her down though preferably not on her wounded side. The claws as well as the struggling wouldn't help if he could get dominant position so he started to use his strength, weight, and straight determination to fight right back against Scarlet's own attempts to dislodge him.
"Back legs. Then get out." Tank said with a calm but strong voice towards his teammates which would clue them in if his plan wasn't entirely obvious by now.
The others were getting one hell of a show of just how strong the big man was, wrestling a massive damn tiger might've made more of an impression than the wall/stage at HQ, but that was the last thing on his mind as the showdown continued. He just hoped the others did what they were going to do quick however they would probably have to make a quick exit because with just Scarlet on the floor in this spot the old building was gonna be having trouble and with both of them nothing good would come of it so the quicker the got out the better. If it came to brass tacks Girard could shield Scarlet from the worst of the debris if she started turning back normal or to something smaller but it all depended on her but one way or the other he was going to make sure she knew the odds one way or the other. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
Relationships:
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,426 | 1,193 | 118 | 311 | 56 | Okay, following directly will not do.
Ecto tried to catch up to Wall Walker the the shortest way possible, but he was not able to just go through walls. He WAS able to slip through cracks and slits, but completely dense surfaces were not letting him pass, and this slowed him down. I have no chance of getting to him this way.
He could see shattered pieces of glass flying through his vision as Omega opened up the way for others, and a terrifying looking horror rushed past him, her screams sending a chill down Ecto's spine.
Since he was not used to chasing someone this way, he was a bit confused and felt out of his element. Element... AIR! He needed to get a better overview, and he could provide tactical advantage from a higher position! He flung out the window and took a look at the place from above. He heard crashes and shouts from the apartment.
"There!" that must have been Omega. Then he heard a thumping sound and something crashing, like a picture or a mirror falling down. Crap, what's going on? Then he noticed him. He was exiting the building on the other side, Wraith following close behind.
Ecto swooped down. | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,427 | 1,193 | 119 | 195 | 102 | Adrenaline pumping at full, Omega threw the front door to the apartment open and darted through it at full speed, hoping to catch glimpse of Walker before he phased through another wall. As soon as he cleared the door, however, a pair of hands grabbed him from behind and propelled him into the wall in front of him. He was already going pretty fast, so the extra momentum made for a hard hit. He lost his footing and crashed shoulder-first into the wall -- inertia causing his other arm to fling up and hit the wall as well -- before stumbling down onto his right side. He quickly twisted around to see the source of the ambush, and had just enough time to see a man with black-brown hair disappearing through the wall into the next apartment.
Dammit, I fell for the oldest trick in the book…
Immediately, Wraith phased through the wall next to the door from which Omega had just emerged. She quickly glanced in his direction before darting off in pursuit of Walker. A few seconds later, the creepy wraith from before had appeared right in front of Omega, inches from his face. It was on a whole other level of horrifying being this close to her. He instantly stiffened, each muscle as tense as steel wire. A deadpan expression washed over his face as he began to sweat a little, never taking his eyes off of her. The wraith lingered for a few seconds before letting out another blood-curdling shriek, which was strangely muffled yet ear-splitting at the same time, and racing off once again in the pursuit of Walker. Omega then let out the breath he had been apparently holding and relaxed just the slightest bit, finding extreme relief in the fact that the wraith was on his side.
Omega spotted Graffiti at the door as he was getting to his feet. He had to make a split-second decision on which direction to go in: he could go the direct route and make his way through the next apartment with Wraith, probably having to take out another wall or window to keep up with Walker, or he could go out and around to the side of the building hoping to cut Walker off as he came out, which would take a few seconds longer. He decided on the latter, hoping his speed would make up for the few precious moments that had been lost already.
“C’mon! We can cut him off around the other side!”
Sprinting past Graffiti, he burst through the front door of the building, seeing Rose, Ditch, and Raven Tale as they rushed past. He called out as he ran to catch up to the group.
“Staying behind him isn’t going to get us anywhere. If we can get ahead of him, we can trap him. Rose, how do those wall gadgets work?”
As he cleared the corner of the building, he could see that Walker had just emerged with Wraith right on his tail and Ecto swooping down on him from above. | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,428 | 1,193 | 120 | 469 | 141 | Wall Walker
Aside from the very disgusting.. Thing that seemed to be following him, it almost felt like he was in the clear. Hopefully by taking enough detours into buildings he could slow the majority of them down.
"You should really give this whole chase thing up, pal." Ah, fuck. WW let out a sigh and clenched his teeth together. "Your powers are just a discount version of my own, anyway. And if there's one thing I hate, it's a cheap knockoff." He decided to glance behind him, maybe spit in her face when she got up close, but a surprised expression formed on his face as she leaped forward with a burst of speed - and socked him right in the face.
“Jesus christ,” He muttered angrily, clutching his nose. “What do you fuckers even want from me?!” He still hadn’t pulled down the cloth that hung over his nose and mouth, but it was now drenched in blood. Walker glanced around, stepping back away from Wraith. In the time that he'd wasted recovering from the harsh blow, it had given the group of vigilantes a chance to close in on him. "..fuck." Walker muttered. He was trapped.
Ditch had avoided running into the shoddy apartment building entirely, and just headed straight for the street. Luckily for her, it ended up being the smart choice, because she stood directly opposite of Wraith, blocking Walker's escape route.
"We're not trying to hurt you," She said, audio scrambler still on. "Oh, wow, really? I never would have guessed." He growled in response. "We came to warn you, Walker." "Of what? Pollution? Global Warming? I'm fine, thanks." "Of Umbra," Ditch growled. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,429 | 1,193 | 121 | 468 | 617 | At the sight of Walker on the ground the wraith stopped, floating about the space as she turned her head, making sure to keep her target in her sights yet did not make a single move to cause harm. The words ringing true, may no blood be spilled. Instead the creature allowed another shriek, the sound long and piercing.
Not a moment later, Raven rounded the corner to the scene. Her breath quiet yet her side rising and falling faster than most. "Thank you my friend, may we meet again." With one more rumbled sound the wraith vanished, Raven tapping her cane on the ground she made her way to the others. Her book opening once more she quietly called the Grim, yet just like the wraith it did not advance.
"You seem to be ill tempered. We simply speak the truth, we wish to talk, nothing more nothing less." A hand running through the wiry fur of the beast at her side she nodded her head. "Forgive me if my companion gave the wrong impression, its just that she is the easiest way for me to find someone from afar."
Her voice even, Raven began to still, she could hear the others not too far behind. It was only a matter of time till they at the vary least try and get another on their side. The air growing colder, Raven tilted her head up, the Grim standing at her back, acting as a shield to the woman.
"How do you fair? I was told you were injured, is that true?" She did not turn around when she heard the heavier steps of Omega. Voice holding a slight edge of curiosity as the Grim looked over to them.
The calls her wraith gave, told her all she needed during the chase, when the creature stopped to look at Omega, it was simply bringing the news to Raven's attention for later use. | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,430 | 1,193 | 122 | 1,465 | 1,197 | “Staying behind him isn’t going to get us anywhere. If we can get ahead of him, we can trap him. Rose, how do those wall gadgets work?” She blinked quickly as she watched Omega pass him and started her sprint after him as well, though unlike many of the others, she did not seem so out of breath - despite her small frame.
"In theory, they should stop him, but it needs to be placed on the wall he's going into - not one he's in." Rose explained, but ended it just a few seconds before finding herself on the street with everyone else staring Wall Walker down. He seemed to have given up already, with her face bleeding from a blow. Rose was somewhat relieved that she didn't have to risk using her technology on him or else risk killing him by mistake. However, she did sigh somewhat, know Graffiti was probably going to whine and complain some more about Melrose having not done anything. What a pain.
As Walker spoke, she stepped forward just an inch, seeming at least more calm than Ditch. "Yes, Umbra. He's been collecting supers like stamps and using them to take over the city. As far as I'm able to tell, it's either you join him, you die, or you lose your powers. You don't need to care about the city, but it'd be in your best interest to avoid the man all together - Ditch probably knows more than any of us though." She understood she wasn't always the best at words, but she was being genuine and it made it hard to not trust her, simply because she gave such a simple, straight-forward truth. At least, she hoped that's what people thought of her. | "Even a rose has it's thorns."
I N F O R M A T I O N
Alias: The Black Rose
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Family: Mother; Jasmine Faye (Deceased), Father; Richard Faye (Deceased), Half-Brother; Jason Faye (Estranged), Half-Sister; Jessica Faye (Estranged)
Occupation: Former Librarian Assistant
Appearance: During her causal wear, she tends to dress with a cross between functional and very feminine, often wearing shorter skirts with leggings and loose-fitting shirts. She also tends to favor black fingerless gloves, regardless if she's in her outfit or not, also pairing a unique look with a pair of boots (though they are often tied tighter than most styles). While at night patrolling the streets, she dresses in a black outfit and speaks volumes about freedom of movement compared to anything that might deemed protective. Most notably it includes a longer jacket as well as a cowl to keep her face mostly hidden, which is tied in a specific way to keep it from falling backwards. (Picture: but imagine replacing all the belts with actual cloth/leather)
P O W E R S
Method of Operation: Melrose is fairly well known as a vigilante, striking mostly during the night hours, with a hidden identity, and less than lawful methods. Still, she is known to be one of the more morally-focused ones, avoiding any deaths whenever possible. Her range of duties, as it were, essentially range from anything that catches her eye - from simply store robberies to challenging entire gangs and even some of the more organized crime. Because of this, so is less welcomed in the criminal underworld and has earned the nickname, "The Black Rose," something to signify her femininity but also the fear and hatred they have for her - some even call her "The Black Widow" out of anger. Otherwise she is known more so for her close-combat style and seemingly inability to be hit or captured, even when an entire gang is loaded with automatic weapons - not to say she always wins.
Superpower:
Adaptable Prediction & Intuitive Aptitude
Melrose's powers are specifically geared towards combat and skill oriented situations. Unlike many others, her abilities seem less fantastical, unable to conjure or manipulate elements, teleport, throw cars, or communicate with technology. Instead she has a particular set that allows her to:
• Interpret and predict enemy attacks and react to the incoming attack, brush off or avoid the incoming attacks even from dead angles.
• Instantly learn and understand the complexity and exactness of organisms, objects, subjects, fields, powers, etc. The normal requirements for this is either her direct interaction with said object, etc. or a more detailed description of the area.
• Retain most learned information very well - though not perfectly. Still, it only takes a moment to relearn something she may have forgotten.
• Have peak stamina & strength (for a woman), her body's way of compensating for her learning ability, giving her the chance to use any and all of her skills. This never diminishes.
Weaknesses are despite her ability to predict, she can still find herself in situations where she is outnumbered and outgunned, forcing her to retreat. She also can't react to something that is much faster than her (namely super speeds or highly enhanced speed). Otherwise, while she can instantly learn skills and movements from just seeing them, she cannot copy supernatural powers, only gleam information from them. Not to mention, she has no supernatural offensive or defensive capabilities herself.
Skills:
• Master Martial Artist. Knows various styles, letting her mix-match her attacks into her own unique style - usually focused on avoidance until she can make quick, powerful blows.
• Other Martial Skills, including: Blades, Bows, Throwing Knives, Handguns, Automatic Weapons, & Shotguns.
• Lockpicking.
• Expert Acrobatics & Free-running.
• Stealth Techniques
• Hacking
• Other Skills non-relating to her night "outings."
Equipment: Her equipment is mostly her outfit, lockpicks for physical locks (no keypads or such), throwing knives, and a pair of daggers.
P E R S O N A
Personality: Melrose is an interesting sort. It isn't often that you find a vigilante that is willing to bloody her hands and still be a complete nerd when it comes to fantasy and sci-fi stories, though it might be more accurate to say she is a believer of heroics than just a normal fangirl. So it's no surprise that she is a natural introvert and tends to keep to herself more often than not during large gatherings, yet she had developed enough social skills and initiative to approach others - sometimes. Melrose can still be very shy during certain situations, especially if it's around another woman she happens to have a crush on, but in spite of this quality she is still a very determined, driven individual. However her ability to learn anything can (and has) often come across to others as arrogance, when in reality, she is simply stating or relating facts - or at least that's her intention.
To some, it might be a surprise when they find out how confident she truly can be, especially in the face of danger. Of course her powers assist with this, but even with them, most people tend to see her more or less among those who are normal humans - though with a genius-level intellect (despite that she is not). Coupling with this is a unique mixture of naive idealism and absolute resolve, giving way to a woman that will do practically anything to help her city.
The other part of her personality, in more causal settings, is one of a friendly if a bit quiet woman. She tends to enjoy more relaxing activities such as reading books, watching movies, discussions, and video gaming. She is also a romantic at heart and even though she is generally unhopeful of the future, she still keeps her eyes out for the woman that she might call her own.
Biography: Born to the higher-end neighborhoods of Millennium City, she had known a financially secure childhood with plenty of books and games to spare. However her childhood was a lonely one, with her mother having passed at childbirth and her father being away on business almost all of the time. Instead she was raised by several nannys, none of which stayed long enough to form an actual true bond, which resulted in feelings of abandonment. It did not help that she didn't get along with most other children, mostly because she would cry too much.
Drawing upon her teenage years, she was both instantly aware and confused by her own self. Most of the girls were giggling and flirting with boys and while most of them pitied her for not getting many admirers, she felt it was a blessing. Nothing about the boys interested her, but she found some confusion that the girls did. Thankfully, she had always been the intelligent type and caught on quickly - she was lesbian. Unlike most in her situation, due to her unpopularity, she wasn't harassed much for being that way. Of course it also resulted in even deeper feelings of loneliness and depression, but she pushed on regardless, alone.
When she finally made it to the college stage of her life, her father paid for the entirety of it without a second thought, and without a care for what she wanted to do. Having grown up around books and games, she felt most comfortable in a library - surrounded by lore of all types. So she decided to try and get a Master's in Librarian Science. Meanwhile, to starve the boredum away (since she had all the money), she took a position at the college library as an assistant and being practical, made sure it could pay for her apartment and bills. As fate would have it, it wasn't four months after her position that she came to find out that her father had died during a gun fight... with the police. It quickly came to light that he was a criminal lord and had fought to his last breathe. Unsurprisingly, Melrose felt little of his passing, since he had practically become a stranger to her. However her anger towards his chosen lifestyle lead her to the delay of his will, refusing the money left behind, calling it 'dirty and bloody.'
Her powers later manifested themselves as she was upgrading her computer - of all things. It did so quietly and without fuss, as she was installing another stick of RAM, she found herself toggling switches on the motherboard, booting up BIOs and overclocking her desktop without so much as a single mistake. Afterwards, she could only sit there, staring at the screen before finally asking herself, "how the hell did I just do that?" This continued on for another week, as she picked up skill after skill of varying degrees, from cooking, cleaning, fixing her door, and even stopping to explain to a stock broker advanced techniques of the market holdings. Before she knew it, she was looking down at the face of fate.
All her life she had been awed and wooed by the heroics weaved by fantasy tales and there was something deep inside her that wished she could've been born with powers, with the ability to walk the streets and help those in tough situations, to at the very least bring down the crime rate so families felt safe. Finally, she had that opportunity. Not only a month after she had turned her father's will away, she was back asking for the money again, knowing she would need it if she was going to focus on this task - or at the very least, feeling it was needed to redeem where the money had come from. The rest, learning of her predicting, and stamina, and strength, simply came to her over time as she was forced into dangerous scenarios. It's been a year now and she's known as The Black Rose.
Theme Song: Heal My Wounds
Relationships:
Ditch: Mostly Positive
Rose is impressed by the woman. Regardless if she has powers, it's obvious she doesn't use them very often, which has essentially made her a 'normal' that risked her neck to recruit other supers to work as a team. She might not know much besides her name, but she enjoys her company. Still, she has some doubts Ditch thinks anything special of her, making her slight crush basically pointless - who knows how long it'll last.
Levi 'ElectroBoy' Lynn: Slightly Negative
Rose just sees Levi as a teenager still, despite his age, though one that's had a tough break in life. Still, it's not an excuse for violence and throwing fits. Melrose can't fault him too much though, since he hasn't actual hurt anyone physically when he can do a lot of damage. He's just hurt and taking it out on others.
RavenTale: Slightly Positive
Melrose admires her for not only being blind and independent, but deciding to do more than just ride horses - actually going out and helping people. Still, her hesitation at the first meeting put her slightly off. Maybe Raven just needs to trust a bit more, but at the same time, you're always putting the ones you love at risk doing this work.
Omega: Slightly Positive
Again, she admires why he's doing this and he seems like a decent man. However no matter how much you see online about someone, it still doesn't speak about who a person is - their character. She still needs to see more.
Turn Back: Indifferent
While emphatic to his blight, like Omega, she doesn't actually know the man or who he is.
Wraith: Negative
Most of what Rose finds negative in Wraith in her operations. Her apparent disregard of human life appalls her and while she isn't always one to speak up, she really wants nothing to do with the teenager. Rose is sorry that her parent were murdered, but that isn't any excuse.
Reaper: Slightly Positive
Without knowing much else than information found, which implies the Zoey isn't greedy so much as she's unaware, Rose can't say much about her character. After the news release of her restoring the apartments to an affordable price has given her hope.
Ecto: Indifferent
A bit unsure of this one. He was essentially a nerd - which she does enjoy - but he also doesn't seem to have done anything specific in his time as a vigilante, bringing her to the conclusion that she'll just wait and see.
Tank: Mostly Positive
Despite his past efforts of being a little rough on criminals, Rose doesn't feel she can judge that particular choice. She gets the feels from both the meeting and the reports online that he means good - he's just a bit rough - she's been a bit rough herself in some cases. As it stands, she gets a rather positive feelings from the big guy. Especially after their little 'run in.'
Graffiti: Mostly Negative
While it was indifferent before, her opinion has quickly and drastically gotten worse. Really, it's all from one comment on trying to judge Rose and her powers without knowing a damn thing about her. She finds this false arrogance to be one of the most annoying things in the world. The funny thing is, Graffiti seems not so confident about her own powers, but Rose knows better.
Extra: Besides still being a nerd with heroic ideals, I feel it's important to point out that pretty much no one knows that her being 'smart' IS one of her powers.
"We're not normal." -Unknown |
43,431 | 1,193 | 123 | 716 | 5,230 | Graffiti would never admit it, but she was out of her depth, this wall walker character was moving too fast in and between walls to keep track of, and running around the orphanage trying to keep up with omega only to watch him get wall slammed wasn't doing a lot for her morale. Omega ordered her to cut Walker off as he exited the building, but she didn't even know which side he left. She strapped her paintball gun to her back and pulled out two orange cans from her belt.
Ahh fuck this...I'm uselss in this damn building. I'm getting a birds eye view, if he escapes I'll spot him. I think Ecto is up there too. Once I can lock on to him, It'll be a wrap.
Graffiti jumped out of the nearest window and quickly found ecto on the same upward path as they both were soaring above the building looking out for the sneaky criminal. She flew closer to ecto and started 'treading air' next to him, rapidly surverying the ground beneath her.
Hey Ecto, can you see him? I figure people who can phase through walls can also see through them. I just want to get my hands on him. I feel like a bumbling beat cop shambling through the apartments like this.........oh damn I think they found him....theyre talking?
Standing outside the the entrance was Walker who had been trapped by Wraith and Ditch and they seemed to be talking to him. So Graffiti hovered back down to the ground motioning Ecto to join her, she wasnt sure why they were having a conversation with this scumbag criminal so she landed right next to Ditch.
I didn't realise this was the Millenium City Politicians group, I was under the crazy assumption we were here to beat up and apprehend criminals, not fucking warn them of criminal conspiracies!
Graffiti pulled out her paintball gun and had it trained on Wall Walker, finger firmly on the trigger.
You're just getting weirder and weirder Ditch, this mysterious half-information half riddle shit is really running its course. Who gives a shit if Umbra snuffs this ditrball, one less slippery bank robber to worry about. Wraith made a good start by bloodying up his face, why cant I just paste him to the floor and then we can all take turns kicking him unconscious. Thats what criminals deserve.
Not moving her gun an inch, she turned to Wraith.
You cant tell me this isnt a little strange, Ive read about your good work in the city, you aint soft on these bastards, and why should you be? | Name: Valencia Matthews
Quote: One day, I'm sure I'll wake up from this and laugh.
Alias: Graffiti
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Foster Parents: Joe and Kyra Matthews.
Occupation: Former Police Scientist Recruit.
Appearance:
Valencia as 'Graffiti'
The hoodie worn in this costume has a special dye that reacts to the light, by focusing her powers she can either have the colours settle and go thick and dark to blend in with the shadows or she she can excite the chemicals to glow neon. Underneath the hoodie is a stab proofvest. She usually also wears a rucksack which holds extra spray paint and various other items.
Before receiving her powers, Valencia would typically wear skater wear on the weekends or hiking gear on holidays. But while in the recruitment process for the Police Science division she would always dress smart in shirts and dress pants for work, although she hated how boring the attire was, She would always wear a CitySick brand streetwear t-shirt underneath her white dress shirt as to feel a bit more normal in such an enviroment. Since her job has ended she regularly wears flanel shirts and shorts when out and about.
Valencia is 5'4 and 112 pounds.
Superpower:
Ironically, Graffiti's powers have nothing to do with paint. Her actual only superpower is to control air pressure in a short space around her. On its own the power is fairly weak, she can only use it against enemies when in closequarters which is dangerous, and the air pressure manipulation is only strong enough to knock a few grown men off their feet with air burst up close. She can also make breathing for others difficult or impossible by manipulating the air pressure in their lungs, but this can only be done up-close and personal. She can make her close combat moves slightly more effective by increasing velocity of the air of where shes attacking and also use air bursts to 'air dash' quickly in directions to evade attacks or run faster in her own personal slipstream, though this takes massive concentration.
Equipment
Graffiti becomes an effective vigilante when she combines her power with her equipment, her 'spray paint' is actually made up of chemicals she stole from the police science department before she was fired. He chemical knowledge has allowed her to make weaponised or gadgetised paint.
The blue spray paint is a strong tear gas which is used to disorentate opponents.
The yellow spray paint is a sleeping gas which can knock out weak opponents, or make stronger ones, drowsy and slow
The orange spray paint is an extremely high pressure propellent gas, with combined with Graffiti's powers she can use as 'Jetpack Cans' to take off and fly for a limited amount of time as long as the can has the gas. (two full cans can keep her flying for about 20 mins)
The Green spray paint is an acid, that when focused can burn through solid structures over a span of time. for something like a brick wall she would have to use the entire can and wait a few minuites for the acid to eat through. This is mainly used as in infiltration tool.
On top of these cans she carries the 'paintball gun' (pictured) which fires paint balls filled with a super powerful adhesive glue. The velocity of these shots is not actually dictated by the very weak paintball gun (made to look like a submachine gun for intimidation) but by Graffiti's own air pressure powers which she can use to alter the power and speed of each shot mentally.
Abilities and Skills:
Outisde of her powers, Valencia is very good shape due to her athletic and active lifestyle and physical training in the police. She is trained in the use of basic firearms although she only really ever uses her paintball gun. Has very in depth understanding of chemicals and radical science. She is also extremely streetwise and can hold her own in a fight although she has never formally trained in any martial arts outside of a crash combat course in the police.
Biography:
Valencia was left on the doorstep of a foster parents agency at the age of 1, in Millennium City. Her mother, who was 17 at the time was an illegal immigrant from Italy who was escaping an abusive much older boyfriend who she fell pregnant by. She left a note on the doorstep simply saying: 'Please look after my Valencia, I am too young to care for her'.
The baby was then taken into the care system and placed with the Matthews' a young but strict catholic couple living in a lower middle-class area of the city. She was raised with care but not love, her parents never saw her as their own and she rejected the catholic girls school she sent them to. Which lead her to become somewhat rebellious. She then embraced the 'Skater/Graffiti' lifestyle and began skipping school around the age of 17. She also started dating the local burnout slacker Mark Kruger. Mark was a drug addict mainly known for sniffing substances and wasting the entire day smoking pot and dodging college. He dragged Valencia into his loser lifestyle and her grades suffered. She was very much in love with him until he began stealing from her to fund his drug habit at which point she got her life together and promptly left him. She then became passionate about chemistry as to further understand his substance addiction. She then decided to take up a career in police science.
At the age of 23 on her first week on the force. She got a call from her Ex boyfriend Mark who told her he was off drugs now and doing a law degree. He wanted to meet her to congratulate her getting a new job and apologize for his behavior as a teen. Although she was very shocked to hear from him she was happy that he seemed to have turned his life around, so she agreed to meet him after work outside the lab.
Unfortunately, Mark was lying about everything he not only hadn't quit drugs he was now a dealer and dangerous criminal. He knew that the precinct held many chemicals and contraband drugs that Valencia's keycard could get him into. So upon their 'date' Mark and several gang members attack Valencia and forced her to let them into the chemical lab with her. Holding her as a hostage while the subdued the nightwatch guard and began to ransack the place. In the frenzy of the robbery Mark knocked over a shelf of dangerous chemicals which caused a powerful explosion which killed everyone in the room except Valencia who was breathing irregularly surrounded by a strong gale of wind even though they were indoors.
After the incident, Valencia was cleared of any involvement but left the police due to trauma of the event. She would then return to the skater lifestyle focusing on artwork and started working at a spraypaint store, but she couldnt find peace of mind, she was still angry with Mark and his criminal behaviour so she began a secret life as vigilante, using her newfound air pressure abilities to take on criminals (specifically chemical drug pushers) as a character of her former life, the mysterious Graffiti!
Theme Song:
Relationships:
Ditch: Fairly Negative
Due to Valencia's large ego, and defiant personality, shes never going to take to an authority figure well on a social level. Graffiti operates her Vigilante career as her own boss and prefers it that way. She is also a little unnerved at determined Ditch is to take down the new criminal threat. Most vigilantes are motivated by fame, anger or money, but Ditch is different. Graffiti doesnt quite know what to expect.
Levi ' Sir Zappy' Lynn:Very Negative
Graffiti fears Levi, and feels his powers aren't in check. He has one of the most powerful abilities and seems to emotionally cold to be a force for good. After their confrontation she feels she has a lot to prove as a vigilante with a somewhat weaker power and will now act irrationally all for the sake of 'not backing down'
RavenTale:Indifferent
Graffiti doesn't trust most vigilantes and RavenTale is no exception, she hasnt made her mind up about the summoner yet, but finds 'magical' superpowers very creepy. She blames her Catholic upbringing for that paranoia.
Omega:Slightly Positive
Omega was one of the very first Vigilantes that Graffiti heard about when she was still in the police. His good deeds are well documented and even the news media are fairly easy on him, especially compared to other supers in the city. She still finds him too mysterious but is generally convinced he's a genuine heroic figure.
Turn Back:Indifferent
A pretty boy with an interesting super power. Graffiti hasn't mad any attempt to get to know this man yet and hasn't come to any conclusions about him yet.
Wraith:Slightly Positive
For some reason, a lot of the criminals who Graffiti fights have also encountered Wraith so she knows the young woman is picking the right targets. Nothing about Wraiths personality bothers Graffiti in anyway and she seems to just be motivated by a general duty to fight crime, which Graffiti can only respect.
Reaper:indifferent
Much like Turn Back, Graffiti knows next to nothing about this lady apart from random blog posts and the odd news cover. She acknowledges that she is one of the more dangerous individuals in the group and is in no hurry to get on her bad side.
Ecto:Positive
Graffiti isn't sure why, but she finds Ecto very easy to get on with and is also fascinated by his powers as she has always had a small obsession with ghost lore. She would never admit it, but she trusts Ecto because she wants to trust him. He's a down to earth guy who just so happen's to be a hero. Which is what Valencia feels that a vigilante should be.
Tank:Fairly Positive
Graffiti has worked with Tank in the past before and is generally convinced he is a good man if not a little reckless. She is also very much convinced by his powers working well in battle after seeing him take down a whole criminal conspiracy in one evening. Within the group Tank seems the most cautious about jumping into a 'super team' head first and that mirrors Graffiti's own reservations. She may like Ecto more as a person, but she trusts Tank the most out of everyone.
Black Rose:Fairly Negative
She trusts Black Rose about as far as she could airburst her. Graffiti doesn't acknowledge her abilites as 'super' so she has instantly made her mind up that she is a pretender, a pretty outsider who wants to play hero. It also doesn't help that she's seen no media coverage on Black Rose which makes Graffiti wonder if she even fights crime at all, or has just decided to start now that a group has been put together. The rest of the team seem to be happy to trust Ditch's judgement on picking heroes. But she doesn't trust Ditch anymore than Black Rose.....
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,432 | 1,193 | 124 | 311 | 56 | Shit shit shit! This is getting out of hand!
When Walker came out of the building, Ditch barred his way. Well, as long as you can bar someone's way who can go through walls. Still, he hesitated.
Ditch, Raven Tale and Omega was trying to stop the guy by trying to talk sense into him, but Graffiti really didn't like that idea, and Wraith didn't seem peaceful either. That could really trigger the dude. Whatever the case, Ecto decided to take the middle ground to make sure the incident from two days ago doesn't repeat. Why can't we just get along, dammit.
He took the chance and crashed down to street level, right into Wall Walker, possessing him. A faint, blue-greenish myst surrounded the villain, and for a moment, his eyes lit up. Ecto could feel something was very strange, his body was different than the ones he haunted in the past. He sensed a strange inner glow, an intangible, fizzy feeling you get when your hand falls asleep and it feels like thousands of sharp needles are piercing your skin. He really hoped Walker could not just simply phase out of him and run away.
"Listen mate, we're not the danger, but we CANNOT let you go around like this!"
He also prayed that none of the others get any funny ideas, since anything that they do to Wall Walker happens to Ecto as well. | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,433 | 1,193 | 125 | 195 | 102 | Omega felt a twinge of disbelief as Wraith punched Wall Walker square in the nose. It was a good hit, too. Blood was everywhere. It seems she’s dropped her little bubblegum persona and let the real Wraith come out. This allowed enough of a distraction for the team to surround him. It really did seem like an ambush, and it was probably going to be harder now to convince him that they were on his side.
As the group gathered, Raven Tale had dismissed her summoned wraith, which was just fine as far as Omega was concerned.
"How do you fair? I was told you were injured, is that true?"
“I’m alright. Just got shoved down. Your creepy bride scared the crap outta me, though. Got right in my face. I thought she was gonna eat me or something.”
Slightly flustered, he looked over at her with his arms folded. His expression changed, though, when he noticed something that he hadn’t before. She had a cast on her left hand. He wasn’t really close enough to see it earlier, but it was definitely a cast. Could it really be her? She seemed so different… His brow furled as he was now thoroughly intrigued, and he decided to tuck that information away for a little later.
He watched as Graffiti threatened Walker after Ditch, Raven, and Rose tried to calmly talk him down. This was getting out of hand. The objective here was to warn him not beat him down. This team thing was clearly unstable and this was only the start. Ditch may have had good intentions here, but, in the end, everyone had their own methods and motivations. If this was how the team operated on a simple mission like this one, how on earth were they going to defeat Umbra? There was almost no point in warning Walker or Shifter about danger if it was just inevitably futile.
Just when it seemed it couldn’t get any crazier, Ecto decided to swan dive right into Walker’s body. Omega just looked on in exasperation. If Walker wasn’t willing to cooperate before, it was doubtful that he would after being pummeled and possessed. Electing not to further stir this pot, Omega stood ready for Walker’s next move. | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,434 | 1,193 | 126 | 890 | 504 | Team Scarlet
Scarlet let out a pained whimper as TB’s staff made contact with her already tender wound, but looked to be doing her best not to drop him. She stepped back into the house, red eyes filled with pain, but still didn’t let go.
Reaper’s shadow claws wrapped themselves around the giant tigresses’ front paws, as well as Tank jumping up and beginning to pry her jaws open. Unsure of how to deal with two threats at once, she backed off, allowing TB to escape but quickly succumbing to Reaper’s shadow tentacles tugging against her weight.
Scarlet growled and snarled at Tank, attempting some weak jabs and getting in some scrapes with her claws, but not much else. She was clearly hurting, but doing her best not to show it.
Turn Back, meanwhile, had scrambled to his feet and backed away from the massive beast. Something didn’t feel right. She hadn’t attacked him, per se. And the noise she’d made when he had hit her didn’t sound like an angry one, if Animal Planet were to be believed. Looking at her now, he had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t really fighting…
“Step back!” He called to Tank as he rushed forward, trying to shove the huge man behind him. He looked at Scarlett, hopefully out of her range and reached out to the side, dropping his staff with a clatter. He avoided looking her directly in the eye, a tactic he’d learned growing up in the slums; and crouched down. Maybe, just maybe if they tried to show her they weren’t trying to hurt her she’d listen… And if not, Turn Back was pretty sure he could take the hit.
During the fall Levi caught himself, but took some minor injuries, particularly to his abdomen, but he chose to ignore it for now as he was only disoriented at best. Who would have known that wood was an insulator and didn’t get along well with electricity? Levi assimilated the information as much as he could, it seems, or at least looked like Scarlet Shifter was injured by the wound on her shoulder. And what looks like Turn Back putting down his weapons to attempt to alleviate the situation since it seemed like Scarlet Shifter wasn’t intrinsically looking for a fight, it reminded Levi of a cornered animal. Following suite he released, Albeit reluctantly, the clutch of his weapons- Kukris and they dropped on the floor with a pang, raising both his hands at elbow level slightly above his head.
Girard while continuing the grapple realized just in how bad of a shape Scarlet was in noticing very little in the way of resistance. The tigress could have easily done more struggling but wasn’t but the big man held slight reservation about letting her go. He had been trying his hardest to not hurt her further in the meantime, just hold her in place really while avoiding the weak spot on her shoulder, but when Turn Back and Levi both threw weapons away he figured it was for the best and he helped to gently set Scarlet back down. Looking at TB he just hoped the smaller man didn’t end up losing something over this or at least getting a pounding in his newer more vulnerable position, and with that the big man backed away to give them space.
Reaper was far more reluctant to drop her shadows from around the great tiger’s paws, especially as she had tensed with each weak swipe the red and white cat did against her bindings towards Tank. Yet as each of the men of her group became submissive the vigilante just sighed. They already cornered an injured animal and aggravated its wound, why not just make it easy to eat their faces now too? With a little huff Reaper’s fingers unclenched and she dropped her arms to her side, the claws disappearing similarly from around Scarlet’s paws.
After Turn Back had shoved the large vigilante away, the large tigress seemed to stay fairly docile. Slowly standing back up, she glanced around, at TB’s dropped staff, and now Levi’s abandoned Kukris. And slowly, the fur and teeth and claws receded, leaving the red-haired girl in it’s wake, her entire left side drenched in her own blood. She knelt on the floor, a hand over her wound, body shaking.
Turn Back rushed towards the rogue, dropping to his knees and skidding beside her. He reached out to steady the red-haired girl and whispered to her. “I’m sorry, Scarlett. I panicked, I thought you were going to hurt us. I didn’t realize you were just trying to get away.”
Scarlet took in a few shaky breaths, flinching as Turn Back moved to steady her, tensing at his touch but ultimately allowing him to attempt to bandage the wound. She didn’t move to look at him as he apologized. “My powers… nghf.. Activate when I’m angry,” She wheezed, eyelids drooping but snapping open once more. She was clearly struggling to stay awake.
The lithe vigilante pulled off his hoodie, leaving himself in a black shirt underneath; lamenting at the torn hood before ripping it down the front and giving it to Scarlett, trying to make a makeshift bandage for her wound.
Levi had the idea to cauterize the wound with his powers, looking- rather, glaring at Scarlet and her semi-dressed wound, ”The bleeding looks bad, and from personal experience, it’ll get worse and most likely cause an infection.” he stated to her, lifting his left hand to let a short pulse of dull electricity upwards ”I can cauterize the wound, it’ll be extremely painful, but will close the wound and stop infection. Basically I have to burn your skin with my powers.” Levi’s confidence in himself being able to properly do this process hinted at his frequent use of it himself, and possible reason why he made it this far.
The shapeshifter slowly glanced up at Levi. “..Sure.. shoot lightning at my body.. Why don’t you..” She hissed, voice filled to the brim with pain.
“Don’t use a dirty hoodie for that, Turn Back. And don’t offer a painful alternative yet, Lightning Bug,” Reaper finally rumbled, moving around Scarlet in a large circle so as not to approach her from the back. “Do you guys really not carry proper supplies around?” The last part was mostly under her breath even as her hands went under the large hoodie she wore, seeking out something specific amongst the swimming folds. Finally she withdrew a small first aid kit that was pressed against her stomach, already unzipping the bright red cloth and retrieving a moist antiseptic wipe to open.
“Promise not to maul my face off? I’m rather fond of it,” The quip was rather half hearted as Reaper came within striking distance finally, kneeling as well and trying to shoo Turn Back’s hands away so she could start cleaning and dressing the wound.
Girard turned his attention to the rest of the team attempting to fix up Shifter while really having nothing to contribute. It wasn’t that he didn’t know first aid but it would be a stretch to say it was practiced given how hard he was to injure in the first place. What did occur to him was that they should get moving as soon as possible what with all of the noise that just got made if Umbra’’s men were on the way they would have a good idea something was up, plus the mold and trash made for a less than clean place to treat a wound. Of course the little clean up wasn’t going to be enough for something like that and most doctors either wanted nothing to do with supers or the supe in question would get found out soon than later.
“Once you get that done we gotta get moving, I’ll do the carrying if necessary, but all that commotion is gonna bring company but quick.” Tank said from his own personal experience looking a little fidgety. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
Relationships:
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,435 | 1,193 | 127 | 1,307 | 33 | Alice looks over the team Umbra has assigned her. "This should be easier than taking candy from a baby", she thinks. There were four people standing before her. A girl, thin and tall, named Rebel. Two men: both fit and battle ready, named Lazer and Flare; though Alice wasn't sure who was who. Behind them was a woman with white flowing hair, whose name was unknown but Alice was ready with a nickname. "listen up Kiddies, we are gonna pop in and pay these Supers a visit. Our mission is clear, take Scarlet Shifter and get the shit back before i gotta open up shop again." Alice scanned the group. "You two men will act as bait, you get to do your stuff and take out as many of the little shits as possible. Rebel and i are gonna grab Shifter and get the hell outta dodge. Understood?" The group before her nods, and Alice turns her attention to the white haired woman, chuckling darkly. "Alright then, beam us up, Scotty."
The group is enveloped in a white light, and then suddenly the alley they were in is now a street facing a run down grey house. "Shit, of course we get dropped in the dumps. Why cant my missions ever be on a beach in Hawaii or something. Alright, lets go play!" Alice grins and watches as Lazer and Flare barrel towards the front door. She and Rebel follow behind, at a safe distance. "Here Kitty Kitty! Come out and get some...catnip! Alice lets loose a wave of pheromones meant to make everyone lethargic. Those who were in decent health would not be affected as much, becoming only slightly slowed. But Shifter would feel the brunt of the attack, as she was already injured and more easily persuaded into sleep. Alice and Rebel scan the scene as they enter, hoping to find Shifter and get the heck out quickly. "Where are you, Kitten? Its past your bed time!"
Upon entering the front door, Alice and Co are greeted with a sight she can only describe as elating. The team had stepped into a living room full of the very Supers they were looking to find, and Scarlet Shifter was with them. "Oh sweet God its like Christmas! Everyone here at once, with a gift for me even!" Alice dons a wide smile, "I get to skin some super puppies!" | Name: Alice Loveland
Quote: "We will destroy Millenium City, and then, when all of the city is ashes, then you have my permission to die." -Alice
Alias: Spore
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Family: Alice grew up in a fairly wealthy family. They had a comfortable life, and anything Alice wanted she received. She always had little feeling for anyone outside the family, and even they were not sure why she was so impartial to the world. All Alice knew is that she didn't really care unless she got something out of it. She would bring friends over simply to see the looks on their faces at her big house and many toys. When asked if she loved her family, she would reply simply, "sometimes." Alice was very fond of her younger brother, and his death was the only one she feels any remorse about. She was very protective of him, he was the only thing that meant anything to her. His accidental death was the only thing she feels any guilt about, and she is determined not to let herself feel for anyone so strongly again.
Occupation: Bartender
Appearance: Alice is decently tall, at 5'8". She is naturally blonde, but is constantly coloring her hair. Currently, she is sticking with red. Her hair is cut short, in an A-line style. She keeps it short in the back, longer in front. Alice is literally COVERED in tattoos. Down her arms, across her chest. Everywhere. She likes wearing Button down shirts with the sleeves rolled up, halfway. Jeans are her preferred pant choice, although when she is "on the job, being a bad guy" she wears leather pants. When she is doing her bad guy thing, she wears dark black leather pants and a White tank top, with a leather motorcycle jacket. (sometimes, its a slinky dress. depends on the job.)
Method of Operation: Alice can fight, but doesn't like to get her hands dirty. She stays in her bar most of the time, preferring to stay out of the action and gathering intel from the shadows. Since she is on the run, she chooses to stay in the seedy Underworld of Umbra's employ instead of being in the spotlight. She mainly uses her powers as a passive effect; only resorting to underhanded tactics if she is caught.
Superpower: Pheromone Manipulation Alice can use her Powers to persuade peoples subconscious, using pheromones. She can make people drowsy or lovesick, and thus unable to fight, or she can enrage someone to the point of action. She can also make people fall in love/lust with her, mostly used out of boredom or as a last defense. She has a range of seven to ten feet, with her powers lessening with distance. Someone who is aware of it and has enough willpower can effectively shrug off the effects. She stays around the bar she owns to keep an information channel for Umbra. The booze helps make it easy to use her powers more effectively.
Skills:Alice can make drinks, and is exceptional at "extracurricular activities" *eyebrow waggle*
Equipment: Alice carries several knives. that's about it
Personality: Alice is normally very introverted, but when she is at work, all bets are off. She is kinda standoffish, she doesn't tolerate bullshit especially at her Bar. Her sense of humor is laced with sexual innuendo and puns. She has a very skewed moral compass, meaning what Alice wants, Alice gets. She looks out for herself only, although she is not fond of being alone. She is very afraid of being by herself, so she surrounds herself with minions and "playthings". Alice is not very good at the whole romance thing, as her powers give her an easy "one night stand" ability. She longs for something long term, but knows that being on the run is a one woman job.
Biography: Alice didn't discover her powers until she was fourteen. She was on vacation with her family, and fell in love with a girl her age. (Her powers were to blame, though she didn't know it.) When her family found out, they were enraged, and her father beat her badly. In a fit of anger Alice yelled at her family to just die, and due to the hormonal surge from the beating, they did. Her family, one by one, jumped from the balcony of the tenth floor. Alice was sent to an institution to treat her after the trauma of her incident, where she developed a fear of being alone. She mastered her abilities and tested her range while institutionalized, and escaped at age 18 by starting a riot. She used the chaos to sneak away, and has been on the run ever since. Alice used the money from her inheritance to buy a small bar and the small apartments on top, which she rents out for extra income. Umbra approached her after a while, asking if she would like to stop running and rule the city with him. He neeeded a show of trust, so for the past ten months Alice has used her bar to gather info about Supers and has aided in the capture of a few.
Theme Song: Bad Girls by M.I.A
Relationships: TBD
Extra: I am NOT NORMAL, ya scum |
43,436 | 1,193 | 128 | 468 | 617 | Please Graffiti, calm down. No need to use rage, we came here to converse, nothing more. Honestly Raven was not really pleased with how the woman snapped at Wall Walker, the man had done nothing wrong, well to them at least. Karma will get him one day for his stealing, but they did not come here to punish him. "Collect your thoughts."
Bowing her head a bit, Raven kept a hand on her Grim. The beast did not growl, his fur like wire under her fingers lie flat. What was she to do?
A small laugh escaping her from Omega's comment, Raven sighed. "She would give no harm unless I wish it so. She was simply looking to see if you fared well, forgive the fight, she dose not mean it." Yet as she listened to the voice behind her, Raven froze, her hand caught in her Grim's fur.
The voice...
No, it couldn't be, they were together just days ago. The faint smell of old sheet music, kind words offering help. She could feel her eyes widen at the thought, thats what they do, Vigilantes offer help. And that voice rang clear as bells, she never forgot a voice and she was not supposed to start.
It was Manny!
Shaking her head, Raven took a deep breath. One task at a time, put the information back for later. Instead she focused on Wall Walker, trying to listen to his breathing, the rustle of his cloths and edge in his voice. The air was crisp, cooling now, the stillness being filled with tense uneasiness from her team mates.
How were they to work together with such clashing ideals? It was like riding into the arena with a companion you met a moment ago. No drive, no connection, no cooperation because they simply did not know each other. This was not going to work, not unless they had some common ground.
As if to answer her question, Ecto decided to attack the male that held no threat. Biting her lip Raven found she had no words. Instead she knelt down, her book still in hand. "we are not here to fight." Her voice was calming, even, one that did not hold lies, one that had not caused another true harm. | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,437 | 1,193 | 129 | 314 | 285 | Was it really too much to ask that one time, one time Reaper put on this mask that it would be easy? Of course it was.
No sooner than one situation was defused that another one started. It began with voices outside, and then a feeling that slowed down her movements wrapping the wound of the woman that was suddenly slumping and leaning against her. Confusion wracked Reaper’s mind for a moment, but was quickly dispelled by a voice outside.
“Where are you, Kitten? Its past your bed time!” That would explain a lot. Maybe not why Reaper was suddenly feeling like a cat nap sounded like a good idea, but it was a pretty good assumption to assume it was these jokers if Scarlett’s weight on her was any indication. Underneath the mask the vigilante’s teeth grit as their new ‘guests’ entered the premises, her black eyes narrowing dangerously. It wasn’t hard to guess who these people were, even if she couldn’t see the distinctive mark right away.
They were cornered, with the person they were after passed out – from blood loss or worse. Unnoticeable with her black eyes Reaper’s gaze shifted around at her teammates as her mind raced. Would three of them be enough? Fighting with Scarlett there just promised a distraction, especially if these minions went after her during the battle. All of this passed rapidly through Reaper’s mind before she settled on a decision, and could only hope the others followed through.
Reaper’s fingers twitched back, and a weight in her back pocket lessened as the object moved through the shadows to appear in her hand. Thumbing the metal clip off caused it to drop to the floor with a rattle, and in that instant Reaper threw her hand out.
“BRIBERY!” Hundreds of dollars were flung into the faces of their enemies, the green bills filling their vision right in front of them from the money clip. It was a gamble depending on how desperate these thugs were, but if they joined Umbra of their own volition there’d hopefully be some human greed. Using the moment to surge up almost saw Reaper stumble with Scarlet’s weight, but with no time to lose she was already shoving the unconscious redhead to her largest companion. “Tank! Make like this house is a stage and GO!” As soon as he took her the shadows under the hoodie’s sleeves that Reaper wore surged forward and covered her gloves, solidifying into sharp claws reminiscent of the tiger’s they were just fighting. She turned her attention back to Umbra’s men, under the mask almost baring her teeth as she went to a fighting stance.
Now, if everything went to plan the three of them left would either take them out or escape. Simple, right?
Another piece of debris fell behind them from the crumbling second floor. Yup. Simple. | Name
Zoey KasimirQuote
--Alias
ReaperAge
23Gender
FemaleFamily
Father . Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.Occupation
University student.Appearance
Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.
Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.Method of Operation
Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.
Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.Personality
Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?Superpower
Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.Skills
Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’Biography
As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for university across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.
Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?
Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.Theme Song
Money - Mystery SkullsRelationships
None currently.Extra
We’re not normal, that’s for sure. |
43,438 | 1,193 | 130 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Interacting with: Team Scarlet & Anti-Team Scarlet.
Despite Scarlet's refusal of the cauterization, Levi had the mindset of 'suite yourself', and dismissed it. Silently agreeing too Tank carrying her, being the best of the options despite their overall firepower going down. Of course, the situation turned from bad to worse, a sudden wave of torpor permeated across the room. Levi was slightly injured so this did somewhat affect him but not by much. Then a woman's voiced rattled against the old building, and with her came a few people, presumably supers.
“Where are you, Kitten? Its past your bed time!” the unknown woman called out, Umbra's men looking for Scarlet Shifter, naturally. Things were a little bit too straightforward, so this was to be expected. Fortunately he already grabbed his dropped weapons whilst talking to Scarlet Shifter about the offer she shouldn't have refused. Levi counted four in his sights, two men and two women. The woman who called out had a peculiar gaze, and he glanced at the other three. All of them looked experienced, and with them expending energy earlier this was going to be difficult, however they did outnumber them.
"Oh sweet God its like Christmas! Everyone here at once, with a gift for me even!"
"I get to skin some super puppies!"
She continued her presumptuous speech. Levi's gaze grew darker under the shadows as he gripped his kukris once again. It was through Reaper's farcical act of throwing money on their face that Levi got the drop on one of them more thin and lanky one. He channeled lightning on his legs, and in a haze of dull yellow disappeared from his position leaving a dent on the wooden floor and appeared directly behind 'Flare'. Attempting to do a diagonal slash with his kukris crackling with the same dull lightning.
After the quick diagonal slash he landed on his feet and charged the weapons with twice the firepower than earlier, and threw both of them towards Flare, aiming for his shoulder-blades. He looked onwards at his weapons cut through the still air, emanating and crackling furiously with the dull, amber-yellow electricity. | Name: Avery Quinton
Quote: "Life's short, let's live it!"
Alias: Lightning's Tempo
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Estranged from all her family members
Occupation: Travelling 'Hero'
Appearance:
The most striking feature of Avery are her fiery red hair, and her emerald tinted eyes. She can be called beautiful on occasion but doesn't try to be. Her natural beauty is outstanding, but she never cares much for makeup or fine clothing, instead opting for the messy approach in her attire.
Method of Operation: She prefers to be 'loud' and 'proud', letting the enemy know she's there with her flashy attacks and moves. Even the color of her lightning draws attention. While loud and proud there is a certain grave and finesse in the way she executes her power, being amazingly fluid, yet strong.
Superpower: Same with Levi, but has a certain amount of mastery over it, being able to best Levi in his fights. Because of this she is a sort of 'teacher' to him, but notices his talent for the powers and knows soon that he will surpass him.
Skills: Cooks, Gardens and adores puzzles.
Equipment: ---
Personality: Avery is the opposite of Levi, she is fun, loving and has a certain kind of hope for the human race. She believes that there is inherent goodness in everyone, and tried to find good qualities in even the worst people. However this doesn't fog up her actions and will act necessary if the situation calls for it.
Shee tries and sees the silver lining in situations, being able to make the most drab situation have a positive outcome. She is also extremely charismatic, being able to weave her words in such a way that the people around her will feel astounded, and she can weasel her way out of a confrontation usually with her words.
Sometimes, she will get into a sort of funk, for failing to protect Jaine and Levi from 'them' and will usually ponder hours on end. In this stage she is melancholic and tries to be alone to think about what she could have done. These 'funks' usually last hours, and if anyone was there they could tell the unending sorrow and regret laced on her face for her self-deemed 'failure'. However she usually will have the stupid smile on her face again after a while and remembering Jaine's words.
Biography: Avery discovered her powers at a young age, but chose to hide it from her close friends and family, except for Jaine, Jaine helped her cope with her powers and told her to accept it as part of her, and so she trained it from youth. She was best friends with Jaine, Levi's sister. They basically grew up with one another, and were best of friends. They basically did everything together and were basically inseparable siblings.That is to say until the day Levi disappeared, Jaine was a mess and tried to look everywhere, it was Avery that calmed her down and assured that she would look for Levi with her.
Then Jaine disappeared as well, and that even took days to locate and track both of them. By the time she arrived she saw the aftermath, bodies skewn all over the floor and the smell of blood still ever pungent in the air. She spotted Jaine's dead body, she gasped and tears started to flow from her eyes, and then she found Levi, lightning cascading in fury all around him, with the dark room being lit by his bright lightning. Levi attacked her as well, in his fit of blinding rage and fury, he thought Avery was one of the scientist. Sparks of red lightning flew from across the room as a results of their clashes.
After the ensuing fight, he managed to make Levi fall unconscious but she sustained a multitude of wounds, receiving a gash on her back. Even though she was more skilled than Levi, it was a strenuous effort to take someone down with her powers and not kill them. She knelt down in anguish, and screamed from the top of her lungs.
She took Levi under her wing and trained him, noticing his exceptional and notable growth, she knew that Levi's passion was driving him. She left him in Millenium city, and traveled the world looking for EHLM scientists, and works as a 'hero' for hire on the side, and she checks on Levi every so often.
Theme Song: (Optional)
Relationships: (Optional, discuss this with other players!)
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43,439 | 1,193 | 131 | 890 | 504 | Girard had half a mind to say I told you so but now was not the time or place for it. If he had been ready to move before they heard the arrivals his mind soon equally switched to a more defensive stand point. This was only reinforced by one of the new arrival's words which preceded a small energy hit that while it didn't worry the big guy much it also didn't feel normal. However, the main concern was now the two men and women coming in the entrance blocking the most obvious escape route for a normal person but he doubted anyone here was normal. All things considered having nullified the threat from Scarlet in the way that happened was probably for the worst because now she was particularly vulnerable and the small team was the first and last line of defense. It was not an ideal situation in the slightest but they would have to make do so all was left was to have a look at the opposition.
The big man looked at both of the men who were closer, one looked kinda thin not the direct fighter type where as the other was a bruiser by normal standards, he thought the confidence they showed was a bit concerning but it could just as easily get them taken out like many before them. His gaze moved back farther to the women one who made it kind of apparent she was the ringleader of sorts and was talking quite the big game but he quickly lost interest once he saw her companion. For Tank time slowed down as he locked eyes from under his helmet with the shorter, athletic woman which if the other three hadn't worried him she did. It was for a damn good reason because that was Rebel who had been one of the most dangerous gang leaders he had tackled. Most would underestimate her based on looks, no way someone like that could pose that much of a threat to a super, but that would end quickly with an iron hard punch from her when she shifted her skin to the metal. This was the reason for one of the longest fights he had taken part in as like him Rebel could both take and dish out a beating which left them in a war of attrition which probably lasted longer than either expected and that neither would forget easily.
Just falling further aren't you honey. Girard thought very sure that if they were going to fight he was going to have to match up with the woman if only to put a large barrier between her and Scarlet.
It was a rare thing to see the big man physically tense up over something but now was a very appropriate time and he was ready to take the fight to them before a wall of fluttering green showed up in front of them. He heard Reaper behind him struggle for a second before thrusting a now unconscious Scarlet into his arms which surprised him for all of a second before realizing that the small hit he had taken must've been much worse to the injured shifter. Also a flash of light zipping through the green gave him an idea of where Sparky stood on the matter.
“Tank! Make like this house is a stage and GO!”
The big man didn't like the idea of leaving the other three behind but it didn't take a genius to realize none of them were strong enough to carry a now dead weighted Scarlet with any sort of speed besides him. Normally he wouldn't back out of a fight but circumstance was against him currently, there was no choice so he would have to leave them for now though he gave TB a quick energy boost before he made his move. If there was one thing Tank could do it was make an emergency exit on the fly which he did bolting for the nearest wall keeping Scarlet covered as he blasted straight through to the outside. Using his head-start Girard had no intention of slowing down picking an alley system and booking it building up some impressive speed as all of the weight turned it into momentum. It wouldn't be impossible to catch him, hell following the thuds if they were in earshot would be enough to give some information but he knew enough shortcuts and hideaways that if they did lose him they would lose Scarlet as well which is what he was counting on.
Gotta hope they can take on Umbra's people or at least get away. The big guy thought more worried about the rest of them than himself at the moment. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
Relationships:
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,440 | 1,193 | 132 | 1,331 | 353 | Wraith
Got you. Wraith grinned like a shark as her fist made contact with Walker's face. He seemed surprised at her attack. Not so nice when you were the one taken off-guard. She lunged forward, preparing a blow that would just about split the guy's head in two, when she noticed Ditch at the end of the alleyway. Dammit! she couldn't stop the blow, but she changed the angle of her swing enough that it flew just past his head. The rest of the group seemed to be catching up as well. She'd be surprised if a few of them hadn't seen her hit Walker, which wasn't great.
"We're not trying to hurt you." Ditch said to Walker. Wraith glared at her furiously. "Speak for yourself." she muttered, making sure that it was just loud enough for Walker to hear it. Why are we trying to protect a damn criminal? Wraith was not happy. Ditch's vague answers weren't helping her mood either. Luckily, she didn't seem to be the only one that felt this way, as Graffiti landed next to Ditch and voiced the same complaints that Wraith was thinking of. Imagine that! Someone here has sense after all.
Wraith was surprised, however, when Graffiti addressed her directly. "You cant tell me this isn't a little strange, I've read about your good work in the city, you ain't soft on these bastards, and why should you be?" before Wraith could answer, though, several things seemed to happen at once. Ecto swooped down and seemed to possess Walker, which startled her slightly, though she wasn't opposed to frightening the guy. She hoped that Ecto would have the sense to get out when he had to, though. She didn't want to be forced into harming an innocent person.
Raven also cut her off, trying to talk down Graffiti from her position. Sadly for her, and for Walker, she had chosen the wrong one to focus on. Wraith looked Walker directly in the eyes as she spoke, her own eyes looking as though she were a lion about to pounce on an antelope. "I'm with you on this one, Graffiti. I don't see why we're bothering to warn this scumbag in the first place. I also don't see why I should listen to the orders of someone who hides behind a screen instead of getting their hands dirty. Luckily, I have the perfect way to get an explanation from our fearless leader." as she was speaking, her grin grew wider, and she lunged forward in the blink of an eye, reducing the density of her hand and plunging it into Walker's ribcage.
"Now, before any of you flip at me, I'm gonna say that what I'm doing right now will do him no harm whatsoever. I mean, if I hurt him, who know what would happen to our ghostly friend? I don't want any unnecessary accidents happening anyway. Not to anyone other than this criminal." she looked at Ditch. She couldn't find this that surprising, really. After all, Wraith had only agreed to this business for the opportunity to track down more enemies of justice. She wasn't going to help them stay alive.
"The thing is, Ditch, I don't operate the way you want me to. And keeping my hand insubstantial like this is an effort. As soon as I stop, well, that's when accidents become necessary, I'm afraid." she really did hope that Ecto got out before that happened. She didn't really know the guy, but he seemed to have good intentions. Still, Wraith would do what had to be done. It was the kind of justice that people like Walker deserved.
"So, boss, clock's ticking. You'd better give me a very good reason to keep this guy alive." | Name: Kara Banks
Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.
During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.
When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.
Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.
If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.
Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.
Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.
Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.
Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.
Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.
In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.
She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.
Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.
For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.
After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.
Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound
Relationships: Not discussed
Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal. |
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Though the team was doing their best to persuade Walker into trusting them, with each word spoken he looked like he was becoming increasingly more skittish. “So you chased me down just to tell me about the big bad?” He hissed. “You idiots could’ve botched my entire operation.. How stupid do you think I am? Do you think I’m going to run to Umbra with open arms or something?” Walker growled, fists balling at his sides.
Graffiti’s voice was filled with anger, and Ditch gazed at her warily. “I said from the very beginning we were only coming to warn him,” She said quietly, not taking her gaze off of the unstable vigilante.. When she pulled out her gun.
Walker immediately tensed, brown eyes flickering warily around the circle of vigilantes boxing him in, searching for an escape route. “Put the gun down, Graffiti. I’ve told you no riddles.. Killing him isn’t worth it.” It was hard to tell what she was thinking because of the audio scrambler, but her wording was rushed.
Walker was stopped in his tracks from running as the ghost-like super possessed him, his eyes glowing momentarily and a faint blue-green aura enveloping him. Ditch’s head continued to snap between Walker and Graffiti, but that was until Wraith began to speak.
Ditch visibly jumped when Wraith plunged her hand into Walker’s chest. She moved slowly throughout the vigilante’s monologue, stepping between Graffiti’s pointed gun and Wraith, one palm outstretched in front of Graffiti’s line of fire, and the other towards Wraith.
“Do you really think killing him will help anything?” She said. “Do you really think murdering criminals brings justice? Even ones who haven’t killed? I thought you were better than this. He robbed a few damn banks. And you feel the need to murder? Well then, I’ve gotta say.. I don’t think the title vigilante quite suits you.” Her voice became louder and louder as she spoke, and by the end she was shouting. In the blink of an eye, she’d whipped around to Graffiti and kicked the gun out of her hands, fast and strong.
Taking the distraction, Walker became intangible, successfully phasing away from Wraith’s hand and Ecto’s possession. The moment Walker had freed himself, he bashed Wraith in the face. His punches were strong, fast, expertly executed - he was clearly well trained.
Before he could get another one in, Ditch rammed into him, pushing him into the brick wall off to the side. A mistake on her part. Because he grabbed her arm and pulled her through it, and they disappeared into the wall together. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,442 | 1,193 | 134 | 1,465 | 1,197 | Rose's eyes widened as she felt herself step forward when she saw Wraith put her hand through Walker's chest. Though Graffiti's outburst was that of a self-righteous bully, this was quickly turning for the worse. She couldn't believe it. Essentially they had teamed up with two murderers. She narrowed her eyes in obvious disapproval and scowled - they were calling Walker a criminal when what they were suggesting was far more criminal than a bank robber. Hypocrites.
On some note, she felt relieved when Walker was able to free himself from Wraith. Though he gave her quite a hard punch and threatened to beat the bloody pulp out of her, at least no one was dead. For that, Melrose was grateful. Thankfully Ditch was faster than Rose was herself and rammed into him before anyone else could get more hurt - before disappearing that was. Rose wasted no time as she sprinted to the doors and slammed her shoulder into them, forcing them wide open. Taking only a peek inside, she felt relief wash over her and quickly unlatched her electrodes. 'Finally.. we can corner him, but.. we might have to fight those two..' She didn't like that thought, but stuck to keeping Walker in check for now.
Then a thought occurred to her. They had only wanted to warn him. He's been warned now and he already said he was trying to avoid Umbra. Wasn't that enough then? They didn't need to capture him or trap him anymore. They needed to get him away from those murderers! She spun around quickly and firmly placed the electrode on the wall with the door - that would stop Wraith from phasing through or ANY of them from crashing through. The voltage was enough to knock Tank off his feet. She darted to Ditch, grabbing her and pulling her off of Walker as best as she could, yelling, "let him go! We warned him, it's done! We need to help him get away from the murderers!" She could only hope that her gambit would pay off. She didn't want anyone dying today. | "Even a rose has it's thorns."
I N F O R M A T I O N
Alias: The Black Rose
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Family: Mother; Jasmine Faye (Deceased), Father; Richard Faye (Deceased), Half-Brother; Jason Faye (Estranged), Half-Sister; Jessica Faye (Estranged)
Occupation: Former Librarian Assistant
Appearance: During her causal wear, she tends to dress with a cross between functional and very feminine, often wearing shorter skirts with leggings and loose-fitting shirts. She also tends to favor black fingerless gloves, regardless if she's in her outfit or not, also pairing a unique look with a pair of boots (though they are often tied tighter than most styles). While at night patrolling the streets, she dresses in a black outfit and speaks volumes about freedom of movement compared to anything that might deemed protective. Most notably it includes a longer jacket as well as a cowl to keep her face mostly hidden, which is tied in a specific way to keep it from falling backwards. (Picture: but imagine replacing all the belts with actual cloth/leather)
P O W E R S
Method of Operation: Melrose is fairly well known as a vigilante, striking mostly during the night hours, with a hidden identity, and less than lawful methods. Still, she is known to be one of the more morally-focused ones, avoiding any deaths whenever possible. Her range of duties, as it were, essentially range from anything that catches her eye - from simply store robberies to challenging entire gangs and even some of the more organized crime. Because of this, so is less welcomed in the criminal underworld and has earned the nickname, "The Black Rose," something to signify her femininity but also the fear and hatred they have for her - some even call her "The Black Widow" out of anger. Otherwise she is known more so for her close-combat style and seemingly inability to be hit or captured, even when an entire gang is loaded with automatic weapons - not to say she always wins.
Superpower:
Adaptable Prediction & Intuitive Aptitude
Melrose's powers are specifically geared towards combat and skill oriented situations. Unlike many others, her abilities seem less fantastical, unable to conjure or manipulate elements, teleport, throw cars, or communicate with technology. Instead she has a particular set that allows her to:
• Interpret and predict enemy attacks and react to the incoming attack, brush off or avoid the incoming attacks even from dead angles.
• Instantly learn and understand the complexity and exactness of organisms, objects, subjects, fields, powers, etc. The normal requirements for this is either her direct interaction with said object, etc. or a more detailed description of the area.
• Retain most learned information very well - though not perfectly. Still, it only takes a moment to relearn something she may have forgotten.
• Have peak stamina & strength (for a woman), her body's way of compensating for her learning ability, giving her the chance to use any and all of her skills. This never diminishes.
Weaknesses are despite her ability to predict, she can still find herself in situations where she is outnumbered and outgunned, forcing her to retreat. She also can't react to something that is much faster than her (namely super speeds or highly enhanced speed). Otherwise, while she can instantly learn skills and movements from just seeing them, she cannot copy supernatural powers, only gleam information from them. Not to mention, she has no supernatural offensive or defensive capabilities herself.
Skills:
• Master Martial Artist. Knows various styles, letting her mix-match her attacks into her own unique style - usually focused on avoidance until she can make quick, powerful blows.
• Other Martial Skills, including: Blades, Bows, Throwing Knives, Handguns, Automatic Weapons, & Shotguns.
• Lockpicking.
• Expert Acrobatics & Free-running.
• Stealth Techniques
• Hacking
• Other Skills non-relating to her night "outings."
Equipment: Her equipment is mostly her outfit, lockpicks for physical locks (no keypads or such), throwing knives, and a pair of daggers.
P E R S O N A
Personality: Melrose is an interesting sort. It isn't often that you find a vigilante that is willing to bloody her hands and still be a complete nerd when it comes to fantasy and sci-fi stories, though it might be more accurate to say she is a believer of heroics than just a normal fangirl. So it's no surprise that she is a natural introvert and tends to keep to herself more often than not during large gatherings, yet she had developed enough social skills and initiative to approach others - sometimes. Melrose can still be very shy during certain situations, especially if it's around another woman she happens to have a crush on, but in spite of this quality she is still a very determined, driven individual. However her ability to learn anything can (and has) often come across to others as arrogance, when in reality, she is simply stating or relating facts - or at least that's her intention.
To some, it might be a surprise when they find out how confident she truly can be, especially in the face of danger. Of course her powers assist with this, but even with them, most people tend to see her more or less among those who are normal humans - though with a genius-level intellect (despite that she is not). Coupling with this is a unique mixture of naive idealism and absolute resolve, giving way to a woman that will do practically anything to help her city.
The other part of her personality, in more causal settings, is one of a friendly if a bit quiet woman. She tends to enjoy more relaxing activities such as reading books, watching movies, discussions, and video gaming. She is also a romantic at heart and even though she is generally unhopeful of the future, she still keeps her eyes out for the woman that she might call her own.
Biography: Born to the higher-end neighborhoods of Millennium City, she had known a financially secure childhood with plenty of books and games to spare. However her childhood was a lonely one, with her mother having passed at childbirth and her father being away on business almost all of the time. Instead she was raised by several nannys, none of which stayed long enough to form an actual true bond, which resulted in feelings of abandonment. It did not help that she didn't get along with most other children, mostly because she would cry too much.
Drawing upon her teenage years, she was both instantly aware and confused by her own self. Most of the girls were giggling and flirting with boys and while most of them pitied her for not getting many admirers, she felt it was a blessing. Nothing about the boys interested her, but she found some confusion that the girls did. Thankfully, she had always been the intelligent type and caught on quickly - she was lesbian. Unlike most in her situation, due to her unpopularity, she wasn't harassed much for being that way. Of course it also resulted in even deeper feelings of loneliness and depression, but she pushed on regardless, alone.
When she finally made it to the college stage of her life, her father paid for the entirety of it without a second thought, and without a care for what she wanted to do. Having grown up around books and games, she felt most comfortable in a library - surrounded by lore of all types. So she decided to try and get a Master's in Librarian Science. Meanwhile, to starve the boredum away (since she had all the money), she took a position at the college library as an assistant and being practical, made sure it could pay for her apartment and bills. As fate would have it, it wasn't four months after her position that she came to find out that her father had died during a gun fight... with the police. It quickly came to light that he was a criminal lord and had fought to his last breathe. Unsurprisingly, Melrose felt little of his passing, since he had practically become a stranger to her. However her anger towards his chosen lifestyle lead her to the delay of his will, refusing the money left behind, calling it 'dirty and bloody.'
Her powers later manifested themselves as she was upgrading her computer - of all things. It did so quietly and without fuss, as she was installing another stick of RAM, she found herself toggling switches on the motherboard, booting up BIOs and overclocking her desktop without so much as a single mistake. Afterwards, she could only sit there, staring at the screen before finally asking herself, "how the hell did I just do that?" This continued on for another week, as she picked up skill after skill of varying degrees, from cooking, cleaning, fixing her door, and even stopping to explain to a stock broker advanced techniques of the market holdings. Before she knew it, she was looking down at the face of fate.
All her life she had been awed and wooed by the heroics weaved by fantasy tales and there was something deep inside her that wished she could've been born with powers, with the ability to walk the streets and help those in tough situations, to at the very least bring down the crime rate so families felt safe. Finally, she had that opportunity. Not only a month after she had turned her father's will away, she was back asking for the money again, knowing she would need it if she was going to focus on this task - or at the very least, feeling it was needed to redeem where the money had come from. The rest, learning of her predicting, and stamina, and strength, simply came to her over time as she was forced into dangerous scenarios. It's been a year now and she's known as The Black Rose.
Theme Song: Heal My Wounds
Relationships:
Ditch: Mostly Positive
Rose is impressed by the woman. Regardless if she has powers, it's obvious she doesn't use them very often, which has essentially made her a 'normal' that risked her neck to recruit other supers to work as a team. She might not know much besides her name, but she enjoys her company. Still, she has some doubts Ditch thinks anything special of her, making her slight crush basically pointless - who knows how long it'll last.
Levi 'ElectroBoy' Lynn: Slightly Negative
Rose just sees Levi as a teenager still, despite his age, though one that's had a tough break in life. Still, it's not an excuse for violence and throwing fits. Melrose can't fault him too much though, since he hasn't actual hurt anyone physically when he can do a lot of damage. He's just hurt and taking it out on others.
RavenTale: Slightly Positive
Melrose admires her for not only being blind and independent, but deciding to do more than just ride horses - actually going out and helping people. Still, her hesitation at the first meeting put her slightly off. Maybe Raven just needs to trust a bit more, but at the same time, you're always putting the ones you love at risk doing this work.
Omega: Slightly Positive
Again, she admires why he's doing this and he seems like a decent man. However no matter how much you see online about someone, it still doesn't speak about who a person is - their character. She still needs to see more.
Turn Back: Indifferent
While emphatic to his blight, like Omega, she doesn't actually know the man or who he is.
Wraith: Negative
Most of what Rose finds negative in Wraith in her operations. Her apparent disregard of human life appalls her and while she isn't always one to speak up, she really wants nothing to do with the teenager. Rose is sorry that her parent were murdered, but that isn't any excuse.
Reaper: Slightly Positive
Without knowing much else than information found, which implies the Zoey isn't greedy so much as she's unaware, Rose can't say much about her character. After the news release of her restoring the apartments to an affordable price has given her hope.
Ecto: Indifferent
A bit unsure of this one. He was essentially a nerd - which she does enjoy - but he also doesn't seem to have done anything specific in his time as a vigilante, bringing her to the conclusion that she'll just wait and see.
Tank: Mostly Positive
Despite his past efforts of being a little rough on criminals, Rose doesn't feel she can judge that particular choice. She gets the feels from both the meeting and the reports online that he means good - he's just a bit rough - she's been a bit rough herself in some cases. As it stands, she gets a rather positive feelings from the big guy. Especially after their little 'run in.'
Graffiti: Mostly Negative
While it was indifferent before, her opinion has quickly and drastically gotten worse. Really, it's all from one comment on trying to judge Rose and her powers without knowing a damn thing about her. She finds this false arrogance to be one of the most annoying things in the world. The funny thing is, Graffiti seems not so confident about her own powers, but Rose knows better.
Extra: Besides still being a nerd with heroic ideals, I feel it's important to point out that pretty much no one knows that her being 'smart' IS one of her powers.
"We're not normal." -Unknown |
43,443 | 1,193 | 135 | 195 | 102 | Omega tensed further when Wraith thrust her hand into Walker’s ribcage. He had seen her take people out that way a time or two while doing his rounds, and he was really getting tired of how much she was screwing things up. Her complete disregard for life at such a young age was extremely disturbing. Then...
Oh shit!
Everything happened at once. Omega’s eyes darted to Ditch kicking Graffiti’s gun and quickly shifted back to Walker as he freed himself and took a swing back at Wraith. He was in a boxing stance and ready to take another swing and Omega rushed forward to stop it. Ditch had beat him to the punch, however, and tackled Walker into another wall. As Walker phased through, taking Ditch along, Omega reached for dead air as he tried to grab for his teammate. He landed with his palms on the wall and turned quickly to face the rest of the group.
“Dammit, guys! What the hell were you thinking!”
Rose burst through the doors closest to her and Omega sprinted for the same door intending to follow her. He skidded almost to a halt and leapt through the open door, quickly scanning for movement in the direction that Walker had entered. Walker and Ditch had not gotten very far - probably just tumbled into the room - and it appeared like Rose was struggling to separate Walker from Ditch.
"let him go! We warned him, it's done! We need to help him get away from the murderers!"
Omega couldn’t help but agree. Wraith and Graffiti had gone fucking postal and, at this point, things were way out of hand. He didn’t really think that Walker should just leave, though, because the mission wasn’t simply to warn him of Umbra; he already knew of the threat. The mission was to keep him from Umbra. Ditch had spent a lot of time tracking this guy down and Omega wasn’t about to release him back into the wild. But first order of business was to get Ditch free.
“Brace yourselves, guys!”
As Omega ran up to the group, he fired a more concentrated blast directly at Walker, attempting to knock him back away from his teammates. | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,444 | 1,193 | 136 | 468 | 617 | It was chaos, a simple moment, Raven had only been speaking to Walker for a moment when Wraith went crazy. "Look out!" Yet it was too late, Wraith went after the male, shattering their chance at having a conversation. As far as he was concerned, they were trying to kill him. She could hear Omega readying for a attack, only for Ditch to leap to action instead.
It was like a gang fight, chaos, sheer chaos, and her senses were driven overtime. What had Wraith been thinking? The girl was unnerving, shes the kind of thing that when killed, would be one to turn into a beast. Maybe a nightmeer, or withward? She honestly did not know, but that woman would not be having a happy end.
"let him go! We warned him, it's done! We need to help him get away from the murderers!" No kidding, Raven was already on it, it was going to suck, but what else was there to do?
"Estimated time of death, October 28th, 2011. May no blood be spilled." Once again the wraith shown her face. Least Raven had a moment to breath, but she might be in some rough shape if she was going to keep both her and the Grim.
Following after the creature, Raven began to collect information on her surroundings. Pillars, empty halls, high ceilings. It was the ideal place, not much to hide behind. The room echoed as well, easy to find someone moving. A point proven when she heard Omega and Rose. The Grim running ahead she followed close behind. Something happened, she heard a force of some kind. The air was heavy, as though someone had put weights in it.
What did her team mates do?
"He's no use in the afterlife. Any ideas to turn Wraith off his path?" They needed to deal with her first, talk to Walker away from the mad woman. "I can ask my summons to turn on her, but I'll have to stay close, it would buy time at most." Raven had no problems staying behind and taking a few hits from Wraith if it meant getting Walker away. But could she really trust them to get the guy out?
"We should split, some of us go after Ditch, the others slow down Wraith to keep her from doing something more drastic than she already did. I heard that hit, she was barley holding back, fairly sure the only thing that kept him alive was the fact Ecto had possessed him." Ecto may have acted without thinking, but that move may have saved Walker's life. What would Wraith have done if the guy was not under the protection of a team-mate?
The sound of clicking claws echoed through the halls captured her attention. Her Grim began to move again, the beast going further and further down the hall. "He's on their trail, someone should go after him." | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,445 | 1,193 | 137 | 716 | 5,230 | It seemed as if Graffiti wasnt alone in her thinking, luckily Wraith took her side in not being soft on a dangerous criminal. And literally took matters into her own intangible hand as she put it in walkers chest, but this was somewhat troubling, because Ecto had possesed this man's body. Graffiti didn't move her gun away from Walker but her words to Wraith were very serious.
I like your style Wraith, and I'm taking your side in this scenario, but if you do anything to hurt Ecto, even by accident, It'll be the last thing you do for a very long time.......as long as we are clear.
Before the conversation could continue Ditch was ordering Graffiti and Wraith to stand down, but this wasn't going to fly. So Ditch took the initiative and kicked Graffiti's paintball gun out of her hands, which wound up at her side due to her shoulder strap but Graffiti was still shocked at how fast the small blonde girl moved, no idea of her powers but those reflexes seemed almost superhuman.
you bitc.....
And before she had time to react, Ditch had already put walker through the wall after a breif struggle between him and Wraith. Then Ditch pushed Walker in the wall with Ecto still inside him....
NOOOO, you fucking idiots, Ecto is still possessing him! What the hell are you thinking!? so set on 'saving' him you risk the life of one of us? How dare you call yourself a vigilante! Corrupt faceless bitch!
Graffiti was now shouting at a brick wall as Ditch and Walker/Ecto had already gone through it, with the background noise of Omega and Black Rose calling her and wraith murderers. Graffiti was now in a rage.
I'm no goddamn murderer...I just wanted to break his bones, make him suffer for what he did, don't be dramatic. But Ditch, your fearless leader, has endangered Ecto and you stand against me? Omega I'm dissapointed in you, you're not a blind follower, don't tell me you can't see all the holes in this Ditch-lead approach. We didn't join up to 'warn' super-villians of impending danger, you aint no fucking message boy. I have no direct quarrel with you, but stay out of my goddamn way.
She then darted past him toward the front doors where Black Rose had followed Ditch and Walker into the building, there was still no sign of Ecto, all she saw was Black Rose making another case to be soft on Wall Walker and 'to let him go'. This was all Graffiti needed to hear to confirm her original prejudices.
She turned towards Black Rose, with the air pressure whipping around her like a tiny windstorm, she didn't even re-aim her paint ball gun, her fists were clenched hard at her side. Her voice became low and brooding, distorted by the air flux in her personal space.
I'm not suprised at all, you're just a fake, following Ditch in whatever she tells you to do, and then the only time you challenge her is to protect a criminal, well thats fine with me, I know where you stand............now lets see if you can copy super speed.
Using the combined power of her Airburst to launch her body and along a perfect slipstream, Graffiti darted towards Black Rose like a blur, faster than even an olympic level human athlete to react to. And threw a heavy haymaker punch straight at the young lady's jaw sometime after she planted the gadget on the wall to keep anyone else out of it.
We're in a fight now, Wraith, keep Raven Tale and Omega off my back if they try and get involved, this is between me and the 'Pretender' Black Rose. | Name: Valencia Matthews
Quote: One day, I'm sure I'll wake up from this and laugh.
Alias: Graffiti
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Foster Parents: Joe and Kyra Matthews.
Occupation: Former Police Scientist Recruit.
Appearance:
Valencia as 'Graffiti'
The hoodie worn in this costume has a special dye that reacts to the light, by focusing her powers she can either have the colours settle and go thick and dark to blend in with the shadows or she she can excite the chemicals to glow neon. Underneath the hoodie is a stab proofvest. She usually also wears a rucksack which holds extra spray paint and various other items.
Before receiving her powers, Valencia would typically wear skater wear on the weekends or hiking gear on holidays. But while in the recruitment process for the Police Science division she would always dress smart in shirts and dress pants for work, although she hated how boring the attire was, She would always wear a CitySick brand streetwear t-shirt underneath her white dress shirt as to feel a bit more normal in such an enviroment. Since her job has ended she regularly wears flanel shirts and shorts when out and about.
Valencia is 5'4 and 112 pounds.
Superpower:
Ironically, Graffiti's powers have nothing to do with paint. Her actual only superpower is to control air pressure in a short space around her. On its own the power is fairly weak, she can only use it against enemies when in closequarters which is dangerous, and the air pressure manipulation is only strong enough to knock a few grown men off their feet with air burst up close. She can also make breathing for others difficult or impossible by manipulating the air pressure in their lungs, but this can only be done up-close and personal. She can make her close combat moves slightly more effective by increasing velocity of the air of where shes attacking and also use air bursts to 'air dash' quickly in directions to evade attacks or run faster in her own personal slipstream, though this takes massive concentration.
Equipment
Graffiti becomes an effective vigilante when she combines her power with her equipment, her 'spray paint' is actually made up of chemicals she stole from the police science department before she was fired. He chemical knowledge has allowed her to make weaponised or gadgetised paint.
The blue spray paint is a strong tear gas which is used to disorentate opponents.
The yellow spray paint is a sleeping gas which can knock out weak opponents, or make stronger ones, drowsy and slow
The orange spray paint is an extremely high pressure propellent gas, with combined with Graffiti's powers she can use as 'Jetpack Cans' to take off and fly for a limited amount of time as long as the can has the gas. (two full cans can keep her flying for about 20 mins)
The Green spray paint is an acid, that when focused can burn through solid structures over a span of time. for something like a brick wall she would have to use the entire can and wait a few minuites for the acid to eat through. This is mainly used as in infiltration tool.
On top of these cans she carries the 'paintball gun' (pictured) which fires paint balls filled with a super powerful adhesive glue. The velocity of these shots is not actually dictated by the very weak paintball gun (made to look like a submachine gun for intimidation) but by Graffiti's own air pressure powers which she can use to alter the power and speed of each shot mentally.
Abilities and Skills:
Outisde of her powers, Valencia is very good shape due to her athletic and active lifestyle and physical training in the police. She is trained in the use of basic firearms although she only really ever uses her paintball gun. Has very in depth understanding of chemicals and radical science. She is also extremely streetwise and can hold her own in a fight although she has never formally trained in any martial arts outside of a crash combat course in the police.
Biography:
Valencia was left on the doorstep of a foster parents agency at the age of 1, in Millennium City. Her mother, who was 17 at the time was an illegal immigrant from Italy who was escaping an abusive much older boyfriend who she fell pregnant by. She left a note on the doorstep simply saying: 'Please look after my Valencia, I am too young to care for her'.
The baby was then taken into the care system and placed with the Matthews' a young but strict catholic couple living in a lower middle-class area of the city. She was raised with care but not love, her parents never saw her as their own and she rejected the catholic girls school she sent them to. Which lead her to become somewhat rebellious. She then embraced the 'Skater/Graffiti' lifestyle and began skipping school around the age of 17. She also started dating the local burnout slacker Mark Kruger. Mark was a drug addict mainly known for sniffing substances and wasting the entire day smoking pot and dodging college. He dragged Valencia into his loser lifestyle and her grades suffered. She was very much in love with him until he began stealing from her to fund his drug habit at which point she got her life together and promptly left him. She then became passionate about chemistry as to further understand his substance addiction. She then decided to take up a career in police science.
At the age of 23 on her first week on the force. She got a call from her Ex boyfriend Mark who told her he was off drugs now and doing a law degree. He wanted to meet her to congratulate her getting a new job and apologize for his behavior as a teen. Although she was very shocked to hear from him she was happy that he seemed to have turned his life around, so she agreed to meet him after work outside the lab.
Unfortunately, Mark was lying about everything he not only hadn't quit drugs he was now a dealer and dangerous criminal. He knew that the precinct held many chemicals and contraband drugs that Valencia's keycard could get him into. So upon their 'date' Mark and several gang members attack Valencia and forced her to let them into the chemical lab with her. Holding her as a hostage while the subdued the nightwatch guard and began to ransack the place. In the frenzy of the robbery Mark knocked over a shelf of dangerous chemicals which caused a powerful explosion which killed everyone in the room except Valencia who was breathing irregularly surrounded by a strong gale of wind even though they were indoors.
After the incident, Valencia was cleared of any involvement but left the police due to trauma of the event. She would then return to the skater lifestyle focusing on artwork and started working at a spraypaint store, but she couldnt find peace of mind, she was still angry with Mark and his criminal behaviour so she began a secret life as vigilante, using her newfound air pressure abilities to take on criminals (specifically chemical drug pushers) as a character of her former life, the mysterious Graffiti!
Theme Song:
Relationships:
Ditch: Fairly Negative
Due to Valencia's large ego, and defiant personality, shes never going to take to an authority figure well on a social level. Graffiti operates her Vigilante career as her own boss and prefers it that way. She is also a little unnerved at determined Ditch is to take down the new criminal threat. Most vigilantes are motivated by fame, anger or money, but Ditch is different. Graffiti doesnt quite know what to expect.
Levi ' Sir Zappy' Lynn:Very Negative
Graffiti fears Levi, and feels his powers aren't in check. He has one of the most powerful abilities and seems to emotionally cold to be a force for good. After their confrontation she feels she has a lot to prove as a vigilante with a somewhat weaker power and will now act irrationally all for the sake of 'not backing down'
RavenTale:Indifferent
Graffiti doesn't trust most vigilantes and RavenTale is no exception, she hasnt made her mind up about the summoner yet, but finds 'magical' superpowers very creepy. She blames her Catholic upbringing for that paranoia.
Omega:Slightly Positive
Omega was one of the very first Vigilantes that Graffiti heard about when she was still in the police. His good deeds are well documented and even the news media are fairly easy on him, especially compared to other supers in the city. She still finds him too mysterious but is generally convinced he's a genuine heroic figure.
Turn Back:Indifferent
A pretty boy with an interesting super power. Graffiti hasn't mad any attempt to get to know this man yet and hasn't come to any conclusions about him yet.
Wraith:Slightly Positive
For some reason, a lot of the criminals who Graffiti fights have also encountered Wraith so she knows the young woman is picking the right targets. Nothing about Wraiths personality bothers Graffiti in anyway and she seems to just be motivated by a general duty to fight crime, which Graffiti can only respect.
Reaper:indifferent
Much like Turn Back, Graffiti knows next to nothing about this lady apart from random blog posts and the odd news cover. She acknowledges that she is one of the more dangerous individuals in the group and is in no hurry to get on her bad side.
Ecto:Positive
Graffiti isn't sure why, but she finds Ecto very easy to get on with and is also fascinated by his powers as she has always had a small obsession with ghost lore. She would never admit it, but she trusts Ecto because she wants to trust him. He's a down to earth guy who just so happen's to be a hero. Which is what Valencia feels that a vigilante should be.
Tank:Fairly Positive
Graffiti has worked with Tank in the past before and is generally convinced he is a good man if not a little reckless. She is also very much convinced by his powers working well in battle after seeing him take down a whole criminal conspiracy in one evening. Within the group Tank seems the most cautious about jumping into a 'super team' head first and that mirrors Graffiti's own reservations. She may like Ecto more as a person, but she trusts Tank the most out of everyone.
Black Rose:Fairly Negative
She trusts Black Rose about as far as she could airburst her. Graffiti doesn't acknowledge her abilites as 'super' so she has instantly made her mind up that she is a pretender, a pretty outsider who wants to play hero. It also doesn't help that she's seen no media coverage on Black Rose which makes Graffiti wonder if she even fights crime at all, or has just decided to start now that a group has been put together. The rest of the team seem to be happy to trust Ditch's judgement on picking heroes. But she doesn't trust Ditch anymore than Black Rose.....
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,446 | 1,193 | 138 | 1,284 | 117 | Turn Back
Turn Back sighed as things seemed to be settling down, grabbing his staff back up as he stood. He was a little upset that he'd ripped open his hoodie for no reason as Reaper apparently had a first aid kit for some reason. He sighed and shrugged the ruined garment back on, no sense in the fabric going to waste. It was then that he heard the commotion coming their way and felt his brain slow down a bit, as if he were fatigued.
Turn Back gripped his staff tighter as the group of four minions came into view. Reaper provided a distraction, which worked sufficiently well for distracting himself as well, as he grabbed a couple bills out of the air. Levi sprang into action and Turn Back prepared to do the same before he saw Tank's fist aiming for him out of the corner of his eye. He took the hit with a purple flash, yelling his thanks to the large man before stepping forward and digging in his pockets. He pulled out half a dozen small metal nuts, the type you fasten screws with, and smiled. Each of them suddenly began glowing with purple energy, containing a portion of the power Tank had lent him. Turn Back saved some of that before for himself as well, but threw the six bolts ahead of him, aiming at the cluster of villains. | Name: Jason Grave
Quote: "Pain is temporary. Victory is eternal."
Alias: Turn Back or TB
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Mother (Deceased), Father
Occupation: Office assistant
Appearance: Tall and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.
Jason wears business-type button-up shirts and nice ties for his day job, however once the sun sets it's a very different story. Jason changes from a 'mild-mannered' office person to a darkly-dressed vigilante. He wears a tight black shirt and loose-fit dark jeans. He wears a black glove on his right hand, and has steel-toed boots.
Method of Operation: Jason tends to leap into the middle of a fray, getting into fights with criminals at the drop of a hat. He often allows himself to be hit several times near the beginning of a fight, both to lull his opponents into a sense of security, and to build up his own power. Once he starts to fight back, he uses a folding staff to gather momentum, going for the head, the gut, the knees, any weak point he thinks he can exploit.
Superpower: Kinetic absorbtion and redistribution.
Jason has the ability to absorb and redirect and kinetic energy that he is aware of coming into contact with him. This manifests ina few different ways, as listed below.
Enhanced Stamina
By reabsorbing the energy expended while walking or running, Jason can go much further than the normal person without needing to stop for rest. This is not indefinite however, as some energy is lost with each step.
Limited Invulnerability
So long as Jason is aware of physical attacks made against him, he can absorb the energy of the blow without it harming him. This includes bullets.
Energy Storage/Redirection
Jason can store any kinetic energy absorbed within his body or any object he touches as excess potential energy, to be used as extra force. For example, if he is hit by someone, he can store the energy of that hit into his staff to hit them back with the strength of the staff, and the force they had originally hit him with.
Weaknesses
The energy conversion used by Jason is unstable, making any stored energy equally unstable. If he stores the energy for too long, it will begin to entropy, with explosively catastrophic results. This weakness enhances in both speed and power the more energy is absorbed. For example, the force of an apple hitting his head could lie dormant for weeks or months before detonating, but the power of a train could only be held for a few minutes. In addition to this, Jason is not immune to damage taken from unknown sources, he must be aware of an enemy in order to use his powers to defend himself.
Skills: Jason has learned how to fight, though not in any particular style. More the 'jump and run' tactics young gang members often use on the streets, with the major exception being: Jason doesn't run.
Jason has an above-average understanding of technology, and can familiarize himself with a new computer quite quickly.
Jason is a mediocre baseball player.
Equipment: Folding staff, tucked into a back pocket. Cell phone. Steel-toed boots. A handful of metal nuts
Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, enagaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.
Enemies, on the other hand, see a completely reversed Jason. They see someone who will sit and take a beating, any punishment they can dole out while laughing in their face. Criminals know fear as Turn Back begins to taunt them as he gets up and uses the force of their own blows to beat them senseless. Those who seek to do him harm see a cold, hard face with an icy stare before a booted sole darkens their vision, sometimes for the last time.
Biography: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.
Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.
Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.
Theme Song: TBD
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,447 | 1,193 | 139 | 469 | 141 | Scarlet Shifter
Money was flung at Umbra’s small army, though none seemed too keen on collecting it. If anything, they looked confused momentarily, but it didn’t stop any of them for long.
“Hey!” One of them shouted, a male voice, as Scarlet was shoved into Tank’s arms, but he ran off quick - bursting into a wall causing the house to moan it’s protests. A grin rose on Rebel’s face as iron slowly coated her body. “Would you look at that.. My old pal.” She hissed, running straight out after Tank. Her heavy steps made dents in the concrete ground which proved to boost her step, making her quite fast. She slid in front of Tank to stop him in his tracks, the sidewalk ripping up in her wake. “Where ya going, buddy? That’s my prize you’re running off with.”
Flare was caught slightly off guard by Levi’s incredibly fast attacks (maybe a little bit by the money.. He was tempted, alright?) and let out a sharp cry as Levi’s kurikis slashed at the super’s back. Though he stumbled momentarily, there was no way he was being defeated that fast, and he quickly recovered, turning to face Levi as he saw the kurikis being thrown his way, and expertly jumped out of the way. Though not as strong as his companion, the super seemed to be able to make up for it in speed, just like Levi. He took a deep breath and let out a roar, fire exploding from his mouth and being sprayed in the direction of both Levi and TB - the bolts that had been thrown rendered useless in the incredibly strong fire that Flare was creating.
The buff, blonde male had stepped up to Zoey, not at all intimidated by her sharp shadow claws. His eyes turned a bright red as a beam emitted from them, straight in the direction of Zoey. There was no doubt these had to be lethal.
Wall Walker
OOC Note: Small post just to explain what Manny’s attack did.
Ditch and Walker wrestled on the ground, the both of them trying to assert their dominance, but clearly Walker was much much bigger then Ditch, no matter how well trained she was.
They were tangled up, each one attempting to hit the other, but it looked almost like a toddler squabble at this point.
"let him go! We warned him, it's done! We need to help him get away from the murderers!"
Rose was tugging on Ditch, but when she turned to look at her teammate, Walker took the chance to land a heavy punch to the woman’s gut. Ditch crumpled in front of Walker, letting out a pained gasp. The robber looked up to see Manny preparing an attack - and used Ditch as a shield. That didn’t work too well in either of their favors though, because the both of them were pushed back, though Ditch took the majority of the damage. Walker, majorly unharmed, shoved the vigilante off of him and ran once more in the opposite direction of the wall he'd come from. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,448 | 1,193 | 140 | 1,465 | 1,197 | She cringed a bit as Walker punched Ditch - well, that wasn't what she intended, but it wasn't that surprising that the man wanted to get the hell out of Dodge. Another surprise came when her head whipped around and saw Omega preparing his gravity blast, allowing Rose just enough time to sidestep it entirely, only to watch the pair go flying. Again, she was sorry Ditch had taken the beating, but with that speed, she knew the hacker would be fine if a little bruised. The point was, Walker was getting away from the psychos.
Speaking of which, she looked again as she heard Graffiti suddenly addressed her, giving her an odd look of confusion. "I'm not surprised at all, you're just a fake, following Ditch in whatever she tells you to do, and then the only time you challenge her is to protect a criminal, well that's fine with me, I know where you stand............now lets see if you can copy super speed." The speech was fine until Graffiti mentioned.. super speed? Was.. she being serious? The woman's arrogance apparently knew no bounds.
That's when she started to gather her powers around her. The thing that Graffiti seemed to misunderstand was, not only could Rose read her powers in such a way as to understand what was being done, but she could read her body language perfectly. First mistake. Then the woman launched herself with such speed and fury that normally it would've taken actual superhuman speed to move out of the way. Second mistake. Lastly, for a reason that was far beyond Rose's understanding, Graffiti decided to talk while launching an attack? Third mistake.
Within fractions of a second, her mind processed the body language of Graffiti's attack and what it was being used for, giving her time to move out of the way the very moment she started charging. Normally one could change their course, but Graffiti had gained so much momentum it was like asking Tank to stop on a dime, giving Rose the chance to duck down. She activated her boot's electrodes and spun her body weight to literally trip Graffiti over her shin. The ex-cop was splitting her focus so much between attacking and giving out orders, that it would take inhuman reactions to not trip. The result: Graffiti was falling face down towards the floor with a rather large surge of electricity sparking her nervous system - like being tasered.
Rose was sure she'd get back up, but with minimum effort she had used Graffiti's own slip stream to ram her face into the concrete and give her a rather nasty shock. The fight was already in Rose's favor, though she had jumped back, preparing to continue - still entirely confused why Graffiti was so intent on attacking her. | "Even a rose has it's thorns."
I N F O R M A T I O N
Alias: The Black Rose
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Family: Mother; Jasmine Faye (Deceased), Father; Richard Faye (Deceased), Half-Brother; Jason Faye (Estranged), Half-Sister; Jessica Faye (Estranged)
Occupation: Former Librarian Assistant
Appearance: During her causal wear, she tends to dress with a cross between functional and very feminine, often wearing shorter skirts with leggings and loose-fitting shirts. She also tends to favor black fingerless gloves, regardless if she's in her outfit or not, also pairing a unique look with a pair of boots (though they are often tied tighter than most styles). While at night patrolling the streets, she dresses in a black outfit and speaks volumes about freedom of movement compared to anything that might deemed protective. Most notably it includes a longer jacket as well as a cowl to keep her face mostly hidden, which is tied in a specific way to keep it from falling backwards. (Picture: but imagine replacing all the belts with actual cloth/leather)
P O W E R S
Method of Operation: Melrose is fairly well known as a vigilante, striking mostly during the night hours, with a hidden identity, and less than lawful methods. Still, she is known to be one of the more morally-focused ones, avoiding any deaths whenever possible. Her range of duties, as it were, essentially range from anything that catches her eye - from simply store robberies to challenging entire gangs and even some of the more organized crime. Because of this, so is less welcomed in the criminal underworld and has earned the nickname, "The Black Rose," something to signify her femininity but also the fear and hatred they have for her - some even call her "The Black Widow" out of anger. Otherwise she is known more so for her close-combat style and seemingly inability to be hit or captured, even when an entire gang is loaded with automatic weapons - not to say she always wins.
Superpower:
Adaptable Prediction & Intuitive Aptitude
Melrose's powers are specifically geared towards combat and skill oriented situations. Unlike many others, her abilities seem less fantastical, unable to conjure or manipulate elements, teleport, throw cars, or communicate with technology. Instead she has a particular set that allows her to:
• Interpret and predict enemy attacks and react to the incoming attack, brush off or avoid the incoming attacks even from dead angles.
• Instantly learn and understand the complexity and exactness of organisms, objects, subjects, fields, powers, etc. The normal requirements for this is either her direct interaction with said object, etc. or a more detailed description of the area.
• Retain most learned information very well - though not perfectly. Still, it only takes a moment to relearn something she may have forgotten.
• Have peak stamina & strength (for a woman), her body's way of compensating for her learning ability, giving her the chance to use any and all of her skills. This never diminishes.
Weaknesses are despite her ability to predict, she can still find herself in situations where she is outnumbered and outgunned, forcing her to retreat. She also can't react to something that is much faster than her (namely super speeds or highly enhanced speed). Otherwise, while she can instantly learn skills and movements from just seeing them, she cannot copy supernatural powers, only gleam information from them. Not to mention, she has no supernatural offensive or defensive capabilities herself.
Skills:
• Master Martial Artist. Knows various styles, letting her mix-match her attacks into her own unique style - usually focused on avoidance until she can make quick, powerful blows.
• Other Martial Skills, including: Blades, Bows, Throwing Knives, Handguns, Automatic Weapons, & Shotguns.
• Lockpicking.
• Expert Acrobatics & Free-running.
• Stealth Techniques
• Hacking
• Other Skills non-relating to her night "outings."
Equipment: Her equipment is mostly her outfit, lockpicks for physical locks (no keypads or such), throwing knives, and a pair of daggers.
P E R S O N A
Personality: Melrose is an interesting sort. It isn't often that you find a vigilante that is willing to bloody her hands and still be a complete nerd when it comes to fantasy and sci-fi stories, though it might be more accurate to say she is a believer of heroics than just a normal fangirl. So it's no surprise that she is a natural introvert and tends to keep to herself more often than not during large gatherings, yet she had developed enough social skills and initiative to approach others - sometimes. Melrose can still be very shy during certain situations, especially if it's around another woman she happens to have a crush on, but in spite of this quality she is still a very determined, driven individual. However her ability to learn anything can (and has) often come across to others as arrogance, when in reality, she is simply stating or relating facts - or at least that's her intention.
To some, it might be a surprise when they find out how confident she truly can be, especially in the face of danger. Of course her powers assist with this, but even with them, most people tend to see her more or less among those who are normal humans - though with a genius-level intellect (despite that she is not). Coupling with this is a unique mixture of naive idealism and absolute resolve, giving way to a woman that will do practically anything to help her city.
The other part of her personality, in more causal settings, is one of a friendly if a bit quiet woman. She tends to enjoy more relaxing activities such as reading books, watching movies, discussions, and video gaming. She is also a romantic at heart and even though she is generally unhopeful of the future, she still keeps her eyes out for the woman that she might call her own.
Biography: Born to the higher-end neighborhoods of Millennium City, she had known a financially secure childhood with plenty of books and games to spare. However her childhood was a lonely one, with her mother having passed at childbirth and her father being away on business almost all of the time. Instead she was raised by several nannys, none of which stayed long enough to form an actual true bond, which resulted in feelings of abandonment. It did not help that she didn't get along with most other children, mostly because she would cry too much.
Drawing upon her teenage years, she was both instantly aware and confused by her own self. Most of the girls were giggling and flirting with boys and while most of them pitied her for not getting many admirers, she felt it was a blessing. Nothing about the boys interested her, but she found some confusion that the girls did. Thankfully, she had always been the intelligent type and caught on quickly - she was lesbian. Unlike most in her situation, due to her unpopularity, she wasn't harassed much for being that way. Of course it also resulted in even deeper feelings of loneliness and depression, but she pushed on regardless, alone.
When she finally made it to the college stage of her life, her father paid for the entirety of it without a second thought, and without a care for what she wanted to do. Having grown up around books and games, she felt most comfortable in a library - surrounded by lore of all types. So she decided to try and get a Master's in Librarian Science. Meanwhile, to starve the boredum away (since she had all the money), she took a position at the college library as an assistant and being practical, made sure it could pay for her apartment and bills. As fate would have it, it wasn't four months after her position that she came to find out that her father had died during a gun fight... with the police. It quickly came to light that he was a criminal lord and had fought to his last breathe. Unsurprisingly, Melrose felt little of his passing, since he had practically become a stranger to her. However her anger towards his chosen lifestyle lead her to the delay of his will, refusing the money left behind, calling it 'dirty and bloody.'
Her powers later manifested themselves as she was upgrading her computer - of all things. It did so quietly and without fuss, as she was installing another stick of RAM, she found herself toggling switches on the motherboard, booting up BIOs and overclocking her desktop without so much as a single mistake. Afterwards, she could only sit there, staring at the screen before finally asking herself, "how the hell did I just do that?" This continued on for another week, as she picked up skill after skill of varying degrees, from cooking, cleaning, fixing her door, and even stopping to explain to a stock broker advanced techniques of the market holdings. Before she knew it, she was looking down at the face of fate.
All her life she had been awed and wooed by the heroics weaved by fantasy tales and there was something deep inside her that wished she could've been born with powers, with the ability to walk the streets and help those in tough situations, to at the very least bring down the crime rate so families felt safe. Finally, she had that opportunity. Not only a month after she had turned her father's will away, she was back asking for the money again, knowing she would need it if she was going to focus on this task - or at the very least, feeling it was needed to redeem where the money had come from. The rest, learning of her predicting, and stamina, and strength, simply came to her over time as she was forced into dangerous scenarios. It's been a year now and she's known as The Black Rose.
Theme Song: Heal My Wounds
Relationships:
Ditch: Mostly Positive
Rose is impressed by the woman. Regardless if she has powers, it's obvious she doesn't use them very often, which has essentially made her a 'normal' that risked her neck to recruit other supers to work as a team. She might not know much besides her name, but she enjoys her company. Still, she has some doubts Ditch thinks anything special of her, making her slight crush basically pointless - who knows how long it'll last.
Levi 'ElectroBoy' Lynn: Slightly Negative
Rose just sees Levi as a teenager still, despite his age, though one that's had a tough break in life. Still, it's not an excuse for violence and throwing fits. Melrose can't fault him too much though, since he hasn't actual hurt anyone physically when he can do a lot of damage. He's just hurt and taking it out on others.
RavenTale: Slightly Positive
Melrose admires her for not only being blind and independent, but deciding to do more than just ride horses - actually going out and helping people. Still, her hesitation at the first meeting put her slightly off. Maybe Raven just needs to trust a bit more, but at the same time, you're always putting the ones you love at risk doing this work.
Omega: Slightly Positive
Again, she admires why he's doing this and he seems like a decent man. However no matter how much you see online about someone, it still doesn't speak about who a person is - their character. She still needs to see more.
Turn Back: Indifferent
While emphatic to his blight, like Omega, she doesn't actually know the man or who he is.
Wraith: Negative
Most of what Rose finds negative in Wraith in her operations. Her apparent disregard of human life appalls her and while she isn't always one to speak up, she really wants nothing to do with the teenager. Rose is sorry that her parent were murdered, but that isn't any excuse.
Reaper: Slightly Positive
Without knowing much else than information found, which implies the Zoey isn't greedy so much as she's unaware, Rose can't say much about her character. After the news release of her restoring the apartments to an affordable price has given her hope.
Ecto: Indifferent
A bit unsure of this one. He was essentially a nerd - which she does enjoy - but he also doesn't seem to have done anything specific in his time as a vigilante, bringing her to the conclusion that she'll just wait and see.
Tank: Mostly Positive
Despite his past efforts of being a little rough on criminals, Rose doesn't feel she can judge that particular choice. She gets the feels from both the meeting and the reports online that he means good - he's just a bit rough - she's been a bit rough herself in some cases. As it stands, she gets a rather positive feelings from the big guy. Especially after their little 'run in.'
Graffiti: Mostly Negative
While it was indifferent before, her opinion has quickly and drastically gotten worse. Really, it's all from one comment on trying to judge Rose and her powers without knowing a damn thing about her. She finds this false arrogance to be one of the most annoying things in the world. The funny thing is, Graffiti seems not so confident about her own powers, but Rose knows better.
Extra: Besides still being a nerd with heroic ideals, I feel it's important to point out that pretty much no one knows that her being 'smart' IS one of her powers.
"We're not normal." -Unknown |
43,449 | 1,193 | 141 | 1,331 | 353 | Wraith
You stupid, self-righteous little bitch. Wraith had allowed herself to get so distracted that Walker managed to pull away without her noticing. She turned to launch a punch at him, but before she could, his fist connected directly with the bridge of her nose. She could swear that she'd felt something crack.
The guy could throw a punch, she'd give him that. Wraith clutched her nose and staggered back, stunned. I think it might be broken. Dammit! she'd zoned out for a few moments, and didn't notice that the wall had been electrocuted as she tried phase through it. She instantly felt as though she'd been hit by a truck, completely blacking out for a few moments and waking up with her head on the floor, staring up at Raven, who seemed like she was ready to fight her. I'm not the bad guy here!
She wasn't sure where Graffiti had went, but she heard the woman yell at her to hold off Raven and Omega. She looked at Raven for a few moments. She seemed angry - disgusted might have been a better word for it actually. Some people didn't have the stomach for getting rid of problems, she supposed. Wraith stood shakily up, clutching her nose. She wasn't exactly fighting fit right now, and she had a feeling that Walker would be long gone anyway. This whole thing was a mess. She'd been impatient, and now the criminal had escaped because of her childish tantrum.
Wraith sighed and raised her hands in surrender. "As much as I hate that he got away, I'm not gonna fight you, Raven." she said, looking at their faces to try and gauge their reactions to her speech. "I don't fight the good guys. It's against my principles, you know? Not that I'm in a state to take on a super right now anyway." she fully expected there to be consequences - wouldn't be surprising if they decided to turn her in or something, but she had no intention of going against her own morals. That was the only reason she could consider herself better than a murderer. Not that the rest of them agreed.
Wraith raised her voice, yelling to Graffiti. "Sorry Graffiti, but you're on your own here. There's no way I'm fighting people who're trying to do the right thing, even if they are a bunch of soft-hearted idiots." she looked at Raven again. "Whether they want to fight me is up to them, though." | Name: Kara Banks
Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.
During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.
When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.
Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.
If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.
Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.
Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.
Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.
Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.
Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.
In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.
She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.
Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.
For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.
After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.
Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound
Relationships: Not discussed
Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal. |
43,450 | 1,193 | 142 | 311 | 56 | This is EXACTLY what Ecto tried to avoid.
Things were heating up within the group and he felt something needed to be done fast. He really didn't want to take any sides, this was never the plan.
He agreed that they shouldn't just stroke Wall Walker's hair, give him sugar cubes and send him on his way. He IS a bank robber, after all. And maybe... he felt like if Captain Powerhouse couldn't catch him, and he could, he would feel something... pride, satisfaction. He also kinda liked Graffiti, and didn't want to disappoint her.
But... murdering Walker in cold blood? That is insanely dark, stealing money does not deserve death. NOTHING should. A little pain? Maybe... but NOT death.
Getting into Walker's body seemed like the best idea at the time, since it was to harmlessly bind him in his place, and would also protect both of them from any trigger-happy ideas, thus, taking the middle ground. This way, they would have time to sort things out. At least, that's what Ecto thought...
He was shocked to see that Wraith didn't really think the same, and effortlessly pushed her hand right through Walker's ribcage. It was a sudden, cold sensation, her fingers, like icicles forming around his heart.
"Wraith, don't -" - then hell broke loose.
When Ditch kicked Graffiti's paintball gun out of her hands, Walker suddenly slipped from Ecto's grasp, like a smooth, silk blanket being pulled from you. Leaving Ecto where he stood, he suddenly turned around, and bashed Wraith in the face with incredible force. The girl staggered, her hand still in Ecto's body. "... keeping my hand insubstantial like this is an effort. As soon as I stop, well, that's when accidents become necessary, I'm afraid." - the words echoed in his head.
Oh no.
His side exploded with excruciating pain as Wraith's hand left him. To the outside world, it was quiet and mostly unnoticeable, like a gust of wind during spring, but for Ecto, it was agony incarnate. He fell to the ground, a thick liquid substance seeping from his side. Ectoplasm...?
When he managed to look up, the others were focused on following Walker, who had apparently taken Ditch with him in a tussle. Everyone rushed into the building after them: Omega, Raven Tale, Black Rose, Wraith... Even Graffiti. Did really no one notice him getting injured? Or they just didn't care...? He tried to center himself with all his strength, clenching his teeth.
"Sure... don't mind... me, just... bleeding to death. No biggie..." | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,451 | 1,193 | 143 | 195 | 102 | Son of a bitch!
Walker had gone with the ol’ Human Shield move and had Ditch take the bulk of the blast. Luckily, it wasn't meant to do much damage - more of a hard push than anything - but after that blow Ditch took to the gut, she had to be feeling it.
Meanwhile, Graffiti had really just said ‘fuck everything’ and decided to actually attack Rose. Omega had seen Black Rose fight before and he knew Graffiti was about to get shown something. He wasn't really sure how all of this would affect her position on the team, but he also didn't have time to worry about that now.
We're in a fight now, Wraith, keep Raven Tale and Omega off my back if they try and get involved, this is between me and the 'Pretender' Black Rose.
His eyes quickly darted back to where Raven was standing. Now that he knew she was Aurora, he was going to make doubly sure that Wraith didn't shove her hand into Raven’s chest, too. Her creepy bride demon was back out and she stood ready for a fight. However, Wraith seemed to have come to her senses.
I guess after getting her clock cleaned, she's decided on a different approach. Looks like all the crazy is on Sk8r Gurl.
He turned his attention back to the fleeing Wall Walker as Graffiti ate the floor a few feet next to him. He looked back at Ditch once more, needing to make yet another split-second decision: see if Ditch was alright or go after Walker. He really didn't want to leave Ditch hanging, but it was her objective to get to Walker in the first place. Walker needed to know that, despite the chaos, they were on his side. If this guy could cause this much damage to the team on his own, Omega didn't even want to imagine what he could do with Umbra’s little army backing him. With an audible, aggravated groan, Omega took off after Walker and was apparently accompanied by Raven Tale’s Grim. He sprinted through the empty office building, dodging pillars and cubicles, and kept his eyes on the Grim, not wanting to lose Walker’s trail. Then, Omega spotted him just as he was nearing the outer wall.
“Not this time!”
Omega formed a small purple-black orb of zero-point gravity and fast-balled it toward Walker. It stopped several feet behind him and Omega skidded to a halt. Then, the orb immediately began attracting everything within close proximity to itself, sending office chairs and loose particles flying through the air to collect at the central point of the orb. He caught the Grim as it flew past, not wanting it to get sucked in as well. He hoped this would catch Walker in time to prevent him from going back outside. | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,452 | 1,193 | 144 | 468 | 617 | Aurora waisted no time in taking a fighting stance when she heard Graffiti ask Wraith to attack her. Her cane of ebony gripped in her right hand, her book in her left. She's trained for battle, no use as a vigilant if she couldn't defend herself. Her wraith looming behind her, a steady breath escaping her lungs. The woman began to smile when she heard Wraith's reaction to the command.
"As much as I hate that he got away, I'm not gonna fight you, Raven."
Standing neutral once more, she simply nodded her head. "Tis not a night for blood to spill upon the city streets, nor will it be the next." About to follow after Omega, the Grim was leading him in the right direction but another hand could not help. Taking her first step down the hall she froze. A small gust of wind escaping through the doors, her Wraith calling her.
Raven's Wraith was looming over the crumpled form of Ecto. Looking at him with interest as she tilted her head. The male was injured, bleeding to the steps below. And so, with a haunting melody, she screeched a long, lone note. It did not take even three breaths before Raven herself left the building. Worry hidden under the gaping holes of her mask. "Ecto..."
She could smell something like iron. Not quite the scant of blood, but the larboard breath and the eerie call from her summon told her enough. Moving through to the Wraith she knelt down, tapping the ground with her hand only to feel something strange, thick liquid. "Hold on, you'll survive."
This was why she stayed away from teaming up. They would be harmed, and she would be left with trying to fix them. Taking off her coat to reveal unnaturally pale arms, skin almost that of a doll's she set it near by. "Your going to have to trust me, I can't help you unless your shifted back to normal."
"Disperse my friend" on command the wraith vanished, her hand running over a page as she uttered the correct words. "May his wings of everlasting fire guide you well, only to help those who fell." The sound of wing beats greeting her ears, the form of a phoenix with wispy black flames took form behind her. Please have this work, she could already feel the strain of keeping such a weak connection. Still, she greeted the bird with a nod, a smile on her features. "Hello my friend, I need your help for another." | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,453 | 1,193 | 145 | 1,307 | 33 | Alice and Co
Alice is giddy, here is her target and a group of supers to play with. "This is gonna be fun," she thinks happily and then all of a sudden shit gets weird. "BRIBERY!" and money is yelled into the air, Shifter is handed off to a large man who immediately punches another guy in the face and bolts, and Rebel gets all gung ho and chases him. "Hey! You are supposed to be my....ah what the hell she is gone." Alice calls to Rebel, trailing off as she realizes how pointless it is to try.
She looks about, thinking quick. On the one hand, there is a full group of Supers to play with; but sadly, they aren't the mission. "Umbra won't be happy if i leave empty handed. Better make my exit." Alice turns her attention to her other two minions, who seem to already be engaging the enemy. "You boys stay and tussle, I need to have a little chat with our friend Rebel. Oh, parting gift before I go, boys...breathe deep!" She pushes a wave of what she called "Hulk" at the boys, hoping to help enrage them enough to fight harder. "What they do with it is up to them," she turns and heads towards the footprints left by Rebel. "Oh well, no one can say i dont know how to give a guy a good time. Now to give a different guy a really bad one" she grins and starts to run.
"Oh sweet freaking Jesus i am not a goddamned track star," Alice thinks to herself as she jogs towards the hulking form of the man who took her prize. She skids to a stop behind the large man and his burden, realizing that Rebel had covered his front. "Where ya going, Buddy? That's my prize you're running off with!" Alice smirks and adds, "Actually, you have my prize there, Big Man. I thinkyou need to be returning it now." She hopes the man will show some sense, wouldn't want to get too caught up in whatever history he has with her minion. "Or do you really wanna see how far down the rabbit hole you can go?" Alice circles the man, grinning. Now she was facing him, she could see how big he was. She was not too keen on fighting such a large opponent but hoped Rebel would do her job and take most of the hits. "Your move, Tough Guy." | Name: Alice Loveland
Quote: "We will destroy Millenium City, and then, when all of the city is ashes, then you have my permission to die." -Alice
Alias: Spore
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Family: Alice grew up in a fairly wealthy family. They had a comfortable life, and anything Alice wanted she received. She always had little feeling for anyone outside the family, and even they were not sure why she was so impartial to the world. All Alice knew is that she didn't really care unless she got something out of it. She would bring friends over simply to see the looks on their faces at her big house and many toys. When asked if she loved her family, she would reply simply, "sometimes." Alice was very fond of her younger brother, and his death was the only one she feels any remorse about. She was very protective of him, he was the only thing that meant anything to her. His accidental death was the only thing she feels any guilt about, and she is determined not to let herself feel for anyone so strongly again.
Occupation: Bartender
Appearance: Alice is decently tall, at 5'8". She is naturally blonde, but is constantly coloring her hair. Currently, she is sticking with red. Her hair is cut short, in an A-line style. She keeps it short in the back, longer in front. Alice is literally COVERED in tattoos. Down her arms, across her chest. Everywhere. She likes wearing Button down shirts with the sleeves rolled up, halfway. Jeans are her preferred pant choice, although when she is "on the job, being a bad guy" she wears leather pants. When she is doing her bad guy thing, she wears dark black leather pants and a White tank top, with a leather motorcycle jacket. (sometimes, its a slinky dress. depends on the job.)
Method of Operation: Alice can fight, but doesn't like to get her hands dirty. She stays in her bar most of the time, preferring to stay out of the action and gathering intel from the shadows. Since she is on the run, she chooses to stay in the seedy Underworld of Umbra's employ instead of being in the spotlight. She mainly uses her powers as a passive effect; only resorting to underhanded tactics if she is caught.
Superpower: Pheromone Manipulation Alice can use her Powers to persuade peoples subconscious, using pheromones. She can make people drowsy or lovesick, and thus unable to fight, or she can enrage someone to the point of action. She can also make people fall in love/lust with her, mostly used out of boredom or as a last defense. She has a range of seven to ten feet, with her powers lessening with distance. Someone who is aware of it and has enough willpower can effectively shrug off the effects. She stays around the bar she owns to keep an information channel for Umbra. The booze helps make it easy to use her powers more effectively.
Skills:Alice can make drinks, and is exceptional at "extracurricular activities" *eyebrow waggle*
Equipment: Alice carries several knives. that's about it
Personality: Alice is normally very introverted, but when she is at work, all bets are off. She is kinda standoffish, she doesn't tolerate bullshit especially at her Bar. Her sense of humor is laced with sexual innuendo and puns. She has a very skewed moral compass, meaning what Alice wants, Alice gets. She looks out for herself only, although she is not fond of being alone. She is very afraid of being by herself, so she surrounds herself with minions and "playthings". Alice is not very good at the whole romance thing, as her powers give her an easy "one night stand" ability. She longs for something long term, but knows that being on the run is a one woman job.
Biography: Alice didn't discover her powers until she was fourteen. She was on vacation with her family, and fell in love with a girl her age. (Her powers were to blame, though she didn't know it.) When her family found out, they were enraged, and her father beat her badly. In a fit of anger Alice yelled at her family to just die, and due to the hormonal surge from the beating, they did. Her family, one by one, jumped from the balcony of the tenth floor. Alice was sent to an institution to treat her after the trauma of her incident, where she developed a fear of being alone. She mastered her abilities and tested her range while institutionalized, and escaped at age 18 by starting a riot. She used the chaos to sneak away, and has been on the run ever since. Alice used the money from her inheritance to buy a small bar and the small apartments on top, which she rents out for extra income. Umbra approached her after a while, asking if she would like to stop running and rule the city with him. He neeeded a show of trust, so for the past ten months Alice has used her bar to gather info about Supers and has aided in the capture of a few.
Theme Song: Bad Girls by M.I.A
Relationships: TBD
Extra: I am NOT NORMAL, ya scum |
43,454 | 1,193 | 146 | 314 | 285 | Turn Back's eyes widened as the blast of flame came towards him, he dove to the ground and covered his head as he heard the nuts explode harmlessly in midair. He looked around, finding his discarded bandanna, grabbing it and a few more bills, and wrapping it back around his face. They had to get out. This had all gone wrong, and they needed to get Scarlett out. "Levi, Reaper!" He cried out, standing up and backing towards the hole in the wall. "Fall back, get to Tank!" It was at that moment that he noticed the laser eyed villain's own shadow leaping up to wrap around his head, barely containing the first concussive blast aimed at Reaper in the vicinity of his face. Turn Back sprinted forward, grabbing Reaper's arm and pulling her away.
He remembered something about Reaper being able to teleport, and so as he pulled her towards Tank he outlined his plan. "We need to get Shifter out of here, and you're our best shot! We can hold them off, you need to take her and go!"
"What, and leave you with Talky and the psychos? I won't even be able to take her that far!"
"You can take her far enough!" Turn Back yelled as he ducked out the hole in the wall. "Hide her somewhere, put her somewhere safe! We'll be fine, me and Tank can take just about anything, and Sparky is crazy enough to be a wildcard! Scarlett is our mission, we need to get her safe or we lose!"
"We lose if any of us get captured too, kumquat!" The darkness manipulator snapped in return, but nonetheless as they approached Tank she merely huffed, "Distract them for a minute." With that said Reaper trusted Turn Back to do what was necessary and slid in front of Tank, reaching for Scarlett even as her blackened eyes darted around to look for escape.
"Change of plans, big guy," Reaper muttered to him, and as soon as he let go of Scarlett both the shifter and Reaper dropped - right into Tank's shadow to disappear.
TB sprinted forward, purple energy flashing around his feet as he sped up, planting his staff behind Tank and leaping into the air, vaulting over Tank's shoulders and landing on the ground, absorbing the energy of his landing and swinging the staff in front of him, charging it with nearly all the remaining energy he had. "Sorry to drop in on you ladies, but it seems my buddy Tank needed someone else for this double date!" He said with a grin, dropping into a defensive stance.
A distance away, just passed the now destroyed building that was once Scarlet Shifter's hideout, Reaper stumbled out of the shadow of another home that she just barely picked the shadow of between the ruined walls. A quick glance around and the vigilante grunted and brought Scarlett into the darkness once more. If she was lucky, she could make a few quick shadow steps to lose the others to hide with her prize in the maze of houses. After all, they didn't know how far she could take another person.
Reaper was still going to kick Turn Back's ass for this later, though. | Name
Zoey KasimirQuote
--Alias
ReaperAge
23Gender
FemaleFamily
Father . Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.Occupation
University student.Appearance
Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.
Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.Method of Operation
Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.
Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.Personality
Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?Superpower
Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.Skills
Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’Biography
As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for university across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.
Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?
Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.Theme Song
Money - Mystery SkullsRelationships
None currently.Extra
We’re not normal, that’s for sure. |
43,455 | 1,193 | 147 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Interacting with: Team Scarlet and Anti Scarlet
Fast, Flare was fast but he did have fire-based powers so thrust was to be expected. His kukris barely missing it's intended target and landing on the wall behind Flare. A gust of fire now flying towards him and Turn Back, unfortunately with the training he's had with Avery who threw lightning frequently at him, fire was at a snails pace very slow in comparison. Levi thought he could handle himself so he used his speed to get to his stationary kukris stuck on the wall and retrieved them. The flame going over Turn Back, it seems like Levi thought he could absorb the fire or move out of the way.
"Levi, Reaper!"
"Fall back, get to Tank!"
Levi didn't like being ordered to do anything, but reluctantly did so. A blur of yellow appearing near the wall he was at, crushed wooden flooring from his initial upthrust towards Tank. He appeared next to Tank and set his eyes on who they were just fighting. Levi only knows bits and pieces from the conversation they were having simply because of the utter concentration he had at the group. From what he got, they wanted Reaper to dip out of Tank's colossal shadow and carry Shifter out to a safe place before joining them again.
Levi then took his peculiar stance because of his kukris, apparently they had to hold out waiting for Reaper to come back, and Levi didn't mind, instead harnessing his energy and channeling his lightning to encircle him and his weapons. He glanced back at Turn Back whom had now assumed a defensive stance, his weapon rippling with a bright purple energy, and Tank who did the same.
Looking forward once more, his eyes begin to glow an even brighter shade of dull yellow, and he began exerting energy from himself and the crackle of his electricity growing more deafening and raucous. Said energy that was distributed throughout his body then began to concentrate on his left arm, after a few seconds, with the majority of electricity now fused onto his left hand he slammed the floor. An arc of brilliant, yet dull, amber-yellow lightning, furiously crackling against the silent stillness. The shot started from Levi and cascaded outwards in a triangular motion towards the other group, fortunately, Tank and Turn Back were besides him. | Name: Avery Quinton
Quote: "Life's short, let's live it!"
Alias: Lightning's Tempo
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Estranged from all her family members
Occupation: Travelling 'Hero'
Appearance:
The most striking feature of Avery are her fiery red hair, and her emerald tinted eyes. She can be called beautiful on occasion but doesn't try to be. Her natural beauty is outstanding, but she never cares much for makeup or fine clothing, instead opting for the messy approach in her attire.
Method of Operation: She prefers to be 'loud' and 'proud', letting the enemy know she's there with her flashy attacks and moves. Even the color of her lightning draws attention. While loud and proud there is a certain grave and finesse in the way she executes her power, being amazingly fluid, yet strong.
Superpower: Same with Levi, but has a certain amount of mastery over it, being able to best Levi in his fights. Because of this she is a sort of 'teacher' to him, but notices his talent for the powers and knows soon that he will surpass him.
Skills: Cooks, Gardens and adores puzzles.
Equipment: ---
Personality: Avery is the opposite of Levi, she is fun, loving and has a certain kind of hope for the human race. She believes that there is inherent goodness in everyone, and tried to find good qualities in even the worst people. However this doesn't fog up her actions and will act necessary if the situation calls for it.
Shee tries and sees the silver lining in situations, being able to make the most drab situation have a positive outcome. She is also extremely charismatic, being able to weave her words in such a way that the people around her will feel astounded, and she can weasel her way out of a confrontation usually with her words.
Sometimes, she will get into a sort of funk, for failing to protect Jaine and Levi from 'them' and will usually ponder hours on end. In this stage she is melancholic and tries to be alone to think about what she could have done. These 'funks' usually last hours, and if anyone was there they could tell the unending sorrow and regret laced on her face for her self-deemed 'failure'. However she usually will have the stupid smile on her face again after a while and remembering Jaine's words.
Biography: Avery discovered her powers at a young age, but chose to hide it from her close friends and family, except for Jaine, Jaine helped her cope with her powers and told her to accept it as part of her, and so she trained it from youth. She was best friends with Jaine, Levi's sister. They basically grew up with one another, and were best of friends. They basically did everything together and were basically inseparable siblings.That is to say until the day Levi disappeared, Jaine was a mess and tried to look everywhere, it was Avery that calmed her down and assured that she would look for Levi with her.
Then Jaine disappeared as well, and that even took days to locate and track both of them. By the time she arrived she saw the aftermath, bodies skewn all over the floor and the smell of blood still ever pungent in the air. She spotted Jaine's dead body, she gasped and tears started to flow from her eyes, and then she found Levi, lightning cascading in fury all around him, with the dark room being lit by his bright lightning. Levi attacked her as well, in his fit of blinding rage and fury, he thought Avery was one of the scientist. Sparks of red lightning flew from across the room as a results of their clashes.
After the ensuing fight, he managed to make Levi fall unconscious but she sustained a multitude of wounds, receiving a gash on her back. Even though she was more skilled than Levi, it was a strenuous effort to take someone down with her powers and not kill them. She knelt down in anguish, and screamed from the top of her lungs.
She took Levi under her wing and trained him, noticing his exceptional and notable growth, she knew that Levi's passion was driving him. She left him in Millenium city, and traveled the world looking for EHLM scientists, and works as a 'hero' for hire on the side, and she checks on Levi every so often.
Theme Song: (Optional)
Relationships: (Optional, discuss this with other players!)
Extra: |
43,456 | 1,193 | 148 | 311 | 56 | Okay, okay... breathe.
Ecto was laying on the floor, his side a terrible mess. Though his healing factor slowed the bleeding, this was much more than he could handle.
Dammit, is this how it ends? I can't stay this way forever, but if I shift back, I probably die REALLY fast. But if I get to a hospital, somehow... make it there, I might stand a chance. Of course, that will mean the end of my vigilante career, since everyone will know who I am. Crap.
He tried to get up, slowly pulling his hands under himself, and pushed up his upper body with agonizing pain. He closed his eyes, and breathed deeply.
When he opened his eyes again, a horror greeted him. Dark, terrifying, and creepy, Raven's monster looked at him.
"Are you... here to... take me? Can't you... see I'm... already dead?" The creature slightly tilted it's head. "Sorry... bad joke." It gave out a sad, but strangely beautiful sound, a grieving note. "Yeah, I know... it's bad."
He afforded himself a slight smile as he closed his eyes, and tried to come to terms with the possibility that this was the end.
"Ecto." - he looked up, and saw Raven standing over him.
"Raven you have... no idea how... happy I am to see you." She knelt down next to him, and slowly, softly touched the seeping liquid.
"Yeah that's... gross, sorry."
"Hold on, you'll survive."
She started taking off her clothes. Well that's not what I had in mind. Is she made of marble...? Oh, she's an albino, how cool. Or maybe I'm getting dizzy and can't see colors right anymore.
"Your going to have to trust me, I can't help you unless your shifted back to normal." But that would leave me completely naked...Wait, is she...coming on to me? No stupid, you can't think straight.
"Disperse my friend." - and with a whoosh, Raven's dark minion disappeared to fog. She said some words, like a mantra she chanted her poetic summon, and the phoenix appeared that pulled Tank from the stage. That's nice, nice bird... Shit this is painful.
She turned to the phoenix: "Hello my friend, I need your help for another."
Utterly confused and light-headed, Ecto looked at Raven Tale. "Whatever you... you know."
He shut his eyes, and materialized himself on the ground. | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,457 | 1,193 | 149 | 468 | 617 | If Raven could see anything, she didn't show it, or seem to care that the male in front of her was naked. Instead she got right to work. Holding out her arm for the Phoenix that waited. Flapping its great wings, she felt its talons grip her skin.
Biting her lip at the sensation,she bowed a bit at the sudden weight. It was not the most comfortable but with a weak link like the one she has with the bird, she would.need whatever she could get. Physical contact helping greatly.
"Those tears of pain, take yours away." The bird looked down at Ecto, it was obvious it held great pride. Seeming as if it was trying to figure out if the vigilant was worth it's time.
Seconds seemed like an eternity to Raven. The sound of tear droplets falling to skin, caused her to let out the breath she had been holding. One, two, three, four, she counted each drop she heard fall. Each crystal like creation that fell, began to close the wound on Ecto's side bit by bit. It seems the bleeding was slowing down at the vary least.
The moment Ecto was no longer in critical condition however, was when the Phoenix gave out a small noise. Ruffiling it's feathers and dispersing without being asked to do so.
If felt like being kicked in the stomach when her link was forcefully closed. Her summons had to leave when both her and the beast agreed or else it was not the most cofortable. It was nothing she could not.handle, a groan escaping her she sucked in her breath before taking it in. "Sorry, hes sometimes not keen on the idea of companionship anymore."
Pulling on her coat, she found her fingers brush something warm.on her arm crimsion lines decorating her skin. A sigh escaping her lips she shook her head. "How are you feeling?"
She only hoped the others were doing well.
The grim stayed loyal to his current companion. Not struggling a bit as Omega grabbed him, its claws dug into the floor beneath. Tail up and fur bristiling at the sudden shift in the air.
Though it didnt stay the way for long. Eyes of green flashing, the beast used all its weight to move the male, just as a stone of rubble went passed where his head would have been if the beast did not act. A rumble in its throat, it waited for the others to move. | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,458 | 1,193 | 150 | 469 | 141 | Wall Walker
Walker was running as fast as he possibly could now; he was desperate to get away. The team was crumbling from within, fighting each other, and he was right in the crossfire. Walker was smart enough to know if there was any time to scram, now would be it. Aside from the fact that he'd already tried to run.. now he actually had a chance to get away.
Ditch had managed to get to her feet, though her face was completely masked she gripped her stomach, seeming to be in some pain. She straightened when Omega ran past her, and followed him quickly. “Omega, don-”
“Not this time!”
Nope. Walker didn’t even turn back. Just kept on running. He was so done with whatever shit this was - and that was when he felt he was being tugged back. By what, he couldn’t say. It almost felt like gravity was going against him. Which was exactly what was happening. The loose-fitting cloth wrapped around his face was pulled off easily by the zero-gravity vortex, revealing his blood stained beard and teeth.
“...Nate?!” Ditch shouted. She was standing a slight bit behind Omega, a safer distance from the swirling vortex he had created. Walker snapped to look at her, confusion taking over his features, though he couldn’t linger long on the skeletal masked vigilante. “Omega -- turn it off!” Ditch cried out. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,459 | 1,193 | 151 | 195 | 102 | Omega smirked as his well-timed orb grabbed Walker before he could escape. As he was sliding backward, Ditch appeared behind Omega just out off range of the gravity field.
“...Nate?!”
Omega’s brow furled and he turned his head halfway in her direction, not wanting to completely lose sight of Walker. It wasn't a total surprise for Ditch to know someone's identity, but the way she called him by name was a bit puzzling.
“Omega -- turn it off!”
He turned his head fully toward her now. She actually sounded concerned for Walker, despite the distortion of her voice modulator. He frowned in frustration and whipped back around to face the vortex. With a wave of his hand, the orb instantly dissipated and the force along with it. The ball of office junk that had collected fell in a loose pile onto the floor directly behind Walker. Omega let go of the Grim and marched his way over to Ditch.
“So, what, are we just letting him go? Then, why the hell did we chase him in the first place? Did you actually just gather this whole team just to say ‘Oh, by the way...Umbra’ and then let that be it? What's really going on here, Ditch?”
Omega stood with his arms folded and wore a look of irritation at what a confused mess this mission had turned out to be. | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,460 | 1,193 | 152 | 890 | 504 | Girard was not entirely surprised when he heard some thuds and cracks picking up behind him, he knew Rebel would be itching for a fight again but it also gave him the idea that the opposing group wasn't well controlled by the 'leader'. However, he had more pressing matter at the moment as the now iron-skinned woman lapped him forcing him to stop, he had to worry about Scarlet otherwise he would have plowed into her, but it appeared the boss lady wasn't far behind which wasn't entirely surprising as she also moved to block him from the front. Would be safer to stay next to someone like Rebel which was probably the plan besides taking his ward from him which wasn't going to happen without a fight. Though it also posed him a problem because he could usually rely on having both arms to work with which was impossible at the moment but in Scarlet's state they couldn't afford to hurt her further so it was a double edged sword but a little in his favor as much as he hated the thought.
"If you think I'm just gonna roll over girls, I'd like to see you try and make me." Tank said accompanied by a quick chuckle from behind his helmet prepared to either hold where he stood or make a quick violent exit to the horror of the local buildings.
Of course it didn't end up coming to that as Reaper showed up at his side and it took almost no urging to let the other vigilante take Scarlet from him, this was exactly what he needed to get back into his comfort zone. He figured she would use his shadow again like before so he kept still so it was a simple matter. Having Turn Back vault over him into a defensive stance was a bit on the theatrical side and he might later admit to smiling at his cheesy line. Girard moved up next to TB and assumed his own stance, it looked almost like a slightly lazy boxing stance, fully intending to use his reach from the center of the little formation that just became full once Sparky appeared to his other side. The lightning bug charged up an attack next to him sending it out towards Rebel and the 'leader' which he figured was a good point to follow up on. If he was being honest with himself he was actually looking forward to some more action and fighting of some of Umbra's goons particularly little miss Iron Skin would keep him nice and busy until they had to pull out.
"Round two." Tank said as he shifted forward to make use of his longer reach to let out a right hook from aimed to hit either of the women or both if they were so inclined.
He wanted to test the boss lady's reaction as well as Rebel's to the swing to follow up on Levi's previous attack and also to get feel for how they were going to move defensively, though the second part was mostly for the 'leader' who appeared be far more vulnerable. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
Relationships:
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,461 | 1,193 | 153 | 469 | 141 | Scarlet Shifter
Rebel’s expression turned to that of shock as Reaper appeared in front of her target -- they were trading off, no no no! She moved to reach for the shadow-controlling super, but TB had jumped in front, blocking her way. Anger plastered her iron features as Reaper disappeared into the shadows, and she let out an angry growl.
"Sorry to drop in on you ladies, but it seems my buddy Tank needed someone else for this double date!" "Sorry. I'm not interested in a relationship." She spat. Rebel looked quite ready to tackle Turn Back to the ground, her anger perhaps about to get the best of her, when Levi stepped up with his lightning arm, and geared up to attack the concrete below.
Oh, hell no. Around the same time Levi had pounded his fist against the ground, Rebel had given a stomp, sending chunks of gravel flying, the ground between the two opposing teams effectively ripped up, stopping the current from reaching Rebel and Spore. Only to be met with a flying fist to the face from Tank.
His hit landed, but Rebel didn't even move. "Seems lots has changed since our last meeting," Rebel said smoothly. Last time a hit from Tank could cause her to fall, even with her iron skin, but now she held up quite impressively, and retaliated with her own fist coming his way.
Meanwhile, Flare and Laser had headed out of the house, rushing after Reaper and TB only to find the darkness elemental disappear. With a quick nod to his companion, Laser set off in the other direction in hopes of reaching Reaper.
All three supers’ attention focused on Alice and where Rebel used to be, so Flare had some semblance of surprise. He sucked in a breath, and from behind, roared yet another plume of fire at their backsides as Rebel threw her punch. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,462 | 1,193 | 154 | 1,307 | 33 | ALICE
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIGHTING" Alice yells as she jumps back to avoid the ground slitting at her feet from Rebel's punch. She lands, a bit shakily. "I would rather not have to do this, I am a lady!" She steps to the side a bit, pulling a knife from her belt. "Alright then, who wants some?" She scans the group, Rebel seemed to be too preoccupied to help. Looking at the two men before her, she decides to open her goddamned mouth. Gonna let your mouth get you laid or killed or both someday, her mind screams. "Well boys, looks like your friend is having a good time. Don't worry, i can play with both of you. There's enough of me to go around!"
Alice hopes she wont be sent back to Umbra in pieces, although that might be a better alternative to returning empty handed. She readies herself for another attack, hoping she can get a few hits in so she can better use her powers. Alice was preparing to spring forward for a kick when she sees the flames erupt from behind the two Supers. She leaps forward, hoping to kick the Sparky kid before he lets loose again. | Name: Alice Loveland
Quote: "We will destroy Millenium City, and then, when all of the city is ashes, then you have my permission to die." -Alice
Alias: Spore
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Family: Alice grew up in a fairly wealthy family. They had a comfortable life, and anything Alice wanted she received. She always had little feeling for anyone outside the family, and even they were not sure why she was so impartial to the world. All Alice knew is that she didn't really care unless she got something out of it. She would bring friends over simply to see the looks on their faces at her big house and many toys. When asked if she loved her family, she would reply simply, "sometimes." Alice was very fond of her younger brother, and his death was the only one she feels any remorse about. She was very protective of him, he was the only thing that meant anything to her. His accidental death was the only thing she feels any guilt about, and she is determined not to let herself feel for anyone so strongly again.
Occupation: Bartender
Appearance: Alice is decently tall, at 5'8". She is naturally blonde, but is constantly coloring her hair. Currently, she is sticking with red. Her hair is cut short, in an A-line style. She keeps it short in the back, longer in front. Alice is literally COVERED in tattoos. Down her arms, across her chest. Everywhere. She likes wearing Button down shirts with the sleeves rolled up, halfway. Jeans are her preferred pant choice, although when she is "on the job, being a bad guy" she wears leather pants. When she is doing her bad guy thing, she wears dark black leather pants and a White tank top, with a leather motorcycle jacket. (sometimes, its a slinky dress. depends on the job.)
Method of Operation: Alice can fight, but doesn't like to get her hands dirty. She stays in her bar most of the time, preferring to stay out of the action and gathering intel from the shadows. Since she is on the run, she chooses to stay in the seedy Underworld of Umbra's employ instead of being in the spotlight. She mainly uses her powers as a passive effect; only resorting to underhanded tactics if she is caught.
Superpower: Pheromone Manipulation Alice can use her Powers to persuade peoples subconscious, using pheromones. She can make people drowsy or lovesick, and thus unable to fight, or she can enrage someone to the point of action. She can also make people fall in love/lust with her, mostly used out of boredom or as a last defense. She has a range of seven to ten feet, with her powers lessening with distance. Someone who is aware of it and has enough willpower can effectively shrug off the effects. She stays around the bar she owns to keep an information channel for Umbra. The booze helps make it easy to use her powers more effectively.
Skills:Alice can make drinks, and is exceptional at "extracurricular activities" *eyebrow waggle*
Equipment: Alice carries several knives. that's about it
Personality: Alice is normally very introverted, but when she is at work, all bets are off. She is kinda standoffish, she doesn't tolerate bullshit especially at her Bar. Her sense of humor is laced with sexual innuendo and puns. She has a very skewed moral compass, meaning what Alice wants, Alice gets. She looks out for herself only, although she is not fond of being alone. She is very afraid of being by herself, so she surrounds herself with minions and "playthings". Alice is not very good at the whole romance thing, as her powers give her an easy "one night stand" ability. She longs for something long term, but knows that being on the run is a one woman job.
Biography: Alice didn't discover her powers until she was fourteen. She was on vacation with her family, and fell in love with a girl her age. (Her powers were to blame, though she didn't know it.) When her family found out, they were enraged, and her father beat her badly. In a fit of anger Alice yelled at her family to just die, and due to the hormonal surge from the beating, they did. Her family, one by one, jumped from the balcony of the tenth floor. Alice was sent to an institution to treat her after the trauma of her incident, where she developed a fear of being alone. She mastered her abilities and tested her range while institutionalized, and escaped at age 18 by starting a riot. She used the chaos to sneak away, and has been on the run ever since. Alice used the money from her inheritance to buy a small bar and the small apartments on top, which she rents out for extra income. Umbra approached her after a while, asking if she would like to stop running and rule the city with him. He neeeded a show of trust, so for the past ten months Alice has used her bar to gather info about Supers and has aided in the capture of a few.
Theme Song: Bad Girls by M.I.A
Relationships: TBD
Extra: I am NOT NORMAL, ya scum |
43,463 | 1,193 | 155 | 311 | 56 | The phoenix cried. It CRIED. How sad is that? Teardrops fell on Eric's body as the he lay on the floor naked. A burning sensation hit his side, something very similar to his healing abilities. The numbing pain slowly started to clear from his mind, and when he looked down, he could see his wounds closing.
"Hey, that... is amazing, Than-" - The birl looked at him, then suddenly raised his head, flapped it's wings and in an instant, disappeared.
"Was it... something I said?"
"Sorry, he's sometimes not keen on the idea of companionship anymore." Raven Tale put her clothes back on and sighed. There was something very soothing in the way she acted, a calm, unearthly aura that seemingly surrounded her. That, and the fact that she very likely saved Eric's life.
"How are you feeling?"
Eric shifted back to spectral form and waited a bit. Alright, this should not be worse now than a knife wound... and I had those before.
"I can handle it from here. It will take some time, but I'll be fine." He slowly stood up, and touched Raven Tale's arm.
"Thank you, Raven, I really owe you one." - he said sincerely, then got embarrassed and scratched his head. "Listen, could you please not tell the others that you saw me? Not just, you know, under the belt and all... but... who I really am? I'm not sure I'm ready for sharing that with everyone." | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,464 | 1,193 | 156 | 469 | 141 | Wall Walker
Walker, this time, though given a wonderful opportunity, did not run. A safe distance away from Ditch and Omega, he stood and waited.
“So, what, are we just letting him go? Then, why the hell did we chase him in the first place? Did you actually just gather this whole team just to say ‘Oh, by the way...Umbra’ and then let that be it? What's really going on here, Ditch?”
With a glance towards Omega, Ditch only uttered one word. “Wait.” She said quietly, and looked back at Walker.
“Why are you robbing banks? Not just one.. All of them. You must be swimming in millions upon millions of dollars.. But you’re still here.. Not a single piece of bling on you, wearing ruddy clothes and a strip of cloth for a mask.. Hanging out at the orphanage.”
Walker clenched his bloodstained teeth together, and wiped his face on the back of his hand, coating it in red. “Who do you think you are?” He muttered. “Crusading with your super hero team, fighting the bad guys? Am I just a practice target so you can feel prepared when you punch Umbra in the face? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not even going to get close to him. This city isn’t going to change.” There was true bitterness in his voice, but also some part of him sounded.. Tired.
Ditch grabbed the edge of her mask, and pulled it off. “You always were a pessimist.” Walker shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. “And you, always the dreamer.”
“You heard about Hummingbird, didn’t you?” “Yeah.” “And you just.. Don’t care?” “I can’t help her.” Ditch sighed. “You don’t even want to try?” “Umbra’s untouchable.” “So you’re ready to let her die?” “What do you want me to do?!” He shouted. “I want to be able to ask you for a favor when the time comes.” Walker’s angry expression faded, and he was left casting his gaze to the floor. “..fine.” He hissed.
“You can go.” “I don’t need you to tell me when I can leave.” “I’m still older than you.” “That never fucking mattered!” He retorted. Ditch had already turned around, throwing a gloved hand behind her as a wave, and he exited through through the wall, officially ending the chase. “I swear to god I’ll explain everything as soon as I possibly can, Omega.” She said, combat boots clicking against the floor and echoing around the empty office space. “I’ve got a goddamn fight to break up.”
Something about Ditch had changed - her aura was entirely different. Her mask was off now, they could see her face, and she was pissed. Graffiti was sprawled on the floor, after being shoved into the concrete by Rose. Ditch bent down and picked up the spray-painting vigilante by her hoodie. And then, her eyes glowed. A bright white - an unmistakable sign of power. All around: Not good.
“You’re a disgusting joke of a vigilante.” She spat. “You call yourself one of the good guys when you fight one of your own teammates? Do you think what you did helped anyone at all? Are you that naive?” Ditch’s grip tightened on Graffiti. “I have only myself to blame for ever including you in this. You need to leave. Now. And if I ever see your face again there will be hell to pay.” Ditch dropped Graffiti, and took one menacing step forward. “NOW.” She shouted. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,465 | 1,193 | 157 | 468 | 617 | I owe you not a thing, tis a simple rule to help a comrade. Her words even, the woman brgan to still. Her breathing even, escaping in cool whisps back into the air. The grim was in contact with someone, holding a hand around his neck.
Lifting her head at the sound of Ecto, she simply shook her head. A slow motion as a smile appeared on her features. She must have been getting good if those who have already worked with her have not found out.
"Little on, I couldn't know what you look like, even if I wished it so. Though, we have known each other in one time, your voice sparks memory, i just cant figure out which one"
A hand reaching to her mask, she waved it across the void like sockets, a bit of the creation dissolving in a mirrage to reveal a open eye. Clouded red as if peering through a casing of fog. "My mask is the head of the raven. Comes in handy at times like this." Her hand brushing back, the mask took its place over her eye.
"Can you walk? Come i suspect that the Walker has been found." | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,466 | 1,193 | 158 | 195 | 102 | Still standing with his arms folded, Omega watched intently as the conversation between Wall Walker and Ditch went on. It was extremely casual and he concluded that they definitely had known each other. In fact, it almost felt like they had quite a close relationship...and not just with each other, but Hummingbird? And the comments about their age...those are the kinds of things you might say to a sibling. His own brother had thrown around the age card more times than he could count. Also, she did make a good point about the money. People don't rob banks only to hoard the money or give it away…
“I swear to god I’ll explain everything as soon as I possibly can, Omega.”
Oh, yes hell you will.
“I’ve got a goddamn fight to break up.”
His gaze shot over to Graffiti who was still on the ground recovering from her faceplant. He followed Ditch from a distance back to where the confrontation had gone down and he could tell this was not going to end well. When Ditch scooped Graffiti up with her eyes glowing, he raised an eyebrow. If he was ever unsure that she had any powers, all of that had quickly gone out the window. He watched in anticipation, fully expecting something explosive, but Ditch showed incredible restraint and allowed Graffiti to bow out gracefully.
This Ditch girl is full of surprises and secrets. As a vigilante, I understand the need for secrecy...but if she plans on everyone being a team, she’s gonna have to give some of that up. She’s already got way more on us than we have on her, and that needs to even out quick.
He took another look around the room at the state of Ditch’s ‘team’ and, for a moment, considered whether or not this was something he wanted to be a part of. It was conflicts like these that made Omega want to work alone in the first place.
I knew there would be hiccups when this thing got off the ground, but I never imagined it would get this bad. We have a lot of shaping up to do if we are to effectively deal with Umbra. Otherwise... | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,467 | 1,193 | 159 | 1,284 | 117 | TURN BACK
Turn Back stood his ground ad the pavement in front of him erupted, taking the flying gravel wherever it hit. Small flashes of energy popped in the air as the gravel dropped, its energy drained. IT wasn't much, but at this point he needed everything he could get. Tank had run up to the iron-skinned girl, looked like she'd be a tough one to beat. The other one was yelling something about not wanted to fight, but fuck that. She and her cronies had started this. She was trying to attack Sparky now, but TB figured the small man could hold his own, the iron girl needed to be taken care of.
A flash from behind him attracted his attention however, and he turned just in time to see a blast of flame coming at the group from one of the guys they'd left behind. TB rolled off to the side, feeling the heat against his back. As he stood up he was alarmed to see that his now-ruined hoodie had caught fire, and he shrugged it off as fast as he could. The adrenaline was working for him right now, he didn't feel much pain from that, but those burns would probably need some attention later. The energy-absorbing vigilante sprinted towards Tank now, desperate to back up the big guy.
Turn BAck skidded to a stop behind Tank, dropping to his knees and charging his staff with power, thrusting it between Tank's legs, aiming to smack the girl in with a sneak attack. It probably wouldn't do much damage, but maybe he could distract her. "Tank!" He cried, scrambling to his feet. "Tag team, charge me up when you can!" | Name: Jason Grave
Quote: "Pain is temporary. Victory is eternal."
Alias: Turn Back or TB
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Mother (Deceased), Father
Occupation: Office assistant
Appearance: Tall and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.
Jason wears business-type button-up shirts and nice ties for his day job, however once the sun sets it's a very different story. Jason changes from a 'mild-mannered' office person to a darkly-dressed vigilante. He wears a tight black shirt and loose-fit dark jeans. He wears a black glove on his right hand, and has steel-toed boots.
Method of Operation: Jason tends to leap into the middle of a fray, getting into fights with criminals at the drop of a hat. He often allows himself to be hit several times near the beginning of a fight, both to lull his opponents into a sense of security, and to build up his own power. Once he starts to fight back, he uses a folding staff to gather momentum, going for the head, the gut, the knees, any weak point he thinks he can exploit.
Superpower: Kinetic absorbtion and redistribution.
Jason has the ability to absorb and redirect and kinetic energy that he is aware of coming into contact with him. This manifests ina few different ways, as listed below.
Enhanced Stamina
By reabsorbing the energy expended while walking or running, Jason can go much further than the normal person without needing to stop for rest. This is not indefinite however, as some energy is lost with each step.
Limited Invulnerability
So long as Jason is aware of physical attacks made against him, he can absorb the energy of the blow without it harming him. This includes bullets.
Energy Storage/Redirection
Jason can store any kinetic energy absorbed within his body or any object he touches as excess potential energy, to be used as extra force. For example, if he is hit by someone, he can store the energy of that hit into his staff to hit them back with the strength of the staff, and the force they had originally hit him with.
Weaknesses
The energy conversion used by Jason is unstable, making any stored energy equally unstable. If he stores the energy for too long, it will begin to entropy, with explosively catastrophic results. This weakness enhances in both speed and power the more energy is absorbed. For example, the force of an apple hitting his head could lie dormant for weeks or months before detonating, but the power of a train could only be held for a few minutes. In addition to this, Jason is not immune to damage taken from unknown sources, he must be aware of an enemy in order to use his powers to defend himself.
Skills: Jason has learned how to fight, though not in any particular style. More the 'jump and run' tactics young gang members often use on the streets, with the major exception being: Jason doesn't run.
Jason has an above-average understanding of technology, and can familiarize himself with a new computer quite quickly.
Jason is a mediocre baseball player.
Equipment: Folding staff, tucked into a back pocket. Cell phone. Steel-toed boots. A handful of metal nuts
Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, enagaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.
Enemies, on the other hand, see a completely reversed Jason. They see someone who will sit and take a beating, any punishment they can dole out while laughing in their face. Criminals know fear as Turn Back begins to taunt them as he gets up and uses the force of their own blows to beat them senseless. Those who seek to do him harm see a cold, hard face with an icy stare before a booted sole darkens their vision, sometimes for the last time.
Biography: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.
Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.
Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.
Theme Song: TBD
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,468 | 1,193 | 160 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Interacting with: Team Scarlet and Anti Scarlet
Levi never intended to underestimate Umbra's men, but for them to counter his own move with gravel was clever and limited vision of them long enough that Flare and Laser could run out of the house, apparently having agreed that Laser would look for Scarlet and Reaper. Flare exuded flames from his mouth once more from the entrance, narrowly missing Turn Back, the flame now flying towards him.
With another breath he channeled electricity to his legs once more. Glancing the at flame and the uncouth woman, he slid downwards right under the intense flames and found himself landed near a wall. Hastily taking out two small knives and conducting his electricity into them before throwing both of them towards the shoulder-blades of Spore. Then using the wall to propel himself, he charged directly her, travelling closely to his thrown knives. | Name: Avery Quinton
Quote: "Life's short, let's live it!"
Alias: Lightning's Tempo
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Estranged from all her family members
Occupation: Travelling 'Hero'
Appearance:
The most striking feature of Avery are her fiery red hair, and her emerald tinted eyes. She can be called beautiful on occasion but doesn't try to be. Her natural beauty is outstanding, but she never cares much for makeup or fine clothing, instead opting for the messy approach in her attire.
Method of Operation: She prefers to be 'loud' and 'proud', letting the enemy know she's there with her flashy attacks and moves. Even the color of her lightning draws attention. While loud and proud there is a certain grave and finesse in the way she executes her power, being amazingly fluid, yet strong.
Superpower: Same with Levi, but has a certain amount of mastery over it, being able to best Levi in his fights. Because of this she is a sort of 'teacher' to him, but notices his talent for the powers and knows soon that he will surpass him.
Skills: Cooks, Gardens and adores puzzles.
Equipment: ---
Personality: Avery is the opposite of Levi, she is fun, loving and has a certain kind of hope for the human race. She believes that there is inherent goodness in everyone, and tried to find good qualities in even the worst people. However this doesn't fog up her actions and will act necessary if the situation calls for it.
Shee tries and sees the silver lining in situations, being able to make the most drab situation have a positive outcome. She is also extremely charismatic, being able to weave her words in such a way that the people around her will feel astounded, and she can weasel her way out of a confrontation usually with her words.
Sometimes, she will get into a sort of funk, for failing to protect Jaine and Levi from 'them' and will usually ponder hours on end. In this stage she is melancholic and tries to be alone to think about what she could have done. These 'funks' usually last hours, and if anyone was there they could tell the unending sorrow and regret laced on her face for her self-deemed 'failure'. However she usually will have the stupid smile on her face again after a while and remembering Jaine's words.
Biography: Avery discovered her powers at a young age, but chose to hide it from her close friends and family, except for Jaine, Jaine helped her cope with her powers and told her to accept it as part of her, and so she trained it from youth. She was best friends with Jaine, Levi's sister. They basically grew up with one another, and were best of friends. They basically did everything together and were basically inseparable siblings.That is to say until the day Levi disappeared, Jaine was a mess and tried to look everywhere, it was Avery that calmed her down and assured that she would look for Levi with her.
Then Jaine disappeared as well, and that even took days to locate and track both of them. By the time she arrived she saw the aftermath, bodies skewn all over the floor and the smell of blood still ever pungent in the air. She spotted Jaine's dead body, she gasped and tears started to flow from her eyes, and then she found Levi, lightning cascading in fury all around him, with the dark room being lit by his bright lightning. Levi attacked her as well, in his fit of blinding rage and fury, he thought Avery was one of the scientist. Sparks of red lightning flew from across the room as a results of their clashes.
After the ensuing fight, he managed to make Levi fall unconscious but she sustained a multitude of wounds, receiving a gash on her back. Even though she was more skilled than Levi, it was a strenuous effort to take someone down with her powers and not kill them. She knelt down in anguish, and screamed from the top of her lungs.
She took Levi under her wing and trained him, noticing his exceptional and notable growth, she knew that Levi's passion was driving him. She left him in Millenium city, and traveled the world looking for EHLM scientists, and works as a 'hero' for hire on the side, and she checks on Levi every so often.
Theme Song: (Optional)
Relationships: (Optional, discuss this with other players!)
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43,469 | 1,193 | 161 | 1,331 | 353 | Wraith
Wraith had sat shakily down after Raven accepted her surrender and the summoner rushed over to Ecto, who had been injured somehow. Wraith wasn't quite sure what had happened to him - he'd been in ghost mode. hadn't he? Walker had to have done something, probably. She still hadn't completely managed to get herself together. How could Walker have done so much damage though? Maybe it was when she was reeling from the punch. She glanced at her hands, hoping that the world would stop spinning for a few seconds, before she did a double take at the glove on her right hand. There was some kind of... goo was the best word to describe it, covering the glove. She looked at it for a few seconds, before the realisation hit her like a truck.
She looked over at Ecto on the ground, who was being spoken to by Raven, then stared at her hand again, horrified. The stuff on her hand was the same stuff that was all over Ecto's wound. Was it me? Wraith didn't get it. She didn't remember hurting him, she'd specifically tried to avoid it, and now she'd left a complete mess for the rest of them to clean up. She thought back to the moments right after she'd been hit. She'd lost concentration, so it was completely possible that her hand had naturally phased back - that was the only real explanation she could think of.
It was an accident. She didn't know if they'd believe her, but it was an accident. A real one, not a deliberate action made to look like it. It wasn't supposed to go like this, no-one innocent was supposed to get hurt! But they had, and it was her fault - she didn't know what was happening inside the building, but that was probably her fault too. She'd gotten carried away, not listened and if she'd just let them try to talk then none of this would have-
No. What was she saying? These things happened, right? Sacrifices were necessary. She'd tried to do what had to be done, and it hadn't worked out. That was all. That had to be all.
She shook her head furiously and stood up, stumbling forward as she headed to the door of the building. On some level, she felt as though she should just leave. Run away, not bother dealing with the inevitable lectures and moral talking-to that she would have to deal with, but something made her go in.
They'd have to let her explain herself. As much as they seemed to despise her methods, they had to understand that Wraith was trying to do the right thing. She opened the door slowly, keeping as much distance as she could from the other vigilantes, avoiding looking any of them in the eyes.
She wasn't some blood-crazed murderer, she was just trying to clean the streets of scumbags like Walker. They had to understand her motivations, even if they didn't agree with the way she carried out her objectives.
After all, I'm not the bad guy... Am I? | Name: Kara Banks
Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.
During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.
When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.
Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.
If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.
Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.
Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.
Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.
Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.
Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.
In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.
She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.
Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.
For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.
After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.
Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound
Relationships: Not discussed
Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal. |
43,470 | 1,193 | 162 | 469 | 141 | Wall Walker
Graffiti had scrambled away, just like she should’ve. Ditch’s fists stood clenched at her sides, watching the spray-painting vigilante take her leave. But her eyes didn’t stop glowing, in fact, they got brighter. Light collected around her hands, and she gazed at her palms. “..fuck.” She mumbled. “No, no no no no..not again, not again..” She looked frantically around at the people inside the office building, and rushed for the door.
She went right by Raven, Wraith, and Ecto, not even giving them a second glance, every second a brighter white light enveloping her until..
It was like a little white bolt had erupted from Ditch’s hands, heading straight for the brick wall of the building opposite, and then.. BOOM. The side of the building exploded as if someone had just lit a rocket inside it. Bits of the wall went flying, nothing too close to the people standing outside of the office building, but still a magnificent show. Ditch’s eyes had stopped glowing. Were her hands.. Shaking?
“Walker’s gone,” She announced, voice cracking. She failed to mention she’d let him go after having a nice chat. “This mission’s over. We need...auhg.. We need to..” Some part of her looked like she was going to collapse - how healthy was letting out an explosive blast, exactly? Her head turned towards Wraith, aggravation plastered over her features. She took one step forward, just one step, and stumbled, as if her knees were jelly. She fell against the wall for support, taking in a shaky breath. Her head spun, her vision was blurring.
"And that," She whispered, almost to herself. "Is why I don't use my powers." And Ditch collapsed. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,471 | 1,193 | 163 | 195 | 102 | A look of confusion washed over Omega as Ditch went into panic mode. It seemed he would see something explosive after all, but it looked like Ditch was losing control. He ran after her when she bolted out of the building and stopped right next to Wraith in the doorway with his eyes wide. As soon as Ditch came into his view, he saw nothing but an eruption of white light and bricks. His mind was reeling, trying to process what just happened.
Could she not control that? Did it only activate because she got super pissed? And why wouldn’t she warn us that she had powers that she can’t control? Is there anything else she’s holding back?
Omega ended up with even more questions than he had just a moment ago. He watched as Ditch struggled to walk after the blast. It seemed to have completely drained her. She made her way to the wall and finally collapsed. Gently brushing past Raven Tale and Ecto, he hurried over to her and immediately checked her pulse. Thankfully, she was alive, just unconscious. Whether they only just met or not, he still didn’t want to witness somebody dying right in front of him. He instinctively picked Ditch up and carried her back into the office building, addressing his three teammates as he passed them:
“That blast is definitely going to attract some unwanted attention. I think we should head back into this building, maybe go up a few floors and hide out ‘til Ditch recovers. She shouldn’t be out long.”
He wasn't trying to play commander or anything, but he hoped his fellow vigilantes had the smarts to get off the street before authorities arrived. He walked at a brisk pace despite the extra weight of his teammate and found his way to the staircase. He shouldered the door open and climbed a couple of flights before reentering a few floors above ground level. It was just as dead up here as probably most of the abandoned building, and Omega was silently thankful that there weren’t any homeless people to encounter. Dull light shone through the dust-covered windows and the smell of mold was prominent. He found an old leather couch after a quick search and gently lowered Ditch onto the tattered cushions. He then stood and folded his arms once more, patiently waiting for the girl to wake up. | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,472 | 1,193 | 164 | 890 | 504 | Girard was a little surprised that Rebel had maintained enough awareness to keep an eye on Sparky, ignore TB and effectively nullified the electricity attack by breaking the ground. He was a fair bit more surprised when Miss Iron Skin took the hit well and wasn't even moved by it which was a far cry from when they last met her being thrown to the ground quite easily with a strong punch. Looked like he had his worked cut out for him this time more so now than then but it was better to have him engage the woman and so he would.
"Seems lots has changed since our last meeting."
"You found your feet but ended up taking orders, strange how that works huh?" The big man retorted in kind before she fired her own strike.
One thing that was true for him was that being as big as he was made it particularly hard to miss him and his powers lessened that weakness significantly in this case. He wanted to see just how much tougher Rebel was and taking a hit on the chin, relatively speaking, was a good way to measure strength since he could afford it and he had a feeling he was not going to be disappointed even if it didn't move him because by now he had resigned himself to fighting an attrition battle against the woman. The big man was more annoyed by the sudden heat on his back than anything though a spot on his shoulder did catch fire which he quickly snuffed out accompanied by a grunt of his displeasure. Barring the fire bug behind them all he really had to do was keep the woman planted and focused on him though TB's strategy of a surprise attack weird-ed him out slightly this time but he was right in asking for a bit of juice for his power. Tank prepared a stronger punch and kicked back one foot to give his ally a boost while throwing some extra weight and momentum behind his strike by basically using Turn Back as a mild 'springboard' to push off of. Hopefully it would give him some energy to work with but he had another idea than a tag team.
"Another idea, if you can, give Lady Liberty's boyfriend some of that before I make him pay for the jacket." Girard said picking at Rebel a bit but getting his point across that having someone throw fire at them from behind really didn't help the situation. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
Relationships:
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,473 | 1,193 | 165 | 468 | 617 | About to take Ecto to the others. A calm pace and slow gate, it did not even take her five steps before the woman shot her head up. Power, a lot of it, coming from somwere...
Hearing the rushed steps of a girl dressed in worn out shoose. Raven turned to the others, "get down!" She didn't know what was going to.happen. But the pulse of energy and hurried fearful steps have told enough. It might be bad.
The Grim wasting no time, he took his stand by his master. Sheilding her from a exposion that caused her ears to ring in a slow, high note. Laying down for a breath, she tried to gain her thoughts. What had Ditch done? Were those her powers? They seemed to be more burden than help. To cause so much damage but at the users expense? Least it seemed that way, she could hear somone falling with the same grace of a corpse dying on their feet.
Omege following after, she stilled, the ringing in her ears causing everything to mix and blend. But she guessed someone was going to move.the fallen girl.
Heeding to the warning, Raven dispersed her Grim. It felt like a weight has.been lifted, the woman growing tired from having to
call her summons like that. Back to back, two at a time, using too much was a drain on the mind.
Instead, she followed after. Moving up the stairs, hand on the walls to steady herself as her senses began to function normally again.
It was best to wait things out. Taking a seat, her back against a wall she allowed her head to lull to the side. Still clinging to keeping her mask. "What shall we do?"
Her voice was quiet, whispered words meant for.herself. "we were fools out there. We cant continue on such a path...."
Instead, she just listened to everyone's breathing. You could tell a lot about someone by how they breath. So long as they eere close enough. The only two being, Ditch and Manny.
No, Omega, dont start things, hes Omega. Still the more she listened, the more sure she was of it being the fellow music enthusiast.
Ditch though.."Somone, please, expalined what happened while we were separated." She had to know, so much in such a short time. It was like being left in a new kind of dark. | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,474 | 1,193 | 166 | 314 | 285 | Shifting the weight in her arms with another curse, Reaper regained her footing before continuing on her journey, having started just on the other side of the house and quickly ducking to and fro in shadows – reappearing meters away as though walking through portals. Scarlet Shifter seemed to weigh as much as the tower she was just minutes before – and how quickly things had dissolved from that tiger! But if Reaper’s muscles were protesting she couldn’t feel it currently as her abilities muffled the pain, allowing her to dip into another shadow and reappear another two blocks down.
The sounds of fighting had faded. Logically, this meant Reaper had succeeded in bringing Scarlet Shifter far enough away from the battle they wouldn’t easily be found. Emotionally, her heart twisted with worry at the thought that the tide might’ve turned with them down a teammate. Yet the objective came first. Reaper knew that. It didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. Luckily one person wasn’t a huge strain on her – though she was panting by the time she found herself a few more blocks away. From here it was one more shadow step – one more strain on her abilities – and picking out the shadows in a darkened office building to get inside.
It was entirely possible to continue towards HQ, but Reaper and Scarlet Shifter were a ways away now. Stopping allowed Reaper to catch her breath and check on the shapeshifter. The vigilante carefully set Scarlet Shifter on the floor and retrieved her first aid kit once more from under the black hoodie. Taking a kneeling position beside her Reaper began to carefully check the wound – discarding the bloodied bandages to replace once more. Rocking her to and fro in the escape probably wasn’t helping the already aggravated wound.
“I could bring her to Dr. Stagelson…” Reaper couldn’t help but muse as she studied the wound, rapidly being covered in more gauze and bandage. “It might worry the others if I’m not at HQ though.” Tying off the bandage soon saw the kit being replaced again – and some materials left on the floor of some poor man’s office who was done for the day.
“At least it’s not one of my buildings…” | Name
Zoey KasimirQuote
--Alias
ReaperAge
23Gender
FemaleFamily
Father . Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.Occupation
University student.Appearance
Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.
Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.Method of Operation
Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.
Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.Personality
Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?Superpower
Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.Skills
Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’Biography
As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for university across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.
Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?
Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.Theme Song
Money - Mystery SkullsRelationships
None currently.Extra
We’re not normal, that’s for sure. |
43,475 | 1,193 | 167 | 311 | 56 | Wait, you... you're blind? - Ecto paused mid-sentence, but no longer because of the pain, but suprise. Now THAT'S a reveal. Can't imagine how she manages to take on the vigilante role with such a huge disadvantage.
Then realized he might have said it out too loud. After all he JUST asked Raven Tale to keep his secret, and Ecto just shouts hers out for the world to hear. "Sorry, I didn't mean-" -he noticed a figure leaving the building in a hurry. It was Graffiti.
"Hey, what's going on?" He stood up and straghtened himself, putting his hand over his wound, which was slowly, but steadily, closing. Graffiti was visibly upset, she didn't even look back or even acknowledge what he said, just grabbed two of her cans and bolted away to the sky. What was that?
His eyes settled on Wraith. She was quite disoriented after that puch Walker gave her, and stumbled in the direction of the house. Ecto's mood darkened. She nearly killed me! And for what?! Crazy son of a... daughter of a? Not the point, she almost killed me!
"Wraith, what the hell is wro-" This time, it was Ditch who came out rushing the door, eyes and hands glowing with brilliant white light, panic written all over her face. She raised her hands towards the next building and with a huge flash of light, blew it the hell up. Then, the glowing stopped.
“Walker’s gone, this mission is over." Her voice was shaking. What the hell was that? Seriously, what is going on? I have so many questions!
Ditch took a step, fell against the wall, and mumbled something before collapsing.
It was Omega's turn to rush out the building. He picked up Ditch, took her in his arms and asked the others to follow him into the building, as to avoid any prying eyes. Ecto scratched his head, sighed, and slowly floated after him.
"Someone, please, explain what happened while we were separated." he heard Raven Tale speak next to him.
"And I thought I was the only one confused." | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,476 | 1,193 | 168 | 1,331 | 353 | Wraith
The explosion snapped Wraith our of her confusion, and she span around quickly to look at the crater that was left in the wall. She turned her head to look at Ditch, trying to hide her shock, only to be met with a look of anger and irritation which only lasted a couple of seconds before she collapsed. She's in the middle of collapsing, and she still has time to glare at me? I'm almost impressed. thought Wraith. Although maybe I deserved it- No. Don't go back to that again.
Omega seemed to be taking charge of the group, ordering them all upstairs. The rest of the group already seemed to be going, wasting no time in getting away from the scene. Wraith decided to follow them up at the back, covering their tracks as best as she could in hope that the police wouldn't search the area too hard. Hopefully they'd just assume that the person responsible had just run off.
She stopped for a few seconds before the door to the room where the group had hidden. Last chance to walk away. She could just leave them behind, go back to doing things on her own, without interference. Without do-gooder self-proclaimed heroes who thought they could save the world with kindness and friendship or whatever their plan was. But at the same time, if she did that then she had a feeling that those thoughts wouldn't just go away. Feelings of unease, uncertainty. Until she sorted those out, she would stay with them. Just to make sure that she was in the right.
With that sorted out, Wraith opened the door to the room and walked in, trying her hardest to keep a cool, calm expression despite her inner conflict. She walked in casually and stood leaning against one of the walls as Raven and Ecto started to ask what had happened. She decided to try not to draw attention to herself, staying quiet and hoping that no-one asked her to explain her actions. She couldn't even figure herself out for her own sake, never mind explaining for someone else's benefit.
Besides, they wouldn't be asking for an explanation anyway, they'd probably be accusing her of whatever took their fancy. She'd definitely heard Ecto yelling something or other at her earlier. Stupid ghost. If he'd just gotten out of the way, none of this would have happened! Walker would be dead and she'd have done what was necessary. Now she was stuck with all of these stupid accusing thoughts spinning around her head that just wouldn't shut up no matter what she did. | Name: Kara Banks
Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.
During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.
When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.
Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.
If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.
Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.
Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.
Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.
Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.
Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.
In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.
She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.
Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.
For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.
After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.
Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound
Relationships: Not discussed
Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal. |
43,477 | 1,193 | 169 | 469 | 141 | Scarlet Shifter
(I have been given permission to slightly bunny Alice this post.)
Laser did his best to chase after Reaper and Scarlet, but how well could you chase someone teleporting through the shadows? Laser was a large guy - he could cover lots of ground, but it wasn’t long before he gave up, hands on his knees, gasping for air. He couldn’t linger long, of course. This battle wasn’t over yet, but either way.. Umbra was not going to be happy. He began to make his way back to the others.
Alice had been able to roll out of the way of the knives Levi had thrown, just in the nick of time as they embedded themselves into the wall behind her, as well as Levi, who only launched himself towards empty air. Alice, however, was not a fighter (which she made clear with another string of curse words under her breath) and let out another “Sleepwave” attack, strongly directed towards Levi.
Rebel, after her punch landed, felt little to no satisfaction, since Tank had clearly allowed it to happen. “Come ON,” She shouted, looking to head in for a full blown tackle, when TB’s staff appeared from between Tank’s legs. She lost her footing and fell back, landing on her backside, looking like a fool, which only served to make her angrier. From the floor she raised her fist, preparing to slam it into the ground full-force, when Laser emerged from behind, dragging his hand across his throat, the signal that mission was over, and the outcome couldn’t possibly be good.
Alice noticed this too, and knowing Rebel, let out a shout. “It’s over!” She snapped, when Rebel looked to be ready to keep on fighting anyhow. Rebel let out a frustrated snarl and backed off, both Laser and Flare moving away as well. In a flash of white light, a white haired woman appeared, giving a small nod to Rebel, who she’d landed next to. “This isn’t over,” Rebel spat, and in another flash of light, gone. One by one, the white haired girl appeared next to each of the team members, touching their shoulders and disappearing with them.
Wall Walker
SMASH.
Glass shattered around the shriveled and browned grass, a window freshly broken by a soccer ball.
”Nice.” “Now now, you need not shower me in praise. I already know how good I am.” “Asshat.”
It was Ditch, but not.. Ditch. She was maybe seventeen or eighteen years old, blonde hair much shorter, the corner of her glasses cracked. She donned blue jeans and a black sweater with bones on it, resembling a skeleton. And beside her, a younger Wall Walker, or Nate. No beard, blue hoodie, an unlit cigarette between his lips.
“Hey, stop it, you two!” A voice called from behind, and Nate rolled his eyes and groaned. Ditch grinned, turning around to face a pink-cheeked girl, dirty blondish brownish hair and bright green eyes. “Gee, mom. Ya gonna ground me or some shit?” Nate retorted. “Don’t swear.” “Moooooooooooom,” Nate whined, making Ditch laugh.
“Kendall, you’re better than this.” “No one lives here anyway, Belle. C’mon, loosen up.” Ditch said, moving to pick up the ball and dust off the broken glass. “Ouch,” She muttered, nicking her thumb on a shard, a stream of red beginning to pour out.
“I have bandages,” Belle exclaimed. “Now you’re really playing the mom role, Belle. Is it because ya don’t got one?” Immediately the two girls went silent, staring at Nate, gaping at his harsh words. “You’re all going to pretend like it’s still a shock, huh? When are you going to get over it?” “Didn’t you ever care for your mom.. Asshole?” Belle spat. Now it was his turn to stare. Belle never swore. “Whatever.” He said, snatching the soccer ball from Kendall’s hands, and storming off without another word.
“Don’t listen to him. You know he cares, he’s just bitter.” Kendall said, nudging Belle gently with her elbow. She only gave a small sigh in response.
~
Ditch’s eyes fluttered open lazily, peeling herself off the couch on slowly sitting up, a wave of nausea hitting her as she did so. She was on a couch. Not the floor, where she’d passed out. They’d moved her.
That was nice.
She let out a little grumble, or a moan, or some kind of pained noise as brought a hand to her head, closing her eyes momentarily before looking up and around the room.
“Secret’s out.. I blow shit up.” She muttered, and winced again, another pang of nausea hitting her. She felt like she was going to vomit. Ditch lazily glanced at her watch, eyes widening. “Holy fuck.. It’s almost seven.. The other team has to be waiting for us back at HQ, and--” She stood up abruptly, but very quickly realized her mistake, and sat back down on the couch, squeezing her eyes shut again.
“Okay.. might need someone to hang on too.” She whispered. “We just -- we gotta get back to HQ. I’ll explain everything, really, everything..” Ditch promised again. “The nausea will pass,” She reminded herself quietly.
(Everyone's next post should include them ending up back in HQ.) | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,478 | 1,193 | 170 | 195 | 102 | Omega took note of each of his teammates as they filed into the room. He was glad that they all followed his advice. It seemed like a step in the right direction for cooperation, albeit an extremely small step. For Ditch’s sake, he wanted this team thing to work, seeing how much she's risked. He was too noble for his own good sometimes. Why should he even care about Ditch and her plans? Well, for Omega the answer was simple: she’s one of the good guys. His desire to do the right thing all the time might be his downfall one day, but that never stopped him before.
Raven Tale spoke up as she took a seat on the floor.
"Someone, please, explain what happened while we were separated."
“Well, you were there, Raven, when Graffiti attacked Rose. During that I had managed to catch Walker, but Ditch decided to let him go...told me she’d explain.”
He looked down at the still unconscious girl, still puzzled by her true motives.
“While you all were outside, Ditch broke up the fight and kicked Graffiti off the team on the spot. Ditch was beyond pissed. Next thing I know she’s glowing and panicking and running out of the building. And you saw the results of that.”
He turned his head to look at his team. They all looked pretty spent. He studied them as he went back through the mission in his head:
We’ve got a real ragtag bunch here. A blind girl with an extreme amount of determination, from what I’ve seen. And now, I know her as Aurora, the music lover. The things I’ve seen from her in the past couple of days kind of amazes me.
He looked down at her as she hung her head to the side, looking like she just ran a marathon. Seeing her like that made her seem even smaller than she already was and he had a little sympathy for the girl, whom he hoped he could call a friend in the future.
He glanced up at Ecto who was floating next to her and noticed he had a scar on his side. Strangely, it looked pretty fresh, but he couldn’t quite tell through the ghostly glow.
Ghost Boy seems a little lost to me. Like he wants to do well and contribute, but he’s not quite sure how. He has really interesting abilities, though, and could prove to be a great asset.
He then turned his head in Wraith’s direction without fully facing her, not wanting to turn his back on Ditch. Her nose was swollen from the hit she took. She seemed calm, but Omega once again knew that it was an act. She had just had quite the ordeal and no one would be cool and collected after what just happened to her.
This Wraith girl is pretty unstable, but I can tell that a lot of that is maybe confusion or frustration. Perhaps she has something to prove, or maybe she’s just young and dumb and doesn’t know what it really means to help people. Either way, she did refrain from fighting Raven Tale, which tells me that she does have a little sense. Hopefully, she starts using more of it before she ends up in serious trouble.
He turned his attention back to Ditch and sighed. What was he really doing here with these people? Was this really the right thing? It had been such a disaster so far. He wondered if the other team had as much trouble with Scarlet Shifter. A screw-up with someone like Shifter could mean a world of hurt. There was an office chair nearby, and he took a seat and popped in his earbuds, attempting to unwind from some of the craziness that had just ensued.
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A while later, Ditch started to stir and Omega took his earbuds out. He leaned forward in his chair with elbows rested on his knees and his fingers clasped. When she arose, she had a sickly look on her face, and he thought she was going to puke right there on the spot. After a failed attempt to stand, she started muttering, clearly unhinged by her current state.
“Okay.. might need someone to hang on too,” she whispered. “We just -- we gotta get back to HQ. I’ll explain everything, really, everything..” Ditch promised again. “The nausea will pass.”
Omega looked around the room at the options and realized that, once again, it would be on him to help her.
“I got you...just don’t throw up on me. Looks like we’re making quite the acquaintance today, Ditch.”
He got up and helped his teammate off the couch, letting her put her weight on his shoulder while his hand was around her waist. He was half expecting her to collapse again before they arrived at HQ.
“I think we should all take separate routes back to HQ. A large group moving together might get noticed. Ditch and I will be alright on our own. Hopefully, she trusts me for that much, at least.”
Since there was still a police presence around the scene downstairs, he found an alternate route out of the building. It was well past the end of the work day and the sun was beginning to set, so the streets weren’t very crowded at all.
They made it back HQ without being followed and Ditch was mostly recovered by that time. Omega then began to assess the renovations that had been made so far, staying within close enough proximity to Ditch to hear her whenever she started debriefing the team. | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,479 | 1,193 | 171 | 1,284 | 117 | TURN BACK
Turn Back gratefully took the kick from Tank and turned around, ready to go after the Pyro. Before he could get far though, he was interrupted by yelling and the flashing of teleportation. He growled in frustration and charged his staff again, swinging it at part of the ruined street and creating another crater. He stood up straight and pulled off his ruined hoodie, pulling up his sleeves to inspect his burned arms. "I didn't see them with Reaper or Scarlett, we can only hope they got away..." He paused and stared at his arms, confused. He had been on fire for a little bit there, he should have had second or third degree burns at least. Instead...
Turn Back touched his left forearm, his brow furrowing further. It was tender, like a sunburn or steam exposure; and it was red. But it should have been much worse than this. He flexed his shoulders experimentally, knowing his back had been set on fire as well. There was the stinging again, but it wasn't really pain. Not like it should have been. "Um... In any case though... We should, uh... Get back to HQ, right?" He could feel a pressure building in his head, and itching in the fingers on his real hand. It felt like... Extra power, unused. The same feeling he had in the days leading up to his accident. He stepped away from the group again, muttering to himself.
"No no, I spent that power, I spent what Tank gave me... Where is this coming from?" He asked, fear beginning to show in his eyes as he gripped his staff tighter. He tried charging it again, but the purple energy didn't show. "Come on, not again... This can't be happening." He said, trying to stay calm. He waved the staff around again a few more times, trying to channel his power into it before it could start to decay.
"Damn it, damn it!" Turn Back cried out, feeling a lump form in his throat. He was afraid. This couldn't happen again, not now. He yelled in frustration and slammed his staff on the ground in desperation. An orange energy burst forth from his hands, traveling into the staff, much to Turn Back's shock. It filled the staff with an unnatural heat, the top of the staff bursting into white-hot flames. He stared in shock at the glow, completely uncertain about what had just happened. | Name: Jason Grave
Quote: "Pain is temporary. Victory is eternal."
Alias: Turn Back or TB
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Mother (Deceased), Father
Occupation: Office assistant
Appearance: Tall and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.
Jason wears business-type button-up shirts and nice ties for his day job, however once the sun sets it's a very different story. Jason changes from a 'mild-mannered' office person to a darkly-dressed vigilante. He wears a tight black shirt and loose-fit dark jeans. He wears a black glove on his right hand, and has steel-toed boots.
Method of Operation: Jason tends to leap into the middle of a fray, getting into fights with criminals at the drop of a hat. He often allows himself to be hit several times near the beginning of a fight, both to lull his opponents into a sense of security, and to build up his own power. Once he starts to fight back, he uses a folding staff to gather momentum, going for the head, the gut, the knees, any weak point he thinks he can exploit.
Superpower: Kinetic absorbtion and redistribution.
Jason has the ability to absorb and redirect and kinetic energy that he is aware of coming into contact with him. This manifests ina few different ways, as listed below.
Enhanced Stamina
By reabsorbing the energy expended while walking or running, Jason can go much further than the normal person without needing to stop for rest. This is not indefinite however, as some energy is lost with each step.
Limited Invulnerability
So long as Jason is aware of physical attacks made against him, he can absorb the energy of the blow without it harming him. This includes bullets.
Energy Storage/Redirection
Jason can store any kinetic energy absorbed within his body or any object he touches as excess potential energy, to be used as extra force. For example, if he is hit by someone, he can store the energy of that hit into his staff to hit them back with the strength of the staff, and the force they had originally hit him with.
Weaknesses
The energy conversion used by Jason is unstable, making any stored energy equally unstable. If he stores the energy for too long, it will begin to entropy, with explosively catastrophic results. This weakness enhances in both speed and power the more energy is absorbed. For example, the force of an apple hitting his head could lie dormant for weeks or months before detonating, but the power of a train could only be held for a few minutes. In addition to this, Jason is not immune to damage taken from unknown sources, he must be aware of an enemy in order to use his powers to defend himself.
Skills: Jason has learned how to fight, though not in any particular style. More the 'jump and run' tactics young gang members often use on the streets, with the major exception being: Jason doesn't run.
Jason has an above-average understanding of technology, and can familiarize himself with a new computer quite quickly.
Jason is a mediocre baseball player.
Equipment: Folding staff, tucked into a back pocket. Cell phone. Steel-toed boots. A handful of metal nuts
Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, enagaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.
Enemies, on the other hand, see a completely reversed Jason. They see someone who will sit and take a beating, any punishment they can dole out while laughing in their face. Criminals know fear as Turn Back begins to taunt them as he gets up and uses the force of their own blows to beat them senseless. Those who seek to do him harm see a cold, hard face with an icy stare before a booted sole darkens their vision, sometimes for the last time.
Biography: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.
Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.
Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.
Theme Song: TBD
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,480 | 1,193 | 172 | 890 | 504 | Girard found out just how little had changed about his rival's temper as she reacted to him purposely taking the hit which seemed to have insulted her leading up to her coming straight for the big man. TB's staff had done its job though surprising and ultimately throwing Rebel off balance and on her ass in a humiliating manner which left her looking like she was about to go on a rampage for it. The fight going on to his side between the boss lady and Sparky seemed to be going nowhere fast either but he was keeping her tied up well which left Turn Back free to deal with the fire bug and he had a damn decent boost to do it with. One thing that hadn't occurred to him was that there hadn't just been three of them when they arrived, there had been a fourth so where the hell was he. Maybe he had tried to chase Reaper which if she was using her power would make it damn near impossible on foot to find the two women so it was only a matter of time before the man would be back in action.
However, the thought was proven wrong as the man pulled up from behind the two women and made a quick gesture that looked negative. Given the 'leader's' reaction it seemed like the opposing group was about ready to start retreating which didn't seem like it was going to be an easy matter. Not to mention Rebel looked as if she was going to have none of it more interested in fighting him than getting out until at least some reason managed to filter through her iron hard skull. As much issues as he thought they would have with an evac turned out to be inconsequential as a white haired woman started to teleport them out one by one and honestly there wasn't much they could do to stop them on such short notice. It was such a brief conflict that the sudden cut off left the big man full of adrenaline and with nowhere or nothing to expend it on currently.
Girard heard Turn Back referencing the fact neither or reaper or Scarlet had seemed to get caught which he nodded to the man in agreement that it was a good thing. They couldn't afford to let the bastards get what or who they wanted as it would just making fighting them harder in the long run not to mention end up screwing with the people who they did get. Though for now getting out of the area was seeming more and more like a good plan than before in case another squad got sent after them or worse. The thought had preoccupied the big man for a moment before he once again heard TB only much more frantic. He looked over to his comrade to see him well and truly freaking out over something which he didn't understand. It might have been due to his power which the glowing orange around him was kind of giving away as opposed to the purple he had seen before but whatever it was brought out fear in the smaller man. When his staff suddenly burst into flames it was a hell of a sight what with white hot flames spouting off the top of it and seemingly for no reason beyond the energy pouring into it.
"Uh I don't know what that was or how it happened just now but I still say getting out of here would be a very good idea. We can figure this shit out once we get back to HQ or something." Tank said reiterating his previously valid point but also trying to get Turn Back into reality again because its where they all needed to be at the moment.
A light, by his standards, grip on his ally's shoulder was to help get his attention and assure him all the same that they would look into the new development. The big man gave a nod of approval to Sparky who had done his job fairly well as far as he knew but also to make sure he got he message as well.
"This was a damn mess of a situation, just hope the others didn't have it this bad." Girard said offhandedly ready to move at the drop of the hat which he would once the others started to go not wanting any surprises to pick them off after the whole incident.
Once the three men were ready and sure Reaper wasn't going to reappear they moved off towards the theater.
Tank walked up to the HQ following both Turn Back and Sparky the latter of which was looking rather tired after the whole encounter and the trek back. The big man saw the lightning bug go find himself a dark corner once he got inside and figured he was going to rest for awhile while he and TB made there way further in. It wasn't hard to tell something was up between the couple of team members who where there not all of them present quite yet. He knew they were going to get a debriefing from Ditch most likely though it probably wouldn't just be how the mission went, the opposition they faced made sure of that.
"Hows everyone doing? You guys look a bit rough." Girard asked noticing that Ditch was looking a bit under the weather but other than a few scrapes and maybe a bruise there was nothing to say how they're mission went. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
Relationships:
Extra: We are not normal. |
43,481 | 1,193 | 173 | 468 | 617 | So many problems in such a short time. A sigh escaping her lips, Raven began to think. This was not good, already they lost a team mate, yes she did not like Graffiti too much but she had to admit her powers could come in handy. She only hopes Umbra dose not get a hold of the woman in the long run. No one should go through such torment.
They needed to work together somehow, to learn the inside and outs of each other's abilities and work off of them. To know where they excel and fail at. She couldn't help but compare it to her own partnerships in the arena. She knew everything there is to know about Loki, and because of that they are victors, but with a new animal she just met, she seems to come up short.
Its the same thing here, they don't know each other. They may as well be animals in a sense of the lack of communication, the only one she semi knows is Omega and that was by accident.
No need in worrying about it when there is nothing that can be done though. She was tired, her breathing was slowing down, and her legs felt heavy as she let them slump to the floor. She was a light enough sleeper when in situations like this, not the first time she needed to rest in the streets in order to summon Dullahan to get home safely. "I must rest for a moment, I shall wake when needed." Her voice tired and quiet, she aloud her shoulder's to relax, yet even when she allowed sleep to take her, Raven still found her hand to be gripping the ebony cane. She was lucky, this time she was left dreamless.
By the time she woke up, she heard Ditch ask for help in standing. Seems the poor thing was not yet at her full strength, standing herself she began to take in her surroundings. The others were awake, Ditch leaning on someone, most likely Omega, the male explaining how they should all go separate ways and meet up at HQ. Nodding her head, Raven listened, more will be explained back in their known territory. Least they had that, the entire night was like a spinning chair, you couldn't tell what was going on, all that you know was you didn't have enough strength to control it.
"Than I'll see you there, Ecto, Wraith, are you two well enough to travel alone?" She could at least take one with her if they were injured, better to be safe than killed.
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The sound of a motorcycle heard outside of HQ, followed by the light bray of a horse. Raven began to dismount, patting the creature that to her, felt like lean muscle and soft fur. "Thank you my friend," Dullahan shaking it's neck, causing the motorcycle to shake slightly, she began to smile.
The place smelled different, fresh wood-shavings and oil, some metal as well. Trash no longer kicked up at her feet, and the tapping of her cane bounced off of what may be machines or supplies, who knows, maybe the place was already starting to be refurnished. "How are you feeling Ditch?"
She couldn't help but worry slightly for the woman. The amount of power that left her could not have been pleasant. The night full of stress and new plans having to be made could not be good. | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,482 | 1,193 | 174 | 314 | 285 | Minutes dragged like hours in the quiet of the office building, nothing but twin breathing and the sound of passing traffic now and then filling the air. Somewhere inside the building a clock ticked away with each second, barely heard as Reaper waited a bit longer, chest barely moving with each intake of air as she hovered skin to a gargoyle over Scarlett, waiting for any sign of being followed.
Yet no one came. That was both a relief and rather worrisome. It could mean untold amount of things, the worst being that Talky and the Cat Bandits had succeeded in taking down her teammates and were now surrounding the building, the best being that the others had dispatched them handily and were now waiting for her. However, the former didn’t seem quite as likely – not because she believed in her teammates, but Reaper couldn’t sense any unusual beacons around the building.
So what to do? Returning to the battlefield risked putting everything in jeopardy once more if the fight wasn’t already done in their favor, but taking Scarlett to the auditorium would be showing her exactly where they were located. Not to mention the fact that Reaper wasn’t quite sure her patch job was working as well as she hoped. Following that logic, it all lead to one conclusion, even if it made Reaper’s chest twist painfully at the thought of leaving the others even longer, but Reaper wouldn’t be returning to the fight. They had, after all, primarily wanted Scarlet Shifter out of Umbra’s clutches.
“Hope you know what you’re doing…” The vigilante muttered to herself even as she retrieved her phone, hitting the only favorited contact and settling by Scarlet. The call was answered immediately, Reaper launching right in.
“Call Dr. Stagelson and have him set up the regular room for me. … No, not actually for me, I’m bringing someone. Yes, calm down. No I don’t – actually that’d be nice, yeah. Thank you, I’ll call again when I’m done.” Phone call done and device pocketed the hooded vigilante turned to the source of her conversation, sighing seeing that Scarlet Shifter was still out of it. Looks like Reaper was still going to have to carry her, which wasn’t necessarily bad; at least Scarlett wouldn’t be able to see where they were going. At least that’s what Reaper told herself as she once more carefully hefted the shapeshifter up and practically across her back with a low grunt.
Edging to the window Reaper gave one last sweep across the street below, and only when she determined there was no one nearby did she pick out a shadow across the street – on the roof – to shadow step to. It was slower this way, less of a smooth gait from shadow to shadow but rather a stumbling tourist stopping for directions. Roofs weren’t nearly quite as accommodating as shadows, though the late time and setting sun did help. Preserving her energy with short steps it took Reaper a decent amount of time to reach her destination, but soon she was standing on the roof opposite a rather large, swanky clinic. She almost groaned in relief seeing that one specific window near the top floor was open, the lights inside dimmed to cast shadows against the wall and floor.
One more quick shadowstep had Reaper inside, staggering in the darkened room to the nearby bed of the private room. It spoke of the quality of the bed that it didn’t so much as creak under the weight of Scarlett. With some maneuvering the other redhead was soon on the bed, Reaper leaning heavily against the railing as she caught her breath. One person normally wasn’t so much trouble, but between having to carry them and the usual strain of taking another person? She deserved at least a small break.
Whatever time she had to relax was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and out of reflex Reaper already had one ankle in the shadows before recognizing the man that came in. An average looking man, balding with a pencil thin frame barely glanced at Reaper before calmly shutting the door behind him and flicking one of the switches to fill the room with a dim light. All business he briskly walked over, his roaming gaze immediately picking out the injury, not to mention who his patient was.
“Well, you’re certainly full of surprises, Miss…?” He trailed off to look to the vigilante expectantly, waiting for whatever name she used in front of his new patient, be it real or alias.
“Reaper.”
“How morbid. You should pick a new one for when you visit.”
“Not creative enough for that, Dr. Stagelson.”
“Nonsense, you young people are full of imagination,” Dr. Stagelson soon lost interest in the conversation to fix his spectacles, leaning in and examining the deep wound in Scarlett’s shoulder. His fingers soon were at the wound, messing with Reaper’s handiwork. “Well, I could definitely help – though if she’ll regain full use of her arm is hard to say. I’d have to start poking around, considering what she’s probably been subjected to… Unless you want her to, ah, be a little more distracted next time you speak?” The doctor looked to Reaper pointedly, immediately raising her hackles.
“I don’t need to – to torture her! Just patch her up, maybe keep her out of it for the night – for everyone’s safety.”
“Of course, of course. Merely a suggestion, considering who she is.”
“I’m aware. Just… keep her calm and fix her up, I’ll figure out what to do with her by tomorrow morning.”
“Oh? Was bringing her here the extent of your plan, Reaper?” When the vigilante didn’t respond Dr. Stagelson chuckled. “Not to step on the toes of my most prestigious client, of course. Go on then, she’s in safe hands, and no one will know she’s here.” Reaper huffed, but finally bowed her head.
“Thank you, Doctor Stagelson. I’ll have someone call in later,” When the doctor merely waved her off and began to call for a nurse Reaper took her cue to step back, finding the one corner still darkened and disappearing into it.
It was almost refreshing to only be shadow stepping by herself again, no weight slowing her down or the extra tug of her powers from moving with another. Once more it was like an average stroll through the park, if the park was dark and clung to her ankles with every step. Though, the weariness and ache in her bones was settling as well without the adrenaline to keep it back. It didn’t take much longer to get to the headquarters in old run down Racket Avenue, though it was tempting to double back to the site of Scarlett’s hideout. Enough time had passed however that Reaper would think it was either do or die, and so it was with a tight feeling in her chest that Reaper stepped out of the shadows opposite the auditorium to open the great doors.
“Oh thank god,” The vigilante muttered to herself, almost slumping seeing the three men she was most interested in. Levi was off resting, while Turn Back and Tank were farther in with some of the others. Everyone had made it out alright. Feeling a surge of energy Reaper stepped inside and closed the large doors behind her, trudging over to the others and hopping onto the stage to sit on the edge heavily. Unfortunately with the renovations there was barely any shadows to get up to her favorite place, the platform above the stage.
“Scarlett’s being taken care of,” Reaper muttered to the others, giving a thumbs up to them. “Looks like none of you lost a limb without me either,” The vigilante added on, flopping back onto the stage. She turned her hooded head to the side, peering at the ‘Wall Walker Team’ with her blackened eyes. Really, she was talking too much in her relief – companionship was turning her soft after just a few days.
“… I’m guessing things didn’t go well on the other side?” | Name
Zoey KasimirQuote
--Alias
ReaperAge
23Gender
FemaleFamily
Father . Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.Occupation
University student.Appearance
Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.
Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.Method of Operation
Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.
Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.Personality
Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?Superpower
Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.Skills
Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’Biography
As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for university across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.
Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?
Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.Theme Song
Money - Mystery SkullsRelationships
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We’re not normal, that’s for sure. |
43,483 | 1,193 | 175 | 311 | 56 | “Well, you were there, Raven, when Graffiti attacked Rose." What? Why would she do that?
"During that I had managed to catch Walker, but Ditch decided to let him go...told me she’d explain.” What. The. Shit.
"She... she got kicked out?" - he asked, but there was no answer. Omega was deep in thought.
That's great. Yeah, really great. Wraith pulls out my insides and nobody gives a second glance, while Graffiti gets demonized for getting in a fight with Black Rose. Is this how we roll now?
But why did they jump at each other...?
"So many problems in such a short time." Raven sighed.
"You can say that again. What was that all about?"
“We just -- we gotta get back to HQ. I’ll explain everything, really, everything..”
"EVERYTHING? Okay. Alright. Great. Then let's go, because we really gotta talk about this crap. - he was getting really angry, feeling shoved aside and left in the dark.
"Than I'll see you there, Ecto, Wraith, are you two well enough to travel alone?"
"Thanks Raven, but I think I'll go alone, I need to clear my head." Then he stormed off.
God dammit, I screwed up! I was completely useless! ... and I shouldn't have been rude to Raven. His side still hurt with burning pain, but Ecto was way too upset and guilty to care about it. Raven Tale has been nothing but helpful and comforting. She actually reminded him of an elf, or a sorcerer out of a fairy tale, bedtime stories he heard from his father when he was a child. He used to love those... And he was very grateful for what was most likely saving his life. I need to thank her someway.
He was furious when his thoughts wondered to Wraith. What the hell is wrong with her? She was like oh Ecto is in the way but who cares I need to murder something. Does she find the idea of not killing someone SO unbearable? Does she do this all the time? Are we working with a serial killer psycho? Or was this just a scare tactic? If it was, it was really crappy.
But then why would Ditch invite her to the team if she wasn't reliable? Then again, Graffiti was invited as well. Graffiti... I wonder what happened. Won't she be in danger alone? I really need to talk to Ditch about this. AGH, Screw this! I really hope this was worth getting eviscerated.
He eventually reached the Warehouse and slipped in from the topside window. Some of the others were already waiting there. He took his place on the side, folded his arms, crossed his legs, and brooded quietly while waiting for everyone to finally arrive.
“… I’m guessing things didn’t go well on the other side?” - Reaper asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.
"I guess you could say that we were... torn apart from the inside." - he would have actually found this funny, if he was in the mood. But he really wasn't. | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
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Wraith barely registered what the others were saying. She'd been able to figure most of it out already, to a point. The only thing that surprised her was hearing that Graffiti had been kicked, which added 'being kicked out' to her list of worries. As much as she had found them difficult to work with, she couldn't make herself believe that having to deal with Umbra's people on her own was a better solution.
As the other vigilantes left one by one, it seemed like everyone knew that the operation hadn't exactly been successful, to put it lightly. Wraith was slightly surprised that Graffiti had been kicked out of the group, considering her own personal actions seemed to conflict with their ideas a little more. She wasn't going to take it at face value, though. It wasn't like they were going to be all smiles and hugs and just assume that she wouldn't do it again. The group were a lot of things - moralistic, self-righteous and irritating to name a few - but stupid wasn't one of them.
She didn't say much in response to Raven's question, only a mumbled "I'm fine." and a slight nod. She didn't trust herself to say any more until they'd all left since she was barely holding her façade together at that point. Trying to say anything more would only make her lose her composure, and she didn't want to show weakness in front of the group. No point in giving them anything else against her.
Once the last person had left, she took off her mask, wincing as she touched her nose, and sat down on the ground again. The world was spinning, and she felt sick. Why did she feel sick? What was wrong with her? She'd killed before, hadn't she? It's not like it was the first time she'd hurt someone. It was just the first time that she hadn't meant it. She felt confused, afraid, vulnerable. To anyone who'd looked in the room at that moment, she'd have just seemed like a scared little girl. Pathetic, aren't you, Kara? she laughed to herself quietly, slightly hysterical. You really are just a stupid little kid.
It took her a few moments to even summon the willpower to stand up and control her emotions. Even more was needed to take the first step on her way to the headquarters, ignoring the startled yell of a police officer as she phased through a wall inches away from his face, thankfully having put her mask back in place. Once she started moving it seemed as though her feet moved without any input on her part, taking her towards Racket Avenue.
I guess I'm back here again. She didn't expect a warm welcome, but she hadn't run away. That had to count for something! At the very least, it made her braver than most criminals - braver than a coward like Walker was.
Wraith decided to avoid drawing any more suspicion, so she decided that she'd just go in through the front door instead of doing any more phasing. She seemed to be a little late, as most of the others weren't there yet. Her walk had given her a little time to compose herself, but it hadn't been as much as she'd hoped. She wasn't really sure how she'd handle the inevitable interrogation that she expected. It was true that some of them had a reason to be angry with her, Ecto coming to mind, but for the most part, they just had different methods of operation.
I'm not worse than them. I'm one of the good guys. That thought kept circling around Wraith's head, repeating itself over and over in the girl's mind. It was certainly true in her head at the time, even if her thoughts insisted on being contrary at this particular moment. She had to convince them of that. Of course, it would help her case immensely if she were able to convince herself.
Steeling what was left of her courage, Wraith walked past Ecto, and into the room. | Name: Kara Banks
Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.
During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.
When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.
Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.
If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.
Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.
Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.
Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.
Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.
Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.
In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.
She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.
Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.
For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.
After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.
Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound
Relationships: Not discussed
Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal. |
43,485 | 1,193 | 177 | 469 | 141 | This time, Ditch didn’t take her perch up on the floating platform. She sat on the stage, looking both sickly and sad at the same time. She held her skeleton mask in a balled up fist.
"Hows everyone doing? You guys look a bit rough." Ditch looked to Tank, Levi, and TB, a small smile arising on her face as she let out a relieved exhale. “We’re alright. Glad to see you made it back in one piece.”
"How are you feeling Ditch?"
It kind of looked like Ditch wanted to reply with some angry, sarcastic response, but of course Raven Tale could not know that. Instead Ditch let out a small sigh, and said, “..Better now. Thanks.”
“… I’m guessing things didn’t go well on the other side?” "I guess you could say that we were... torn apart from the inside." Ditch let out a kind of snort-laugh, rubbing her eyes until she rested her gaze on Ecto, the sad smile fading. “Wait, you mean -- shit, Ecto, are you alright?” Ditch jumped off the stage, moving closer towards Ecto but not stepping right up to him.
Wraith slunk into the room, and Ditch frowned. "Okay.. there were some.. large developments on our side." She rubbed her eyes once again. “I kicked Graffiti off the team. She wanted not only to spill unnecessary blood, but struck up a fight with a fellow team member for no reason. Their actions were lethal to the mission, and I ended up letting Walker go. I couldn’t gain his trust. It only could’ve gone downhill from there.”
Her gaze fell on Wraith and she let out a little sigh. “There’s a difference, between killing who you think is bad and doing justice. As a vigilante, death should be a last resort. Even if they are criminals." Ditch spoke. "But you can learn, and I can forgive you. If Ecto does.” She gestured to the ghost vigilante.
She turned to look back at Team Scarlet. “More on our side later. I need to hear how it went with you. You said Scarlet was being taken care of, Reaper? A doctor? Was she injured that badly? Are you sure it’s a doctor you can trust?” | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,486 | 1,193 | 178 | 468 | 617 | All Raven had done was nod her head, taking a seat down on the floor once more. She didn't have time to go looking for a chair or platform that was unoccupied so it would have to do. One by one she began to hear more come inside, the heavy steps of Tank, the strange ethereal steps of Ecto, the unheard but somehow felt movements of Reaper.
She was lucky her team mates all had such unique movements, easier to find out who was who. Her head rose when she heard Wraith though, the girl was...strange. More so than normal, her movements were stiff, uneasy, she was hesitant to move past her and Ecto.
Already she began going through what the girl had done today, thrown her hand through Ecto without a second thought, not saying a single thing about her team mate being inside. If she knew he was there, she could easily have killed him. But what else was new? She killed many normal people all the time it seemed.
But than again, Wraith refused to fight herself. Raven was ready even, she had her own Wraith, Kaite ready for battle, armed with an ebony cane. It would have been a much more interesting encounter for her than the crumpled heap of Walker and Ecto. But than she refused, going on how she wouldn't fight a fellow vigilant, how she had her own code, how she was a good guy...
She was in deep thought, trying to study everyone's motives for what they did that night. Only one she couldn't figure out was Graffiti, but when Ditch jumped down, the woman grabbed Raven's attention.
"But you can learn, and I can forgive you. If Ecto does.”
Hearing the words, Raven began to take slow breaths, her voice unmoved. Simply there to give information and nothing more. She was happy for that voice, it never gave what side she was on away. "Wraith, did you even have knowledge of Ecto being in harms way?" Turning her head to listen to Wraith she began again.
"You spoke of how you refused to fight me, how you would not harm a team mate. Yet you could have vary well almost ended Ecto's life. You would make no sense unless you didn't know. I'm not going to say I agree with your motives, I disdain them in fact. But I'd rather not get a picture of you unless I have all the pieces."
They needed to find a way to avoid something like that. If Fuax decided not to help her, than things would have turned out differently. Ecto vary well could have died in that ally way. People like Wraith had to know what could hurt a team mate, hell everyone should know who can hurt who so they don't do such things again. What if someone had sound manipulation and used it around herself? She wouldn't be the only one in danger, every summon she had would turn on her from the amount of terror such a action would cause.
"I believe we should lay thing out in the open. What could harm us, what we shouldn't do to one another. If we knew each other's strengths and weaknesses, we would be far more efficient." Well, might as well go by example, if she was not willing to explain a weakness than who else would.
"Like myself, I can not be in silence, the amount of damage that would cause me is enough to turn my summons against me. Imagine if we had someone with sound manipulation and he or she did not know?"
She shuddered at that thought, silence, soul shattering silence. No, never again, she will never deal with such a thing again.
instead she focused on Reaper after hearing about their mission. Seems they got her, but she was inured. "Hopefully she could be out of harms way soon." | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,487 | 1,193 | 179 | 311 | 56 | “Wait, you mean -- shit, Ecto, are you alright?”
Ecto slowly looked up to Ditch. Of course, she couldn't have known, she was busy with Walker, and they fell thorugh the wall. Maybe they really didn't see, or didn't expect...
"Yeah, I'm better, thanks to Raven." He gave a feeble smile towards Raven tale. "I just need a bit of time, this should go away in a day, I think. Thanks for asking, though." He gave a feeble smile to her.
Ditch explained how the mission went - not good - and then turned to Wraith.
"I can forgive you. If Ecto does." - he frowned thought about some choice words, he heard Raven Tale's voice.
"You spoke of how you refused to fight me, how you would not harm a team mate. Yet you could have very well almost ended Ecto's life. You would make no sense unless you didn't know." True Wraith did seem a bit shaken by what happened. Maybe it's being bashed in the face... or maybe Raven's right.
He stared at the wall on his left, took a deep breath, and started speaking.
"A few days ago, when we first met up here, while on my way here, I noticed a guy trying to jack a car. He was a young dude, maybe not even twenty. Just a stupid kid who thought he could get a nice car to get chicks, or maybe sell it on the black market. I snuck up to him and gave him a good scare. Aaand it's possible that one of his hands got broken in the process.
Now I'm not saying that this night could turn his life around, but he certainly won't be stealing cars in the future, and while his hand heals, he has time to think." - Ecto stood up, and turned his head to Wraith. - "Tell me, would you have killed him?" - he walked up to her.
"I'm trying REALLY HARD to understand you. To get what's going on in your head. But I'm no telepath, and can only hope that you are better than a serial killer. I do believe that what happened was unintentional, I was there. But I need to know that you are not a monster like the ones we are trying to bring down. Don't break my heart, Wraith. Not AGAIN. ' | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,488 | 1,193 | 180 | 314 | 285 | Well. There were some things that Reaper was expecting from the team assigned to Wall Walker, but an utter train wreck wasn’t one of them.
The team starting to tear each other inside out – literally, if she’s getting the read off what they’re saying about Ecto right – definitely wasn’t one of the things she was expecting. It took time to get people used to each other, in a team or hunting in a pack. Out on the field wasn’t the time to start nipping at each other’s heels to jockey for position however, but it seemed the others didn’t get the memo. Really, and she was worried about Levi? At least he kept his theatrics in the theater.
So Graffiti was off, with nothing but her colorful addition to the wall to remember her by. Soon even that would be painted over by whoever was hired to work on this dump. As for the other apparent source of their trouble? Wraith was slinking around like a kicked puppy with her tail between her legs, no doubt aware of the looks of others as Ditch spoke to her. Well, except for Raven Tale anyway, though the blind vigilante still spoke in her defense. At least Wraith’s destruction seemed unintentional. Then Ditch was in front of her, leaving Wraith to sort out their problems with Ecto as Reaper focused on their apparent leader, leaning back with her palms flat against the stage once more in an echo of their first meeting.
“A doctor, yes. Discrete. In my service,” Technically on her payroll, but considering that Ditch already knew who she was she was sure the hacker could figure that out. As for the others? A little mystery wasn’t bad, especially since who knew if someone else would break off after Graffiti? “Ecto. Talk to me before you leave. I’ll refer you to him. He’ll check you over.” But, well, mystery didn’t mean she couldn’t look after the others, especially if it was as serious as they seemed to make it. Her piece wedged between Ecto and Wraith’s conversation the redhead then turned her blackened eyes to Ditch once more, continuing where she left off.
“Scarlet was hurt on finding her. The wound got more aggravated in a scuffle. Bandaged it best we could.” Here Reaper paused, glancing to her teammates, the ones who had her back during the entire ordeal. At the moment she was really glad that they hadn’t split down the middle. “… Then Umbra’s men showed up. For Scarlet. Four of them. Did something to make us slow, like thinking in molasses, but weren’t expecting us. I distracted them. Tank got Scarlet out. I shadow stepped her away while Levi and turn Back covered us. After the doctor, came here.” The question in Reaper’s voice near the end was obvious as she turned from speaking to Ditch to look over the three men once more. Honestly Tank, Turn Back, and Levi didn’t look too worse for wear, especially considering they were not only outnumbered with her loss but against the men under employ of Umbra. A little singed if she was looking correctly, but not too bad. Reaper bowed her head just slightly in acknowledgement of their actions.
“The offer stands to you three especially. I was not there to help defend you from any injuries. If you need medical attention my Doctor will provide it.” | Name
Zoey KasimirQuote
--Alias
ReaperAge
23Gender
FemaleFamily
Father . Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.Occupation
University student.Appearance
Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.
Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.Method of Operation
Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.
Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.Personality
Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?Superpower
Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.Skills
Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’Biography
As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for university across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.
Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?
Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.Theme Song
Money - Mystery SkullsRelationships
None currently.Extra
We’re not normal, that’s for sure. |
43,489 | 1,193 | 181 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Interacting with: Hq peeps
As soon as Levi groggily entered the hq, he slunk to a dark corner and rested against the wall to catch himself. Seems like the injury from the second floor collapse took a bit more toll than what Levi thought it would. The conversation happening around him were as if they were silent whispers, barely audible to Levi though he did get a general gist. For some reason, Walker's team was worse for wear than them who went for Scarlet.
With one eye slightly ajar he silently watched the other conversing under the guise of darkness. Levi himself could feel the subtle and short glances of worry or wonder thrown at him, but he took no heed of it, instead focusing on recuperating. Now focusing on the conversation between Ditch and Reaper, with Ditch expressing concern- or rather distrust at Reaper taking the initiative to get Scarlet a doctor, Levi honestly didn't care nor mind. Not many doctors are actually willing to operate on superpowered individuals.
Levi dosed off and on during the conversation, he was also very tired apparently. Walking up when Reaper said;
“The offer stands to you three especially. I was not there to help defend you from any injuries. If you need medical attention my Doctor will provide it.”
"N- Not necessary." Levi replied, both eyes now open in an attempt to not make anyone worry about him, unintentionally stuttering. "... Tend to the others, they seem more worse for wear than me." | Name: Avery Quinton
Quote: "Life's short, let's live it!"
Alias: Lightning's Tempo
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: Estranged from all her family members
Occupation: Travelling 'Hero'
Appearance:
The most striking feature of Avery are her fiery red hair, and her emerald tinted eyes. She can be called beautiful on occasion but doesn't try to be. Her natural beauty is outstanding, but she never cares much for makeup or fine clothing, instead opting for the messy approach in her attire.
Method of Operation: She prefers to be 'loud' and 'proud', letting the enemy know she's there with her flashy attacks and moves. Even the color of her lightning draws attention. While loud and proud there is a certain grave and finesse in the way she executes her power, being amazingly fluid, yet strong.
Superpower: Same with Levi, but has a certain amount of mastery over it, being able to best Levi in his fights. Because of this she is a sort of 'teacher' to him, but notices his talent for the powers and knows soon that he will surpass him.
Skills: Cooks, Gardens and adores puzzles.
Equipment: ---
Personality: Avery is the opposite of Levi, she is fun, loving and has a certain kind of hope for the human race. She believes that there is inherent goodness in everyone, and tried to find good qualities in even the worst people. However this doesn't fog up her actions and will act necessary if the situation calls for it.
Shee tries and sees the silver lining in situations, being able to make the most drab situation have a positive outcome. She is also extremely charismatic, being able to weave her words in such a way that the people around her will feel astounded, and she can weasel her way out of a confrontation usually with her words.
Sometimes, she will get into a sort of funk, for failing to protect Jaine and Levi from 'them' and will usually ponder hours on end. In this stage she is melancholic and tries to be alone to think about what she could have done. These 'funks' usually last hours, and if anyone was there they could tell the unending sorrow and regret laced on her face for her self-deemed 'failure'. However she usually will have the stupid smile on her face again after a while and remembering Jaine's words.
Biography: Avery discovered her powers at a young age, but chose to hide it from her close friends and family, except for Jaine, Jaine helped her cope with her powers and told her to accept it as part of her, and so she trained it from youth. She was best friends with Jaine, Levi's sister. They basically grew up with one another, and were best of friends. They basically did everything together and were basically inseparable siblings.That is to say until the day Levi disappeared, Jaine was a mess and tried to look everywhere, it was Avery that calmed her down and assured that she would look for Levi with her.
Then Jaine disappeared as well, and that even took days to locate and track both of them. By the time she arrived she saw the aftermath, bodies skewn all over the floor and the smell of blood still ever pungent in the air. She spotted Jaine's dead body, she gasped and tears started to flow from her eyes, and then she found Levi, lightning cascading in fury all around him, with the dark room being lit by his bright lightning. Levi attacked her as well, in his fit of blinding rage and fury, he thought Avery was one of the scientist. Sparks of red lightning flew from across the room as a results of their clashes.
After the ensuing fight, he managed to make Levi fall unconscious but she sustained a multitude of wounds, receiving a gash on her back. Even though she was more skilled than Levi, it was a strenuous effort to take someone down with her powers and not kill them. She knelt down in anguish, and screamed from the top of her lungs.
She took Levi under her wing and trained him, noticing his exceptional and notable growth, she knew that Levi's passion was driving him. She left him in Millenium city, and traveled the world looking for EHLM scientists, and works as a 'hero' for hire on the side, and she checks on Levi every so often.
Theme Song: (Optional)
Relationships: (Optional, discuss this with other players!)
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43,490 | 1,193 | 182 | 1,331 | 353 | Wraith
That was actually better than Wraith had expected. It wasn't exactly complete forgiveness, and she doubted that her actions would be forgotten for quite a while, but she'd half expected to end up like the wall in the alley had. The words, while not seeming too harsh, were painful for her to hear. A difference between killing and justice? A last resort? Justice was the only reason she'd killed in the first place. If that's true, what does that make me?
It seemed that she wasn't out of the woods though. All that had really changed was that her fate was up to Ecto now instead of Ditch. Ecto. The guy who she'd torn a hole into by accident, which probably hadn't scored her many points. Did she even deserve forgiveness? From him, or from anyone else? The people she'd killed... Ecto hadn't deserved to be hurt, but did any of them? She'd never even considered that they'd been innocent at the time, but some of them had to have been.
Surprisingly enough, Raven was actually the first one to speak to her. "Wraith, did you even have knowledge of Ecto being in harms way?" Wraith shook her head firmly, replying as quickly as she could.
"I didn't know. I tried to give him time to get out, but even then I didn't think-" she said, cutting off her sentence as soon as Ecto started to speak. It probably made sense to pay attention to him. At the end of the day, he was basically the one deciding Wraith's fate. She listened, as he told his story about the car thief of a few days before, and how he dealt with it. When he turned to look at her, it felt as though her stomach was a block of ice when he asked his question.
"Tell me. Would you have killed him?" Ecto seemed genuinely upset at the idea that she would. She wasn't sure what he wanted from her, but she had a feeling that those in the room who knew more about her 'exploits' would call her out if she lied. She felt sick, almost dizzy, but managed to keep a somewhat composed tone of voice as she started to answer, though anyone who cared to look at her face, or even her body language, could probably tell her real state of mind.
"Are you asking me what I would have done a few days ago? If you are, then my answer is yes. I've killed a lot of people just like him. It might not be the one you want to hear, but you've given me a chance and I'm not about to repay that by lying to you. But if you're asking what I-I'd do now-" her voice cracked slightly, the fear and confusion she'd been struggling with over the past few hours boiling to the surface, shattering her cool, collected mask. She knew she was making herself vulnerable, knew she was just showing herself as weak, but she couldn't keep it together anymore.
"S-sorry." she muttered, clenching her fists. "If you're asking me what I'd do now, if I found someone like that, then I don't know. I just- I just don't know, okay! I don't know if I'd kill him! I don't know if I was ever right! I don't know if I am any better than a murderer!" with the loss of her put-on personality, she just sounded like a scared little kid, but she was too preoccupied to even think about it.
"I-I was trying to do the right thing. It's just-" she was glad for her physical mask at that moment. It meant that no-one could see how close she was to crying, since the silver hid her tears. When she finally finished speaking, her voice was barely more than a whisper. "If what I did was wrong, if none of them deserved it, then I really am a monster, you know?"
Ecto could judge her on that. He'd have to, seeing as Wraith couldn't even bring herself to look at anyone in the room. She didn't want to see them look back. | Name: Kara Banks
Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.
During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.
When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.
Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.
If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.
Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.
Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.
Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.
Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.
Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.
In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.
She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.
Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.
For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.
After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.
Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound
Relationships: Not discussed
Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal. |
43,491 | 1,193 | 183 | 195 | 102 | The debriefing was uninteresting in the beginning. Nothing Omega hadn’t just been a part of. He stood in a spot near the middle of the crowd, taking in the words of each member. He heard Raven Tale mention weaknesses, hers being silence. That might explain the music addiction. He didn’t really have any to speak of, so he brushed the question aside. He did however make a mental note to remind the others about his gravity fields. If they were going to fight together, that was definitely going to come into play, and his teammates would have to know how to deal with it.
Omega listened a bit more intently as the conversation turned to Scarlett Shifter. Apparently, she had ended up in bad enough condition to need a doctor. Wall Walker had been roughed up, but not nearly enough to need a doctor. He wasn’t really sure if this was good or bad, though keeping her out of Umbra’s clutches was surely a win for them. The other team worked extraordinarily well together. This gave Omega a bit more hope for the overall group even though he knew how bad things had turned out so far. Most of the damage done on their side was done to the team itself.
Speaking of which, the conversation had turned to Ecto and Wraith’s dilemma. Omega had been preoccupied before when it happened, and he didn’t really see the actual consequences of what Wraith had done while he was inside Walker’s body. Now as he listened, he was thankful that Ecto hadn’t died, and it was thanks to the only one of them who couldn’t actually see him. Ecto had turned the conversation down a different path, questioning Wraith’s true motives.
"Tell me, would you have killed him?"
Omega was really interested now. He would finally get a bit of insight as to what made Wraith tick. He had been watching her through the entire mission, and she looked a lot more shaken up now than when she arrived at the orphanage. He watched her break down a little, looking less like a hard-ass and more like the young girl she really was. It seemed that being part of a team and having everyone scrutinize her actions had caused her to question her morals and her methods.
"If what I did was wrong, if none of them deserved it, then I really am a monster, you know?"
Omega had a solemn look on his face. He had actually been waiting for this moment, not nearly expecting it to be this early on. Wraith, in a way, needed to be rebuilt if she was going to be a functional part of this new team. Addressing all of these issues at the start was invaluable.
“Look, Wraith, you’re not a monster. Misguided, reckless, and even childish...but not a monster. I’m not gonna tell you that any killing you did before was justified. Like we all say, it is a last resort. And even then, it isn’t to be taken lightly. But now that you are starting to see that there’s a different way to operate, we can help you. As a matter of fact, we can all help each other. We’re all so used to doing our own thing and being our own way, and clearly, that mindset doesn’t fly in this new environment. We all signed up for this of our own free will and we have to learn to work together in order to succeed.”
He turned to the cluster of vigilantes that dealt with Scarlett.
“If I’m being honest, the rest of us can learn from you guys. You seem to have come together pretty well already. We need to play off of that and make this team thing happen. Umbra has taken down so many powerful supers already, so we know he can’t be taken down by just one person. And with his army steadily growing, we don’t have a whole lot of time for selfish goals or petty arguments. I joined this team because I believe in what Ditch is fighting for and I believe in the abilities of the people in this room. I’m not gonna let Umbra win and I hope all of you share that same sentiment.”
He wasn’t really expecting to make some grand speech, but after what he had seen in this last mission, he was still slightly on the fence; yet he hoped that something positive would start to show itself and confirm that he made the right choice in partnering with these other vigilantes. | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,492 | 1,193 | 184 | 890 | 504 | “We’re alright. Glad to see you made it back in one piece.”
Girard was glad that the arrival brought some relief to the rest if there was any to be had, which from Ditch it seemed to be the case. Though as he listened it became more and more clear how serious the other team's mission had ended up which looked bad. Hearing Reaper's question as she made her presence known walking in the front door, he was glad to see the woman safe, and the reply from Ecto clued him in before Ditch ever had the chance to speak. Something had gone wrong more to do with the team rather than with Walker which could have meant nothing good for the odds of success let alone injury for any teammates involved. The look between Wraith and Ecto gave away some of whom were at fault but he had to know just how far this whole mess went honestly because it could be a continued issue. He paid careful attention to what Ditch had to say for the time being because he needed to know if this was fixable.
“I kicked Graffiti off the team. She wanted not only to spill unnecessary blood, but struck up a fight with a fellow team member for no reason. Their actions were lethal to the mission, and I ended up letting Walker go. I couldn’t gain his trust. It only could’ve gone downhill from there.”
The big man had removed his helmet by this point and let out a sad sigh which mirrored his expression at the whole debacle and as he continued to listen between his two teammates as Wraith's demeanor shifted to show just what the younger woman was hiding, insecurity. The fact they had a person kicked off the team and lost Walker was immensely concerning to boot because that was two more vulnerable powered people for Umbra to get at but at least they managed to get Scarlet out of harms way as some consolation. He looked over to reaper who was explaining briefly what had happened on his team's end and it was right on the money though he guessed the energy hit must have affected the rest of them more than him at the time but other than that it was just a few crucial details that were missing. He also heard Raven Tale talking about explaining weaknesses and he honestly would agree that it could make the difference when it came to teaming up so he would make a note to put the information out there. It didn't occur to him once Reaper mentioned the doctor pointedly at them but his mind put it together and he had no use for one at the moment or under normal circumstances so he kind of just gave the woman a negatory head shake to answer her.
Once Omega started talking Girard took a moment to listen mostly out of respect for the other man but because he generally spoke the truth when he saw or heard it. None of what he said could have been better placed as he dealt with the major issue Wraith was facing which in a semblance he had dealt with himself, self control. As for the team mechanic it was hard not to agree that adjusting to it might be hard for some of the others and hell even himself occasionally at times but it had to happen or they would get nowhere. Believing in Ditch's cause was one thing but a united effort to give Umbra a biblical whooping was the ultimate goal and one the big man was fully behind ready to help anyone with a common thought on it. But he had something to say himself more specifically to Wraith so he moved over giving Ecto a quick nod wanting to excuse himself shortly before he crouched in front of the shorter vigilante to maintain eye level.
"One of the hardest lessons I've ever learned was knowing when to hold back or how much and I'm still learning, its never too late to start either but remember if anything we all are willing to have your back in some form or another." Tank said in a, relatively quiet but calm voice, and giving her a warm smile afterwards meaning every word as he spoke them.
He got himself back up maintaining his expression looking over towards his ghostly comrade for a moment before making his way over to Omega reaching a hand out for a modest shake.
"If you still got some hope in the rest of us how could I say no to getting some old fashioned teamwork organized around here, and then we can show Umbra what he has to worry about between all of us who are still standing here ready fix the problem." Girard said using the handshake as a thanks for pointing out why the Scarlet team succeeded but also as an extension for how it would be a great thing to truly have each others backs at 100%. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
Relationships:
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43,493 | 1,193 | 185 | 311 | 56 | I don't know if I'd kill him! I don't know if I was ever right! I don't know if I am any better than a murderer!
Ecto stared at Wraith with ghastly, glowing eyes. She seemed really distressed, even confused. Is it possible that she never knew better than to think about this? Is she really grasping the consequences of her actions just now? She looked like she was struggling with the idea that she might not be as good as she thought.
Then again, it COULD be just an act...
"If what I did was wrong, if none of them deserved it, then I really am a monster, you know?" Wraith looked away, not being able to look Ecto in the eyes. She seemed so heart-wrenchingly miserable, so helpless, that Omega and Tank started comforting her.
"...you’re not a monster."
"...we all are willing to have your back in some form or another."
Ecto's eyes widened, seeing how quick the others were to come to her help. Yeah, sure, Tank is not known for caution - not that he needs it -, but Omega's response suprised him. If they are willing to give her a chance, well... we ARE supposed to make a better world. And helping someone misguided is worth giving a shot.
"Look, I... we all know that things didn't go exactly as planned, and that nobody wanted this whole mess. And it's not that I got wounded - which hurt like mega hell by the way, not the point, so... Of course you could not have known that I get the same injuries as the one I'm posessing." He glanced at Raven Tale. "Aaaand yeah, shifting back takes a second and I'm kinda vulnerable in the process. I'm also quite possibly not invincible when it comes to magic or elemental stuff, especially air." He thought about Graffiti. If Umbra gets his shadowy hands on her... that could mean trouble.
"Anyway, I'm ranting. What I meant was... Nobody questions that you were trying to do good, it's just that... what Ditch said. You gotta stop. This. Shit. Okay? And if she and Omega says that you are okay, then, I guess... I trust their judgement. So as far as I'm concerned, we're good." - He really, really hoped that Wraith was not playing them.
"And you owe me like, a pizza or something." | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,494 | 1,193 | 186 | 469 | 141 | Ditch swallowed. In all honesty, she hadn’t wanted to put so much pressure on Wraith. Ditch knew she was young - - while yes, she was mislead, doing wrong thinking she was doing good, the girl had just had her nose punched in and she’d gotten nothing but accusations. Raven and Ecto were putting her on the spot, asking her what she’d do, if she’d do again, and Ditch found herself awkwardly drumming her fingers on her thigh or glancing at her watch.
“Scarlet was hurt on finding her. The wound got more aggravated in a scuffle. Bandaged it best we could.” Ditch bit her lip. “I was aware she’d been injured but not that badly.. I trust she is safe under this doctor’s care.”
“… Then Umbra’s men showed up.” And Ditch visibly tensed, widened eyes locked on Reaper as she spoke. “..I’m going to need all the information I can get on the people who attacked you. If you need to tell me at a later date, that's fine. I understand you're exhausted." Ditch nodded slowly. "I have no doubt we’ll meet them again, and it will help us to be much better prepared. But otherwise, I am extremely glad none of you were seriously injured aside from Scarlett.”
Her gaze fell on Levi, and her expression softened. “..Levi, sit back down.” The cyber vigilante said firmly, shaking her head. “I swear, the death of us all will be us insisting we’re fine.”
Wraith was beginning to seem a bit more unsure with her tactics, though not giving them up just yet, which Ditch could perfectly understand. What brought a small smile to her face was both Omega and Tank’s responses to the teen vigilante’s plight.
“None of us our perfect, Wraith.” Ditch said. “I’ve done a lot of bad things. I’ve made mistakes. But I’ve lived, and I’ve learned. And so will you. I have faith that you will understand with time. And we’re here to help you.”
Ditch took in a breath. “So, um.. Not to brush off our other problems or anything, but I.. I owe some sort of explanation for my actions. There.. Was an.. Er.. I.. I used my powers.” Ditch crossed her arms and chewed on her lips some more. “So, yeah. My powers. Whup. What a surprise. I’ve got ‘em. Basically they only activate when I’m angry and I’ve got little to no control over them and I blow shit up. Haha great.” She was rushing her words, clearly trying to get it over with, but she paused. Enough secrecy. If you want this to be a team, you need to trust them. “..okay.. That was bad. I’m sorry. Let me try again.”
“I didn’t have powers the majority of my life. I built my entire vigilante name without any superpowers at all. I was perfectly content with not having them. But, you know, the universe works in mysterious ways, and here I am. As I said before. I haven’t.. Haven’t quite debunked what exactly my powers are, they just.. They don’t turn out good for me in the long run. I.. ended up passing out for a few minutes. Omega had to help me walk back here. It wasn’t pretty.”
Ditch glanced at Raven Tale. “So I guess.. That’s my weakness, while we’re on the topic of it. I’m not going to keep any of you here any longer. I know we’re not.. an .. official team yet, and I know I’m not your official team captain, but I wanted to say, you all did a great job, and you’ve gotten us one step closer towards stopping Umbra. There might’ve been bumps, we lost a few members, but I have more hope than I’ve had in a long time.” She gave the people in the room a weak smile. | DITCHLooks like you're stuck.Name:UnknownAge:UnknownGender:
UnknownFamily:In their first ever city-wide broadcast, Ditch has mentioned a father. (More to come IC.)Appearance:
No one knows Ditch's true face. If they ever broadcast their face, it's hooded with a skeleton mask. You can hardly even tell their gender, because they muffle their voice using audio software.Method of Operation:
Ditch has never been seen in the flesh. They are known to stop crimes through technology, and though it is unknown if they have superpowers, most assume. Any cyber crimes, or crimes that are committed through the use of technology, are almost always stopped by Ditch. Someone sending an email with launch codes? Never sends, deleted from the system. Bank accounts being drained by hackers? Oh, looks like your computer's fried. Every time they stop a crime, a message pops up on the closest tech item, saying, "Looks like you're stuck. -Ditch." Through doing this, the name Ditch has become very well known. Only once has Ditch broadcasted to every screen in the city, warning them of Umbra.Themesong:
Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant |
43,495 | 1,193 | 187 | 468 | 617 | Raven actually felt bad for Wraith. She was young, confused. She could sympathize with that, to be doing something your entire life and not be fully sure its even right. Thats how they all felt, at least one point in time. Raven had to end that idea when she injured someone for the first time. Even when she was defending another, she still did not feel right to cause pain. It must be worlds different from killing someone though. She could not even imagine knowing that you may have innocent blood on your hands.
Ecto accepting the idea that she can be helped though, had indeed gained a bit of respect for him by the blind woman. A small smile appearing on her features, she bowed her head a bit. Only to turn her attention back to Wraith.
"Non of us are as powerful as we could be. So, we must work at our trade, one day you'll be able to answer those questions you just gave yourself." Tapping her cane on the ground, she forced herself to stand. "Use it as a goal, a beacon for your path. One day you'll be able to stand by your ideal's without so much as a stutter. Though Ecto is right, you should treat him one day."
What really captured her attention was Ditch. Her powers, almost no control over them, and yet they were beyond dangerous. "Tis a good thing to know. There are other's who activate their abilities in a similar way." She was already going through the names that she read about. Supers who's abilities would spark due to emotion, last she checked it was common. Just not as crazy as Ditch's. Hell, even her own abilities changed depending on emotion, the angrier she was with the story she read, the more vicious the beast can be sometimes. Good thing it was hard to make her angry.
Though she did not agree they did a job well done. Raven still bowed her head when Ditch said it was okay to leave for a bit. She needed some time to think, some time to try and hone her skills so she wouldn't drag anyone down. "You know how to reach me at any time. I'll still come back."
About to head outside though, Raven began to still. An idea forming in her head, her senses pin pointing Omega. If she was going to help the team, she might as well start working with a team mate. Manny, she already knew who he was, so it was only logical to at least acknowledge him. Passing by the larger male, she patted his shoulder. "Come with me if you have time."
She wasn't comfortable enough with her team to talk to all of them. But one by one? She could handle that. Hopefully she could at least. Hopefully she was not making a mistake in trusting a team mate. Would he rat her out? Its not hard to ruin her life just by knowing her face. One wrong step and everything she worked for could be torn from her fingers. No, don't think like that, you can't make your team out as the enemy.
Walking outside, Raven went a ways away from HQ, leaning on the side of another warehouse. Her body beginning to still as she enjoyed the cooling air. It was a nice night, a tiring one that she was done with. But at least the air was crisp. The sound of cars dotting the rode, the flapping of wings from birds and the scurrying of rats. It was dump here, but even than, she couldn't help but find a way to enjoy the place. | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,496 | 1,193 | 188 | 195 | 102 | It was very satisfying to see the positive response that the team was having in this moment. Everyone appeared to be on board with helping Wraith deal with her problems rather than chastising her for past mistakes. Ecto even found it in himself to forgive her. Omega gave a small laugh when he mentioned Wraith owing him a pizza and couldn’t help but to agree. It seemed this team was going to be alright after all.
He accepted Tank’s handshake with a genuine smile. He appreciated the big man’s humility in spite of his size.
"If you still got some hope in the rest of us how could I say no to getting some old fashioned teamwork organized around here, and then we can show Umbra what he has to worry about between all of us who are still standing here ready fix the problem."
“Hell yeah, dude. We’re gonna rock his world.”
Omega regarded Ditch carefully as she began to speak about her abilities. It seemed her lack of control came from her lack of experience using them. He assumed that everyone had gained their powers at a young age, but apparently that wasn’t always the case. When she finished, he gave her a warm smile and placed his hand on her shoulder.
“We’re all in this together now. We’ve got your back.”
He gave her a thumbs up and turned to the rest of the team.
“Take care, everyone.”
His faith in the team now restored, he made his way out, giving a small salute. As he walked, he felt a pat on his shoulder and turned his head to see Raven Tale.
“Come with me if you have time.”
He kind of expected them to be having at least a small chat after the mission. Now that he thought about it, she probably recognized his voice. He didn’t speak any differently out-of-costume, and he’d seen how well she could decipher distinct sounds first hand. He let her leave HQ ahead of him and waited just a moment before following her out. He wasn’t sure how this conversation was going to go, since no one outside of his family (and now Ditch) has ever known is identity. He was certainly intrigued.
He left HQ and looked around trying to see where Raven went. He saw her round the corner of a warehouse and made his way over, taking the higher ground. Omega simply walking from point A to point B was pretty uncommon. He dropped down and landed softly near where Raven Tale was leaning and folded his arms.
“Looks like I had some time...so, what’s up?” | Name: Manhattan McClain
Quote: “And who’s gonna stop me? …You?”
Alias: Omega
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Mother - Sonya (super); Father - Richard, older brother - Ellis (non-super)
Occupation:
Coming from a family who manages their finances pretty well, Manny makes his money work for him, giving him time to train most days. He does, however, help his father with his construction business quite often, taking care not to reveal their relation.
Appearance:
Manny is 5'9” and about 185lbs. He has a muscular build but isn't massively buff. He does like to show off his arms, so most of his wardrobe is short sleeved or sleeveless.
His ‘hero’ wear consists of a black jumpsuit (loose like clothing, not tight like a leotard) with no sleeves and a large cowl neck; a tank top under the jumpsuit (varying colors); fingerless gloves the same color as the tank top; a leather belt; black boots; and aviator goggles.
Method of Operation:
His home base is in a secret location, but he can usually be found cruising the rooftops, surveilling the city from above. He has enough cooperation with the authorities that he hasn't been arrested yet. Since he can easily take out larger groups, he usually looks out for gang activity.
Superpower:
Gravity Manipulation
Manny can alter his own gravity or the gravity of a given area, the largest being about the size of a school gymnasium. He also uses a few gravity-based attacks. Specific abilities include:
Upforce/Downforce: decrease/increase the effect of the planet's gravity in a specific area
Force Push/Pull: repel/attract objects using force (precision is somewhat limited)
Concussive Blast: emit a burst of force in single direction
Zero Point Gravity: can attract all matter within a small area to a single point in space
Personal Gravity Manipulation/Gravity Aura: can alter the effects of gravity on himself enhancing his jumping ability, allowing him to walk on walls/ceilings, and giving him levitation and gliding abilities (though he can't technically ‘fly’). He also uses this power to land harder strikes when fighting and repel things like bullets (he has to be consciously doing this; he's not bulletproof).
Manny is limited to the amount of alteration happening at one time. This includes area of effect, the strength of the alteration, and the amount of time the area is affected.
Reckless use of his power can also cause a good bit of collateral damage, so he has to be careful when affecting the gravity of something other than himself.
Skills:
Since his vigilante work involves frequent contact with bad guys, Manny has become a skilled fighter. He trains at several different gravity levels and, at times, with weighted clothing. He also has very good parkour skills. Also, thanks to his father, he knows a good bit about construction.
Equipment:
Aviator goggles - altering gravity can sometimes loosen up a lot of floating particles
Music player - never goes anywhere without his music
Bulletproof vest - for days when he's feeling particularly unlucky, but he's not always wearing one (he goes up against a lot of gangs)
Personality:
Being born a super has given Manny a thick skin when it comes to negativity. He doesn't let many things bother him and humbly recognizes his superiority over humans. He understands the human disdain for supers: some are jealous, some scared, others are just put off by the abnormal. As a matter of fact, he has a certain animosity himself for supers who misuse or abuse their powers. Jeopardizing innocent lives is wrong no matter what a person's genetic code happens to be.
Manny likes adventure and exploration, and living in Millennium City ensures he's never bored. Having powers gives him freedom from a normal human lifestyle and using those powers for good gives him a sense of purpose.
When faced with a challenge, he is confident in his abilities but still errs on the side of caution. He knows how to stay level-headed in most situations, seeing panic and doubt as surefire ways to fail.
Manny tends to keep people in the neutral zone until he sees their true nature. He prefers independence, but still cooperates with others if necessary. He likes to crack a joke or two, whether or not the humor is appreciated. Since Manny has earbuds permanently attached to his head, he tends to quote a lot of lyrics and sing/hum to himself.
Biography:
Manny grew up just outside Millennium City. His father, Richard, owns a construction company which started locally and moved into the city when business grew, and his mother, Sonya, works at the local children's hospital. His parents met in high school and married soon afterward. Sonya revealed her power to Richard a little after they got engaged which she was certain would drive him away, but he was only upset that she hadn't mentioned it sooner. This may had only been because she had a ‘good’ power, but to this day, he claims that it was because of ‘true love’. His mother has the ability to physically heal people with her singing voice.
Sonya had to pretty much beg for children, the second being an easier sell because the first didn't have powers. Richard's human genes apparently dominated in Manny’s older brother, Ellis, so Manhattan is the only child of theirs with powers. Growing up, Sonya helped Manny develop his powers while always urging him to keep it to himself. He didn't quite understand why he had to be so secretive when his mom used her powers for work, but she always told him he would get it one day.
When ‘one day’ came, Manny was in his late teens and he decided to pack up his things and move into the city. His parents reluctantly let him go, reminding him that the city was dangerous even for a super, and especially for a teenager, but they couldn't change his mind. He needed a place to freely explore his powers, and he promised to never get his family involved or even reveal his relation to them (in case he gained some enemies).
Manny took to the city pretty well and spent a lot of time exploring, but he didn't really get serious about being a vigilante until his brother was injured in a fire caused by a pyrokinetic. Ellis ended up trapped underneath some fallen rubble, and even though Manny was able to rescue him, Ellis was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. At that moment, Manhattan dedicated himself fully to ridding the city of crime and finding the person responsible for his brother's injury.
Theme Song:
Weapons of Mass Distortion - The Crystal Method
Relationships:
TBD
Extra:
We...are not...normal. |
43,497 | 1,193 | 189 | 468 | 617 | 1193 190 3506451 blazion 4 yrs ago 285 None of the men forming 'Team Scarlet' offered up information about the fight after Reaper had left, which likely meant that nothing important came. It was rather curious considering the difference in numbers, but she could only assume they had managed to escape.
Her suspicions were confirmed when Turn Back stepped up, clearing his throat. Well, this has all been incredibly enlightening, but I can't help but notice we never actually finished the Scarlett report. Just to sum up quickly, after Reaper got her out, we found ourselves surrounded by the four goons mentioned. They all seemed pretty angry, but the girl; the one who didn't have metal skin called for a retreat or something. Another woman showed up, I think sh emust have teleport powers. They all got out in a second, though I'm not sure why they didn't try to pick any of us off. Even grabbing one of us could have proved useful. Anyway, after... Taking account of everything, we headed back here."
Well, it wasn't exactly what Reaper was expecting, but at least it filled in a few holes. Teleporter was new, and Turn Back was right - not grabbing one of them was odd. The vigilante eyed him for a moment before addressing Ditch quietly.
"I'll get a report done for what I saw of the four I fought, but the others will likely have more information since I only engaged them briefly," With her part said Reaper slid off the stage, rolling her shoulders to release some of the tension in them. Technically Jasper would be writing the report while she dictated, but Ditch didn't know that. The vigilante eyed the others and after a moment also offered up a parting comment, "... And for the record, a lack of darkness is my weakness. Flood lights, being in the air - don't expect me to fly anywhere." Though, Ditch's own words were rather intriguing. Reaper had her powers from the moment she was born, if her father's stories were to be believed. Considering that she didn't have a memory without them she was inclined to believe.
With her piece said Reaper gave one last bow of her head towards Ditch before approaching Levi. She spoke with him briefly, only to give him Dr. Stagelson's address before glancing over to Wraith and Ecto. It seemed Omega and Tank both had Wraith's situation under control, as well as Ecto's own forgiveness, so she merely dropped into the shadows to step out beside Ecto and acknowledge him quietly.
"Ecto. Unless you're being stubborn like Lightning Bug, my doctor will look you over if you need it. 1016 Striferon Street. Dr. Stagelson. He's discrete if you have to ... explain anything. And don't worry, it's my tab." A pause then, hesitance. "... If you decide to go there just tell him Zoey sent you." Nothing wrong with a first name, right? There's probably plenty of people named that. Giving a small nod, both at her reasoning and to Ecto, Reaper once more dropped into her shadow without another word and reappeared at the entrance. It was time to follow Omega and Raven Tale's example and get going - though if her sense was correct those two didn't get far, considering their beacons met up on the side of another warehouse. How interesting.
Meanwhile Turn Back had stepped outside to take in the cooling night air. The rain had come in and he enjoyed the smell it brought. Too much of the city smelled stale, old. The rain smelled fresh and new. He slipped his hands into his pockets and closed his eyes, simply enjoying a rare moment of peace, and an even more rare moment of... Almost happiness. That is, until his fingers found the scavenged bills in his pocket, and he pulled them out.
Counting the money, Turn Back sucked in a breath of air in surprise. He'd expected something like a few dollars, but... These were hundred dollar bills. Seven of them, to be exact. That had simply been discarded. Did Reaper grab the wrong stack? Maybe this was her rent money or something. He had to find her.
As luck would have it, as he turned to go back inside he saw her just coming out. "Reaper!" he called, jogging over to his teammate. "Back at Scarlett's house, when we got attacked by the goons, you uh... I think you threw the wrong money." He said, holding out his hands and offering her the slightly crumpled bills.
Reaper stopped short to look over at her alias being called, only to raise a brow under her mask seeing Turn Back approaching her. Initially she prepared to give Dr. Stagelson's address again, assuming that's what he approached her for, only to stop short as he held his hands out. A few change bills were in his palms, and automatically Reaper's hand moved - but to her back pocket to feel the empty space. Only one thought flooded her mind.
"I forgot to pick up my clip," She muttered under her breath, before focusing back on Turn Back, though his words puzzled her. "... No, that was the right money. Using real money tends to work better for distractions."
"Well... No no, what I meant was I--And I don't mean to pry, but did you accidentaly throw you rent money or something? This... I mean, that's a lot of money." Turn Back said, his hand starting to tremble as it sank in that he was giving away enough money to take care of all his problems for the month.
"My... rent money? No, I have people that process rent if someone doesn't have direct deposit set up. I don't collect the rent myself." A little shrug, though Reaper began eyeing Turn Back's trembling hands, her head tilting just slightly to the side. "... Are you alright?"
Turn Back paused slightly, his hand tightening around the bills. What had she meant? She collected-- No, she had people to collect rent for her? Who was this girl? "So... What you're telling me is... This is chump change to you?" He asked, showing her the bills again.
"Well... yeah. It was just the change I had on hand." A frown tugged at Reaper's lips underneath her mask, and she couldn't help but eye the money in his hands more intensely. "... I don't suppose you picked up my clip did you?"
Turn Back blinked, sighing slowly and trying to keep his thoughts in order. "No. No I did not. Reaper..." He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice so anyone passing by wouldn;t be able to hear. "Who the hell are you? This right here," He said, pointing to the money. "is enough that I would be able to eat this month and most of next. And you're telling me that everything in that clip, of which this is just a few bills, is your change? What is going on?"
Reaper began to tense as every syllable left Turn Back's mouth, and after a moment turned her gaze away. Out of habit one of her hands rose to slip beneath her hood, rubbing against the back of her neck roughly. Once again her thoughts flitted back to the fight, throwing all that money - she wasn't expecting to be questioned by one of her own teammates. It was just some change. Yet, distractions did have their benefits...
"I'm just... a little more well off than others, not much but enough. Listen, ah, since it's not that much why don't you keep that? I'd rather you eat and have enough energy for our next encounter." Even her words sounded a bit confused though near the end, as though puzzled how Turn Back couldn't have enough to eat. In all honestly Reaper certainly was, despite trying to put up a confident front.
Turn Back crumpled up the bills again and shoved them back into his pocket, reaching up and pulling his bandana off afterwards. "Reaper, I don't think you understand. You must have thrown thousands of dollars back there. And you're worried about the clip. Seven hundred dollars isn't 'not that much'. Not to most people. You're not 'a little more well off', you can't be. You have to be super rich. If you don't want to tell me who you are then fine. But we have to get on the same page here; throwing stuff like that around is going to make someone like me very angry one day."
"Look," Reaper's fingers were pressing into her neck harder now and she closed her eyes briefly to breathe in deeply, trying to calm her agitation before focusing on Turn Back once more. "We needed a distraction to get Scarlett out. I don't usually throw my change around like that, but we were being affected by something when they came in." Her black eyes narrowed, trying to memorize Turn Back's facial features without his bandana on. There was something familiar about him, but other than a nagging feeling at the back of her mind she couldn't place him - he wasn't someone that risked everything by showing others the face beneath the mask. She knew if she stuck around long enough it would likely get out who she was ... but with any luck Umbra would be done long before that.
Sighing in exasperation, Turn Back turned away for a moment taking a step away and trying to calm himself. "Look, I'm sorry. I just... Money's a big factor for me. It is or everyone down here. I'm half a step above poverty, and... You probably don't understand it, but that's really really hard. Having to chose between having power or food, running water or your phone bill..."
"... No, I don't really." Zoey finally let her hand drop, watching TB's back with her frown only increasing, along with the discomfort in her tone. "I was born into wealth, so none of that is really something I'd had to deal with. But, I mean, the money will help right? How much can a loaf of bread be - ten dollars?"
Turn Back's breath hitched as he processed what Reaper had just said. "Ten... Dollars... Ten dollars worth of bread would be enough bread for three months. The bread I can afford, the damn WonderBread they sell for fifty cents a loaf, the shit that gives you cancer, that's what I can afford. Barely. On a good week." His voice had changed now, it was more distant and cold. No inflection or pitch to it, this was the sound of aomeone trying to hold onto control.
"... Why would they make bread with fifty different scents?"
Turn Back swung around again, digging int his pocket and pulling out a few pennies. He stepped forward and shoved them at Reaper, his nostrils flaring in anger. "Cents! The tiniest portion of money! This is as small as it gets! Fifty of these buys me a loaf of bread, and the shittiest loaf out there! The bread tastes like nothing, but it's something to eat! It'll kill me one day, but it means I have food for the week!"
Reaper quickly backed up, fingers catching one of the pennies and examing it up but soon focused on Turn Back with puzzlement, not to mention a growing temper. Her teeth grit underneath her mask and her muscles rippled as she shifted in a weak attempt to lessen the tension building in her body.
"Why are you getting angry at me?! I'm sorry for your circumstances but I haven't even done anything to you!"
"Because you don't get it, and you never will! You say things like 'oh that's not much money' not realizing that I don't have to chose what parts of my life I can do without this month, you don't even know what a penny is! You sit up there in your pristine castle on your high horse, coming down to help out the poor poor people who can do nothing for themselves, and you don't even understand how real people live!"
"What the fuck is your problem? I came out here to help like anyone else - I've done vigilante work for years! And just because I have money suddenly makes me less qualified than you?" The shadows at Reaper's feet began to react, climbing up her legs and twisting around her torso as it fed off her anger. Her hands tightened at her side, jaw tense as she tried to control herself. She would not be a repeat of what happened with the other team. "You don't even know who I am aside from having money, Turn Back. Take your ... 'scents' and fuck off." The hooded vigilante flicked the penny towards Turn Back, and promptly looked away. Picking out a shadow of one of the further warehouses Reaper dropped into her own, disappearing.
Turn Back watched Reaper go and yelling into the night sky, venting his frustrations in the best way he knew how. He paced the street for a moment before reaching a decision. If she didn't care about it, there was a house full of thousands of dollars that would just go to waste otherwise. He threw the hood of his ruined hoodie up and began running back towards Scarlett's house, intending to come back to the theater afterwards. | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,498 | 1,193 | 191 | 1,331 | 353 | Wraith
Wraith wasn't exactly feeling fantastic, to say the least. She didn't really respond to Omega and Tank's support at all. It wasn't as though she didn't appreciate their words, as a positive distraction from her thoughts at the very least, it was more that she doubted that she could speak without bursting into tears. In a way, their kindness made it feel worse. She'd have almost preferred for them to throw her out for Umbra, since that would give her a reason to feel angry, sad, scared, something.
As it was now, her feelings had overwhelmed her almost completely, leaving her feeling numb, almost frozen. Where before, her thoughts had been a whirlpool of confusion, now there was nothing happening inside her brain. It was as though she'd just shut down instead of dealing with it, which didn't seem to be the best coping mechanism.
She just wanted out. She wanted to move, to run, to do something other than just stand in the room while everyone was sitting there, being so damn comforting and kind and good and everything else that she just wasn't. Even Ecto had forgiven her, although he didn't seem completely sure.
She forced a smile as he joked, replying with false, forced confidence. "If we're all fine by the end of this, you can have any pizza you want." she said, looking at Ecto, although she couldn't quite focus, being caught up in her thoughts. Raven and Ditch commented as well, but she was zoned out before she could register what they were saying with anything more than a muttered thank you.
How? How are they all so... Forgiving? it confused her, scared her. She didn't get it. How are they still acting like they're just normal people? Why are they being so kind to me? they were trying to help. She couldn't get mad, they were trying to help. They weren't doing it on purpose, weren't trying to rub it in, but it felt like it all the same. Like they were making sure that she knew she wasn't as good as them. Making sure I know they didn't end up like me.
To be fair, everything she'd said to them had mostly been honest. She hadn't exactly been in the mental state to put together a lie. The truth of her feelings was slightly different. Everything she'd said about the guilt, about fear, about killing innocents and what that made her... Well, most of it was true.
She hadn't necessarily lied, but the guilt that she felt wasn't completely about the killing. She wasn't sure if she agreed with it always being a last resort yet - there were people who didn't deserve to live, and killing was the only way to bring them to justice. So, the killing wasn't it, not exactly. Killing, by itself, wasn't the reason she feared that she was a monster of some kind.
The issue wasn't really that she'd been a killer, a 'murderer'. In truth, she doubted that she'd never do it again. The problem, the thing that made her feel so sickened by herself, was how much she'd enjoyed it. The power it gave her, that feeling that came with having total control over whether someone lived or died. Hell, she'd even enjoyed the look in their eyes as they'd realised there was no way out. And that feeling, that rush of adrenaline, was what scared her so much.
Because despite how disgusted she was, despite the horror she felt at having the blood of any number of innocents on her hands... There was a part of her that craved that feeling. A part of her that wanted to kill again. A monster inside her head. The part of her that was Wraith, rather than Kara.
She looked up at the members of the group, and gave a small smile, fighting back the wave of nausea that washed over her. "I don't know how well I'll be able to fix things, but..." she sniffed slightly, trailing off a bit. "I'm sorry. And I'm at least gonna try and make it right as best as I can."
She had to control herself. For her sake, and the memories of the people she'd killed. She had to. | Name: Kara Banks
Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased
Occupation: Student
Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.
During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.
When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.
Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.
If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.
Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.
Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.
Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.
Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.
Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.
In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.
She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.
Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.
For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.
After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.
Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound
Relationships: Not discussed
Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal. |
43,499 | 1,193 | 192 | 468 | 617 | It's so straining to hear you when you're travelling through the space of time. Raven still leaning on the wall, her arms crossed. She waited till she heard the response before tilting her head slightly up. "I simply wished to speak with you. After all, you're the only one in this entire world now who knows me under the mask. You’re even the only one to know that Aurora has abilities."
A smirk on her features she shrugged. "I noticed the change in your speech pattern and breathing during the mission. What set it off?"
“I saw your cast. There can’t be two blind girls your size that happen to have that same cast,” Omega said, grinning and putting his hands on his hips.
A sigh escaped her, wispy mist leaving her lips, travailing through the cooling air. Of course it was the cast, note to self, cover up injures.
"I was wondering if you wished to work together in the future? Train, speak, learn about each other's skills so we are more efficient in the future. You have a lot of power, but I noticed it's not something that can be just thrown into a group and work, we have to learn to work with it right? Gravity manipulation if I'm correct.”
Ain't that the truth, if what she read about gravity was the same with this guy. Than she could be in a lot of trouble if she didn’t know what to listen for.
“You know it's interesting that you should ask that. Just now during the meeting, I was thinking about how you all would be affected by my gravity fields in a team situation. No offence, but you're kind of one of the people I was most concerned about in that respect. Being blind in zero gravity would be extremely disorienting if you don't know how to deal with it. So, yeah, I think that'd be great if we train together and stuff.”
“Really now? Seems I was right in speaking with you. I’m no good in water so should not surprised that it would be the same here. Gonna be interesting getting the hang of it.”
Her mind made up, Raven reached to her mask, her hand waving over the bone like texture. The surface moving in waves as though it were water that had been disturbed.
It only took a few moments before the Raven mask of Nevermore dispersed. The face of a small, albino, her eyes closed and features almost doll like, lying beneath. The night light reflecting off the paleness of her skin, causing her to look almost like a phantom.
"I guess I owe you another introduction, Aurora Lorell, I'm a competitor in the Olympics. It's why I'm not as comfortable as the others in taking the mask off. One wrong move and I could ruin my career.”
Omega watched as the mask was dematerialized and the girl he knew as Aurora was revealed. She reintroduced herself in a more proper way, and he was both surprised and humbled at the amount of trust she was putting in him. If he was literally the only person in the world to know her true identity, then this was an immensely huge deal. He took her hand and also repaid the courtesy.
“Manhattan McClain. I'm not anything as fancy as an Olympian, but as you know, I am a music lover. Man, it really is amazing all the things you do without being able to see.”
A smirk appearing on her features, Aurora began to bow her head.
“Couldn’t live being hand held my entire life. Don’t sell yourself short though. Music is indeed something to be proud of.”
Reaching into her pocket, Aurora began to mess with a slip of paper between her fingers before offering it.
It was for her second number, one she gave to business partners. Least it was something. “If I give you my number, do you promise not to abuse it?”
He accepted the slip of paper with her number and put it in his pocket.
“You don't have to worry about me abusing anything. I'm not much of a phone person. I'll send you a text in a bit so you can have mine, too.” He paused as he considered what he just said. “You can get those, right? Texts, I mean...or do I have to voice call every time?”
Shaking her head, Aurora began to laugh. A light thing that bounced off the wall next to her. “My friend, do not worry.” Holding out her phone to show it had no screen, she began to run her index finger over a grey pad that took it’s place. Small bumps appearing on the surface.
“It sends braille, it's how I been able to keep up with everyone. So yes, texts are fine.” Putting the device back, Aurora leaned to the wall, looking about in thought, only for a yawn to take place.
“Guess it was a long night, by the way. Sorry my wraith, almost everything I ever brought here had caused fear somehow. But when she broke the personal space rule, it was because you were on the ground or something and she was trying to make sure a team mate wasn’t in need of help. She’s kind of my eyes in a way.”
Omega slightly shuddered at the memory of being inches from the undead bride. “Well, it's not every day that I get to be face-to-face with nightmarish creatures. I’ll just have to get used to her.”
Offering a sheepish smile, her ears turning pink, she pushed herself off the wall. “Don’t worry, she’ll never hurt you unless I ask. I promise.”
With the words spoken she reached up, putting her mask back on only to start calling forth Dullahan. The sound of hooves entering her ears, only to be muffled by the humm of a motorcycle engine. “You did good out there, hopefully I’ll be able to offer more support next time.”
“Now, you're the one who's selling herself short. If it wasn't for your...Grim?...than I wouldn't have been able to catch Wall Walker. And I'm sure Ecto would've been a lot worse off if you hadn't healed him.”
She didn’t say anything, her ears turning red, she found herself rubbing the back of her neck as she felt around for Dullahan.
Omega looked at the motorcycle that she had summoned and he was suddenly very puzzled. He was surprised he never questioned it before.
“That's a nice bike...but, how...how does a blind girl ride a motorcycle?”
Climbing onto the seat, to her feeling like a saddle, Raven grabbed hold of the reins, hands resting on the handles. “Her name is Dullahan, if you give a blood offering to her in the place you call home, you’ll see what she really looks like, this is just an illusion.”
“So, you good on being able to get back home? I’ve heard of people being drained when using abilities. Well, you seen it Ditch is one of them. Hope the woman is okay.”
“Oh yeah, I'm perfectly fine.”
“Good, guess I’ll see you around.” The engine flaring to life, Raven hugged the beast close, the Dullahan rearing up for a moment. “Home” the words spoken she sped off. Taking the albino round the corner and away from view. | Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities. |
43,500 | 1,193 | 193 | 311 | 56 | If we're all fine by the end of this, you can have any pizza you want.
"Cool. We gotta make sure it's something Raven would like as well, she deserves half of that." - He gestured towards the blind vigilante who was leaving, along with Omega. Oookay...? Looks like they are... getting to know each other. Which is good. Right.
Reaper and Turn back left as well, and as Reaper passed by, she offered him to a private doctor. An underworld physician? Or...a doctor for supers? That sounds... awesome. Is there such a thing? There should be.
"Thanks Reaper, I think my healing factor kicked in, so I'm good at the moment. I swear, I'm not trying to be cool here." - he added, laughing. "I'm just tired, that's all. But I'll definitely go check him out, I would have some... questions. Thanks." He gave her a smile as she left HQ.
He WAS kinda tired though. But before going, he turned to Ditch.
"Hey, look, if that's all, I'd love to go home and get some sleep, but before that... Would it be possible to get each other's contacts? Or set up some secret chatroom-like thingy? It would be nice to be able to reach other for whatever reason. What if we run into something we need some help with, or someone would prefer to train together? Not like, right now, just a thought." | Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:
Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.
He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.
Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.
Superpower:
Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.
Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.
Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.
Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it’s not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.
Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.
Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.
Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.
He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.
Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.
Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.
Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.
But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.
One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.
"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."
At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.
"- I...guess not."
Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.
"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.
"Groovy." This is when his life really began.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We're NOT normal. |
43,501 | 1,193 | 194 | 890 | 504 | Girard was pleased with the turn out on the Ecto and Wraith front since most everyone seemed willing to forgive and forget also the handshake with Omega was something he felt good about along with his response. The woman would get some help as she needed it. As far as forgetting to speak his mind about a weakness it made him feel a bit stupid but that could be easily resolved. However, when it came to the whole mission he had limited knowledge of what had actually happened since his first move had been to run with Scarlet so it was going to be more up to the others to give a proper response. He would most certainly give Ditch what he knew about Rebel tomorrow because honestly the woman looked like she was due for some rest. Her recollection of using her power only made the big guy a bit concerned for Ditch though it was for a reason he couldn't properly express for lack of knowledge. All he knew was an unstable power triggered by anger was not a great thing something which he had been told and seen the results of himself. It might be another subject the two would have to discuss away from the others or with them if it came to it.
In the end when it came to powers the only one he knew for sure about was his own, he respected that they all came with challenges and circumstances behind them that he would have to find out. Like how Ditch wasn't born with them which he was quietly thankful for in knowing way. A power like that or his was difficult to cope with so probably for the best her family didn't have to deal with what his did. Though he figured now would be good as time as any to note his own weakness for future reference.
"Far as weaknesses go, if it ain't some form of physical or head on attack its going to get through eventually. Still need to eat, drink and breath too if that counts." Tank said not entirely sure how to put it beyond that.
Soon after a little more conversation more and more of the vigilantes seemed to be disappearing into the night, sounded like it might be raining. He decided that was probably his cue to get moving himself and eat dinner once he got back home though he would be mulling over what happened during the day for several hours most likely.
"Have a good night the rest of you." Girard said giving a wave as well before making a slow plod towards the door and confirming the weather before putting back on his helmet.
The big man made for his apartment keeping an eye out as he went for any trouble because he was not yet off duty as far as he was concerned hungry or not. | Name: Girard Babcock.
Quote: Buddy I'd like to see you try.
Alias: Tank.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Family:
Mother-Ellen; Father-Deckard; Younger sister- May; Younger brother- Jeremiah.
Occupation: Construction and Demolition, he prefers the latter.
Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs upwards of 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.
Method of Operation: Girard's method can be described as hit them fast and hit them hard or occasionally take everything they have on the chin and keep going. He has the patience to wait for the right time to charge in like an angry comet dispensing explosives if and when necessary. Once his controlled havoc has been unleashed he makes sure his target is down for the count before getting out.
Superpower:
Girard got the alias Tank from the supernaturally dense tissue in his body. He is easily capable of shrugging off most conventional weaponry and even plenty of non-conventional means of attack. He is also far stronger and heavier than he appears making him difficult to contend with in most situations. However, all this extra weight and size makes him quite slow most of the time and when he does get moving quickly he is very much at the mercy of his own momentum. While he might be practically invulnerable to a conventional attack, even a few powered as well, he still has a battery of things that can effect him like electricity, poison, and mental powers come to thought. His weight overpowers his strength to an extent making jumping or upwards motion far more difficult not to mention going through weak floors because of it. He tends to avoid large bodies of water really not wanting to sink like a rock before even trying to swim. Lastly, it often takes him awhile to lick his wounds if he gets particularly hurt because he has a lot more to hurt than most.
Skills: Girard knows how to take care of home life well enough, maybe not perfectly but it'll do. He has an engineering degree but enjoys getting his hands dirty working but he knows buildings well and if there were a structural weakness he would be the one to notice it. Explosives help in this endeavor and he has taken quite the shine to making his own for his escapades though he is very careful with them. He doesn't have any sort of combat training but he is a big man with more than his share of weight to throw around and he has gotten good at it.
Equipment: He brings multiple different homemade explosives and his get up but other than that he can improvise a weapon if he so needs it.
Personality: Girard tends to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming though he tends to hold back for their sake if it gets physical. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to heroes at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge.
Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.
Biography: Girard's parents met at a local diner in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a short temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.
The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little thought running through his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful aggressors though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down.
His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all but even people who denounce the vigilantes have no bearing on him enough to make him stop. When he got the letter from Ditch he couldn't help but see the use in working together to take on someone possibly more powerful than all of them and he made his choice then.
Theme Song: Simple Man
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