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53,202	1,444	66	251	197	Brenda wobbles under the weight of the cannonball, and is more than happy to let one of the others take it from her. "I thought we could build a catapult and throw it back at them. Stop them sinking more ships." she explains, pointing at Countless, and adding "He can aim." Of course, the middle of a battle is hardly the time for deep strategy discussions. Brenda can do her part to help there as well, as she grabs some bricks from the collapsed tavern and leaps atop a downed marine. At first, it looks like she's about to beat him with it, but instead Brenda yells "Mix-Mix Combine!" and lifts the marine's uniform with one hand as she brings the brick down with the other. The unfortunate soldier finds his arms restrained by a suddenly solid stone shirt, and Brenda moves on to do the same trick on more marines.	Name: Brenda Wirrit Appearance: Height/Weight: 5', 90lbs Age: 19 Personality: Happy, upbeat and infinitely curious, Brenda tries her best to see the bright side in any situation. She panics easily, but quickly regains a manic sort of composure. She's more likely to act before thinking and deal with the consequences. The common tongue is her second language, so she sometimes misunderstands. Home Island/Sea: Okidou Island, East Blue. An island with large forests of strong trees, chiefly exported for shipmaking. The island's inhabitants take care to the forests to ensure they plant more trees than they cut down, to ensure future livelihood. The people have their own language. History: Brenda grew up on Okidou Island watching the varieties of ship arrive to buy the islands wood, amazed that pieces of her homeland would travel so far. She always wanted to find out how the ships were made. When she was nine, a storm sunk a ship near Okidou's coast. The people all helped out with the rescue. Much of the cargo was lost under the sea, but Brenda rowed her home-made raft out, swam down and found a watertight box containing a devil fruit, which she ate back at her 'secret hideout', a beach hut she also made herself. Brenda loved her amazing new powers, but the folk back home weren't quite so happy. The captain of the sunken ship was especially displeased, as he intended to trade the fruit for a large supply of wood, to supply his shipyard. Regardless, something about the young girl's passion for carpentry appealed to him, so he made a deal with Brenda's father. She would come with him to work off the cost of the fruit, learning a shipwright's trade. Ten years later, Brenda has finished paying off the fruit (Which also happened to be the day her tutor decided she'd learned all he could teach) and set out to explore the oceans, see new styles of carpentry. While she was working at the shipyard, Brenda took plenty of photographs (Some kind of snail-based camera?) to write letters home, and as a farewell gift the master of the shipyard gave her an empty book, to fill with memories of her journey. Fruit: Maze-Maze no Mi, AKA the Mix-Mix Fruit. Paramecia Type. Brenda has the ability to turn herself and other objects into a putty-like substance by rpidly kneading it with her hands. They turn back if left alone, but while transformed it can be mixed with another liquid or transformed substance, to combine the two. She can also separate the objects again by reaching 'in' and pulling it out. Common uses for Brenda include mixing a wooden plank into glue, to get a substance that's sticky and applyable by brush but hardens into a solid wooden coating, mixing a hammer into her hand for an iron punch, or mixing cloth with a sheet of metal to easily shape it, then remove the cloth and end up with metal in the required shape. The chief limitations on the ability are that Brenda can only transform an object small or light enough for her to lift, as she needs to use both hands to putty-ify something, and she is unable to use her ability on living creatures other than herself. Soaking combined objects in saltwater also unmixes them if done within the first few days, as the sea nullifies the devil-fruit power. It also has a tendancy to activate when Brenda is distracted or startled, mixing her with her gear. Her hat and hair often fuse as soon as she stops paying attention, giving her a hairstyle in the shape of a hat, with it's decorations mixed in. If Brenda trips into a pile of bricks, she may turn to putty and splatter into them, reforming herself very blocky. And she tends to wake up in the morning with a pillow for a head. Mix-Mix Combine Rapidly knead into putty and combine two or more objects. Mix-Mix Augment Combine an object with a part of her body, to boost herself somehow, or gain some measure of control over it. (e.g. Hammer fist, rope tail, telescope eyes) Mix-Mix Full Body Putty Brenda transforms her whole body into putty. Very limited mobility, but greatly increased defence. Needs to be in this state to use Mix-Mix Full Body augment Mix-Mix Full Body Augment Brenda combines her whole self with an object or objects. This needs a greater supply of objects to be effective, or else they are too diluted. Mix-Mix Separate Pull objects out of a Mix-Mix technique, restoring them to their original properties. So far, Brenda can only use Mix-Mix Separate on objects she's added to the mix herself. She may develop the ability to undo other mixtures or compounds in the future. As well as the size limitation, the more alive something is, the harder it is for Brenda to work on it. Something completely inorganic is the easiest, with 'dead' organic matter such as a plank, cloth or a steak being only a little harder. A living plant is the limitation of her ability. Animals or people (Other than herself) are beyond Brenda's capabilities to alter. For now, anyway. Fighting style: Brenda is not a skilled fighter, but if pressured into a fight her style would be best described as 'wild brawling'. She throws whatever is to hand, mixes tools into herself for extra punching power and crawls under tables, over chairs and slams doors in faces or dumps pots on heads. She's no match for a skilled fighter, but can keep an amateur off guard long enough to escape. If cornered, she'd probably try setting something on fire. Ship Position: Assistant Shipwright Bounty: Insignificant (May have picked up a few hundred for petty crimes in local jurisdictions, but nothing that would cross a sea)
53,203	1,444	67	340	88	Able took some deep breaths returning from his fishman rage. Things seem to be going down at the port but first he wants to help his ally Ahio. While these pitiful swords held him back he still wishes to focus on his swordsmanship. He looks around and see's a lone marine standing there with his sword drawn weak at the knees. Obviously he is terrified of Able after seeing him rip Takahito arm off. Able approaches the obvious novice marine and holds out his hand then states "You're blade" the novice marine nods and hands Able his blade. Able observes the blade and see's its a better quality blade then his last one, but nothing noteworthy. Able smelled piss coming from the novice marine, and Able yells "Begone" and the novice marine runs off fearing his life. Able begins to approach Ahio and the marine he is fighting and states loudly "The only one who will lose their life will be you marine."Able tosses the marine with the poles Takahito arm letting him see what may happen to him as well.	Name: Ableyo Samenoken Appearance: Height/Weight:9'6/230' Age:24 Personality: Despite his tormented life Ableyo always seems to be optimistic and always looking forward to a brighter future. His training as a child made him into a very disciplined person and usually comes off as rude due to his straight forward attitude. Ultimately he is kind and can be seen as a father figure as he always willing to lend anyone advice if he can give it. Due to recent events in his life he has tried to ultimately relax and live life to its fullest for life is short. He usually spend his days training, meditating or other hobbies like writing. Despite what others have done to him he does not harbor any ill will to other races, as he knows not everyone carry the sins of their own kind. Their are some times though were he haunting memories comes back and this usually appears when he is holding his left side of his chest. Home Island/Sea: Wano Country History: Ableyo grew up in the Wano Country in a respected fishmen clan known as the Samenoken (Translate to Shark Sword). Their they taught him everything he needed to know about being a Samurai but he had no interest, and practiced half heartily despite the disapproval of his clan. One day when Ableyo was 12 his clan was attacked by a crew of pirates/slavers. He saw his own friends and family killed in front of him, and he tried to fight back but he was to weak. That night only a handful of the clan managed to escape, Ableyo however was not so lucky. He was sold at the highest bitter and began working as a slave for a Celestial Dragon. He was branded on his left chest even to this day the pain is still there. Once the Celestial Dragon was finished with him he was sold for dirt cheap to work as manual labor. Each day the memories of his clans destruction still vivid in his mind and he vowed to never allow that to happen again, so whenever he could he trained. For once took his training seriously with a strong goal fueling his resolve. Ultimately events happen to were he was able to escape his slavery and join Nikko, but all that is a story for another day. Fruit: Too awesome for fruit powers Fighting style: He uses a one sword fighting style usually with two hands unless he needs his left hand for something else.....like punching or grabbing something. The Samenoken swordsmanship relies on finding a opening in a opponents defense and unleashing a brutal attack when that opening is found. So when it looks like he is outmatched it really is him looking for a opportunity to strike. All techniques are much stronger in water as with most fishman fighting styles. * Sudden dash: Its a stepping technique were the user can bolt forward at incredible speeds, even when the user is not in motion. This is the foundation for most of the Samenoken fighting style. * Shark Leap strike: Once the user see a opening in the opponents defense the user uses Sudden dash along with a horizontal or vertical strike. The sudden speed from the dash gives this strike a ton of brute power. * One slash many strikes : A strike attack that uses the concept of Sudden Dash but with their arms not their legs. Doing so allows the user to make multiple attacks so quick it looks like one strike. Right now the user can only use a maximum of three strikes. * Launching water missile : The user strikes so the moisture or body of water in the area compresses to become a projectile weapon. This attack is weaker with less water in the area. * The water hypnosis trance: a type of trance a user puts himself in, in order to fool his body into thinking its under water by using the moisture around him. It increases his physical abilities and endurance but sadly lasts only a few minutes, upon which he can not do it again unless the user risks damages to his psyche. Completely useless in the desert. Ship Positions: 1st Mate Bounty: 0
53,204	1,444	68	837	2,965	Ryan shrugged and had some oil tendrils sprout from his shoulders. He grabbed the cannonball and lifted it above his head with a small struggle. "So we're heading towards the docks then? Cool. Let's go!" Ryan began wandering in the general direction of the docks, but stopped. "Are you guys coming or what? Because I don't know how to build a catapult." He asked with a confused expression. A nearby marine began to rush Ryan to try to take him down, Ryan promptly pulled out a gun and shot him in the knee. The marine collapsed to the floor and Ryan reholstered his gun. He smiled and began wandering towards the docks again.	Name: Ryan Chideta Height/Weight: 5"4, 110 Pounds Age: 22 Personality: Ryan is a very contradictory individual. He constantly pushes himself to the brinks of death as he trains constantly to become the best at what he does, but he can spend entire days doing absolutely nothing as he just lies down and stares at the sky. He's an easily excited individual who can never focus on one thing for long periods of time, but the dedication he puts into his marksmanship is rivaled by few. In battle though he seemingly becomes a new person as he pinpoints enemy weaknesses and environmental advantages and disadvantages. He doesn't talk during battle either, he instead let's his bullets do the talking. Few things faze him as he becomes a machine dedicated to his current goal. He can be serious outside of battle, he just prefers not to. His life motto is, "Life is already too serious. Why make it more so on purpose?" Home Island/Sea: East Blue History: Ryan was born on a pirate ship known as The Horsemen of War. They had kidnapped a prostitute and one of the crew members had a child with her. They kept it well hidden until the child was born, the crew killed the prostitute and the crew member. The captain, Quiet Shot, refused to kill the child and instead has the rest of the crew take care of him. The boy grew up fast, he learned to shoot with the best of them and every so often he went treasure hunting with the rest of the crew too. It was at the age of 13 that life changed for him. The Navy was finally cracking down on them and there were few people besides the captain left. Quiet Shot sent Ryan away on the last lifeboat as the Navy closed in on them, for the last time. Five years pass by and Ryan is hunting for treasure on an unnamed island in the middle of nowhere. He digs up a chest and after breaking it open he finds a bunch of fruit. He gets pretty pissed and throws a lot of it into the ocean. As he's about to throw the last piece his stomach growls and he realizes just how hungry he is. He has some fruit, so why not eat it. He immediately regretted that as he tasted oil mixed with dog crap. He swallowed it begrudgingly and almost immediately felt something wrong. He passed out for a bit, when he woke up his left arm was gone, with only oil spilled all over the beach sand. After about five minutes or so of panicking he began hoping and praying for his arm to be back, it began reforming out of the oil. He then realized exactly what happened. He had heard rumours of Devil Fruits from other pirates, he had just eaten one. Fast forward 6 years and he's traveling the seas in search of a worthy captain and a worthy goal. Fruit: Oiru-Oiru no Mi, Logia Class The Oiru-Oiru no Mi allows the user to turn into Oil, and use said oil for anything oil may be used for. The user can produce large amounts of oil and can liquefy their entire body if needed. If the user wanted to hide in a small bottle then they could, they could also power a vehicle with their own body if they wanted. Typical weaknesses apply, the user cannot float on water using the Oiru-Oiru Fruit. They will just solidify into their body and sink as usual. The major weakness of the fruit is the users own weakness to fire, when turned into oil they are highly flammable. Fighting style: Ryan uses guns, lots and lots of guns. While most people can only hold two guns, Ryan can form arms of oil to hold more guns and fire more bullets. He is also adept at reloading fast, but there is a limit to how much he can multitask. More complex tasks will require more attention, while simple things like loading and firing a gun is easy for him to do. He tries to stay away from the enemy, but he's no slouch in close combat. He uses typical Logia tactics like liquefying to avoid hits, but he also uses the oil he produces with incendiary bullets to create fires and in extreme cases, explosions. He keeps 10 guns on him at minimum at all times. Ship Positions: TBA, could be maintenance guy. Bounty: 0
53,205	1,444	69	1,966	2,605	Nabil. It was funny, to Nabil at least, that his opponent was more or less like himself. Like the aged man in front of him, he had only felt a twinge of agitation that he had to continue this fight, that he had not ended it and could not carry on with his previous engagement. The pole bent in his grasp and the marine leapt over his guillotine slash, landing not too far from him. For a moment more, he held his super-heated grasp on the pole before finally letting it return to its owner. It was a rather pointless weapon in his opinion but perhaps it was dangerous in the old man’s hand. As he man spoke, Nabil tapped the toe of his boots against the ground, his eyes following the cracks of the cement as he—basically—drowned out the man’s cliché speech. Before the man could finish the naïve part about his death, Nabil directed his palm out towards the man; his eyes still on the ground. “I’ve heard this all before,” he interrupted, turning his calm eyes onto the marine. “Each and every time has led to me walking away from a heated corpse.” A current of heated air rushed from his palm. It would be hidden behind the normal flow of air, a surprise once it smashed into the man; Nabil kept his composure as a separate concentration of heat formed around him. Little by little, this gathering of heat formed into fifteen red-hot needles. They had stayed around him until he unleashed a volley of five towards the marine as well. I’ll figure out your secrets.	Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs Age: 18 The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution. Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island. The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air. On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him. By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent. At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later. An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops. Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight. At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid. He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village. The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain. Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit) Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself. Atsu Atsu no Spears Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive. Ship Positions: - 10,000,000
53,206	1,444	70	1,093	305	M a r x o “ A little too easy for a captain if you ask me. That wall over there will probably be my exit. I have no interests in being bombarded by a building he destroyed… Moa Moa Hyaku-Bai Giri!” , Marxo yelled as he pulled a small scythe like tool from his pocket. At first the scythe was no bigger than his inner palm but it began to grow as his devil fruit powers flowed throughout the material. ‘SLASH!’ The building was cut in two Marxo wasted no time jumping thru the open hole. He landed on the ground and peered around for Nabil. As he spotted him, he noticed Nabil was still fighting the marine. Usually Nabil ended his fights first. This made Marxo think that maybe Nabil had the stronger opponent. Sometimes it wasn’t all about rank . He called over to Nabil, “Finish him. You musn’t play with your prey so vigorously. It gives us a bad name.”	Marxo St. Laurant Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs Age:19 Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies. Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat. At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next. Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion. A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate. Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch. More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent. More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed, More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed. Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them. Ship Position: Tba. -For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island -Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers.
53,207	1,444	71	2,428	4,471	"Out of the frying pan that was about to get shot, into the fire that's GOING to get shot." Quivering in fear as he heard the man literally tell him that Leonard would not be filled with bullet holes YET, Leonard did what anybody would do, grovel. Bowing his head numerous times as Countless did his thing, Leonard started screaming: "PLEASE DON'T SHOOT HE-" before he saw a good number of scrawny marines get blown away. Almost all of them. Knocked flat on his back from the force of the wind, Leonard covered his eyes with his hood and waited for the massive gust to die down as he looked up at the man with the Bazooka. Glad that someone that powerful was around, he scrambled to his knees and looked back to where the marines had come from and his jaw nearly dropped enough to knock his own mask off."T-T-T-T-T-That man is HUUUUGE! A-And those people look different...much stronger..." he lamented, clutching his head. And then he realized. Looking around frantically for Nikko once he heard her groan, he scrambled back to his feet once he saw her speaking to the blue-haired woman holding a cannonball. Panting and clutching his heart, Leonard nods at her request, saying: "I-I have some painkilling medicine...u-um, some of its strong, so I'll give you the non-drowsy medication." As he finished speaking, he retrieved what appeared to be a small tea-bag tied at the top by a grey string, clean cloth housing the medicine within. Placing it in her hand, he cautioned: "J-Just don't drink until an hour after you take it. It mixes badly with alcohol." before sighing deeply. It felt...good to help. Even if it was pirates. Then the talk of how they were going to get out of this mess sort of started, with ideas of a catapult even being thrown in there. Leonard wasn't even sure if he should get more involved with this, given that he wasn't TECHNICALLY a pirate. Just forcibly labeled one by people he just met today. Hesitantly, he backed away from the marines and the pirates, ready to turn tail and run until he heard a gunshot. It was incredibly evident, just from the marine hitting the ground, how much pain he was in. Leonard couldn't blame him, that was a direct shot into his kneecap, which no doubt meant that he was in absolutely excruciating pain. The knee was, after all, a bundle of bone, cartilage and nerves, all of which were likely cut through by a bullet, and if not there was a bullet sitting in the center of all that tissue. No doubt the marine had either passed out from the pain or was just too pained to scream. Clenching his fist, Leonard had to keep from just outright screaming at the man with oily skin, and instead chose to rush past the lot of them to the injured marine, quickly unfurling his entire cloak and flipping it onto the ground, hundreds upon hundreds of bottles of medicine, tools, jars of...something squirming, and syringes all capped off to prevent from becoming dirty. Leonard didn't care who's side he was on at this point, or who was going to try and rush at him, to stop him, or to help him. He was a god damn doctor and there was a man in pain beyond words. Quickly, Leonard sedated the marine, the pain at least numbing to a great degree before attempting to remove the bullet. Regardless of the procedure, he needed to remove the projectile first before he could close the wound. More than likely the bullet was lead, meaning that any time of exposure was dangerous. Even then, the synovial fluid inside the kneecap would already be dissolving the bullet, meaning there was already lead in the marine's bloodstream. Quickly removing the bullet, Leonard set it aside and set to stop the bleeding, praying that anybody with a heart would at least let him finish this before they started trying to kill him. "D-D-Don't you d-d-d-dare die!" he muttered, trying to keep himself calm amidst the blood and fluids.	Name: Leonard Siegfriedt Appearance: (Ignore the gun, his pansy ass probably couldn't even lift it) Height/Weight: 5’2, 112 lbs. Age: 19 Personality: While Leonard may seem like a rather grim person, that’s just a misconception most people would get from his clothing. He’s actually rather shy, and tries to hide as much of himself from others as he can, hence the hood and the faceguard. He’s actually a lot nicer than you’d take him for, difficult to anger and easy to please. As a doctor, he believes it to be his duty to help the unwell, and can’t stand to see people suffer when he can do something to help. Even though he has Hypochondriasis. Home Island: North Blue, Principality of Eurijk History: To understand why Leonard is the way he is, it’s more important to know who his parents were, or rather, parent. A woman by the name of Charlotte Siegfriedt, infamously known as the Plague Woman. A person who consumed a rather odd Devil-Fruit by the name of the Toru-Toru no Mi, the Thieving fruit. Despite the powerful nature of the fruit, Charlotte solely used the innately malicious power of the fruit to, rather than steal things such as other’s organs or lives, instead stole from them their ailments, their weariment, their sickness, and their afflictions. Truly a saint, Charlotte traveled the world, willing to help whoever she could save by using her own body as the host for innumerable viruses. Doing so was no easy task for her, however. The pain was unbearable at times, with several fevers racking her body every week, sometimes hitting at the same time. Were it not for her strong conviction to help others, she likely would have died in her sleep countless times. Naturally, carrying that many ailments would shorten one’s lifespan dramatically, and as such, she was fated to die by the age of 30, if not sooner. Doing what she could with her remaining time, she travelled the North Blue, where she was already infamous for having eliminated the lethal Muave Pox that spread through it years before; infamous for being the only known carrier of it. As such, she was shunned and nearly stoned to death several times, resulting in the loss of one of her eyes. From there, Leonard isn’t sure of how he came to be. He isn’t sure who his father is, or how an infant was able to be born without getting deathly ill from a woman like his mother. But what he did know was that his mother was dying every moment he was with her. It was a terrifying experience for the boy, knowing that his mother would die soon. But he never expected the day she would leave their make-shift home in the middle of the swamp-land region of Eurijk. Without a word of goodbye besides a letter telling Leonard to live honestly, his mother vanished. Sailing off to sea, she perished in the middle of the sea somewhere, her body drifting to the bottom of the sea with her host of plagues. Terribly saddened and alone, Leonard soon declined into depression, cursing the world that there was never anyone who could cure his mother of her illnesses. Now alone in the world, Leonard studied tirelessly to perfect medicines of his own concoction, using himself and various animals around the area to test his brews. One of those concoctions also happened to nearly blow his entire home to pieces, resulting in the left side of his face to be burned quite severely. Years later, without a penny to his name, he set off into the world to cure the incurable, more than aware of his dream being absolutely ridiculous. But then...a world free of sickness never was his own dream. It was his mother’s. Fighting Style: Do No Harm Despite his Hippocratic Oath, Leonard understands perfectly well that in this violent world, conflict is inevitable. While not a proficient hand-to-hand fighter, he has the knowledge required to dislocate someone’s bones if given enough of an opening, as well as having amazingly precise and steady hands. Combined with his accurate vision, he is able to throw scalpels like throwing knives with a great deal of precision. Crew Position: Doctor Bounty: 0 Others: Wears his faceguard more to hide his face than to keep from catching something, despite his frightfully strong immune system. While he does have the potential to have rather strong Observation Haki, he is currently unaware of Haki's existence, and has no idea how to use it. Character Theme
53,208	1,444	72	2,747	345	~MAIN STREET~ Both Tristan and Zell now stand before the tall woman with the heavy shoes. The shoes are black but look like they might have some stains on the bottom. She reaches up and adjusts her glasses with the tip of her middle finger. She throws an irritated glare at the two of them as well as furrowing her brow. "Two against one? Against just one little lady like myself. How unmanly." She scolds but them a small smile curls at the edge of her mouth. She is obviously taunting them and she makes a quick and brisk movement towards them. She four steps away and on the second step she suddenly increases her speed and leaps forward. She slams both of her feet at the two men at the same time in a flying double kick. "Don't get cocky you pirate brats!" she screams (just gonna move it on a bit so we can continue quicker. The man with the short staff looks on as his captain is literally disarmed by the large shark fishman. He was relived to see that he ran off rather than staying to double team against him. Re-focusing himself he turns back to the lighting man. This was going to be rather difficult to defeat if he makes even one mistake. That lighting power was nothing to sneeze at either. "You will be taken down. There is no doubt about it." He said calmly before closing his eyes. Suddenly he moves at an incredible speed with this eyes still closed. Somehow he seems to know exactly where Ahio is. He makes a swing at Ahio's head which he is barely able to dodge. The man's movements are sharper than before and suddenly it dawns on Ahio that he might not be able to defeat him without taking some risk. "This is the end pirate!" the man screams as he brings up his staff and strikes at Ahio's stomach. There is a flash of light as the staff hits Ahio in the stomach. The force of the attack was somehow weakened by the shockwave of electric energy that he had focused to that part of his body. Ahio's blades had stuck into the marine as well. However the cuts were very shallow and Ahio took far more damage. The first blade was stuck in the top left shoulder of the marine and the other in the mid chest area. "Ha! Its my victory pirate!" He says confidently. "No..no its not.." Ahio says slowly. "Heart shock." He lets loose a blast of electric energy that runs from the top of his shoulder to his abdomen which runs directly through the marine's heart. The Marine falls to the ground. ~THE PORT~ Hanna did a quick back roll to land on her feet only to see that there was a sheet of glass coming at her on the ground. She quickly leaps to the side only to find the glass changing direction to follow her. "Well this is annoying..." she mutters under her breath. She waits until the glass is right on her and then she leaps in the air over it. This was, in hindsight, a bad move. Now in mid air the glass shoots upwards at her. Her arm jerks quickly as a powerful slash knocks away the majority of the glass but some finds its way into her flesh. A few shards are in her stomach and two or three are in her leg. She lands awkwardly and quickly pulls out the pieces of glass. Her eyes are now widened with anger and she glares at Sylas. "Bastard...I'll fucking kill you..." she holds her sword now in a reverse grip and then takes her pistol and re-loads it swiftly. "I will end you.....now." She says as her wide eyes narrow and she leaps forward with no reguard to the glass on the ground now. She leaps carefully over the glass and just past a few shards that shot up at her. She swings once with the sword in an attempt to hit/break the glass swords and then immediately afterwards attempted to shoot at close range. The problem however is she left herself too open after such an attack. The old man watches as Marxo arrives back from his fight. He seems surprised that he had won but not overly so. He doesn't loos his composure. He simply strokes his beard and then cracks his creaky old shoulder. "Hmm. Guess he won't be promoted. Oh yeah...forgot to mention something. Every officer in this mission is up for promotion depending on how they do. I had hoped he would have kept his head rather than going all out like that. He is the most troublesome of my students." The old man said in regard to the cannon ball man. "He was far to reckless. So long as he is alive I can always have him train more tho.." He lets his thoughts trail off for a moment but it was at this time Nabil created the heat needles. "Oh ho." The old man said with a mild curiosity. "Heat weapons. Non physical but will probably deal some kind of physical damage. Not bad." He holds up his pole and takes a strange stance. It almost looks like a sword stance as he simply holds the pole at the end. It seems that in the spare moment he had he had strung the fishing pole. The needles fly at him but he quickly and nimbly dodges out of the way and actually strikes two of the needles with the pole and bent their trajectory away from him. With a quick and powerful cast he flung the hook at the end of the string behind Marxo and Nabil. It hooked on a large piece of stone that had been broken up by the cannon ball. With a jerk of his wrists he flings the stone at Nabil's back. The pole however seems to have warped slightly and the power of the stone has been reduced. The old man looks down at the pole and see's where the heat has weakened the metal. "Too bad. It was a good weapon too." He says lightly as he casts it aside. Now entering the port is a massive seven foot shark. At his right near the edge of the port is a man using glass fighting a young girl with a gun and a saber. At the other end of the port there seems to be a 2 v 1 battle going on of the two from the bar as they fight a mysterious old man. However Able notices something or rather someone standing on top of the Marine ship. The figure leaps down and lands in the middle of the port and gather's everyone's attention. It is a normal looking man standing at about six feet and eight inches tall with a scruffy unshaven five o clock shaddow and bushy brown hair. The man is wearing a captain's jacket and seems to be wiping sleep out of his eyes. ~THE TAVERN~ Nikko rubs her head and graciously accepts the doctor's medicine. Smiling she pockets the medicine for later use as she doesn't want anything else to enter her system and disrupt her combat skills. She is probably going to need them soon. Especially with that looming figure of a captain and his leiutenants inching ever closer. The crowd of marines was still causing chaos in the town and it looked like the skirmish that had been going on a few streets down was over and the majority of the fighting was being done at the port. Holding her hand over her eyes to act as a sun visor she peers out with her strange eyes to see Abel arriving no the scene at the port. The two pompous individuals she had met in the tavern were already on the docs fighting some people. Gritting her teeth she shivers slightly as the excitement of the whole event was sinking in. She can't help but grin from ear to ear until she notices that all of the ships had been sunk. "Well that sucks...." She says not really pointing out what it is that she is talking about. However she notices that there is still ...one...boat...left. Just one. The massive marine flagship was still afloat and had plenty of ammo and probably supplies. "Yes..." She said slowly. Her trembling now slightly more visible. She throws up her arms in the air. "YEAH!" she screams. It didn't seem that many people reacted to this which was probably good as it was somewhat embarrassing. She looked on as the blue haired girl turned the man's clothing into bricks that now lay on top of him. Her eyes widened and she walked up to her. "That is a neat ability. You have the option to mix objects together based on properties? That is amazing..." She says seemingly in shock for some reason. Then she places her hand on the girl's shoulder. Nikko's hand is covered by a massive glove that obviously is several sizes to large for her. "I want you to join my crew. My name is Nikko. I'm starting a crew and we have a few prospective members already." She points back to the doctor. "He is one there. He is our doctor. My first mate is the big shark guy down in the port. Dunno who all else has decided to join but your powers are interesting. I think that I can have great use for them." She gives her a warm smile and then turns to the man who had taken the cannon ball as he shot a marine in the knee. "You seem strong too. Up to join?" She asks Ryan in a casual way. "How about this..." She says walking over to him. "Lets make a deal. I'll take care of the captain and his lieutenants and you help me take that ship." She points out to the massive Marine ship. "Its the last one still floating and how great would it be to set sail in the grand line on a ship meant to capture us?" Her eyes gleam as she holds out her hands for the cannon ball. "I liked the idea of the catapult but I have a slightly better idea." Reaching out she grabs the cannon ball, not in a rude way but just picking it up. She walks over towards where the Marines are coming up the slight incline to the Tavern from the port and lifts the cannon ball over head. With a quick jump she does a full summersault and lands hard on her feet as she lets go of the cannon ball, effectively throwing it full speed at the captain who didn't have time to react. It ignites and blasts the marines clear off of the road giving them a quick and easy path to the port. "There." Nikko says brushing off her gloves. "Now we can get there in no time." She looks back to see the doctor hardly paying attention to anything she jut said but instead treating an injured marine. It took her back a bit as she let out a sigh. She wasn't expecting the doctor to do something like that. It made him kind of amazing in her eyes. Walking up to him she pats him on the back "Wow. Not many would do that to people that had just threatened them. You really are a good doctor aren't you?" She smiles and then picks him up and throws him over her back. "But my guess is you're slow. So I'll give you a lift. Lets head out." With not even a second thought she jumps into a full sprint down the newly cleared road toward the port.	Name: Nikko Tenchi Appearance: Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough Age: Appears to be about 18. Personality: While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk). It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous. Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island History: I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people. Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt. Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line. Fruit: None Fighting style: Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own. For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them. Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well. Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright) Bounty: Currently 0
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(8,_________,8P'______88______________88""8bma,. _8I________,8P'_______88,______________"8b___""P8ma, _(8,______,8d"________`88,_______________"8b_____`"8a __8I_____,8dP_________,8X8,________________"8b.____:8b __(8____,8dP'__,I____,8XXX8,________________`88,____8) ___8,___8dP'__,I____,8XxxxX8,_____I,_________8X8,__,8 ___8I___8P'__,I____,8XxxxxxX8,_____I,________`8X88,I8 ___I8,__"___,I____,8XxxxxxxxX8b,____I,________8XXX88I, ___`8I______I'__,8XxxxxxxxxxxxXX8____I________8XXxxXX8, ____8I_____(8__,8XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX8___I________8XxxxxxXX8, ___,8I_____I	Name: Nikko Tenchi Appearance: Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough Age: Appears to be about 18. Personality: While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk). It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous. Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island History: I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people. Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt. Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line. Fruit: None Fighting style: Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own. For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them. Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well. Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright) Bounty: Currently 0
53,210	1,444	74	837	2,965	Ryan turned to Nikko and shrugged. "Sure, I'll join. I don't really have anything better to do right now and you guys seem pretty cool. I'm Ryan, it's nice to meet- and you're taking the cannonball, that's cool I guess." Ryan let her take the cannonball and whistled as she threw it at the captain and his men. He walked towards her and the ship quickly and smiled. "Nice throw. What's your name again?" He asked the dust left in her trail as she rushed towards the ship. He blinked twice and rushed after her. "Dont leave me! I don't like the big stupid Marines!" Ryan yelled as he ran after her.	Name: Ryan Chideta Height/Weight: 5"4, 110 Pounds Age: 22 Personality: Ryan is a very contradictory individual. He constantly pushes himself to the brinks of death as he trains constantly to become the best at what he does, but he can spend entire days doing absolutely nothing as he just lies down and stares at the sky. He's an easily excited individual who can never focus on one thing for long periods of time, but the dedication he puts into his marksmanship is rivaled by few. In battle though he seemingly becomes a new person as he pinpoints enemy weaknesses and environmental advantages and disadvantages. He doesn't talk during battle either, he instead let's his bullets do the talking. Few things faze him as he becomes a machine dedicated to his current goal. He can be serious outside of battle, he just prefers not to. His life motto is, "Life is already too serious. Why make it more so on purpose?" Home Island/Sea: East Blue History: Ryan was born on a pirate ship known as The Horsemen of War. They had kidnapped a prostitute and one of the crew members had a child with her. They kept it well hidden until the child was born, the crew killed the prostitute and the crew member. The captain, Quiet Shot, refused to kill the child and instead has the rest of the crew take care of him. The boy grew up fast, he learned to shoot with the best of them and every so often he went treasure hunting with the rest of the crew too. It was at the age of 13 that life changed for him. The Navy was finally cracking down on them and there were few people besides the captain left. Quiet Shot sent Ryan away on the last lifeboat as the Navy closed in on them, for the last time. Five years pass by and Ryan is hunting for treasure on an unnamed island in the middle of nowhere. He digs up a chest and after breaking it open he finds a bunch of fruit. He gets pretty pissed and throws a lot of it into the ocean. As he's about to throw the last piece his stomach growls and he realizes just how hungry he is. He has some fruit, so why not eat it. He immediately regretted that as he tasted oil mixed with dog crap. He swallowed it begrudgingly and almost immediately felt something wrong. He passed out for a bit, when he woke up his left arm was gone, with only oil spilled all over the beach sand. After about five minutes or so of panicking he began hoping and praying for his arm to be back, it began reforming out of the oil. He then realized exactly what happened. He had heard rumours of Devil Fruits from other pirates, he had just eaten one. Fast forward 6 years and he's traveling the seas in search of a worthy captain and a worthy goal. Fruit: Oiru-Oiru no Mi, Logia Class The Oiru-Oiru no Mi allows the user to turn into Oil, and use said oil for anything oil may be used for. The user can produce large amounts of oil and can liquefy their entire body if needed. If the user wanted to hide in a small bottle then they could, they could also power a vehicle with their own body if they wanted. Typical weaknesses apply, the user cannot float on water using the Oiru-Oiru Fruit. They will just solidify into their body and sink as usual. The major weakness of the fruit is the users own weakness to fire, when turned into oil they are highly flammable. Fighting style: Ryan uses guns, lots and lots of guns. While most people can only hold two guns, Ryan can form arms of oil to hold more guns and fire more bullets. He is also adept at reloading fast, but there is a limit to how much he can multitask. More complex tasks will require more attention, while simple things like loading and firing a gun is easy for him to do. He tries to stay away from the enemy, but he's no slouch in close combat. He uses typical Logia tactics like liquefying to avoid hits, but he also uses the oil he produces with incendiary bullets to create fires and in extreme cases, explosions. He keeps 10 guns on him at minimum at all times. Ship Positions: TBA, could be maintenance guy. Bounty: 0
53,211	1,444	75	1,644	324	Ignore this, muse is kinda meh right now and I made a crappy ppst	Name: Tristan S. Jasper Height: 5'4" Weight: 180lbs Appearance: (couldn't find a pic that worked) He's usually seen wearing a tan cloak with the hood down and a pair of red goggles usually just under his hair line. His hair is medium length and curls at the ends however there's usually a few stray strandd of hair that stick out and curl over in the front partially covering his goggles. He wears light brown light weight work boots. Under his cloak is a thin silk black long sleeve shirt and thin black leather gloves as well as thick black pants with turquoise padding over the pockets. Personality: He's quiet, kind, and gentle. He always has a smile on his face no matter what the situation is. When it comes to fight his calm and collected, his attacks are all precise to make up for his lack of strength. He also likes to collect all of the things he learns along his travels in journals and is quite skilled at assessing situations and making plans as well as changing plans quickly whenever something goes wrong. Home Island/Sea: Due to so much traveling in his life his home island is unknown but his home sea is East Blue History: Tristan S. Jasper lived his life for the most parts on the streets moving from town to town, island to island (whenever a nice captain would come along and allow him to hitch a ride). His chest and face had some scars on them. Since he never really had any money and wasn't very popular with..well people in general because of his beggar appearance people assumed he was some kind of beggar or thug. People often tossed him around, picked fights with him, and kicked him around, but he never fought back or did harsh things to anyone. Anytime he saw an opportunity to help someone he'd take it, never wanting only giving. Even though his life was harsh he always had a smile on his face. One day he noticed an old man on a road being jumped by a group of thugs so he jumped in used his body to shield the old man. The old man seeing his kindness offered to let him stay with him. A few years later Tristan was out with the old man on a food run when those thugs showed up again..this time in a larger group. In the fight he had decided to target one of the thugs who was bigger than the rest and was going on about how he was the strongest person. Once the boy saw an opening in the man's attack and reacted within almost the blink of an eye and he'd won the fight shortly after and the old man explain that this was the potential he had seen in him when they first met. All of this happened..let's say a good five years before where he starts in the rp. At this point he's just been traveling since the old man died. Fruit: No fruit Fighting style: His fighting style is one he developed over time. It relies mainly on dodging and countering. Assessing the enemies strengths and using them against him. It's completely hand to hand he never uses weapons, his impressive reaction time also helps him in his fighting. As for techniques he currently has two. Keen Eye in which he heightens his focus relying on all senses rather than just sight and sound to judge the enemies movements letting him react to their attacks with more accuracy and pinpoint which where in he puts more focus on sight to spot an enemies weak spot and deal more damge. Ship Position: Doesn't have one yet. Bounty: 0
53,212	1,444	76	1,966	2,605	Nabil lets out a small groan at Marxo’s comment, his fist firm on his side as he lowered his head and shook it. “Can’t say you’re wrong about that one.” he muttered, glancing off towards the ruined building. “Trying to get your bounty up?” he asked with a faint smile. The collateral damage was sure to add something to his already impressive price. He heard the Marine behind him mumbling, impressed by his devil fruit abilities but he showed no attention to him. It was always more unnerving—atleast it seemed so to him—when he ignored his opponents. He rubbed his neck halfheartedly as he conversed with his partner casually. “You beat the Captain that quick huh? Perhaps I’m losing my edge. Maybe we should join that knife-ear’s crew at all.” Marxo would probably pick up on his sarcasm, not many could. That was a testament to their friendship. With his eyes staid on the Marine, he had noticed the nimble footwork and narrowed his eyes on them. Not even Marxo’s opponent had been that quick; he had noticed that with his first strike. That cannonball bastard would have been beaten easily if not for the man in front of him. The man in front of him was stronger than he had first thought. The hand he had tucked in his pocket came out as he followed the fishing line passing over Marxo and himself. The hook was strong enough to lift a thick slab of earth and yank it towards him. Nabil thought about blasting it away with his abilities but opted for simply moving out the way with a lunge. Rolling into a crouch, Nabil found the Marine again and shot his needles off towards him. As they narrowed in on the aged man, he clenched his fist and melded them into a large lance. His hand would move, follow the Marine, and the lance would do the same with a deadly accuracy. “Sorry … but it seems my teammate is getting impatient. I’ll end this now.”	Name: Nabil "The Calm" Valley Height/Weight: 5’9” / 142lbs Age: 18 The alias “The Calm” was given to Nabil due to his infallible ability to seem un-phased by most antagonist. Some assume that he hides an intelligence behind this composed wall. Those are lies. He is as smart as the next man, maybe a bit more so, but that’s mainly due to his innate caution. He knows when to shut his mouth and when to speak out against others. In that aspect, he travels in a gray area. Where one person’s reality is not his own, but instead an adjacent to what could have been. In other words, he attempts to empathize with others. His love for the sea is directly tied to his extensive love for freedom, which contradicts his abnormal caution. Home Island/Sea: Provestal Island. The son of two Marines, it was very unlikely that Nabil would later become a pirate. In fact, his parent’s loving nature left little to be desired. When the two were deployed, expecting to be gone for several years, he was sent to live with distant relatives on Provestal Island. A quaint, small place where a unnerving calm saturated the air. On the island he explored the deep woods that surrounded the small town. Finding interest in the giant wild life and floral. He couldn’t understand it for the longest, unwilling to show his ignorance he would remain that way for several months. When he finally asked his aunt and cousin, they explained that the oxygen levels on the island was abnormally high. He took those words to face value and continued finish his breakfast, a rather calm fascination now inside of him. By the age of thirteen, Nabil had seemingly become the living force of Provestal Isle’s calm. Though many had resided on the isle, not many could match his level of tranquil. When others were too afraid to enter the force, he would walk through the greenery, alongside the giant beasts, and gaze at the crater in its center. Every day he returned there, he felt the urge to delve inside grow stronger. It was like the sound of the careening waterfall hitting the dark bottom was a calling card. It beckoned for him to adventure below but caution staid his descent. At the age of fifteen, Provestal Isle was visited by a band of pirates. They washed ashore on a broken and shattered boat, the captain deeply worried about his crew. The island offered them shelter for three nights. Those three nights were filled with stories of stormy adventures and fanciful tales of the unnatural. Needless to say, Nabil was enticed by them. On the fourth night, the Marines surrounded the isle with a fleet of ranked officers. The Pirate Captain, who expressed his desire to not tangle the island up in his affairs had decided to give himself up. He left with his crew moments later. An hour had peacefully passed before cannon fire had begun to rain down. A scarce group of the pirates returned in tears, warning that the marines was going to kill them all, despite their surrender. Behind them, the marines trampled forward. Nabil and his cousin, along with others, were told to retreat to the forest. To let the beasts protect them as a last resort. As Nabil guided his cousin to the crater, he could hear the cries of villagers as some of the beasts prowled on them. Dark smoke soon billowed from the tree line, orange heat lined its treetops. Nabil believed his cousin and himself to be safe. That was until canon fire came dangerously close to them. Fear led him to trying to convince his cousin to dive into the crater with him; the promise of water below was not enough though. The boy, who was supposed to jump on three with him, had stayed on top, where canon fire had seared his face and tossed him out of sight. At the bottom of the cavern spring, Nabil immediately swore vengeance on the Marines. He followed the water to the mouth of the island, one that led out into the ocean. Once he returned back to the shore, he witnessed the pirate captain shackled and ready to be inhumanly executed. Nabil realized that the majority of the Marines had left during his long stay in the cavern and that only a few was left. He would have heroically saved the guy, if he had been so afraid. He was shot several times in the head before finally being left alone. Nabil waited until nightfall, when the sea was quiet and empty till he finally approached. The captain was dead but the beach was littered with members of his crew. As Nabil walked through, a bloodied hand grabbed him and instructed, with vexation in his voice, to avenge them. With that in mind, he told Nabil the location of a treasure near the inn in the village. The village was burned to the ground and Nabil had all but given up hope on finding anyone alive. They all had bullets in them, one for each alive he figured. Once to the treasure chest, he found a fruit inside. He bit it after a bit of hesitance and after spitting it out, found out it was a devil fruit. He became a 10,000 degrees human. Years later and he had become a pirate, one hell bent on getting in the marines way. Usually his actions were small, intervening with rookie marines in small towns and allowing the escape of other pirates. Though recently he hijacked a marine ship and sailed it to Reverse Mountain. Devil Fruit: Atsu Atsu no Mi (Hot Hot Fruit) Fighting style: Direct and brutish, Nabil fights in conjunction with his Hot Hot Fruit abilities. Landing searing blows and burning away those that stand in his way. He seems to know some form of martial arts, as he often lowers into a stance when fighting one on one. With all the potential of a Supenova. Nabil has the possibility to use Observation Haki, Arms Haki, and Conquerors Haki. Though these have not been explored and largely unseen. He will need immense training to bring these out of himself. Atsu Atsu no Spears Nabil shapes the heat that fumes from his body into several needles. He launches these needles at the speed of a musket's bullet and pierces those he's up against. With a cold calculation, he uses this technique to take out mass armies of weaklings. Though fast and effective, it pretty easy to dodge if you're perceptive. Ship Positions: - 10,000,000
53,213	1,444	77	1,644	324	Tristan was watching the woman he was fighting closely, not noticing the man standing next to him, to see how she'd react to his countermove. He sees the man charge forward and attack her gritting his teeth and mumbling to himself " Dammit this is gonna make things more difficult... " He continues analyzing the situation watching her movements and now watching the man's movements. Tristan noticed her starting to run towards them at a slower speed and raised his guard in suspicion. Once she launched at them in a slower speed and brought her legs down on the two he leaned to the side and pushed against the bottom of her leg moving it a bit then grabbing it. As his foot slid from the movement, using the motion to provide leverage to launch her over the two, he responded to her. " I said I'm no pirate...and I can handle you just fine on my own, I wouldn't want to be unfair against you! " He looks at the man and motions his head trying to signal him to run towards the pier and help out with the fighting there. Tristan retool his stance from before with his legs closed tightly and one arm behind him and one in front of him. He then quickly switches to a more a relaxed stance standing facing her sideways with one leg a little further out then the other and his arms relaxed " Shall we dance then m'lady? "	Name: Tristan S. Jasper Height: 5'4" Weight: 180lbs Appearance: (couldn't find a pic that worked) He's usually seen wearing a tan cloak with the hood down and a pair of red goggles usually just under his hair line. His hair is medium length and curls at the ends however there's usually a few stray strandd of hair that stick out and curl over in the front partially covering his goggles. He wears light brown light weight work boots. Under his cloak is a thin silk black long sleeve shirt and thin black leather gloves as well as thick black pants with turquoise padding over the pockets. Personality: He's quiet, kind, and gentle. He always has a smile on his face no matter what the situation is. When it comes to fight his calm and collected, his attacks are all precise to make up for his lack of strength. He also likes to collect all of the things he learns along his travels in journals and is quite skilled at assessing situations and making plans as well as changing plans quickly whenever something goes wrong. Home Island/Sea: Due to so much traveling in his life his home island is unknown but his home sea is East Blue History: Tristan S. Jasper lived his life for the most parts on the streets moving from town to town, island to island (whenever a nice captain would come along and allow him to hitch a ride). His chest and face had some scars on them. Since he never really had any money and wasn't very popular with..well people in general because of his beggar appearance people assumed he was some kind of beggar or thug. People often tossed him around, picked fights with him, and kicked him around, but he never fought back or did harsh things to anyone. Anytime he saw an opportunity to help someone he'd take it, never wanting only giving. Even though his life was harsh he always had a smile on his face. One day he noticed an old man on a road being jumped by a group of thugs so he jumped in used his body to shield the old man. The old man seeing his kindness offered to let him stay with him. A few years later Tristan was out with the old man on a food run when those thugs showed up again..this time in a larger group. In the fight he had decided to target one of the thugs who was bigger than the rest and was going on about how he was the strongest person. Once the boy saw an opening in the man's attack and reacted within almost the blink of an eye and he'd won the fight shortly after and the old man explain that this was the potential he had seen in him when they first met. All of this happened..let's say a good five years before where he starts in the rp. At this point he's just been traveling since the old man died. Fruit: No fruit Fighting style: His fighting style is one he developed over time. It relies mainly on dodging and countering. Assessing the enemies strengths and using them against him. It's completely hand to hand he never uses weapons, his impressive reaction time also helps him in his fighting. As for techniques he currently has two. Keen Eye in which he heightens his focus relying on all senses rather than just sight and sound to judge the enemies movements letting him react to their attacks with more accuracy and pinpoint which where in he puts more focus on sight to spot an enemies weak spot and deal more damge. Ship Position: Doesn't have one yet. Bounty: 0
53,214	1,444	78	251	197	Brenda watches in awe as Nikko, who was out cold a few moments ago, hurls that heavy cannonball effortlessly. And to offer her a spot in the crew? "YES!" Brenda completely fails to hide her excitement, but continues at a more reasonable volume "I won't let you down, Captain! Brenda Wirrit! That's me." Then Brenda sprints after Nikko, stumbling a little in her excitement and bumping gently into Nikko's back when the captain stops again.	Name: Brenda Wirrit Appearance: Height/Weight: 5', 90lbs Age: 19 Personality: Happy, upbeat and infinitely curious, Brenda tries her best to see the bright side in any situation. She panics easily, but quickly regains a manic sort of composure. She's more likely to act before thinking and deal with the consequences. The common tongue is her second language, so she sometimes misunderstands. Home Island/Sea: Okidou Island, East Blue. An island with large forests of strong trees, chiefly exported for shipmaking. The island's inhabitants take care to the forests to ensure they plant more trees than they cut down, to ensure future livelihood. The people have their own language. History: Brenda grew up on Okidou Island watching the varieties of ship arrive to buy the islands wood, amazed that pieces of her homeland would travel so far. She always wanted to find out how the ships were made. When she was nine, a storm sunk a ship near Okidou's coast. The people all helped out with the rescue. Much of the cargo was lost under the sea, but Brenda rowed her home-made raft out, swam down and found a watertight box containing a devil fruit, which she ate back at her 'secret hideout', a beach hut she also made herself. Brenda loved her amazing new powers, but the folk back home weren't quite so happy. The captain of the sunken ship was especially displeased, as he intended to trade the fruit for a large supply of wood, to supply his shipyard. Regardless, something about the young girl's passion for carpentry appealed to him, so he made a deal with Brenda's father. She would come with him to work off the cost of the fruit, learning a shipwright's trade. Ten years later, Brenda has finished paying off the fruit (Which also happened to be the day her tutor decided she'd learned all he could teach) and set out to explore the oceans, see new styles of carpentry. While she was working at the shipyard, Brenda took plenty of photographs (Some kind of snail-based camera?) to write letters home, and as a farewell gift the master of the shipyard gave her an empty book, to fill with memories of her journey. Fruit: Maze-Maze no Mi, AKA the Mix-Mix Fruit. Paramecia Type. Brenda has the ability to turn herself and other objects into a putty-like substance by rpidly kneading it with her hands. They turn back if left alone, but while transformed it can be mixed with another liquid or transformed substance, to combine the two. She can also separate the objects again by reaching 'in' and pulling it out. Common uses for Brenda include mixing a wooden plank into glue, to get a substance that's sticky and applyable by brush but hardens into a solid wooden coating, mixing a hammer into her hand for an iron punch, or mixing cloth with a sheet of metal to easily shape it, then remove the cloth and end up with metal in the required shape. The chief limitations on the ability are that Brenda can only transform an object small or light enough for her to lift, as she needs to use both hands to putty-ify something, and she is unable to use her ability on living creatures other than herself. Soaking combined objects in saltwater also unmixes them if done within the first few days, as the sea nullifies the devil-fruit power. It also has a tendancy to activate when Brenda is distracted or startled, mixing her with her gear. Her hat and hair often fuse as soon as she stops paying attention, giving her a hairstyle in the shape of a hat, with it's decorations mixed in. If Brenda trips into a pile of bricks, she may turn to putty and splatter into them, reforming herself very blocky. And she tends to wake up in the morning with a pillow for a head. Mix-Mix Combine Rapidly knead into putty and combine two or more objects. Mix-Mix Augment Combine an object with a part of her body, to boost herself somehow, or gain some measure of control over it. (e.g. Hammer fist, rope tail, telescope eyes) Mix-Mix Full Body Putty Brenda transforms her whole body into putty. Very limited mobility, but greatly increased defence. Needs to be in this state to use Mix-Mix Full Body augment Mix-Mix Full Body Augment Brenda combines her whole self with an object or objects. This needs a greater supply of objects to be effective, or else they are too diluted. Mix-Mix Separate Pull objects out of a Mix-Mix technique, restoring them to their original properties. So far, Brenda can only use Mix-Mix Separate on objects she's added to the mix herself. She may develop the ability to undo other mixtures or compounds in the future. As well as the size limitation, the more alive something is, the harder it is for Brenda to work on it. Something completely inorganic is the easiest, with 'dead' organic matter such as a plank, cloth or a steak being only a little harder. A living plant is the limitation of her ability. Animals or people (Other than herself) are beyond Brenda's capabilities to alter. For now, anyway. Fighting style: Brenda is not a skilled fighter, but if pressured into a fight her style would be best described as 'wild brawling'. She throws whatever is to hand, mixes tools into herself for extra punching power and crawls under tables, over chairs and slams doors in faces or dumps pots on heads. She's no match for a skilled fighter, but can keep an amateur off guard long enough to escape. If cornered, she'd probably try setting something on fire. Ship Position: Assistant Shipwright Bounty: Insignificant (May have picked up a few hundred for petty crimes in local jurisdictions, but nothing that would cross a sea)
53,215	1,444	79	1,093	305	M a r x o Marxo noticed as the fishing line tied to the end of an overheated weapon. It seemed he was about to use it to fling something at Nabil. Just as he thought it a piece of gravel came soaring towards Nabil , the line and hook were both connected to it. He noticed Nabil move out of the way but decided to show off a little as he destroyed the rock with a forceful punch. “ Flinging dirt are we now Sergeant. Isn’t that a little below you.” , he laughed at Nabil’s earlier remark as he coaxed the marine. “ This isn’t a 2 on 1 and unless you want it to turn into I suggest you equip your glasses and watch where you’re throwing.	Marxo St. Laurant Height/Weight: 6’1, 160lbs Age:19 Personality: Marxo is quite calm and collected. He tends to speak in a very collective manner. Even in dire situation, he is always the one to keep his cool. He thinks it would better help the situation if he acts this way. It is often hard to make him made but not impossible. The most two major things that upset him are being turned down by females and running out of smokes. Other than that he remains almost monotone, from his voice, personality, and mindset. His persona is due to his past. Its almost like he has a split personality . His other half is a maniacal , senseless man with no disregard to human kind. His only interest in that time is seeing everything colored red with the blood of this enemies. Home Island/Sea: St Laurants’ Isle,South Blue History: Marxo was born in the East Blue . His family had traveled to the South almost immediately after he was born. They settled on a deserted island and used the wildlife to live off of. His mother happened to be a master chef but not one of legend and lore. His father on the other hand was a hunter so this made the couple well adept to their surrounding. Within the first three years of Marxo’s life his parents had already tamed the island and renamed the newly cultivated place St. Laurant’s isle after his family. At 7 he was taught how to hunt alongside his father. it seem to come naturally to the boy. his first catch was a friendly panda shark whom his father told him to release back into the sea. After all his mother had no use for such meat. At the age of 14 ,he met his first neighbors. They had also traveled from an island off in the distance. From first sight they seemed like nice people, but eventually more unwelcomes began to turn up. Marxo saw this as a good thing but his parents knew better. They decided to establish a hierarchy with Marxo’s family heading the pack. This was agreeable since they were the first one aboard the island, but one family had different plans. They wanted the St. Laurant’s lifestyle , or better yet their lives. So one day the cooked up a scheme to take out this new head family. Since the St. Laurants’ did all of the hunting and cooking the other family decided that taking the load off of them for a day would be the best way to trick the family. It seemed like a convenience to Marxo and his family so they gladly accepted the invitation. The other would hunt and prepare a monstrous feast for the now,small village and the heads of the village but inside of the meals that they could would be either sleeping or paralyzing powder. On the night Marxo was turning 15 . He could never forget this night. It would be forever burned into his mind. His parents had been gutted like fishes in front of his very eyes. They had received the sleeping powder while he the paralyzing one. He knew they never stood a chance but he begged and pleaded with the other family. They just smiled and kept cutting till his parents resembled carved turkey. He knew he’d be next. Just as they made their way towards him , the powder began to wear off. He could feel the blood rushing in his hands, then to his arms , and legs. Next came the pain. Tears swelled up in his eyes , as he continued to play helpless. As soon as the family made its move he’d destroy them. The father began to untie his hands. The moment he felt free he took the chair his was once sitting in and slammed it across the man’s face. He then picked up a piece of broken wood the chair and ran it like a dagger straight thru his heart. He stared at the other two women with soul-less eyes. “Your next.”, he exclaimed as he rushed towards them both with the same piece of wood he’d taken the man out with previously. He stabbed the women repeatedly until he was satisfied and passed out from exhaustion. A few hours later he awoke to find himself on a slave tradeship, along with his fellow neighbors. The boat was headed for the east blue. He would spend the next 2 years as a cook aboard a floating restaurant in the sea until his killer mentality got the best of him and he slayed the entire crew. Before deserting the emptied cafe he’d stumbled upon an odd fruit. Upon eating the fruit his body began to turn into shadows. He later came to find out it was the “Yami Yami no Mi” fruit. For the next two years he trained and study everything he could find about the fruit .He truly wants to learn how to fully control the fruit and manipulate it to help him become a pirate. Fruit: Moa Moa no Mi: The Moa Moa no Mi is a Paramecia-class Devil Fruit that allows the user to amplify the size or speed of any object they touch. More More Sanjubai Giri (モアモア百倍斬り Moa Moa Hyaku-bai Giri, literally meaning "More More Thirtyfold Slash"): enlarges a scythe to 30 times its original size while it's flying towards his opponent. More More Jubai Soku (モアモア十倍速 Moa Moa Jū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Tenfold Speed"): increases speed to 10 times original speed, More More Sanjubai Soku (モアモア三十倍速 Moa Moa Sanjū-bai Soku, literally meaning "More More Thityfold Speed"): increases his speed to 30 times his original speed. Fighting style: Jeet Kune Do(Wing Chun)- not fixed or patterned, and is a philosophy with guiding thoughts. It was named for the Wing Chun concept of interception or attacking while one's opponent is about to attack. Jeet Kune Do practitioners believe in minimal movements with maximum effects and extreme speed. The system works by using different "tools" for different situations, where the situations are divided into ranges, which are kicking, punching, trapping, and grappling, where martial artists use techniques to flow smoothly between them. Ship Position: Tba. -For the Death and Desecration of an Entire Island -Deaths of a Cook Captain and crewmembers.
53,216	1,444	80	2,428	4,471	"You're not allowed to die" Shallow breathing could be heard behind Leonard's mask. Even if he was a doctor, and a damn good one in terms of skill, he still lacked a definitive factor to being able to handle something like this. Experience. A veteran surgeon wouldn't bat an eye at seeing a body mutilated, and he most certainly was not a veteran. As he neared finishing treating the knee, nausea, unease, and lack of real confidence started taking their toll. Before long, he looked like he hadn't eaten in a month, and his hands were quaking as he started stitching the wound shut. The bleeding was stopped, the bullet was gone, and the shards of knee had been moved or put back into place if he believed they would heal back together well enough. Standing, his legs quaked as he gathered his things, several syringes and scalpels rolling out as he fumbled, struggling to cover himself with his coat. He hoped he'd managed to save the man's leg, at the very least. Feeling like he was going to hurl, he was about to clean the blood off his gloves before Nikko came over and...praised him. She actually praised him for doing something so stupid and reckless as saving someone who was prepared to shoot him. A slight tinge of red, hidden by his black-iron mask, emerged on his cheeks as he smiled. "T-Thank you...I-i-it wasn't easy, b-b-but I think he'll b-b-be okay." he explained, legs still quaking and most of the stuttering coming from his teeth chattering. He was nervous as nervous could be. Then she picked him up and threw him over her back. Confused as all get-out, he flailed a bit as she ran, realizing that she was still fully intent on having him in her crew. Resigning himself, he just let her carry him. He'd had enough for one day at that point.	Name: Leonard Siegfriedt Appearance: (Ignore the gun, his pansy ass probably couldn't even lift it) Height/Weight: 5’2, 112 lbs. Age: 19 Personality: While Leonard may seem like a rather grim person, that’s just a misconception most people would get from his clothing. He’s actually rather shy, and tries to hide as much of himself from others as he can, hence the hood and the faceguard. He’s actually a lot nicer than you’d take him for, difficult to anger and easy to please. As a doctor, he believes it to be his duty to help the unwell, and can’t stand to see people suffer when he can do something to help. Even though he has Hypochondriasis. Home Island: North Blue, Principality of Eurijk History: To understand why Leonard is the way he is, it’s more important to know who his parents were, or rather, parent. A woman by the name of Charlotte Siegfriedt, infamously known as the Plague Woman. A person who consumed a rather odd Devil-Fruit by the name of the Toru-Toru no Mi, the Thieving fruit. Despite the powerful nature of the fruit, Charlotte solely used the innately malicious power of the fruit to, rather than steal things such as other’s organs or lives, instead stole from them their ailments, their weariment, their sickness, and their afflictions. Truly a saint, Charlotte traveled the world, willing to help whoever she could save by using her own body as the host for innumerable viruses. Doing so was no easy task for her, however. The pain was unbearable at times, with several fevers racking her body every week, sometimes hitting at the same time. Were it not for her strong conviction to help others, she likely would have died in her sleep countless times. Naturally, carrying that many ailments would shorten one’s lifespan dramatically, and as such, she was fated to die by the age of 30, if not sooner. Doing what she could with her remaining time, she travelled the North Blue, where she was already infamous for having eliminated the lethal Muave Pox that spread through it years before; infamous for being the only known carrier of it. As such, she was shunned and nearly stoned to death several times, resulting in the loss of one of her eyes. From there, Leonard isn’t sure of how he came to be. He isn’t sure who his father is, or how an infant was able to be born without getting deathly ill from a woman like his mother. But what he did know was that his mother was dying every moment he was with her. It was a terrifying experience for the boy, knowing that his mother would die soon. But he never expected the day she would leave their make-shift home in the middle of the swamp-land region of Eurijk. Without a word of goodbye besides a letter telling Leonard to live honestly, his mother vanished. Sailing off to sea, she perished in the middle of the sea somewhere, her body drifting to the bottom of the sea with her host of plagues. Terribly saddened and alone, Leonard soon declined into depression, cursing the world that there was never anyone who could cure his mother of her illnesses. Now alone in the world, Leonard studied tirelessly to perfect medicines of his own concoction, using himself and various animals around the area to test his brews. One of those concoctions also happened to nearly blow his entire home to pieces, resulting in the left side of his face to be burned quite severely. Years later, without a penny to his name, he set off into the world to cure the incurable, more than aware of his dream being absolutely ridiculous. But then...a world free of sickness never was his own dream. It was his mother’s. Fighting Style: Do No Harm Despite his Hippocratic Oath, Leonard understands perfectly well that in this violent world, conflict is inevitable. While not a proficient hand-to-hand fighter, he has the knowledge required to dislocate someone’s bones if given enough of an opening, as well as having amazingly precise and steady hands. Combined with his accurate vision, he is able to throw scalpels like throwing knives with a great deal of precision. Crew Position: Doctor Bounty: 0 Others: Wears his faceguard more to hide his face than to keep from catching something, despite his frightfully strong immune system. While he does have the potential to have rather strong Observation Haki, he is currently unaware of Haki's existence, and has no idea how to use it. Character Theme
53,217	1,444	81	1,105	2,351	Sylas This woman just didn't understand how great her opponent truly was. Sylas only made a disappointed sigh as she jumped around to keep avoiding his expanding glass floor. "You marines just don't get it," Sylas started to comment before noticing that Hanna had made a very direct lunge at him for an attack. The young ex-captain brought up his glass swords in an X shape, blocking her saber at the cost of their blades. The collision shattered both swords but deflected Hanna's sword enough to keep Sylas from harm. In that brief moment, time seemed to slow down. The shards of the swords just hung in the air as the marine woman aimed her pistol at Sylas once again. "I won't be defeated." The pirate spun around on his axis and leaned back, twirling out of the way of Hanna's aim right before she fired. The glass that had broken and flung around the air began to move, being manipulated and pulled back towards Sylas. The two broken sword hilts he was holding began attracting the glass, reforming the blades as if they had never broken in the first place. All the while he continued his rotation to make a full circle, facing the airborne and vulnerable Hanna. "Remember my name." In a display of speed and brutality, Sylas brought both sabers down across her right side, creating a deep cut in the shape of an X along her right midsection. A blow to end a fight, surely, but not necessarily lethal. The glass on the ground that had been moving to capture her had ceased activity, simply becoming inanimate flooring. The bloody swords fell to the ground as Sylas moved both his hands to dramatically remove his glasses before striking a pose over the defeated marine. "Sylas Maison, the next great legend." He the put his glasses back on, taking a moment to look down at Hanna to make sure she wouldn't try to attack him again. She did seem tenacious, after all, and a sword to the back would be a great way for her to get revenge.	Name: "Shattering" Sylas Maison Height/Weight: 6'0" (182cm) / 170lbs (77.1kg) Age: 20 Personality: Eccentric and emotional, Sylas is known for being an overly melodramatic fellow. Prone to telling tale tales of grand feats he may or may not have ever accomplished, his flair for drama is second-to-none. He always strives to be interesting and unique, making it easy to spot him in a crowd by looks and sound alone. He is often written off as crazy by those that meet him, especially after they see what he is capable of. Sylas is as impulsive as they come, and accordingly unpredictable. He always strives to amaze those around him with feats of power or compassion, to be recognized as a man worthy of legend. At the very least his wierdness is legendary, but getting that point across to Sylas is impossible. Nobody looks up to Sylas more than Sylas himself. He is infallible in his own eyes and he won't stop until everyone else sees him that way too. Home Island/Sea: West Blue History: Born to Captain Ismael Maison of the Firefly Pirates, Sylas was immersed in the world of swashbuckling from a very young age. Though the Firefly Pirates and consequently Captain Ismael were nothing impressive that didn't stop the enigmatic leader to present grandiose tales to his son. Enamored with his unrealistic and romaticized view of piracy, young Sylas aimed to follow the footsteps of his father and become a legend (despite the fact his father's name was unheard of outside the West Blue). He spent his entire life on board the Firefly's ship, Chain Breaker, training to take the reigns from his father one day as the captain of the crew. When Sylas was fourteen he encountered the Hari Hari no Mi. And encountered is the correct word, as he saw the fruit on board an enemy ship while the crew was raiding it. Being he was hungry at the time he ate it without a second thought. It was only after Ismael questioned where the Devil Fruit was that it was realized Sylas had eaten it. This temporarily put a damper on crew relations, but it was found that Sylas was an even greater asset to the crew now. He was no longer just the captain's kid but now a useful member. Granted his odd personality didn't make him exactly likable. He trained to use his new abilities to the max, believing that they would be key to his future legends. Over time he became the powerhouse of the Firefly Pirates, surpassing anyone else on board by leagues. At nineteen his father finally grew ill and passed away (likely scurvy), leaving Sylas in charge of the Firefly Pirates rather than the more popular first mate, Hopper. Taking it to heart, Sylas immediately declared they would head to the Grand Line. As they made their way across the West Blue, slowly but surely, the crew grew dissatisfied with Sylas's style of leadership. They no longer pillaged towns or raided islands, instead marauding only other pirate crews. After three months they couldn't take it any longer. Following an overly-eccentric twentieth birthday party for Sylas, the crew immediately mutinied. Led by the former first mate, the mutiny forced Sylas to walk the plank. As a Devil Fruit user, this surely meant he would die. But quick thinking and the Hari Hari no Mi powers allowed him to create a small boat. Using his incredible strength and a single paddle, Sylas escaped his former comrades by fleeing towards a nearby island. Or so he thought. His sense of navigation wasn't very spot on and instead Sylas had traversed into the nearby Calm Belt. In a feat of fear-fueled stamina, Sylas managed to paddle his way across the calm belt and onto the Grand Line. With no food or water, Sylas found himself close to death before spotting Reverse Mountain and the Town of Contradiction. After arriving at the port he was given some food and water by sympathetic locals. It took only a day to recover his strength, in which Sylas was immediately indebted and forced to work off the bills for the food he had eaten. This brings us to today, two days after Sylas had arrived at the Town of Contradiction... Fruit: Known as the Glass-Glass Fruit, it is a Paramecia type Devil Fruit that grants the user the ability to create glass at a rapid pace and to manipulate existing glass under certain conditions. Notably not Logia class as users cannot turn themselves into glass nor are they invulnerable to physical attacks. The glass created by a Hari Hari no Mi user can have various properties as determined at the time of creation, though for existing glass to be manipulated it must be untempered and have no stain. The glass created can only ever be in a crystal, solid state though it may be structured to appear liquid. Liquid glass can also be manipulated, if pure and unstained, despite not being able to be produced by the user. The thicker the glass, the longer it takes to create. Glass can only be created from the user's body, but glass that is being manipulated has a much longer range. Most common uses of the Hari Hari no Mi are to create weapons or structures of glass, usually thick so as not to be broken easily. The fragile nature of thin glass makes it a great weapon for slicing even when broken, though thin glass is also useful for manipulating light. A skilled user can create illusions with cleverly manipulated glass and even a an unskilled user could reflect sunlight to blind foes. There are a wide range of possibilities with the Hari Hari no Mi, though it is not without weaknesses. Even the thickest glass is weaker than the equivalent thickness of steel, and due to the crystalline nature of untempered glass it is prone to fracture with ease if it is not made to be especially thick (and even then it is not on par with an identical weapon/structure made of metal). Due to the nature of Busoshoku Haki, Hari Hari no Mi glass of any thickness is shattered with ease if struck by it. Consequently, Busoshoku Haki can be imbued into the glass created if the user is adept with Haki, negating the Haki weakness to a degree. Fighting style: Sylas is a powerhouse, exhibiting incredible strength and the capability to wield absurdly large weapons of his own creation. Though agile in his own right he will stick to his greatest strength: strength. Sylas primarily fights using glass weapons, such as hammers and swords, but his style is just as versatile as his Devil Fruit. Though he is capable of fighting without his Devil Fruit powers, he does lack martial art skills and has to rely on pure physical capability to get by. Sylas is capable of using Busoshoku (Arms) and Kenbunshoku (Observation) Haki to certain degrees, though he reserves this ability. Hari Hari no Hammerfall Sylas creates an absurdly large hammer of glass, over twice his own size, and swings it down with enough force to annihilate the hammer and usually most anything in its path. This can be considered his signature technique and has attributed to his epithet, for the shattering hammer. This technique can be used alternatively, to allow extended use of the hammer by not immediately smashing it. Hari Hari no Great Hammerfall An enlarged version of his signature technique. Sylas creates an even more absurdly large hammer, this time large enough smash an entire building or even a ship. Notably takes more time to create the weapon and it is much more unwieldy in his hands. Only ever good for one attack. Hari Hari no Saber A large glass sword is created. Though fragile and easy to break, it is incredibly sharp. When it is broken the shattered pieces are capable of causing further damage. Sylas can repair the blade in order to extend how long it can be useful. Hari Hari no Windmill Two meter-long, six-point throwing stars are created and flung at the enemy. Due to Sylas's ability to control the glass they will give chase and home in on the desired target until broken beyond use or they hit their mark. Much like the Saber they are incredibly sharp and breaking them still has a probability of taking damage. Hari Hari no Geyser An eruption of thick and spiky layers of glass form from Sylas's feet, stabbing foes and repelling attacks. Due to the thickness of the glass it is less sharp and not as likely to completely slice through opponents, but it is more resilient and can withstand stronger attacks as well as still being able to harm whoever was in the blast zone. Hari Hari no Anchor By creating a sheet of glass across the ground (or oceanwater, if out at sea) and underneath a foe (or opposing ship), Sylas can trap his enemy. Once the glass reaches underneath the enemy it will grow upwards to anchor them in place. For humanoid foes this only requires reaching up to the waist to completely halt their leg movement, and for ships at seat it simply requires getting completely underneath and surrounding it only by a few feet (which is more than enough to completely remove the ship from the water). Hari Hari no Mirror One of Sylas's weaker moves, as it does not usually fit his style and is thus not often used or practiced. Sylas creates a pane of glass, warped to just the right angle to reflect the brightest light source available (usually the sun) and project it in the direction of his enemy to temporarily blind them. Hari Hari no Mist Two balls of glass are created before being broken (throwing, crushing, smashing, doesn't matter), causing them to explode into many tiny shards of glass. Controlling the direction of the spray can create a painful diversion for his foes, potentially blinding them (the permanent kind of blind). Hari Hari no Laser Using a large, circular disk of glass, Sylas focus sunlight onto a specific point via refraction and magnification. This is used to cause fires on anything wooden, and only requires a few seconds of accurate aiming once the disk is properly aligned with the sun. Note Due to the versatile nature of the Hari Hari no Mi, there are many more possibilities of use other than those listed above. This list is to cite the most common and most notable techniques, though more may be added as Sylas expands his uses. Ship Positions: TBA (Former Captain of the Firefly Pirates) Bounty: 3,000,000 Berries
53,218	1,444	82	2,747	345	~MAIN STREET~ The female captain seemed to be rather intrigued by his movements and even had slight smile on her face. Brushing her hair from her face and re-adjusting her glasses she takes a side stance as well. "You are pretty good. Looks like I can't hold back against you." Still holding her ginger grin she kicks off both of her shoes one at a time. Neither of the heavy shoes were launched at Tristin. The first landed on a barrel of grain and it busted the barrel immediatly. The second landed hard on the cobblestone street cracking the stones. She now stands barefoot on the street and relishes the feeling of the bare ground beneath her. "This fight has just begun....or so I would like to say." She sighs as she looks up towards the tavern. A massive cannon blast had rocketed the other marine captain into the city and she didn't think he would be getting back up any time soon. She looks on at the oncoming band of pirates led by Nikko. "I don't really feel like trying to take on that many pirates at once by myself. Besides it looks like I might be needed back at port as well. I suppose I will see you there." She sneers. With a stamp of her heel she seems to almost disappear as she moves incredibly fast. Her speed wasn't anything to sniff at before but now she is incredible. The sudden change of pace takes Tristin off guard and she lands her foot right int he center of his chest. "Would you mind helping a lady step up?" she says just before kicking off of tristan's chest and launching herself into the air landing several houses away. Gracefully she lands into a back-flip and then leaps again towards the port reaching her destination rather quickly. Nikko reaches the places where the battles had just taken place not to long ago. She see's the body of a marine with an unmistakable shark bite wound. The detached arm lay across the way next to two men who wore lieutenant insignia. There were a number of other injured marines as well and the last remaning captain was fighting two men at once. Suddenly she leaped away after spotting Nikko and the others coming towards them. "Well damn." Nikko exhales. She survey's the wreckage and sets Leonard down. She had mostly ignored his protests up until this point. "Looks like we missed the party. And that woman I don't think she just retreated out of fear. I think something is about to happen in the port. Everyone ready for whatever it may be?" She asks the group that had been with her. Then turning she faces the new ones as well. "Looks like you guys fought with my 1st mate. Big guy. Kind of a shark. Hard to miss. Anyway if any of you had fought alongside him you are welcome to join me and the rest of us to take care of this mess at the port." "Oh..." she pauses when Ryan asked her name. "Its Nikko. Nice to meet you." She holds out her hand to shake his. "I'd be glad to have whatever help we can get here in just a bit. I think we should probably continue on though." She narrows her eyes and the group headed out towards the port once more. Arriving just after the woman who had been fighting tristan. ~THE PORT~ Marxo and Nabil were still facing off against the older Sergeant. They may have noticed the other captain that had arrived on scene just moments earlier but they didn't seem to pay him any mind. Nabil himself began to make a melded weapon out his own hands and Sergeant was preparing something himself. Not anything special but simply a kempo looking battle stance. "You two...are going to become dangerous if I don't stop you." The old man says. "But as you are right now I don't mind doing a 2 v 1. Though at this point it won't remain that way for long. My second best student has now woken up and I doubt he will make things easy for you even if you manage the miracle of defeating me." The lunge happened quickly and he backed up. The lances followed him and some scraped his chest making a long singed burn mark. The Sergeant's shirt lights on fire and he quickly tosses it to the side landing several meters away from his starting position. He is rather muscular but more importantly he is covered with scars. "Well that smarts." He says glancing down at his newest scar. "Your ability is quite annoying. It even damaged by fishing pole." With a stamp of his foot the port floor cracks and the old man makes a thrust attack that manages a shockwave. Its much like the flying sword strikes of impressive swordsman but instead its a blunt palm strike passing through the air aimed right at Nabil. Hanna lay defeated after being cut into multiple times. She didn't have that much of a chance to begin with but she had enough talent to keep up at least. She heard his name again one more time before loosing consciousness on the ground. The victory would have to be short lived as the female captain with glasses arrives on the scene just in time to witness Hanna's defeat. The woman is very tall, over six feet, with long blond hair and is notably barefoot. "Hanna?" She gasps but does not approach. It seems something else had also caught her attention. "Rickshaw..." She was now looking over at the bed-headed captain who had landed on the port just moments ago. He stood next to the large Fishman who had also recently arrived. The young man who had just leaped from the ship with bead head cracks his shoulders and looks on at the fights happening in the port. He scratches the stubble on his chin and looks mildly interested. However before too long he spots the massive shark fishman that had just arrive as well. "Oh? You look strong. Mind helping me wake up? Big fella like you has to have some fight in 'em?" He asks rather casually. Its unnerving how calm he is. No its beyond calm its ...relaxed.	Name: Nikko Tenchi Appearance: Height/Weight: 5ft'7in/ enough Age: Appears to be about 18. Personality: While in public she seems well put together and confident in private she is often childish and stubborn. She is headstrong no matter where she is however. Once her mind is made up it would take an act of god to change it. In fact if history provides any reference even that might not. While generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person she has hot blood running through her veins. She may break tables or throw things through walls when she gets angry (or just drunk). It is her inquisitive and curious mind that rules her passion. Her favorite thing to do is to experiment or tinker with things. She has a vast desire to know how things work and to replicate them herself. Her collar and gloves are made with her inventing in mind. Her goggles, which are of her own invention stay on her head without any support at all. She can move them around where she needs and will often bring them down over her eyes during a fight that seems dangerous. Home Island/Sea: Taiko Island History: I am breaking my own rule slightly as some of her past has to do with the overall plot. But in the recent year she has made her name adventuring a bit through different parts of the grand line. While never declaring herself as a pirate per-se she has always considered herself one ever since she has left home which was a year and a half ago. Since then she has met plenty of people. Roughly one month ago she met a person who rivaled her in strength. It was a massive shark fishman hailing from the Wano Country. They initially didn't like each other as he was a bit rude and didn't have the proper respect for women that she felt she deserved. They got into no less than three fights before drawing the attention of a prominent pirate of the area. The two were forced to work together to escape. However in the rush they found themselves stuck in the calm belt. Having spent three days in the calm belt fighting off sea kings and running like hell they managed to pop out in west blue. From there they found a pirate with a bounty worth only a million. It was hardly even effort to take down this man and his crew but it did provide them with enough spending money to ferry a ride with a group of people heading into the grand line. Fruit: None Fighting style: Brawling. Despite her petite figure she is actually incredibly physically strong. Her punch packs a hell of a wallop and her speed is nothing to sniff at. Her style of fighting doesn't follow any particular martial art and is mostly self taught. However despite this self taught style she incorporates moves from several different arts into her own. For example many of her punches seem to be a mix between the way Karate and Boxing punch. However the movements are more fluid and natural than stylized. Many of her kicks seem to come from Tae Kwan do or Muai Thai. She knows how to grapple and throw as well. Her grip is strong enough to stop most ships and the gloves that she wear are made of an incredible material that doesn't seem to rip or tear no matter how much pressure and tension she puts on them. Haki of Observation is her most powerful Haki at this point. She has useage of the Haki of Armament as well. Ship Positions: Captain/Shipwright (looking for apprentice shipwright) Bounty: Currently 0
53,219	1,444	83	837	2,965	"Nice to meet you Nikko! I'm Ryan!" Ryan shook her hand and began looking around. He smiled even as he saw the carnage around him. He had seen much worse before, hell, he had done much worse before. The life of a pirate was a violent one. He looked at Leonard and giggled. "That's a funny mask. I like you. My name's Ryan! What's your name?" He reached out to shake his hand and smiled even more. He then noticed Nikko was moving again and he followed her, sending out a stray tendril of oil to make sure Leonard kept up, by which I mean he picked Leonard up and carried him to the port.	Name: Ryan Chideta Height/Weight: 5"4, 110 Pounds Age: 22 Personality: Ryan is a very contradictory individual. He constantly pushes himself to the brinks of death as he trains constantly to become the best at what he does, but he can spend entire days doing absolutely nothing as he just lies down and stares at the sky. He's an easily excited individual who can never focus on one thing for long periods of time, but the dedication he puts into his marksmanship is rivaled by few. In battle though he seemingly becomes a new person as he pinpoints enemy weaknesses and environmental advantages and disadvantages. He doesn't talk during battle either, he instead let's his bullets do the talking. Few things faze him as he becomes a machine dedicated to his current goal. He can be serious outside of battle, he just prefers not to. His life motto is, "Life is already too serious. Why make it more so on purpose?" Home Island/Sea: East Blue History: Ryan was born on a pirate ship known as The Horsemen of War. They had kidnapped a prostitute and one of the crew members had a child with her. They kept it well hidden until the child was born, the crew killed the prostitute and the crew member. The captain, Quiet Shot, refused to kill the child and instead has the rest of the crew take care of him. The boy grew up fast, he learned to shoot with the best of them and every so often he went treasure hunting with the rest of the crew too. It was at the age of 13 that life changed for him. The Navy was finally cracking down on them and there were few people besides the captain left. Quiet Shot sent Ryan away on the last lifeboat as the Navy closed in on them, for the last time. Five years pass by and Ryan is hunting for treasure on an unnamed island in the middle of nowhere. He digs up a chest and after breaking it open he finds a bunch of fruit. He gets pretty pissed and throws a lot of it into the ocean. As he's about to throw the last piece his stomach growls and he realizes just how hungry he is. He has some fruit, so why not eat it. He immediately regretted that as he tasted oil mixed with dog crap. He swallowed it begrudgingly and almost immediately felt something wrong. He passed out for a bit, when he woke up his left arm was gone, with only oil spilled all over the beach sand. After about five minutes or so of panicking he began hoping and praying for his arm to be back, it began reforming out of the oil. He then realized exactly what happened. He had heard rumours of Devil Fruits from other pirates, he had just eaten one. Fast forward 6 years and he's traveling the seas in search of a worthy captain and a worthy goal. Fruit: Oiru-Oiru no Mi, Logia Class The Oiru-Oiru no Mi allows the user to turn into Oil, and use said oil for anything oil may be used for. The user can produce large amounts of oil and can liquefy their entire body if needed. If the user wanted to hide in a small bottle then they could, they could also power a vehicle with their own body if they wanted. Typical weaknesses apply, the user cannot float on water using the Oiru-Oiru Fruit. They will just solidify into their body and sink as usual. The major weakness of the fruit is the users own weakness to fire, when turned into oil they are highly flammable. Fighting style: Ryan uses guns, lots and lots of guns. While most people can only hold two guns, Ryan can form arms of oil to hold more guns and fire more bullets. He is also adept at reloading fast, but there is a limit to how much he can multitask. More complex tasks will require more attention, while simple things like loading and firing a gun is easy for him to do. He tries to stay away from the enemy, but he's no slouch in close combat. He uses typical Logia tactics like liquefying to avoid hits, but he also uses the oil he produces with incendiary bullets to create fires and in extreme cases, explosions. He keeps 10 guns on him at minimum at all times. Ship Positions: TBA, could be maintenance guy. Bounty: 0
53,220	1,444	84	1,644	324	Tristan watches the woman and she kicks off her shoes and watched her carefully "Seems like I'll have to get serious now.." He notices her attention being drawn towards something else as he glanced behind him to see the band of pirate's rushing towards them. "well looks like I'll be heading to the pier as well." He turns back to her just as she rushed at him and landed her foot on his chest giving him no time to react as she pushes away from him " nngh..not bad...looks like I'll have to be more careful next time we meet.." He groans softly and rubs the spot on his chest where her foot made contact coughing a bit before taking a deep breath and stretching put. Tristan planted his feet tighter in the ground after putting his cloak back on "well here we go...now the re battle truly starts.." He dashes off towards the pier at suprisingly speeds.	Name: Tristan S. Jasper Height: 5'4" Weight: 180lbs Appearance: (couldn't find a pic that worked) He's usually seen wearing a tan cloak with the hood down and a pair of red goggles usually just under his hair line. His hair is medium length and curls at the ends however there's usually a few stray strandd of hair that stick out and curl over in the front partially covering his goggles. He wears light brown light weight work boots. Under his cloak is a thin silk black long sleeve shirt and thin black leather gloves as well as thick black pants with turquoise padding over the pockets. Personality: He's quiet, kind, and gentle. He always has a smile on his face no matter what the situation is. When it comes to fight his calm and collected, his attacks are all precise to make up for his lack of strength. He also likes to collect all of the things he learns along his travels in journals and is quite skilled at assessing situations and making plans as well as changing plans quickly whenever something goes wrong. Home Island/Sea: Due to so much traveling in his life his home island is unknown but his home sea is East Blue History: Tristan S. Jasper lived his life for the most parts on the streets moving from town to town, island to island (whenever a nice captain would come along and allow him to hitch a ride). His chest and face had some scars on them. Since he never really had any money and wasn't very popular with..well people in general because of his beggar appearance people assumed he was some kind of beggar or thug. People often tossed him around, picked fights with him, and kicked him around, but he never fought back or did harsh things to anyone. Anytime he saw an opportunity to help someone he'd take it, never wanting only giving. Even though his life was harsh he always had a smile on his face. One day he noticed an old man on a road being jumped by a group of thugs so he jumped in used his body to shield the old man. The old man seeing his kindness offered to let him stay with him. A few years later Tristan was out with the old man on a food run when those thugs showed up again..this time in a larger group. In the fight he had decided to target one of the thugs who was bigger than the rest and was going on about how he was the strongest person. Once the boy saw an opening in the man's attack and reacted within almost the blink of an eye and he'd won the fight shortly after and the old man explain that this was the potential he had seen in him when they first met. All of this happened..let's say a good five years before where he starts in the rp. At this point he's just been traveling since the old man died. Fruit: No fruit Fighting style: His fighting style is one he developed over time. It relies mainly on dodging and countering. Assessing the enemies strengths and using them against him. It's completely hand to hand he never uses weapons, his impressive reaction time also helps him in his fighting. As for techniques he currently has two. Keen Eye in which he heightens his focus relying on all senses rather than just sight and sound to judge the enemies movements letting him react to their attacks with more accuracy and pinpoint which where in he puts more focus on sight to spot an enemies weak spot and deal more damge. Ship Position: Doesn't have one yet. Bounty: 0
53,221	1,444	85	2,428	4,471	"Physician, treat thyself once thee geteth off thine crazy train." Finally able to touch the ground with his feet, Leonard was a little wobbly, a hint of green evident on his cheeks even in spite of his mask. Motion sickness coupled with nausea... Leonard was lucky that he was already nauseous, or else the sight of that severed arm would have pushed him over the edge. Almost did. Were those...shark bites? Anyways, his knees were shaking steadily, his arms clutching each other beneath his cloak as he was greeted by a rather odd individual...he looked sort of familiar. Lapses in memory aside, Leonard smiled a little at the compliment to the mask, and extended his now-steady hand to shake his. "P-Pleasure's mine...I-I-I'm Leonard." he said in introduction, bashfully looking away. He was never good with meeting new people, especially when he felt like he was about to puke and piss himself, AND shit himself. And maybe vomit again. Noticing as well that Nikko was moving on, Leonard moved to follow after her, though he was promptly man-handled by an oil-tendril. Confused, a little scared, and nauseous all over again, Leonard just helplessly trying to wriggle free until they reached the port.	Name: Leonard Siegfriedt Appearance: (Ignore the gun, his pansy ass probably couldn't even lift it) Height/Weight: 5’2, 112 lbs. Age: 19 Personality: While Leonard may seem like a rather grim person, that’s just a misconception most people would get from his clothing. He’s actually rather shy, and tries to hide as much of himself from others as he can, hence the hood and the faceguard. He’s actually a lot nicer than you’d take him for, difficult to anger and easy to please. As a doctor, he believes it to be his duty to help the unwell, and can’t stand to see people suffer when he can do something to help. Even though he has Hypochondriasis. Home Island: North Blue, Principality of Eurijk History: To understand why Leonard is the way he is, it’s more important to know who his parents were, or rather, parent. A woman by the name of Charlotte Siegfriedt, infamously known as the Plague Woman. A person who consumed a rather odd Devil-Fruit by the name of the Toru-Toru no Mi, the Thieving fruit. Despite the powerful nature of the fruit, Charlotte solely used the innately malicious power of the fruit to, rather than steal things such as other’s organs or lives, instead stole from them their ailments, their weariment, their sickness, and their afflictions. Truly a saint, Charlotte traveled the world, willing to help whoever she could save by using her own body as the host for innumerable viruses. Doing so was no easy task for her, however. The pain was unbearable at times, with several fevers racking her body every week, sometimes hitting at the same time. Were it not for her strong conviction to help others, she likely would have died in her sleep countless times. Naturally, carrying that many ailments would shorten one’s lifespan dramatically, and as such, she was fated to die by the age of 30, if not sooner. Doing what she could with her remaining time, she travelled the North Blue, where she was already infamous for having eliminated the lethal Muave Pox that spread through it years before; infamous for being the only known carrier of it. As such, she was shunned and nearly stoned to death several times, resulting in the loss of one of her eyes. From there, Leonard isn’t sure of how he came to be. He isn’t sure who his father is, or how an infant was able to be born without getting deathly ill from a woman like his mother. But what he did know was that his mother was dying every moment he was with her. It was a terrifying experience for the boy, knowing that his mother would die soon. But he never expected the day she would leave their make-shift home in the middle of the swamp-land region of Eurijk. Without a word of goodbye besides a letter telling Leonard to live honestly, his mother vanished. Sailing off to sea, she perished in the middle of the sea somewhere, her body drifting to the bottom of the sea with her host of plagues. Terribly saddened and alone, Leonard soon declined into depression, cursing the world that there was never anyone who could cure his mother of her illnesses. Now alone in the world, Leonard studied tirelessly to perfect medicines of his own concoction, using himself and various animals around the area to test his brews. One of those concoctions also happened to nearly blow his entire home to pieces, resulting in the left side of his face to be burned quite severely. Years later, without a penny to his name, he set off into the world to cure the incurable, more than aware of his dream being absolutely ridiculous. But then...a world free of sickness never was his own dream. It was his mother’s. Fighting Style: Do No Harm Despite his Hippocratic Oath, Leonard understands perfectly well that in this violent world, conflict is inevitable. While not a proficient hand-to-hand fighter, he has the knowledge required to dislocate someone’s bones if given enough of an opening, as well as having amazingly precise and steady hands. Combined with his accurate vision, he is able to throw scalpels like throwing knives with a great deal of precision. Crew Position: Doctor Bounty: 0 Others: Wears his faceguard more to hide his face than to keep from catching something, despite his frightfully strong immune system. While he does have the potential to have rather strong Observation Haki, he is currently unaware of Haki's existence, and has no idea how to use it. Character Theme
53,222	1,445	0	321	909	The quiet weeping of the white-clad woman brought Aglovale out of his apathetic state. He stood near her in this strange, dream-like field of white roses that seems to go on forever. In fact, he's been wandering this somber place for a very long time now. He can't even recall exactly how long it's been. But, no matter how much he walked, he'd always end up at the exact same spot - next to this mysterious woman with blood-bathed hands covering her face. "Enough already..." he spoke weakly to the woman in white. Aglovale is fed up with her weeping but no matter what he says the woman remains unaware of his presence. Exhausted, Aglovale collapsed onto the bed of roses beneath. He stares at the featureless white sky with heavy eyes. "Is this... all there is to Hell...? What a strange land..." Aglovale's words trailed off as he gradually falls unconscious. It felt like not a second later when Aglovale abruptly wakes. Panting heavily, he sits up and feverishly scans the area around him. He was no longer in the field of white roses but, rather, a graveyard at dusk. "Where..." Something stops him. A frightening feeling: the beating of his heart. Grabbing his chest, Aglovale felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: fear - bitter, paralyzing fear. "I-I'm... alive!? No, I can't be. I remember my death clearly." he reminded himself, bewildered by his situation. Suddenly, Aglovale noticed something under his clothes. When he removed his shirt to check, he saw a strange marking on the left side of his chest. "What is this accursed mark?" he wondered. Finally regaining his composure, Aglovale redressed his shirt and proceeded to wander the graveyard. He attempted to search for anyone that could be of assistance but to no avail. Soon, he stumbled upon the exit and, then, the road. A wooden sign pointed in the directions of several nearby settlements; one of which Aglovale happens to recognize. "Oldenstead..." Aglovale said with quiet nostalgia. "Perhaps I may still find solace there." Suddenly, a sound drew Aglovale's attention away from his thoughts: the snarling sound of wolves. Out in the distance prowled a pack of wolves with fur as dark as the night and eyes like stars. They seem unafraid of a human presence suggesting that they've hunted humans before. Upon seeing the pack of five, an alarming sensation overcame Aglovale. His blood is boiling and, in the back of his mind, a sly voice suggests that he kills the wolves; Aglovale feels compelled to comply with the voice. Blood spatters onto the grass and dirt, and harrowing cries fill the air. The wolves lie dead upon one another, exsanguinated and covered in their own bloody shroud. Aglovale, with blood-stained hands, stood hunched over and panting heavily; an almost sadistic grin framed his face. "That felt... satisfying..." he mused, concerning the wolves he had just slaughtered. Aglovale stood upright again and looked to the direction of Oldenstead. "If I truly am alive, then I best not waste this opportunity. Morgan, I'm coming to see you." he tells himself before setting off towards his destination. Castle Pendragahst - the mighty fortress that lies at the center of Astoria's massive capital. With walls of dragonstone and an army of soldiers patrolling day and night, this impenetrable stronghold represents the domain of the man who ended an age and founded a kingdom: Lord Galant of the First Sword. Unfortunately, the castle serves more than just a throne to rule from, it also serves as the king's prison. A court room full of advisers and dignitaries wait patiently for their king but are greeted by nothing but an empty throne. In the king's chambers - a room dimly lit by candles with a fairly-sized bed as its centerpiece - a soldier arrives and bows respectfully to his king and queen. "My Lord, a representative of the Holy Church requests an audience." he informed. Lord Galant - hidden behind crimson curtains of silk - gave not but a harsh cough in reply. His silhouette shows the figure of a sickly man. The once almighty Lord Galant is now a mere husk of the man he once was; stricken ill by an indeterminable disease. "As you can see, Lord Galant is not in a state in which he can have audience with anyone, Church or not. Tell this representative to seek the king at at later date." Queen Andora, standing beside the king's bed, told the soldier. "My Queen, the representative states the matter is of great urgency. It's in regards to the Blood Plague." "Send him in..." Lord Galant finally spoke albeit weakly. "My Lord-" Queen Andora attempts to protest but Lord Galant interrupts her. "If it concerns this unnatural blight my kingdom is plagued by, then I wish to know of any and all news the Church seeks to share with me." he tells the room. "Send him in." Lord Galant repeated.	Name: Aglovale "Aglo" Pennore Epithet: Sir Aglovale of the Brightsword; Bright Lord Aglovale; Aglovale of Tarvayne Age: 100+ (Appears 17) Sex: Male Date of Birth: July 24th Legends Slain: Kingslayer Esclabor; Great Iron King; Salamander Zant; Good Blood Witch; The Beast of Tarvayne Slain By: The Five Heavenly Kings Height: 5'05" Weight: 114 lbs Mark Appearance: Click Here Mark Location: Left side of chestAglovale, or as his close compatriots refer to him simply as Aglo, is characterized predominantly by his frankness and straightforward attitude. He is also known for his utter fearlessness both on and off the field of battle. Despite appearing to be a very calm and composed person, Aglovale is quick to anger against those he find disrespectful and, especially, those who threaten his allies. Ever since his unusual resurrection, Aglovale seems to have developed a dark side when under the influence of the bloodlust. He becomes cold, quiet, ruthless, and murderous unless he finds a way to satisfy his dark urges. In his long life, Aglovale has managed to acquire many allies as well as enemies but none of his other relationships matter more than of that between him and his adopted daughter, Morgan. Aglovale's closest comrades describe Morgan as, "the only person Aglovale truly loves." Aglovale's deepest regret is that he died before he could say goodbye to his daughter.Much of Aglovale's early childhood is unknown. He was abandoned in the small village of Tarvayne located near the mountain regions of the Great Continent. He was taken in by the chapter of the Holy Church located within the village. Aglovale was an odd child. He never spoke more than a word or two to anybody and always seemed to disappear off somewhere during all hours of the day. However, even as a child, he harbored great potential within himself. When a gigantic beast began terrorizing the village of Tarvayne, the villagers were quick to entertain the idea of abandoning their homes. But at only the age of nine, Aglovale, with a makeshift spear in hand, traversed the mountains to face the beast in its lair. The result? Aglovale came back to the village with the beast's severed head in tow, impaled on the spearhead. The tale of Aglovale of Tarvayne began to spread to the nearby towns and settlements. "The Beast of Tarvayne was slain by a mere child," the stories went. Aglovale became somewhat of a small legend in that local region as a result of his brave action. Consequently, the sisters of Tarvayne's chapel decided to send Aglovale to Pendragahst, the capital city of Astoria, to join the ranks of the Holy Church. But once he got there, he instead showed such great prowess that he was recruited as a Knight of the First Sword - Lord Galant's personal army; Aglovale was only fifteen at the time. In his time as a Knight of the First Sword, Aglovale vanquished the likes of the Good Blood Witch and the fearsome dragon, Salamander Zant. From the mountains of treasure hoarded by Salamander Zant, Aglovale received two weapons of legendary fame: the Brightsword Caliburn and the Demon Sword Wrathbone. As the years went by, the names "Sir Aglovale of the Brightsword" and "Bright Lord Aglovale" were immortalized by the people of the kingdoms and beyond. The bards sing praises of Aglovale's heroic exploits and adventures. "The lord who wield the Brightsword Caliburn," they would sing in his honor. In the later years of his life, Aglovale relinquished his title of Knight when he saved a little girl named Morgan - his adopted daughter. Aglovale retired and opened up his own tavern in the hopes of living out the rest of his life in tranquil bliss. Of course the curse of the immortalized had other plans for him. Aglovale, by request of the Holy Church, went on to slay the Great Iron King and even Kingslayer Esclabor who was once one of Lord Galant's most trusted knights. But for some reason after fulfilling the request, Aglovale turned rogue and went after the Five Heavenly Kings who are stern allies of Lord Galant and the Holy Church considering their involvement in the war against the Church of the Good Blood. Alas, he alone was not enough to fell the Five Kings. Their might proved too much for the Bright Lord and his death came swiftly. In the final moments of his life, all Aglovale could think about was his regret of not being able to say goodbye to Morgan. That day, a legend was ended. It wasn't until years later that the blight arrived and began to resurrect the dead; with one of the risen being the Bright Lord, himself. Combat Information Caliburn: A legendary weapon of lore said to have been wielded by a great king preceding the Age of Blood, the Caliburn is also known by the epithet, the Brightsword, because of its innate ability to control light. Interestingly, Caliburn's power scales by the time of day. Starting at sunrise, the Caliburn gradually grows in strength until it reaches its apex at noon then it begins to diminish in power until nightfall. Furthermore, Caliburn has two additional forms it can change into: a longsword and a greatsword. In its passive state, it exists as a shortsword with a blade length of only two feet. The wielder of this sword must be deemed worthy by the sword, itself, before they can access its other forms. Wrathbone: The Demon Sword Wrathbone is a legendary weapon said to contain monstrous amounts of power. During the Age of Blood, the Wrathbone appeared in the world and was wielded by a powerful demon knight whose name was lost in history, overshadowed by this very blade. The sword thrives off the blood of its victims, growing increasingly more powerful with every foe it slays. Furthermore, it feeds off of its wielder's rage, growing stronger as a result of it; hence the name "Wrathbone". The full potential of this sword is unknown because, for some reason, Aglovale is highly reluctant to use it. Bright Lord Armor: The set of armor worn by the legendary Bright Lord himself. Crafted from dragon fire-tempered steel and dragon bone from Salamander Zant, this armor is powerful enough to deter Aglovale from the idea of using a shield during his time with the Knights of the First Sword. However, ever since his retirement from the Knights, Aglovale has retired the armor.Slaying Wave: When Caliburn's blade is enveloped in light energy, Aglovale can release it as a destructive wave of power capable of cutting through thick rock. The speed of the attack is also quite impressive. At release, it can cover a distance of 110 meters in about four seconds. Counter: This technique was created by Aglovale out of necessity due to the fact that he does not use a shield. Using a sword, in this case Caliburn, Aglovale can redirect an opponent's attack in full when timed at the correct moment. Depending on his preference, Aglovale can redirect the attack right back at its user or even towards another enemy. Of course, Aglovale can only use his Counter if an enemy has initiated an attack first. Bright Lord's Spear: When Caliburn is enveloped in light energy, Aglovale can thrust the blade at an encroaching enemy and release the light energy in a straight line. The result will be a spear-like attack that can potentially impale the strongest of armor.
53,223	1,445	1	2,677	6,563	Zaelios was dimly aware of himself being shattered- an aching pain for a moment before the spells fizzled out of existence. Only the very most powerful- the ones holding his 'consciousness' together- centered in the massive, untapped reservoir of energy in the diamond resisted the other spells being torn apart. Normally, so many spells bound together would, naturally, tear the neighboring ones apart and so on, just like a collapsing castle. The diamond he fell to the ground in a dozen fragments, each large and sharp enough to cut apart anyone who happen to fall on them. And then he was whole again. He fell to the ground with a soft thud, in the middle of a meadow. Absently, dreamily, he cast a spell to restore his sight. Nothing happened. Panic arose, and suddenly he could see again. It was as if- well. He was back in his mortal form, armored in his... armor. He looked around, wondering what happened, and saw a woman. White, an unfamiliar color in such a pure form. He could sense a massive presence of magic- a cripplingly size, for a creature that lives and feeds off of it. So he turned to where the presence was weakest, and started running, unable to form his powered form. It felt like he ran a century, and yet when he turned back, looking at the white woman, it was as if a moment had passed. He tried to run in a different direction, and suddenly it felt like he was falling, falling, falling down and then smack! He smashed into the ground with what would've been a painful break of a leg. Instead, his leg bent sideways at an awkward angle, before slowly realigning. He shook it off, and looked around, taking note of his surroundings. Nothing he should be should exist right now. He shattered. His entire form- of entirely spells- were torn apart. His diamond shattered- the crystal that he was anchored to. Then when he REALLY looked around, he saw that not only he was on a barren hill in the middle of a foresty area, he was standing inside a circle- a 12-point circle- where lines show that something were dragged to the middle, where he now stood. At the end of each point stood a man, clad in dark blue robes, patched, torn, and badly dyed. Homemade. He was alive again, and he could feel the collectively-powerful magicians around him. Fools that didn't know what they were doing. The bright sunny sky disappeared in an instant, great rolling thunderclouds appeared and lightning flicked through the clouds. Thunder rolled with every bolt, clinging to the mood of its maker as Zaelios threw out tendrils of power to the sorcerers, using their own spells against them. As they chanted, he grew more powerful; more spells layered on the originals, trying to bind him to them. Instead, they started screaming as he batted aside their individually-weak defenses, and sucked their bodies dry of the power they contained. Necromancy in the purest form. All that was left was ash.	Name: Zaelios Epithet: Zaelios the Lightning, Master of Storms, Caller of Storms, Stormcaller, Žaibas Viešpats (Lightning Lord) Age: He's really old cause he's a magical being created a long time ago when magicians were all superpowerful, instead of being weak enough to be controlled by Kings. Sex: Male Date of Birth: A long, long time ago. Legends Slain: - The Mountain King - Valkahar the Swift - The Great Werebear - The Lone Power - Firewyrm of the Western Mountains - Draconian Blazer - Stark Scyther Slain By: The Conjurer of Shadows Humanoid form- Otherworldly armor forged of an unknown dark metal (not exactly black, but dull and dark). Layered plate armor forming full-body medium armor, capable of stopping a waraxe or warhammer while still remaining more fluid and mobile than heavy armor. Based on his ability to turn into a form of multicolored cloud of mist, flesh, blood, and armor are all of magical origin, or heavily influenced and infused with. Magical form- a cloud of mist that can expand to, max, about the size of a car. Capable of all things mist is- getting inside a body, through vents or doors, etc. While very few have even seen him in this form, this is his true form- a cloud of pure magical self-sustaining spells. Powered form- A being of energy, held together by the spellweave that keeps him alive and sentient. This is his most powerful form, and requires regular consumption of mages or something magical in nature. In this form, he is a wingless drake of blue energy, just as large as a house. Combined with his almost-ethereal legs and his innate power, he mainly launches himself like an arrow from a bow to collide powerfully against targets. Destroying and consuming magical Legends makes all forms more powerful. Personality: Spontaneous, indecisive at first but terribly stubborn once decided, confused easily with paradoxes or the like, but can be terribly quick to figure out an ambush. Is also paranoid. Hard to talk to, personally. Lore: "Aye, it's said that the Master of Storms feeds off the power of those around him. He needed naught but the magic in your blood, in anythin's blood, indeed, and he'd starve so, since there are so few. So he'd hunt down other Legends, hunting them down so he'd not starve, using their powers to feed his own accursed strength. Then, one of them figured out how he ticked, and with a single spell, cast him from existence! Only the source of his power was left- a gem the size of your head, a great flawless diamond!" - an old tale told by the old storyteller in the tavern. Combat Information In mortal form: - A greatsword made of the same mysterious dark metal, with a dull red metal lining the edges and the hilt of the sword. Gems are embedded in both the hilt and the winged guard. - Two, dual longswords, hand-and-a-half, made entirely of the dull red metal, strapped to either side of his waist in scabbards made of grey leather, edged by dull, beaten iron. - Six saxe knives (almost like shortswords) set in small scabbards positioned on both his lower legs, his forearms, and next to his longswords. - A bow made from, again, a dark grey wood, reinforced with the same unknown dull dark metal, with runes of unknown origin inscribed across their length. An over-the-shoulder quiver with swan-fletched grey arrows sit. All weapons are very, very magical. In mist form: Well... he has the ability to solidify parts of his mist in unusually light, strong lengths of tentacle-like appendages. The mist itself also erodes at exposed flesh, burning like acid. Since it's a mist, any weapon, magical or otherwise, would likely be ineffective against it. Air spells and the like still have effect, though. In powered form: Magical teeth like shortswords, claws like longswords, magical scale as strong as his armor, but a bit thicker, and dissipates slightly when broken. Breathes the same mist he can turn into, though it's heavier and not as 'alive' as himself, though it still may form up around living creatures until they're consumed. Anything eaten by his own mouth or the mist has all the magic slowly sucked from it to be pulled into Zaelios's life force. Can sometimes shoot magical bolts, depending on necessity. Magical bolts when in mortal or powered form, medium control of elemental powers in mortal form, air elemental powers in powered form. The reality of Zaelios is that he's over a thousand intertwining spells. Actually "killing" him is next to impossible by normal means. Spells of most any kind are generally, in the long run, ineffective, and conventional weapons like arrows or swords are also nearly ineffective. Since he's made of spells, it would take a single master socrerer casting the disperse-magic spell, or a dozen powerful sorcerers, to actually "kill" him, which would leave behind his "soul" in the giant diamond gemstone. The gem itself is where all the spells are anchored. Theoretically, breaking it while he was "alive" or "dead" would permanently kill him, but it's unlikely to even be able to find it before he kills you. He can also summon storms, hence the name.
53,224	1,445	2	2,762	160	Twas a good end, it didn’t happen the way he would have preferred but a good end nonetheless, after all he fell to the blade of a once close friend and a now superior warrior…at least that’s what he was telling himself right before the world darken before his eyes. Oddly enough he felt at peace, the kind of peace one probably expected of death maybe, or in his case, SHOULD expect. The transition was instantaneous, one moment he was on all fours, coughing blood to rival the stream flowing from his chest, surrounded by a grassy meadow on a cobblestone street and in the blink of an eye he was in the same position yet a vastly different place. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he gazed at the ground, a large blanket of pure white roses sprouted all around, their thin tulips escaping through the gaps between his fingers. Curious enough, he was no longer in pain. He slowly stood up, a baffled expression plastered on his face as he was inspecting his person and then his surroundings. He appeared to be perfectly fine, no wounds, no pain, nothing, and he was in the middle of an apparent endless ocean of white roses stretching as far as the eye could see in the horizon and, as he suspected, beyond that. He uttered a fain “Wha..” before turning around, feeling a presence behind him. His muscles tensed and he instinctively reached for his weapon expecting an opponent, yet he was surprised to find that he was grasping at nothing, his sword no longer by his side and before him stood not an armed foe but a woman, dressed in a long dress of a white so immaculate one could easily confuse it with the roses surrounding her, making it look like she was part of this place. Her face was the only thing hidden, obscured by the palms of her hands, stained so heavily with blood that they stood out from the environment like a sore thumb. Just who is this person? Sairasu sheepishly approached her, it was rare for him to be THIS cautious when dealing with an unarmed person, “What…what is this..place?” he uttered, his words apparently falling on deaf ears as the woman gave no answer. He walked closer, repeating his question yet still no answer. Only then did he notice that his whole body was numb, looking around and even at the dress of the woman one could clearly tell that a light breeze was sweeping through the meadow yet Sairasu did not feel its chilling caress or anything else for that matter. “Is this…” he muttered stretching an arm, gingerly, towards the woman, strands from her long, jet-black hair brushing lightly against his fingers as the breeze blew, he didn’t feel that either. Only mere inches from touching her crimson colored hands did he stop, clenching his outstretched palm into a fist as he completed his unfinished previous sentence “Is this…Hell?”. He retracted his hand, still no answer, the woman was simply standing there right in front of him yet apparently ignoring him. Sairasu closed his one good eye, taking a deep breath. What now? Without any alternatives he started to wander, aimlessly, through the field. He had no sense of direction where he was going, there were absolutely no changes in the environment no matter which way he went or how far, not that he could tell exactly HOW far he was going anyway. He gazed up, trying to see if he could get a vague idea of direction by observing the clouds yet the sky was an immense, monotone canvas of grey, he couldn’t even see the sun…he couldn’t even tell if there WAS any sun to begin with. He kept wandering, on and on for what seemed like an ungodly amount of time. He felt the minutes stretching out to hours and the hours to days, yet no matter how far or how long he was wandering he always seemed to somehow come back to the place where he started, where this mysterious woman in white stood, patiently waiting for him with her bloody hands cupping her face. Sairasu was lost. Utterly and completely lost. He sighed deeply and proceeded to sit himself down among the roses, next to where the woman was standing. “If this is Hell, is this my punishment?” he asked yet not expecting an answer. He thought about it. IF this is indeed his punishment, for a warrior who only knew battle and did nothing but seek out more and more opponents in life, to wander around a ‘barren’ field for all eternity with nothing to fight, that sort of punishment would actually be…”Fitting…” he muttered, a sad grin crossing his face as if he was coming to terms with his fate. This still didn’t explain the woman though… What is her presence here supposed to…. His train of thoughts were interrupted as he turned his gaze towards here only to see that the woman in white had suddenly vanished from sight. Now he was all alone… a mix of emotions started to fill him, angst, fear, confusion, curiosity and dread all rolled into one. He heard something. A distant sound echoing all around him… a familiar sound…it sounded like….a heartbeat. In a mere, unperceivable instant all was dark again. However, it did not remain for long. The darkness slowly crumbled away, giving way to a messy blur as his vision was slowly recovering. He was hearing more sounds…the sounds of dirt being tossed aside by shovels, the sounds of stitches stretching out on leathery clothing…and voices…he heard voices yet couldn’t make out what they were saying. It took several moments for both his vision and hearing to clarify until he could figure out what was going on. He was gazing at the sky….yet this sky was not the same grey slab from before…this one was shrouded by dark stormclouds and obscured by the bony branches of a lifeless tree. What he heard were a pair of guttural voices, bickering about something….Sairasu listened closely… “Oi, hurry tha’ feck up woud’ja ? See them clouds up’a bove? Moveit !” the second voice which answered had a sharper tone “Shut’it ye git’! Me thinks we got’ourelves a good haul..Look a’ this ‘ere !” Sairasu’s curiosity made him slightly lift his head and turn his gaze to see what those two voices were talking about…that’s when he saw Meiyaku, his weapon, his most prized possession, still sheathed in its scabbard, lifted just above him in the raggedy grips of a stranger. “Look’a tha’t… How much ye’reckon’ this ‘ere be worth, ei?” the guttural voice answered in a more aggressive tone than before “I onl’y reckon’ it be belongin’ to me!” That’s when a second heavily clothed pair of hands stretched out and grabbed at his weapon, trying to pry it away from the first pair of hands. “Oi, bugge’r tha’ feck off, mate! Finder’s keeper’s, that’s how we work !” the sharper voice protested and was meet only with a series of insults from the guttural one as the two pairs of hands were apparently fighting for the katana just above Sairasu’s head. He didn’t understand COMPLETELY what was happening…yet he did understand that someone was trying to steal his treasured Meiyaku and he wasn’t about to just let it happen. Suddenly, his body no longer felt numb or stiff, his muscled tensed and he could feel burning life coursing through it as he promptly pushed himself up, parting away the thin layer of dirt that still remained over his lap. His hand was outstretched and he suddenly gripped the katana by the middle, claiming it back where it rightfully belonged. “Mine…” In a few seconds after he said that, the two grave-robbers jumped back, screeching in sheer terror at what happened. One of them tripped over the shovel planted in the ground behind him and fell on his hind while the other in a fumbled in sheer panic under his raggedy thick coat before pulling out a large knife. “Wh…wh…wh..a…What tha’ feck is’a that!? Who…who tha’ feck…WHAT tha’feck are ye?!” he stuttered and shouted, fear present in his voice as Sairasu stood up and walked out of his shallow grave. He proceeded to grip the handle of his katana and slowly draw the blade out from its scabbard, the sound of metal ringing through the air as the other man was gathering himself up from the ground, so dazed and scarred that he nearly toppled all over again while trying to regain his balance. The one with the knife kept cursing, over and over, while cold fear run down his spine, the second grave-robber quickly grabbed the shovel behind him to defend himself with before shouting “Feck! It’s one o’ them Blood Plagued bugger’s ! “ his affirmation was met with yet another panicked question from his associate “Blood Plagued? What tha’ feck’ ar’e we s’possed tha’ do now?!” the question was answered with a rushed “How tha’ bloody ‘ell am I s’possed tha’ feckin’ know?!” Sairasu couldn’t help but grin manically as he lifted the katana, its naked blade pointing at the sky. “I have an idea…” he muttered, his tone sounding more grim than he probably intended. He let the scabbard fall to the ground as he proceeded to a fighting stance “..How about you die?” he uttered and then the air of the small grove was filled with the short and loud screams of terror of the two grave-robbers as Sairasu sliced them limb from limb, the sprouting blood showering the dead grass and staining their raggedy clothes as their lifeless bodies fell motionless to the ground. It was only after his head cleared of the bloodlust that had suddenly got a hold of him, that Sairasu began to process and realize his current situation. “I…I’m alive…” he muttered in complete disbelief, falling to his knees, his katana sliding trough his opened palm as he simply stared at nothing into the horizon. How is this possible? He asked himself. He remembered how he died, the memory of his battle with Binshentsu was still fresh as if it happened earlier today, so was the memory of the great field of white roses and the woman in the white dress with the blood stained hands. He was supposed to be DEAD ! Yet here he is…feeling the cold of wind of dusk as a storm was slowly approaching, the slight aches in his joints from the stiffness of body were all to real, it was all….true. Sairasu rose his gaze once again to the sky placing his palms over his face as he simply started to laugh manically while shouting “What in the fuck is happening to me?!” After a few solid minutes of getting to grips with the situation, Sairasu grabbed his katana, stood up, proceeded to walk back to where his former grave was, walking past the severed and bloody limbs of his would-be robbers, picked the scabbard from the ground and sheathed Meiyaku in it. He took a deep breath doing his best to calm his nerves and his still fumbled mind. He has absolutely no idea what his happening to him…yet…wait a moment? He recalled…what was that one grave-robber saying as he unsheathed his katana? “Blood Plagued…” he muttered under his breath. Maybe that is a clue to what is currently happening to him. With renewed resolve, Sairasu walked eagerly out of the small grove, leaving the opened make-shift grave and the bloody corpses behind. He still had no clue about anything that was happening yet for the moment, his best bet was to reach the nearest populated settlement and find out as much as he could about this Blood Plague.	Name Murasame Sairasu Epithet Sairasu of the East ; Wanderer Sairasu ; The Ronin Vagabond ; Sairasu the Indomitable Age Unknown, presumably late 30s Sex Male Date of Birth 21st August Legends Slain he Skulking Beast ; Musahashi the Green-Blade ; Smiling Charles ; The Blackwall Company ; The Sisters of Carnage ; Suiryuu the Water God Slain By Binshentsu the Grey Appearance 1.87m tall, light colored skin now with a slight grey-ish tint after his resurrection. Slender yet well toned body deceiving his strength, sharp facial features. Long, jet-black hair of which the back portion is tied in a messy ponytail. A light stubble decorates his jaw-line and chin. A small scar is visible just under his left eye which is kept closed at all times indicating that it is lost, his right, functioning eye displays a pale gold colored iris. Personality During his life, Sairasu was known for his sarcastic remarks and light-hearted demeanor, prone to making jests more often than not, these jests turned to mockery when facing opponents which only added to the cocky image he had painted for himself. However, this attitude vanishes whenever he faces a worthy opponent, his jests turning silent, his grin replaced by a frown and his gaze piercing his opponent while his very presence emanates killing intent. After his resurrection, he has come to discover that the later is starting to be more common than usual. Lore Not much is known about Sairasu’s childhood, according to him it is best left buried deep under the sands of the past. His story begins only at the age of 17, when he and Binshentsu, his closest friend, had left their homeland from the distant East to wander the world in search for glorious battle and mighty opponents. For a time, they traveled together, enjoying the ‘privileges’ of being a pair of sellswords, living from one odd-job to the next, slaying foes left and right be them man or beast. However they soon discovered that each must walk their own path, Binshentsu accepted the proposal of joining a mercenary company and traveling with them, the same invitation extended to Sairasu but he refused, continuing to wander the world by himself. Alone, Sairasu made a name of himself as a wanderer of great skill, always searching for challenges with the most impossible odds and succeeding. At the age of 21, he slew the Skulking Beast whose hide is said to be impervious to any man-made blade. About 2 years later after a rather insulting jape, he found himself engaged in a duel with Musahashi the Green-Blade, a warrior of legend from his homeland, needless to say that legend ended that day. A few years later, an apparent friendly completion turned bloody and deadly, in which the revolutionary warfare inventions of Smiling Charles proved no match against Sairasu’s skills. After that victory, the legend of the Ronin Vagabond spread across the lands and rumors of great forces drew him to Astoria where he sought out the infamous Blackwall Company of mercenaries. After singlehandedly slaying the whole company, he learned from interrogating one of his foes of the existence of an ancient dragon of immense power which the locals called a ‘Water God’, this piqued his interest and Sairasu was off in search for more information. The Sisters of Carnage were rumored to have the power of clairvoyance which they used to make themselves nigh-on invincible, yet ‘nearly invincible’ did not mean ‘impossible to kill’ as Sairasu proved by slaying one, then extracting relevant information about the dragon he sought from the other before killing her as well. The battle with Suiryuu the Water God, proved the hardest, none of his former opponents could even come close to the formidable power of this Dragon. However, against all odds, Sairasu managed to slay the beast with the last of his strength and a stroke of luck. After the battle, Sairasu’s legend was well known across the land, which only brought the attention of someone from his past. After many long years, he was reunited with his friend Binshentsu yet he was vastly changed. Instead of warm greetings and a joyous reunion, Sairasu only encountered cold steel and battle. He couldn’t explain why yet his old friend was hell-bent on claiming his life, which in the end was exactly what happened. The last thing Sairasu recalls was Binshentsu cleaning his blade of blood as the world darken around him….and now, he finds himself awake again…. Equipment His armor is made of an exotic design from his homeland, crafted in such a way as to offer good protection yet not restrict mobility, in the meantime he had also reinforced it with the pelt of the Skulking Beast which is said to be as strong as the scales of dragons. His most prized possession is his weapon, Meiyaku, a katana with a longer than average blade said to be forged in ancient times by a powerful entity. The legend says that this entity placed a portion of its own spirit within the weapon to continue living through it and a warrior strong enough could call upon its power Techniques/Spells Kin-Kou Form – A stance and combat form relying on a fine balance of strength and speed. Adopting this form, Sairasu can fight on par with even the most skilled of foes while still holding his guard up, prepared for any counter-attack and rarely caught off-guard. Fukutsu Form – A defensive variant of the Kin-Kou Form, a stance and combat form relying on either the user’s strength to deflect and resist incoming attacks or the user’s speed and mobility in dodging stronger attacks altogether. Sairasu usually adopts this stance to endure a battle and patiently wait for an opening on his opponent which will be swiftly met with a devastating counter-attack. Hakai Form – A highly offensive variant of the Kin-Kou Form, a stance and combat form relying entirely on the user’s speed to rain down uncountable blows and attacks, fluidly strung together in a long chain of quick strikes. Sairasu would adopt this form when catching his opponent in a tight spot, his surreal speed leave almost no opportunity for attack.
53,225	1,445	3	180	1,446	He cursed his death. Damned the beast that shattered him, angered that he had failed after all the years waiting and searching for the wretched monster only to be killed by it. Ultimately he could not change what had happened and it frustrated him to no end unable to escape the field of roses. Te last moments had been quick, the beast was swift, and despite all of his training, he could not keep up with the beast's erratic movement. He remembered feeling his body suddenly crushed by immense pressure, then there had been a crack and numbness. How long he had been stuck in the field of flowers he could not say, nothing changed in this realm and time seemed nonexistent. He wandered on end nothing stopping him until some point he came across someone weeping it. The sound broke him from his thoughts and curses. He had not seen anyone else here upon his arrival. He at first could not see who was weeping, and believed it was all in his head, finally succumbing to some form of madness until he finally could make out a shape of a woman who's clothes matched the same color of the roses in the realm. He wandered closer to the woman who seem oblivious to him even being there. She continued to weep and as he got closer, he noticed the crimson blood staining her, the only color in the sea of white all around. The closer he got the more encumbered he felt, the more his limbs felt numb. "Perhaps rest will clear my mind," he mumbled before toppling over, drifting in and out of consciousness only the sound of the woman's weeping came to his ears until he lost consciousness. He felt cold, cold that was enough to numb a man to his bone. His mind slowly awoke not sure where he was. He did not remember feeling cold in the realm of white roses yet something told him that he was far from that place now. Where he was not sure until he finally sat up. He saw around him snow but his mind couldn't comprehend why? He was dead, he knew that he had been yet here was snow. The scenery was not much different from the sea of white roses but it was the cold that made him certain he was alive, the warmth of blood running through his veins keeping him only slightly warm along with his gear, gear that seemed to of been untouched. Had this been his place of death that final day? It was the only thing he could think of why he was alone in the middle of wilderness. No one knew where he had been, he had always worked alone in his hunts and lived mostly in the wilderness. Being back to life brought him a sense of new vigor and strength as he stood up. He was alive and he could continue his task but first he had to find the nearest city. Something internally said to move south and so he did, beginning his long journey south to the nearest city, trudging through the snow one foot at a time.	Zaccar Drogoth Hunter of the North/Knight of Winter Age: 36 Sex: Male Date of Birth: November 14th Legends Slain: -The Great Gray Wolf of the North -Sealameet the Everlasting Dragon -Yharnis, the Weaver of the Nightmare -Maneating Boar -Darkbeast Guyral -Scorth, Queen of Shadows -The Abhorrent One Slain By: A beast that appears under a blood red moon beckoned by it's calling. Oedon the Old One. Appearance: Personality: He is a rather impassive person, with only one goal in mind, to kill Odeon the Old One. He will kill any beast, demon, or monster that stands in his way however. Despite this cold shoulder nature he can be caring once you get to know him and even might laugh at a joke or two if one is lucky to catch him in a good mood or if you are extremely lucky maybe a smile. Internally he battles over who he is, if this is all he wants out of life? A life of killing beasts or do something beyond that. Lore: Born in the northern lands, he grew up in an environment that was survival of the fittest. His village was deep in the mountains where the sun hardly brought enough light to melt the snow. Yet despite the cruelty of the environment, they survived. He began life as a simple son of a farmer, hearing tales of what lived in the forests and caves around the village, it was off limits to enter them, especially at night when supposedly the beasts came out to hunt any poor wretched soul that did not find cover within their home or at least a tavern. Of course peace does not always last and eventually a beast did attack the village out right. Perhaps it was agitated about something, or it just finally had enough of the village. It struck out tearing the little village apart. The few men who could wield a weapon tried to fight it but were nothing more then a mere agitation to the beast as it killed it's fill of men, women, and children. Not many survived that night and those who did, left the village without hesitation. Zaccar and his family managed to live, though they suffered loses. His uncle had been torn in two, a sister who he would never see again, and his father's arm so mangled it had to be amputated. From that day forth Zaccar knew he would return for vengeance for his people. He grew distant from all he knew and decided to learn the trade of sword fighting. It took many years, longer so to find someone willing to train him but he eventually became the man he needed to be and upon feeling ready, returned to the burned down village of the north to hunt down the beast that destroyed it. He had learned the creatures name, a name spoken under whispers: Odeon the Old One, a beast that lurked under the guide of the moon, only coming out of it's hiding place when a red moon rose. The night it attacked there had indeed been a blood moon. So Zaccar searched and in the mean time, killed many other beasts, the few other people that lived in the north or traded there shared tales of a man who seemed to slaughter the beasts in the harsh realm with ease. His cloak coming from the Great Gray Wolf that had terrorized a village or that the armor he wore came from the dragon Sealameet an ancient resident of the norther mountains. He slayed many beasts but it wasn't for years until he found his pray, Odeon. It spoke to him but what he said Zaccar could not remember even if he wished to. The battle was long and tedious the beast was the hardest thing he had ever fought and in the end the beast won out snapping Zaccar in two and leaving him in a realm of darkness until he would be called again to the hunt. Combat Information Equipment: His longsword which is quite unique because it functions as two weapons really. For you see he can wield the weapon in hand while carrying a shield or he can lock it in place with the large piece on his back and it becomes a greatsword with devastating power. He also carries a shield which is made from the skull of Sealameet the Everlasting Dragon. Another prize he has is his cape which was made from the pelt of the Great Gray Wolf of the North and the horns atop his helm belong to the Elusive Stag, perhaps not a beast that was harmful to men but it was said to be unkillable and he proved otherwise. Shield: Sword: Techniques/Spells: Beast's Claw: It is said that when you hunt beasts for to long, you yourself start becoming one. As flesh is flayed and blood is sprayed, the beast within awakens, and in time, the wielder of this technique surges with both strength and feverish reverie. What once was mortal flesh becomes bestial and clawed to tear prey apart in a fit of frenzy. Beast Roar: This technique borrows the strength of the terrible undead darkbeasts, if only for a moment, to blast surrounding foes back with the force of a roaring beast. Able to deflect projectiles for the short span it is used as well. The indescribable sound is broadcast with the caster's own vocal cords, which begs the question, what terrible things lurk deep within the frames of men? The Mark: Left side of chest
53,226	1,445	4	2,049	6,940	What would you expect to be someone's final thought as they left this world? Would they ponder if they lead a good life, feel woe for the people they are leaving behind, wish that they made up for past mistakes, or maybe even they would feel the fear that comes with the mysterious phenomenon that is death. Not one of those thoughts made their way through the once mighty dragon Nighith's head as he laid on the ground broken, a man's steel boots firmly placed on his chest. All Nighith could think of was that this was a good fight, the best fight he had had in lifetimes. He had fought with all his might, burning the land around him and countless men and women along with it. He had fought for hours, or was it days, he could no longer tell. Waves upon waves of knights had set upon him, firing arrows into his hide or attempting to the foolish task of facing him up close with mere blades. But much like how snowflakes pile upon each other to form an avalanche the knights' numbers eventually overwhelmed Nighith. Now he laid upon the ground bested by the numbers of humans and the planning of one man, the one that stood upon his chest in victory. Daud, a knight that sought to right the wrongs of this world, was the one who bested Nighith and now the man seemed ready to finish his job. "This is for all the families you have torn asunder. For all the villages you have burned away from this world. For your monstrous greed. AND FOR ALL OF MY BROTHER AND SISTERS IN ARMS THAT YOU SENT TO THEIR EARLY GRAVES! Daud bellowed as he raised his blade above his head. The knight then quickly and with out hesitation plunged his sword through both Nighith's chest and heart. The scene began to fade for Nighith as Daud began to remove his sword, bringing the dragon's heart along with it. The sounds of knights cheering and crackling fires went silent, the smells of spilt blood and charred flesh washed away, and the sight of the beautiful night sky faded as the lights of Nighith's eyes were extinguished. But as one vision faded another came into view. A sea of white blinded Nighith for a moment, his eyes taking a moment to adjust and recognize that he was standing in a field of never ending snow colored roses. Nighith couldn't help but wonder, he walked the field for minutes, then hours, then days, then months, then time stopped to matter and all Nighith could do was merely ponder his own thoughts. The most frequent of which was about the place he was now confined to. If this was eternal damnation it was not what Nighith was expecting. He was expecting a world of fire and brimstone, full of the screams of the wicked and foul, a place of unrelenting pain and misery. Then again maybe this was fitting for him, he did spend the majority of his life turning the world of the living into such a land of fire and misery. It was during a time when Nighith was lost among these thoughts that he saw her. The woman dawning a dress that blended into the field of roses in which she stood. Her face was covered by her hands which were in turn covered by blood, something Nighith as quite familiar with. The woman wept softly, but her crying was the only sound in the whole world it seemed. Nighith approached her with suspicion, was she another soul cursed to wander this field, was she one of his past victims, all these questions raced through Nighith's head until the world went dark. Nighith's eyes were open he was sure of it there shouldn't of been darkness, it took him a moment to realize his view was being obstructed by something. It was solid and cold, two things he had nearly forgotten about in the field of white. It was a large stone, more accurately it was many stones as Nighith was surrounded by them. From out side his little stone keeping Nighith could hear low voices, as if they were chanting, but there was another voice. It was masculine and full of pride. Who ever the man was he believed wholeheartedly in what he was saying, which was along the lines of "From his breath came fires so intense they burned for decades!." Nighith pressed his hand against the stone that was directly above him, he was laid down as if at rest, but it removed to budge. He let out a slight sigh of annoyance before trying to use a bit more force, nothing. Finally Nighith let out a low growl and punched the stone with all his might, it cracked and quickly went sailing through the air landing somewhere with a loud crash. As he sat up, the dust from the stone settling on him, the voices that were chanting stopped. It took Nighith a moment to register what he was seeing. He had just broken himself out of a tomb of some sorts, it had markings that depicted a large dragon breathing fire upon a field of warriors carved into each of its sides. The room he had entered appeared to be in some sort of cave judging by the rock walls, though similar markings like the ones on the tomb decorated the walls along with torches that illuminated the cave. As for the occupants of the cave, the ones that were the source of the chanting, they were men and women of varying ages, from young children to the elderly, dressed in deep crimson robes. They all stared at Nighith in shocked silence, including the man who stood in front of the group closest to Nighith. "Y-You..." The man stammered, revealing that he was the masculine voice from earlier. "You a-are Nighith. The man managed to finish. Nighith narrowed his eyes as he stepped over the side of the tomb, he had yet to notice his bare human form but it would be little concern to him at the moment even if he did, as he walked towards the man. Nighith towered over the man, literally, as he peered down at him. "How do you know this human?" Nighith said to the man, his cold voice dripping with venom. The man almost immediately fell to his knees in praise. "OHH great one!" He exclaimed, the rest of the room's occupants soon fallowing suit. After his bewilderment and the man rose to his feet Nighith had him explain what exactly was going on. It turns out this was a cult that formed soon after Nighith's death to praise the dragon's might and strength. "So great one you can see why your return is such a honor for us to witness." The man said with his head bowed. Nighith was about to nod when the corner of his eye caught glimpse of something. It was a throne that was clearly made of the bones of a large creature and lined with velvet. "What is that?" Nighith asked in his cold voice, prompting a croak from the man, who had told Nighith that he was the high priest of the cult. "That oh great one is the Rushing Jaw throne it is made of Nighith's-" Before he could finish Nighith had grabbed the high priest by the throat and effortlessly lifted the man into the air. "You used my bones to make a chair?" Nighith said, his voice a growl that could shake grown men to their core. The high priest tried to respond but his voice only came out as a choked gag, Nighith already knew the answer. The dragon's eyes glowed a deeper red as he squeezed his grip around the priest's neck tighter. It as maybe a moment later until the grotesque wet pop filled the cave and the priest was dropped to the floor, lifeless and limp. Nighith turned to the other cultists, crimson blood dripping down his arm. They all looked upon him in a mixture of fear and awe. Nighith's eyes returned to their normal color as he looked over the group. "Now... someone bring me a robe." He said simply. Nighith was back, he didn't know how or why, but he was back and he planned on making the most of it.	Name Nighith Epithet Nighith The Scourge Of The Night Skies, The Rushing Jaws, Bringer Of The Burning Winds Age Died At The Age Of 2937 Sex Male Date of Birth October 31st Legends Slain Sulavin The Dark Tower, Zosth Dragon Of The Depths, Lillith The Temptress, Mulvain Wyrm-Heart, Ernoc The Foul, Old Penoul One-Eye, The Giant Brothers Of The Western Mountains Slain By Daud The Blade Of Retribution And His Band Of Justice Seekers Appearance Humanoid Form When Nighith is in his humanoid form he is a towering individual, standing a little over seven feet tall, with a slender build, though he does not appears to be lanky. His hair is as black as night and hangs neatly down past his neck. His skin is a startling grey color, further proving he is not human. He has four horns that sprout from his head and curve towards the back of his head. His face has sharp features, giving him a regal type look to him. His eyes are a literal burning fiery red, they give off a faint light that only grows with his anger. His ears are quite odd as they end with three points. His body is peppered with scars, such as the one that goes over his left eye, the most noticeable of which is the large jagged one that is over where his heart should be. Dragon Form When Nighith takes his true form he becomes quite the fearsome looking creature. He grows dramatically is size, easily becoming larger than the average home. He sprouts enormous wings from his back that have unimaginable strength. He becomes covered in dark grey and black scales. He also sprouts two more horns, bringing the total up to six. His teeth are replaced by razor sharp fangs and his nails turn into deadly claws. His eyes turn into burning infernos with reptilian slits for pupils. Like in his humanoid form Nighith has a large scar over his heart. Personality A few decades of battle can turn the most cheerful of men hardened and cold, imagine what multiple centuries could do, that is exactly what has happened to Nighith. Lifetimes of battling his own kind, foolish humans trying to make themselves legends, and greedy treasure hunters has left this dragon with a bitter taste in his mouth and cynical out look on the world. Nighith firmly believes that people will always look out for their own well being over others in the end, not hesitating to stab each other in the back when the opportunity rises. Though his out look may be steely he still has a fiery wrath that if triggered will burn his foes to a crisp. Lore Nighith's beginnings were like many other dragons, he was a hatchling among his dozen other siblings. He was raised by his mother for a few years until she deemed that his children were ready to strike out on there own, Nighith and his siblings spread to the corners of the Earth ready to set up their own nests. Nighith attacked the world with the same enthusiasm of every young dragon, he loved the thrill of battles with other creatures and the sight of his fire burning a village to nothing but dust. He spent centuries amassing his hoard of stolen treasures, he acquired so much that it could fund a kingdom for lifetimes. Along with his fortune came the renown of being a vicious dragon and along with that came the challengers. There were countless amounts of them, human and monster alike, all came to him in the hopes of slaying him and taking the fame that would come along with it. Needless to say they all failed The years upon years of ransacking kingdoms, burning knights into ash stains, and defending his hoard from other beasts began to weigh on Nighith. He started to see the people of the world for what they truly are, greed driven beings that have the nerve to call everything else a monster. He spent centuries with his bitter thoughts until he was finally slain by Daud and his band of other knights, Daud took Nighith's heart as a trophy and proof that someone had finally slain the dragon. Nighith thought that was the end until he awoken from what felt like a slumber with a feeling he forgot about, the feeling of wanting to actively seek battle and bloodshed. Equipment Even while in human form Nighith has strength that far surpasses that of a human, being able to pick up and toss full grown men with one arm. He is also far faster and more durable than humans. While in his dragon form Nighith's strength only increases as well as he gains claws and fangs that are capable of ripping flesh and breaking bone. His scales are also incredibly thick, normal weapons basically bounce off of him. Techniques/Spells Dragon Fire- Nighith is able to breath a fire, both while in humanoid and dragon form, that is far more intense than a normal flame. Humanoid Transformation- Nighith is able to change back and forth between his humanoid and dragon forms at will.
53,227	1,445	5	321	909	A little more than two hours after his confrontation with the wolves, Aglovale finally arrived at his destination: Oldenstead. He now sported a tattered beige cloak with a hood worn over his head. It was his attempt to remain inconspicuous. Aglovale also managed to find a stream earlier in which to wash away the blood that caked his hands. The small village of Oldenstead was quiet; everyone was locked up in their homes. It puzzled Aglovale to see the village in such a state but, at the moment, he had other things on his mind. Soon, he approached the edge of the village where a tavern stood. The Dawn Maiden - an establishment that has been in operation for the last couple of decades and was founded by none other than the Bright Lord himself: Aglovale. The same Aglovale that stands before it now. Inside the Dawn Maiden, a man in his mid-sixties stands behind the bar cleaning various silver mugs with a wet cloth. The wooden doors of the tavern suddenly opens and in comes Aglovale. "We're closed for the night. Come back in the morning." the barkeep instinctively said right as he heard someone coming in. "Since when is this town so empty in the evening?" Aglovale asked as he approached the bar counter. The barkeep stopped and looked at him suspiciously. "Surely you jest. Ever since the dead started coming back to life, everyone's been cooped up in their homes at night." As he explained, the barkeep stealthily reached for a knife underneath the counter. "You're not trying to kill an old friend are you, Balin?" Aglovale asked much to the barkeep's surprise. "Who are you? You're not nearly old enough to be a friend of mine's." Balin said as he placed his knife on the counter while still gripping it. "On the contrary, I've a few years on you if I recall correctly. Now, do you still keep the Caliburn in the back office?" Aglovale asked to which Balin finally realized who he was speaking to. "Y-You can't- Aglovale...?" Balin asked hesitantly. After some time, Balin was finally convinced that the person he is speaking to is actually Aglovale of legend and his old friend. "You're one of them..." Balin said gravely. "A 'risen', you said?" Aglovale asked. Balin simply nodded in affirmation. "Have you... felt the desire to kill yet?" Balin asked. Aglovale was quiet at first. "Yes, I have. I've killed several wolves on the way here. Rest assured, Balin. They seem to have quench my bloodlust thus far." "Is that so? Usually, it requires the death of a human to satisfy a risen's bloodlust." Balin replied in suspicion to Aglovale's statement. "I know you can't trust me but you have no other choice. I need to know where I can go to learn more about this 'Blood Plague'." Aglovale stated. Balin sighs. "Regardless, I am powerless to stop you. If you really do wish to learn more about the Blood Plague, seek out the cathedral in Pendragahst. Aside from the archpriests of the Morning Palace itself, the archpriests of Pendragahst will have the most information regarding the Blood Plague." "Thank you." Aglovale says as he gets up. "I need the Caliburn." "Do I have a choice in the matter?" Balin asked. "Not really." Aglovale replied. A while later, Aglovale retrieved the Caliburn from Balin as well as a change of clothes. "And Wrathbone. What of that sword now?" "Sold to the Brotherhood of Arms as you requested before you left on your mission for the Church and to your abrupt death. Tell me: why did you go after the Five Heavenly Kings?" "Honestly, I don't recall. The only memory I have before I died was the moment I was slain by them. That and my regret of not being able to say farewell to Morgan. How is she lately? I can't imagine her working here any longer." "You're right. She's not here anymore. After you died, Morgan left on a journey to who knows where. I tried to stop her but... Well, you can figure out the rest. In any case, I've been working here for the last fifteen years and there hasn't been a shred of news about her." "I see..." Aglovale replied before approaching the door to leave. "You realize that I have to report you to the Church, right?" "You do as you need to, Balin. I don't blame you for your caution. However, you may be sending those priests to their deaths if you do so. Goodbye, my old friend. I hope you'll never hear from me again." Those were Aglovale's last words before he left. As he exited the village, he stared into the distance and contemplated his new purpose: to find the truth about the Blood Plague.	Name: Aglovale "Aglo" Pennore Epithet: Sir Aglovale of the Brightsword; Bright Lord Aglovale; Aglovale of Tarvayne Age: 100+ (Appears 17) Sex: Male Date of Birth: July 24th Legends Slain: Kingslayer Esclabor; Great Iron King; Salamander Zant; Good Blood Witch; The Beast of Tarvayne Slain By: The Five Heavenly Kings Height: 5'05" Weight: 114 lbs Mark Appearance: Click Here Mark Location: Left side of chestAglovale, or as his close compatriots refer to him simply as Aglo, is characterized predominantly by his frankness and straightforward attitude. He is also known for his utter fearlessness both on and off the field of battle. Despite appearing to be a very calm and composed person, Aglovale is quick to anger against those he find disrespectful and, especially, those who threaten his allies. Ever since his unusual resurrection, Aglovale seems to have developed a dark side when under the influence of the bloodlust. He becomes cold, quiet, ruthless, and murderous unless he finds a way to satisfy his dark urges. In his long life, Aglovale has managed to acquire many allies as well as enemies but none of his other relationships matter more than of that between him and his adopted daughter, Morgan. Aglovale's closest comrades describe Morgan as, "the only person Aglovale truly loves." Aglovale's deepest regret is that he died before he could say goodbye to his daughter.Much of Aglovale's early childhood is unknown. He was abandoned in the small village of Tarvayne located near the mountain regions of the Great Continent. He was taken in by the chapter of the Holy Church located within the village. Aglovale was an odd child. He never spoke more than a word or two to anybody and always seemed to disappear off somewhere during all hours of the day. However, even as a child, he harbored great potential within himself. When a gigantic beast began terrorizing the village of Tarvayne, the villagers were quick to entertain the idea of abandoning their homes. But at only the age of nine, Aglovale, with a makeshift spear in hand, traversed the mountains to face the beast in its lair. The result? Aglovale came back to the village with the beast's severed head in tow, impaled on the spearhead. The tale of Aglovale of Tarvayne began to spread to the nearby towns and settlements. "The Beast of Tarvayne was slain by a mere child," the stories went. Aglovale became somewhat of a small legend in that local region as a result of his brave action. Consequently, the sisters of Tarvayne's chapel decided to send Aglovale to Pendragahst, the capital city of Astoria, to join the ranks of the Holy Church. But once he got there, he instead showed such great prowess that he was recruited as a Knight of the First Sword - Lord Galant's personal army; Aglovale was only fifteen at the time. In his time as a Knight of the First Sword, Aglovale vanquished the likes of the Good Blood Witch and the fearsome dragon, Salamander Zant. From the mountains of treasure hoarded by Salamander Zant, Aglovale received two weapons of legendary fame: the Brightsword Caliburn and the Demon Sword Wrathbone. As the years went by, the names "Sir Aglovale of the Brightsword" and "Bright Lord Aglovale" were immortalized by the people of the kingdoms and beyond. The bards sing praises of Aglovale's heroic exploits and adventures. "The lord who wield the Brightsword Caliburn," they would sing in his honor. In the later years of his life, Aglovale relinquished his title of Knight when he saved a little girl named Morgan - his adopted daughter. Aglovale retired and opened up his own tavern in the hopes of living out the rest of his life in tranquil bliss. Of course the curse of the immortalized had other plans for him. Aglovale, by request of the Holy Church, went on to slay the Great Iron King and even Kingslayer Esclabor who was once one of Lord Galant's most trusted knights. But for some reason after fulfilling the request, Aglovale turned rogue and went after the Five Heavenly Kings who are stern allies of Lord Galant and the Holy Church considering their involvement in the war against the Church of the Good Blood. Alas, he alone was not enough to fell the Five Kings. Their might proved too much for the Bright Lord and his death came swiftly. In the final moments of his life, all Aglovale could think about was his regret of not being able to say goodbye to Morgan. That day, a legend was ended. It wasn't until years later that the blight arrived and began to resurrect the dead; with one of the risen being the Bright Lord, himself. Combat Information Caliburn: A legendary weapon of lore said to have been wielded by a great king preceding the Age of Blood, the Caliburn is also known by the epithet, the Brightsword, because of its innate ability to control light. Interestingly, Caliburn's power scales by the time of day. Starting at sunrise, the Caliburn gradually grows in strength until it reaches its apex at noon then it begins to diminish in power until nightfall. Furthermore, Caliburn has two additional forms it can change into: a longsword and a greatsword. In its passive state, it exists as a shortsword with a blade length of only two feet. The wielder of this sword must be deemed worthy by the sword, itself, before they can access its other forms. Wrathbone: The Demon Sword Wrathbone is a legendary weapon said to contain monstrous amounts of power. During the Age of Blood, the Wrathbone appeared in the world and was wielded by a powerful demon knight whose name was lost in history, overshadowed by this very blade. The sword thrives off the blood of its victims, growing increasingly more powerful with every foe it slays. Furthermore, it feeds off of its wielder's rage, growing stronger as a result of it; hence the name "Wrathbone". The full potential of this sword is unknown because, for some reason, Aglovale is highly reluctant to use it. Bright Lord Armor: The set of armor worn by the legendary Bright Lord himself. Crafted from dragon fire-tempered steel and dragon bone from Salamander Zant, this armor is powerful enough to deter Aglovale from the idea of using a shield during his time with the Knights of the First Sword. However, ever since his retirement from the Knights, Aglovale has retired the armor.Slaying Wave: When Caliburn's blade is enveloped in light energy, Aglovale can release it as a destructive wave of power capable of cutting through thick rock. The speed of the attack is also quite impressive. At release, it can cover a distance of 110 meters in about four seconds. Counter: This technique was created by Aglovale out of necessity due to the fact that he does not use a shield. Using a sword, in this case Caliburn, Aglovale can redirect an opponent's attack in full when timed at the correct moment. Depending on his preference, Aglovale can redirect the attack right back at its user or even towards another enemy. Of course, Aglovale can only use his Counter if an enemy has initiated an attack first. Bright Lord's Spear: When Caliburn is enveloped in light energy, Aglovale can thrust the blade at an encroaching enemy and release the light energy in a straight line. The result will be a spear-like attack that can potentially impale the strongest of armor.
53,228	1,445	6	1,054	1,812	Isabeau blinked a few times, regaining her focus. She had slipped into a daze ... or at least she thought. Though it had felt like an eternity since her body was put into the ground. Everything after that was a blur, until now. How long have I been out? she thought. A quick turn of her head to assess her location had her doubled over in pain. Events flashed through her mind, memories, her body ached all over as she began to relive what had happened that last night. She had been quietly working to uncover a traitor within their organization. Their numbers had been rapidly diminishing the past few months, and with no explanation. Sure it was natural for her brethren to take extended leave, to be gone for months at at time, but something didn't feel right. No ... there was nothing right about what was going on. Walking through the gardens always calmed her mind. But she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling she had that night. She felt someone behind her. She reached for the dagger at her waist and quickly pivoted. No one was there. But when she turned once more to continue through the gardens, she saw him. Some might ponder that it was who he was to her that she let her guard down in that moment. To others, the sheer thought of being betrayed by the one you love that shattered her resolve within those final moments of their battle. Whatever the case, it all ended with his dagger through her chest. She shook her head, letting the memories pass from her sight. When she opened her eyes once more, she stared up an endless sea of white. She had been sitting in a large field of white roses, stretched beyond what her eyes could see, blending seamlessly into a dingy grey sky, dusted with dingy white clouds. She chuckled softly and thought to herself Is this hell, or did I find my way to some other forgotten place among the stars? A strange sound had tore her from her thoughts. It was so foreign at first, until it began to seep into her very core. She turned to see what had been making the sound, and was startled to see a woman sitting right next to her. Where in this hell did she come from?! She cocked her head to the side, examining the strange woman. Her dress blended in with the never ending sea of roses. A thought quickly crossed her mind and she was grateful for the lack of aroma from the field. for if they -had- smelled, it would truly be hell she was sitting in. Either that or her own funeral service. As her gaze moved up, she noticed the woman's blood soaked hands cradling her face. Though they muffled her sobbing, the noise seemed to be everywhere now, growing louder and more intense. A small chuckle escaped her, slowly growing louder and fuller. She couldn't help herself. If there was any meaning to this, oh the irony behind it all. She buried her face in the soft petals as she laid down in the field of flowers, her laugh melting into bitter tears. She laid there sobbing, unconsolable, her cries matching the woman next to her until she fell asleep. Her eyes flew open in a panic, she grasped at her chest and tried desperately to catch her breath. She must've had had a nightmare for her heart was .... her body froze, her gaze darted around her, the tension in her hand released as she laid her palm flat on her chest. It was beating! Racing rather, and the more she thought on it, the faster it beat. She was surrounded completely by darkness and had very little space to move around in. Am I trapped in my own grave? This is impossible, I must be dreaming or ... she lifted her tunic slightly, ran her fingers over her wounds, searching for the scar. There it was! But this couldn't be real, could it? Bringing her fists to the wood above her head, she pounded them against the hard surface until she felt it splinter and crack under the pressure of her knuckles. Dirt started to the crumble in as she made her way through. Soon even the moonlight poured into her little ditch and she was free. Free. That word seemed so odd to her. It took her dying just to achieve it. But how? She brushed the dirt from her clothes, and noticed the blood on her hands. "I really am alive, aren't I" she said, reveling at the tint of blood that sparkled in the moonlight. "But how?" And with that she made her way out of the alcove under the tree, she trudged through the woods until she found a road. If she truly was alive, there were so many things she wanted to do. But first on her list, she needed to find out what happened to her and why she found herself alive and here.	Isabeau Falkenrath Aliases: Lady Millisandre DeFlur, Alexandria Cortese Epithet: Fireheart, Shadow walker Age: died at the age of 26 Sex: female Birth date: July 13th Legends Slain: Amari- High Witch of the Ironteeth Clan, The Desert Prince, High Priestess Adalynn of the Black Hand, the White Dragon of the Dark Spires, Lyndon and Jake Brice (The Brice Bandits), Cain- Champion of the Northern Badlands, Asher- Leader of the Silent Brotherhood Slain By: James Holde - First officer of the Assassin’s Guild and betrothed to Isabeau Isabeau has short auburn hair. It is longer in the front, sitting just below her chin. Bangs, neatly parted to the side, hang over her forehead and just barely brush over her eyebrows. Her eyes are something to behold; light green surrounded by a thin ring of gold. Freckles sprinkle lightly over her nose. She stands at about 5’7” tall, a petite upper body sitting upon wider hips and thick thighs. Not overly muscular though her body is tone. When exposed, displayed on her back are a number of scars, some seeming a bit more prominent. On the outside, she's cold and calculating, quiet and reserved. However there is a burning passion within her. Vengeance simmers from her pores and hatred seeps through every exhale. She wasn't always like this though. And deep down inside, there is a hope for redemption, to return to the wildfire she once was, burning bright and free. Though actual details of her birth are a mystery, there are rumors of a witch who fell in love with a prince from a far away land. The prince had journied far in search of a magical herb that was said to cure a sickness plaguing his kingdom. He came upon a young woman living deep within the woods. Beautiful in every way imaginable, the Prince became enthralled with the young woman and insisted that she leave the woods and return with him to his castle. But she could not leave her home. For she was a witch, just as her mother before her, and so on down the line. Their family and gifts had been banished from the kingdom long ago, and since, had taken refuge in the forest, tending to the wilds and those who lived within its sanctuary. Unsatisfied, the prince vowed that he would speak with his father to lift their exile if she would return with him as his bride. Gleefully, the young woman accepted. And with the prince as her guest, she spent her last few days in the woods saying her goodbyes and making arrangements for after she left. Those last few nights blanketed by the stars, we're magical for her and the prince, though as the story goes, it was the last shred of happiness for the young couple. Grandmother Amari, the high witch of their clan, had high expectations for the young witch. Plans which did not include the Prince, plans which would've been especially ruined if the prince took her away to become a princess in the castle. Though a silver lining appeared that would help Amari's plans along. And so the high witch gathered her kin, and her plot for war went into action. The night before the two lovers were to leave for the castle, Amari had one of the youngest within their clan travel to the cottage where the two were staying. She silently crept in, cloaked within the shadows and darkness of the night. With one clean swipe of her blade, she sliced his throat open, and without anyone noticing, made her way back out. He bled out onto the bed next to his beloved, who never stirred, and never realized his death until the next morning. It wasn’t until many months later did they all realize the young witch was with child and when the news had traveled to the High Witch, it was ordered to discard the baby once it was born. The young witch with fire red hair and green eyes encircled with a gold ring would never know her daughter. Despite her childhood being sprinkled with happiness here and there, betrayal and despair became common for her as she grew older unfortunately. Bred into a world of death and darkness, she was raised within the Keep of the Assassin’s Guild and was honed into the land’s deadliest weapon. She was taught to cast all emotions aside, especially that of love. Though Isabeau was very passionate and vibrant, just as her mother. Her only downfall, her one weakness is what led her to her death. Combat Information: Through her training, she has become a jack of all trades. Though her favorite weapon is the rapier saddled on her left hip. She has a dagger hidden within her boots and one strapped to her belt opposite from her sword. The dagger hanging from her belt is a curved dagger, with a ruby embedded within the hilt. She typically wears light fabrics, leathers and cloths of darker shades, red being her favorite color. Part of the reason why the witches wanted to do away with her because she did not have the affinity for magic as they did. However her time in the Assassin’s Keep allowed her to develop other skills and techniques: Shadow Prison: Isabeau is able to shadow step to her foe for an attack. During this attack, her foe’s movement speed is drastically reduced temporarily Wild Blow: Isabeau is able to manipulate the shadows around her weapons, increasing the damage done by her attacks. The attack is usually used when attempting to sunder a shield. Wildfire: Despite not having the understanding of the weave, as the witches did, Isabeau was bestowed with a gift from her mother. The gift of Wildfire. This gift takes an enormous amount of energy to control and wield. When called upon, the shadows immediately surrounding Isabeau will ignite and deadly flames will surround her as well as coat her sword, adding fire damage to her attacks. This generally leaves Isabeau quite drained afterwards ~~*~~
53,229	1,445	7	2,677	6,563	Feeling revitalized from his short duel with the dozen-ish mages of medium power, he debated whether or not traveling by foot, mist, or flight. By foot, he would stay undetected longer but make the slowest time, and using two feet was something he always sort of looked down upon. The mist depends far too heavily on the wind- but then again, the wind was picking up with his storm, and he could use that to travel. Herm- he hadn't thought of that before. Lastly, he could leap his way towards the nearest city in his most powerful, natural form, but hunters of not-so-friendly Legends might see him and take the opportunity. He suspected the shards of his heart, mind, and soul would be quite valuable for jewelry or as a trophy. As he just decided on mist form, he detected something- a hint of magic, behind him. He turned in time to see a cloaked figure step out from the shadows of several trees, and release an arrow. Arrows don't bother him- they only 'hurt' in his mortal form, and even then, they are easily shrugged off and discarded. But this arrow was very much different- magic swirled around it. He felt his spellwork reach other to it, draining the arrow so quickly and so peacefully that the arrow didn't even waver in its flight. The impact of the arrow, however, was more than he expected. The shaft was as long as his arm- so it was likely from a longbow, a bit one. He stumbled to the side as it impact the side of his chest, probably just outside a mortal's heart. Him? His mist form began leaking from it, pretending to be a sort of legendary blood. The more that leaked out- quite slowly, it did- the more it appeared he was weakening. Indeed, three more arrows hit him in quick succession, faster than Zaelios believed possible. And yet, he still did not fall. Instead, his hands reached out and grabbed etheral swords, glowing and swimming with purple and blue energy and light. With swords in both hands, he rushed to the enemy bowman's position- he could save his other form for later. Six more arrows hit him before he managed to reach him- or her, based on the length of the hair as they turned to run- and he simply threw his sword as the lithe archer turned tail. The sword changed to a knife before it left his hand, and the archer wasn't looking to see what came at her. A thud, a gasp at the icy coldness of the magical weapon, and then she fell. Zaelios, meanwhile, looked at the arrows sticking out of his chest, aggravated. One had even pierced his helmet, sticking through where his right eye should have been. Oddly, it hurt, though not nearly as much as a human might feel- a human would be dead. He reached up with one of his gauntleted fists, and yanked it out, staring curiously at the steel broadhead, which once held magic. It was covered with blood- but it was clean when it hit him. What had happened to him? The archer moved weakly as he pulled out the rest of the arrows, laying them in a neat pile next to the archer. He felt himself, feeling the multiple holes where his armor was pierced, and slowly covering itself back up, repairing itself. He tried to consciously repair it, as he had been able to before, and instead, the armor fell away, like he had simply taken it off. It dissipated into his mist, coating the ground around him, as he looked down at a human body. Sure, the right eye was bloody, and he could see the blood dripping from it, but it didn't hurt much. His chest was covered by a light green tunic, hiding a muscled chest, and he was wearing brown cloth pants. Odd, indeed, since he had never had a human form. Did the mages use a sacrifice? Perhaps they had to use one of their own to give him his life back. Did they bring him back? It looked like it. He raised his rough, weathered hands, and stared at the back of them for a moment, then flipped them over to see the palm. And on both palms, there was a blood-red marking of a wingless drake, arcing from his thumb to his pinkie, with little bolts of red lightning shooting down the inside of his fingers. And suddenly he felt a bolt of guilt shoot through him. He stared past his hands at the elf, staring up at him with fearful, confused eyes, and the ethereal dagger in her back disappeared. Tears ran silently, as he bent down and started helping her- despite his wounds very slowly closing themselves up, leaving bloody, ragged holes in his tunic.	Name: Zaelios Epithet: Zaelios the Lightning, Master of Storms, Caller of Storms, Stormcaller, Žaibas Viešpats (Lightning Lord) Age: He's really old cause he's a magical being created a long time ago when magicians were all superpowerful, instead of being weak enough to be controlled by Kings. Sex: Male Date of Birth: A long, long time ago. Legends Slain: - The Mountain King - Valkahar the Swift - The Great Werebear - The Lone Power - Firewyrm of the Western Mountains - Draconian Blazer - Stark Scyther Slain By: The Conjurer of Shadows Humanoid form- Otherworldly armor forged of an unknown dark metal (not exactly black, but dull and dark). Layered plate armor forming full-body medium armor, capable of stopping a waraxe or warhammer while still remaining more fluid and mobile than heavy armor. Based on his ability to turn into a form of multicolored cloud of mist, flesh, blood, and armor are all of magical origin, or heavily influenced and infused with. Magical form- a cloud of mist that can expand to, max, about the size of a car. Capable of all things mist is- getting inside a body, through vents or doors, etc. While very few have even seen him in this form, this is his true form- a cloud of pure magical self-sustaining spells. Powered form- A being of energy, held together by the spellweave that keeps him alive and sentient. This is his most powerful form, and requires regular consumption of mages or something magical in nature. In this form, he is a wingless drake of blue energy, just as large as a house. Combined with his almost-ethereal legs and his innate power, he mainly launches himself like an arrow from a bow to collide powerfully against targets. Destroying and consuming magical Legends makes all forms more powerful. Personality: Spontaneous, indecisive at first but terribly stubborn once decided, confused easily with paradoxes or the like, but can be terribly quick to figure out an ambush. Is also paranoid. Hard to talk to, personally. Lore: "Aye, it's said that the Master of Storms feeds off the power of those around him. He needed naught but the magic in your blood, in anythin's blood, indeed, and he'd starve so, since there are so few. So he'd hunt down other Legends, hunting them down so he'd not starve, using their powers to feed his own accursed strength. Then, one of them figured out how he ticked, and with a single spell, cast him from existence! Only the source of his power was left- a gem the size of your head, a great flawless diamond!" - an old tale told by the old storyteller in the tavern. Combat Information In mortal form: - A greatsword made of the same mysterious dark metal, with a dull red metal lining the edges and the hilt of the sword. Gems are embedded in both the hilt and the winged guard. - Two, dual longswords, hand-and-a-half, made entirely of the dull red metal, strapped to either side of his waist in scabbards made of grey leather, edged by dull, beaten iron. - Six saxe knives (almost like shortswords) set in small scabbards positioned on both his lower legs, his forearms, and next to his longswords. - A bow made from, again, a dark grey wood, reinforced with the same unknown dull dark metal, with runes of unknown origin inscribed across their length. An over-the-shoulder quiver with swan-fletched grey arrows sit. All weapons are very, very magical. In mist form: Well... he has the ability to solidify parts of his mist in unusually light, strong lengths of tentacle-like appendages. The mist itself also erodes at exposed flesh, burning like acid. Since it's a mist, any weapon, magical or otherwise, would likely be ineffective against it. Air spells and the like still have effect, though. In powered form: Magical teeth like shortswords, claws like longswords, magical scale as strong as his armor, but a bit thicker, and dissipates slightly when broken. Breathes the same mist he can turn into, though it's heavier and not as 'alive' as himself, though it still may form up around living creatures until they're consumed. Anything eaten by his own mouth or the mist has all the magic slowly sucked from it to be pulled into Zaelios's life force. Can sometimes shoot magical bolts, depending on necessity. Magical bolts when in mortal or powered form, medium control of elemental powers in mortal form, air elemental powers in powered form. The reality of Zaelios is that he's over a thousand intertwining spells. Actually "killing" him is next to impossible by normal means. Spells of most any kind are generally, in the long run, ineffective, and conventional weapons like arrows or swords are also nearly ineffective. Since he's made of spells, it would take a single master socrerer casting the disperse-magic spell, or a dozen powerful sorcerers, to actually "kill" him, which would leave behind his "soul" in the giant diamond gemstone. The gem itself is where all the spells are anchored. Theoretically, breaking it while he was "alive" or "dead" would permanently kill him, but it's unlikely to even be able to find it before he kills you. He can also summon storms, hence the name.
53,230	1,446	0	852	233	LOCATION }} TRAIN → GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS INTERACTING WITH }} EACH OTHER () Train bathrooms were not the most romantic setting, but they would do for now. If the group planned on running for some time, the ‘sun and moon’ may as well get used to this. As Max exited from the cramped little room, he thought it wasn’t such an impossible task. Dragging his fingers through his messy hair and trying desperately to fix the stretched collar of his shirt, it registered that secrecy would be the most difficult part of this arrangement. There was, of course, the option to have one or the other stay behind a few minutes and exit at different times, but everyone was used to them by now for sure - and, besides, they’d already left together. For criminals, they weren’t exactly subtle. Although he certainly wanted to, Max didn’t drag Spencer out; instead, he just waved a hand after himself, beckoning, to avoid being too demanding. The others were sat a few rows down, crowded around one of the few available booths with a table, and in various states of being: sleeping, reading, toying with MP3 players and other devices. Uninterested in any of that, Max went for today’s newspaper, evidently left by someone else. His eyes grazed over it and he plopped down into a seat across the aisle from their table, rubbing sweat from his face with his sleeve as he read. A very specific section caught his eye, and he contemplated setting it out before the others for them to see for themselves, but of course they had illiterate kids in the group. Sad, really. Decidedly unsettled by the report, he handed it over to Spencer, brow suddenly furrowed. “Read that,” he said resignedly, unsure whether to feel disheartened by their appearance in public text or proud of newfound fame. A group of teenagers from Boston, Massachusetts have gone missing after being arrested by the Boston Police Department. They were last seen escaping the premises on July 15th at 5pm, but nearly 2 months later, there’s still no sign of the group that is now being dubbed “The Boston Renegades”. Hailing from international homes, authorities aren’t sure how these Renegades came together, or what their common purpose is. However, the timing of their disappearances has led us to believe they are involved with one another in some way. Read More… The other boy took it from Max’s hands, his cedar eyes scanning over the words; hunting for some form of comfort or pride in what was being shown to him. There was no such thing. His brow furrowed as he read on, staring at his and his lover’s mugshots. It was all so surreal. He knew they were on the run, but he never for one second thought that anyone would consider them missing, or anything of the sort. Actually seeing the news in front of him almost became a burden. “What the… who the fuck are ‘The Boston Renegades’? Are we some sort of pop group, now?” Spencer quipped, hopefully not too loud. The thought of being demoralised to nothing more than some cheap name was… enraging, to say the least. He looked back up at Max, a burning fire in his eyes, yet, at the same time, sadness. Like fire and ice, swirling about and dancing at the cedar iris. Suddenly, the lights show ended, as Spencer came to realisation. “We have to get off the train. Like, as soon as possible,” he whispered, standing up abruptly and wandering towards one of the exit points. To be honest, he sucked ass at being ‘inconspicuous’. Luckily for him, the driver’s voice blasted through the speakers, announcing their next stop - Gloucester, MA. Max’s gaze followed Spencer, a little uncomfortable with the sudden shift in mood. Wasn't anything out of norm for him, though, so Max stood and went right after, frowning at the announcement. The USA was too gigantic to get very far at all - to be fair, they’d only been on the train a couple of hours, give or take, but they were still in the same stupid state. He just took comfort in the fact that they were directly on the coast now. When the doors of the train slid open, he ensured the rest of them got out first, taking a headcount all the while (although the other passengers weren’t exactly happy getting their exit route cut off). Backpack tight on his shoulders from where it’d formally been beneath their train table and newspaper clutched in his hand, Max hopped off the train last after Spencer, keeping his head down to avoid recognition. He was lucky enough to have a pretty unimpressive face, but Spencer… well. Spencer had some very distinctive features. At least neither of them dressed too uniquely to fit in with the general public. In fact, Max was dressed in a black shirt and jeans that must have been blue at one point but were now distressed to the point of greyness - he just looked like a trashy teenager. Probably not the best apparel for their new milieu, sun bright in the summer and the wind mild. “You ever seen the ocean?” he mused, coming close to Spencer’s shoulder so his voice could be heard. “We have to stay here for a while. Transport authorities around Boston will be keeping an eye out for our faces.” “Yeah, I’m thinking we travel by foot and take rides in some people’s trucks, if they’ll let so many teenagers ride at one time. Just until people forget about that newspaper article,” Spencer murmured back, looking behind them to make sure they had everyone. Yup, that seemed like their usual amount. He just thanked god they were all okay with, well, running away from their goddamn lives. The more he thought about it, the more he regretted it, but as long as Max was with him, he’d at least be happy. He just couldn’t dare think about what happened if they tried to return to their normal lives. Would their families get killed, along with them? How would Michaels deal with them - completely erase them, like nothing? Spencer shuddered, shaking back the thoughts, before turning to the group after stopping further down the platform. “Alright, we’re gonna have to find a place to camp out for the night. Hope you all packed some bed supplies,” he said, rather bluntly. No point getting their hopes up, was there? Max, on the other hand, continued the thought process that apparently was mutual between them. Family. He hadn’t seen his mother in years, and if Michaels somehow tracked down his father, he really wouldn’t mind it. The elder Reed man was not exactly pleasant. As for Spencer’s family, it was none of Max’s business, but he felt they deserved whatever fate Michaels had in mind for them; call him a cynic, but he had no remorse for unaccepting parents. He didn’t voice these thoughts, of course. Instead, Max just backed up Spencer’s short message to the others with a reassuring smile of his own. Damage control, if you will. A glance spared towards the signs lining the station told Max that they’d landed in West Gloucester. Weaving through the crowd, he navigated towards the information center and grabbed a booklet, seeing a section about a nearby shelter but quickly skimming over it. Shelters always asked for too much personal information - they had none of that to spare. However, there was a campground a little further north, and although it wasn’t ideal to stay outside during a summer night… it was better than risking being caught at a hotel or any of those homely inns nearby. The minimal lodging offered very small cabins, at least. “Spence, how’s this?” he offered, leaning over to share the pamphlet. Spencer looked to what Max was handing him, hesitating for a brief moment. After all, the last time he’d been handed something to read by Max was when he found out they had the whole city looking for them, too. Regardless, he took the pamphlet, looking over it. “Holy fucking shit, this is like, perfect,” he murmured, holding the piece of paper like it were an ancient artefact. Turning to the group, he put on his best game face. He had to keep their hopes realistic, but stop them from dropping too much, too. “Alright, Max has found us a place to stay. It’s not exactly a deluxe spa hotel, but a campground’s better than nothing, right? Plus, it’s less likely that they’ll find us. I don’t think Michaels has people ‘round that area. We can probably make it there by tonight. Whaddya say?” he questioned, hoping that nobody would have any opposing thoughts. Though, then again, they couldn’t exactly complain - it was better than being turned in or sleeping on the streets.	DISCORD • MAXIMILLIAN LUCAS REED • • moon • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • SPENCER RYAN BRADSHAW • • sun • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • ADDISON ‘ADDIE’ TAVINGTON • • sprocket • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • JACE THEODORE O’BRIAN • • chip • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • KATIE ‘KAT’ GARDINER • • wallflower • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • EMILY FLORENCE WARING • • bitch •
53,231	1,446	1	2,261	5,178	Location: TRAIN → GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS Interacting with: ‘Boston Renegades’, Max and Spencer in particular Usually whenever Max and Spencer (whom Emily persistently dubbed M’Spencer often) were somewhere together alone Emily usually had her two cents to put in about it but today her mind was too busy messing with her as she fiddled with her MP3 player. Sure, she hadn’t fit the stature of a law abiding citizen or even a ‘good’ girl in that case but never did she think the stakes would become so high. Sure, prison was something. Not the best of places, especially after she’d banged with every decent male prisoner (and even an officer, leaving him handcuffed to one of the cells, his pants on the other side of the room), in the jail. That was when it really become a nuisance. All the same she was glad for the breakout. She suspected she’d somehow breakout but not so soon, never did she consider it was come to this, both the people of justice and the king of crime on her tail. Although she wasn’t quite able to formulate the words as M’Spencer (insert fedora tip here) took their seat she gave them a suggestive glance which said just what she had everytime, ”Did you lovebirds have fun getting busy?” waiting for them both to get her facial message before giving them a mischievous glance alongside a snicker before returning to playing around with her MP3, head bopping along to the music, a faint sound possible to be heard by those close enough. Sure, the non-verbal comment was in good fun, in most cases that two people willingingly walked into room alone she’d imply they were banging or doing something of the likes, however, it seemed these 2 were actually at it, all the signs pointed to it. For two criminals they were not at all masters of subtlety. Either that or Emily had had sex so many times with so many men she could practically sense that they just had, or Emily was letting her joke get the better of her. Not long after Max brought attention to the newspaper in his hands. Emily skimmed over it briefly. She had to admit, she was surprised to be on a missing person’s report. Her eyes quickly found her name, No image available. Bastards. They probably didn’t appreciate her persistence for her mugshot’s obscene figure, or to remove the smirk on her face (handcuffs can’t solve everything sweetie). She could tell it was her parents that gave no comment, oh well. It was better her mother didn’t give a comment otherwise it would be You better not come back to this house Emily Florence or She’s better lost and saving me the grief. Her father was far too busy to care as usual, she gave a sigh sitting back in her seat and returning to her music. Emily snickered at Spencer’s comment. ”We’re renegades, not just in Michaels’ eyes but in the law’s, the last thing they want to do is make us sound good,” she replies in a hushed whisper, ”Though if we’re going to do that pop group thing I bags being the one that fights and throws stuff at the paparazzi!” she jokes. Quickly Emily jumps up from her seat as Spencer does and slaps him just above his left ear before muttering ”Do you know anything about subtlety? No wonder you were caught,” allowing the gruff voice pouring through the speakers to cover her words and avoid anyone who weren’t within a close radius to hear her. She glared at him for a moment longer before stepping away so the rest of the group could walk through. They hadn’t even left the state as of so far. Emily gave a sigh. She wasn’t at all optimistic about where they turned up, particularly if that article was all over Boston, it might have been a better idea to stay on the train until they left the state. Who put the Banging buddies in charge anyway? Well, she supposed, by following that probably showed she agreed. Either way, the coast scene was quite beautiful. Emily almost didn’t belong with her old short shorts fading in some spots and her wavy ginger hair a rat’s nest, parts being blown by the gentle breeze. The water was gentle, forming the slightest of waves. Between it’s beautiful blue and the sandy shore it looked like something that belonged in a pamphlet. As Spencer found the group a place to stay Emily tugged the oh-so-precious pamphlet from Max’s hand turning it in her own, treating it with much less care than Max had but care enough for it to not crumple or tear. ”I never liked spa resorts anyway, broke into a room once or twice, full of snobs. A camping ground seems perfect,” she says in a lame attempt to keep the group’s spirits up, and any rate she was agreeing with the pair of boys without making so harassing or suggestive comment, what could she say? She felt kind at that moment	Emily Florence Waring You Call Me A Bitch Like It's A Bad Thing– Halestorm • I Don't Care- Fall Out Boy • Bad Girls ~ MIA NAME }} Emily Florence Waring CODENAME }} Bitch. She insists it. AGE }} 19 SPECIALTY }} (She claims to be their) PR and distraction specialists, she the one after the mission dealing with the witnesses, keeping them quiet about their sightings. {{ Extroverted• Rebellious • Flirty • Careless • sharp-tongued }} PERSONALITY }} If you hadn't gathered Emily is definitely not the best of people, nor does she pretend or try to be. She is wild, rebellious and careless. Not for a day has she taken life seriously and doubts she ever will. She does what pleases and entertains her, no matter how reckless it is. Emily has no filter between her mind and her mouth nor between her mind and her actions. She speaks and acts without considering the consequences for herself or anyone else and tends to wear those consequences like a badge. She is a master liar and will tell as many lies as possible to get out of a bad situation or being caught. She will say or do anything to get her will or her way. She's not afraid to use another's confidences against them. Emily is very much an extrovert and often the life of the party. She will push her friends into uncomfortable situations for fun. She's fun-loving and does possess a heart for her friends, however, she’ll never admit it She'll happily take the blame for people she's close too, but would prefer assisting them lie their way out of punishment. Emily is open about who she is, she will be the first to tell you she's a bitch and often proclaims she's whore. She wears her worst traits as her crown and armour. Her ways make her seem heartless to a majority of people. Inside she does possess a soft heart, however, an almost impossible to break shell is in the way caused by her upbringing and past. Inside she’s still broken by the past, something she turned to a rebellious, wild nature to cover the wounds. She’d never admit so, she’s come to a point where she fools herself constantly. On top of her grief she has a form of vengeance toward her parents and past relationships. STRENGTHS }} Doesn't care what people say/think about her. Can talk/negotiate her way out of a lot of things She's gained quite a few tactics for not being caught. WEAKNESSES }} Her close friends. Alcohol. She can't say no to the stuff but becomes tipsy rather easy, she also gets the worst of hangovers She can't handle kids, she hates them in fact HISTORY }} Emily’s mother never liked her. Born an only child of a CEO of a large accounting firm and his unemployed wife, Martha The money Michael earned paid enough for the family of three to live a rather luxurious life and Emily hasn't known a life without such a lifestyle. While most parents cooed over their children Martha groaned. It wasn’t that Martha didn’t like children, she loved them in fact, but seemed to possess some dislike toward Emily for no reason. As her father was out on business trips extremely often Emily was left to almost defend from herself Perhaps a reason for Martha’s displeasure in her daughter was Emily’s knack at not excelling… at anything. She was never a high achiever in school, never excelled on piano when her mum bought her lessons, wasn’t the standout in ballet. The list goes on. As time went on the pair started arguing, it became evident there was problems between them and, as Emily’s father was either away on a work trip or too busy to deal with her Emily was practically left to fend for herself. With little guidance Emily mixed with the wrong crowd, however, she had fun. Soon enough she was known for a bad reputation among people. She was always misbehaving and arrogant. The only notice she took to rules was how to break them. She was often in trouble for graffiting, defacing properties and even minor thefts. As time went on she had learnt the best tactics to not being caught. Emily was 15 when she snuck out to a part, of course it wasn't her first rebellious or misbehaving act. She found to fit in perfectly and it was there she had her first try of alcohol and intimacy to a new degree. Since then the sneaking off to parties has become more common despite her mother trying to run her daughter's life. Unfortunately she couldn't stay hidden forever. Caught in the process of defacing an old and important artifact in her town she was taken to a court hearing where a very small amount of her crimes were brought to light and she was eventually sent to jail. OTHER }}
53,232	1,446	2	289	299	Location: TRAIN → GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS Interacting with: ‘Boston Renegades’ 'you used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your nightdress, discarded all the naughty nights for niceness, landed in a very common crisis' Katie was sitting in a rather uncomfortable position at one of the window spots around the small, cramped table booth. She sat normally with her body up straight, but her neck was bent slightly so she could lean her head against the window of the train. Her head shook softly as the train went along, every now and then forcing a sigh out of her. An arctic monkeys song played into her white apple earphones at the highest volume, echoing out too the people around her as it played too her. Sometimes when it got good she was nod her head a little, but other than that you would think she was asleep. Her sunglasses helped with this, shielding her eyes from everybody as she watched the surroundings pass. She wasn't used too train journeys that were this long. Back at home, if she had been on a train for as long as this she could have been in another city, yet she still wasn't out of state. This country was too fucking big. She barely noticed as Max and Spencer came back, sitting back at the table. She looked over just for a second, watching them as they sat down and Emily as she made a joke about where they had just been. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a sticker on the wall of the train which said 'no smoking'. It was taunting her. She had been dying for a cigarette since she got on the train, and every time she saw that sign it made her want one even more. She reached down her side, feeling around her pocket area too instinctively touch the box of cigarettes that she had. The shape of them was clearly visible through her skinny jeans. "Fuck sake". She said under her breath, to nobody in particular. She had considered multiple times on this journey just standing on her seat, opening the small window and trying to smoke out of there. It was almost worth the trouble of nearly getting caught. She noticed somebody had just thrown a newspaper down on the table, and after a moment of considering, she reached out for it and grabbed it before somebody else could. She unfolded it, and saw the headline. 'Hunt for the 'Boston Renegades' continues' Boston renegades? Was that there name now? She looked too the text below it, a big box with just lots and lots of text. She let out yet another sigh, this was going too take some effort. She scanned over the words one by one, slowly piecing them together as she went. This would be so much easier if she wasn't bloody stupid. It took her quite a while, but she managed too get too her part of the Article. "Nothing?" She whispered, seeing that her parents hadn't written anything. No pleas for help. No asking where she was. No concern. No care. She bit her lip softly as she let her eyes drift away from the newspaper. She was hurt, she wouldn't lie. Who wouldn't be hurt if they had parents that didn't care they had been missing for days, weeks? She threw the newspaper down as she decided too give them the benefit of the doubt. The train stopped, and everybody was getting off. She waited until everybody was off, and shuffled along the seats until she hopped off the edge, walking slowly behind everybody else through the crowds until they got off the train. As soon as they did, she reached into her pockets and grabbed her cigarettes. "I need a fag". She spoke in a strong English accent, a more common London one too be precise. Taking one out of the packet, she put it into her mouth and clasped her inverted lips around it. She didn't know if it was legal or not too smoke in a train station, but she was outside. Screw it, she had waited too long. While she listened too the others talking about campsites and spa's and everything else, she reached into her left pocket and pulled out her lighter. It was a simple $1 lighter she got from the last store they went in before they got on the train. She lifted it up too the end of the cigarette, cupped it and sparked the lighter. Once, twice. Three times lucky. The flame burnt the end, and she pulled on it too get it burning. The lighter went back in her pocket, and her hands rested at her sides for a second as she took a long pull of her cigarette. She reached back up, taking it in between two fingers and breathing it down again into her throat. The familiar feeling of the smoke clawing at her throat as she breathed it in felt like release too her, and she blew it out in a long straight line, closing her eyes as she smiled too herself. "I don't mind a camping ground. Sounds like a good idea, actually".	KATIE "KAT" GARDINER Catfish and the Bottlemen - Homesick • The Kooks - Naive • Arctic Monkeys - When the sun goes down KATIE }} KAT }} 17 }} ACTING}} {{ Cynical • Addictive • Sensitive • Lonely • Laid back }} PERSONALITY }} Cynical; Katie knows how people work, including herself, and has come too the conclusion that people are in it for themselves. She finds it hard to trust people if she hasn't known them for a while after what has happened with Micheal's and other events in her past. This means though, that the people she does trust she relies on more than she otherwise would if she had more people by her side. Emotional support is something that wasn't readily available too her when she was younger for most of her life, so while sometimes she doesn't know how to take it she does appreciate it. Addictive; Katie is a victim of having an addictive personality. Once she tries something once and enjoys it, she will usually go out of her way too keep that thing in her life. Not even Katie knows if this is just her natural shitty personality, or if its a way too keep her happy and hide what lies deep below, buried below the drugs and cigarettes. Sensitive; Although she would hate too admit it, Katie is sensitive. She cares what people think, much more than you would guess if you had been around her for ten minutes. She hates being judged for who she is, where she's from or how she acts which is why she may seem either more reserved around new people, or try too seem more intimidating. However, the latter rarely works. Lonley; Katie grew up Lonely. Sure, she had friends, but they weren't people she could really get on with or connect with. They were people for her to go out and cause trouble with. Sure, she cared for them, and they cared for her, but they all knew that it wasn't going to last. She grew up lonely, causing trouble and searching for connections to fill the gaps. Maybe this is why she cares so much for the group she is with now, she doesn't want to feel overwhelmed by loneliness again. Laid back; Contrasting all of this, Katie has become rather laid back. She tried too keep the group from internal conflicts and hates too see splinters start too form, but would rather sit back and relax than get involved in the fights and arguments. She doesn't hold much of a sharp posture, and seems too not care less about the risks of most things she does. STRENGTHS }} Actress; Katie is an amazing actress, and coupled with this she uses what natural beauty she has too her advantage, luring in targets and infiltrating small groups and buildings, tricking men with her charm. Small and nimble; Katie isn't huge, standing at 5'4 and only just reaching a healthy weight for a girl of her height. She has good agility, she can climb and sneak around and move in and out of places quite well without being seen thanks too this. Makes infiltration easier, along with shoplifting. Seems innocent; Nobody expects a girl who looks like her too be carrying drugs around for criminals, or too be on the run from them. WEAKNESSES }} Weak; Katie is physically weak. There is no way she could win a close quarters fight. At all. Intelligence; While she definitely isn't the most stupid, she isn't the most smart. She has minor dyslexia, so while she can read its harder and takes longer. She was never any good at maths or English in school either. HISTORY }} Katie grew up in south east London, on a council estate in Plumstead. It was nick-named 'concrete city' in the local area, as it was a mess of tall flat complexes, small sweet shops and gangs. Drugs, alcohol, stabbings and mugging was common where she lived. Her father had recently lost his job, and was looking for another one, and her mother was working two low paying jobs day and night. While they waited too be able too move, they were placed by the government in a temporary flat in concrete city. Temporary for 15 years. Katie was okay in primary school. She didn't excel in school but she wasn't the worst, coming in average for most things. She didn't have many friends, and the journey from school too home was a perilous one. She finished when she was 11, and went too secondary school the summer after. Somehow, she managed too become friends with the 'popular' people, and this is where is all went wrong. She suddenly started going out more. She got older friends. She experimented with different things. On her twelfth birthday one of her older friends introduced her too weed for the first time, and it quickly became a regular thing for her. By her thirteenth birthday, she had managed too get herself an older boyfriend who was 16 at the time. A few months later at 14, she started smoking cigarettes. Parties every weekend. Watching gang fights. Drinking and smoking at every chance she had. Shoplifting. For her fifteenth birthday, the same friends got her coke and she tried it for the first time with them. This was used less frequently compared too everything else, but more than average. She started skipping school and her parents wanted nothing more than too be out of concrete city. Her dad took a job offer in America, and her whole life was taken and moved across the Ocean. After settling down in America, she met the group before they got involved with Micheal's. She made friends. She started getting better. But, while trying to repair her damaged life, she managed too get herself into more trouble than she was in before. OTHER }} She is a smoker. English accent. Bi-sexual. More pictures of her;
53,233	1,446	3	2,173	2,274	LOCATION }} TRAIN → GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS INTERACTING WITH }} HIS TECH Playful blips and crackling explosions sounded in Jace’s earbuds as a tiny 8-bit-style pirate ship traversed the waves, firing pixels at opposing ships. His impossibly fast fingers hammered the digital d pad on the touch screen while his right thumb simultaneously rapid fired the ship’s cannons. A tiny jolly roger flapped above the boat in quick, unnatural jerks as the it darted to and fro in the overcrowded sea. Just as Jace was about to annihilate the last ship, the game glitched, and said opposing ship annihilated him instead. Jace sighed and dropped the tablet down in his lap defeatedly. Powder Monkeys still needed a bit of work. The code was patchy at best, but the game wasn’t half bad for a seventeen year old kid who’d just read a couple of books and winged it. Of course, in Jace’s eyes it would be utter trash until he deemed it perfect, and he had yet to deem something that he created ‘perfect’. He flicked his blue eyes up from the tech, hoping to steal a brief glance at Max and his adorable mop of chestnut curls. So much for that, Max was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Spencer. Of course... of course they were both gone. Jace felt the blood rush to his cheeks, equally embarrassed and irritated by his hopeless romanticism. He pulled the hood of his striped sweater over his head and slouched down in the seat. His cheeks puffed out in a silent huff. Jace considered pulling the strings of his hoodie to hide his face away like Kenny from South Park, but that probably wouldn’t be very inconspicuous. Working through the botched stretch of code on his laptop passed the time and kept Jace’s racing mind busy until Max and Spencer eventually returned from their little rendezvous. Jace subconsciously found himself sitting up a little straighter when they did so. He even managed a semi-believable half smile as he looked over the top edge of his computer screen. Max set a newspaper down on the table and Jace cautiously studied the headlines, his eyes only skimming at first. It was the photograph from his Facebook profile that really gave him pause. There he was, staring up at himself from the pages in black and white. “Oh…” he remarked aloud as his overactive brain processed this new information. Jace then read the statements that his parents left and pursed his lips. He could practically taste the guilt seeping from their words, and that made him feel guilty. Jace looked away and scanned the faces of the others as a distraction. No one else seemed to be reacting much differently than he was. At least, it didn’t seem like they were, but Jace had always been pretty poor at reading social cues. Spencer pointed out the ridiculous title the media had given their group and Jace nodded in agreement. Emily chimed in with her own thoughts. “Yeah, that would be you.” Jace responded with a chuckle as she mentioned throwing stuff at paparazzi. Spence brought up the fact that they were going to find a place to rest for the night and Max suggested camping. Jace’s stomach dropped when everyone else seemed to agree with that, and it wasn’t just because Max said it. Camping would mean no wifi, and limited to no electricity. They would be completely off the grid and out of his comfort zone. Of course, for the sake of group moral, Jace said nothing and kept right on smiling. He could do that, yeah, especially because he kind of had to. Criminals couldn’t really pick and choose, and compromises would have to be made along the way. But who knows, with the shared brainpower of Sprocket and Chip, maybe the duo could rig up something useful, or at the very least entertaining, for a few nights. And so, there they were: wanted and on the run, some of them with their faces plastered in the press. Jace looked back at the newspaper and scrunched up his nose, moving his lips back and forth in thought. “Maybe we should change our look, too.” he whispered a suggestion loud enough for them to hear. “You know... dye our hair, change our style, that kind of thing.” Jace glanced back at the photograph that was taken scarily recently. It was far too much like looking in a mirror. “It couldn’t hurt…” he tacked on for added emphasis.	JACE “CHIP” O’BRIAN THE DORK ANTHEM • GAME OVER • WE DON’T HAVE TO DANCE NAME }} Jace Theodore O’Brian. He goes by 'Gaymer' on the internet, after his well-known gamertag and username 'Gaymer1618' CODENAME }} Chip - like a computer chip, not the snack, even though those are good too! AGE }} 17, Birthday: March 5th SPECIALTY }} Hacking {{ QUIET • BRAINY • IMPRESSIONABLE • COMPETITIVE • DELICATE }} PERSONALITY }} The first thing one thinks of when looking at Jace is ‘nerd’. It’s his stature, and the way he carries himself, but he truly does have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge that can be cut down into multiple sects of ‘geekiness.’ Terms like that might be intended as insults from his peers, but he deeply identifies with being intelligent and takes pride in his skills. He enjoys sharing what he knows, confident in his mastery of certain subjects, but prefers to design and execute a plan rather than spew facts that others might deem uninteresting. Unless, of course, it is movie trivia, be prepared to be thouroughly uninterested! Jace is such a generally pleasant person that he appears to drift in and out of a daydream, but truthfully, he is constantly thinking. It may make him seem reclusive or reserved - which he is, to an extent - but he isn’t pensive or detached in the slightest. He’s often conducting full-fledged debates in his mind, but on paper or verbally, Jace is very friendly when fully realising these thoughts; when he’s particularly excited, the conversation can border on incoherence as he tries to explain a daisy-chain of logic or trivia or anything that pops into his mind. Oftentimes, he doesn’t ever reach a point, he will simply jump ship to a new topic altogether, expecting others to completely understand what he meant. They often don't. What really holds him back, though, is his pervasive fear of failure. He is so prone to reassessing his own thoughts and theories, worried he’s missing something critical in his puzzle, that he can stagnate and get lost in a world of self-doubt. This world is nothing public, however. Jace is certainly not an actor by any means, but you’d think he was trained in the art by how secretive he is of his self-criticism. He is set on making others happy (probably to keep them from getting like him), and ensures none of his depressed episodes see the light of day. Jace is a silent sufferer, and goes to all ends to make sure it stays that way. That said, he finds it easy to use warm, sensitive language just to get along with others. He’s not malicious in any way, although given the people he’s surrounded by constantly, you’d think he was a much more volatile individual. He takes great care of other people’s feelings, and expects the favor to be returned - sometimes that means giving him space for a while. Jace needs time to decompress after any overstimulation or lots of social interaction, so he withdraws himself from the public eye plenty. It’s for the best - he usually doesn’t even take care of himself. He’s passionate about what he cares about so much, working so hard to avoid the dark cloud of doubt always over his head, that he quickly gets exhausted and overstressed. This is when he generally turns to some form of distraction or self-medication in order to feel better. {Special thanks to for helping here ❤} STRENGTHS }}.:CYBERPHILE:. Being a competitive gamer and all-around nerd, Jace is very skilled with computers and all things internet. At the age of 14, he successfully built his own rig that he has modified and customized into the absolute BEAST that it is today. In his spare time, he likes to read books about coding and cybersecurity and, as such, he has a firm grasp of how the technological world works, and exactly what he needs to do to hack it. .:AESTHETICIAN:. Jace really enjoys the digital art platform and the ability to technically recreate the beauty of the world. He loves designing websites for people and making graphics for all of his favorite things. Two years ago, he started drawing and painting digitally using a tablet, and has exhibited some considerable talent that he hopes to go to college to hone in on. .:CINEPHILE:. This kid LOVES movies. Directors, actors, cinematography, you name it! Jace proudly boasts that he is the “Master of Useless Movie Trivia”. Go ahead, ask him about it, just make sure you’re comfortable first, because once he gets started he doesn’t let off the gas. This is one of the few things he actually feels comfortable talking to strangers and acquaintances about. WEAKNESSES }}.:WIMP:. The boy is an absolute twig and completely unathletic in every way. He has never participated in any organized sport and was, very shamefully, the gym class zero in school. Seriously, if it came to a fight, a person could probably own him just by looking at him too strongly. .:BROKEN:. Jace suffers from undiagnosed depression that stems from the bullying he received growing up. Coming out to his parents, and their reaction to it, didn’t make things any better. Because he has never talked about it or actually seen a therapist, he self-medicates in whatever way he can find to feel better for the moment. It hardly ever works and is mostly harmful in some way or another. .:FOLLOWER:. If Jace decides that a person is safe enough to talk to, he can become a bit much. His incessant chattering can border on annoying and has often gotten him shunned from friend groups in the past. If he sees someone as a role model in any way, he is prone to changing parts of himself in order to better fit in with and be accepted by that person. HISTORY }} Jace comes from an upper middle class Irish-American family. Growing up, the boy wanted for nothing and had a lovely childhood, despite feeling like he was a little bit different from his friends and classmates. Okay, so he was a lot a bit different from them, but still, there was a time when he was quite happy. He kept excellent grades and a tiny group of close friends throughout elementary school. At the age of 13, Jace finally came out as gay to his parents. Being the ‘religious’ Catholics that they were, his parents were less than loving and supportive. Joseph and Eleanor didn’t go as far as to kick him out of the house or anything, but they still weren’t accepting. His parents constantly insisted that this was 'just a phase' that he would grow out of. There was that, and the affectionate reminders that being homosexual was a sin and he was destined to burn in hell if he 'chose' that lifestyle. When Jace first started coming to terms with the fact that was, in fact, gay, and then subsequently faced the rejection of coming out to the people he loved most, his depression worsened. He is no stranger to self-harm and, when he was 15, he even tried to end his own life by taking a cocktail of pills that he found in the medicine cabinet. Jace woke up a few hours later vomiting uncontrollably, and it scared him enough to not try that again. His parents assumed he had just been out drinking with friends and actually punished him for it. To this day, they still don’t know the truth. Because of this, he distanced himself from them, and from other people that were close to him. He never officially dated a guy for fear of rejection, and instead focused on his technology, his artwork, on learning and growing as a person. Jace dreamed of going to college after high school to study animation at an art institute. Because of the lack of familial support, he turned to hacking as a means to earn money and save up for putting himself through school. That’s how the whole criminal enterprise thing started for him. His means to escaping reality through learning about the computer world had turned into a small time hacking business, which then snowballed into involvement with Michaels' organization. Jace never thought he would be a criminal, but something about it got addicting… it was the pleasing people, mostly, and trying to impress his new crushesfriends with his skill set and false bravado. He had turned into someone unrecognizable in this short time with them. And now, he was running from it. Wasn’t that fitting, though? Jace has always been running. OTHER }} I don’t understand the twenty one pilots meme thing because I’m old but I promise I read all of your rules. <3
53,234	1,446	4	792	4,390	Location: TRAIN → GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS Interacting with: FAMILY? Out of the corner of her eye, the one that had three little blue crystal stars to the side of it, Addie saw two of the three boys vanish into a little room. They must've lost something or were looking for something to eat - there was always some crackers or some croutons in the pantry cupboard at home. Sometimes when she ate the little hexagonal crackers her mother got mad when it came time for clam chowder. But was it really Addie's fault that those salty little snackeroos were so perfectly munchable. Regardless of why the two had decided to go off together, it meant one simple thing: supervision was indisposed! When they had gotten on the train, it was one of those two - Maximus? Spangler? - one of them had told the others assembled to stay in the general confines of the car they were in. The others seemed to understand it well enough, with the other boy currently bleeping and blooping ("Is he a robot?" was the first thought Addie had about him and his bleeping blooping device) and the other girls had things in their ears. ("But then how can they hear?") but it was to Addie that the explanation was given more than once. It would have been a bit demoralizing and rude - them treating her like a child who didn't understand basic concepts such as 'staying and not moving around' - except for the simple fact that with her supposed supervision experts all being indisposed with their own activities...Addie was not going to stick to the car she was in. As soon as the two dark haired boys vanished, Addie slumped to the floor, sliding off her train seat as if she had been a melting ice cream cone. Staying low to the ground, nearly putting her hands on the floor and walking on all fours, Addie hurried to the door to the other cars and slipped on through. Most passengers barely noticed the odd looking girl with the crystal blue stars and the shiny platinum blonde hair that was frizzy and had splotches of red paint on them ("You have to paint your hair it's called a this-guys, duh" had been her reasoning before the others forced her to wash it out. With a hose.) which was ideal. Just another train in Boston. Anyone who did take notice of her probably just assumed she was currently on ecstasy or some other party drug with how wide eyed and grinning she was as she walked down the center aisle. A gasp squeaked out of her lips and she practically leapt into the empty seat opposite a small boy sitting by himself. The kid couldn't have been more than five, maybe six, but he was frowning and alone, staring out the window. Addie sat opposite him and just stared at him, eyes wide and smile goofy, until he noticed her presence. It took five minutes. "Hi!" Addie spoke, her voice not nearly as high pitched as passers-by might have assumed; it was more of a voice like 'that band geek from that movie' as one of her brothers put it. "Hi..." the kid replied, clearly nervous at this very strange stranger. "Where's your mommmmmm?" Not exactly the best question to ask an unaccompanied minor, but Addie saw nothing wrong with it. It was a harmless question! Harmless! "Over there..." the boy pointed ahead, behind Addie. The little kid's parents, or just his mother, was seated in a seat two seats down. Ideal parenting, what's the worst that could happen to a child on a train. Presently, the red headed mother was engrossed in work on her laptop - much more important than keeping a watchful eye like an adult. "What's your nameeeeeee?" Addie had this bad habit of asking questions by really stretching out the final syllable in the final word. Just another in a lengthy list of features that came standard with Addie's operating system. "Brian." The kid was clearly annoyed, though more at his isolation than the potentially annoying blonde girl interrogating him. "Well my name's Addie," Good thing the others weren't in ear shot or else they might have had a bit of a fit for that, "You wanna play a game, Briannnnnnnnn?" Addie was nodding her head quickly, eagerly, egging him on to answer in the affirmative. "No..." Brian's answer caused Addie to frown, pouting her lips like a child denied a candy bar at the supermarket checkout line. "But it'll be fun! If you win I'll give you some candy!" Addie always had candy on hand, though it was not the type of candy anyone should eat as it was either stale or melted or else gotten off the floor and re-wrapped. Five second rule, right? "What kind of game?" The promise of potential sweets was turning Brian around to the idea. As candy did to most kids. "The game is...called..." Addie put both of her hands in front of her face, "MAKEAFUNNYFACEANDMAKEYOULAUGH!" As she spoke, loudly, rapidly, she dropped her hands and opened her lips on the side, dangling her tongue in an effort to make a random, hopefully funny looking face. All it managed was Brian kinda-sorta laughing, though it could've easily been a cough. Addie then had to take a moment to explain the rather simple rules of the entirely made up game. It took a small amount of convincing, namely showing that she did, in fact, have candy in the little pouch on her belt, but Brian was playing along with hopes of a gumball in his future. The game continued, with Brian getting candy every time he made Addie laugh - which was every time until the PA announced the next stop was Glauchester and Brian's mother came along and whisked him away, admonishing him (and Addie) for talking to strangers. Before Brian and his mother left to wait for the exit to open, however, Addie asked to borrow the mother's phone - an emergency, urgent at that. Upon getting the phone - after practically getting on her knees and begging like a peasant, Addie flicked over to the camera and, grabbing Brian by the shoulder, hugged him close in order to take a quick, sudden selfie. "THAT was your emergency?" the mother asked, snatching her phone back with a disgusted expression on her lips. "Yeah, a friend emergency, duh." Addie didn't see the problem in using someone else's phone to take a selfie - the concept of it not being saved to her own device didn't seem to cross her mind. All phones were connected, that's how calls worked, duh. When the train rolled to a stop, Addie shuffled off right behind Brian and his mother, and the blonde tinkerer even followed along after the duo nonchalantly as if she was part of Brian's family all of a sudden. "So where're we goingggg?" Addie seemed to genuinely think she was going with Brian, blinking in confusion when the mother threatened to call the police all of a sudden, scampering away from the girl who could only blink and watch in silence. "BYE BRIAN, ENJOY THE CANDY!" Addie stood on the sidewalk, waving to the family she didn't have as if she were a relative waving them farewell after a visit. Turning around to get back on the train - just as it rolled away - Addie had to do a double take to make sure that the five others she had boarded with were there - and they were, huddled around some sort of pamphlet or something. They were going to leave her behind! How rude! It's like they didn't even notice she was gone, and she was going to treat it that way, tip toeing back towards the group like a sneaky ninja. "WHERE'RE WE GOING NOWWWWWWW? BOOOOOO!" Addie announced her arrival by jumping towards the group, in an attempt to both surprise and scare them, cackling as she did so, as one does.	SPENCER “SUN” BRADSHAW LET’S KILL TONIGHT • READY TO GO • LYING • BONUS THEME — BUT IT’S BETTER IF YOU DONAME }} Spencer Ryan Bradshaw CODENAME }} ‘SUN’ AGE }} 16 SPECIALTY }} Infiltration— Spencer’s skill is similar to Max’s, but utilised in a different way. The intention of Spencer’s specialty is to enter the premises and survey the situation - plot out faster routes for the group, detect movement from security or, hell, even criminals, etc.{{ OUTSPOKEN • FIERCE • SARCASTIC • SMUG • COCKY }} PERSONALITY }} As his history might suggest, Spencer is a born entertainer. He loves the spotlight, but all the world’s a stage. He speaks with a unique and cultured wit, which contradicts how sheltered he was in a religious home and is, undeniably, the best part of most social outings. He is hedonistic and has an eye for attractive things, which is likely how he maintains his own appearance and keeps others interested. He is so focused on immediate pleasures, however, that he often neglects whatever duties are necessary to make these luxuries possible. Spencer relies far more on luck or opportunity (or those around him) to get him through life rather than using any complex problem-solving. Even though it’s not immediately obvious, Spencer is quite aware that not everything is always about him. He is observant and sensitive to others’ emotions, but that doesn’t necessarily means he cares enough about them to help a majority of the time. In fact, Spencer is fairly jaded, and will usually only offer his help to those he is close to or knows well. He is definitely not one to rely on for emotional support or practical advice unless you’re absolutely sure how much of an asset you are in his life. In any case, he is more likely to avoid a conflict than address it head-on. He enjoys a little bit of drama and passion, but when he’s the center of criticism, he doesn’t take it very well at all. He doesn’t seem especially ‘ruthless’ upon first impressions, but Spencer definitely has the charisma and confidence down to be a leader (truthfully, he’s considered one among his group of friends, but he’d never adopt an official label). He easily overwhelms those who are more timid and sensitive, and his determined relentlessness could easily repel those who aren’t used to his domineering nature. A true powerhouse, Spencer cultivates an image of being larger than life; but, hell, all of this gets to his head sometimes. He’s arrogant, with seemingly unmoving convictions and an intolerance towards ‘outsiders,’ which typically disgusts those who get close enough to recognise exactly how dominant he can be. With all his headstrongness and self-confidence, Spencer easily steps over unwritten boundaries. He’s extremely sarcastic, and with his wit, it’s no surprise when he spits out some sharp insult at someone he deems too incompetent for the team. When he isn’t careful enough, he gets too caught up in the moment, takes things too far, and runs roughshod over more sensitive people. He definitely keeps things interesting and competitive. Other people’s feelings and emotions come second to his own (and his own feelings come second to those of people closest to him), and his blunt honesty mixed with that definitely leaves him seeming rather insensitive. Max has such an effect on his personality that Spencer practically has an entirely separate persona from his ‘normal’ state. He retains all the exuberance, but loses any potential bite to refrain from hurting Max - that is, unless it’s necessary to uphold a back-and-forth of good-natured quipping. They’ve learned each other’s boundaries well, and know how to interact so well you’d think they were friends from birth. Spencer upholds a certain image, however, in which he appears unaffected by petty romance, so these moments are reserved for only ‘the sun and the moon’. STRENGTHS }} Spencer has sex appeal that is very difficult to ignore. He knows how to use it masterfully, and can often bend people to his will using this strength alone. In his (unfortunate) world, age has never seemed to be a problem to those who find him attractive. Compelling and attractive, Spencer never has a problem getting along with anyone he meets. He is extremely charismatic and, with all his observational skill, picks up on how people would like him to act. Wisely so, he does just that. Spencer rarely acts on his own accord when trying to earn a new ally. Spencer’s fine motor skills are amazing. He’s no magician and doesn’t casually whip out cards to show off his talent, but he has mastered sleight of hand. He is incredibly cunning, although most wouldn’t believe it until they learned of his dexterity. Incredibly deceptive, Spencer can lie about anything he’d like to, given the right materials. His habit goes beyond pathological, quite honestly; he does it for sport at this point. WEAKNESSES }} While he is fine enough at using it for advantage, Spencer’s gravitation towards sex is his ultimate downfall some of the time. Spencer can be too proud sometimes. Whether it sets another person off or simply threatens them, his ego could easily get him into trouble at some point. It’s happened before, and it’s only a matter of time before Spencer gets into serious trouble. Surprise, surprise: Spencer isn’t a perfect person. He’s a bit prejudiced, actually. Although he’s not full-on misogynist, Spencer is somewhat sexist, and underestimates women as a gender both physically and mentally. If someone so much as threatened Max, Spencer’s world would crumble. All important duties, all his other predicaments, would be set aside to help his ‘moon’. That said, Spencer could easily be subject to blackmail.HISTORY }} Well, you don’t get involved with Richard Michaels by being all sunshine and flowers. Spencer is a shining example of that fact. Sure, he was raised by a mormon family, but like that stopped him. After a few hiccups in school (read: breakdowns) due to the pressure being put on him to act like a fucking angel, Spencer decided enough was enough for his mormon lifestyle. He started off slow; showing up to church less often, avoiding his family as best he could and, hell, sneaking off in the middle of the night. It was innocent at first - he went to the local bar to play music and stare at the ladies (which soon turned into staring at the boys), having a pretty good time. That was, until, he met Maximillian Lucas Reed V. Ridiculous name. Anyway, this boy sent Spencer hurtling into the clouds. All it took was a good while in the back room of a gay bar and before he knew it, Spencer had just taken up a bouncer job at the local strip club (slash drug trading hotspot for criminal extraordinaire Richard Michaels). Of course, this wasn't when Spencer got involved with Michaels, oh, no, that time would come very soon. In fact, it was a week later. Spencer was in the middle of a little ‘show’ he’d put on for Max in the back room (which, might he add, is still one of their best moments to this date), having hired some random guy to take up the slack for the night, when the police came banging on the door. Three minutes, two arrests and one awkward moment later, the dynamic duo found themselves in a police department with other teenagers. That was when Richard Michaels came in. One teenager, Sinéad, had the bright idea of running from the department. Despite the obvious doubt that arose, her bright idea actually worked. It was only then that they realised they were screwed. So, the group went to the only person they knew of that could help them - the King of the Criminal Underworld. Luckily for them, they were all followers of the man (which had been the police’s original reason for arresting them before they found out about their less-than-legal activities). So, they were taken under Michaels’ wing - given jobs in the criminal network, provided a safe enough place to live without fear of authorities, gave them food and water; all the good stuff. Some of them found joy in the various substances they smuggled, others found different ways of entertaining themselves on the side. But, no matter what they did, nothing could’ve prepared them for what happened next - Spencer included. Then again, when do you ever expect that one day you’ll be violently awoken and told to flee your place of refuge; to go back into the world you’d managed to escape? At least, Spencer certainly didn’t. OTHER }} BELIEVE with jishwa
53,235	1,446	5	852	233	MAXIMILLIAN ❝MOON❞ REED LOCATION }} WEST GLOUCESTER TRAIN STATION » EN ROUTE TO LITTLE RIVER CAMPGROUND INTERACTING WITH }} THE BOSTON RENEGADES Emily could be even snarkier than Spencer sometimes. Annoyed, Max returned her mischievous look with an obviously aggravated eyeroll. Her comments about a pop group brought an excruciatingly clear image to his head: Emily could be a drummer with all her pent up energy, or, for better mobility, the guitarist that scrambled around onstage revving up the crowd and making bodyguards' jobs even harder when she leapt into the crowd. Not that he was contemplating becoming an actual musical group, but it was just entertaining to think that most of the kids here were likely made for the spotlight. Sucks that they skipped out on any potential opportunity in favour of a life of crime. Spencer, particularly, could sing. Hell, he could do anything musically. Anyway. No point entertaining such useless thoughts. His eyebrows raised at her mini-assault of Spencer, but he didn't try to mediate. Jabs between those two never turned into personal attacks, thank god - couldn't have the two most feisty at each other's necks. When they were off the train, Kat was quick to retrieve a cigarette (Max made a mental note to inform her of American lingo that very much differed from her London slang), and he didn't blame her. It never seemed like Kat had a shitty family or any torrential home life, but the fact that there was no comment in the newspaper from those people... it could be insulting to anyone, especially so if their relationship with their parents was all right. He breathed in the smoke, pulling the group tighter around her lest they get yelled at by some conservative opposed to teen smoking. Feeling practically blessed by Emily's avoidance of making some rough comment about their choice of stay, Max just nodded at her. Not surprising that she broke into some 1%er hellhole. More surprising than that was Jace actually speaking, in a few more words than one - which usually was his record unless you got him onto a particularly uninteresting subject. Max turned half-towards him, following his gaze to the newspaper in hand. The suggestion was a good one, really, but he couldn't help the amusing mental image that arose. Jace with bleach-blonde hair, Emily a brunette instead of her signature red? He gave Jace a funny look, trying to shut his own imagination up, and nodded slowly in an attempt to maintain composure. "That's actually a good plan, if you're all game," he agreed, keeping his voice low. "I'm sure there'll be a convenience store along -" "WHERE'RE WE GOING NOWWWWWWW? BOOOOOO!" Jesus. And Em thought Spencer was bad at subtlety. To be fair, Addie was pretty quiet in approaching them, and thus Max had no idea she was approaching - or even that she wasn't here the entire time. He stumbled away a little, running a hand over his face like he was wiping away all his irritation. In response to her very loud question, he gestured vaguely towards the pamphlet still in Emily's hand. "Just thinking about staying at a campground for a while, Sprock, that okay with you?" It wasn't a genuine question, judging by his condescending tone. He didn't bother asking where she'd even been, considering the myriad of worlds Addie could've easily lost herself in. He was just glad her picture wasn't in the newspaper - then they'd be in real danger of recognition. Speaking of... he brought the newspaper back up, making sure to keep it invisible to outsiders' eyes. He moved towards the end of the station, manoeuvring around the short building and towards the nearest navigation signs. They were on the right track north, so far - the info on the pamphlet told them it was five minutes by car, so surely it couldn't be much more than fifteen by foot. The newspaper had a fairly recent image by the looks of it, but still one where he didn't look too hot. "Was I drunk?" he wondered out loud, shaking his head disbelievingly. The lack of comment from his family wasn't as surprising. His father wasn't so easy to communicate with, and they likely couldn't track down his mother. As for Spencer, he had a good picture and a statement. Lucky fucker. Jace, though, looked plain goofy with his thumbnail of a picture. "What's this, Chip? Myspace pic?" Hey, at least he didn't make a Grindr joke. Even if Katie had a picture up, he wouldn't be too concerned; she could easily change her look and blend in more than any of them, despite the fact that she had very distinct facial features. As for Emily... that was a damn shocker. She must have fifty mugshots floating around, or so Max assumed; maybe they were just too inappropriate for a family newspaper. Addie, he wasn't so sure about. She'd probably had hers taken before, but that girl was a gigantic question mark. In any case, all of their descriptions were far too vague to nail them entirely. There wasn't even a 'last seen wearing' section, amateurs. Even more than social media or outsiders in general, they were worried about Michaels. Max's mind went through a roladex of his people, wondering who they could run into, who they should be wary of, and landed on one in particular. "Spence, Michaels doesn't do the dirty work. He's gotta have the blue-eyed kid after us, right?" Hunter-something. Max didn't care enough to remember. He turned more towards the rest of the group. "When we get there, we need to think of a plan of action for if we do get caught out." He narrowed his eyes cynically. "Emphasis on if."	DISCORD • MAXIMILLIAN LUCAS REED • • moon • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • SPENCER RYAN BRADSHAW • • sun • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • ADDISON ‘ADDIE’ TAVINGTON • • sprocket • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • JACE THEODORE O’BRIAN • • chip • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • KATIE ‘KAT’ GARDINER • • wallflower • ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ • EMILY FLORENCE WARING • • bitch •
53,236	1,446	6	2,261	5,178	Location: GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS Interacting with: ‘Boston Renegades’, Jace talking was a bit of a surprise, he really spoke in English and usually in the language Emily, who had decided at this point she was the mistress of nicknames, dubbed ‘Geekish’. Either way, she appreciated the agreement, making it obvious by the smirk on her face. The next time Jace opened his mouth however, Emily was not so impressed. Her hand flung to her ginger locks, what other colour would represent her fiery attitude but red? And it was natural too, well, despite the streak she occasionally dyed in the bottom half of her hair. Either way, the ginger was natural and she liked it. “No,” she states simply. True, it was a good plan but, whether it’d be in the name of vanity or something else Emily didn’t know but she knew she wasn’t getting into this, not easily at least. Before Emily could go on Addie cheered from nowhere, causing Emily to jump. ”Holy crap!” she exclaims in shock turning to Sprocket. If she had enough mugshot floating around the girl will be the reason they were caught.”What is wrong with you?!” She glared at the girl hard and long before Max butt in telling her about the camp. Emily looked among her ragtag team of misfits. Over their time together they had come to be like her family. She loved them all like brothers and sisters, or how she imagined one would, she never had sibling so she couldn’t compare to be sure. Not that she’d ever admit this of course, not without a snide remark at least. First her eyes rested upon M’Spencer aka ‘The Banging Buddies’. First her eys hit Max who could almost be as snarky as Emily sometimes, note the almost (by this stage Emily had decided she was also queen of snark). It was disappointing he rarely gave her snark, they’d have the best fights. At any rate, he was fun to mess with. Almost as much so as Spencer, his banging buddy. Now he was really fun to mess with. He got so defensive so easily, it was great. His comebacks were amusingly terrible. It seemed most people didn’t seem to rile him up so easily so why did she? Either way, being that person was fun for her. Next she turned to Geek guy Jace. Gay also, did Michaels only hire gay guys? Either way Emily didn’t think she’d sleep with these guys anyway. Jace seemed to be talking a different language a lot of the time, that language being geek, Emily would be the first to tell him to speak English. That was only, of course, when he did talk, which was nowhere near as often as her. Kat was next, probably the one Em showed the most liking to, not to say Kat avoided her snark, like Em’s gonna let that happen, but she definitely received less. The Brit got on her nerves the least. Last was Addie, if the group were caught Emily bet Addie would be the reason in her eccentric ways Em found obnoxious. The thing is Emily hates children and she found the almost-woman’s ways, well, childish. How she was so intelligent in other ways Emily didn’t know, she was almost waiting for Addie to one day burst into laughter and admit she’d been messing with the group the whole time, but who was to know? She just hoped mugshots of the girl weren’t plentiful. It wasn't until she overheard Max’s mutterings she remembered Hunter. She always got bad vibes from that guy, he was sneaky. At one point he attempted to get as much information out of Bitch as possible, he didn’t get far but, whether it was him or paranoia, Emily swears her stuff was out of place later that day. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her tiny shorts before adding, ”Hopefully we won’t get caught in the first place but with you lot I doubt that’s gonna be easy,” She says simply glaring between, particularly, Rocket and Spencer. The group’s loudest and least subtle. Do you two even know the definition of quiet and subtle?	Emily Florence Waring You Call Me A Bitch Like It's A Bad Thing– Halestorm • I Don't Care- Fall Out Boy • Bad Girls ~ MIA NAME }} Emily Florence Waring CODENAME }} Bitch. She insists it. AGE }} 19 SPECIALTY }} (She claims to be their) PR and distraction specialists, she the one after the mission dealing with the witnesses, keeping them quiet about their sightings. {{ Extroverted• Rebellious • Flirty • Careless • sharp-tongued }} PERSONALITY }} If you hadn't gathered Emily is definitely not the best of people, nor does she pretend or try to be. She is wild, rebellious and careless. Not for a day has she taken life seriously and doubts she ever will. She does what pleases and entertains her, no matter how reckless it is. Emily has no filter between her mind and her mouth nor between her mind and her actions. She speaks and acts without considering the consequences for herself or anyone else and tends to wear those consequences like a badge. She is a master liar and will tell as many lies as possible to get out of a bad situation or being caught. She will say or do anything to get her will or her way. She's not afraid to use another's confidences against them. Emily is very much an extrovert and often the life of the party. She will push her friends into uncomfortable situations for fun. She's fun-loving and does possess a heart for her friends, however, she’ll never admit it She'll happily take the blame for people she's close too, but would prefer assisting them lie their way out of punishment. Emily is open about who she is, she will be the first to tell you she's a bitch and often proclaims she's whore. She wears her worst traits as her crown and armour. Her ways make her seem heartless to a majority of people. Inside she does possess a soft heart, however, an almost impossible to break shell is in the way caused by her upbringing and past. Inside she’s still broken by the past, something she turned to a rebellious, wild nature to cover the wounds. She’d never admit so, she’s come to a point where she fools herself constantly. On top of her grief she has a form of vengeance toward her parents and past relationships. STRENGTHS }} Doesn't care what people say/think about her. Can talk/negotiate her way out of a lot of things She's gained quite a few tactics for not being caught. WEAKNESSES }} Her close friends. Alcohol. She can't say no to the stuff but becomes tipsy rather easy, she also gets the worst of hangovers She can't handle kids, she hates them in fact HISTORY }} Emily’s mother never liked her. Born an only child of a CEO of a large accounting firm and his unemployed wife, Martha The money Michael earned paid enough for the family of three to live a rather luxurious life and Emily hasn't known a life without such a lifestyle. While most parents cooed over their children Martha groaned. It wasn’t that Martha didn’t like children, she loved them in fact, but seemed to possess some dislike toward Emily for no reason. As her father was out on business trips extremely often Emily was left to almost defend from herself Perhaps a reason for Martha’s displeasure in her daughter was Emily’s knack at not excelling… at anything. She was never a high achiever in school, never excelled on piano when her mum bought her lessons, wasn’t the standout in ballet. The list goes on. As time went on the pair started arguing, it became evident there was problems between them and, as Emily’s father was either away on a work trip or too busy to deal with her Emily was practically left to fend for herself. With little guidance Emily mixed with the wrong crowd, however, she had fun. Soon enough she was known for a bad reputation among people. She was always misbehaving and arrogant. The only notice she took to rules was how to break them. She was often in trouble for graffiting, defacing properties and even minor thefts. As time went on she had learnt the best tactics to not being caught. Emily was 15 when she snuck out to a part, of course it wasn't her first rebellious or misbehaving act. She found to fit in perfectly and it was there she had her first try of alcohol and intimacy to a new degree. Since then the sneaking off to parties has become more common despite her mother trying to run her daughter's life. Unfortunately she couldn't stay hidden forever. Caught in the process of defacing an old and important artifact in her town she was taken to a court hearing where a very small amount of her crimes were brought to light and she was eventually sent to jail. OTHER }}
53,237	1,446	7	792	4,390	Location: GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS Interacting with: MOSTLY HERSELF OKAY? The important thing was that people had been scared. Well, two people that she could tell. Moonman tried to play it off all cool like, that's what he did of course, but Addie knew it in her deepest of hearts that he had been absolutely petrified. That was a great success as far as she was concerned; if someone could make the Moonman flinch...chances are it would have been Sunny Boy but Addie was glad to know she could at least get a response from the guy. And he didn't yell at her because of it, which only really served to give Addie more reasons to try and scare him. It was like a fun little game only Addie was the only one playing. The best thing about that? She always won. A campground? Addie didn't know regular ground from campground and really, really wanted to ask for the distinction. Perhaps campground was softer or had less grass or maybe campground had like natural pillows made out of soft dirt. The possibilities were running through her mind, and she was running right there with them - mentally - doing gymnastics as she tried to imagine campground in the literal sense of the word. Addie would have remained focused on campgrounds were it not for a louder question shooting from the lips of Em-Em. Of course, Em-Em had a different nickname but Addie out and out refused to say it. It was a swear word and swear words were bad, plus Em-Em wasn't one of those, she was sometimes a bit mean but she was a good person. They were all good people, it's why they were together! Addie turned her head and stared rather blankly at Emily, blinking with her mouth hung open. What a question! What a hard question! No one had ever asked her something like that before. What is wrong with you? Of course, Addie didn't know the concept of a rhetorical question nor did she even know what rhetorical meant. So rather than ignore it or make a joke like a normal person would, Addie merely widened her child-like smile and responded in the only way she knew how. The literal sense. "Oh wow that's a really hard question, Em-Em but I think I have an answer for you and it's probably my family not you guys who are my new bestest family but my mommy and daddy and Ty-Ty and Pee and Pee who are my brothers who I think mommy and daddy love more because one Christmas Ty-Ty wanted an Eggsbox which I thought was funny because what can you do with a box of eggs except break them and get all messy but I wanted a new soldering iron because I broke my old one after burning my hands like all the time and I thought Santa would give me one because I am the goodest girl so be good for goodness sake but when Christmas came all I got was clothes that didn't even fit me and Ty-Ty got this weird black box that he said was an Eggsbox but it didn't even have any eggs in it and I would know because I checked it by breaking it open and Ty-Ty got really mad at me and my parents hit me kinda hard but that was last year so that's probably not what's really wrong with me I don't really know but my dad always looked tired when I wanted to play but he would always have time for Ty-Ty and the twinsies and the maid who always cleaned his room for like two hours while he was in there too I guess it's a big room and needs two people and when I saw them cleaning the bed once my dad told me not to tell my mom but I told her anyway and she got mad at me and I don't know why but that year on my birthday when all I wanted was some green boards and wires they gave me a book with a cat and a hat on it but the words were too hard so I just drew over the drawings and then my dad got mad again and I never got another birthday present that was on my ten third birthday and I'm ten seven now but when I was just six I wanted a hot glue gun because I needed it and instead they gave me a book about green food and what am I going to do with that so I glued all the pages together and that made my mom mad and my dad used his waist cord on me but I didn't cry because I was six and I was a big girl then but I don't 'member if Ty-Ty or the PeePees ever got hit they always got more food at dinner too and always Santa got them what they asked for and I never did and I just really really wanted a toy pony for years but never got it I guess I just have to keep being a good girl for Santa because this year I really really want a toy pony and I've been really really good this year even though my mommy said she hated me after she visited me in my new cell room where I met you all I know she was just joking because I'm her daughter and I know she loves me." Addie spoke without pause until she reached the end of her rapid rambling. Without missing a beat, she turned back towards Moonman, still smiling despite recounting a small slice of years of neglect and discipline, and asked what had been on her mind all along. "What's a campgroundddddd? Is it like regular ground but differenttttt?" The world was such an interesting place, especially when viewed through the eyes of Addie.	SPENCER “SUN” BRADSHAW LET’S KILL TONIGHT • READY TO GO • LYING • BONUS THEME — BUT IT’S BETTER IF YOU DONAME }} Spencer Ryan Bradshaw CODENAME }} ‘SUN’ AGE }} 16 SPECIALTY }} Infiltration— Spencer’s skill is similar to Max’s, but utilised in a different way. The intention of Spencer’s specialty is to enter the premises and survey the situation - plot out faster routes for the group, detect movement from security or, hell, even criminals, etc.{{ OUTSPOKEN • FIERCE • SARCASTIC • SMUG • COCKY }} PERSONALITY }} As his history might suggest, Spencer is a born entertainer. He loves the spotlight, but all the world’s a stage. He speaks with a unique and cultured wit, which contradicts how sheltered he was in a religious home and is, undeniably, the best part of most social outings. He is hedonistic and has an eye for attractive things, which is likely how he maintains his own appearance and keeps others interested. He is so focused on immediate pleasures, however, that he often neglects whatever duties are necessary to make these luxuries possible. Spencer relies far more on luck or opportunity (or those around him) to get him through life rather than using any complex problem-solving. Even though it’s not immediately obvious, Spencer is quite aware that not everything is always about him. He is observant and sensitive to others’ emotions, but that doesn’t necessarily means he cares enough about them to help a majority of the time. In fact, Spencer is fairly jaded, and will usually only offer his help to those he is close to or knows well. He is definitely not one to rely on for emotional support or practical advice unless you’re absolutely sure how much of an asset you are in his life. In any case, he is more likely to avoid a conflict than address it head-on. He enjoys a little bit of drama and passion, but when he’s the center of criticism, he doesn’t take it very well at all. He doesn’t seem especially ‘ruthless’ upon first impressions, but Spencer definitely has the charisma and confidence down to be a leader (truthfully, he’s considered one among his group of friends, but he’d never adopt an official label). He easily overwhelms those who are more timid and sensitive, and his determined relentlessness could easily repel those who aren’t used to his domineering nature. A true powerhouse, Spencer cultivates an image of being larger than life; but, hell, all of this gets to his head sometimes. He’s arrogant, with seemingly unmoving convictions and an intolerance towards ‘outsiders,’ which typically disgusts those who get close enough to recognise exactly how dominant he can be. With all his headstrongness and self-confidence, Spencer easily steps over unwritten boundaries. He’s extremely sarcastic, and with his wit, it’s no surprise when he spits out some sharp insult at someone he deems too incompetent for the team. When he isn’t careful enough, he gets too caught up in the moment, takes things too far, and runs roughshod over more sensitive people. He definitely keeps things interesting and competitive. Other people’s feelings and emotions come second to his own (and his own feelings come second to those of people closest to him), and his blunt honesty mixed with that definitely leaves him seeming rather insensitive. Max has such an effect on his personality that Spencer practically has an entirely separate persona from his ‘normal’ state. He retains all the exuberance, but loses any potential bite to refrain from hurting Max - that is, unless it’s necessary to uphold a back-and-forth of good-natured quipping. They’ve learned each other’s boundaries well, and know how to interact so well you’d think they were friends from birth. Spencer upholds a certain image, however, in which he appears unaffected by petty romance, so these moments are reserved for only ‘the sun and the moon’. STRENGTHS }} Spencer has sex appeal that is very difficult to ignore. He knows how to use it masterfully, and can often bend people to his will using this strength alone. In his (unfortunate) world, age has never seemed to be a problem to those who find him attractive. Compelling and attractive, Spencer never has a problem getting along with anyone he meets. He is extremely charismatic and, with all his observational skill, picks up on how people would like him to act. Wisely so, he does just that. Spencer rarely acts on his own accord when trying to earn a new ally. Spencer’s fine motor skills are amazing. He’s no magician and doesn’t casually whip out cards to show off his talent, but he has mastered sleight of hand. He is incredibly cunning, although most wouldn’t believe it until they learned of his dexterity. Incredibly deceptive, Spencer can lie about anything he’d like to, given the right materials. His habit goes beyond pathological, quite honestly; he does it for sport at this point. WEAKNESSES }} While he is fine enough at using it for advantage, Spencer’s gravitation towards sex is his ultimate downfall some of the time. Spencer can be too proud sometimes. Whether it sets another person off or simply threatens them, his ego could easily get him into trouble at some point. It’s happened before, and it’s only a matter of time before Spencer gets into serious trouble. Surprise, surprise: Spencer isn’t a perfect person. He’s a bit prejudiced, actually. Although he’s not full-on misogynist, Spencer is somewhat sexist, and underestimates women as a gender both physically and mentally. If someone so much as threatened Max, Spencer’s world would crumble. All important duties, all his other predicaments, would be set aside to help his ‘moon’. That said, Spencer could easily be subject to blackmail.HISTORY }} Well, you don’t get involved with Richard Michaels by being all sunshine and flowers. Spencer is a shining example of that fact. Sure, he was raised by a mormon family, but like that stopped him. After a few hiccups in school (read: breakdowns) due to the pressure being put on him to act like a fucking angel, Spencer decided enough was enough for his mormon lifestyle. He started off slow; showing up to church less often, avoiding his family as best he could and, hell, sneaking off in the middle of the night. It was innocent at first - he went to the local bar to play music and stare at the ladies (which soon turned into staring at the boys), having a pretty good time. That was, until, he met Maximillian Lucas Reed V. Ridiculous name. Anyway, this boy sent Spencer hurtling into the clouds. All it took was a good while in the back room of a gay bar and before he knew it, Spencer had just taken up a bouncer job at the local strip club (slash drug trading hotspot for criminal extraordinaire Richard Michaels). Of course, this wasn't when Spencer got involved with Michaels, oh, no, that time would come very soon. In fact, it was a week later. Spencer was in the middle of a little ‘show’ he’d put on for Max in the back room (which, might he add, is still one of their best moments to this date), having hired some random guy to take up the slack for the night, when the police came banging on the door. Three minutes, two arrests and one awkward moment later, the dynamic duo found themselves in a police department with other teenagers. That was when Richard Michaels came in. One teenager, Sinéad, had the bright idea of running from the department. Despite the obvious doubt that arose, her bright idea actually worked. It was only then that they realised they were screwed. So, the group went to the only person they knew of that could help them - the King of the Criminal Underworld. Luckily for them, they were all followers of the man (which had been the police’s original reason for arresting them before they found out about their less-than-legal activities). So, they were taken under Michaels’ wing - given jobs in the criminal network, provided a safe enough place to live without fear of authorities, gave them food and water; all the good stuff. Some of them found joy in the various substances they smuggled, others found different ways of entertaining themselves on the side. But, no matter what they did, nothing could’ve prepared them for what happened next - Spencer included. Then again, when do you ever expect that one day you’ll be violently awoken and told to flee your place of refuge; to go back into the world you’d managed to escape? At least, Spencer certainly didn’t. OTHER }} BELIEVE with jishwa
53,238	1,446	8	289	299	Location: TRAIN → GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS Interacting with: ‘Boston Renegades’ "Maybe I don't act the way I used to, cause I don't feel the same about you, in fact that's a lie, I want you" Zoey sighed to herself as to not show her annoyance when Max pulled them altogether in a circle. She guessed it was because of her smoking, he usually took charge and she knew it drew unnecessary attention, especially when it seemed nobody else in the whole station was smoking. She didn't care. Times like these were when personal risks could be taken, at least to her. She took another long drag of her cigarette before blowing it out in a long straight line in front of her. She took another almost straight away, but let her arm rest at her side afterwards instead of going back to it. The grey cloud started to spread and rise around the teenagers but she didn't take much notice. Zoey looked around the group in a circle, smiling gently to herself as she did. The situation may not have been the best, but at the moment she felt quite relaxed and happy. She was with good friends, people she had come to recognise as a family, a very dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless. She was out, exploring, adventuring. Well, not quite, but she tried to put a positive spin on it. She had always wanted to be out of her shithole back in London and while she did occasionally get homesick she was enjoying the freedoms she had in a place that was much more sunny and beautiful. And best of all, she had everything she needed for a good night; Weed and cigarettes. She looked around the circle of teenagers as she thought about each of them. First her eyes drifted over Emily. Her nickname suited her well, Bitch, and that wasn't an insult to her. She was funny, and Zoey could easily get along with her as she enjoyed the crude jokes and fucking about nearly as much as Emily herself. Looking across next was Jace, the nerdy computer guy. But he was adorable, and Zoey knew that she couldn't really disrespect somebody who held as much intelligence as him, which was more than she could ever hope to have. If she kept going around the circle she got to Max and Spencer. The most unsubtle but the most cute couple ever. She loved them, even if sometimes they did annoy her. She looked around again, before realising they were missing somebody. Where was Addie? "WHERE'RE WE GOING NOWWWWWWW? BOOOOOO!" Zoey almost jumped out of her skin. "For fuck sake, Addie!" She said to herself, backing away from the group for a second to regain herself. She opened her mouth to speak again, but Emily had said what she was going to, so she kept quiet. She really did wonder sometimes what was wrong with Addie. She took in a deep breath before lifting up the still burning cigarette and taking another pull, watching and listening as Addie went on... a rant? Telling a story? She was so confused. This girl could literally talk for the whole world. But without and kind of pauses or breath taking, and almost everything she said was nonsense. Still though. She was funny, and she was so naive to everything that she was sometimes nice to talk to, when Katie really did want to just laugh. She walked over, taking another pull before putting her hand on Addies shoulder. "It's just regular ground, Addie, with grass and dirt and stuff. But you can put up tents on it and camp overnight and stuff". She said, smiling softly. "Nothing too special". She said. "And I race through soundcheck, just to meet you, on your fag break, and you convinced me to put life aside. And want you".	KATIE "KAT" GARDINER Catfish and the Bottlemen - Homesick • The Kooks - Naive • Arctic Monkeys - When the sun goes down KATIE }} KAT }} 17 }} ACTING}} {{ Cynical • Addictive • Sensitive • Lonely • Laid back }} PERSONALITY }} Cynical; Katie knows how people work, including herself, and has come too the conclusion that people are in it for themselves. She finds it hard to trust people if she hasn't known them for a while after what has happened with Micheal's and other events in her past. This means though, that the people she does trust she relies on more than she otherwise would if she had more people by her side. Emotional support is something that wasn't readily available too her when she was younger for most of her life, so while sometimes she doesn't know how to take it she does appreciate it. Addictive; Katie is a victim of having an addictive personality. Once she tries something once and enjoys it, she will usually go out of her way too keep that thing in her life. Not even Katie knows if this is just her natural shitty personality, or if its a way too keep her happy and hide what lies deep below, buried below the drugs and cigarettes. Sensitive; Although she would hate too admit it, Katie is sensitive. She cares what people think, much more than you would guess if you had been around her for ten minutes. She hates being judged for who she is, where she's from or how she acts which is why she may seem either more reserved around new people, or try too seem more intimidating. However, the latter rarely works. Lonley; Katie grew up Lonely. Sure, she had friends, but they weren't people she could really get on with or connect with. They were people for her to go out and cause trouble with. Sure, she cared for them, and they cared for her, but they all knew that it wasn't going to last. She grew up lonely, causing trouble and searching for connections to fill the gaps. Maybe this is why she cares so much for the group she is with now, she doesn't want to feel overwhelmed by loneliness again. Laid back; Contrasting all of this, Katie has become rather laid back. She tried too keep the group from internal conflicts and hates too see splinters start too form, but would rather sit back and relax than get involved in the fights and arguments. She doesn't hold much of a sharp posture, and seems too not care less about the risks of most things she does. STRENGTHS }} Actress; Katie is an amazing actress, and coupled with this she uses what natural beauty she has too her advantage, luring in targets and infiltrating small groups and buildings, tricking men with her charm. Small and nimble; Katie isn't huge, standing at 5'4 and only just reaching a healthy weight for a girl of her height. She has good agility, she can climb and sneak around and move in and out of places quite well without being seen thanks too this. Makes infiltration easier, along with shoplifting. Seems innocent; Nobody expects a girl who looks like her too be carrying drugs around for criminals, or too be on the run from them. WEAKNESSES }} Weak; Katie is physically weak. There is no way she could win a close quarters fight. At all. Intelligence; While she definitely isn't the most stupid, she isn't the most smart. She has minor dyslexia, so while she can read its harder and takes longer. She was never any good at maths or English in school either. HISTORY }} Katie grew up in south east London, on a council estate in Plumstead. It was nick-named 'concrete city' in the local area, as it was a mess of tall flat complexes, small sweet shops and gangs. Drugs, alcohol, stabbings and mugging was common where she lived. Her father had recently lost his job, and was looking for another one, and her mother was working two low paying jobs day and night. While they waited too be able too move, they were placed by the government in a temporary flat in concrete city. Temporary for 15 years. Katie was okay in primary school. She didn't excel in school but she wasn't the worst, coming in average for most things. She didn't have many friends, and the journey from school too home was a perilous one. She finished when she was 11, and went too secondary school the summer after. Somehow, she managed too become friends with the 'popular' people, and this is where is all went wrong. She suddenly started going out more. She got older friends. She experimented with different things. On her twelfth birthday one of her older friends introduced her too weed for the first time, and it quickly became a regular thing for her. By her thirteenth birthday, she had managed too get herself an older boyfriend who was 16 at the time. A few months later at 14, she started smoking cigarettes. Parties every weekend. Watching gang fights. Drinking and smoking at every chance she had. Shoplifting. For her fifteenth birthday, the same friends got her coke and she tried it for the first time with them. This was used less frequently compared too everything else, but more than average. She started skipping school and her parents wanted nothing more than too be out of concrete city. Her dad took a job offer in America, and her whole life was taken and moved across the Ocean. After settling down in America, she met the group before they got involved with Micheal's. She made friends. She started getting better. But, while trying to repair her damaged life, she managed too get herself into more trouble than she was in before. OTHER }} She is a smoker. English accent. Bi-sexual. More pictures of her;
53,239	1,447	0	2,009	42	It was a normal fall night in Ridgeway Pennsylvania. Of course, every fall night in Ridgeway is the same, with nothing ever changing. Things are calm and quiet, people walking down the streets to their favorite little shop. The town can be so nice in the fall. Even at the night time. The sun has yet to set, but the street lights are on, illuminating the streets. The park in the center of Ridgeway is a very popular spot, for everyone in the town. At least every resident of the town has just went there for the sake of being there at least once in their life. One of our "heroes," Jay McNeil, sits in the park on a bench, sketching a story board for some sort of movie that he has an idea for. This is something he does pretty often, now that he doesn't have to worry about high school. He doesn't look back at Ridgeway High School almost ever. Jay just sits and writes, being watched over by the mountains of the Wyoming Valley.	He's good to go!
53,240	1,447	1	2,298	263	James took advantage of the pleasant evening and went for a walk outside. He did that often in the past if he wanted to think through some complicated algorithm but at the moment he was on a vacation in a pastoral little town and just went for a walk without thinking about anything. He found an empty space in the middle of the town park, not far from some young kid who was sketching something and started to practice his "Cannon fist" sequence, emphasizing his strikes with fa-jin, making quite a noise..	Name: James Iehezkel Swift Age: 31 Appearance: Tall pleasant looking man with curly short hair, intelligent eyes and a goatee. James has a sporty body structure with broad shoulders and a scar above his left eye. Has a tattoo of the star of david on his right shoulder. Bio: James is actually a computer programmer by profession but he got tired of the continuous pressure and deadlines, so he came to Ridgway for a getaway. Despite his profession, James grew up in a bad neighbourhood, so he is a rather skilled martial artist because he had no choice but start training in a very young age and use it for self defence numerous times. Skills: Generally very intelligent and perceptive, has a good understanding of technology (i.e. good with computers and mechanical equipment), a very skilled and experienced martial artist(melee), trained in different martial arts disciplines. Disadvantages: Bad with guns and other ranged weapons(most likely to shoot himself in the foot), new in Ridgway so doesn't know much about it.
53,241	1,448	0	433	901	Metropolis. A bustling city, full of expensive greasy food, rugrats, dumb tourists, and everything great about the big city. The smell of gasoline and the sound of arguing people fill the air. Despite all of that, it's rather peaceful. Until that villain appeared. The "Voodoo Man." His little minions are everywhere, stirring up trouble for you and all citizens. You have a grudge on the guy yourself, most likely. But it seems you're not the only one. The Mayor is looking to put an end to the Voodoo Man's charade and sent out letters to retrieve heroes, a new Generation of fighters to protect the city. After somehow receiving the letter yourself, you show up at the Town Hall for whatever reasons. You are met at the front desk by a grumpy middle aged receptionist with a croaky smoker's voice that hands you a form and points you to the Mayor's office. When you get there, others are already looking around and eye you up curiously as you enter. Who are the rest of these idiots? Maxwell Weiseman Phaser Maxwell was one of the earlier arrivals, though no one noticed him. School happened to let out early today, luckily enough. Something about the sewage system being backed up again... but when wasn't something broken at that place, really? But who was Max to argue about leaving early? He had about, what, 15 minutes of peace until he found the letter in his mailbox? Max certainly didn't hesitate to run over there as fast as he could after seeing the name of the villain— well, teleported a couple of times really. It was the same guy who purposely made him even more of an outcast amongst his peers, for no apparent reason. Max wasn't going for revenge, he simply wanted to stop him before he hurts anyone else. That's just how he was. Maxwell had arrived and sat quietly in a chair, carefully filling out the giant stack of paperwork with neat information, not trying to socialize with any other to-be heroes who came in. Though, a few caught his eye. Either they were boisterous, frightening, or just simply strange looking. Max felt as if he might have walked into the wrong room multiple times. It only made him more self conscious when he looked down and saw that he was still in his usual baggy school uniform, making him seem even more in the wrong place compared to these crazy looking people. They at least looked out of high school, if anything... But, he didn't say anything. Just quietly fixed his glasses and went back to his paperwork. After all, there was no way he could talk to any of these weirdos, even if he wanted to. Violet Riise Flame Vixen A skeptical thin white brow cocked at the entrance of the town hall, judging the building profusely. For a town hall, it sure was bland as all hell. No wonder she preferred the alleys, at least neon lights had more life than this dull place! Violet took another annoyed glance at the letter, already crumpled into a ball in her hand. She then took a look at all the professional people in suits and heels entering the Town Hall. Her eyes fell on her own attire, which was really short from a bikini top and a latex skirt with a pair of sneakers. Hey, she put a jacket over it, so she wasn't completely naked... "They wanted me for my power, not for the lack of material on my body. I'm sure the mayor won't be complaining." Violet huffed, scratching the back of her head with annoyance. Lets just get this over with so I can punch that Voodoo guy's face in. The white haired girl entered the place, her sharp nailed hands now tucked in her jacket pockets, she snapping her gum curiously as she took a lazy look around. Violet stepped up to the receptionist, noting her terrible skin and teeth and the aroma of at least three packs of cigarettes, before taking the hefty packet from her and heading in the direction of the mayor's office. "Aaand in the trash can..." After throwing away the bundle of papers she was supposed to fill out, Violet pushed open the oak door of the Mayor's office and stepped in quickly, only to be met with pairs of eyes looking at her expectantly. Eh? Oh, the note said "heroes"... plural. Probably should have actually read the thing instead of just skimming it. Oh well. "Hello fellow mistak— I mean mutants. Anyone see Mr. Mayor?" Quite carelessly, Violet leaped up onto the mayor's desk as she asked this and crossed her legs, sitting comfortably where she was and not bothering to really interact with anyone besides that. (I apologize if I missed anyone.)	Real Name: Violet Riise Nickname(s): Vivi, Leader, Psycho, Flamehead Hero Name: Flame Vixen Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: female Age: 21 Appearance: Standing at 5'4", Violet is short to match her short temper. Even though she has a very pretty heart shaped face with large magenta cat-like eyes, a small nose, thin brows and light pink-beige small lips, it can easily become terrifying when those big eyes light up in full-fledged fire. Violet is pale and is a fairly average weight, but can become very aggressive if you mention her round rump or thick thighs. She has long, wavy white hair that is dyed, her natural hair color being brown. She often wears skimpy clothes with a white flame on them, considering it her symbol. Sexuality: straight Weapon(s): Two switchblades strapped to her thighs and a shotgun. Main Power: Pyrokinesis. Can manipulate fire and create it out of thin air using only her mind. When truly furious goes into "Rage Inferno" where her whole body is covered in flames. Sub Power: None. Personality: Violet is a very unstable person. Considered bipolar, she can be very friendly and personable at one moment and the next be ready to rip you to shreds. She leans towards physical violence in order to get her way, and if she doesn't she will flip the fuck out. Violet is a very self centered person, but if you manage to get on her good side, she will swear by her life to protect you. Like with her gang, she might be rough with you still but it is with love, and she will treat you like family. Get on her bad side though... well, let's just say you'll regret it. History: Violet was raised by her mother, her parents being divorced and her father running off with another woman. Believe it or not, Violet was actually a good student up until her Junior year, where the school had a turnover and new teachers came in. She didn't like any of them, and most were real bastards to her, so she slowly faded out of school until eventually she barely ever went. It was also around the time her mother found a new boyfriend. Instead of going to school, Violet found another place to put her time and energy. A few years ago, downtown Metropolis was overrun with gangs that were constantly at war with one another. Most couldn't even walk down the street without a weapon. Sick of this, Violet started her own gang to set things straight, naming it "Devilspawn." Originally it was just a group of stupid high schoolers that acted as vigilantes and beat back gangs that got a little too aggressive, but as a few years passed and the gang grew so did another gang. The competing gang started a fight with Devilspawn, and when they went straight for Violet, she lit them up not with a gun but with real fire. She discovered that she was a mutant, with the power to manipulate and create fire from her own mind. The others became afraid of Violet and her gang, leaving Metropolis all together. The gang now is used as a sort of, violent neighborhood watch. Things were running smoothly, until one night all the gangs that had turned tail and fled came back— but with the force of the Voodoo Man. They took out many of the Devils, and this infuriated Violet, because they were like family to her. She swore revenge on the Voodoo Man for causing her 'family' such pain, and now searches him out to give him what he deserves! Other: Is the leader and founder of the largest gang in Metropolis, "Devilspawn." Their symbol. Real Name: Maxwell Weiseman Nickname(s): Max Hero Name: Phaser Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: male Age: 17 Appearance: Max is a tall but thin boy, with little to no muscle mass at all and his height a little above 6'5". He has shaggy, somewhat outgrown black hair that falls over his matching black eyes that are always hidden behind thick lenses on a studious pair of black glass frames. He always has a somewhat sad look on his face, with a sharp chin and soft bone structure, thin lips and straight brows. Max is a little sensitive about his longer nose, as well as his pale complexion that always seems to lack proper blood flow. He always wears clothes that are a bit too big on him and seem baggy, most often seen in his school uniform. If you asked people what his best physical feature was, they most likely would say he has a "cute ass." Sexuality: demisexual Weapon(s): Metal-toed boots and metal knuckles Main Power: Teleportation. Can travel at maximum a few blocks away, and as far as consecutive teleportations, the further away he has to teleport one after another the harder it is. Just in fights, teleporting within a few feet he is able to do it much more easily. Overdoing it could make him pass out. Sub Power: By extending his palm out flat or using the top of his forearm to create a shield of plasma. It can only last for a few hits each, and can immediately shatter if it's hit with a full blast of another's power. He can only create one in the span of a couple of hours, and it is only about 1 and a half feet at maximum for length and width. Physical attacks don't do much damage to it. Personality: Max is a very quiet soul. He's fairly shy and soft spoken, often preferring to be alone than amongst others. He is often trampled on because of his passivity but Max never complains about it. He is respectful and kind, and will help others as long as he doesn't have to interact with them. History: Max has been second place his entire life. Always a straight B student, the second child, the silver trophy winner in everything he attempted— he never could win first place. His mother and father were devoted to his older brother and completely bypassed little Max, never recognizing his second rate achievements. He really lived a normal life however. A devoted student, though a bit shy and shut away from anything social, he really tried and never complained about anything. Max simply kept to himself, head down. And just like any teen, he had love interests. Max had a crush on this girl named Amber for two years of school, but never attempted to talk to her. Walking home from school one day, Amber was looking at her phone and walked out in front of a bus that was driving too fast down the road. Max, without thinking, ran out and grabbed her. But, suddenly, they were on the other side of the road. Passerby were shocked, whispering to each other about the weird teleporting mutant. Amber was scared of him, even though he had saved her, and ran away to avoid him completely at school. Max was heartbroken. But he didn't complain. He later found out that those who had whispered around them at the corner were not normal passerby. They were puppets of the Voodoo Man, seeking to torment the innocent mutant. Max wasn't angry, but he was upset. He wanted to defeat the Voodoo Man, not for himself, but so no one else can be hurt like he was. Other: Cannot see more than two feet in front of him without his glasses. Senior in high school. Has fairly bad social anxiety.
53,242	1,448	1	315	290	Lei Zhang Slitherman A young man carefully approached the receptionist desk, softly clearing his throat to get her attention, then unfolding and displaying the letter he had received. The weathered woman stared at his odd ensemble of jacket, hoodie, mask, and tie with an incredulous expression, as if to ask 'this was the best costume you could come up with?' Eventually, though, she handed him a rather thick packet and pointed him towards where all the other heroes were apparently gathering. Quickly skimming through the contents of the papers as he walked, Lei suddenly froze as he felt a reverberating buzz from the phone in his back pocket. Prying it out and turning on the screen, he sighed as he saw the bold words of a text message emblazoned on the front, reading in call caps, . The masked man paused for a moment before writing a message back, which he discovered was extremely difficult to do while wearing leather gloves. Lei decided that was a good time to shut off his phone. Shaking his head as he imagined the storm that was now brewing in his home life, the scale-speckled man attempted to push such thoughts aside as he opened the door to the office. Blinking for a moment as he scanned the room, the wide array of people there took him a bit by surprise. Of course he caught a few stares as well, what with his green hair and the eerily slit pupils of his yellow eyes. Opting to simply remain silent and fill out the forms he had received, Lei realized too late that the receptionist had neglected to give him a pen, which he somehow doubted was accidental. Deciding he could probably find a spare one somewhere on the mayor's desk, the hooded man made his way there and began to search, which unfortunately put him in rather close proximity to the...liberally dressed woman who was sitting casually atop it. "I'm uh, borrowing this." He murmured quietly to her as he waved a black pen in his hand. Since she was one of the few people in the room without a packet, he assumed that maybe she was part of the mayor's personal staff or something. She certainly seemed to behave like she owned the place. As Lei began to fill in some of the blank lines, he realized bitterly that it was pretty difficult to write with leather gloves on, too. He definitely underestimated the amount of paperwork he'd be encountering when he tailored this crime-fitting costume, that was for sure.	Real Name: Kimberly Hawkins Nickname(s): Princess, Alpha Bitch, Kimmie, Kim Hero Name: Mongrel Gender: Female Age: 19 Appearance: Sexuality: Cute and/or Handsome Individuals Weapon(s): Carries Pepper-spray Main Power: Werewolf Form - Willingly or (usually the case) unwillingly Kimberly transforms into a bestial werewolf with vicious and brutish strength with which she can tear through metal, chew through bone, long leaps towards prey, alongside other such feats of might. Sub Power: Monstrous Mind - The mind of a Werewolf Mutant is an easy yet complicated subject, which is very devoted. As such it scrambles any attempts of telepathy to read or influence. Personality: Kimberly is quite simply put a narcissist. She is incredibly vain in regards to her appearance and status among others. Often she acts with perky and ditzy front in an attempt to gain sympathy, attention and good thoughts among peers. But this belies the impishness of her character, as she has few qualms about using people and then stabbing them in the back. While she is mostly in things for herself and could care less about others, she does seem to genuinely care about whoever is part of her cheerleading squad at the time. But that could likely be chalked up to that however they look will rub off on her. As the Mongrel her behavior is much more simplistic. While Kimberly could possibly keep the instincts in check, this hardly ever happens. Mongrel is driven by the primary goals of conquering threats and hunting prey to feast. These two desires are gone after through fairly simplistic means of asserting their strength to accomplish the single-minded goals the Mongrel has at heart. If clearly outmatched, Mongrel will take the flight option of 'Fight v Flight' History: Kimberly Hawkins was born in the lap of luxury near the beaches of Cali. Her father was a ruthless venture capitalist, and her mother was a no nonsense corporate lawyer. Truly Kimberly was born in a family that were excellent at demonstrating empathy. For the most part Kimberly was a latch-key kid who was free to do all sorts of things. With this time, Kimberly Hawkins plotted and schemed the way for her to become the absolute top of the social hierarchy as the family funds were not enough. That's when she knew she needed to become a cheerleader, the Captain above all the others. She spent countless hours training, learning routines and dedicating her body to be prepared for the craft. She breezed through tryouts with her skills alongside sabotaging any who could provide a decent competition for her destined spot as the Captain. Kimberly then proceeded to dominate her social circles and rule with an iron fist. But such acts of politicking were not enough to lead us to where she is today. For that we must learn about how she came into contact with the Voodoo Man's insidious ways, and how the Mongrel came to be. That time came again where Kimberly needed to show why she needed to be the Captain of the squad. However through horrible and most sinister machinations, Kimberly was outperformed by a new girl who just moved into town, clearly by orders of the Voodoo Man in order to ruin the sanctity of this organization and destroy their chances to win at the out of state competition. The coach insisted that Kimberly could still be Vice Captain. She snapped and transformed into the Werewolf known as Mongrel and caused a ruckus. She couldn't show her face there again or be a part of the squad, let alone lead it. Leaving in shame, Kimberly Hawkins swore vengeance against the Voodoo Man and all of his minions. Luckily her quest would not just remain the angry complaints of a teenager for she was found by the group of Generation X who were after the same goal. But of course their goal was not as important because they weren't Kimberly; still she'll take what she can get. Other: Generation X! Generation X! Let's go fight! Show our might!
53,243	1,448	2	364	1,539	The Mastertorn helicopter landed on the roof of city hall. Sara & Veronica the only occupants got out. The helicopter flew back to where it came from. Veronica with weapon in hand proceeded into the building to ensure there was no hidden danger. Sara just rolled her eyes. They eventually made their way to the gathering of the heroes. Sara took a seat. Veronica took up a defensive position by Sara. Sara surveyed the occupants of the room. She already had a dossier ready on all of them, based on what the mayor provided and what could be learned from social networks and other places. She was was trying to determine what could be added to the dossiers and what might need removal. Veronica was sizing up their weaknesses if the need arose and she had to put them down. Sara speak is this color Veronica speak is this color	Real Name: Thomas Mastertorn Nickname(s): Robot God “Hero” Name: Roboto Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: Female Age: 35 Appearance: Sara Mastertorn, how Thomas interacts with the rest of the world Veronica Mastertorn, Thomas’ attack robot Sexuality: Heterosexual Weapon(s): Custom laser rifle system, it can be two pistols, rifle, or sniper rifle Last resort weapon: self destruct Custom sword Main Power: Genius Intellect Sub Power: Mechanical genius Personality: Eccentric & reclusive History: Thomas was paralyzed as a young boy. As a preteen his intellect ballooned to immeasurable levels. He built his first autonomous robot at seventeen. When he was twenty he opened a company building and selling his autonomous robots. By the time he was twenty-two he was a billionaire. He built Sara Mastertorn to act as his body out in the world, no one else is allowed to buy a copy of the model. When asked why he didn’t build a male one. His only response was “Female duh!” The question was in his opinion was extremely stupid, the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. He built models to work as receptionists, retail, military, police, any and every industry he built a model for and all female. Veronica Mastertorn is exclusive to his personal use and a unique model no one else can buy. Other:
53,244	1,448	3	2,654	2,774	Ted Ted heard the agonized screams of a thug who he had stabbed with his combat knife. Today was the time for him to go to town hall and meet this new team of heroes, but first he had to take out some trash, human trash that is. He had been on his way to this first meeting, but Ted had seen a couple getting harassed by a group of goons and being a crime fighter meant that he had to take down thugs when he saw them causing trouble. He had given them his usual warning and showed off his sharp knife for measure, but the goons just seemed to find his teddy bear appearance to be funny and laughed at him. Ted took their laughter as a sign that they had refused to listen to his words and leave so now it was time for pain and punishment. Ted pulled his knife out of the first thug and then made his paw charge with electricity and shocked the man into unconsciousness. He then began to utilize both his knife and paws in combat against the rest of these goons. His fighting style was very effective thanks to his small size and making it harder to be struck. After landing a rock hard punch to the last thug, Ted stood over the bloodied goons and took out a cigar to smoke. He turned to look at the couple he had saved and released a puff of smoke. "No need to thank me, just doing my job" he said as they just stared at him in shocked silence. He then turned and began to walk away. Ted heard one of the thugs groan in pain as was moving towards the main road. He stopped and bent down to look directly at the beat up punk. "Don't cause anymore trouble you hear? I'll be back if you do" he said and put on a pair of black sunglasses as he continued on his way. He soon came to the town hall and went in to see that there were other superhumans already gathered there. It looked like that was going to a pretty good sized group. "This looks like quite the party. Where's the mayor who started this gang?" he asked out loud.	Real Name: Ted Nickname(s): Fuzzy Terror Hero Name: Bear Commando Gender: male Age: 18 Appearance: Sexuality: straight Weapon(s): he wields a combat knife and AK-47 Main Power: Transmutation: Ted can alter his body's physical structure to mimic many substances and elements. He can make his skin hard like rock as well as make the fur on his body surge with electricity. Ted can only have his body mimic one element or substance at a time and shifting from one to the next too quickly can tire him out. When he mimics heavy substances then he is unable to stop himself from sinking in liquid environments and when his body is made up of light elements then he is more vulnerable to severe damage thanks to lack of density. While mimicking lighter substances Ted is able to jump great distances and sometimes even float through the air with the help of air currents. Sub Power: Teddy Bear mimicry: His body is in the form of a teddy bear. This power is always active and the effect is permanent. Personality: Ted is very straight forward and always prefers a directly solution to a problem instead of complex and manipulative means. He is quick to anger and has a very crude sense of humor. His views on good and evil are based upon the actions of those he sees and whether he feels that what they did is wrong. He is not someone who uses a doctrine or ideology to shape his morality. Even though people describe him as a pessimist and a skeptic, Ted prefers to consider himself a realist. Politically he considers himself a social libertarian and a constitutionalist. He believes that freedom and the constitution should always come first over security unless a threat poses a great danger to his culture such as fascists ideologies. He is a huge supporter of the first and second amendment. He can't stand thought policing and believes that a person has a right to express whatever they want without fear. His humor is politically incorrect and believes that facts don't about a person's feelings. He also despises socialism and communism. For him democratic capitalism is the end all be all of economics. Despite his crude humor and hardcore attitude, Ted is smart enough to make good financial choices and live a decent middle class life. Finally he is very loyal to his allies and friends, but he will always remember a person who tricked him into agreeing something he doesn't like. He is not very forgiving of those who have double crossed him History: Ted was born as a normal human and lived a normal life. He did good in school and had friends and a loving family. But all that changed when his mutant powers activated while he was in high school. His body changed from that of a human to a teddy bear. This new change was the greatest shock of his life and his parents decided to take him out of school and home school him from then on. He explored his powers and realized that he had access to incredible powers. With these new powers Ted decided that he would become a hero and fight for his kind of justice. He took on the name Bear Commando and started off his hero career. Everything was good until Ted had a run in with the Voodoo Man and his super-powered goons. With his terrible powers he was able to harm people that Ted cared about. From then on Ted swore to take down Voodoo Man and his group of villains. He was approached by a group called Generation X and offered a spot on the team. Even though he didn't really like the thought of being on a team, Ted knew that he would need help to take down the Voodoo Man. Other:
53,245	1,448	4	622	669	Elijah arrived at the doorstep of the City Hall after a dead sprint down Main Street and a leaping backflip over the street running parallel to the building. After brushing off his outfit, and cracking his neck and knuckles, he pushed open a set of double-doors, shouting "All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up." in a voice heard all throughout the building. Approaching the receptionist's desk he tipped a non-existent hat and stated "Bond, James Bond." as the woman thrust the stack of paperwork into his arms. Stepping towards the Mayor's office, he called back to the woman "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." as he gave her a massive grin and a wink. With a skip, a hop, and a jump, he burst into the Mayor's office, took a long look at the assembled group of freaks, misfits, and mutants before saying "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." As he walked towards a chair, he took immediate notice of the seemingly sentient teddy bear within the office. With a non-contacting elbow nudge towards the plushie, he chuckled and said "Thunder Buddies for life, right?" before plopping down in a chair. Pulling out a nice fountain pen, he spoke directly to the stack of papers "Say hello...to my little friend!" and began furiously jotting down every answer he could on the paper, finishing in what had to be record time. With a satisfied grin, he tucked away the pen, and shifted up from a seated position in the chair, the soles of his feet pressed against the seat as he crouched, his arms resting against his thighs, and his eyes quickly looking over every visible object in the room.	Real Name: Elijah Holt Nickname(s): The Madman, The Crazy, That Crazy Motherf*cker. Hero Name: Varies, see Personality Gender: Male Age: 32, unknown to most. Appearance: Elijah is bald, with massive metal studs implanted into his skull, a result of the experiments performed on him previously. He has brown eyes, which constantly dart about and never focus on one thing for too long. His face is quite gaunt and tight, giving him a devilish look, especially when coupled with the near-constant mischievous grin that adorns his face. His body is thin and lithe, and usually covered by a pitch-black outfit, and an equally-dark suit of modern, lightweight body armor. Sexuality: Omnisexual. Yes, OMNIsexual. Weapon(s): Even prior to the experiments, Elijah was a trained soldier, his body a weapon in his own right. On his person, he carries a combat knife, a custom-designed .45 caliber semi-auto pistol, and a special rifle, the JA-11, designed to fire both lasers from a special canister(about 10-12 shots before needing to be recharged), while also firing traditional 5.56 rifle rounds from a banana magazine. Main Power: The experiments performed upon Elijah have given him speed, strength, agility, and reflexes at the peak levels of human ability. He by no means has supernatural abilities, but his physical traits and awareness can rival that of Olympic athletes, him having broken many records during the post-experiment testing of his abilities. Sub Power: The experiments have also increased Elijah's metabolic rate, allowing him to heal from wounds quicker than the average human. It still takes time for major wounds to heal, and he can still die, but shallow cuts, scrapes, punctures, and bruises will scar, seal, or fade in a matter of hours. Elijah can enter a meditative state to increase the speed at which he heals, and if knocked unconscious will do this as a reflex, but he is completely unresponsive and defenseless in this state. Personality: The biggest drawback of the experiments were on Elijah's mental state. His increased physical and sensory abilities were the product of brain implants, the metal studs imbedded in his skull and displayed prominently. These activated dormant centers of the brain, increasing nearly all physical aspects of the body, but causing psychological trauma in the form of mental illness, different in each subject, as well as a common trait of hyperactivity, with subjects constantly fidgeting, jumping, moving, tapping, etc. Elijah's specific mental response to the experiments has resulted in a rather odd mannerism: He speaks solely in quotes from film and television productions. This can be rather grating on the nerves at times, and one often has to decipher his implied meaning from what he says. History: Elijah originally was a well-known hired gun, working both alongside global militaries, as well as more disreputable organizations, having learned his trade from his father, an equally infamous mercenary known as Titan. Together, the two would become some of the most sought-after soldiers of fortune in the world. Eventually, Elijah's body would start to suffer from the exertion, and after a stay in the hospital, he was contacted by a South American corporation about a procedure that could enhance his physical capabilities, and allow him to continue his work for many years to come. The procedure in question was known as Mind Over Matter, or M.O.M., and was actually highly experimental, with many different subjects being drafted alongside Elijah. The experiment was to use brain implants to activate dormant centers of the brain to push the physical body to its limit, increasing speed, strength, athletic and acrobatic abilities, senses, and metabolism. This was mostly successful, creating what ultimately resulted in a breed of super soldiers. However, the brain implants triggered flaws within the subjects, making them hyperactive, unable to stay still or quiet, and triggered psychological and mental illnesses within them. The overall project was considered a failure, and the subjects were released, with many quickly ending up in mental hospitals. Elijah was lucky enough to remain mentally coherent, however his now-permanent speech flaw of speaking only in quotes made it harder for him to contract work. However, the eventual rise of the villain known as "The Voodoo Man" would cut Elijah's return to work short. His father was among those made victim to the Voodoo Man's powers, the villain manipulating his fighting abilities to wreak havoc upon their home city. Elijah would quickly move to free him and save the city, but Voodoo Man had different ideas, forcing Elijah to fight his own father, the battle would eventually end with the death of Titan, Elijah standing his father's corpse atop a building. Elijah would vow revenge upon Voodoo Man, insisting that Generation X recruit him despite his mental flaws, so that he could end the Villain's reign once and for all. Other: N/A, for now.
53,246	1,448	5	433	901	Richard Scott Richard took a detour on his way to school, intending to skip school for today as he had more important matters to attend. Arriving at the city hall Richard checked that he hadnt forgotten anything important, he had his belt and his steel bat in case things got awry and the letter he took away from those burglars. Going to the front desk he showed his card to the receptionist and asked for the place where the heroes would met, giving a smile to the receptionist. His question was met with a packet being given to him and a finger pointing at a door. At first Richard thought he was given the wrong door, since this looked more like a "cosplay ex-convicts" reunion than a superhero, but upon returning to the receptionist he was met with a glare and her finger pointing at the door again. He sat on the first empty chair he saw, trying to ignore the weirdness of the situation and ready to begin writting the paperwork. Taking out his only pencil out of his pocket Richard began writing in the blank lines, until the pencil tip broke off. Richard checked his bag in search for another pencil or a pen, finding nothing and leaving asking another person as his only option. He searched for the most normal person in the room, since they were more likely to have an extra pencil. His search stopped when his sights set on a boy wearing a school uniform too, that was a couple of rows infront of him. Since he probably wouldnt hear him with all the people in the room Richard decided to poke him in the back with his bat, hoping to catch his attention.	Real Name: Violet Riise Nickname(s): Vivi, Leader, Psycho, Flamehead Hero Name: Flame Vixen Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: female Age: 21 Appearance: Standing at 5'4", Violet is short to match her short temper. Even though she has a very pretty heart shaped face with large magenta cat-like eyes, a small nose, thin brows and light pink-beige small lips, it can easily become terrifying when those big eyes light up in full-fledged fire. Violet is pale and is a fairly average weight, but can become very aggressive if you mention her round rump or thick thighs. She has long, wavy white hair that is dyed, her natural hair color being brown. She often wears skimpy clothes with a white flame on them, considering it her symbol. Sexuality: straight Weapon(s): Two switchblades strapped to her thighs and a shotgun. Main Power: Pyrokinesis. Can manipulate fire and create it out of thin air using only her mind. When truly furious goes into "Rage Inferno" where her whole body is covered in flames. Sub Power: None. Personality: Violet is a very unstable person. Considered bipolar, she can be very friendly and personable at one moment and the next be ready to rip you to shreds. She leans towards physical violence in order to get her way, and if she doesn't she will flip the fuck out. Violet is a very self centered person, but if you manage to get on her good side, she will swear by her life to protect you. Like with her gang, she might be rough with you still but it is with love, and she will treat you like family. Get on her bad side though... well, let's just say you'll regret it. History: Violet was raised by her mother, her parents being divorced and her father running off with another woman. Believe it or not, Violet was actually a good student up until her Junior year, where the school had a turnover and new teachers came in. She didn't like any of them, and most were real bastards to her, so she slowly faded out of school until eventually she barely ever went. It was also around the time her mother found a new boyfriend. Instead of going to school, Violet found another place to put her time and energy. A few years ago, downtown Metropolis was overrun with gangs that were constantly at war with one another. Most couldn't even walk down the street without a weapon. Sick of this, Violet started her own gang to set things straight, naming it "Devilspawn." Originally it was just a group of stupid high schoolers that acted as vigilantes and beat back gangs that got a little too aggressive, but as a few years passed and the gang grew so did another gang. The competing gang started a fight with Devilspawn, and when they went straight for Violet, she lit them up not with a gun but with real fire. She discovered that she was a mutant, with the power to manipulate and create fire from her own mind. The others became afraid of Violet and her gang, leaving Metropolis all together. The gang now is used as a sort of, violent neighborhood watch. Things were running smoothly, until one night all the gangs that had turned tail and fled came back— but with the force of the Voodoo Man. They took out many of the Devils, and this infuriated Violet, because they were like family to her. She swore revenge on the Voodoo Man for causing her 'family' such pain, and now searches him out to give him what he deserves! Other: Is the leader and founder of the largest gang in Metropolis, "Devilspawn." Their symbol. Real Name: Maxwell Weiseman Nickname(s): Max Hero Name: Phaser Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: male Age: 17 Appearance: Max is a tall but thin boy, with little to no muscle mass at all and his height a little above 6'5". He has shaggy, somewhat outgrown black hair that falls over his matching black eyes that are always hidden behind thick lenses on a studious pair of black glass frames. He always has a somewhat sad look on his face, with a sharp chin and soft bone structure, thin lips and straight brows. Max is a little sensitive about his longer nose, as well as his pale complexion that always seems to lack proper blood flow. He always wears clothes that are a bit too big on him and seem baggy, most often seen in his school uniform. If you asked people what his best physical feature was, they most likely would say he has a "cute ass." Sexuality: demisexual Weapon(s): Metal-toed boots and metal knuckles Main Power: Teleportation. Can travel at maximum a few blocks away, and as far as consecutive teleportations, the further away he has to teleport one after another the harder it is. Just in fights, teleporting within a few feet he is able to do it much more easily. Overdoing it could make him pass out. Sub Power: By extending his palm out flat or using the top of his forearm to create a shield of plasma. It can only last for a few hits each, and can immediately shatter if it's hit with a full blast of another's power. He can only create one in the span of a couple of hours, and it is only about 1 and a half feet at maximum for length and width. Physical attacks don't do much damage to it. Personality: Max is a very quiet soul. He's fairly shy and soft spoken, often preferring to be alone than amongst others. He is often trampled on because of his passivity but Max never complains about it. He is respectful and kind, and will help others as long as he doesn't have to interact with them. History: Max has been second place his entire life. Always a straight B student, the second child, the silver trophy winner in everything he attempted— he never could win first place. His mother and father were devoted to his older brother and completely bypassed little Max, never recognizing his second rate achievements. He really lived a normal life however. A devoted student, though a bit shy and shut away from anything social, he really tried and never complained about anything. Max simply kept to himself, head down. And just like any teen, he had love interests. Max had a crush on this girl named Amber for two years of school, but never attempted to talk to her. Walking home from school one day, Amber was looking at her phone and walked out in front of a bus that was driving too fast down the road. Max, without thinking, ran out and grabbed her. But, suddenly, they were on the other side of the road. Passerby were shocked, whispering to each other about the weird teleporting mutant. Amber was scared of him, even though he had saved her, and ran away to avoid him completely at school. Max was heartbroken. But he didn't complain. He later found out that those who had whispered around them at the corner were not normal passerby. They were puppets of the Voodoo Man, seeking to torment the innocent mutant. Max wasn't angry, but he was upset. He wanted to defeat the Voodoo Man, not for himself, but so no one else can be hurt like he was. Other: Cannot see more than two feet in front of him without his glasses. Senior in high school. Has fairly bad social anxiety.
53,247	1,448	6	882	1,073	Chie happily skipped in circles around the main town hall reception lobby, glad to have a potential opportunity to meet this so-called "Voodoo Man" and the supposed source of her arcane abilities. She was humming a little ditty to herself as she scouted out the others who had just recently arrived. A cheerleader, a man in a hoodie...hold on, was that a freaking TEDDY BEAR? Not to mention some other weird guy who looked like Hannibal Lecter if he was a member of the X-Men. What the heck were those things coming out of his head? So bizarre... She shuffled her deck of tarot cards and sat down at one of the benches in the lobby, still whistling to herself. Everyone seemed special in their own little way, each here for their own reasons, most likely. Chie figured she would break the ice a little with a bit of fortune telling. Nothing bad could come out of that, right? She had just cleansed the cards before she set off for the town hall, so all the bad juju that may or may not have been in the cards should be gone. "Hey, hey!" the young tarot reader called out to everyone. "Anyone want their fortune read while we wait? It's freeee!~" She giggled to herself, eager to see and/or hear everyone's reactions.	Real Name: Hashimoto Chie Nicknames: Jokerette, The Fool Hero Name: Wild Card Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: Female Age: 18 Sexuality: Heterosexual Weapon(s): A deck of tarot cards. Main Power: Chie can call forth the energy within tarot cards and cause it to appear on the physical plane. Different cards do different things, with the cards symbolizing humanoids, such as The Fool, calling forth the respective figure, and more miscellaneous cards, such as The Sun or The Moon, causing some sort of miscellaneous effect(for example, The Sun would change night to day, and vice versa for the moon). However, because of the nature of the tarot cards, the deck must be shuffled and cleansed regularly, otherwise the cards lose their power, either completely or partly. As a result, she isn't really well-suited for surprise attacks or back-to-back fights with no inbetween. Sub Power: N/A Personality: Chie is a rather bubbly and naive individual. She has a deep love of cards of all kinds, and is never afraid to voice her interest in them. Maybe her interests are a bit too dominant in her life, however. Once she starts talking about her hobbies, it's hard to make her stop. Even though people voice annoyance in her because of her personality quirks, she's really not the kind of person who would bear ill will towards anyone unless they REALLY struck a nerve. Her family and her hobbies are just two things one should NEVER talk trash about around her, lest they receive an earful of screams and a fist in the face. Aside from that, however, Chie is generally quite friendly, although a bit too trusting around people who try to get on her good side and succeed. Her naivete just might be her downfall someday. History: Chie's father was a fortune teller, and a very eccentric one at that. He would often scream out the various meanings and interpretations of the tarot cards he read, and mention some pagan God or another as the overseer of all the possible outcomes the cards could lead into. Chie's mother worked at a casino and was in charge of Poker matches, and would often tell stories about the games she experienced to her daughter at home. Cards were a very major factor in the lives of the Hashimoto family, but Chie never really found her tie-in with the arcana until her father brought home one of his tarot decks after a night of heavy drinking. She drew a card off the top of the deck, and suddenly night turned to day. The card she drew was The Sun. Chie drew another card. Day turned back into night, thanks to the power of The Moon. This was her mutation: The ability to manifest the energy within tarot cards onto the physical plane. One night during the following week, Chie told her father about her newfound fascination with tarotology. He was very pleased to hear his only daughter voice interest in his profession, and made it his mission to teach her the meaning of every single tarot card. When she finally grasped the symbolism of every single one of the major and minor arcana, she decided she had to thank whoever it was that gave her the power which sparked her interest in the first place. Chie eventually discovered it was someone named "The Voodoo Man", and he apparently "must be stopped". After reading the letter, she rushed to the town hall, hoping to get more answers. Other: Something, something, the Arcana is the means by which all is revealed.
53,248	1,448	7	800	3,846	"Introducing, a Very Odd Trio!" (I apologize if I missed anyone.) Color Scheme for Dialogue: John,Devan, and Jayce "This fucking blows...Just when I was about to finish downloading Battlefield 1 they fucking call for us to come in...They're like fucking YouTube ads. Cant fucking skip'em." His hands were behind his head as he walked down the street with his two compadres. The taller of the three glanced over. "Ah but at least with YouTube you can downlo-" Jayce pointed accusingly. "Don't say it! I already tried and guess what? Ad blocker costs money and right now...I don't have fucking it." The shortest one in the middle piped up. "Unless it's comes from my wallet." A pop of the vein. "Hey dipshit, you're the one that suggested we get PlayStation 4 in the first place." "Actually that was me." With lazy eyes Devan glanced over. Once again, with my money...Which you still owe me for the damage done to the wall in the apartment." Jayce shot him a look. "How much?" $1,400... Jayce was bewildered as John snickered. "All I did was pt my fist into the wall-" "Which promptly afterward went through to the concrete structure inevitably putting a hole in the building the size of a basketball. So not only do they have to fix the wall in our apartment, but they have to have someone come check out the apartments structure since you can't control your strength and make sure the structure's integrity is still sound. Then they have to move us out while they fix it and also-" Cold eyes looked into Jayce's own, causing him to flinch slightly. "I cannot get back my deposit thanks to you..." Devan narrowed them as he contemplated cutting open Jayce's throat, even if he could heal it it would satisfy him. "Have you thought about anger management class?" John spoke up. Outside of the mayor's building, those inside could hear someone screaming- "I DONT HAVE FUCKING ANGER PROBLEMS YOU TWATS!!!" The both comically leaned away as Jayce belted out curse words towards them. As they neared the entrance of the building. Not surprisingly, this was the mayors building. Town meetings, permits for different things and other political business was conducted here as well as the gathering of this newly formed superhero group. "Ah you must be the-" Jayce was first through the door with his finger in the air towards the receptionist who simply gave him a dirty look. John followed suit and gave the lady behind the desk a light bow before taking the forms into his hand and moving off towards were the gathering was being held. Devan was the last through as his blades had to be waved for the hero group. Jayce had managed to talk his way out of it but Devan just went along with procedure, just so he didn't step on any toes or burn any bridges off the bat. He fell behind slightly but soon made it to the receptionist. "Hello." Devan gave a thin smile before reciprocating with the same polite greeting. "Hey, so question. Have you seen-" She sighed and pointed towards the door as yelling could be heard from the other side. Those lazy eyes returned as he rubbed the back of his neck and moved towards the commotion, quietly hopping it wasn't his friends. About 5 minutes earlier Jayce was the first to step through the door and took a good look at everyone in there before his tactless response came through. "Its a fucking sausage fest in here...Dammit" Scratching the back of his head he made his way to one of the corner seats in the room away from everyone and pulled out a cigarette and lighter- The lighter... Where's the- "UGhhhhhh..." Slamming his head back against the wall with a thunk, his arms dropping in defeat as he slid further in his chair. It didn't take much longer before John entered the scene and looked around for his brother. There was a slew off people in here, all here for the same reason...maybe. "Oh Jay-bird! I have a gift for you." He sing-song as he made his way over to Jayce whose glare could kill right now. Without warning he dropped the packet of forms on his lap and a pen with it. "What the hell is this Jeff..." He said shortly, irritation clearly in his tone of voice. "Its hero registration forms that need to be fil-" Jayce with drew the letter he got. Dear Hero, As you may know, a threat has come to our great city. You may have encountered its effects already. People becoming extremely powerful, beyond normal standards and some who were not even mutants beforehand, like yourself. They are being changed by someone manipulative, a person of a dark spirit who has it out for Metropolis. He calls himself "the Voodoo Man." Innocent people are being brainwashed by this man, and becoming these ferocious monsters who attack others for no apparent reason. They are villains. You and other mutants are our only hope to eliminate not only these villains, but eventually the Voodoo Man himself. Please, meet with the others at the town hall if you are willing to be a part of this Generation of heroes that will save Metropolis city. Please, save us. The Mayor of Metropolis Stephen Hans "Here's my form John...Don't need anything else." John looked slightly annoyed. "That's not how it works Jayce. That just let's us know we were picked. We still have paperwork and documentation to fill out to make it official." Jayce leaned up to look at the packet. 'God no. I'm not filling this all out...' He thought to himself as he picked it up to weigh it. He sighed and sat up and began working on the packet. It didn't take long before he gave up and dropped it on the ground next to him. "Nope, nah, I'm not filling the rest of this out." "Yes you do, we have to." He shook his head. "No, what's the point?" "To more than likely add us into their registry." "Fuck no, I'm not being bound by the government to do this. They choose me so its my choice to go along with it. I should have the right to leave if I wish." "Yes they choose you and me and that guy and the girl and that..." He seemed distracted by the sentient teddy bear, leaving room for Jayce to speak up. "Ok so we should have the right not to put this on the books." "What books?" This continued until Devan walked in to which Joh waved for him to come over. "Can I leave you two alone for five minutes without hearing you argue?" Jayce shot up in his seat and held up the paper work. "Fuck this..." Levi rolled his eyes and sat down away from them. "Just fill it out. For all you know there might be a sign on bonus." Jayce took a moment to think about it and grinned at the idea of a large multi grand sign on with the government as a hero before Devan shattered that dream. "And if there is you're giving me $1,400 of it to pay back the damages to the apartment..." Jayce quietly sat there mumbling afterwards.	Real Name: Johnathan Francis Ives Nickname(s): Johnny-B, Johnny Boy, John, Dickwad, Assweasel, Jeff (J.F), Serial Number 183348-529-S Hero Name: Dracula Gender: Male Age: 27 Appearance: Standing in at a slightly lanky 6'5", Johnathan doesn't seem to be much of an intimidation when weighing in around 150lbs but it isn't his body structure that is intimidating. It is his blackish eyes, greyish skin and eerie lifeless smile that rests on his face most of the time. His haircut slightly matches that of Devan's with the exception of the higher and tighter shave towards the top, allowing the middle part lay long and low, flowing slightly over one eye or the other, depending on his posture. Sexuality: Bisexual Weapon(s): 2x Boot Knives 2x knuckle dusters 1x Ring knife Main Power: Blood Manipulation (Hematokenesis): For John, Blood manipulation allows him to manipulate the blood that runs through his system in an external method such as the creation of blades, shields, spears and in an internal method by increasing the density of his blood to create a slightly stronger epidermis. However, he is only limited to how much blood is in his system. Sub Power: Blood Pressure Manipulation: As a by-product of being able to control his own blood, he has gained the ability to increase its pressure, allowing him access to enhanced speed and strength but not to the degree of others whose main ability is that of super strength or super speed. Personality: He has quite the calm demeanor despite his horrid past. Although, it tends to lean towards the creepier side of things with his slightly monotone yet upbeat voice. He never seems to have a purpose and tends to react on impulse, adding to his slight unpredictability. However, he is always up for a talk on intellect and abstract thinking as he enjoys things like that but in actuality he is slightly deranged so its more thoughts of a madman than anything else. He considers his friends Jayce and Devan as brothers and occasionally Devan as a lover, mostly to just get a negative reaction out of him. He prefers to follow the Fibonacci effect, spiraling out of normalcy in the hopes to find a higher enlightenment through reading and meditation. Training is important to him but he strays away sometimes, opting to watch the sky or something else. His combative side on the other hand is rather cold and ruthless, holding no remorse or regret behind every action as he sees every action as something inevitable, Something that was to come but only time was the key to when. Finally, should one ever truly rile him up on the battlefield, he does hold a sort of psychotic bloodlust that sends him into a frenzy, earning him the moniker amongst his friends, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. The adrenaline, the rapid heartbeat and the physical pain that accompanies battle makes him feel alive once more. History: All that is known about him is that Devan and himself were friends when they were younger living in Iowa. It wasn't until later in John's life when certain events began to happen did he break away from their ties and fell off the grid, only to return in handcuffs with cameras on him years later. In the span of 7 years he had killed 39 people, all associated with child molestation, kidnapping and murder. Devan and him have regained their bonds with each other and in the process a third companion who had recently joined them since the appearance of the Voodoo Man. Possibly one of the more dangerous individuals of the group, he had been on death row for some time before he was expunged of his crimes due to the Governments need for him. Although, he doesn't deny what he did, simply opting to refuse to answer. His backstory is of darkness, tragedy and anger, abuse and violence that he wishes to never relive but he does, with each kill, with each heartbeat. After the recent attacks from the Voodoo Man and an encounter with one of them with the shadow of death looming over him, he feels alive again so this is why he went along with the Government's project. If one is lucky to get to get close to him, one may actually learn of his backstory and what made him the way he was. Other: My mind tends to drift sometime into the vast space of my psyche... APPROVED VIA PMs Real Name: Devan Levi Marshall Nickname(s): Devvy-boo, Dev, Levi, Motherfucker, Asshole Hero Name: Buzz Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: Barely standing at 5'8" and 120lbs, this little guy adorns lazy sunken eyes and weary look, mostly thanks to morons one and two (John and Jayce). John's haircut is styled after Devan's but the difference being that Devan's hair (faded along the sides leaving longer hair up top) is much better kempt than his friend John's. His casual wear includes a greenish sports jacket, red shirt, tan cargo pants and green shoes. However, when on a job he wears his tactical gear. Sexuality: Straight Weapon(s): 2x Ninjato 2x Daggers Main Power: Super speed: His muscular system is a bit different than others, being very lean yet dense, allowing his body to move and react quicker than most and run incredible speeds. He has only once ever broken the sound barrier but has yet to do it again. However, due to this he now knows what he is capable of, but at a cost. To understand what this means, one must look once again at his genetic makeup. His heart beats at a normal rate, twice as fast as a normal human's would, but when exerting any form of physical stress it triples or quadruples in speed in order to keep up with the need for oxygen in the body and for his systems. However, despite having a body lean and made for this high speed maneuvering, his internal organs are only slightly enhanced to keep up with him so he ahs a higher chance of having a heart attack should he exceed too much force on his body, having come close to one when he did break the sound barrier. Sub Power: Adrenal Activation: In conjunction with his natural super speed, his body excretes extremely high doses of adrenaline from his adrenal glands, allowing him to see and react normally in the high speed maneuvering. It can be seen in his eyes as he cans a second, third and forth pupil, all registering what is happening like a high speed camera. Personality: Devan is (usually) the level headed one of the three and can be seen in his actions and mannerisms when talking to the other two. He is the leader of their group and it is apparent when he has to discipline the two. Devan isn't a very talkative individual, tending to give short answers or looks accompanied by shrugs, rolls of the eyes or simply walking away. However, he always on his toes, ready for what is to come History: Devan is aware of the Judicial system as he has been in and out of jail many times thanks to his violent past starting with a B&E in some yuppie's house. it had grown from there into pickpocketing, theft and arson though his arson consisted of mostly small fires in public parks. Funny enough his first arson charge wasn't even meant to be out of any negative emotion but rather to help out some homeless person stay warm. When his childhood friend John disappeared of the face of the world, he worried about his safety and had for some time. That was until he saw him on the news, handcuffed with the title, The Phantom Killer has been Caught. After finding out where he was staying, he made sure to visit him and when he did he slowly began to learn about his past and how messed up it had been, answering his questions about why he disappeared. The rekindling of their friendship would grow even more when they had released him after Voodoo Man's arrival. John had been given a chance to make amends by taking this villain out and if so would have his sentence expunged. As of now Devan is not only a brother to John, but a handler in a sense by the government. Other: Accepted Via PM Real Name: Jayce Pearsons Nickname(s): Noodles, King of the Tentacle Hentai, Jayce, Jay-Bird, Asshat Hero Name: Krakken Gender: Whatever he's in the fucking mood for (literally) Age: 25 Appearance: Jayce (usually) stands at around 6'3" and 250lbs making him the bulkier of the three. Thanks to his mutation, he technically doesn't wear clothing but rather creates it from his own body. Sexuality: Yes Weapon(s): None Main Power: Biokenesis: Jayce has mastery over his own biomass, capable of manipulating and creating it to whatever he needs whether it is for offensive, defensive, support or utility reasons. He is able to weaponize himself in order to defend his life. Capable of making melee weapons, shields, armor and other varied utilities, he can be a nuisance on the battlefield should one come across him. Long periods of time using his abilities will drain him. High doses of electricity can shut him down. Sub Power: Because of his mastery over his body, he has also gained as a byproduct increased physical attributes. Personality: Short-tempered, arrogant, loyal, trustworthy History: Jayce for the most part comes from a wealthy family that is somewhat dysfunctional as consistent fighting amongst the parents due to his very unique mutation that had in turn caused him to lash out in public, inevitably getting police involved in many incidents and the media plastering stories over the internet and news. This had gone on for some time until the appearance of the Voodoo Man and his minions were he had wished he had a closer relationship with his family. The Voodoo Man had taken his family and he has yet to hear from them. As being directly affected by the Voodoo Man, the government had asked for him to assist them, considering that his mutation is a bit of a dangerous one but knew of two others that he could get along well with. Soon after meeting up with Devan and John, the connection between the three grew. He hopes he can find out any information pertaining to his family and their disappearance. Other: Approval via PM
53,249	1,448	8	433	901	Maxwell Weiseman Phaser Interactions: Slowly, more and more strange people filed in. One with bolts in his head, another dressed as a snake, so many things that filled Max with anxiety. He could feel his chest tighten up, feeling claustrophobic. Oh, how he hated crowds!! And to make it worse, these people weren't just average everyday joes either like himself. He'd start hyperventilating soon... Already a nervous wreck, it was no surprise that when he felt something cold on his neck that he almost fell out of his chair screaming like a little girl. Luckily enough, the shriek was choked down so that instead the only noise that left him audibly was a little mouse-like squeak. Max turned in his chair to face the person behind him, shaking like a leaf. Social interaction?! Wahhhh, it was his worse nightmare!! What did this kid want from him, couldn't he talk to another non-socially-retarded person?! But, noticing his young appearance and school uniform, Max visibly loosened. A... another student like himself? And he appeared fairly normal as well... Max, as previously mentioned as a socially inept person, just stared blankly at Richard with utmost awkwardness until he realized his own mistake. Cheeks flaring a red that stood out plainly on his pale skin, Max sputtered and quickly diverted his eyes, trying to think of how a regular person interacts with another. "Um, I, oh um... Hi." He spoke quietly, only looking more uncomfortable at his stupid reaction. No wonder he had no friends... Max glanced through his glasses shyly at the others who seemed to be talking amongst themselves about the location of the mayor, as well as other things, but that was the only thing he was interested in. He'd like to know himself, so he wouldn't have to stay here much longer. He was going to direct his attention back to the other schoolboy until a very... aggressive man burst in. Max shuddered, watching his sharp and almost violent movements. He quickly stared at his folded hands instead, feeling uncomfortable once more. Violet Riise Flame Vixen Interactions: The wavy haired woman shot her eyes up to look at a cheerleader of sorts who was the first to speak with her. "Eh? What gear? My clothes?" She picked at the strap of her bikini top with a cocked brow, attempting to look down at herself curiously. "Uh, this ain't gear, hun. I just dress like this." Violet stated, pursing her painted lips at the girl as she leaned forward on the desk. But she was cut off as a guy muttered something about borrowing a pen from the desk. Violet blinked at Lei, completely lost as to why he would ask her of all people. "Dude, take the whole damn desk for all I care. I don't work here, man." She rested her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on knee. Uch, this was getting boring. Where's the damn mayor?! Getting antsy, Violet hopped down from the desk as a sentient teddy bear walked his way in quite casually. Eh, she's seen weirder. At his question, the same she had asked, she merely shrugged as an answer. But, then someone said something that caught her attention. "Fortune? What, you a gypsy or some crap? Alright, hit me, I'll take anything free." As if to affirm her decision, Violet swung a chair over and sat backwards on it, leaning her arms over the back and plopping her head onto her wrists. "You need my hand or something? Do I pick a card, any card?" She asked lazily. Her magenta eyes rolled critically over at the loud pair of males who were the newest to enter the room. At first she tried to ignore them, but, let's be honest— her fuse was way too short for that. "OY! WOULD YA TWO LOVEBIRDS SHUT YOUR DAMN TRAPS SO I CAN GET MY FORTUNE?! GO MAKE OUT WITH EACH OTHER, JUST THE HELL UP!" She called, her gum smacking each time her mouth closed to speak. This might not end well...	Real Name: Violet Riise Nickname(s): Vivi, Leader, Psycho, Flamehead Hero Name: Flame Vixen Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: female Age: 21 Appearance: Standing at 5'4", Violet is short to match her short temper. Even though she has a very pretty heart shaped face with large magenta cat-like eyes, a small nose, thin brows and light pink-beige small lips, it can easily become terrifying when those big eyes light up in full-fledged fire. Violet is pale and is a fairly average weight, but can become very aggressive if you mention her round rump or thick thighs. She has long, wavy white hair that is dyed, her natural hair color being brown. She often wears skimpy clothes with a white flame on them, considering it her symbol. Sexuality: straight Weapon(s): Two switchblades strapped to her thighs and a shotgun. Main Power: Pyrokinesis. Can manipulate fire and create it out of thin air using only her mind. When truly furious goes into "Rage Inferno" where her whole body is covered in flames. Sub Power: None. Personality: Violet is a very unstable person. Considered bipolar, she can be very friendly and personable at one moment and the next be ready to rip you to shreds. She leans towards physical violence in order to get her way, and if she doesn't she will flip the fuck out. Violet is a very self centered person, but if you manage to get on her good side, she will swear by her life to protect you. Like with her gang, she might be rough with you still but it is with love, and she will treat you like family. Get on her bad side though... well, let's just say you'll regret it. History: Violet was raised by her mother, her parents being divorced and her father running off with another woman. Believe it or not, Violet was actually a good student up until her Junior year, where the school had a turnover and new teachers came in. She didn't like any of them, and most were real bastards to her, so she slowly faded out of school until eventually she barely ever went. It was also around the time her mother found a new boyfriend. Instead of going to school, Violet found another place to put her time and energy. A few years ago, downtown Metropolis was overrun with gangs that were constantly at war with one another. Most couldn't even walk down the street without a weapon. Sick of this, Violet started her own gang to set things straight, naming it "Devilspawn." Originally it was just a group of stupid high schoolers that acted as vigilantes and beat back gangs that got a little too aggressive, but as a few years passed and the gang grew so did another gang. The competing gang started a fight with Devilspawn, and when they went straight for Violet, she lit them up not with a gun but with real fire. She discovered that she was a mutant, with the power to manipulate and create fire from her own mind. The others became afraid of Violet and her gang, leaving Metropolis all together. The gang now is used as a sort of, violent neighborhood watch. Things were running smoothly, until one night all the gangs that had turned tail and fled came back— but with the force of the Voodoo Man. They took out many of the Devils, and this infuriated Violet, because they were like family to her. She swore revenge on the Voodoo Man for causing her 'family' such pain, and now searches him out to give him what he deserves! Other: Is the leader and founder of the largest gang in Metropolis, "Devilspawn." Their symbol. Real Name: Maxwell Weiseman Nickname(s): Max Hero Name: Phaser Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: male Age: 17 Appearance: Max is a tall but thin boy, with little to no muscle mass at all and his height a little above 6'5". He has shaggy, somewhat outgrown black hair that falls over his matching black eyes that are always hidden behind thick lenses on a studious pair of black glass frames. He always has a somewhat sad look on his face, with a sharp chin and soft bone structure, thin lips and straight brows. Max is a little sensitive about his longer nose, as well as his pale complexion that always seems to lack proper blood flow. He always wears clothes that are a bit too big on him and seem baggy, most often seen in his school uniform. If you asked people what his best physical feature was, they most likely would say he has a "cute ass." Sexuality: demisexual Weapon(s): Metal-toed boots and metal knuckles Main Power: Teleportation. Can travel at maximum a few blocks away, and as far as consecutive teleportations, the further away he has to teleport one after another the harder it is. Just in fights, teleporting within a few feet he is able to do it much more easily. Overdoing it could make him pass out. Sub Power: By extending his palm out flat or using the top of his forearm to create a shield of plasma. It can only last for a few hits each, and can immediately shatter if it's hit with a full blast of another's power. He can only create one in the span of a couple of hours, and it is only about 1 and a half feet at maximum for length and width. Physical attacks don't do much damage to it. Personality: Max is a very quiet soul. He's fairly shy and soft spoken, often preferring to be alone than amongst others. He is often trampled on because of his passivity but Max never complains about it. He is respectful and kind, and will help others as long as he doesn't have to interact with them. History: Max has been second place his entire life. Always a straight B student, the second child, the silver trophy winner in everything he attempted— he never could win first place. His mother and father were devoted to his older brother and completely bypassed little Max, never recognizing his second rate achievements. He really lived a normal life however. A devoted student, though a bit shy and shut away from anything social, he really tried and never complained about anything. Max simply kept to himself, head down. And just like any teen, he had love interests. Max had a crush on this girl named Amber for two years of school, but never attempted to talk to her. Walking home from school one day, Amber was looking at her phone and walked out in front of a bus that was driving too fast down the road. Max, without thinking, ran out and grabbed her. But, suddenly, they were on the other side of the road. Passerby were shocked, whispering to each other about the weird teleporting mutant. Amber was scared of him, even though he had saved her, and ran away to avoid him completely at school. Max was heartbroken. But he didn't complain. He later found out that those who had whispered around them at the corner were not normal passerby. They were puppets of the Voodoo Man, seeking to torment the innocent mutant. Max wasn't angry, but he was upset. He wanted to defeat the Voodoo Man, not for himself, but so no one else can be hurt like he was. Other: Cannot see more than two feet in front of him without his glasses. Senior in high school. Has fairly bad social anxiety.
53,250	1,448	9	364	1,539	After Sara calculated the optimum volume for the room to talk above everyone else. Sye stood up and turned the volume up on her voice. My name is Sara Mastertorn. If the only reason you are here is because you are a bounty hunter & if the mayor isn't willing to fork out enough cash. Master Mastertorn is willing to meet any reasonable price. If by some chance you do not survive the money will go to your family or a charity in your name." Sara speak is this color Veronica speak is this color	Real Name: Thomas Mastertorn Nickname(s): Robot God “Hero” Name: Roboto Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: Female Age: 35 Appearance: Sara Mastertorn, how Thomas interacts with the rest of the world Veronica Mastertorn, Thomas’ attack robot Sexuality: Heterosexual Weapon(s): Custom laser rifle system, it can be two pistols, rifle, or sniper rifle Last resort weapon: self destruct Custom sword Main Power: Genius Intellect Sub Power: Mechanical genius Personality: Eccentric & reclusive History: Thomas was paralyzed as a young boy. As a preteen his intellect ballooned to immeasurable levels. He built his first autonomous robot at seventeen. When he was twenty he opened a company building and selling his autonomous robots. By the time he was twenty-two he was a billionaire. He built Sara Mastertorn to act as his body out in the world, no one else is allowed to buy a copy of the model. When asked why he didn’t build a male one. His only response was “Female duh!” The question was in his opinion was extremely stupid, the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. He built models to work as receptionists, retail, military, police, any and every industry he built a model for and all female. Veronica Mastertorn is exclusive to his personal use and a unique model no one else can buy. Other:
53,251	1,448	10	1,306	383	Lei Zhang Slitherman Lei tried his best to separate the cacophony of loud voices that were soon flooding the room. He thought he heard a mixture of valley girl slang, offers to have fortunes read, angry yelling, and...pop culture movie quotes? The hooded man arched an eyebrow as he glanced up from his packet of papers to get a better look at everyone there. It was certainly a unique variety of shapes and faces, including what appeared to be a talking sentient teddy bear. Sighing as he filled out what was left of the forms, he was forced to acknowledge that unless the bear was a dwarf in a mascot outfit, Lei was one of the only people there who had made an attempt at wearing a masked costume. While this wasn't the end of the world, it did make him feel tremendously silly. He supposed crime fighters these days didn't care too much about hiding their identities anymore. After the minimally dressed woman on the desk bluntly informed him that his assumptions on her employee status were way off, he gave a light shrug as he made his way over to the odd looking man with the bolts in his head. Though his mannerisms were a bit eccentric, he was also one of few people in the room who seemed to have finished filling out their packet as well. Glancing at the woman he had spoken to earlier, who was now apparently screaming for two people to affectionately lock lips, then to another person who could seemingly carry her voice clearly across the entire room despite the amount of people already talking, Lei then placed his hands in his pockets as he turned to the man he stood beside. "Are you not entertained?" He remarked, in an attempt to communicate on a similar level.	Neo Priya ☻Nickname(s): Neoteki ☻Villain Name: Fever ☻Hero or Villain?: Villain ☻Gender: Male ☻Age: 21 ☻Sexuality: A-Sexual ☻Appearance: ☻Weapon(s): A simple glock gun. ☻Main Power: Neo has the ability to control fire, or water. He can never control both simultaneously, and only has about a good 10 minutes max for each element before he needs to rest. That is, if he distributes the power equally. If he uses too much ice, then he can only use some fire before having to rest. Neo is not limited to using more power than what 10 minutes gives him, but it does come costly as his eyes play a major role. Depending on which eye he has open decides which element he is going to use, and when he has both eyes open his power can't be used. Not only that, but if he uses more power than what he can use in 10 minutes his eyesight gets worse. ☻Sub Power: Neo has a light voltage on his skin that activates itself when his body goes into overdrive, and starts flooding it with adrenaline. This is either due to fear, or when he is ready to fight so be careful if a prank is going to involve scaring Neo because he can't turn it off unless he calms down either. ☻Personality: Neo is an easily annoyed type of person who has zero tolerance for spicy things. However, he does like to stack up on snacks, and likes to cause mischief when he's bored. He's the kind of person who will skip in front of everyone if he doesn't feel like waiting, but will help an elderly lady cross the street. He knows how to work with others, but doesn't ever fully trust someone. To add the cherry on top Neo tends to be a sort of a flirt, but never seems to want an relationship as he feels that there's no need for it. He's the kind of person who will act before thinking, and wing it. If someone gives him direct orders that presses his buttons, but he does like it when someone follows his orders. During the daytime he wears glasses, but at night he takes them off. Last, but not least Neo likes to lie therefore he is a compulsive liar. ☻History: Neo's mother and father were a super hero pair like no other. One had the intellectual ability to fabricate weapons from their surroundings, and the other had the ability to remember anything. His mother remembered all types of fighting styles, and his father knew how to create guns from grass, and water. It was an interesting childhood to say the least, and a happy one. He was actually the younger one as he had an older brother. His brother was a unique person to say the least due to him having 2 super powers that Neo was not allowed to know. Their parents had trained him to become a great super hero, but he however had not been blessed with gifts. Unlike his brother who attended a special set of schools for the "extra" talented Neo went to a normal school with normal friends. He would go home, and do normal homework a 3rd grader would do. His life had changed when he not only discovered what his brothers talents were, but also who he was using them on. When he had discovered them it had been too late, and therefore he would be thrown into a predicament that he would have never guessed would have happened. It was a Friday evening, and he had been allowed to spend the night at his friends house for the weekend. As a little kid he was happy, but as he grew older he realized that it was a strange situation has his parents never would have allowed him to stay at someones house that long. Though he went to a normal school, and had normal friends it was not for long. They moved often, and his parents had told him the last time he wanted to have a sleep over that he wasn't allowed to since they had just moved to a new area. This time however was different. On arriving to his friends house his parents had bought them snacks, ice cream, and a few movies that they could watch. They had spent half of the night having a good time before the kids parents would send them to bed in a pillow-made fort. It was a perfect sleepover. That is, until an intruder had broken into the house. If not for the loud thud that had occurred on the first floor Neo would not have woken up. He was curious to see what was going on as there were a few more thud noises. It was as if the kids parents were play-fighting in the living room like his parents had always done. All fair in game as they would laugh, joke, and in the end do a kiss that he always said "ew" to. He soon realized that the thuds were not play fighting, and that his brothers powers was not only stealing their powers, but by doing to he took their lives as well. He saw it right before his own eyes. As Neo began to slowly go up the steps in horror his friend had woken up and asked what he was doing awake. His brother reacted to the voice, and caught them before they could even run a few feet. In the end the boy, and him were taken by an "organization" that his brother had a major role in. Turns out that the trips his brother would often take were missions from this organization, and he was to take as many powers as he could and distribute them to children of super heroes whom had none. They were the only children that could withstand the powers force. There, he went through torture, manipulation, conditioning, and battling other villains in training. There, he would damage his eyes, and as a gift for making it as far as he did with the little eyesight he had left he was granted his dual powers. By his brother of course since he not only could take powers, but also put them in some other host. Later, he would realize that his own brother had killed his parents. It wasn't even a secret among the others in the organization, but because the trainee's were in a different facility they didn't know much of what was going on even outside the gates. Neo planned carefully, and in the end killed his brother whom was nearing death. It turned out that taking powers meant that his own life was shortened each time he used his own powers. His life had changed not for the better, but in the end for the worst. ☻Reason for Becoming a Villain: He was trained to become one, and figured since there was already blood on his hands there was no going back. His family was dead, and he was given powers that he was not born with by his own brother. Nothing he could do could make him turn away from what he had been through, and what he can't escape from. ☻Other: He likes ramen, and music. ☻Theme Song:
53,252	1,448	11	315	290	Awwww! cooed out Kimberly as she spun on her heels to glance at the trio of lovers. She placed her palms together and leaned her head on her hands. "How precious!" But a strange question lingered in her brain. She placed her left hand on her hip and waggled out her index finger, "But like three glams sprung all like for each other? Like you three Mormons or something? So Zeekish..." Pondering the current status of the room and the current affairs going on, Kimberly took note of some gynoid already starting to offer out free cash. Once again Kimberly spun on her heels and with a bouncy step she moved towards the robot. "Teeheee!" giggled out Kimberly as she held her hand over her face to try to mask any other giggles. "Teeheehee... Oh. Like between us, lemme offer you some choice advice kay. You don't start off offering stacks. Can you relate? Cuz like, you don't know whether or not the investment is the bomb or lame. And worthwhile value doesn't come from the lame. Toodles~!" Kimberly Hawkins declared as she swaggered away from the machine. Now she returned to her current task at hand; gauging the other cheerleader. With her attention on Violet, Kimberly waggled her finger, "Oh my gosh, like I'm totally sure you so don't! Like you accessorize for reasons 'n junk. A large grin appeared on Kimberly's face as she continued, "Sooooo who's your lil boytoy. Is he in this room?"	Real Name: Kimberly Hawkins Nickname(s): Princess, Alpha Bitch, Kimmie, Kim Hero Name: Mongrel Gender: Female Age: 19 Appearance: Sexuality: Cute and/or Handsome Individuals Weapon(s): Carries Pepper-spray Main Power: Werewolf Form - Willingly or (usually the case) unwillingly Kimberly transforms into a bestial werewolf with vicious and brutish strength with which she can tear through metal, chew through bone, long leaps towards prey, alongside other such feats of might. Sub Power: Monstrous Mind - The mind of a Werewolf Mutant is an easy yet complicated subject, which is very devoted. As such it scrambles any attempts of telepathy to read or influence. Personality: Kimberly is quite simply put a narcissist. She is incredibly vain in regards to her appearance and status among others. Often she acts with perky and ditzy front in an attempt to gain sympathy, attention and good thoughts among peers. But this belies the impishness of her character, as she has few qualms about using people and then stabbing them in the back. While she is mostly in things for herself and could care less about others, she does seem to genuinely care about whoever is part of her cheerleading squad at the time. But that could likely be chalked up to that however they look will rub off on her. As the Mongrel her behavior is much more simplistic. While Kimberly could possibly keep the instincts in check, this hardly ever happens. Mongrel is driven by the primary goals of conquering threats and hunting prey to feast. These two desires are gone after through fairly simplistic means of asserting their strength to accomplish the single-minded goals the Mongrel has at heart. If clearly outmatched, Mongrel will take the flight option of 'Fight v Flight' History: Kimberly Hawkins was born in the lap of luxury near the beaches of Cali. Her father was a ruthless venture capitalist, and her mother was a no nonsense corporate lawyer. Truly Kimberly was born in a family that were excellent at demonstrating empathy. For the most part Kimberly was a latch-key kid who was free to do all sorts of things. With this time, Kimberly Hawkins plotted and schemed the way for her to become the absolute top of the social hierarchy as the family funds were not enough. That's when she knew she needed to become a cheerleader, the Captain above all the others. She spent countless hours training, learning routines and dedicating her body to be prepared for the craft. She breezed through tryouts with her skills alongside sabotaging any who could provide a decent competition for her destined spot as the Captain. Kimberly then proceeded to dominate her social circles and rule with an iron fist. But such acts of politicking were not enough to lead us to where she is today. For that we must learn about how she came into contact with the Voodoo Man's insidious ways, and how the Mongrel came to be. That time came again where Kimberly needed to show why she needed to be the Captain of the squad. However through horrible and most sinister machinations, Kimberly was outperformed by a new girl who just moved into town, clearly by orders of the Voodoo Man in order to ruin the sanctity of this organization and destroy their chances to win at the out of state competition. The coach insisted that Kimberly could still be Vice Captain. She snapped and transformed into the Werewolf known as Mongrel and caused a ruckus. She couldn't show her face there again or be a part of the squad, let alone lead it. Leaving in shame, Kimberly Hawkins swore vengeance against the Voodoo Man and all of his minions. Luckily her quest would not just remain the angry complaints of a teenager for she was found by the group of Generation X who were after the same goal. But of course their goal was not as important because they weren't Kimberly; still she'll take what she can get. Other: Generation X! Generation X! Let's go fight! Show our might!
53,253	1,448	12	2,654	2,774	Ted If Teddy Bears had veins like a normal human then Ted's would have been bulging with a great deal of annoyance. Elijah's reference to them movie Ted was one of things that he hated since so many people made references to that ridiculous movie made by Seth Macfarlane. One of the last things he wanted was to be on a team with people who constantly referenced that movie. "Oh nice one. That's really funny" Ted replied with his voice filled sarcasm and rolled his eyes, or at least close to that as he could being a teddy bear and all. More people started to fill into the room and as expected he seemed to draw their stares. "What? Haven't any of you ever a teddy bear before?" he said out loud after a few more stares. Ted was grateful that no one tried to cuddle him, that would be the most annoying thing a person could do to him nonviolently. Not too long after a trio came in the room making a ruckus and he was about to have some angry words with these punks when he beaten to it by the scarcely dressed girl. Not long after another of the group gave a proposition to pay for their time and work if the mayor didn't flip the bill enough. "I can already that this is going to be an idiotic endeavor" he said shaking his head.	Real Name: Ted Nickname(s): Fuzzy Terror Hero Name: Bear Commando Gender: male Age: 18 Appearance: Sexuality: straight Weapon(s): he wields a combat knife and AK-47 Main Power: Transmutation: Ted can alter his body's physical structure to mimic many substances and elements. He can make his skin hard like rock as well as make the fur on his body surge with electricity. Ted can only have his body mimic one element or substance at a time and shifting from one to the next too quickly can tire him out. When he mimics heavy substances then he is unable to stop himself from sinking in liquid environments and when his body is made up of light elements then he is more vulnerable to severe damage thanks to lack of density. While mimicking lighter substances Ted is able to jump great distances and sometimes even float through the air with the help of air currents. Sub Power: Teddy Bear mimicry: His body is in the form of a teddy bear. This power is always active and the effect is permanent. Personality: Ted is very straight forward and always prefers a directly solution to a problem instead of complex and manipulative means. He is quick to anger and has a very crude sense of humor. His views on good and evil are based upon the actions of those he sees and whether he feels that what they did is wrong. He is not someone who uses a doctrine or ideology to shape his morality. Even though people describe him as a pessimist and a skeptic, Ted prefers to consider himself a realist. Politically he considers himself a social libertarian and a constitutionalist. He believes that freedom and the constitution should always come first over security unless a threat poses a great danger to his culture such as fascists ideologies. He is a huge supporter of the first and second amendment. He can't stand thought policing and believes that a person has a right to express whatever they want without fear. His humor is politically incorrect and believes that facts don't about a person's feelings. He also despises socialism and communism. For him democratic capitalism is the end all be all of economics. Despite his crude humor and hardcore attitude, Ted is smart enough to make good financial choices and live a decent middle class life. Finally he is very loyal to his allies and friends, but he will always remember a person who tricked him into agreeing something he doesn't like. He is not very forgiving of those who have double crossed him History: Ted was born as a normal human and lived a normal life. He did good in school and had friends and a loving family. But all that changed when his mutant powers activated while he was in high school. His body changed from that of a human to a teddy bear. This new change was the greatest shock of his life and his parents decided to take him out of school and home school him from then on. He explored his powers and realized that he had access to incredible powers. With these new powers Ted decided that he would become a hero and fight for his kind of justice. He took on the name Bear Commando and started off his hero career. Everything was good until Ted had a run in with the Voodoo Man and his super-powered goons. With his terrible powers he was able to harm people that Ted cared about. From then on Ted swore to take down Voodoo Man and his group of villains. He was approached by a group called Generation X and offered a spot on the team. Even though he didn't really like the thought of being on a team, Ted knew that he would need help to take down the Voodoo Man. Other:
53,254	1,448	13	433	901	Richard Scott Richard waved his hand at Maxwell's greeting, good thing he hadn't ignored him like some shy people did. Noticing how Maxwell reacted to the man who only seemed to only speak in quotes and had a face only pinhead would love, he thought to himself that this was starting to look like a villain reunion than a hero recruitment reunion. Hell someone was already offering money in return for their services, giving people free tarot reading and someone was pressuring people to make out. Returning back to Maxwell he reminded Richard of his early years, he probably would try to have a short conversation with him and return to his place and not speaking to anyone for the duration of the meeting. As a future hero of justice he couldn't let a person like that alone, so he decided help him to cure his shyness with the ways he cured his. “You know I used to be a shy person like you a long time ago” Richard said as he puts his papers aside and began searching for something on his backpack “ I was bullied since I had no friends at school and no one wanted to help me with it, so I had to get it over on my own” Richard continued to speak as he pulled out his belt from his bag and quickly put it on. “When you have a problem the only way you will be able to put it down permanently is by confronting it directly and beating it down till it's no longer a problem” Richard pressed the button on the belt and was covered in an aura of green light for a few seconds before the light deemed out and revealed the kickhopper armor. Richard wasted no time and grabbed Maxwell by his shoulders, and lifted him with some effort “I am not sorry about what am I going to do, so brace up and prepare to beat up your fears and problems until they are no longer moving” Saying that Richard prepared to throw him where the movie-quoting man, snake man and angry care bear man were, but realized it may be a bit too far and Maxwell might not make it there before meeting with the floor. So he set his sights in the three men who entered moments ago and who were pressured to make out, did a simple eyeball to know how where to aim and with how much force, shouted “HEY YOU THREE INSTEAD OF MAKING OUT, CATCH THIS” to them and threw Maxwell into their general direction.	Real Name: Violet Riise Nickname(s): Vivi, Leader, Psycho, Flamehead Hero Name: Flame Vixen Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: female Age: 21 Appearance: Standing at 5'4", Violet is short to match her short temper. Even though she has a very pretty heart shaped face with large magenta cat-like eyes, a small nose, thin brows and light pink-beige small lips, it can easily become terrifying when those big eyes light up in full-fledged fire. Violet is pale and is a fairly average weight, but can become very aggressive if you mention her round rump or thick thighs. She has long, wavy white hair that is dyed, her natural hair color being brown. She often wears skimpy clothes with a white flame on them, considering it her symbol. Sexuality: straight Weapon(s): Two switchblades strapped to her thighs and a shotgun. Main Power: Pyrokinesis. Can manipulate fire and create it out of thin air using only her mind. When truly furious goes into "Rage Inferno" where her whole body is covered in flames. Sub Power: None. Personality: Violet is a very unstable person. Considered bipolar, she can be very friendly and personable at one moment and the next be ready to rip you to shreds. She leans towards physical violence in order to get her way, and if she doesn't she will flip the fuck out. Violet is a very self centered person, but if you manage to get on her good side, she will swear by her life to protect you. Like with her gang, she might be rough with you still but it is with love, and she will treat you like family. Get on her bad side though... well, let's just say you'll regret it. History: Violet was raised by her mother, her parents being divorced and her father running off with another woman. Believe it or not, Violet was actually a good student up until her Junior year, where the school had a turnover and new teachers came in. She didn't like any of them, and most were real bastards to her, so she slowly faded out of school until eventually she barely ever went. It was also around the time her mother found a new boyfriend. Instead of going to school, Violet found another place to put her time and energy. A few years ago, downtown Metropolis was overrun with gangs that were constantly at war with one another. Most couldn't even walk down the street without a weapon. Sick of this, Violet started her own gang to set things straight, naming it "Devilspawn." Originally it was just a group of stupid high schoolers that acted as vigilantes and beat back gangs that got a little too aggressive, but as a few years passed and the gang grew so did another gang. The competing gang started a fight with Devilspawn, and when they went straight for Violet, she lit them up not with a gun but with real fire. She discovered that she was a mutant, with the power to manipulate and create fire from her own mind. The others became afraid of Violet and her gang, leaving Metropolis all together. The gang now is used as a sort of, violent neighborhood watch. Things were running smoothly, until one night all the gangs that had turned tail and fled came back— but with the force of the Voodoo Man. They took out many of the Devils, and this infuriated Violet, because they were like family to her. She swore revenge on the Voodoo Man for causing her 'family' such pain, and now searches him out to give him what he deserves! Other: Is the leader and founder of the largest gang in Metropolis, "Devilspawn." Their symbol. Real Name: Maxwell Weiseman Nickname(s): Max Hero Name: Phaser Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: male Age: 17 Appearance: Max is a tall but thin boy, with little to no muscle mass at all and his height a little above 6'5". He has shaggy, somewhat outgrown black hair that falls over his matching black eyes that are always hidden behind thick lenses on a studious pair of black glass frames. He always has a somewhat sad look on his face, with a sharp chin and soft bone structure, thin lips and straight brows. Max is a little sensitive about his longer nose, as well as his pale complexion that always seems to lack proper blood flow. He always wears clothes that are a bit too big on him and seem baggy, most often seen in his school uniform. If you asked people what his best physical feature was, they most likely would say he has a "cute ass." Sexuality: demisexual Weapon(s): Metal-toed boots and metal knuckles Main Power: Teleportation. Can travel at maximum a few blocks away, and as far as consecutive teleportations, the further away he has to teleport one after another the harder it is. Just in fights, teleporting within a few feet he is able to do it much more easily. Overdoing it could make him pass out. Sub Power: By extending his palm out flat or using the top of his forearm to create a shield of plasma. It can only last for a few hits each, and can immediately shatter if it's hit with a full blast of another's power. He can only create one in the span of a couple of hours, and it is only about 1 and a half feet at maximum for length and width. Physical attacks don't do much damage to it. Personality: Max is a very quiet soul. He's fairly shy and soft spoken, often preferring to be alone than amongst others. He is often trampled on because of his passivity but Max never complains about it. He is respectful and kind, and will help others as long as he doesn't have to interact with them. History: Max has been second place his entire life. Always a straight B student, the second child, the silver trophy winner in everything he attempted— he never could win first place. His mother and father were devoted to his older brother and completely bypassed little Max, never recognizing his second rate achievements. He really lived a normal life however. A devoted student, though a bit shy and shut away from anything social, he really tried and never complained about anything. Max simply kept to himself, head down. And just like any teen, he had love interests. Max had a crush on this girl named Amber for two years of school, but never attempted to talk to her. Walking home from school one day, Amber was looking at her phone and walked out in front of a bus that was driving too fast down the road. Max, without thinking, ran out and grabbed her. But, suddenly, they were on the other side of the road. Passerby were shocked, whispering to each other about the weird teleporting mutant. Amber was scared of him, even though he had saved her, and ran away to avoid him completely at school. Max was heartbroken. But he didn't complain. He later found out that those who had whispered around them at the corner were not normal passerby. They were puppets of the Voodoo Man, seeking to torment the innocent mutant. Max wasn't angry, but he was upset. He wanted to defeat the Voodoo Man, not for himself, but so no one else can be hurt like he was. Other: Cannot see more than two feet in front of him without his glasses. Senior in high school. Has fairly bad social anxiety.
53,255	1,448	14	2,323	262	It had to be a mistake. Really, what were they thinking? Why was she one of the recipients of this letter? "Maybe they think I'm like the rest of them sunshines and rainbows!" Molly muttered to herself, mockingly heightening the tone of her voice as she spoke. Standing at the front of the Town Hall, she made a face of pure disgust. She wasn't like the rest of them, and she really didn't have much of an inner obligation to actually show up to this joint, at least until she was informed of this meeting's ties to whatever Mr. Voodoo was up to. That piqued her interest. Stepping into the room, she put in her headphones immediately, tuning out the irritating desk person that was already shouting at her. Molly just shook her head and pointed to her headphones, mouthing "Slim Shady" to illustrate how important it was that she didn't have to deal with getting bitched at by some dumb old lady. Her attention span was devoted to Eminem. She managed to catch the receptionist point her towards an office, along with muttering something under her breath that was probably offensive. Molly grooved into the office, completely unconcerned with the fact that she was wearing just a crop top, tight shorts, and boots. She'd convinced herself she was doing the world a favor by dressing like she did. It was the usual. She waltzed past the threshold and into the room filled with all the goody-goody jerky-jerks. Naturally, most of them were either shouting at each other or fooling around. Why am I here again? she thought to herself. They had to be quiet, she was hearing their Tomfoolery over her music. Removing her headphones briefly so she could address them, she yelled, "Everybody quiet!" snarling as the words escaped her mouth. If coming here wasn't worth it she'd make every damn one of them pay... with the sweet power of music, baby.	Real Name: Richard Scott Nickname(s): Dick, Scotty, Karate bugman Hero Name: Kickhopper Gender: Male Age: 17 Sexuality: Heterosexual Weapon(s): Steel bat Main Power: While not exactly having powers, Richard instead has a very powerful tool on his position that he “Borrowed” from Doctor Tanas. Insect armor: when pressing the big red button on his belt, a grasshopper themed armor surrounds him. While the armor may not be able to stop most military grade weapons from piercing Richard to shreds it can stop most civilian weapons and melee with only a few dents as the result. The armor also enhances his strength and jumping range, making him able to challenge Olympic athletes strength wise; his jumping height easily reaches 2.5m. Sub Power: CLOCK UP: The all or nothing final attack that kickhopper possesses (even though Richard doesn't know about it yet) by pulling the lever that is between the legs of the grasshopper buckle, the belt will begin emitting electricity that travels all around the armor, eventually concentrating on the right foot, making it capable of seriously burning the things it kicks. It also raises the speed of the wearer to muzzle velocity, which combined with the electrified kick can lead to a deadly surprise attack. Now it's not devoid of downsides: firstly entering clock up is a taxing process for both the user and the belt, most times breaking the transformation after being used and leaving the user exhausted. Lastly to prevent extensive damage to the belt, clock up has an imposed limit of 10 seconds before the effects of clock up turn off. Personality: One may consider Richard to be a naive person, since he assumes most people have good intentions at heart. Richard tends to see things in black and white, with the middle ground not existing and him being on the good side. This combined with his tendency to shoot first and ask questions later, makes it very difficult to change his opinions. On the good things about him, he has a strong sense of “justice” and is adamant about helping people he considers innocent. History: Richard didn't had many friends growing up and was constantly bullied at school for it, at first taunting him about his loneliness then escalating into beatings. Telling the teachers only delayed the inevitable for a few days and his parents were always too busy to hear his problems at school, his solution to his problem would come when he was watching “Power riders” his favorite show on TV. If he couldn't make them stop with words or by calling the authority he would have to teach them the meaning of JUSTICE and PEACE by force. It took a few tries and injuries but Richard was able to teach those bullies the meaning of justice after beating them. Surprisingly it worked quite well, who knew that a bat would be a perfect teaching tool? The bullies would stop pestering him after that, though he would gain a quite infamous reputation. Richard only started to care about it when other students came to him to prove the veracity of his reputation. Some wanted to fight him, others wanted help with their problems and despite him initially wanting nothing to do with their needs and wants, he eventually came to like it, as if he was like the heroes he watched. One day an old man in a lab coat approached him after school, identifying himself as Dr. Tanas he offered a part time job to Richard as a security guard of his laboratory, as some teenaagers were causing trouble in there. Not having anything interesting to do in the evenings and wanting to earn some money on his own he accepted. The laboratory was in the slums of the city, many floors underground of a local pharmacy. He was granted a very strange skin-tight uniform, making Richard think that either the doctor had a strange fetish of he had a horrible sense of fashion. Nothing really happened on his shifts, he spent his time at the job looking at his phone while Dr. Tanas was working on his private room. Other guys were there but everytime he tried to talk them they only responded with “EEEEEE” which apart from the maniac laugh that was heard once in awhile from the Doctor where the only sounds in the laboratory. Feeling that he was wasting his time, Richard decided to quit his job. Coming back to the lab at the hour his shift ended to tell Elvid that he was quitting, Richard found the lab in tatters,broken furniture and traces of small fires were present in the laboratory. No traces of the other guys or Dr. Tanas appeared as he aproached the private room of Tanas, where he found three suited guys looking for something on the room. They probably were the teenagers that Dr. Tanas had talked him about, the question was how did they were able to cause this much damage? Giving them a closer look, he noticed their similarity to the protagonists of the power rider series, were they real power riders or just thieves with a cosplay motif? Before he could make any action the men noticed him and began to approach slowly, which Richard took advantage and decided to run as they shouted to him that they were heroes and he didn't need to be scared, which sounded exactly like the thing a bad guy would say. Richard ran through the lab looking for something to beat the crap out of them. Opening the drawers of the small kitchen the lab had, Richard looked for something pointy to defend itself with, instead he found himself with a strange belt with an insect shaped buckle, covered in food stains likely that the Doctor had been working on it while eating. While looking at it, the three men managed to catch up with him, this time keeping their distance. Taking off their wrist braces their suits disappeared in a flash of smoke revealing three men with similar age to him. Still keeping their distance the men explained Richard that they were warriors of justice, tasked by a giant hologram head to defeat Dr. Satan before he used his evil technology to… And that's all that Richard heard before he figured out how to activate the buckle, transform and beat them up before they transformed. Richard didn't know how they expected him to believe some ridiculous story, a doctor named Satan? A giant hologram giving teenagers superpowered armor? but the most damning fact was the lack of a red member of the team of transforming heroes. The lack of any body or evidence could mean that Dr. Tanas escaped though he could only hope for it, feeling pity for him as he was falsely accused of trying to conquer the world just because he had a strange name. Checking in the pockets of the men for something to see if they hadn't taken anything valuable, Richard found instead a letter inviting them to the city hall, to form a group to protect the city from some “Voodoo man”. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place as he finished reading the letter, clearly the voodoo man had brainwashed them to attack the innocent Dr. Tanas. Richard decided to take their place since they were already brainwashed, took their letters and left with the insect belt. Other:
53,256	1,448	15	1,306	383	Neo Priya "Fever" "And they think villains are the crazy ones..." Neo murmured under his breathe as he suddenly saw one guy fly through the air, and another yell for the others to shut up as she had walked in. It was a sight to see, and he wondered why he had re-thought attending this good guys meeting. It was a laugh to say the least, but he walked in nonetheless. As he realized who had thrown the poor man across the room Neo gave a thumbs up to the guy as he yelled out to him, "GOOD THROW!" Glancing toward Ms. Everybody Quiet Neo winked, but started walking towards the armored guy. An asset is what he was, and not talking to him was like purposely losing a game of gold fish. He seemed intimidating, but who wouldn't after throwing a guy. "Hey," Neo cleared his throat a bit. "Can you possibly throw me too? 'Cause that was pretty badass dude."	Neo Priya ☻Nickname(s): Neoteki ☻Villain Name: Fever ☻Hero or Villain?: Villain ☻Gender: Male ☻Age: 21 ☻Sexuality: A-Sexual ☻Appearance: ☻Weapon(s): A simple glock gun. ☻Main Power: Neo has the ability to control fire, or water. He can never control both simultaneously, and only has about a good 10 minutes max for each element before he needs to rest. That is, if he distributes the power equally. If he uses too much ice, then he can only use some fire before having to rest. Neo is not limited to using more power than what 10 minutes gives him, but it does come costly as his eyes play a major role. Depending on which eye he has open decides which element he is going to use, and when he has both eyes open his power can't be used. Not only that, but if he uses more power than what he can use in 10 minutes his eyesight gets worse. ☻Sub Power: Neo has a light voltage on his skin that activates itself when his body goes into overdrive, and starts flooding it with adrenaline. This is either due to fear, or when he is ready to fight so be careful if a prank is going to involve scaring Neo because he can't turn it off unless he calms down either. ☻Personality: Neo is an easily annoyed type of person who has zero tolerance for spicy things. However, he does like to stack up on snacks, and likes to cause mischief when he's bored. He's the kind of person who will skip in front of everyone if he doesn't feel like waiting, but will help an elderly lady cross the street. He knows how to work with others, but doesn't ever fully trust someone. To add the cherry on top Neo tends to be a sort of a flirt, but never seems to want an relationship as he feels that there's no need for it. He's the kind of person who will act before thinking, and wing it. If someone gives him direct orders that presses his buttons, but he does like it when someone follows his orders. During the daytime he wears glasses, but at night he takes them off. Last, but not least Neo likes to lie therefore he is a compulsive liar. ☻History: Neo's mother and father were a super hero pair like no other. One had the intellectual ability to fabricate weapons from their surroundings, and the other had the ability to remember anything. His mother remembered all types of fighting styles, and his father knew how to create guns from grass, and water. It was an interesting childhood to say the least, and a happy one. He was actually the younger one as he had an older brother. His brother was a unique person to say the least due to him having 2 super powers that Neo was not allowed to know. Their parents had trained him to become a great super hero, but he however had not been blessed with gifts. Unlike his brother who attended a special set of schools for the "extra" talented Neo went to a normal school with normal friends. He would go home, and do normal homework a 3rd grader would do. His life had changed when he not only discovered what his brothers talents were, but also who he was using them on. When he had discovered them it had been too late, and therefore he would be thrown into a predicament that he would have never guessed would have happened. It was a Friday evening, and he had been allowed to spend the night at his friends house for the weekend. As a little kid he was happy, but as he grew older he realized that it was a strange situation has his parents never would have allowed him to stay at someones house that long. Though he went to a normal school, and had normal friends it was not for long. They moved often, and his parents had told him the last time he wanted to have a sleep over that he wasn't allowed to since they had just moved to a new area. This time however was different. On arriving to his friends house his parents had bought them snacks, ice cream, and a few movies that they could watch. They had spent half of the night having a good time before the kids parents would send them to bed in a pillow-made fort. It was a perfect sleepover. That is, until an intruder had broken into the house. If not for the loud thud that had occurred on the first floor Neo would not have woken up. He was curious to see what was going on as there were a few more thud noises. It was as if the kids parents were play-fighting in the living room like his parents had always done. All fair in game as they would laugh, joke, and in the end do a kiss that he always said "ew" to. He soon realized that the thuds were not play fighting, and that his brothers powers was not only stealing their powers, but by doing to he took their lives as well. He saw it right before his own eyes. As Neo began to slowly go up the steps in horror his friend had woken up and asked what he was doing awake. His brother reacted to the voice, and caught them before they could even run a few feet. In the end the boy, and him were taken by an "organization" that his brother had a major role in. Turns out that the trips his brother would often take were missions from this organization, and he was to take as many powers as he could and distribute them to children of super heroes whom had none. They were the only children that could withstand the powers force. There, he went through torture, manipulation, conditioning, and battling other villains in training. There, he would damage his eyes, and as a gift for making it as far as he did with the little eyesight he had left he was granted his dual powers. By his brother of course since he not only could take powers, but also put them in some other host. Later, he would realize that his own brother had killed his parents. It wasn't even a secret among the others in the organization, but because the trainee's were in a different facility they didn't know much of what was going on even outside the gates. Neo planned carefully, and in the end killed his brother whom was nearing death. It turned out that taking powers meant that his own life was shortened each time he used his own powers. His life had changed not for the better, but in the end for the worst. ☻Reason for Becoming a Villain: He was trained to become one, and figured since there was already blood on his hands there was no going back. His family was dead, and he was given powers that he was not born with by his own brother. Nothing he could do could make him turn away from what he had been through, and what he can't escape from. ☻Other: He likes ramen, and music. ☻Theme Song:
53,257	1,448	16	800	3,846	"Introducing, a Very Odd Trio!" (I apologize if I missed anyone.) Color Scheme for Dialogue: John,Devan, and Jayce Devan had glanced over at the one who yelled about lovebirds before looking over at Jayce and John. Shaking his head he looked back down at his papers with a smirk until John spoke up. "Oh he's not my type, I'm more interested in this lovely figure over here." Gesturing towards Devan who looked up at John with a glare. "Wha the fu-John shut up you-ah forget it...I'm not fueling the fire." Devan simply rolled his eyes and shook his head again, lazy eyes focusing on his paperwork. "FUCK YOU SLUUUUT! Your mom sucks the devil's dong!" There he goes again Devan thought. Jayce shot out of his seat and flipped off the skimpy clad woman, ready to challenge her to a fight. "That was a very vivid image I just got...Quite interesting really. I wonder if the devil uses lubri-." Behind the anger in Jayce's eyes, a look of disgust came through to complement it as he glanced at John...'You're so weird' he thought to himself until once again someone spoke up about the non-existent love triangle between the three to which Jayce simply flipped them off. Slowly a tick mark grew on Devan's head and he sighed, turning his attention to the teddy bear next to him. "Imagine having to deal with them 24/7 365 days a week..." Glancing over at the teddy bear before looking back at his paperwork. The commotion and arguing became louder and louder as people shouted to kiss, others cheering the idea on, someone offering payment (to which Jayce noted) and soon enough Jayce snapped, finally giving in to the bullshit. "Fuck all of you pieces of shit! You got a problem with me then we'll take it outside and i show you who the actual fuck your dealing with!" And with that he turned back to his chair until- thwack thunk "Sonova...GrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He was hit with a surprise attack from behind, a timid boy had been thrown at him by what Devan and John saw. It seemed to have gotten quiet after that until the boiling anger from Jayce shot up and out like a geyser. He spun around as his hands began to tear aprt into tendrils, reforming into two spears that sunk into the ground on either side of the boy. and in front of said boy, spiked tendrils shot from underneath the ground and around the room, impaling the walls in the room, all of which missing its occupants by inches. Devan barely had time to react as one nearly claimed his life via his throat and John, as flexible as he was, contorted himself in a position that allowed him to practically use the tendrils as a hammock. "Thanks Jay-bird" John sing-song. "Whoa! ....For fuck sakes Jayce! This is what we're talking about with your anger!!" Finally gaining composure after the near fatal strike, he railed Jayce with the evident fact of the need for anger management classes. Jayce stared down at the ground, his eyes dashing back and forth in a dilated position. Soon he focused in on the boy who laid on the ground. "M-My bad.." He hesitantly apologized to Maxwell before retracting the tendrils and reforming his hands, causing John to drop to the floor with an audible "ACK!. Jayce was still boiling as evidence could be seen in his clenched fist. John called out to him and tossed him a lighter to which Jay-bird nodded in appreciation. Quickly he lit the cigarette and exhaled a large cloud of it before returning to his now broken seat. "Annnnnd another thing we're gonna have to pay back...great." And with that comment, Jayce simply looked over at Devan. ".....................................I hate you..."	Real Name: Johnathan Francis Ives Nickname(s): Johnny-B, Johnny Boy, John, Dickwad, Assweasel, Jeff (J.F), Serial Number 183348-529-S Hero Name: Dracula Gender: Male Age: 27 Appearance: Standing in at a slightly lanky 6'5", Johnathan doesn't seem to be much of an intimidation when weighing in around 150lbs but it isn't his body structure that is intimidating. It is his blackish eyes, greyish skin and eerie lifeless smile that rests on his face most of the time. His haircut slightly matches that of Devan's with the exception of the higher and tighter shave towards the top, allowing the middle part lay long and low, flowing slightly over one eye or the other, depending on his posture. Sexuality: Bisexual Weapon(s): 2x Boot Knives 2x knuckle dusters 1x Ring knife Main Power: Blood Manipulation (Hematokenesis): For John, Blood manipulation allows him to manipulate the blood that runs through his system in an external method such as the creation of blades, shields, spears and in an internal method by increasing the density of his blood to create a slightly stronger epidermis. However, he is only limited to how much blood is in his system. Sub Power: Blood Pressure Manipulation: As a by-product of being able to control his own blood, he has gained the ability to increase its pressure, allowing him access to enhanced speed and strength but not to the degree of others whose main ability is that of super strength or super speed. Personality: He has quite the calm demeanor despite his horrid past. Although, it tends to lean towards the creepier side of things with his slightly monotone yet upbeat voice. He never seems to have a purpose and tends to react on impulse, adding to his slight unpredictability. However, he is always up for a talk on intellect and abstract thinking as he enjoys things like that but in actuality he is slightly deranged so its more thoughts of a madman than anything else. He considers his friends Jayce and Devan as brothers and occasionally Devan as a lover, mostly to just get a negative reaction out of him. He prefers to follow the Fibonacci effect, spiraling out of normalcy in the hopes to find a higher enlightenment through reading and meditation. Training is important to him but he strays away sometimes, opting to watch the sky or something else. His combative side on the other hand is rather cold and ruthless, holding no remorse or regret behind every action as he sees every action as something inevitable, Something that was to come but only time was the key to when. Finally, should one ever truly rile him up on the battlefield, he does hold a sort of psychotic bloodlust that sends him into a frenzy, earning him the moniker amongst his friends, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. The adrenaline, the rapid heartbeat and the physical pain that accompanies battle makes him feel alive once more. History: All that is known about him is that Devan and himself were friends when they were younger living in Iowa. It wasn't until later in John's life when certain events began to happen did he break away from their ties and fell off the grid, only to return in handcuffs with cameras on him years later. In the span of 7 years he had killed 39 people, all associated with child molestation, kidnapping and murder. Devan and him have regained their bonds with each other and in the process a third companion who had recently joined them since the appearance of the Voodoo Man. Possibly one of the more dangerous individuals of the group, he had been on death row for some time before he was expunged of his crimes due to the Governments need for him. Although, he doesn't deny what he did, simply opting to refuse to answer. His backstory is of darkness, tragedy and anger, abuse and violence that he wishes to never relive but he does, with each kill, with each heartbeat. After the recent attacks from the Voodoo Man and an encounter with one of them with the shadow of death looming over him, he feels alive again so this is why he went along with the Government's project. If one is lucky to get to get close to him, one may actually learn of his backstory and what made him the way he was. Other: My mind tends to drift sometime into the vast space of my psyche... APPROVED VIA PMs Real Name: Devan Levi Marshall Nickname(s): Devvy-boo, Dev, Levi, Motherfucker, Asshole Hero Name: Buzz Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: Barely standing at 5'8" and 120lbs, this little guy adorns lazy sunken eyes and weary look, mostly thanks to morons one and two (John and Jayce). John's haircut is styled after Devan's but the difference being that Devan's hair (faded along the sides leaving longer hair up top) is much better kempt than his friend John's. His casual wear includes a greenish sports jacket, red shirt, tan cargo pants and green shoes. However, when on a job he wears his tactical gear. Sexuality: Straight Weapon(s): 2x Ninjato 2x Daggers Main Power: Super speed: His muscular system is a bit different than others, being very lean yet dense, allowing his body to move and react quicker than most and run incredible speeds. He has only once ever broken the sound barrier but has yet to do it again. However, due to this he now knows what he is capable of, but at a cost. To understand what this means, one must look once again at his genetic makeup. His heart beats at a normal rate, twice as fast as a normal human's would, but when exerting any form of physical stress it triples or quadruples in speed in order to keep up with the need for oxygen in the body and for his systems. However, despite having a body lean and made for this high speed maneuvering, his internal organs are only slightly enhanced to keep up with him so he ahs a higher chance of having a heart attack should he exceed too much force on his body, having come close to one when he did break the sound barrier. Sub Power: Adrenal Activation: In conjunction with his natural super speed, his body excretes extremely high doses of adrenaline from his adrenal glands, allowing him to see and react normally in the high speed maneuvering. It can be seen in his eyes as he cans a second, third and forth pupil, all registering what is happening like a high speed camera. Personality: Devan is (usually) the level headed one of the three and can be seen in his actions and mannerisms when talking to the other two. He is the leader of their group and it is apparent when he has to discipline the two. Devan isn't a very talkative individual, tending to give short answers or looks accompanied by shrugs, rolls of the eyes or simply walking away. However, he always on his toes, ready for what is to come History: Devan is aware of the Judicial system as he has been in and out of jail many times thanks to his violent past starting with a B&E in some yuppie's house. it had grown from there into pickpocketing, theft and arson though his arson consisted of mostly small fires in public parks. Funny enough his first arson charge wasn't even meant to be out of any negative emotion but rather to help out some homeless person stay warm. When his childhood friend John disappeared of the face of the world, he worried about his safety and had for some time. That was until he saw him on the news, handcuffed with the title, The Phantom Killer has been Caught. After finding out where he was staying, he made sure to visit him and when he did he slowly began to learn about his past and how messed up it had been, answering his questions about why he disappeared. The rekindling of their friendship would grow even more when they had released him after Voodoo Man's arrival. John had been given a chance to make amends by taking this villain out and if so would have his sentence expunged. As of now Devan is not only a brother to John, but a handler in a sense by the government. Other: Accepted Via PM Real Name: Jayce Pearsons Nickname(s): Noodles, King of the Tentacle Hentai, Jayce, Jay-Bird, Asshat Hero Name: Krakken Gender: Whatever he's in the fucking mood for (literally) Age: 25 Appearance: Jayce (usually) stands at around 6'3" and 250lbs making him the bulkier of the three. Thanks to his mutation, he technically doesn't wear clothing but rather creates it from his own body. Sexuality: Yes Weapon(s): None Main Power: Biokenesis: Jayce has mastery over his own biomass, capable of manipulating and creating it to whatever he needs whether it is for offensive, defensive, support or utility reasons. He is able to weaponize himself in order to defend his life. Capable of making melee weapons, shields, armor and other varied utilities, he can be a nuisance on the battlefield should one come across him. Long periods of time using his abilities will drain him. High doses of electricity can shut him down. Sub Power: Because of his mastery over his body, he has also gained as a byproduct increased physical attributes. Personality: Short-tempered, arrogant, loyal, trustworthy History: Jayce for the most part comes from a wealthy family that is somewhat dysfunctional as consistent fighting amongst the parents due to his very unique mutation that had in turn caused him to lash out in public, inevitably getting police involved in many incidents and the media plastering stories over the internet and news. This had gone on for some time until the appearance of the Voodoo Man and his minions were he had wished he had a closer relationship with his family. The Voodoo Man had taken his family and he has yet to hear from them. As being directly affected by the Voodoo Man, the government had asked for him to assist them, considering that his mutation is a bit of a dangerous one but knew of two others that he could get along well with. Soon after meeting up with Devan and John, the connection between the three grew. He hopes he can find out any information pertaining to his family and their disappearance. Other: Approval via PM
53,258	1,448	17	800	3,846	Richard Scott Richard gave a thumbs up at Neo; it seemed that someone had noticed his efforts to help people solve their issues "Just doing my best" he innocently told him. It seemed he wanted to be thrown into the air too; for what reason, someone would want to be thrown into the air? It's not that there had to be a reason for it, as it was kinda fun throwing things, but it was a little strange just like this meeting. “Sure just remember that being thrown into the air is not a solution to all your problems” he grabbed Neo by the collar of his jacket and was ready to send him flying, in the same direction he threw Maxwell. Before he threw Neo, Richard realized that one of them looked kind of pissed, thing he deducted from the spikes coming of the ground and by Richard common sense told him throwing someone to an angry person was a bad idea, even worse when they can create tendrils. “Let's their opinion first, before you or I end up impaled” Still carrying Neo he shouted to the three men “READY FOR A SECOND ROUND GUYS OR DO I THROW HIM ELSEWHERE?”	Real Name: Johnathan Francis Ives Nickname(s): Johnny-B, Johnny Boy, John, Dickwad, Assweasel, Jeff (J.F), Serial Number 183348-529-S Hero Name: Dracula Gender: Male Age: 27 Appearance: Standing in at a slightly lanky 6'5", Johnathan doesn't seem to be much of an intimidation when weighing in around 150lbs but it isn't his body structure that is intimidating. It is his blackish eyes, greyish skin and eerie lifeless smile that rests on his face most of the time. His haircut slightly matches that of Devan's with the exception of the higher and tighter shave towards the top, allowing the middle part lay long and low, flowing slightly over one eye or the other, depending on his posture. Sexuality: Bisexual Weapon(s): 2x Boot Knives 2x knuckle dusters 1x Ring knife Main Power: Blood Manipulation (Hematokenesis): For John, Blood manipulation allows him to manipulate the blood that runs through his system in an external method such as the creation of blades, shields, spears and in an internal method by increasing the density of his blood to create a slightly stronger epidermis. However, he is only limited to how much blood is in his system. Sub Power: Blood Pressure Manipulation: As a by-product of being able to control his own blood, he has gained the ability to increase its pressure, allowing him access to enhanced speed and strength but not to the degree of others whose main ability is that of super strength or super speed. Personality: He has quite the calm demeanor despite his horrid past. Although, it tends to lean towards the creepier side of things with his slightly monotone yet upbeat voice. He never seems to have a purpose and tends to react on impulse, adding to his slight unpredictability. However, he is always up for a talk on intellect and abstract thinking as he enjoys things like that but in actuality he is slightly deranged so its more thoughts of a madman than anything else. He considers his friends Jayce and Devan as brothers and occasionally Devan as a lover, mostly to just get a negative reaction out of him. He prefers to follow the Fibonacci effect, spiraling out of normalcy in the hopes to find a higher enlightenment through reading and meditation. Training is important to him but he strays away sometimes, opting to watch the sky or something else. His combative side on the other hand is rather cold and ruthless, holding no remorse or regret behind every action as he sees every action as something inevitable, Something that was to come but only time was the key to when. Finally, should one ever truly rile him up on the battlefield, he does hold a sort of psychotic bloodlust that sends him into a frenzy, earning him the moniker amongst his friends, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. The adrenaline, the rapid heartbeat and the physical pain that accompanies battle makes him feel alive once more. History: All that is known about him is that Devan and himself were friends when they were younger living in Iowa. It wasn't until later in John's life when certain events began to happen did he break away from their ties and fell off the grid, only to return in handcuffs with cameras on him years later. In the span of 7 years he had killed 39 people, all associated with child molestation, kidnapping and murder. Devan and him have regained their bonds with each other and in the process a third companion who had recently joined them since the appearance of the Voodoo Man. Possibly one of the more dangerous individuals of the group, he had been on death row for some time before he was expunged of his crimes due to the Governments need for him. Although, he doesn't deny what he did, simply opting to refuse to answer. His backstory is of darkness, tragedy and anger, abuse and violence that he wishes to never relive but he does, with each kill, with each heartbeat. After the recent attacks from the Voodoo Man and an encounter with one of them with the shadow of death looming over him, he feels alive again so this is why he went along with the Government's project. If one is lucky to get to get close to him, one may actually learn of his backstory and what made him the way he was. Other: My mind tends to drift sometime into the vast space of my psyche... APPROVED VIA PMs Real Name: Devan Levi Marshall Nickname(s): Devvy-boo, Dev, Levi, Motherfucker, Asshole Hero Name: Buzz Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: Barely standing at 5'8" and 120lbs, this little guy adorns lazy sunken eyes and weary look, mostly thanks to morons one and two (John and Jayce). John's haircut is styled after Devan's but the difference being that Devan's hair (faded along the sides leaving longer hair up top) is much better kempt than his friend John's. His casual wear includes a greenish sports jacket, red shirt, tan cargo pants and green shoes. However, when on a job he wears his tactical gear. Sexuality: Straight Weapon(s): 2x Ninjato 2x Daggers Main Power: Super speed: His muscular system is a bit different than others, being very lean yet dense, allowing his body to move and react quicker than most and run incredible speeds. He has only once ever broken the sound barrier but has yet to do it again. However, due to this he now knows what he is capable of, but at a cost. To understand what this means, one must look once again at his genetic makeup. His heart beats at a normal rate, twice as fast as a normal human's would, but when exerting any form of physical stress it triples or quadruples in speed in order to keep up with the need for oxygen in the body and for his systems. However, despite having a body lean and made for this high speed maneuvering, his internal organs are only slightly enhanced to keep up with him so he ahs a higher chance of having a heart attack should he exceed too much force on his body, having come close to one when he did break the sound barrier. Sub Power: Adrenal Activation: In conjunction with his natural super speed, his body excretes extremely high doses of adrenaline from his adrenal glands, allowing him to see and react normally in the high speed maneuvering. It can be seen in his eyes as he cans a second, third and forth pupil, all registering what is happening like a high speed camera. Personality: Devan is (usually) the level headed one of the three and can be seen in his actions and mannerisms when talking to the other two. He is the leader of their group and it is apparent when he has to discipline the two. Devan isn't a very talkative individual, tending to give short answers or looks accompanied by shrugs, rolls of the eyes or simply walking away. However, he always on his toes, ready for what is to come History: Devan is aware of the Judicial system as he has been in and out of jail many times thanks to his violent past starting with a B&E in some yuppie's house. it had grown from there into pickpocketing, theft and arson though his arson consisted of mostly small fires in public parks. Funny enough his first arson charge wasn't even meant to be out of any negative emotion but rather to help out some homeless person stay warm. When his childhood friend John disappeared of the face of the world, he worried about his safety and had for some time. That was until he saw him on the news, handcuffed with the title, The Phantom Killer has been Caught. After finding out where he was staying, he made sure to visit him and when he did he slowly began to learn about his past and how messed up it had been, answering his questions about why he disappeared. The rekindling of their friendship would grow even more when they had released him after Voodoo Man's arrival. John had been given a chance to make amends by taking this villain out and if so would have his sentence expunged. As of now Devan is not only a brother to John, but a handler in a sense by the government. Other: Accepted Via PM Real Name: Jayce Pearsons Nickname(s): Noodles, King of the Tentacle Hentai, Jayce, Jay-Bird, Asshat Hero Name: Krakken Gender: Whatever he's in the fucking mood for (literally) Age: 25 Appearance: Jayce (usually) stands at around 6'3" and 250lbs making him the bulkier of the three. Thanks to his mutation, he technically doesn't wear clothing but rather creates it from his own body. Sexuality: Yes Weapon(s): None Main Power: Biokenesis: Jayce has mastery over his own biomass, capable of manipulating and creating it to whatever he needs whether it is for offensive, defensive, support or utility reasons. He is able to weaponize himself in order to defend his life. Capable of making melee weapons, shields, armor and other varied utilities, he can be a nuisance on the battlefield should one come across him. Long periods of time using his abilities will drain him. High doses of electricity can shut him down. Sub Power: Because of his mastery over his body, he has also gained as a byproduct increased physical attributes. Personality: Short-tempered, arrogant, loyal, trustworthy History: Jayce for the most part comes from a wealthy family that is somewhat dysfunctional as consistent fighting amongst the parents due to his very unique mutation that had in turn caused him to lash out in public, inevitably getting police involved in many incidents and the media plastering stories over the internet and news. This had gone on for some time until the appearance of the Voodoo Man and his minions were he had wished he had a closer relationship with his family. The Voodoo Man had taken his family and he has yet to hear from them. As being directly affected by the Voodoo Man, the government had asked for him to assist them, considering that his mutation is a bit of a dangerous one but knew of two others that he could get along well with. Soon after meeting up with Devan and John, the connection between the three grew. He hopes he can find out any information pertaining to his family and their disappearance. Other: Approval via PM
53,259	1,448	18	433	901	In Comes the Mayor! "What? What do you mean you let Charlie send the letters?! He's only been here for a week!!" On his cellphone, a shorter, slightly chubby man went huffing down the halls. "Does he even know who he sent it to? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HIT SEND ALL?!" The man, circles under his eyes and flushed tired cheeks came to a stop outside his office. "Susan, I'll call you back. I'm going in now." As soon as his pudgy thumb hit the end call button and he whipped some sweat off his forehead, the Mayor jumped almost a foot off the ground as he heard crashes from inside his office. Hans' face paled, body twitching in shock. "Oh, Dear God..." The mayor slowly opened the doors, face lacking all emotion as he watched the chaos. "Yeah? Well that means you can sit on it and spin!" Shouted Violet in response to Jayce's lovely mention of her mother. The gang leader didn't have time to reply to the cheerleader, too busy snarling at the feisty male. The mayor's brown eyes followed the blur of a skinny boy being thrown across the room, who quickly crawled away into a corner after he promptly landed with his back on the floor after hitting the aggressive Jayce. Then, spikes tore through the mayor's beloved office making his jaw drop in an inaudible scream. "...The insurance doesn't cover shadowy mutant spikes, I don't believe..." He muttered weakly to himself. The mayor stomped in, grabbing the second boy in Richard's hands and pulling him away. "No throwing people!" He whipped the tarot cards away, making Violet jolt up in her chair. "What the hell?!" "No card reading! No cursing!" He then went to Jayce, pulling the cigarette from his hand and snubbing it out on the floor. "No smoking!" "Jeez. Buzzkill." The mayor, exhausted, plopped into his office chair and put his head in his hands with a quiet groan. He wasn't paid enough for this... Finally, he managed to raise his head with a sigh to look at the group before him. A bunch of misfits, they were! Oh, he had a headache... Hans' dug into his drawer for aspirins, downing them without water and taking another deep sigh. "...Alright then. My name is Mayor Stephen Hans. It's... a pleasure, to meet you all." The mayor took another glance around the room, stifling a wince. "If you read my letter, you know why I called you here. There is a great evil that is plaguing our city, and soon it could consume us. The Voodoo Man is someone controlling these recent outbursts of villains who are attacking citizens. The only way to fight them is with our own generation of mutants... "Generation X." You will all be paid for your services in protecting the city, but the only catch is.... you have to work together." Unsurprisingly, Violet was the first one to jump from her seat and oppose this. "What? Hell no! Why should I have to work with Octopussy over there?!" She paused to point accusingly at Jayce. "Uh uh, fuck that." The white haired woman crossed her arms stubbornly. "Well, then, you can leave. We need all of your collective powers, and that means working together. On your own, none of you can defeat Voodoo Man. You need each other." Violet clicked her tongue in distaste. "You will all have code names, so we won't call you by your real names in public. Here's the list." He put a stapled few papers together on the desk. As the heroes flipped through to see their respective hero names, a call came through. The mayor answered. "Hello? What, at Grove Park?! Oh no!" Hans slammed the phone down, standing bolt upright from his chair. "Generation X! There's no time! A villain has appeared at the Barbecue Bash in Good Grove Park, there's children there! Please, you must hurry!" Max's black eyes widened at the mention of children, and in a blink of the eye he disappeared. Teleporting as fast as he could to the park, his main goal was to get the citizens to safety. "Eh? Already? Alright, I'll burn them to a crisp!!" Violet pounded her fist into her hand excitedly, going to the window and flashing a wink and a peace sign at the rest of the group. "See you guys there!" And off she went, rushing down towards the park. Their first villain! Let's see if the heroes can handle it... Go get him, Generation X!	Real Name: Violet Riise Nickname(s): Vivi, Leader, Psycho, Flamehead Hero Name: Flame Vixen Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: female Age: 21 Appearance: Standing at 5'4", Violet is short to match her short temper. Even though she has a very pretty heart shaped face with large magenta cat-like eyes, a small nose, thin brows and light pink-beige small lips, it can easily become terrifying when those big eyes light up in full-fledged fire. Violet is pale and is a fairly average weight, but can become very aggressive if you mention her round rump or thick thighs. She has long, wavy white hair that is dyed, her natural hair color being brown. She often wears skimpy clothes with a white flame on them, considering it her symbol. Sexuality: straight Weapon(s): Two switchblades strapped to her thighs and a shotgun. Main Power: Pyrokinesis. Can manipulate fire and create it out of thin air using only her mind. When truly furious goes into "Rage Inferno" where her whole body is covered in flames. Sub Power: None. Personality: Violet is a very unstable person. Considered bipolar, she can be very friendly and personable at one moment and the next be ready to rip you to shreds. She leans towards physical violence in order to get her way, and if she doesn't she will flip the fuck out. Violet is a very self centered person, but if you manage to get on her good side, she will swear by her life to protect you. Like with her gang, she might be rough with you still but it is with love, and she will treat you like family. Get on her bad side though... well, let's just say you'll regret it. History: Violet was raised by her mother, her parents being divorced and her father running off with another woman. Believe it or not, Violet was actually a good student up until her Junior year, where the school had a turnover and new teachers came in. She didn't like any of them, and most were real bastards to her, so she slowly faded out of school until eventually she barely ever went. It was also around the time her mother found a new boyfriend. Instead of going to school, Violet found another place to put her time and energy. A few years ago, downtown Metropolis was overrun with gangs that were constantly at war with one another. Most couldn't even walk down the street without a weapon. Sick of this, Violet started her own gang to set things straight, naming it "Devilspawn." Originally it was just a group of stupid high schoolers that acted as vigilantes and beat back gangs that got a little too aggressive, but as a few years passed and the gang grew so did another gang. The competing gang started a fight with Devilspawn, and when they went straight for Violet, she lit them up not with a gun but with real fire. She discovered that she was a mutant, with the power to manipulate and create fire from her own mind. The others became afraid of Violet and her gang, leaving Metropolis all together. The gang now is used as a sort of, violent neighborhood watch. Things were running smoothly, until one night all the gangs that had turned tail and fled came back— but with the force of the Voodoo Man. They took out many of the Devils, and this infuriated Violet, because they were like family to her. She swore revenge on the Voodoo Man for causing her 'family' such pain, and now searches him out to give him what he deserves! Other: Is the leader and founder of the largest gang in Metropolis, "Devilspawn." Their symbol. Real Name: Maxwell Weiseman Nickname(s): Max Hero Name: Phaser Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: male Age: 17 Appearance: Max is a tall but thin boy, with little to no muscle mass at all and his height a little above 6'5". He has shaggy, somewhat outgrown black hair that falls over his matching black eyes that are always hidden behind thick lenses on a studious pair of black glass frames. He always has a somewhat sad look on his face, with a sharp chin and soft bone structure, thin lips and straight brows. Max is a little sensitive about his longer nose, as well as his pale complexion that always seems to lack proper blood flow. He always wears clothes that are a bit too big on him and seem baggy, most often seen in his school uniform. If you asked people what his best physical feature was, they most likely would say he has a "cute ass." Sexuality: demisexual Weapon(s): Metal-toed boots and metal knuckles Main Power: Teleportation. Can travel at maximum a few blocks away, and as far as consecutive teleportations, the further away he has to teleport one after another the harder it is. Just in fights, teleporting within a few feet he is able to do it much more easily. Overdoing it could make him pass out. Sub Power: By extending his palm out flat or using the top of his forearm to create a shield of plasma. It can only last for a few hits each, and can immediately shatter if it's hit with a full blast of another's power. He can only create one in the span of a couple of hours, and it is only about 1 and a half feet at maximum for length and width. Physical attacks don't do much damage to it. Personality: Max is a very quiet soul. He's fairly shy and soft spoken, often preferring to be alone than amongst others. He is often trampled on because of his passivity but Max never complains about it. He is respectful and kind, and will help others as long as he doesn't have to interact with them. History: Max has been second place his entire life. Always a straight B student, the second child, the silver trophy winner in everything he attempted— he never could win first place. His mother and father were devoted to his older brother and completely bypassed little Max, never recognizing his second rate achievements. He really lived a normal life however. A devoted student, though a bit shy and shut away from anything social, he really tried and never complained about anything. Max simply kept to himself, head down. And just like any teen, he had love interests. Max had a crush on this girl named Amber for two years of school, but never attempted to talk to her. Walking home from school one day, Amber was looking at her phone and walked out in front of a bus that was driving too fast down the road. Max, without thinking, ran out and grabbed her. But, suddenly, they were on the other side of the road. Passerby were shocked, whispering to each other about the weird teleporting mutant. Amber was scared of him, even though he had saved her, and ran away to avoid him completely at school. Max was heartbroken. But he didn't complain. He later found out that those who had whispered around them at the corner were not normal passerby. They were puppets of the Voodoo Man, seeking to torment the innocent mutant. Max wasn't angry, but he was upset. He wanted to defeat the Voodoo Man, not for himself, but so no one else can be hurt like he was. Other: Cannot see more than two feet in front of him without his glasses. Senior in high school. Has fairly bad social anxiety.
53,260	1,448	19	2,587	440	Meanwhile...Metropolis City - Good Grove Park - Midday A sunny afternoon-- large puffy clouds drifting to intercept the sun, traveling with a cool breeze. Good Grove Park or GGP as the residents of Metropolis called it, is a large park that takes up an area of three square miles on the north side of town. It’s known for it’s playgrounds, running trail, and picnic areas. On this particular day, GGP is hosting it’s annual “Metro-City BBQ Bash.”Among the twenty-three chefs gathered to compete, judges panel of ten well known members of the community, and a civilian gathering of around two-hundred plus people, the park is live with activity. Children play games and rough-house as parents mingle, maybe sample a beer or two, and indulge themselves on all sorts of barbecued treats. A small performance stage rests at the center of the event-- several local musicians perform songs, regularly trading place with comedians, activists, advertisers, and public speakers. Around the stage, the booths for BBQ chefs are lined up neatly, each chef having brought their own equipment. The dusky smell of barbecue and spices intermingle with the mouth-watering scents of a few sweet dessert items cooking. Voices raise occasionally above the music and rumble of hundreds of voices-- chefs advertising their dishes, handing out free samples, inviting people over to try-- but one voice in particular turned heads... VILLAIN: POTLUCK “Fried coleslaw dumplings,” called out a baritone voice, “And cool barbecue-smoothies!” Huffing after shouting those few words, Potluck ran a hand over his sweat soaked brow, then slung the collected moisture off to the side. A large man, far too large to be crammed into his rather poorly assembled BBQ stand, Potluck beckoned people forward and kept reminding himself to duck his head-- else he ram it into the ceiling for the whatever-teenth time. What he couldn’t understand was how so many people kept ignoring him-- only glancing-- not actually coming over. He wasn’t hard to miss, after all-- orange haired and as large as he was-- so why wasn’t anyone coming to try the food? “Macaroni-bread and potato-meat-pies,” Potluck shouted, “F-Free samples!” A woman glanced over at him curiously-- Potluck beamed at her-- she ducked her head and walked away. He sighed deeply, rubbed a hand over his eyes, then he saw them, standing before him with clipboards. “J-JUDGES?” Potluck jolted sharply, straightened out his back, and rammed his head into the ceiling. A man with graying hair, bow-tie, and a nametag that said “Chase” winced sympathetically for Potluck and told him, “Careful there-- yes, we’re the judges for your category, side items.” As Potluck rubbed his head, Chase continued to say, “I’m Councilman Chase,” he gestured to a tall brown skinned man and said, “This is Radio D.J. and personality, Torrent-CX and,” Chase gestured to a young woman, “Chef Almi Understamp.” Potluck snorted angrily when the chef was named. Chase pretended it didn’t happen, “Have you prepared your sample plate for us?” Potluck turned to the grill behind himself, kneeled down, then opened up the warming compartment. He withdrew three pre-prepared plates, placed them down before the judges, then pulled a few wrapped Popsicles from an ice chest. One after the other, Potluck pointed to the items on the plates, “Fried-Coleslaw dumplings, Macaroni-bread, potato meat pies, and cool barbecue smoothies”-- the last item he placed before them-- the frozen tube of what looked to be barbecue and shredded meat. The judges eyed each other skeptically. Potluck somehow managed to sweat more. He nervously began wringing his fingers as the judges silently eyed the plates. All three silently began scribbling on their clipboards. “Presentation could use work-- it looks like you just threw the food on the plate,” Chase mumbled. “They’re all a bit indistinguishable from each other,” spoke Chef Understamp, “Kind of blending together and the textures don’t look appealing.” The DJ remained silent but winced lightly. Potluck clenched his fists. “Let’s start with the macaroni-bread, hm? Who doesn’t like macaroni as a standard side,” DJ Torrent spoke up. The three judges nodded in agreement, took clean forks from Potluck’s stand, then began to pick apart the dish in their own ways. Eventually, as one after the other took bites, their faces twisted in a way that made Potluck confused. “What? Is there...” Potluck asked Chase, who seemed to be holding back coughs, “Do you need water?” Chef Understamp turned around and spit heavily. DJ Torrent’s eyes watered but he swallowed, then hoarsely croaked, “I can’t...” “Terrible...” Came a voice that echoed within Potluck’s mind. “Not good that was...” Came another voice, dragging Potluck down into the darkness. “I can’t believe… horrible...” Echoed the final voice before Potluck’s world turned red. Potluck roared as he reached beneath his food stand, pulling a silver pot from beneath it. He scraped the sample plates into the pot and an eerie blue mist began to swirl out. “Stop being so mean,” yelled Potluck as he tied the pot up to himself, “I don’t like it when people are mean to me!” From the pot came an unearthly screech-- a blur-- his food stand burst into a shower of wood and bent tent poles. “If you don’t like it-- someone else will,” Potluck screamed as, above him, a harpy looking creature circled. It’s wings were made of tattered coleslaw, talons made of sharpened BBQ icicles, and it let out an unearthly screech before spewing molten-hot macaroni cheese toward the judges. “Try my food,” shouted Potluck as the crowds began to scream and flee, “Try it!” Another three harpies burst fourth from the pot then went screaming after the retreating people. A panicked woman hiding beneath a taco stand urgently dials 7-8-9, the emergency hero hotline! Heroes! The citizens of Metropolis need your help! Crazy man with cooked-food-monster-summoning powers is attacking a crowded BBQ festival. Might wanna do some heroic stuff, y'all. Also 789 is the emergency hero hotline!	Character Has Been Accepted Via PM's with the GM. Rhyme time. Real Name: Unknown Nickname(s): Unknown Villain Name: Starless Knight Villain: BAD. SO BAD. Gender: Not Apparent (Any pronoun is fine) Age: Not Apparent Appearance: Starless Knight stands at an impressive height, towering over most people, and constantly banging their head into doorways (8ft tall precisely). Their silver armor is dull and doesn't look to be entirely metal-- almost as if it were made from something semi-organic-- and it's slightly warm to the touch. A large claw, spiked, acting as a form of shield, is what their left arm has transformed into. Their right arm ends at the wrist and turns into a lance from there, fully attached to their being. A mane of fibers extends from the base of their helmet, made from the same odd material as their body, which possesses the ability to act as a barrier or a whip to deflect projectiles. Two silver orbs glow from within the dark recess of the "helmet" which act as eyes. Every bit of the armor has no clear means of removal, heavily implying that it is part of the Starless Knight's body, instead of traditional assembled armor. A large chain with a dazzling blue gem is worn around the Starless Knight's neck and it is unbearably cold to the touch. Sexuality: HONORABLE! Asexual Weapon(s): Arm Lance. Arm Shield. Whip like "hair". Main Power: - Light Of The Stars - The lance can become empowered and glow a bright white making it both an eyesore and able to hit twice as hard as it otherwise can. It also has an advantage against shadow or darkness based abilities and can act as a pretty cool night light, if needed. - Coldness of Space - The chill of a starless void accompanies the Starless Knight's presence. When unleashed in full, the power of the gem worn around their neck empowers their attacks with ice based elemental abilities. The Starless Knight gets creative with the attacks-- freezing the ground, tossing around gusts of sub-zero winds, and even coating themselves in ice as an armor of sorts. Temperatures continue to sink in a large radius around the Starless Knight until the gem's power is deactivated. Sub Power: - Tough As Armor - Starless Knight's body is extremely tough-- made of a material that rivals that of titanium. This means it's definitely not impossible to break, dent, or penetrate. - Too Much Stamina - Running extreme distances, fighting hard for long periods of time, and not sleeping for days accompanies Starless Knight's abilities. They can become tired, of course, but it takes a large amount of exertion to do so. This results in day or longer resting periods. - Transformed State - Rumor has it that Starless Knight possesses the ability to transform into something else... hopefully nothing stronger than what they currently are. Personality: The honorable Starless Knight acts from a place of old school "chivalry" and upstanding morality. Constantly insisting that the evildoers must be purged, Starless Knight tirelessly hunts down heroes, meeting them on even ground and challenging them to combat. They don't like to take the lives of innocents, the defenseless, the otherwise helpless, and take a large amount of care not to cause unnecessary damage to the town or anyone's property. Starless Knight has been seen saving people from other villains on several occasions-- even going so far as to kill said villains, when their crimes were particularly heinous. As far as the Starless Knight is concerned, if you wield a weapon against them, you have declared yourself a threat-- capable of defending yourself-- and should either run or face elimination. They do not hold back their abilities when necessary and will use every ounce of their power if need be-- that being said, the Starless Knight doesn't believe in excessive force, dirty fighting, or "messy kills." In Starless Knight's eyes, your end will be swift, neat, and justified. History: Unknown. However, a peculiar missing person's report cropped up around the same time the Starless Knight appeared. It could be coincidental or related... depends on interpretation, really. (PM if you want to work out how your character may be able to obtain the details.) Reason for Becoming a Villain: Voodoo man dun up n wiggle waggle fingers mind control Behold Starless Knight, puppet of the Voodoo Man. Their intentions were once angry, spiteful, but good. Starless Knight was focused only on becoming a better hero than any others-- better than the ones that had disappointed the person they used to be. This made Starless Knight all too easy to manipulate into villainy. The Voodoo man offered them power enough to become a better hero-- power to freeze enemies in their tracks. The more heroes they defeated, the more Starless Knight's views twisted horribly-- No hero is good enough! All the weaker ones must be eliminated, else they hurt or harm those they mean to protect. So long as the Starless Knight is able to fight and win against heroes, they will continue their hunt, weeding out the weak from the strong, and crushing those up and coming vigilantes and do-gooders deemed unworthy. Starless Knight feels as if they will eventually be the last hero standing-- the only one capable of doing any good-- and then, only then, will the city and it's people be safe. Other: - Critical Weakness To Fire - Small exposure is okay. Maybe even standing in a fire... but being constantly heated for prolonged periods of time without any let up? You want a melted Knight? That's how you get a melted knight. - Lightning Rod - Lightning and electrical based attacks WILL hit Starless Knight with 100% accuracy every time. Prolonged exposure to lightning or electricity causes the same effects as prolonged exposure to flame. See above. - TOO MUCH HONOR - If someone yields to Starless Knight and begs to be spared, more than likely, Starless Knight will let them live, but only if they "swear on their honor" that they will abide by whatever Starless Knight demands of them. However, fool them once and you don't get a twice. Character has been Accepted Via PM's with GM's.
53,261	1,448	20	364	1,539	Veronica lept out the window. "Sorry Mr. Mayor. Don't worry about the damages to the room. Our master will take care of it." She leaned in close, almost seductively and whispered. "I believe some of those you summoned are more inclined to side with the villians." The mayor looked like he wanted to ask why she wasn't going. "I'm not a combat model. I am a liason model. I deal with the day to day stuff between my master and the rest of the world. I was recently promoted to hero liason. If you don't mind I am going to have a seat and patch myself into Veronica. Gotta keep tabs on her. Think of it like a university's sports information director watching the game, but from the point of view of the star player." She sat down near the mayor. When Veronica hit the ground she took off running. Gun in hand. At the park she studied the freak of the day. She contacted Sara, no audible words were shared, kind of like two telepaths talking with their power. "Sara you seeing this. If I was human I would swear I was hallucinating. The freak is summoning food monsters from a pot. Sara was more concerned with what he was saying. "Grab one of the flesh bags. GENTLY. I'll ask the flesh bag some questions." Veronica was going to grab the first flesh bag that ran by but it was a child screaming for it's mommy. The second person was a person with half her faced burned off. "Disgusting." The lady heard Veronica and began to cry even harder. Her tears causing her pain which made her scream cry. Finally someone who looked like they could answer questions. Veronica grabbed the person by it's arm as it ran by, she didn't take into account that the sudden stoppage of the arm might lead to damage, specifically breaking it. "Judge Torrent-CX, we have questions for you. I know your arm hurts, stop being a baby about it. Grow some balls, like those NFL players." Sara proceeded to question the big baby and let him go. Again reverting back to their internal communication. "So basically he is a mentally challenged buffoon, a horrible cook, and must likely one of if not the ugliest person on the face of the earth. You know what to do." Veronica switched her guns to the non-lethal ammunition. "Go for his balls." In this case this freaks obsession with his food being amazeballs meant ruining it was just about as effective as kicking him in his actual balls. "Hey fatty! Your food is so horrible it grew wings so it could literally get away from you. How pathetic of a cook are you? Did you seriously think anyone in the whole world would want to any of that garbage? I bet that is where you got your ingredients, the landfill. Starving people in the third world would rather starve to death than eat the food you cooked. Who taught you to cook a sewer rat?" Sara speak is this color Veronica speak is this color	Real Name: Thomas Mastertorn Nickname(s): Robot God “Hero” Name: Roboto Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: Female Age: 35 Appearance: Sara Mastertorn, how Thomas interacts with the rest of the world Veronica Mastertorn, Thomas’ attack robot Sexuality: Heterosexual Weapon(s): Custom laser rifle system, it can be two pistols, rifle, or sniper rifle Last resort weapon: self destruct Custom sword Main Power: Genius Intellect Sub Power: Mechanical genius Personality: Eccentric & reclusive History: Thomas was paralyzed as a young boy. As a preteen his intellect ballooned to immeasurable levels. He built his first autonomous robot at seventeen. When he was twenty he opened a company building and selling his autonomous robots. By the time he was twenty-two he was a billionaire. He built Sara Mastertorn to act as his body out in the world, no one else is allowed to buy a copy of the model. When asked why he didn’t build a male one. His only response was “Female duh!” The question was in his opinion was extremely stupid, the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. He built models to work as receptionists, retail, military, police, any and every industry he built a model for and all female. Veronica Mastertorn is exclusive to his personal use and a unique model no one else can buy. Other:
53,262	1,448	21	315	290	Kimberly Hawkins only paid a slight and mild bit of attention to, well a variety of events that were going on. She idly stared at the mayor as the situation was explained to the group gathered for the situation. Sure there was some sort of mayhem occurring at a 'barbeque bash'; but did it have anything to do with Kimberly Hawkins!? No! It did not. The girl sighed as she thought of the hunks that would've been presented if the place attacked was a beach-side bonfire. Well, whatever, there was at least one thing that actively concerned the Cheerleading Mercenary and that was what her code-name was going to be. With a bounce in her step she walked over to the desk. As she leaned in, her index finger was hovering over the papers searching for her name. Aha! The cheerleader spotted her name and as soon as she saw the code-name her heart dropped. Mouthing out the words, a cold sweat poured over her face as she tried to hide a grimace. "R-right. Help. Yeah. Heroes. Woo... she said jumping up and kicking back her feet. As she landed back on the ground she rose her right hand with a freshly plucked pom-pom; before immediately scuttling out of the office. As soon as she was out of the office Kimberly's eyebrows furrowed as she gritted her teeth. "M-mongrel!? ME!? MONGREL!?" she howled out as she could feel the metamorphosis occurring. "Euuuuugh! BARF ME OUT! WHAT DO THEY THINK I AM, A BIMBETTE WHO'LL TAKE IT LAYING DOWN!?" growled out Kimberly Hawkins as her voice grew deeper and her teeth began to sharpen. Rocking back and forth, Kimberly glanced down at her hands as she saw them grow in muscles and the claws began to form. "GWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" snarled out as she dropped her purse and pom-poms as she held her right hand out in front of her to hide the obvious snout that manifested. "AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" howled out the beast as she finished her metamorphosis, standing erect and holding out her front limbs out wide. The creature briefly looked down at the wrecked clothing before getting down on all fours. As the wolf creature attempted to wag its tail; it soon realized that the cheerleader shorts were still attached. This would not do; so the werewolf creature known to some as Mongrel began shaking its fur wildly and scratching itself with its back limbs. The force was enough to remove the unnecessary garment and allowed the tail to be wagged. Lifting its head up Mongrel sniffed the air around it to determine a source of delicious food. With the scent trail found, Mongrel began lunging towards the park. As it arrived on the scene, Mongrel continued sniffing around slowly stalking the area. She licked her chops and bared out her fangs. There was a treasure trove of food to eat and many things to hunt. The werewolf realized what the most sensible course of action was and ignored the harpy prey for now in favor of Potluck's treasure trove of food that was dumped in a nearby garbage can. Mongrel swatted the garbage can down with her right paw, and shortly after shoved her head there to eat at the garbage.	Real Name: Kimberly Hawkins Nickname(s): Princess, Alpha Bitch, Kimmie, Kim Hero Name: Mongrel Gender: Female Age: 19 Appearance: Sexuality: Cute and/or Handsome Individuals Weapon(s): Carries Pepper-spray Main Power: Werewolf Form - Willingly or (usually the case) unwillingly Kimberly transforms into a bestial werewolf with vicious and brutish strength with which she can tear through metal, chew through bone, long leaps towards prey, alongside other such feats of might. Sub Power: Monstrous Mind - The mind of a Werewolf Mutant is an easy yet complicated subject, which is very devoted. As such it scrambles any attempts of telepathy to read or influence. Personality: Kimberly is quite simply put a narcissist. She is incredibly vain in regards to her appearance and status among others. Often she acts with perky and ditzy front in an attempt to gain sympathy, attention and good thoughts among peers. But this belies the impishness of her character, as she has few qualms about using people and then stabbing them in the back. While she is mostly in things for herself and could care less about others, she does seem to genuinely care about whoever is part of her cheerleading squad at the time. But that could likely be chalked up to that however they look will rub off on her. As the Mongrel her behavior is much more simplistic. While Kimberly could possibly keep the instincts in check, this hardly ever happens. Mongrel is driven by the primary goals of conquering threats and hunting prey to feast. These two desires are gone after through fairly simplistic means of asserting their strength to accomplish the single-minded goals the Mongrel has at heart. If clearly outmatched, Mongrel will take the flight option of 'Fight v Flight' History: Kimberly Hawkins was born in the lap of luxury near the beaches of Cali. Her father was a ruthless venture capitalist, and her mother was a no nonsense corporate lawyer. Truly Kimberly was born in a family that were excellent at demonstrating empathy. For the most part Kimberly was a latch-key kid who was free to do all sorts of things. With this time, Kimberly Hawkins plotted and schemed the way for her to become the absolute top of the social hierarchy as the family funds were not enough. That's when she knew she needed to become a cheerleader, the Captain above all the others. She spent countless hours training, learning routines and dedicating her body to be prepared for the craft. She breezed through tryouts with her skills alongside sabotaging any who could provide a decent competition for her destined spot as the Captain. Kimberly then proceeded to dominate her social circles and rule with an iron fist. But such acts of politicking were not enough to lead us to where she is today. For that we must learn about how she came into contact with the Voodoo Man's insidious ways, and how the Mongrel came to be. That time came again where Kimberly needed to show why she needed to be the Captain of the squad. However through horrible and most sinister machinations, Kimberly was outperformed by a new girl who just moved into town, clearly by orders of the Voodoo Man in order to ruin the sanctity of this organization and destroy their chances to win at the out of state competition. The coach insisted that Kimberly could still be Vice Captain. She snapped and transformed into the Werewolf known as Mongrel and caused a ruckus. She couldn't show her face there again or be a part of the squad, let alone lead it. Leaving in shame, Kimberly Hawkins swore vengeance against the Voodoo Man and all of his minions. Luckily her quest would not just remain the angry complaints of a teenager for she was found by the group of Generation X who were after the same goal. But of course their goal was not as important because they weren't Kimberly; still she'll take what she can get. Other: Generation X! Generation X! Let's go fight! Show our might!
53,263	1,448	22	2,654	2,774	Lei saw little advantage in sticking around the mayor's office to discuss strategy with the people around him, especially since one of the 'heroes' he had to apparently work with had just wrecked the entire place and almost skewered several people with tendrils of dark energy. The fact that innocent civilians were in danger was also a motivating factor. Not bothering to look at whatever his code name was designated as, probably something that didn't sound particularly hero-like anyways, the hooded man almost became a blur as the entire length of his body stretched and shot itself through the window. Lei continued to move at impressive speeds as he made his way to the park, probably far faster than most people would expect from a man who wasn't even running, but rather dragging his stomach and legs across the ground in a sequence of grotesque slithers. Upon reaching the park, Lei found the situation to be...a lot to take in, to say the least. Apparently a man of rather generous girth was on a rampage and somehow concocting an attack against anyone in sight through the use of culinary creature-like creations. The scaley hero's teeth grit when he saw one of the harpies preparing to breath a stream of molten macaroni onto a nearby child, who stood frozen in terror. "No time to think now." He muttered grimly as he stretched his body to shoot himself in front of the boy as fast as he could, then spread his arms out to block most of the smoldering hot food. "Ggk!" Lei hissed as the painful sensation of intense burning immediately began to set in, before he reflexively broke himself out of his own body, leaving a hollow shell behind. Turning his head and watching his 'shed skin' continue to scald and melt under the macaroni with the a wary glance, he then heard a woman thank him profusely as she took her son and raced to safety. Lei then glared upwards at the flying monster who had tried to attack the child, his slit-eyes narrowing dangerously as his body began to tense in preparation. He hadn't been in his mutant form long before he entered the mayor's office, and as such didn't have the time to produce more outer layers. He'd have to avoid getting hit by the macaroni from this point on. And the quickest way to accomplish that was by destroying the things that barfed them out. Springing upwards from the ground, his elongated body quickly coiled around the harpy in mid-air, causing both of them to fall crashing to the ground. Lei grunted as he landed on the grass, but for the most part his elastic body was able to absorb the shock, allowing him to continue to constrict himself around the creature he had caught, gradually crushing its midsection in the hopes that he could keep it from breathing macaroni again. With the two of them interlocked and immobile on the ground, it probably opened up a good opportunity for anyone else to finish the creature off, if they so desired.	Real Name: Ted Nickname(s): Fuzzy Terror Hero Name: Bear Commando Gender: male Age: 18 Appearance: Sexuality: straight Weapon(s): he wields a combat knife and AK-47 Main Power: Transmutation: Ted can alter his body's physical structure to mimic many substances and elements. He can make his skin hard like rock as well as make the fur on his body surge with electricity. Ted can only have his body mimic one element or substance at a time and shifting from one to the next too quickly can tire him out. When he mimics heavy substances then he is unable to stop himself from sinking in liquid environments and when his body is made up of light elements then he is more vulnerable to severe damage thanks to lack of density. While mimicking lighter substances Ted is able to jump great distances and sometimes even float through the air with the help of air currents. Sub Power: Teddy Bear mimicry: His body is in the form of a teddy bear. This power is always active and the effect is permanent. Personality: Ted is very straight forward and always prefers a directly solution to a problem instead of complex and manipulative means. He is quick to anger and has a very crude sense of humor. His views on good and evil are based upon the actions of those he sees and whether he feels that what they did is wrong. He is not someone who uses a doctrine or ideology to shape his morality. Even though people describe him as a pessimist and a skeptic, Ted prefers to consider himself a realist. Politically he considers himself a social libertarian and a constitutionalist. He believes that freedom and the constitution should always come first over security unless a threat poses a great danger to his culture such as fascists ideologies. He is a huge supporter of the first and second amendment. He can't stand thought policing and believes that a person has a right to express whatever they want without fear. His humor is politically incorrect and believes that facts don't about a person's feelings. He also despises socialism and communism. For him democratic capitalism is the end all be all of economics. Despite his crude humor and hardcore attitude, Ted is smart enough to make good financial choices and live a decent middle class life. Finally he is very loyal to his allies and friends, but he will always remember a person who tricked him into agreeing something he doesn't like. He is not very forgiving of those who have double crossed him History: Ted was born as a normal human and lived a normal life. He did good in school and had friends and a loving family. But all that changed when his mutant powers activated while he was in high school. His body changed from that of a human to a teddy bear. This new change was the greatest shock of his life and his parents decided to take him out of school and home school him from then on. He explored his powers and realized that he had access to incredible powers. With these new powers Ted decided that he would become a hero and fight for his kind of justice. He took on the name Bear Commando and started off his hero career. Everything was good until Ted had a run in with the Voodoo Man and his super-powered goons. With his terrible powers he was able to harm people that Ted cared about. From then on Ted swore to take down Voodoo Man and his group of villains. He was approached by a group called Generation X and offered a spot on the team. Even though he didn't really like the thought of being on a team, Ted knew that he would need help to take down the Voodoo Man. Other:
53,264	1,448	23	2,323	262	The mayor didn't take too long with his "go team!" speech, but even with the sweet shortness of it, Molly was annoyed. That clown was a propaganda machine. Running his mouth like that about the Mr. Voodoo. Big V wouldn't want that bozo flapping his jaw and saying his name in vain, which meant that Mr. Mayor needed to die. Like, sooner than later. It was a honorable task that she burdened herself with. Of course, now wasn't the time. If Molly were to execute him in the good name of Mr. V, all these other brainwashed supey-dupeys would apprehend her. It was unfortunate that the rest of the "mutants" were drinking this pro-establishment kool-aid. Maybe a few of them would see the error of their ways. If not, they'd have to die. Which was a non-issue. People die all of the time. Studying the list of names, Molly had to admit that hers was sort of clever. Like an MP3 isn't the most up-to-date thing in terms of music playing technology, but the "M" was probably thrown in there for Molly. How sweet. She was expecting the codename to be extremely lame but as it turned out, it was a keeper. Molly let a small grin break through her scowl for only a brief moment before returning to an expression that conveyed a lack of interest. She shrugged and put in her headphones, playing "Fly Like An Eagle". She'd already tested the song out a few times, and thankfully she doesn't shape shift into an actual eagle. She just takes to the air and flies. She swears she feels something in her bones when it starts to play, like her body structure is changing, but it's probably just paranoia. Molly willed herself into the sky, with the Steve Miller Band's song blasting in her ears. Her flying ability was sloppy, but it got the job done. She landed less than flawlessly in Good Grove Park, stumbling once she touched down onto a grassy area. "Woahhh agh!" Molly faceplanted into the grass. "Ugh." She pushed herself up and spat out dirt, surveying the area after, partially to make sure no one saw what happened and mostly to see what the hell was going on. Obviously, the citizens were being haunted by some food-creature-thing-losers. Unidentified food-creature-thing-losers. "U.F.C.T.L.'s." Molly muttered silently to herself in mock awe. She took a deep breath, saw the chaos that was being created by that big ugly lunch lady, and wasn't exactly sure how to proceed. She remembered the mayor's speech about working together to take down villainy. That's when she got a lightbulb: I'll gain their trust and take them down from the inside! she thought, grinning. "Molly, you're a genius," she rubbed her hands together excitedly before staring in the direction of the source of the evil food, "Now it's time to go and make a di— WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!" Molly fell backwards in fear when some freaky ass werewolf entered her vision. It was eating out of a garbage can... menacingly. Completely unaware that Mongrel was actually her "teammate" Kimberly, Molly assumed that the beast was in cahoots with the food demons and decided that this was where she'd make her first impression and infiltrate their "trust". She pulled out her phone and selected some badass instrumental music by Hans Zimmer. She planted her feet and emitted a warrior cry, which with the power of music, created a powerful soundwave that blasted Mongrel and the garbage can back ten yards. "Yeah, take that, douchewolf! In the name of the law and stuff!" She wasn't even worried about the real fight that was Potluck and his monstrous food minions. The scary form Kimberly had taken captured all of her attention, and Molly — not knowing they were on the same side — decided to take action. And she really hoped the scary beast would stay down.	Real Name: Richard Scott Nickname(s): Dick, Scotty, Karate bugman Hero Name: Kickhopper Gender: Male Age: 17 Sexuality: Heterosexual Weapon(s): Steel bat Main Power: While not exactly having powers, Richard instead has a very powerful tool on his position that he “Borrowed” from Doctor Tanas. Insect armor: when pressing the big red button on his belt, a grasshopper themed armor surrounds him. While the armor may not be able to stop most military grade weapons from piercing Richard to shreds it can stop most civilian weapons and melee with only a few dents as the result. The armor also enhances his strength and jumping range, making him able to challenge Olympic athletes strength wise; his jumping height easily reaches 2.5m. Sub Power: CLOCK UP: The all or nothing final attack that kickhopper possesses (even though Richard doesn't know about it yet) by pulling the lever that is between the legs of the grasshopper buckle, the belt will begin emitting electricity that travels all around the armor, eventually concentrating on the right foot, making it capable of seriously burning the things it kicks. It also raises the speed of the wearer to muzzle velocity, which combined with the electrified kick can lead to a deadly surprise attack. Now it's not devoid of downsides: firstly entering clock up is a taxing process for both the user and the belt, most times breaking the transformation after being used and leaving the user exhausted. Lastly to prevent extensive damage to the belt, clock up has an imposed limit of 10 seconds before the effects of clock up turn off. Personality: One may consider Richard to be a naive person, since he assumes most people have good intentions at heart. Richard tends to see things in black and white, with the middle ground not existing and him being on the good side. This combined with his tendency to shoot first and ask questions later, makes it very difficult to change his opinions. On the good things about him, he has a strong sense of “justice” and is adamant about helping people he considers innocent. History: Richard didn't had many friends growing up and was constantly bullied at school for it, at first taunting him about his loneliness then escalating into beatings. Telling the teachers only delayed the inevitable for a few days and his parents were always too busy to hear his problems at school, his solution to his problem would come when he was watching “Power riders” his favorite show on TV. If he couldn't make them stop with words or by calling the authority he would have to teach them the meaning of JUSTICE and PEACE by force. It took a few tries and injuries but Richard was able to teach those bullies the meaning of justice after beating them. Surprisingly it worked quite well, who knew that a bat would be a perfect teaching tool? The bullies would stop pestering him after that, though he would gain a quite infamous reputation. Richard only started to care about it when other students came to him to prove the veracity of his reputation. Some wanted to fight him, others wanted help with their problems and despite him initially wanting nothing to do with their needs and wants, he eventually came to like it, as if he was like the heroes he watched. One day an old man in a lab coat approached him after school, identifying himself as Dr. Tanas he offered a part time job to Richard as a security guard of his laboratory, as some teenaagers were causing trouble in there. Not having anything interesting to do in the evenings and wanting to earn some money on his own he accepted. The laboratory was in the slums of the city, many floors underground of a local pharmacy. He was granted a very strange skin-tight uniform, making Richard think that either the doctor had a strange fetish of he had a horrible sense of fashion. Nothing really happened on his shifts, he spent his time at the job looking at his phone while Dr. Tanas was working on his private room. Other guys were there but everytime he tried to talk them they only responded with “EEEEEE” which apart from the maniac laugh that was heard once in awhile from the Doctor where the only sounds in the laboratory. Feeling that he was wasting his time, Richard decided to quit his job. Coming back to the lab at the hour his shift ended to tell Elvid that he was quitting, Richard found the lab in tatters,broken furniture and traces of small fires were present in the laboratory. No traces of the other guys or Dr. Tanas appeared as he aproached the private room of Tanas, where he found three suited guys looking for something on the room. They probably were the teenagers that Dr. Tanas had talked him about, the question was how did they were able to cause this much damage? Giving them a closer look, he noticed their similarity to the protagonists of the power rider series, were they real power riders or just thieves with a cosplay motif? Before he could make any action the men noticed him and began to approach slowly, which Richard took advantage and decided to run as they shouted to him that they were heroes and he didn't need to be scared, which sounded exactly like the thing a bad guy would say. Richard ran through the lab looking for something to beat the crap out of them. Opening the drawers of the small kitchen the lab had, Richard looked for something pointy to defend itself with, instead he found himself with a strange belt with an insect shaped buckle, covered in food stains likely that the Doctor had been working on it while eating. While looking at it, the three men managed to catch up with him, this time keeping their distance. Taking off their wrist braces their suits disappeared in a flash of smoke revealing three men with similar age to him. Still keeping their distance the men explained Richard that they were warriors of justice, tasked by a giant hologram head to defeat Dr. Satan before he used his evil technology to… And that's all that Richard heard before he figured out how to activate the buckle, transform and beat them up before they transformed. Richard didn't know how they expected him to believe some ridiculous story, a doctor named Satan? A giant hologram giving teenagers superpowered armor? but the most damning fact was the lack of a red member of the team of transforming heroes. The lack of any body or evidence could mean that Dr. Tanas escaped though he could only hope for it, feeling pity for him as he was falsely accused of trying to conquer the world just because he had a strange name. Checking in the pockets of the men for something to see if they hadn't taken anything valuable, Richard found instead a letter inviting them to the city hall, to form a group to protect the city from some “Voodoo man”. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place as he finished reading the letter, clearly the voodoo man had brainwashed them to attack the innocent Dr. Tanas. Richard decided to take their place since they were already brainwashed, took their letters and left with the insect belt. Other:
53,265	1,448	24	1,306	383	Neo Priya "Fever" After some of the others had checked the sheet to see what their nicknames were Neo himself went to see what they had given him. It's not like he was a hero anyways, but it would be interesting to see what kind of name they had for him. On scanning through for his name Neo was confused that he hadn't seen it on there. He assumed that if they invited him to this hero's meeting then they would have also given him a nickname. He did his best to keep his tracks covered as a villain as well though, so it wasn't like he had a nickname for that either. Skimming through the list to find his name, and looking over it once more to make sure he didn't miss it Neo slammed the papers on the desk. He then stormed out of Towns Hall since everyone else was also leaving to do their first official group mission, and began walking toward Grove Park. Neo took a few steps, but then came to the realization that grove park wasn't near the area. Pulling out his cellphone Neo accessed MAPS to figure out how long it would take to get to that park walking. "45 MINUTES?!" Clicking the public transportation option Neo huffed at how long it would still take him to get to the park. "By then these clowns would be done with the mission..." There was an UBER option, and though he didn't want to have to use that option as he had no money Neo ended up getting an UBER. I bet if that one guy had thrown me I could have ended up in that park though... Luckily an UBER was already in the parking lot nearby, so it took no time for Neo to get a ride. As he got in the driver confirmed where he was going, and gave him an estimate on how much it would cost. Neo agreed, and the driver started to head to the park. Neo smiled, and waited for the driver to catch the freeway to release his fire power. "So, here's how its going to go down~." He said in a calm tone since he needed the driver not to freak out. "You're going to go as fast as the speed limit allows you to this destination. You're also going to give me a free pass for this one ride, alright?" The driver looked at him like he was joking so Neo pulled out his hand from his sweater pocket, closed one eye, and held a fire ball in his palm. "I said, you're going to drive as fast as the speed limit allows you to this destination, and you're also going to give me a free pass for this one ride, AlRiGHt?" He said the last words as the fire ball turned a dull blue color. Neo also put his hand near the mans right side of his body to let him know this wasn't an illusion. The driver winced, but followed Neo's instructions. As he came to a sudden stop at the parks parking lot Neo opened his other eye, and patted the mans shoulder. The man jumped to where hit his head on the ceiling of the car, so Neo laughed. "Thanks for the free ride, and I'll make sure to put in a great review for your driving!" On getting out of the car Neo peeked back in to say one more thing. "Also, if you say one word about what you saw I'lL fINd yOu, anD GiVe YoU yoUR PuNiShMenT." Then slammed the door. Honestly, he wished he had not turned around at what was going on at the park. A few of the clown hero's were already there at the scene, and on first glance he was speechless. There was food everywhere, and citizens running around like startled ants. It was an unforgettable scene to say the least. Neo rubbed his face a bit at the work he was going to have to do, but the mayor did say they would get paid for their services. He needed some money, so he would do what he could to save these...civilians. Seeing at what had unfolded with the uhm...snake man Neo figured it would have been best if he could find it in his heart to help him. Running towards the snake man Neo stopped instantly when macaroni was flung at him from the air. He looked up to see what looked like a food creature...monster...thing? Whatever it was Neo closed his eye, and released ice at the next incoming macaroni ball. As it froze he quickly got in position to kick it back into the air. What goes up must come down, and down the iced macaroni ball went onto a civilians car. Neo whistled at the damage it had made, and continued to run toward the snake man as the food harpie was distracted by the car's siren. Suddenly, Neo heard someone yell about forming a plan before running into this chaos. "Uhm," He began to yell out. "THAT SOUNDS GREAT AND ALL, BUT HOLD THAT THOUGHT!" As he made it to this monster Neo switched eyes, and threw ice on the food monsters wings. Not forgetting this darn thing had a mouth he made sure to ice it up as well. "MoVE!" he yelled out to warn the snake man as he was about to switch eyes. Taking a step back Neo blasted blue fire from both hands toward the harpie to burn it to a crisp. The bad thing was that since he had used flames this much with this intensity he would only have about 4-5 minutes left to use ice before needing a break. Either that or using the blue flames once more, but he would need to go out with a bang for that to happen. Breaking a sweat Neo took off his glasses, and threw them in his back pocket. "I can already feel the money~."	Neo Priya ☻Nickname(s): Neoteki ☻Villain Name: Fever ☻Hero or Villain?: Villain ☻Gender: Male ☻Age: 21 ☻Sexuality: A-Sexual ☻Appearance: ☻Weapon(s): A simple glock gun. ☻Main Power: Neo has the ability to control fire, or water. He can never control both simultaneously, and only has about a good 10 minutes max for each element before he needs to rest. That is, if he distributes the power equally. If he uses too much ice, then he can only use some fire before having to rest. Neo is not limited to using more power than what 10 minutes gives him, but it does come costly as his eyes play a major role. Depending on which eye he has open decides which element he is going to use, and when he has both eyes open his power can't be used. Not only that, but if he uses more power than what he can use in 10 minutes his eyesight gets worse. ☻Sub Power: Neo has a light voltage on his skin that activates itself when his body goes into overdrive, and starts flooding it with adrenaline. This is either due to fear, or when he is ready to fight so be careful if a prank is going to involve scaring Neo because he can't turn it off unless he calms down either. ☻Personality: Neo is an easily annoyed type of person who has zero tolerance for spicy things. However, he does like to stack up on snacks, and likes to cause mischief when he's bored. He's the kind of person who will skip in front of everyone if he doesn't feel like waiting, but will help an elderly lady cross the street. He knows how to work with others, but doesn't ever fully trust someone. To add the cherry on top Neo tends to be a sort of a flirt, but never seems to want an relationship as he feels that there's no need for it. He's the kind of person who will act before thinking, and wing it. If someone gives him direct orders that presses his buttons, but he does like it when someone follows his orders. During the daytime he wears glasses, but at night he takes them off. Last, but not least Neo likes to lie therefore he is a compulsive liar. ☻History: Neo's mother and father were a super hero pair like no other. One had the intellectual ability to fabricate weapons from their surroundings, and the other had the ability to remember anything. His mother remembered all types of fighting styles, and his father knew how to create guns from grass, and water. It was an interesting childhood to say the least, and a happy one. He was actually the younger one as he had an older brother. His brother was a unique person to say the least due to him having 2 super powers that Neo was not allowed to know. Their parents had trained him to become a great super hero, but he however had not been blessed with gifts. Unlike his brother who attended a special set of schools for the "extra" talented Neo went to a normal school with normal friends. He would go home, and do normal homework a 3rd grader would do. His life had changed when he not only discovered what his brothers talents were, but also who he was using them on. When he had discovered them it had been too late, and therefore he would be thrown into a predicament that he would have never guessed would have happened. It was a Friday evening, and he had been allowed to spend the night at his friends house for the weekend. As a little kid he was happy, but as he grew older he realized that it was a strange situation has his parents never would have allowed him to stay at someones house that long. Though he went to a normal school, and had normal friends it was not for long. They moved often, and his parents had told him the last time he wanted to have a sleep over that he wasn't allowed to since they had just moved to a new area. This time however was different. On arriving to his friends house his parents had bought them snacks, ice cream, and a few movies that they could watch. They had spent half of the night having a good time before the kids parents would send them to bed in a pillow-made fort. It was a perfect sleepover. That is, until an intruder had broken into the house. If not for the loud thud that had occurred on the first floor Neo would not have woken up. He was curious to see what was going on as there were a few more thud noises. It was as if the kids parents were play-fighting in the living room like his parents had always done. All fair in game as they would laugh, joke, and in the end do a kiss that he always said "ew" to. He soon realized that the thuds were not play fighting, and that his brothers powers was not only stealing their powers, but by doing to he took their lives as well. He saw it right before his own eyes. As Neo began to slowly go up the steps in horror his friend had woken up and asked what he was doing awake. His brother reacted to the voice, and caught them before they could even run a few feet. In the end the boy, and him were taken by an "organization" that his brother had a major role in. Turns out that the trips his brother would often take were missions from this organization, and he was to take as many powers as he could and distribute them to children of super heroes whom had none. They were the only children that could withstand the powers force. There, he went through torture, manipulation, conditioning, and battling other villains in training. There, he would damage his eyes, and as a gift for making it as far as he did with the little eyesight he had left he was granted his dual powers. By his brother of course since he not only could take powers, but also put them in some other host. Later, he would realize that his own brother had killed his parents. It wasn't even a secret among the others in the organization, but because the trainee's were in a different facility they didn't know much of what was going on even outside the gates. Neo planned carefully, and in the end killed his brother whom was nearing death. It turned out that taking powers meant that his own life was shortened each time he used his own powers. His life had changed not for the better, but in the end for the worst. ☻Reason for Becoming a Villain: He was trained to become one, and figured since there was already blood on his hands there was no going back. His family was dead, and he was given powers that he was not born with by his own brother. Nothing he could do could make him turn away from what he had been through, and what he can't escape from. ☻Other: He likes ramen, and music. ☻Theme Song:
53,266	1,448	25	800	3,846	"Introducing, a Very Odd Trio!" (I apologize if I missed anyone.) Color Scheme for Dialogue: John,Devan, and Jayce Shenanigans amongst the group had died down with the arrival of their employer, the mayor. God Jayce hated the guy...for only a second until the mention of getting paid entered his ears. Devan of course nodded as he spoke up. "Depending on the amount made Mayor, I'm going to need a portion of his check in order to pay back some damages done to our place of residence...for obvious reasons." Jayce looked over and simply shook his head before looking away, once again pissed off but what else was new. After getting off the ground, John looked over at the mayor and nodded with his usual smile. Jayce of course went to say something back to Violet until the mayor spoke up, causing Jayce to simply result to flipping her off instead. The debriefing otherwise had gone smoothly until the mention of kids caused one of them to outright leave for the situation, earning a raised brow from Devan and John. Jayce on the other hand boiled quietly. Soon they were given the chance to look over their codenames, one of which pissed off the cheerleader, causing her to morph into a beast and take off. Devan made his way to the list and quickly studied the names. Buzzsaw? fitting actually considering his speed and finesse with dual wielding did make him like a living buzzsaw. John then had a glance, slightly confused about his name. Was he really like Dracula though. He didn't drink blood...not that he could remember anyway. Though in a way he was sorta like Dracula, having suspended his victims in a position akin to impalement so he supposed it would work. Then came Jayce. "Krakken!? What the absolute fuck...Couldn't have gone with something like Morpheius or whatever? Fucking Krakken....What bullshit is-" "Well, it sorta does fit...Right Devvy-poo?" Levi shook his head before glancing at the teddy bear. Looking at the name and face he glanced back at bear. The bear has a point. We need a plan or something. It would be ill advised to go in without some sort of combat strategy...Hey! I don't know what you want to be called but I'm up for a plan of attack. Come with us and we'll discuss this on the way." Dev offered Ted a ride on his back so they could all go together. John and Jayce would be slightly behind but for the most part could keep up with him. If Ted got on, Devan would nod to his two friends and they would make their leave with Devan going half speed down the street, weaving through traffic with ease as John and Jayce leapt over cars using speed and parkour. So Ted...I figured your name would be just a shorten version of what you are...or were...Anyway, me and my brothers are up close fighters, minus Jayce who is more of a versatile fighter. I was thinking about drawing the attention to us while you and the others rally together to form a better strategy while using us as decoys. I'm not opposed to it and I doubt the others will be, especially Krakken back there....the one who made the spikes from his body. John is a bit more on the crazy side so I see him hanging in until the end and as for me I have speed and precision on my side. I don't know what your capabilities are but I'm sure you can add to this plan right?" Devan left the rest of it open forum so the bear could put his two sense in and offer opinions to the plan as they neared the park. It would seem chaos was the word to fit what was happening at the park with flying food monsters and fat people pulling them out of silver pots. Devan, John and Jayce arrived with (possibly) Ted at the park. The trio began making their way to the center of it all. Devan withdrew his two blades, turning the one in his right into a reversed grip. Jayce stayed in the middle, his back began morphing first as metallic like tendrils began coming fourth until they enveloped his body, his right arm replaced with a whip like thing and his left a massive blade. John rolled up his sleeves as he brought his ring knife to both of his forearms, each stream of blood turning into their own respectable bloody blades. "I suppose we have a plan in place, hm?" John glanced over at Devan with a raised brow. Devan nodded. We going to decoy for the time being until the others can regroup and hopefully attempt to work together." From behind the biogenerated armor Jayce rolled his eyes. "So basically we're gonna fuck this dude up until they stop grab-assing then right? Tough shit for them...they ain't getting a hit on the guy then. Let's do this shit." And with that they moved in. God he's fat... God he's fat... God he's fat... They thought in unison as they watched the crazed cook attack people with his own food. Mongrel was blown away by that other chick. Someone was simply yelling at the guy and- This is bullshit... No sense of direction... God he's fat... Devan looked at Jayce. Distract the harpies and him while we move in for the flank, give'em everything you got." Jayce nodded before Devan looked at John with a nod and they both took off running in different directions with the intent on catching him by surprise from behind. "Hey asswipe! Fight me!" With that he let his whip fist fly towards one of the harpies, causing it to explode into a disgust mess on the ground. He kept moving in in an attempt to draw Potluck's attention to himself. Once again Jayce shot out his whip fist but now aimed at the silver pot that Potluck held. It would only be moments before Dracula and Buzzsaw would make their way around. Buzzsaw and Dracula had managed to make their way around in record time and charged forwad from behind, John leading the charge. John lept up, aiming the crimson blade at the back of Potluck's neck well Buzzsaw dashed forward, spinning at high speeds, his blades aimed at Potluck's sides. Whether or not Potluck saw or heard them wouldn't be made clear until now.	Real Name: Johnathan Francis Ives Nickname(s): Johnny-B, Johnny Boy, John, Dickwad, Assweasel, Jeff (J.F), Serial Number 183348-529-S Hero Name: Dracula Gender: Male Age: 27 Appearance: Standing in at a slightly lanky 6'5", Johnathan doesn't seem to be much of an intimidation when weighing in around 150lbs but it isn't his body structure that is intimidating. It is his blackish eyes, greyish skin and eerie lifeless smile that rests on his face most of the time. His haircut slightly matches that of Devan's with the exception of the higher and tighter shave towards the top, allowing the middle part lay long and low, flowing slightly over one eye or the other, depending on his posture. Sexuality: Bisexual Weapon(s): 2x Boot Knives 2x knuckle dusters 1x Ring knife Main Power: Blood Manipulation (Hematokenesis): For John, Blood manipulation allows him to manipulate the blood that runs through his system in an external method such as the creation of blades, shields, spears and in an internal method by increasing the density of his blood to create a slightly stronger epidermis. However, he is only limited to how much blood is in his system. Sub Power: Blood Pressure Manipulation: As a by-product of being able to control his own blood, he has gained the ability to increase its pressure, allowing him access to enhanced speed and strength but not to the degree of others whose main ability is that of super strength or super speed. Personality: He has quite the calm demeanor despite his horrid past. Although, it tends to lean towards the creepier side of things with his slightly monotone yet upbeat voice. He never seems to have a purpose and tends to react on impulse, adding to his slight unpredictability. However, he is always up for a talk on intellect and abstract thinking as he enjoys things like that but in actuality he is slightly deranged so its more thoughts of a madman than anything else. He considers his friends Jayce and Devan as brothers and occasionally Devan as a lover, mostly to just get a negative reaction out of him. He prefers to follow the Fibonacci effect, spiraling out of normalcy in the hopes to find a higher enlightenment through reading and meditation. Training is important to him but he strays away sometimes, opting to watch the sky or something else. His combative side on the other hand is rather cold and ruthless, holding no remorse or regret behind every action as he sees every action as something inevitable, Something that was to come but only time was the key to when. Finally, should one ever truly rile him up on the battlefield, he does hold a sort of psychotic bloodlust that sends him into a frenzy, earning him the moniker amongst his friends, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. The adrenaline, the rapid heartbeat and the physical pain that accompanies battle makes him feel alive once more. History: All that is known about him is that Devan and himself were friends when they were younger living in Iowa. It wasn't until later in John's life when certain events began to happen did he break away from their ties and fell off the grid, only to return in handcuffs with cameras on him years later. In the span of 7 years he had killed 39 people, all associated with child molestation, kidnapping and murder. Devan and him have regained their bonds with each other and in the process a third companion who had recently joined them since the appearance of the Voodoo Man. Possibly one of the more dangerous individuals of the group, he had been on death row for some time before he was expunged of his crimes due to the Governments need for him. Although, he doesn't deny what he did, simply opting to refuse to answer. His backstory is of darkness, tragedy and anger, abuse and violence that he wishes to never relive but he does, with each kill, with each heartbeat. After the recent attacks from the Voodoo Man and an encounter with one of them with the shadow of death looming over him, he feels alive again so this is why he went along with the Government's project. If one is lucky to get to get close to him, one may actually learn of his backstory and what made him the way he was. Other: My mind tends to drift sometime into the vast space of my psyche... APPROVED VIA PMs Real Name: Devan Levi Marshall Nickname(s): Devvy-boo, Dev, Levi, Motherfucker, Asshole Hero Name: Buzz Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: Barely standing at 5'8" and 120lbs, this little guy adorns lazy sunken eyes and weary look, mostly thanks to morons one and two (John and Jayce). John's haircut is styled after Devan's but the difference being that Devan's hair (faded along the sides leaving longer hair up top) is much better kempt than his friend John's. His casual wear includes a greenish sports jacket, red shirt, tan cargo pants and green shoes. However, when on a job he wears his tactical gear. Sexuality: Straight Weapon(s): 2x Ninjato 2x Daggers Main Power: Super speed: His muscular system is a bit different than others, being very lean yet dense, allowing his body to move and react quicker than most and run incredible speeds. He has only once ever broken the sound barrier but has yet to do it again. However, due to this he now knows what he is capable of, but at a cost. To understand what this means, one must look once again at his genetic makeup. His heart beats at a normal rate, twice as fast as a normal human's would, but when exerting any form of physical stress it triples or quadruples in speed in order to keep up with the need for oxygen in the body and for his systems. However, despite having a body lean and made for this high speed maneuvering, his internal organs are only slightly enhanced to keep up with him so he ahs a higher chance of having a heart attack should he exceed too much force on his body, having come close to one when he did break the sound barrier. Sub Power: Adrenal Activation: In conjunction with his natural super speed, his body excretes extremely high doses of adrenaline from his adrenal glands, allowing him to see and react normally in the high speed maneuvering. It can be seen in his eyes as he cans a second, third and forth pupil, all registering what is happening like a high speed camera. Personality: Devan is (usually) the level headed one of the three and can be seen in his actions and mannerisms when talking to the other two. He is the leader of their group and it is apparent when he has to discipline the two. Devan isn't a very talkative individual, tending to give short answers or looks accompanied by shrugs, rolls of the eyes or simply walking away. However, he always on his toes, ready for what is to come History: Devan is aware of the Judicial system as he has been in and out of jail many times thanks to his violent past starting with a B&E in some yuppie's house. it had grown from there into pickpocketing, theft and arson though his arson consisted of mostly small fires in public parks. Funny enough his first arson charge wasn't even meant to be out of any negative emotion but rather to help out some homeless person stay warm. When his childhood friend John disappeared of the face of the world, he worried about his safety and had for some time. That was until he saw him on the news, handcuffed with the title, The Phantom Killer has been Caught. After finding out where he was staying, he made sure to visit him and when he did he slowly began to learn about his past and how messed up it had been, answering his questions about why he disappeared. The rekindling of their friendship would grow even more when they had released him after Voodoo Man's arrival. John had been given a chance to make amends by taking this villain out and if so would have his sentence expunged. As of now Devan is not only a brother to John, but a handler in a sense by the government. Other: Accepted Via PM Real Name: Jayce Pearsons Nickname(s): Noodles, King of the Tentacle Hentai, Jayce, Jay-Bird, Asshat Hero Name: Krakken Gender: Whatever he's in the fucking mood for (literally) Age: 25 Appearance: Jayce (usually) stands at around 6'3" and 250lbs making him the bulkier of the three. Thanks to his mutation, he technically doesn't wear clothing but rather creates it from his own body. Sexuality: Yes Weapon(s): None Main Power: Biokenesis: Jayce has mastery over his own biomass, capable of manipulating and creating it to whatever he needs whether it is for offensive, defensive, support or utility reasons. He is able to weaponize himself in order to defend his life. Capable of making melee weapons, shields, armor and other varied utilities, he can be a nuisance on the battlefield should one come across him. Long periods of time using his abilities will drain him. High doses of electricity can shut him down. Sub Power: Because of his mastery over his body, he has also gained as a byproduct increased physical attributes. Personality: Short-tempered, arrogant, loyal, trustworthy History: Jayce for the most part comes from a wealthy family that is somewhat dysfunctional as consistent fighting amongst the parents due to his very unique mutation that had in turn caused him to lash out in public, inevitably getting police involved in many incidents and the media plastering stories over the internet and news. This had gone on for some time until the appearance of the Voodoo Man and his minions were he had wished he had a closer relationship with his family. The Voodoo Man had taken his family and he has yet to hear from them. As being directly affected by the Voodoo Man, the government had asked for him to assist them, considering that his mutation is a bit of a dangerous one but knew of two others that he could get along well with. Soon after meeting up with Devan and John, the connection between the three grew. He hopes he can find out any information pertaining to his family and their disappearance. Other: Approval via PM
53,267	1,448	26	315	290	Mongrel was just a tad engrossed with its gross meal from the garbage can. As Mongrel flew with her head still in the garbage can there were a flurry of thoughts occurring as the werewolf began to set new priorities as it was not able to scavenge in peace. Landing down and crushing one of the wooden benches, splattering several food dishes at nearby civilians still fleeing from the scene, Mongrel began growling loudly. As she began frantically shaking her head, it appeared that the garbage can refused to come off. Again Mongrel repeated the motions, and this time the garbage can came flying off and spiraled in a random direction. The beast's pupils were dilated as she snarled out, drool dripping from her fangs assessing the scene. There were even more new prey besides those harpies constructed of food; but these were not Mongrel's target. For none of these prey animals made a deliberate attempt to threaten the beast or its food source. The creature growled as she saw the creature that screamed earlier; she had found the ring rat which dared to challenge this apex predator. Licking at its chops, Mongrel bolted at Molly and lunged at her with fangs bared to chomp down on Molly's posterior.	Real Name: Kimberly Hawkins Nickname(s): Princess, Alpha Bitch, Kimmie, Kim Hero Name: Mongrel Gender: Female Age: 19 Appearance: Sexuality: Cute and/or Handsome Individuals Weapon(s): Carries Pepper-spray Main Power: Werewolf Form - Willingly or (usually the case) unwillingly Kimberly transforms into a bestial werewolf with vicious and brutish strength with which she can tear through metal, chew through bone, long leaps towards prey, alongside other such feats of might. Sub Power: Monstrous Mind - The mind of a Werewolf Mutant is an easy yet complicated subject, which is very devoted. As such it scrambles any attempts of telepathy to read or influence. Personality: Kimberly is quite simply put a narcissist. She is incredibly vain in regards to her appearance and status among others. Often she acts with perky and ditzy front in an attempt to gain sympathy, attention and good thoughts among peers. But this belies the impishness of her character, as she has few qualms about using people and then stabbing them in the back. While she is mostly in things for herself and could care less about others, she does seem to genuinely care about whoever is part of her cheerleading squad at the time. But that could likely be chalked up to that however they look will rub off on her. As the Mongrel her behavior is much more simplistic. While Kimberly could possibly keep the instincts in check, this hardly ever happens. Mongrel is driven by the primary goals of conquering threats and hunting prey to feast. These two desires are gone after through fairly simplistic means of asserting their strength to accomplish the single-minded goals the Mongrel has at heart. If clearly outmatched, Mongrel will take the flight option of 'Fight v Flight' History: Kimberly Hawkins was born in the lap of luxury near the beaches of Cali. Her father was a ruthless venture capitalist, and her mother was a no nonsense corporate lawyer. Truly Kimberly was born in a family that were excellent at demonstrating empathy. For the most part Kimberly was a latch-key kid who was free to do all sorts of things. With this time, Kimberly Hawkins plotted and schemed the way for her to become the absolute top of the social hierarchy as the family funds were not enough. That's when she knew she needed to become a cheerleader, the Captain above all the others. She spent countless hours training, learning routines and dedicating her body to be prepared for the craft. She breezed through tryouts with her skills alongside sabotaging any who could provide a decent competition for her destined spot as the Captain. Kimberly then proceeded to dominate her social circles and rule with an iron fist. But such acts of politicking were not enough to lead us to where she is today. For that we must learn about how she came into contact with the Voodoo Man's insidious ways, and how the Mongrel came to be. That time came again where Kimberly needed to show why she needed to be the Captain of the squad. However through horrible and most sinister machinations, Kimberly was outperformed by a new girl who just moved into town, clearly by orders of the Voodoo Man in order to ruin the sanctity of this organization and destroy their chances to win at the out of state competition. The coach insisted that Kimberly could still be Vice Captain. She snapped and transformed into the Werewolf known as Mongrel and caused a ruckus. She couldn't show her face there again or be a part of the squad, let alone lead it. Leaving in shame, Kimberly Hawkins swore vengeance against the Voodoo Man and all of his minions. Luckily her quest would not just remain the angry complaints of a teenager for she was found by the group of Generation X who were after the same goal. But of course their goal was not as important because they weren't Kimberly; still she'll take what she can get. Other: Generation X! Generation X! Let's go fight! Show our might!
53,268	1,448	27	2,587	440	VILLAIN: POTLUCK Potluck was busy shoving barbecued ribs into his pot when a voice caught his attention. "Hey fatty! Potluck frantically looked around-- who was fat? He was only BIG BONED! He cast a sharp glare toward Veronica while dropping another rack of ribs into his pot. "Your food is so horrible it grew wings so it could literally get away from you--" "Hey now, that's not nic--" Potluck began but Veronica went on, not hearing him. "How pathetic of a cook are you?" The words echoed within Potluck's mind quietly, the chaos around him drifting away as Veronica continued throwing insults. He clenched his fist. "Did you seriously think anyone in the whole world would want to any of that garbage?" Potluck's knees felt week-- so so weak. He trembled slightly and almostfell to the grass. "I bet that is where you got your ingredients, the landfill!" As Potluck smashed his hands against his ears, smearing barbecue sauce all over his face, he still could not block out the sound of Veronica's voice as she continued. "Starving people in the third world would rather starve to death than eat the food you cooked." Tears began to well up in Potluck's eyes. His cheeks burned and the world started to blur as he sniffed, heavily, trying to keep himself together. His fury was starting to crumble-- collapse inward upon itself under the weight of the insults. And then Veronica said: "Who taught you to cook a sewer rat?" "N-NO! MY--" he took a deep breath "--GRANDMA TAUGHT ME--" he choked on his words, coughed, then his tears began to pour. Potluck collapsed over his pot and began sobbing uncontrollably. His face twisted into a horrible bunch of wrinkles and sweat, snot and tears streamed freely, as he wailed into his cook pot. How could anyone in the world be this mean? And she hadn't even tried his food-- maybe? He wasn't sure! Potluck didn't know anything at the moment-- only that he could feel his heart breaking into a million little pieces. Then his whole body began to shake-- Potluck blinked. No. His body wasn't shaking, it was his cook pot that was. The whole object was heating up and vibrating erratically as he cried into it. A burst of white light blinded Potluck briefly before a pig-like shriek called out from within the depths of the pot. He tried to free himself from the ropes which attached him to the pot-- a burst of blue light beamed from the pot and halted his efforts. AND THEN those dudes came -- "Hey asswipe! Fight me!" A loud CLANG sounded from the cook pot as it was hit by the whip-like tentacles, weirdly refusing to move from the motion, but Potluck himself was certainly knocked a bit off balance. Potluck took one good look at Jace and everything in his mind screamed FLEE. He turned rather quickly around, tripped over his own feet, as a tornado of blades came toward him. Potluck stumbled and tumbled over himself and the pot very ungracefully in a way that managed to help him avoid the attacks from both John and Devan-- very unintentional clumsiness followed by rolling around was probably not in their attack plan. Still, he did catch a bit of John's attack, resulting in some blood spilled into the pot. A horribly monstrous screech sounded from the cook-pot, causing Potluck, sprawled out and crying on the ground, to make every panicked attempt to separate himself from said pot. Alas, he wasn't quick enough. DIRE BEAST SPAWNED: BBQ RIBS BEAST A bony claw shot from the pot, planting itself in the ground, before a massive hoof stepped out, and soon the rest of the creature followed. Hot barbecue sauce trailed from the tips of pointed bones and disjointed limbs as the beast took a bipedal stance. It towered over the park at a massive height of twenty feet with a heavy girth made of twisted barbecued flesh. A pigs head was positioned at the top of a row of misaligned bone, above an open mockery of a chest. Ivory ribs were freely exposed, sharpened as if they were teeth, and they moving back and fourth like the teeth of a great maw, as if ready to consume anything it could directly. Two large arms, made out of a strange mixture of bones, ended in too many sharp and bony fingers to be correct-- a third arm sprouted from the creature's back with another pig's head for a hand. Bubbling hot barbecue could be seen churning within that exposed cavity, looking horrendously hot, from the nature of the steam and smoke pouring from it. The pig's head had four eyes, tusks, and a nose which spewed barbecue sauce. The creature made a horrendous noise-- a sharp pitched pig's squeal-- which was loud enough to echo ever so slightly across the park. Rage filled and ready to wreak havoc, the BBQ Ribs-Beast stomped fourth, spilling boiling sauce with each step... All this and it still smelled like delicious cooked ribs. For some reason, the beast gives off the vibe that it can only effectively be stopped if it could be completely torn apart and it's two heads shattered. Weird vibe, huh? No matter what the people thought of this horrible beast, it was clear that it was far tougher than anything else that had been summoned. Oh and, uh, there probably needed to be some heroism thrown at it like. Right now. Potluck meanwhile, was trying to crawl away to take shelter beneath a broken BBQ stand-- still crying but this time out of fear. He repositioned the pot to rest on his back, giving him the appearance of a very pitiful baby turtle. Seems he was absolutely terrified of what came out of the pot. -Veronica made Potluck cry. -Potluck managed to avoid being immediately killed by tripping over his own feet and falling down. -Spilled blood and tears into the cook-pot summoned a 20ft tall monster. -A BOSS BATTLE class BBQ Pig-Beast has been spawned. Weaknesses: The 2 heads and disassembly. -Potluck is AFRAID.	Character Has Been Accepted Via PM's with the GM. Rhyme time. Real Name: Unknown Nickname(s): Unknown Villain Name: Starless Knight Villain: BAD. SO BAD. Gender: Not Apparent (Any pronoun is fine) Age: Not Apparent Appearance: Starless Knight stands at an impressive height, towering over most people, and constantly banging their head into doorways (8ft tall precisely). Their silver armor is dull and doesn't look to be entirely metal-- almost as if it were made from something semi-organic-- and it's slightly warm to the touch. A large claw, spiked, acting as a form of shield, is what their left arm has transformed into. Their right arm ends at the wrist and turns into a lance from there, fully attached to their being. A mane of fibers extends from the base of their helmet, made from the same odd material as their body, which possesses the ability to act as a barrier or a whip to deflect projectiles. Two silver orbs glow from within the dark recess of the "helmet" which act as eyes. Every bit of the armor has no clear means of removal, heavily implying that it is part of the Starless Knight's body, instead of traditional assembled armor. A large chain with a dazzling blue gem is worn around the Starless Knight's neck and it is unbearably cold to the touch. Sexuality: HONORABLE! Asexual Weapon(s): Arm Lance. Arm Shield. Whip like "hair". Main Power: - Light Of The Stars - The lance can become empowered and glow a bright white making it both an eyesore and able to hit twice as hard as it otherwise can. It also has an advantage against shadow or darkness based abilities and can act as a pretty cool night light, if needed. - Coldness of Space - The chill of a starless void accompanies the Starless Knight's presence. When unleashed in full, the power of the gem worn around their neck empowers their attacks with ice based elemental abilities. The Starless Knight gets creative with the attacks-- freezing the ground, tossing around gusts of sub-zero winds, and even coating themselves in ice as an armor of sorts. Temperatures continue to sink in a large radius around the Starless Knight until the gem's power is deactivated. Sub Power: - Tough As Armor - Starless Knight's body is extremely tough-- made of a material that rivals that of titanium. This means it's definitely not impossible to break, dent, or penetrate. - Too Much Stamina - Running extreme distances, fighting hard for long periods of time, and not sleeping for days accompanies Starless Knight's abilities. They can become tired, of course, but it takes a large amount of exertion to do so. This results in day or longer resting periods. - Transformed State - Rumor has it that Starless Knight possesses the ability to transform into something else... hopefully nothing stronger than what they currently are. Personality: The honorable Starless Knight acts from a place of old school "chivalry" and upstanding morality. Constantly insisting that the evildoers must be purged, Starless Knight tirelessly hunts down heroes, meeting them on even ground and challenging them to combat. They don't like to take the lives of innocents, the defenseless, the otherwise helpless, and take a large amount of care not to cause unnecessary damage to the town or anyone's property. Starless Knight has been seen saving people from other villains on several occasions-- even going so far as to kill said villains, when their crimes were particularly heinous. As far as the Starless Knight is concerned, if you wield a weapon against them, you have declared yourself a threat-- capable of defending yourself-- and should either run or face elimination. They do not hold back their abilities when necessary and will use every ounce of their power if need be-- that being said, the Starless Knight doesn't believe in excessive force, dirty fighting, or "messy kills." In Starless Knight's eyes, your end will be swift, neat, and justified. History: Unknown. However, a peculiar missing person's report cropped up around the same time the Starless Knight appeared. It could be coincidental or related... depends on interpretation, really. (PM if you want to work out how your character may be able to obtain the details.) Reason for Becoming a Villain: Voodoo man dun up n wiggle waggle fingers mind control Behold Starless Knight, puppet of the Voodoo Man. Their intentions were once angry, spiteful, but good. Starless Knight was focused only on becoming a better hero than any others-- better than the ones that had disappointed the person they used to be. This made Starless Knight all too easy to manipulate into villainy. The Voodoo man offered them power enough to become a better hero-- power to freeze enemies in their tracks. The more heroes they defeated, the more Starless Knight's views twisted horribly-- No hero is good enough! All the weaker ones must be eliminated, else they hurt or harm those they mean to protect. So long as the Starless Knight is able to fight and win against heroes, they will continue their hunt, weeding out the weak from the strong, and crushing those up and coming vigilantes and do-gooders deemed unworthy. Starless Knight feels as if they will eventually be the last hero standing-- the only one capable of doing any good-- and then, only then, will the city and it's people be safe. Other: - Critical Weakness To Fire - Small exposure is okay. Maybe even standing in a fire... but being constantly heated for prolonged periods of time without any let up? You want a melted Knight? That's how you get a melted knight. - Lightning Rod - Lightning and electrical based attacks WILL hit Starless Knight with 100% accuracy every time. Prolonged exposure to lightning or electricity causes the same effects as prolonged exposure to flame. See above. - TOO MUCH HONOR - If someone yields to Starless Knight and begs to be spared, more than likely, Starless Knight will let them live, but only if they "swear on their honor" that they will abide by whatever Starless Knight demands of them. However, fool them once and you don't get a twice. Character has been Accepted Via PM's with GM's.
53,269	1,448	28	2,587	440	Richard Scott The mayor had finally come, and while he didn't approve of Richard's method to bond with teammates, he seemed like a person trying his best to help his citizens. Looking over at the name list he found that he was assigned the name “Kickhopper” which seemed relatively fitting once he thought about it, on his armored jump he could jump really high, which meant he could kick really hard. Looking around at the people who were already leaving, Richard decided that it was time to go too, grabbing his steel bat and jumping from the window. Using his enhanced jumping height Richard leaped from building to building until he arrived at the park. “I should have called an Uber or something” Richard said tired from all the jumping. Finally catching up with his peers Richard analyzed the situation, the villain was getting both emotional and physical damage from his teammates, so it was best that he didn't interrupt them. This left taking on the remaining harpies as his only task available, but before he could begin his task he heard a growling sound. That sound belonging to the BBQ monster-thing that had appeared. Something so beautiful as a BBQ monster shouldn't be used for evil, he thought to himself as his stomach growled from the smell. Snapping back to reality he briefly considered to leap onto it and beat it with his bat, but the heat would probably melt him and his bat before he could do significant damage. A plan would be needed to fight that monstrosity, so he spoke to the heroes already present “Okay we need to cool down this BBQ thing if we even think of getting near it, do we have some sort of Iceman? or shall we call the firefighters to hose down that thing like shamu splashes the first rows at SeaWorld and cool it down enough to teach it some JUSTICE through force” Adding in his mind “And eat it afterwards"	Character Has Been Accepted Via PM's with the GM. Rhyme time. Real Name: Unknown Nickname(s): Unknown Villain Name: Starless Knight Villain: BAD. SO BAD. Gender: Not Apparent (Any pronoun is fine) Age: Not Apparent Appearance: Starless Knight stands at an impressive height, towering over most people, and constantly banging their head into doorways (8ft tall precisely). Their silver armor is dull and doesn't look to be entirely metal-- almost as if it were made from something semi-organic-- and it's slightly warm to the touch. A large claw, spiked, acting as a form of shield, is what their left arm has transformed into. Their right arm ends at the wrist and turns into a lance from there, fully attached to their being. A mane of fibers extends from the base of their helmet, made from the same odd material as their body, which possesses the ability to act as a barrier or a whip to deflect projectiles. Two silver orbs glow from within the dark recess of the "helmet" which act as eyes. Every bit of the armor has no clear means of removal, heavily implying that it is part of the Starless Knight's body, instead of traditional assembled armor. A large chain with a dazzling blue gem is worn around the Starless Knight's neck and it is unbearably cold to the touch. Sexuality: HONORABLE! Asexual Weapon(s): Arm Lance. Arm Shield. Whip like "hair". Main Power: - Light Of The Stars - The lance can become empowered and glow a bright white making it both an eyesore and able to hit twice as hard as it otherwise can. It also has an advantage against shadow or darkness based abilities and can act as a pretty cool night light, if needed. - Coldness of Space - The chill of a starless void accompanies the Starless Knight's presence. When unleashed in full, the power of the gem worn around their neck empowers their attacks with ice based elemental abilities. The Starless Knight gets creative with the attacks-- freezing the ground, tossing around gusts of sub-zero winds, and even coating themselves in ice as an armor of sorts. Temperatures continue to sink in a large radius around the Starless Knight until the gem's power is deactivated. Sub Power: - Tough As Armor - Starless Knight's body is extremely tough-- made of a material that rivals that of titanium. This means it's definitely not impossible to break, dent, or penetrate. - Too Much Stamina - Running extreme distances, fighting hard for long periods of time, and not sleeping for days accompanies Starless Knight's abilities. They can become tired, of course, but it takes a large amount of exertion to do so. This results in day or longer resting periods. - Transformed State - Rumor has it that Starless Knight possesses the ability to transform into something else... hopefully nothing stronger than what they currently are. Personality: The honorable Starless Knight acts from a place of old school "chivalry" and upstanding morality. Constantly insisting that the evildoers must be purged, Starless Knight tirelessly hunts down heroes, meeting them on even ground and challenging them to combat. They don't like to take the lives of innocents, the defenseless, the otherwise helpless, and take a large amount of care not to cause unnecessary damage to the town or anyone's property. Starless Knight has been seen saving people from other villains on several occasions-- even going so far as to kill said villains, when their crimes were particularly heinous. As far as the Starless Knight is concerned, if you wield a weapon against them, you have declared yourself a threat-- capable of defending yourself-- and should either run or face elimination. They do not hold back their abilities when necessary and will use every ounce of their power if need be-- that being said, the Starless Knight doesn't believe in excessive force, dirty fighting, or "messy kills." In Starless Knight's eyes, your end will be swift, neat, and justified. History: Unknown. However, a peculiar missing person's report cropped up around the same time the Starless Knight appeared. It could be coincidental or related... depends on interpretation, really. (PM if you want to work out how your character may be able to obtain the details.) Reason for Becoming a Villain: Voodoo man dun up n wiggle waggle fingers mind control Behold Starless Knight, puppet of the Voodoo Man. Their intentions were once angry, spiteful, but good. Starless Knight was focused only on becoming a better hero than any others-- better than the ones that had disappointed the person they used to be. This made Starless Knight all too easy to manipulate into villainy. The Voodoo man offered them power enough to become a better hero-- power to freeze enemies in their tracks. The more heroes they defeated, the more Starless Knight's views twisted horribly-- No hero is good enough! All the weaker ones must be eliminated, else they hurt or harm those they mean to protect. So long as the Starless Knight is able to fight and win against heroes, they will continue their hunt, weeding out the weak from the strong, and crushing those up and coming vigilantes and do-gooders deemed unworthy. Starless Knight feels as if they will eventually be the last hero standing-- the only one capable of doing any good-- and then, only then, will the city and it's people be safe. Other: - Critical Weakness To Fire - Small exposure is okay. Maybe even standing in a fire... but being constantly heated for prolonged periods of time without any let up? You want a melted Knight? That's how you get a melted knight. - Lightning Rod - Lightning and electrical based attacks WILL hit Starless Knight with 100% accuracy every time. Prolonged exposure to lightning or electricity causes the same effects as prolonged exposure to flame. See above. - TOO MUCH HONOR - If someone yields to Starless Knight and begs to be spared, more than likely, Starless Knight will let them live, but only if they "swear on their honor" that they will abide by whatever Starless Knight demands of them. However, fool them once and you don't get a twice. Character has been Accepted Via PM's with GM's.
53,270	1,448	29	2,356	5,036	Vivian - On a Run Life was good, this is how Vivian's day started out. It always was good when she managed to make it out of the house without destroying something. Of course she lived in something more akin to a hidden bunker that her parents left her. Their old hideout as it turned out. Metropolis was their old stomping grounds but still a new place to Vivian. Supposedly there weren't any heroes left so this place should be a starting point for the young villain. Having only really been there a couple weeks she'd spent her time scoping things out. That's what her parents would have done. But as of yet there was no target in particular for her to attack. "Lay low." Her parents would tell her. "Scope things out and try not to draw too much attention." Good advice, although the green villainess wasn't much one for being passive for very long. All this to say that she did not receive a letter or know about the whole assembling of heroes and the events currently transpiring. "Yes, one day soon they will know my name." The girl giggled to herself. Dramaticism was not her strong suit and the silliness amused her. That was not the plan for today. No she was doing something average today, running. Well maybe not entirely average. Along her run she'd already managed to damage a light pole that was now leaning to one side, cause a traffic accident, and accidently push someone into a creek while crossing a bridge. But no one stopped her so things must be up. There was only the slightest thrill when she heard sirens approaching. When they passed though the mood dulled. Actually there were quite a few emergency vehicles passing by. What could be up? Was there some competition in this town for biggest villain? Wait, duh, of course there was. This was Metropolis after all. Ol' Voodoo Man himself had already contacted her. How in the world he found out who she was or why she was there confounded the girl. Where were we again? Ah yes, the sirens. Something was going on and Vivian wanted to know what. Another cop car was coming up and she stepped in its path, holding out a hand to signal stop. She probably should have done it a tad sooner because the driver barely had time to swerve to one side and caused the car to roll. Out of no act of kindness the car suddenly stopped as it was caught before it landed on its roof. "Hey, can you tell me what's going on?" Despite being stopped the roll had the officers slightly dazed. The driver and his partner were met staring upside down at a pink haired teen who was asking a question. "What the hell? Are you crazy kid? You could have been killed." "Pff, you're silly. Don't you know... uh, nevermind. Are you going to tell me what's going on?" C'mon, don't have all day. It was at this point where the officers realized that this girl was holding the car on its edge by basically leaning against it. This put their heads level with Vivian's but still flipped over. Was she one of those new supers the mayor was trying to assemble? "There's an attack going on at Good Grove Park. Some bad super able to making creatures out of food. Shouldn't you be there already?" Cocking her head to one side Vivian looked distant. "Should I?" Another super on attack though, that sounded interesting. Her face lit up and she smiled to the officers. "Thanks for the info." Without a second though she stepped back and dropped the car leaving the men and vehicle turned over. This she wanted to see. Vivian - Good Grove Park Making a B-line for the park the sight before her caused her pause. Utter chaos was on display. What was even going on? How many supers were in on this? There's a giant food monster! Is that a werewolf? IS THAT A TEDDY BEAR BRANDISHING A GUN!? For a while Vivian just stood there, arms raised from her sides slightly, mouth agape, and eyes shining. "This place is amazing! Who even... what? The shock and awe dies down but the girl was shivering with excitement. What should she do? There was no way to really tell who was friend or foe. All except the food guy perhaps. Even then it was kind of hard to tell. "Alright Vi. Calm down. Don't get caught up in the moment." The attempt to talk herself out of jumping into the fray fell on her own deaf ears. Screw it. Her hair shimmering slightly she pushed off the ground and rocketed herself into the air. Her arc meant she should hopefully land on the big pig-food-monster-thing. Was that BBQ she smelled? There was her target and she was coming down now. Closer, closer, no wait wait! And she missed. Coming down hard she landed in the wreckage on one of the other BBQ stalls and all the contents exploded outward in a shower of debris. That could have gone better. Standing up she lifted a piece of brisket off of her shoulder. Now she kind of wished she was here for whatever was going on before all this craziness showed up, it smelled great. Time to reassess... Nope, still no telling who's what. "Yeah... No jumping into this was a bad idea. Good job Vi, not really doing yourself any favors. Oh well. So at this point she hadn't really accomplished much other than perhaps draw attention to herself. Speaking of which one of the two remaining food harpy must have spotted her on the way down because it swooped low and spewed the molten macaroni like a carpet bomber. "What the fu..." Hair shimmering, Vivian's words cut off when she was smothered by the food. Damn that stuff it hot! Even with her resistance she could feel it trying to boil her alive. Diving out of the pool of deadly cuisine Vivian tumbled and whirled around to get it off. She snatched a water cooler and poured it's contents over herself to cool off. The lid she ripped off got tossed into the next district. "Alright fine, playtime." Taking aim and hurled the plastic water cooler at the thing that just attacked her with blatant disregard of whoever else might be nearby attacking it.	Approved via PM with the understanding of not going overboard. Real Name: Vivian Sharbalt Nickname(s): Vivi, Vi Villain Name: Terror Hero or Villain?: Villain Gender: Female Age: 15 Appearance: 5' 2" with an average but lean build. She tends to wear body suits emulating her mother, albeit a lot brighter. The jacket is her own little flare. She is naturally blonde but dyes her hair pink. The yellow shimmer however occurs on its own and gets more intense the more her powers are exerted. Sexuality: Oblivious Weapon(s): Herself Main Power: Sub-supreme force and resistance: She inherited the powers of her parents but lacks the control and grace of either. Able to generate her own force she can lift and move ridiculous amounts of weight. Conversely she is able to resist almost anything making her neigh invulnerable and in some cases unmovable. These two abilities combine to allow her some oddly confusing interactions such as "flight" by generating vertical and horizontal force while resisting gravity to make herself essentially weightless. All of the above said she would be insanely powerful if she were more aware of her capabilities and not inept. There is also the fact that she has a finite amount of energy to use her powers that takes time to replenish. So prolonged use of her powers can leave her without the ability to generate or resist force. Sub Power: Willpower: The level of her force and resistance, while never actually going away, does depends on her will. While she can tear apart vehicles with her bare hands and stop a speeding train just by standing in its path her will is the linchpin. If she isn't paying attention or can be convinced she can't do something with her powers then she won't be able to, even though she is quite capable. That is why she could be trapped by a paper sack if only she could be convinced of it. Mind you that might not work forever, it is paper after all and she might just get out by accident, perhaps try something a little more durable. Likewise with her resistance, while she might not actually sustain any injury, her naive and gullible nature could allow someone to hurt or move her. Personality: Cheerful, playful, energetic, naive, and childish. Vivian does not plan things ahead and often acts on impulse. She also isn't the brightest which often shows when her impromptu plans go ary. She is often oblivious to her surroundings and finds that people trying to stop her laughably nefarious attempts to be ruining her fun. As such she will fight back or resist but is terribly clumsy and by no means a strategist or mastermind. Prone to child like tantrums she could bring a building down in a fit or become a new set piece of decor when she decides to stay put and give the silent treatment. Did I mention she is gullible? She is extremely gullible. History: What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? Vivian, daughter of two notorious villains. Crash, the man that rips through vault doors like they were tissue; and Steadfast, the woman that could be caught but never imprisoned. The union of which quite literally brought the house down... and maybe the block. Anyway Vivian exhibited her parents abilities as a toddler. You know how it's called the terrible twos, threes, and such? Yeah, that's where her villain name came from because she was a terror at a young age and the name stuck. Most kids when they run into a solid object like a table the table won, in this case the object lost and was demolished. Toys, forget about it. Everything was in danger of being destroyed and the only ones that could deal with her unbridled powers were her parents, so forget about hiring babysitters. And it was the fact that no one else could handle Vivian that lead her to grow up surrounded by crime. See she had to be taken along with her parents or who knows where she'd end up. It wasn't like walls could hold her. Every act of villainy she was present for. And when the girl refused to move, daddy had to move her. Or when she wouldn't stop running around, mommy had to hold her. Quite a handful to be sure. Imagine the uneasy relief that came as their daughter grew up and became more independent. Wiser, ehh, not so much. But it wasn't like they had to worry about her getting hurt. Now she is expected and allowed to do things on her own. Reason for Becoming a Villain: Following in the footsteps of her parents and the nice Voodoo Man told her she was perfect for it. Other: While she is potentially overpowered, I want this to be funny so she isn't going to one punch someone to death or brush off every attack. Most things she treats as a game and is seeking to have fun. She does not realize what she is truly capable of and I have no intention of her ever doing so in this RP. Think of creative ways to combat her.
53,271	1,448	30	433	901	Violet Riise Flame Vixen Interactions: Having only her own two feet, it was viable to say that Violet had been late to the party. When she finally had reached the scene, she was puffing and sweating from the running, having to fold over and put her hands on her knees in an attempt to catch her breath. The white haired woman stood straight, hissing at the sticky jacket that she threw off so it no longer burdened her flushed skin. "Never... doing... that... shit... again!" She gasped, swiping the back of her hand across her forehead to whip away the sweat. Violet took a hairband off her wrist and pulled her long hair back into a pony, letting a piece hang out in front of her face. The cool breeze on her neck made her smile as she stretched out her arms. "Alright, that feels better. Now, where's the—" Her words were silenced as she looked around at the mess before her. No coordination. Broken stalls. People fighting each other, and to top it all off to giant food monsters and some fat asshole hiding in the wreckage. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Violet pinched the bridge of her nose, already regretting joining this bullshit. Too late now... She quickly assessed the situation. Some "harpies", a giant pig monster, tubby over there in the broken stall and a bunch of other supers. The biggest threat seemed obvious, until one harpy blasted her with— was that cheese? Though Violet managed to jump out of the way, her skirt had been tinged by the cheese and it ate through the fabric, making a large tear in the already minimalistic bottoms and leaving one thigh almost completely naked. But the more revealing of her skin wasn't what angered her. Rage seemed to cloud around her, thick and evilly dark as she balled up her fists. "You... little fucking cunt..." Her head shot up, showing her eyeballs which had been replaced with little orbs of burning fire. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS FUCKING COSTS?! THIS WAS MY FAVORITE SKIRT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! NOW YOU'RE DEAD, RRRRAHHH!!!" Fire, seemingly from no where, shot out at the harpy in a bombardment of pure anger, the poor thing falling to the ground in a mass of flame before attempting to run— or rather, fly— away from the madwoman. "WHERES YOUR FUCKING CREATOR, IM GOING TO MAKE A TEAR IN HIM LIKE YOU DID TO THIS SKIRT!!!" Flames appeared around her as she charged off, searching furiously for whoever made that monstrosity. She stopped short, her eyes— or, the flames that had replaced them— shot to the cowering man in the rubbish. Violet stomped over kicking away the wood only to lean menacingly over Potluck. "Are you the pig who made that thing?" While waiting for the answer, Violet visibly grit her teeth and cracked her knuckles, all ready to punch this guy's lights out. Maxwell Weiseman Phaser Interactions: Due to his 'phasing' ability, Max managed to be the first at the scene. His black, permanently sad-looking eyes widened at the pandemonium of food and fear. People were screaming and running away, but then there were those who couldn't run from the grotesque hot-cheese-breathing creature. Small children who had been misplaced in the panic and cut off from their parents, as well as older men and woman who simply couldn't run away fast enough. Th-there's so many. How am I supposed to teleport back and forth fast enough without running out of energy? Well, he could only try. Though some of the heroes weren't exactly working well together, it was a good distraction for the food monsters as Maxwell popped in and out of existence, carrying away a couple of people each time to a safer area just a block away from the park. That's as far as he could get them each time without wasting his power too much, he had to conserve it for the next civilian. But even then, his power couldn't keep up. After about 12 trips back and forth, Max's vision was blurring and his breathing had become increasingly heavy. He couldn't stay like this, so he fell down on one knee behind a sturdy trunk of a tree to take a quick rest. A little girl, maybe about 4 or 5, dragged the high schooler out of his delirium with a terrified shriek. He took a peek out from behind the trunk to see her shaking as the half-burnt harpy readied to shoot a blast of scolding hot cheese at her. It seemed to be the same one Violet had attacked. The shot of macaroni cheese was stopped short by a slightly blue-shaded shield, a plasma barricade projected by Maxwell. He had leaped in front of the girl to stop her from getting hurt. But he was too weak to keep it up, and the cheese broke through to severely sear his arm. "Ah!" He winced, but took the little girl's hand and teleported just a little away to hide. In bad shape, Max slumped against the new tree they had hid behind, the little girl frightened as she tried to shake him. "Mr?! Mr, are you okay?!" Max barely nodded, and forced a slight grin, not wanting to worry the child. "G-...Go find, your parents... okay?" The child looked unsure but nodded and darted away as fast as her little feet could carry her. Exhausted and hurt, Max took another look at the scene in the park, and if he had the energy left to smile he would. All the civilians had cleared out and where safe, and that's all he wanted to have accomplished anyway...	Real Name: Violet Riise Nickname(s): Vivi, Leader, Psycho, Flamehead Hero Name: Flame Vixen Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: female Age: 21 Appearance: Standing at 5'4", Violet is short to match her short temper. Even though she has a very pretty heart shaped face with large magenta cat-like eyes, a small nose, thin brows and light pink-beige small lips, it can easily become terrifying when those big eyes light up in full-fledged fire. Violet is pale and is a fairly average weight, but can become very aggressive if you mention her round rump or thick thighs. She has long, wavy white hair that is dyed, her natural hair color being brown. She often wears skimpy clothes with a white flame on them, considering it her symbol. Sexuality: straight Weapon(s): Two switchblades strapped to her thighs and a shotgun. Main Power: Pyrokinesis. Can manipulate fire and create it out of thin air using only her mind. When truly furious goes into "Rage Inferno" where her whole body is covered in flames. Sub Power: None. Personality: Violet is a very unstable person. Considered bipolar, she can be very friendly and personable at one moment and the next be ready to rip you to shreds. She leans towards physical violence in order to get her way, and if she doesn't she will flip the fuck out. Violet is a very self centered person, but if you manage to get on her good side, she will swear by her life to protect you. Like with her gang, she might be rough with you still but it is with love, and she will treat you like family. Get on her bad side though... well, let's just say you'll regret it. History: Violet was raised by her mother, her parents being divorced and her father running off with another woman. Believe it or not, Violet was actually a good student up until her Junior year, where the school had a turnover and new teachers came in. She didn't like any of them, and most were real bastards to her, so she slowly faded out of school until eventually she barely ever went. It was also around the time her mother found a new boyfriend. Instead of going to school, Violet found another place to put her time and energy. A few years ago, downtown Metropolis was overrun with gangs that were constantly at war with one another. Most couldn't even walk down the street without a weapon. Sick of this, Violet started her own gang to set things straight, naming it "Devilspawn." Originally it was just a group of stupid high schoolers that acted as vigilantes and beat back gangs that got a little too aggressive, but as a few years passed and the gang grew so did another gang. The competing gang started a fight with Devilspawn, and when they went straight for Violet, she lit them up not with a gun but with real fire. She discovered that she was a mutant, with the power to manipulate and create fire from her own mind. The others became afraid of Violet and her gang, leaving Metropolis all together. The gang now is used as a sort of, violent neighborhood watch. Things were running smoothly, until one night all the gangs that had turned tail and fled came back— but with the force of the Voodoo Man. They took out many of the Devils, and this infuriated Violet, because they were like family to her. She swore revenge on the Voodoo Man for causing her 'family' such pain, and now searches him out to give him what he deserves! Other: Is the leader and founder of the largest gang in Metropolis, "Devilspawn." Their symbol. Real Name: Maxwell Weiseman Nickname(s): Max Hero Name: Phaser Hero or Villain?: Hero Gender: male Age: 17 Appearance: Max is a tall but thin boy, with little to no muscle mass at all and his height a little above 6'5". He has shaggy, somewhat outgrown black hair that falls over his matching black eyes that are always hidden behind thick lenses on a studious pair of black glass frames. He always has a somewhat sad look on his face, with a sharp chin and soft bone structure, thin lips and straight brows. Max is a little sensitive about his longer nose, as well as his pale complexion that always seems to lack proper blood flow. He always wears clothes that are a bit too big on him and seem baggy, most often seen in his school uniform. If you asked people what his best physical feature was, they most likely would say he has a "cute ass." Sexuality: demisexual Weapon(s): Metal-toed boots and metal knuckles Main Power: Teleportation. Can travel at maximum a few blocks away, and as far as consecutive teleportations, the further away he has to teleport one after another the harder it is. Just in fights, teleporting within a few feet he is able to do it much more easily. Overdoing it could make him pass out. Sub Power: By extending his palm out flat or using the top of his forearm to create a shield of plasma. It can only last for a few hits each, and can immediately shatter if it's hit with a full blast of another's power. He can only create one in the span of a couple of hours, and it is only about 1 and a half feet at maximum for length and width. Physical attacks don't do much damage to it. Personality: Max is a very quiet soul. He's fairly shy and soft spoken, often preferring to be alone than amongst others. He is often trampled on because of his passivity but Max never complains about it. He is respectful and kind, and will help others as long as he doesn't have to interact with them. History: Max has been second place his entire life. Always a straight B student, the second child, the silver trophy winner in everything he attempted— he never could win first place. His mother and father were devoted to his older brother and completely bypassed little Max, never recognizing his second rate achievements. He really lived a normal life however. A devoted student, though a bit shy and shut away from anything social, he really tried and never complained about anything. Max simply kept to himself, head down. And just like any teen, he had love interests. Max had a crush on this girl named Amber for two years of school, but never attempted to talk to her. Walking home from school one day, Amber was looking at her phone and walked out in front of a bus that was driving too fast down the road. Max, without thinking, ran out and grabbed her. But, suddenly, they were on the other side of the road. Passerby were shocked, whispering to each other about the weird teleporting mutant. Amber was scared of him, even though he had saved her, and ran away to avoid him completely at school. Max was heartbroken. But he didn't complain. He later found out that those who had whispered around them at the corner were not normal passerby. They were puppets of the Voodoo Man, seeking to torment the innocent mutant. Max wasn't angry, but he was upset. He wanted to defeat the Voodoo Man, not for himself, but so no one else can be hurt like he was. Other: Cannot see more than two feet in front of him without his glasses. Senior in high school. Has fairly bad social anxiety.
53,272	1,448	31	1,306	383	Lei Zhang Slitherman _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Lei's teeth grit as he stared upwards at the hulking, dripping meat-beast that had stepped out of the cauldron. He thought the harpies on their own were a handful, but this monster seemed like it could level the whole city if left unattended. Walking up beside the person with the bat, he then nodded towards the one who had helped him fend off the harpies earlier. "That one can use ice, I believe." He answered simply, before pausing when he caught sight of a girl who was seemingly trying to divebomb the massive creature from the skies above, only to miss completely and crash into one of the nearby stands. The reptilian man blinked for a moment, before deciding to move on without addressing it. "...Anyways, if he can freeze up the legs and make them cool enough to touch, I can constrict myself around them and hopefully trip up our opponent, or at least keep him rooted in one spot." Lei offered before narrowing his slit eyes in the direction that rotund chef was cowering. The woman he recognized from the mayor's office stood there as well, and the furious expression on her face made it clear that she was none too pleased with the current events. At first he was unconcerned, or perhaps even glad that the obese man was likely going to have a world of pain visited upon him. After all, hadn't he done the same in kind, to numerous innocent civilians? His creatures even tried to maim children, which put the chef far beyond the reach of mercy, in Lei's eyes. And yet, the 'villain' in question was trembling uncontrollably as tears streaked down his round cheeks. The green-hooded man sighed as his gloved hands clenched at his side. The pitiful sight forced him to remember the fact that being a hero didn't mean only helping the people that you liked. Quickly stretching his body and slithering rapidly in front of the overweight criminal, Lei then returned to his normal shape as he straightened up and faced the heated girl. "Don't." He stated sternly as he motioned towards the man kneeling behind him. "I know he's responsible for all of this, but right now he's terrified, and beaten. If you want to watch over him to make sure he doesn't try anything else, that's fine. But I won't allow you to attack a person who's already down." As Lei spoke, his scales seemed to shimmer a bit. He was focusing a great deal of his energy into producing a new layer of skin, due to the high possibility that he was about to be set on fire.	Neo Priya ☻Nickname(s): Neoteki ☻Villain Name: Fever ☻Hero or Villain?: Villain ☻Gender: Male ☻Age: 21 ☻Sexuality: A-Sexual ☻Appearance: ☻Weapon(s): A simple glock gun. ☻Main Power: Neo has the ability to control fire, or water. He can never control both simultaneously, and only has about a good 10 minutes max for each element before he needs to rest. That is, if he distributes the power equally. If he uses too much ice, then he can only use some fire before having to rest. Neo is not limited to using more power than what 10 minutes gives him, but it does come costly as his eyes play a major role. Depending on which eye he has open decides which element he is going to use, and when he has both eyes open his power can't be used. Not only that, but if he uses more power than what he can use in 10 minutes his eyesight gets worse. ☻Sub Power: Neo has a light voltage on his skin that activates itself when his body goes into overdrive, and starts flooding it with adrenaline. This is either due to fear, or when he is ready to fight so be careful if a prank is going to involve scaring Neo because he can't turn it off unless he calms down either. ☻Personality: Neo is an easily annoyed type of person who has zero tolerance for spicy things. However, he does like to stack up on snacks, and likes to cause mischief when he's bored. He's the kind of person who will skip in front of everyone if he doesn't feel like waiting, but will help an elderly lady cross the street. He knows how to work with others, but doesn't ever fully trust someone. To add the cherry on top Neo tends to be a sort of a flirt, but never seems to want an relationship as he feels that there's no need for it. He's the kind of person who will act before thinking, and wing it. If someone gives him direct orders that presses his buttons, but he does like it when someone follows his orders. During the daytime he wears glasses, but at night he takes them off. Last, but not least Neo likes to lie therefore he is a compulsive liar. ☻History: Neo's mother and father were a super hero pair like no other. One had the intellectual ability to fabricate weapons from their surroundings, and the other had the ability to remember anything. His mother remembered all types of fighting styles, and his father knew how to create guns from grass, and water. It was an interesting childhood to say the least, and a happy one. He was actually the younger one as he had an older brother. His brother was a unique person to say the least due to him having 2 super powers that Neo was not allowed to know. Their parents had trained him to become a great super hero, but he however had not been blessed with gifts. Unlike his brother who attended a special set of schools for the "extra" talented Neo went to a normal school with normal friends. He would go home, and do normal homework a 3rd grader would do. His life had changed when he not only discovered what his brothers talents were, but also who he was using them on. When he had discovered them it had been too late, and therefore he would be thrown into a predicament that he would have never guessed would have happened. It was a Friday evening, and he had been allowed to spend the night at his friends house for the weekend. As a little kid he was happy, but as he grew older he realized that it was a strange situation has his parents never would have allowed him to stay at someones house that long. Though he went to a normal school, and had normal friends it was not for long. They moved often, and his parents had told him the last time he wanted to have a sleep over that he wasn't allowed to since they had just moved to a new area. This time however was different. On arriving to his friends house his parents had bought them snacks, ice cream, and a few movies that they could watch. They had spent half of the night having a good time before the kids parents would send them to bed in a pillow-made fort. It was a perfect sleepover. That is, until an intruder had broken into the house. If not for the loud thud that had occurred on the first floor Neo would not have woken up. He was curious to see what was going on as there were a few more thud noises. It was as if the kids parents were play-fighting in the living room like his parents had always done. All fair in game as they would laugh, joke, and in the end do a kiss that he always said "ew" to. He soon realized that the thuds were not play fighting, and that his brothers powers was not only stealing their powers, but by doing to he took their lives as well. He saw it right before his own eyes. As Neo began to slowly go up the steps in horror his friend had woken up and asked what he was doing awake. His brother reacted to the voice, and caught them before they could even run a few feet. In the end the boy, and him were taken by an "organization" that his brother had a major role in. Turns out that the trips his brother would often take were missions from this organization, and he was to take as many powers as he could and distribute them to children of super heroes whom had none. They were the only children that could withstand the powers force. There, he went through torture, manipulation, conditioning, and battling other villains in training. There, he would damage his eyes, and as a gift for making it as far as he did with the little eyesight he had left he was granted his dual powers. By his brother of course since he not only could take powers, but also put them in some other host. Later, he would realize that his own brother had killed his parents. It wasn't even a secret among the others in the organization, but because the trainee's were in a different facility they didn't know much of what was going on even outside the gates. Neo planned carefully, and in the end killed his brother whom was nearing death. It turned out that taking powers meant that his own life was shortened each time he used his own powers. His life had changed not for the better, but in the end for the worst. ☻Reason for Becoming a Villain: He was trained to become one, and figured since there was already blood on his hands there was no going back. His family was dead, and he was given powers that he was not born with by his own brother. Nothing he could do could make him turn away from what he had been through, and what he can't escape from. ☻Other: He likes ramen, and music. ☻Theme Song:
53,273	1,448	32	1,306	383	Neo Priya "Fever" Neo whistled at all that had unfolded. Not only did a trio, as he saw it, unleash their powers in a way that looked majestic, but a girl also fell from...the sky? She had damaged quite a few things, and for a second there he had felt like it was love at first sight. Though, he was not sure if she was a hero, or a villain. Neo had no time to think about it as he had overheard someone requesting some ice. He was going to volunteer himself, but few seconds later he had heard a woman screaming. Turning to see what it was he saw that woman practically on top of the enemy. If he had room for it he could have had some empathy for the pathetic villain, but seeing as someone was about to get beaten up by a hero Neo couldn't help but encourage this. From the looks of it even hero's become violent. This thought alone put a smirk on his face, and as the woman finished her sentence Neo sent a few claps her way. "Kick his ass!" It was short-lived however as the guy he had low-key helped, a snake man, was going to stop her from releasing her violence onto the sad fellow. A true tragedy, but he was not going to step between the two if they decided to brawl. It was not in his best interest to help hero's that could hardly be called so. But, nothing could be said for the other way around. "Hey," he called out to the woman. "He is the guy who made that thing, and I think if you kill him they will all go away. DOn't you thiNk sO?" Even he knew that was not the case as he had also seen the food monster come from that guys pot. They were their own monstrous beings, and so if they just killed the monsters then the guy already on the floor was defeated. But, to make a hero actually hurt, or kill a villain already admitting defeat? Now that was a sight to see. "After all," He glanced toward the snake man, and then back to her. "Even if he's beaten now whose to say he won't come back later? Or worse, what if he's bluffing?"	Neo Priya ☻Nickname(s): Neoteki ☻Villain Name: Fever ☻Hero or Villain?: Villain ☻Gender: Male ☻Age: 21 ☻Sexuality: A-Sexual ☻Appearance: ☻Weapon(s): A simple glock gun. ☻Main Power: Neo has the ability to control fire, or water. He can never control both simultaneously, and only has about a good 10 minutes max for each element before he needs to rest. That is, if he distributes the power equally. If he uses too much ice, then he can only use some fire before having to rest. Neo is not limited to using more power than what 10 minutes gives him, but it does come costly as his eyes play a major role. Depending on which eye he has open decides which element he is going to use, and when he has both eyes open his power can't be used. Not only that, but if he uses more power than what he can use in 10 minutes his eyesight gets worse. ☻Sub Power: Neo has a light voltage on his skin that activates itself when his body goes into overdrive, and starts flooding it with adrenaline. This is either due to fear, or when he is ready to fight so be careful if a prank is going to involve scaring Neo because he can't turn it off unless he calms down either. ☻Personality: Neo is an easily annoyed type of person who has zero tolerance for spicy things. However, he does like to stack up on snacks, and likes to cause mischief when he's bored. He's the kind of person who will skip in front of everyone if he doesn't feel like waiting, but will help an elderly lady cross the street. He knows how to work with others, but doesn't ever fully trust someone. To add the cherry on top Neo tends to be a sort of a flirt, but never seems to want an relationship as he feels that there's no need for it. He's the kind of person who will act before thinking, and wing it. If someone gives him direct orders that presses his buttons, but he does like it when someone follows his orders. During the daytime he wears glasses, but at night he takes them off. Last, but not least Neo likes to lie therefore he is a compulsive liar. ☻History: Neo's mother and father were a super hero pair like no other. One had the intellectual ability to fabricate weapons from their surroundings, and the other had the ability to remember anything. His mother remembered all types of fighting styles, and his father knew how to create guns from grass, and water. It was an interesting childhood to say the least, and a happy one. He was actually the younger one as he had an older brother. His brother was a unique person to say the least due to him having 2 super powers that Neo was not allowed to know. Their parents had trained him to become a great super hero, but he however had not been blessed with gifts. Unlike his brother who attended a special set of schools for the "extra" talented Neo went to a normal school with normal friends. He would go home, and do normal homework a 3rd grader would do. His life had changed when he not only discovered what his brothers talents were, but also who he was using them on. When he had discovered them it had been too late, and therefore he would be thrown into a predicament that he would have never guessed would have happened. It was a Friday evening, and he had been allowed to spend the night at his friends house for the weekend. As a little kid he was happy, but as he grew older he realized that it was a strange situation has his parents never would have allowed him to stay at someones house that long. Though he went to a normal school, and had normal friends it was not for long. They moved often, and his parents had told him the last time he wanted to have a sleep over that he wasn't allowed to since they had just moved to a new area. This time however was different. On arriving to his friends house his parents had bought them snacks, ice cream, and a few movies that they could watch. They had spent half of the night having a good time before the kids parents would send them to bed in a pillow-made fort. It was a perfect sleepover. That is, until an intruder had broken into the house. If not for the loud thud that had occurred on the first floor Neo would not have woken up. He was curious to see what was going on as there were a few more thud noises. It was as if the kids parents were play-fighting in the living room like his parents had always done. All fair in game as they would laugh, joke, and in the end do a kiss that he always said "ew" to. He soon realized that the thuds were not play fighting, and that his brothers powers was not only stealing their powers, but by doing to he took their lives as well. He saw it right before his own eyes. As Neo began to slowly go up the steps in horror his friend had woken up and asked what he was doing awake. His brother reacted to the voice, and caught them before they could even run a few feet. In the end the boy, and him were taken by an "organization" that his brother had a major role in. Turns out that the trips his brother would often take were missions from this organization, and he was to take as many powers as he could and distribute them to children of super heroes whom had none. They were the only children that could withstand the powers force. There, he went through torture, manipulation, conditioning, and battling other villains in training. There, he would damage his eyes, and as a gift for making it as far as he did with the little eyesight he had left he was granted his dual powers. By his brother of course since he not only could take powers, but also put them in some other host. Later, he would realize that his own brother had killed his parents. It wasn't even a secret among the others in the organization, but because the trainee's were in a different facility they didn't know much of what was going on even outside the gates. Neo planned carefully, and in the end killed his brother whom was nearing death. It turned out that taking powers meant that his own life was shortened each time he used his own powers. His life had changed not for the better, but in the end for the worst. ☻Reason for Becoming a Villain: He was trained to become one, and figured since there was already blood on his hands there was no going back. His family was dead, and he was given powers that he was not born with by his own brother. Nothing he could do could make him turn away from what he had been through, and what he can't escape from. ☻Other: He likes ramen, and music. ☻Theme Song:
53,274	1,449	0	2,485	365	While the mortal world prepared for a day of festivities for what they called the Halloween, the mythical creatures of Fall Hollow prepared for their own celebration that was of an even more ancient tradition. They referred to it as the Samhain or the Day of the Dead. It was the first day of three of which Samhain Festival fell, roughly, halfway between the Autumn Equinox and the Winter Solstice. The moon's powerful pull influences highly on the living dead. Mostly, it was just a night which demons prey and possessed on the weak. Val was at No Exit--in a club down in the Meatpacking District-- trying to blend in, as she study the crowd, but as always, she stood out among them like a fish out of water. The place was dark, the walls painted a flat black, and the only light came from a couple of strobes that reflected off the metal cages. Half of the people there were trying to look like vampires, with dead white skin, and the other half was trying to look poetically scary. The DJ was playing some sort of house music at a decibel level too high to calibrate, and the wall at the back was covered with people either seeking out for victims or getting off against it. Tonight, it was just another excuse for the youngsters to dressed up in slutty or flashy costumes and party the night away and Val's night off. Since the beaches were off limits until the weather became warm. She thought a little bit of alcohol and music will put her more in the celebrating mood. The mermaid squeezed through the crowd, trying to look like she had a destination in mind and not so much like she was alone. She had found a tattered black top at a store, which the clerk said she looked "hot". The top had rips in it and an uneven hem, and there was one strategic hole that one of her teens had enlarged with a scissors, cutting close enough of the gauzy black fabric to reveal her belly button. Then, paired off with some tight jeans which took almost an hour to pull on. All to help her blend into the wild scene of the club. Then she saw him. He was like the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. There was a bunch of kids surrounding him, but he stood a head taller than the rest of them. His skin was rice paper white, of course, and his eyes were totally black and surrounded by thick eyeliner. There wasn't even a pinpoint of light reflected in them. His black hair flowed over his shoulders and halfway down his back. His nose cut his face like a blade and his black mouth looked both cruel and sensuous. Something wasn't right. "Do not look at me, do not look at me, do not look at me," she whispered, barely moving her lips, any sound drowned out by the sudden onslaught of Coldcut. And then it happened. He turned his head slightly and saw her staring at him and his eyes seemed to lock onto her. She wanted to leave and yet she just stood there, besotted at the sight of him. The stare lengthened, her mind with just the slightest motion of the dark stranger's body, a path opened up between him and Val and within seconds he was standing in front of her. Val's head tilted back to look up at him, her face felt warm and her mind came to an ease. People moved away from them, giving the two space. The look of fear in her eyes and the corners of his mouth turned up. "You're a juicy little one, aren't you?" he asked. His hand felt hot to the touch when pushed back the hair that was falling over her neck. She couldn't see any pupils; the entire eye was black, and yet they seemed to have depth. Val felt like she was hallucinating, a magic pull she felt towards him. a an Insuccubus. This one was the first she had ever counter. "Come along, Little One, and let's play," he said to me in a low, seductive voice. He took her by the hand and led Val to an empty space against the wall. With a tug of her hips, he placed her in front of him, slid a little down the wall so that his knees were bent, and then lifted her so that she was balancing at the top of his thighs--his very strong, very muscular thighs that she glimpsed through his fishnets. His lips were at the top of her head, taking a sniff of her scent. " AS I expected; wet sand, sea water, seashells, and the boardwalk. I never had a mermaid before," he chuckled. She shook her head, avoiding his eyes for the first time. The sudden feeling of sharp nails gave him a moment's pause, but everything about the mermaid was so beautiful, so all-encompassing that the faint jolt of alien-ness was quickly eased, until he felt his face was on fire. Five long claw marks covered the side of his face, he quickly released his hold on her and brought his hands to his face. A dark expression crossed his face, one of anger, " I am going to enjoy feeding on your soul."	Name: Valasca Del Viento Nickname: Val Age: 27 Gender: Female Sexuality: Asexual Panromantic Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Associate Title: Species: Mermaid Occupation Mortician Likes: - Death - Salty Foods - Her daily swims Dislikes: - Anyone who treats her clients ill - Being lied to - Sweets - Theft Fears: Have her establishment and sanctuary taken from her Personality: Now that Valasca’s been living in Fall Hollow, she finally feels free for the first time in her life. She doesn't need to change her name or hide who she is. However, despite that freedom, old habits die hard. Despite her warm and caring nature, Valasca is still very much a secretive and closed off individual that has a great deal of trouble opening up to people about who she really is or letting them into her more private life. This can make her come off as a bit distant, but despite that she is still never much a caring mortician that will go above and beyond for her patients. She is more than happy to take care of her clients needs as well as take notes on the various different species in the city to further her knowledge. History: Valasca was born in the murky waters of a town that was submerged in water to stop the flooding of Spain five decades ago. Unlike most pods who stuck to areas easily evacuated the pod Valasca was born to had a higher purpose, or so they believed. Valasca pod was connected to others who all believed in their own Gods that lived in the stars above, a world they considered to be a vast ocean. To make it to this place in the after life their role in the life they currently lead was to care for those bodies tossed off boats, thrown from peers to hide murders, sunken graves and mere accidents. They were to help these people move to their own afterlife. So when the town of Capel Celyn sank and became the reservoir it turned into their pod home, to watch over the graves of those who had now sunk beneath the water. The devotion to their religion was a heavy one. They prayed to a mermaid who was as big as the earth, she had formed the oceans with her body, carved them as she swam through the infinite waters of the life beyond, a world that rested on top of their own. It was not just her though, their were many mermaids, each representing something new. Interitus was merely the main one, the one who judged them at the end of their time to decide if they began anew, having to try again, or made it through to a new life in the waters above. Like most in the pod Valasca took her devotion to Interitus seriously, praying to her, making offerings and participating in the rituals of the tribe. One of the main rituals was the summoning of the spirits to bless them. It was the one that focused most on the deceased beings, praised them as those of a higher purpose as they were in the world beyond the one where Valasca and her pod rested. This was where Valasca's obsession with death began. Even the sea creatures she feasted on she treated with the utmost care, making sure their move into the world beyond was a gracious one. Things only escalated when she was sent to perform the ritual to adulthood. One of the few females who were sent out she was expected to return home for the future of their pod. Valasca didn’t. Much like the ritual of Rumspringa the mermaids were to go to the surface for seven evenings and return the wiser for it. Valasca instead found herself half intoxicated with desire and half sick with hate at the ease of access she had to death. The parts of animals that lay on display for others to judge and chose for consumption revolting her but then there were large homes, homes that looked after the dead, treated them with a beautiful respect and laid them to rest in exquisite manners. Valasca believed she had found her calling. Wales was nice for a while. Valasca trained as a mortician at a funeral parlour she found by the sea. Her hours were whenever someone knew came in and since the town was small she was able to spend as much time as she needed in the water. However she was constantly hiding and the rumors of people seeing a mermaid sprang about. Even cutting her hair seemed to make no difference. This was when she met a man, her heart still. Valasca's pod with their special connection to death she knew what the man was immediately. Valasca introduced herself - looking for someone in the town who it turned out had moved on - as a member of the vampire council in a town in America. He offered Valasca passage there but she declined, knowing she wouldn't be able to survive that long without water, and instead accepted directions. In Fall Hollow she took a job at the towns local morgue, the one used by police and most of the town since it was convenient. Unlike in Wales deaths in Fall Hollow were unexplained and with everyone's desire to dispose of the bodies in unseemly ways Valasca made herself open to all the killers in Fall Hollow. She would hide their mistakes and in return she could give them the treatment they deserved. Each body prepared to the best she could manage, prayers and blessings made over the body before she reduced them to the earth, sea or smoke depending on their own species or religion she could make out. For the most part she keeps to herself, though over the past five years she's lived in Fall Hollow she has spent a lot at local vampire hang outs. On Fall Hollow lies a sanctuary lead by young mermaid, for all supernatural creatures. The building attached to the funeral offers a place for non-humans to live free of persecution and follow what paths they desire, whether that’s as regular townsfolk and business owners, criminals and shady dealers. However, in return each tenant must work at the funeral. Extra
53,275	1,449	1	29	5,207	It was Halloween night, in most days, Saoirse would be staying at home like she normally does, however, today wasn't one of those days. She was finally caught up with work and decided that tonight was a good time to go out and celebrate. Saoirse found herself going to a local club in town called the No-Exit. While she herself did not drink, it was still nice to take in the atmosphere of being around other people. About an hour or so, after arriving at the club, a certain individual caught her eye. An attractive young man, who was making some inappropriate advances towards a beautiful woman. From the moment she saw the woman's expression she knew; this scumbag had to go. Mustering every ounce of courage she approach the two. "Hey babe! So this is where you ran off to! I was looking for ya!" She said wraping her arm around the woman. She eyed the man up and down with a disapproving look, then she kissed the woman on the cheek, shooting the man a dangerous look. She then smiled. "What's wrong, sweet heart? This guy bugging you? Hey, buddy! You bothering my girlfriend?" She glared at the man, then turned to woman and smiled. "Let's get out of here, yeah?" Saoirse the grabbed the woman's hand and leaded her to a less crowded area before stopping and turning to the woman. "Uh hey... sorry about that. I thought that jerk would lay off if he thought we were lesbians. I'm actually not into chicks... Anyway! Are you alright? Did that guy hurt you?" She explained then asked concerned. She blushed embarrassed of what she just did and hoped that the woman wouldn't get the wrong idea.	Name: Saoirse Clarke Nickname: Selkie Age: 25 Gender: female Sexuality: hetero Relationship Status: single and ready to mingle Gang Rank: N/a Title: N/a Species: human Occupation Freelance artist/painter, illustrator Likes: sketching/drawing Music Singing(she's actually pretty good at it) Sleep Warmth Cheesy love stories Affection Sweets Dislikes: Blood Guns Violence Coldness Physical activity Fears: Monsters from story books(even though she's never met one or at least she doesn't think she's met one) Blood The dark Personality: Saoirse is a very kind, warm, and gentle woman. There isn't a violent bone in her body. She is also very introverted, naive, and innocent and tends to be shy when you first meet her. However, it doesn't take much for her to warm up to somebody. She is a loyal friend and always tries to help out whenever she can. She, of course, also has a tendency to be quite lazy and likes to sleep when she has the time Flaws & Virtues She is innocent to a fault She can be clumsy She is physically weak and has low stamina She has a frail body She is a good singer and artist History: Saoirse's history is nothing extraordinary. She lived a happy childhood and had parents who adored her and a small tight knight group of friends. She was born frail and weak so she would get sick easily, which meant more time for her to persue her passions in life. At a young age, her parents could tell that she had quite a knack for the arts and that she would end up in the artistic field of work. When she graduated from college and embarked on her own, she decided to move to an interesting place called Fall Hollow. She hoped that by moving to such an area, that she would get a fresh start, a clean slate. She had hoped on making some new friends and immerse herself in a different area would be good for her health. Little did she know of what creatures reside there. However, it wouldn't matter much to her anyway. She currently lives alone, locked up in the little apartment she calls home. She has been living there for the past few years and has, for the most part, been shut up in her home, trying to catch up with strict deadlines. On occasion she will go out to explore the local shops and bakeries, that is, when she has the chance. Extra her name is pronounced as see-er-sha She has an Irish accent She has a very low tolerance for alcohol and tends to not drink because of it
53,276	1,449	2	2,485	365	"Why on earth did I think this was a good idea?" Jen muttered to herself, "Go out more often they said. Go to a club they said." She was currently sat alone in such a club, known as No-Exit. And she was miserable. She was sat on a stool next to the small bar, staring forlornly at bottle of beer. 'I could be drawing right now,' she thought, taking a swig from her drink. She looked over at the door for a second, wondering whether it would be worth it to leave. Her eyes paused for a second when she saw a guy with a girl, before looking away when she was dragged away by another girl. "I wish someone wanted me enough to drag me away," she said to herself with a small laugh, before downing the rest of the beer.	Name: Valasca Del Viento Nickname: Val Age: 27 Gender: Female Sexuality: Asexual Panromantic Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Associate Title: Species: Mermaid Occupation Mortician Likes: - Death - Salty Foods - Her daily swims Dislikes: - Anyone who treats her clients ill - Being lied to - Sweets - Theft Fears: Have her establishment and sanctuary taken from her Personality: Now that Valasca’s been living in Fall Hollow, she finally feels free for the first time in her life. She doesn't need to change her name or hide who she is. However, despite that freedom, old habits die hard. Despite her warm and caring nature, Valasca is still very much a secretive and closed off individual that has a great deal of trouble opening up to people about who she really is or letting them into her more private life. This can make her come off as a bit distant, but despite that she is still never much a caring mortician that will go above and beyond for her patients. She is more than happy to take care of her clients needs as well as take notes on the various different species in the city to further her knowledge. History: Valasca was born in the murky waters of a town that was submerged in water to stop the flooding of Spain five decades ago. Unlike most pods who stuck to areas easily evacuated the pod Valasca was born to had a higher purpose, or so they believed. Valasca pod was connected to others who all believed in their own Gods that lived in the stars above, a world they considered to be a vast ocean. To make it to this place in the after life their role in the life they currently lead was to care for those bodies tossed off boats, thrown from peers to hide murders, sunken graves and mere accidents. They were to help these people move to their own afterlife. So when the town of Capel Celyn sank and became the reservoir it turned into their pod home, to watch over the graves of those who had now sunk beneath the water. The devotion to their religion was a heavy one. They prayed to a mermaid who was as big as the earth, she had formed the oceans with her body, carved them as she swam through the infinite waters of the life beyond, a world that rested on top of their own. It was not just her though, their were many mermaids, each representing something new. Interitus was merely the main one, the one who judged them at the end of their time to decide if they began anew, having to try again, or made it through to a new life in the waters above. Like most in the pod Valasca took her devotion to Interitus seriously, praying to her, making offerings and participating in the rituals of the tribe. One of the main rituals was the summoning of the spirits to bless them. It was the one that focused most on the deceased beings, praised them as those of a higher purpose as they were in the world beyond the one where Valasca and her pod rested. This was where Valasca's obsession with death began. Even the sea creatures she feasted on she treated with the utmost care, making sure their move into the world beyond was a gracious one. Things only escalated when she was sent to perform the ritual to adulthood. One of the few females who were sent out she was expected to return home for the future of their pod. Valasca didn’t. Much like the ritual of Rumspringa the mermaids were to go to the surface for seven evenings and return the wiser for it. Valasca instead found herself half intoxicated with desire and half sick with hate at the ease of access she had to death. The parts of animals that lay on display for others to judge and chose for consumption revolting her but then there were large homes, homes that looked after the dead, treated them with a beautiful respect and laid them to rest in exquisite manners. Valasca believed she had found her calling. Wales was nice for a while. Valasca trained as a mortician at a funeral parlour she found by the sea. Her hours were whenever someone knew came in and since the town was small she was able to spend as much time as she needed in the water. However she was constantly hiding and the rumors of people seeing a mermaid sprang about. Even cutting her hair seemed to make no difference. This was when she met a man, her heart still. Valasca's pod with their special connection to death she knew what the man was immediately. Valasca introduced herself - looking for someone in the town who it turned out had moved on - as a member of the vampire council in a town in America. He offered Valasca passage there but she declined, knowing she wouldn't be able to survive that long without water, and instead accepted directions. In Fall Hollow she took a job at the towns local morgue, the one used by police and most of the town since it was convenient. Unlike in Wales deaths in Fall Hollow were unexplained and with everyone's desire to dispose of the bodies in unseemly ways Valasca made herself open to all the killers in Fall Hollow. She would hide their mistakes and in return she could give them the treatment they deserved. Each body prepared to the best she could manage, prayers and blessings made over the body before she reduced them to the earth, sea or smoke depending on their own species or religion she could make out. For the most part she keeps to herself, though over the past five years she's lived in Fall Hollow she has spent a lot at local vampire hang outs. On Fall Hollow lies a sanctuary lead by young mermaid, for all supernatural creatures. The building attached to the funeral offers a place for non-humans to live free of persecution and follow what paths they desire, whether that’s as regular townsfolk and business owners, criminals and shady dealers. However, in return each tenant must work at the funeral. Extra
53,277	1,449	3	1,770	712	No Exit was especially busy tonight, with Samhain beginning. It wasn’t Cas’ favourite establishment in the city, but it was a good place to find a certain type of company. He had the day off tomorrow, so he’d had a few drinks and was now on the prowl. Dressed in simple, fitted jeans and a black v neck, he leaned against the bar and surveyed the crowd. There were plenty of humans around, but they were too frail to survive an overnight stay with him, and dead bodies always raised lots of awkward questions. He’d spotted a few incubi and succubi around; always a fun time, but their propensity for trying to consume the soul--even another demon’s soul--got annoying. A werewolf or a shapeshifter would be the ideal match, but by their very nature they were hard to spot. Cas downed another strawberry daiquiri. Some people mocked his choice in drinks. Some people also got their noses broken. He vaguely felt the effects of the alcohol on his human form; a slight numbing of the nerves, loss of coordination, decreased balance, but his distinctly non-human mind remained fairly clear. There were of course drugs that could addle even the strongest demons, but Cass had a habit of burning things down when he got high. Not that he personally did the burning, fond of fire as he was, but when he wasn’t fully in control, his powers began to leak out, infecting the minds of those around him. Cas’ specialty was chaos. Mortals were particularly vulnerable, but others would certainly feel the effects of his abilities. Cas could turn a peaceful protest into a frenzied riot in about 5 minutes; a club full of partygoers into a mob of looters in even less. And, inevitably, when humans mobbed, they burnt things down, a fascinating little detail that Cas interpreted as proof of their inherent tendency towards sin. Something pulled his attention to the far end of the room, a faint trickle of demonic energies. An incubus was laying on the charm for some poor girl, being about as subtle as a freight train. He was so inept, Cas was briefly tempted to go over and break his jaw for being such a piss poor excuse for a demon, but another girl snatched his prey away with minimal effort. Cas laughed briefly and considered confronting the incubus anyways, when a solitary girl at the bar caught his attention. She was pretty enough, but more importantly, lonely. He sidled closer to her as he ordered another drink. Yes, he could feel the insecurity rolling off her like perfume. Cas had come to No Exit seeking carnal pleasures, but seeing this girl, he knew he could perhaps snag something far more valuable. Cas didn’t have the power left in him to lead armies in the eternal conflict, but he still had more than enough juice to snag a wayward soul. And that lonely girl, there was something she wanted so badly she’d give anything for it. “I’m guessing your date’s running late?” he asked her casually.	Name: Jennifer Flint Nickname: Jen Age: 19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Omega Title: Species: Werewolf Occupation Baker Likes: Italian food, Romance novels, Chess, Drawing Dislikes: Violence, Tidiness, Hospitals Fears: Being thrown out of her pack Personality: Kind, Quiet, Generous, Timid, Easily Frightened, Easy to Push Around Jen has little to no self confidence. She doesn't think that she'll achieve much in life, and just wants to live peacefully. She's a pushover, and is easily ordered around. Though she is timid, she is still willing to talk to people if it is necessary. Her greatest strength is her kindness and generosity. She is always willing to help someone in need, no matter their race, species or gender. History: Jen was born to a Beta of the pack and a 'strong' Omega. She had high expectations from her father, the Beta, and tried her best to live up to them. However, it wasn't in her personality or body to be the wolf her father wanted. He viewed her as weak, both mentally and physically. When she was 16, her father passed away, still disappointed in his daughter. She has been living on her own in a one bedroom apartment since then, regretting every day that she couldn't make him proud, not even once. Extra
53,278	1,449	4	1,770	712	Jen looked over at whoever had sat next to her. She considered saying something about disturbing her, before realising that if she tried something like that, she would probably end up choking on her own words and running away in embarassment. However, all these thoughts left her head when she saw the man in front of her. She let out a small squeak at the sight, completely befuddled by a man this attractive talking to her. "I-I d-don't have a date," she managed to get out eventually, surprised her mouth still worked. She'd had men hit on her before. Several had come into the bakery and tried to make some innuendo involving eclairs, ovens and various other bakery related terms. But no one had ever come up to her in a club (from her limited experience anyway).	Name: Jennifer Flint Nickname: Jen Age: 19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Omega Title: Species: Werewolf Occupation Baker Likes: Italian food, Romance novels, Chess, Drawing Dislikes: Violence, Tidiness, Hospitals Fears: Being thrown out of her pack Personality: Kind, Quiet, Generous, Timid, Easily Frightened, Easy to Push Around Jen has little to no self confidence. She doesn't think that she'll achieve much in life, and just wants to live peacefully. She's a pushover, and is easily ordered around. Though she is timid, she is still willing to talk to people if it is necessary. Her greatest strength is her kindness and generosity. She is always willing to help someone in need, no matter their race, species or gender. History: Jen was born to a Beta of the pack and a 'strong' Omega. She had high expectations from her father, the Beta, and tried her best to live up to them. However, it wasn't in her personality or body to be the wolf her father wanted. He viewed her as weak, both mentally and physically. When she was 16, her father passed away, still disappointed in his daughter. She has been living on her own in a one bedroom apartment since then, regretting every day that she couldn't make him proud, not even once. Extra
53,279	1,449	5	2,485	365	The insuccubus reached for the merwoman, her piercing blue eyes stared into the dark depth's of the demon. She knew the moment his hand touched her skin, she would be lost gone. The little bundle of energy she had been storing, would be just enough to cause a bit of distraction to escape. It was a risk. However, it was a chance she was willing to take. Hey babe! So this is where you ran off to! I was looking for ya!" The two super beings snapped their heads towards the new intruder. The face of a beautiful pale woman with crimson hair and dark blue eyes. The strange redhead approached Val, her arm wrapped around Val's waist and greeted the tanned goddess with a kiss upon her cheek. The dark insuccbus stared at the human with disgusted on his face, a low snarl escape from his throat from the disruption and before he had the time to respond towards the witty girl. The redhead had disappeared with the mermaid in tow. The two had managed to move toward an isolated area, where the music of the club could barely be heard. The redhead released her hand and turn to face her once again. Her plump lips parted, only to pressed them back together when the redhead spoke again. This time the girl rambled about her disinterest in her, well in females in general. Val stared at her in wonder while the girl's white as snow skin change colors just before her eyes. It reminded her of the red corals that lay beneath the sea's floor. " I--thank you for pulling me away. I do not know how to repay for your kindness..." her accent was light as she spoke, Val placed her hand upon the girl's shoulders and a simple smile, guide her towards the bar. It would place the two in one of the hottest spot in the club, visible for all to see. With luck, the demon will lose interest of the girl and herself. " I shall buy you a drink, it is the least I can do, hm?"	Name: Valasca Del Viento Nickname: Val Age: 27 Gender: Female Sexuality: Asexual Panromantic Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Associate Title: Species: Mermaid Occupation Mortician Likes: - Death - Salty Foods - Her daily swims Dislikes: - Anyone who treats her clients ill - Being lied to - Sweets - Theft Fears: Have her establishment and sanctuary taken from her Personality: Now that Valasca’s been living in Fall Hollow, she finally feels free for the first time in her life. She doesn't need to change her name or hide who she is. However, despite that freedom, old habits die hard. Despite her warm and caring nature, Valasca is still very much a secretive and closed off individual that has a great deal of trouble opening up to people about who she really is or letting them into her more private life. This can make her come off as a bit distant, but despite that she is still never much a caring mortician that will go above and beyond for her patients. She is more than happy to take care of her clients needs as well as take notes on the various different species in the city to further her knowledge. History: Valasca was born in the murky waters of a town that was submerged in water to stop the flooding of Spain five decades ago. Unlike most pods who stuck to areas easily evacuated the pod Valasca was born to had a higher purpose, or so they believed. Valasca pod was connected to others who all believed in their own Gods that lived in the stars above, a world they considered to be a vast ocean. To make it to this place in the after life their role in the life they currently lead was to care for those bodies tossed off boats, thrown from peers to hide murders, sunken graves and mere accidents. They were to help these people move to their own afterlife. So when the town of Capel Celyn sank and became the reservoir it turned into their pod home, to watch over the graves of those who had now sunk beneath the water. The devotion to their religion was a heavy one. They prayed to a mermaid who was as big as the earth, she had formed the oceans with her body, carved them as she swam through the infinite waters of the life beyond, a world that rested on top of their own. It was not just her though, their were many mermaids, each representing something new. Interitus was merely the main one, the one who judged them at the end of their time to decide if they began anew, having to try again, or made it through to a new life in the waters above. Like most in the pod Valasca took her devotion to Interitus seriously, praying to her, making offerings and participating in the rituals of the tribe. One of the main rituals was the summoning of the spirits to bless them. It was the one that focused most on the deceased beings, praised them as those of a higher purpose as they were in the world beyond the one where Valasca and her pod rested. This was where Valasca's obsession with death began. Even the sea creatures she feasted on she treated with the utmost care, making sure their move into the world beyond was a gracious one. Things only escalated when she was sent to perform the ritual to adulthood. One of the few females who were sent out she was expected to return home for the future of their pod. Valasca didn’t. Much like the ritual of Rumspringa the mermaids were to go to the surface for seven evenings and return the wiser for it. Valasca instead found herself half intoxicated with desire and half sick with hate at the ease of access she had to death. The parts of animals that lay on display for others to judge and chose for consumption revolting her but then there were large homes, homes that looked after the dead, treated them with a beautiful respect and laid them to rest in exquisite manners. Valasca believed she had found her calling. Wales was nice for a while. Valasca trained as a mortician at a funeral parlour she found by the sea. Her hours were whenever someone knew came in and since the town was small she was able to spend as much time as she needed in the water. However she was constantly hiding and the rumors of people seeing a mermaid sprang about. Even cutting her hair seemed to make no difference. This was when she met a man, her heart still. Valasca's pod with their special connection to death she knew what the man was immediately. Valasca introduced herself - looking for someone in the town who it turned out had moved on - as a member of the vampire council in a town in America. He offered Valasca passage there but she declined, knowing she wouldn't be able to survive that long without water, and instead accepted directions. In Fall Hollow she took a job at the towns local morgue, the one used by police and most of the town since it was convenient. Unlike in Wales deaths in Fall Hollow were unexplained and with everyone's desire to dispose of the bodies in unseemly ways Valasca made herself open to all the killers in Fall Hollow. She would hide their mistakes and in return she could give them the treatment they deserved. Each body prepared to the best she could manage, prayers and blessings made over the body before she reduced them to the earth, sea or smoke depending on their own species or religion she could make out. For the most part she keeps to herself, though over the past five years she's lived in Fall Hollow she has spent a lot at local vampire hang outs. On Fall Hollow lies a sanctuary lead by young mermaid, for all supernatural creatures. The building attached to the funeral offers a place for non-humans to live free of persecution and follow what paths they desire, whether that’s as regular townsfolk and business owners, criminals and shady dealers. However, in return each tenant must work at the funeral. Extra
53,280	1,449	6	1,950	906	Vorel didn't make much of a habit frequenting clubs, but tonight was Samhain and even he decided to try something new. He sat at the bar farther from the dancing and music. Occasionally he would look to see what developments were becoming of the club. A lot of the normal heated moments that were shared or rejected. He noticed Jen sitting alone at a table. He didn't know much about her, except she worked at a bakery, but he made it a point to know all the werewolves, even the Omegas. She was quite a few years younger than him though, so his interest wasn't really piqued in her that way. His interest was piqued by two women who made their way next to him at the bar. The fiery red-head was human, but the sun kissed one was certainly a mermaid from her smell. "Excuse me. I couldn't help but overhear your plan to buy her a drink, but if you don't mind, I would like to buy you both drinks. My name is Vorel if you care. Can I ask your names as well?"	Name: Vorel Raiken Nickname: Vore Age: 34 Gender: Male Sexuality: Hetero Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Council Title: Alpha Male/ Werewolf Councillor Species: Werewolf Occupation Stockbroker Likes: Logic / Power / Women / The simple things in life. Dislikes: Stupidity / Laziness / Hot things Fears: Powerlessness / Losing Control / Fear itself Personality: Vorel is very controlling. He believes in maintaining control of every aspect of his life. This is different from the typical hot blooded werewolves he grew up around, but it's what he attributes to the success he holds today. He works very hard and is very smart as well. He is rather apathetic as well though. He shows little negative emotions and expects others to get over them as quickly as he does. He isn't the strongest werewolf, but underestimating him is a dire mistake. Being bullied as he grew has created a very tough being, both physically and mentally. He is rather patient, but doesn't take well to werewolves being threatened. History: Vorel was born to a set of strong parents. His mother was a Gamma and his father a Delta. He had several brothers and sisters, and his eldest brother is probably the strongest werewolf today. He has a respect for Vorel though, after he beat him up one day. Vorel didn't fight back, but later on his brother returned to his room and found everything was gone. As he turned around in shock, Vorel jumped him and beat him up in return. His brother had gotten in several fights where both sides fought until it was over, but Vorel held his anger until the moment was right. His brother realized the power behind this mentality and gave him due respect after that. He grew up strong, but many didn't like the attitude he kept about him. Though his brother wanted to help him when gangs came at him, he refused and took them on himself. He took many beatings growing up and returned retribution on many of his former enemies. A fear and respect grew about him as more experienced or heard of his work. If he wasn't enacting revenge or instilling fear, he was studying. His favorite subject was economics and he was quickly playing with stocks in his own time. As he began to make money, he began a business. As he rapidly made money, he expanded his business and soon found himself in control of very large amounts of money. A substantial amount was his own as well. With the fall of one of the councillors, he was the obvious choice for a replacement. His physical strength was among the highest in the pack, and his respect and financial control made him a prime candidate for Councillor. He accepted and has served for a few years now. He continues his business, but has faced a significant decrease in bullying. Even other council members have a respect for what this calm cannon may do next. With the werewolf kind backing him, he has plenty of options. Extra He really likes the way the moon lights up snow on a clear night after a fresh snowfall. He loves his suits as well.
53,281	1,449	7	29	5,207	Saoirse was about to reject the offer made by the beautiful woman, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the creeper from before. She then understood; a smile crept up on her face. "Sure. Why not? Just don't expect me to drink to much. You know I can't hold my liqour, babe." She said with a smile and a wink. Saoirse then followed the woman to the bar. Soon after taking a seat, they were addressed by another fellow. "Sorry, mate. But my girlfriend already promised me that she would buy me a round. You're just gonna have to get in line." She replied to the fellow with a slight smirk. She then ordered a small beer and took a sip. She wasn't about to get a drink from a stranger for no reason. At least the woman was repaying a debt. However, this new fellow was offering a drink for no reason, and Saoirse didn't like that. "Besides, me mum told me to never talk to strangers." She smiled jokingly.	Name: Saoirse Clarke Nickname: Selkie Age: 25 Gender: female Sexuality: hetero Relationship Status: single and ready to mingle Gang Rank: N/a Title: N/a Species: human Occupation Freelance artist/painter, illustrator Likes: sketching/drawing Music Singing(she's actually pretty good at it) Sleep Warmth Cheesy love stories Affection Sweets Dislikes: Blood Guns Violence Coldness Physical activity Fears: Monsters from story books(even though she's never met one or at least she doesn't think she's met one) Blood The dark Personality: Saoirse is a very kind, warm, and gentle woman. There isn't a violent bone in her body. She is also very introverted, naive, and innocent and tends to be shy when you first meet her. However, it doesn't take much for her to warm up to somebody. She is a loyal friend and always tries to help out whenever she can. She, of course, also has a tendency to be quite lazy and likes to sleep when she has the time Flaws & Virtues She is innocent to a fault She can be clumsy She is physically weak and has low stamina She has a frail body She is a good singer and artist History: Saoirse's history is nothing extraordinary. She lived a happy childhood and had parents who adored her and a small tight knight group of friends. She was born frail and weak so she would get sick easily, which meant more time for her to persue her passions in life. At a young age, her parents could tell that she had quite a knack for the arts and that she would end up in the artistic field of work. When she graduated from college and embarked on her own, she decided to move to an interesting place called Fall Hollow. She hoped that by moving to such an area, that she would get a fresh start, a clean slate. She had hoped on making some new friends and immerse herself in a different area would be good for her health. Little did she know of what creatures reside there. However, it wouldn't matter much to her anyway. She currently lives alone, locked up in the little apartment she calls home. She has been living there for the past few years and has, for the most part, been shut up in her home, trying to catch up with strict deadlines. On occasion she will go out to explore the local shops and bakeries, that is, when she has the chance. Extra her name is pronounced as see-er-sha She has an Irish accent She has a very low tolerance for alcohol and tends to not drink because of it
53,282	1,449	8	1,770	712	“Oh, sorry, I just assumed someone like you wouldn’t be here alone,” he said with a winsome smile, then extended his hand: “I’m Cas.” She was so painfully awkward that Cas momentarily wondered if it was just an act. Could she be a human form angel just waiting to smack him with heavenly fire? "I’m fairly sure she’s just a shy girl, Casternus" the image of Mariel spoke from the depths of his mind. "Do you mind? I’m busy" he retorted silently, but Mariel was gone. It wasn’t his specialty, but all demons existed to tempt others into sin and claim their souls for Inferno. If he was reading this girl right, it would be easy enough. His senses for mortal desires weren't as refined as an incubus, but he could still sense the deep seated inadequacy she felt, along with a craving for...something. Once he gave her a taste of power, real power, she’d never want to go back; she’d willingly give up her soul to keep it.	Name: Jennifer Flint Nickname: Jen Age: 19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Omega Title: Species: Werewolf Occupation Baker Likes: Italian food, Romance novels, Chess, Drawing Dislikes: Violence, Tidiness, Hospitals Fears: Being thrown out of her pack Personality: Kind, Quiet, Generous, Timid, Easily Frightened, Easy to Push Around Jen has little to no self confidence. She doesn't think that she'll achieve much in life, and just wants to live peacefully. She's a pushover, and is easily ordered around. Though she is timid, she is still willing to talk to people if it is necessary. Her greatest strength is her kindness and generosity. She is always willing to help someone in need, no matter their race, species or gender. History: Jen was born to a Beta of the pack and a 'strong' Omega. She had high expectations from her father, the Beta, and tried her best to live up to them. However, it wasn't in her personality or body to be the wolf her father wanted. He viewed her as weak, both mentally and physically. When she was 16, her father passed away, still disappointed in his daughter. She has been living on her own in a one bedroom apartment since then, regretting every day that she couldn't make him proud, not even once. Extra
53,283	1,449	9	1,359	333	Ali Danea It was the Day of the Dead, and Ali's excitement rolled off of her in waves as she walked down populated streets with her guitar strapped to her back. She had no costume on unlike the others who were dressed up as vampires and the like. It was adorable to watch. Mythical creatures dressing up like other mythical creatures? Oh, the things you see everyday. No Exit was a place that Ali visited often, mostly because her band played there on less busy nights. They had never been given a chance to play during big occassions, and especially not during something like the Day of the Dead. So when Ali received the call earlier that week, she'd grabbed each of her members by the ear and had them practicing from dusk til dawn. She didn't plan to make a career out of music since who she was would make that impossible, but it was fun and she wanted to share that fun with everyone in No Exit. There was a DJ currently manning the station when she got to No Exit. They would be replacing him later tonight, so Ali headed for the back room to deposit her things. Her band members were already there, each in their own costumes. Some of them were hammered and the others were well on their way. With an affectionate smile, Ali left her guitar with them and walked back out into the bar. It was filled with people seeking company for the night, and while she had never been fond of such interactions, it would be good to scout the area. See who they would be playing for and all that. She watched in the sidelines as an Incubus attempted to seduce a young woman and almost charged in herself. Thankfully, someone had come to the dame's rescue. It didn't take her quite long to spot a lonely soul amidst a lust-filled establishment and soon enough, someone had come and snatched that girl too. All Ali could do was chuckle under her breath. The Day of the Dead and people were out there flirting. "Something romantic or something that will get people hot and bothered then, or both," she deduced just as she saw a werewolf she recognized but barely talked to approach the two girls. Vorel, if she remembered correctly. He had seemed like a nice enough fellow but it seemed as though the red-head wasn't quite okay with his arrival. With a deep breath, she walked towards the group and offered a small smile to Vorel. "Sorry to intrude, darlings, but I heard someone was buying drinks and I was hoping if I could get in some of that action," she said with a light laugh. Turning to the red-head, she continued with a hand extended, "The name's Alinea, but please call me Ali. There, I'm not a stranger anymore, am I?" "Stranger or not, my band will be playing up there soon. I was just wondering if you lovely people would like to request a song."	Name: Alinea Crow Danea Nickname: Ali Age: 20 Gender: Female Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: The The Masquerade - Beta Species: Shifter Occupation College Student \| Part-timer at a local bookstore Likes: Music \| The forest \| Coffee Dislikes: The people she cares about getting hurt \| Witches \| Being mocked or looked down on Fears: Heights \| Losing someone she cares about \| Disappointing her father Personality: + Loyal \| + Brave \| + Charming \| - Rash \| - Stubborn \| - Easily manipulated Ali is best described as a person "blooming in the garden of youth", or at least, that's how the elderly folk of Fall Hollow call her when they're in a particularly good mood. It was "damned teenage rascal" when they weren't. Either way, Ali is what you can call a typical teenager with her exhuberant energy and outgoing personality, with just a touch of rebelliousness to spice up the dish. She's the kind of person you'll see in different scenes, chatting with all the right people and effortlessly making friends with anyone she approaches. Ali's loyalty is fierce and unmatched by anything. For the people who have grown dear to her heart, you can be rest assured that Ali would do anything to help and protect you. Of course, it's also this fierce loyalty that can sometimes give Ali tunnel-vision and make her refrain from hearing the other side of a conflict. Her friends' enemies were her enemies, and nothing could change that in her mind even if her friends had been the ones in the wrong. It must be said that this has gotten Ali into trouble more than once, especially when it turned out that her so-called friends had only been manipulating her to do their every whim. Despite this, Ali has never learned. Ali is someone you can be assured would always be there for you, even if she can be a tad reckless at times. She always means well and is willing to lend a helping hand with a bright smile. History: It was the first of December, in the middle of one of the harshest winters experienced by Fall Hollow, when the youngest of the Danea clan entered the world. Julio Danea, the current patriarch of the household, had held his baby girl and announced that her name would be Crow for he was sure that like the rest of their family, the child's spirit animal would be one that made the sky its home and that she would be the best that their family had ever seen. When Ali's third birthday came and she met her spirit animal during one of the family's usual camping trips, her father couldn't be any more disappointed. Her spirit animal had been a black panther, and not the graceful flyer he had expected. Of course, Ali had been too young then to know what that revelation had done to her relationship with her father. Continuing her trend of going against the grain in her family's norms, she found that she had no affinity for strategizing. Unlike her father, grandfather, and great grandfather, she knew she would never take the role of advisor in The Masquerade. She had let her brothers be the ones to compete for that position. Her goal had been something more. As the years passed, Ali strengthened her bond with both her spirit animal and the multitude of land-bound creatures she had intently studied. Sure, she had also shifted into some sea creatures, but they didn't feel as comfortable as being on all fours on good, solid land. And so she honed her skills of transformation to the point that she could partially shift a little bit longer than most of the older shifters. Her physical strength wasn't something to be laughed at either. Before she knew it, she became one of the youngest betas in The Masquerade while her brothers had failed in their tasks of joining the gang as its advisor. Pride swelled up in Ali and she had turned to her father hoping to see the same in his eyes, but she found it wanting. Her relationship with her father remains rocky still and he continues to favour his two sons. He had even refused to let Ali work in the family business, the local animal shelter, which forced Ali to find a part-time job somewhere else. It seemed as though fate continually wanted to wedge an ever bigger gap between Ali and her father as it soon grew apparent that she held a passion for robotics, something that her father has always frowned upon thinking that further technological advancements would push the youth away from nature. Extra • She holds a deep hatred for witches as a dear friend of hers, a werewolf, had died in a skirmish between their two gangs. • She is the lead vocalist of a band she created with her friends in college. They're well-known in Fall Hollow but they only play for fun. Jokingly, they call themselves "Hodgepodge" because each of them are a different species from the other. • She still regularly goes on camping trips in the forest, sometimes even staying out in the wilderness for weeks.
53,284	1,449	10	1,770	712	"I'm Jennifer. But you can call me Jen. Unless you don't want to. You can call me whatever. Well, not whatever, within reason of course," She blurted out, before stopping herself, taking a deep breath. 'Calm down. He's just an incredibly attractive man who has come and sat next to you and started talking to you. Oh, and he assumed you were on a date. On second thought, panicking was not that surprising of a reaction,' she thought, her brain working at one hundred miles an hour. She reached out her own hand and shook his after a moment. She wasn't sure what it was about him that had her in such a state. Besides the aforementioned attractiveness. He just seemed to trigger the animal instincts in her. And that both worried and excited her.	Name: Jennifer Flint Nickname: Jen Age: 19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Omega Title: Species: Werewolf Occupation Baker Likes: Italian food, Romance novels, Chess, Drawing Dislikes: Violence, Tidiness, Hospitals Fears: Being thrown out of her pack Personality: Kind, Quiet, Generous, Timid, Easily Frightened, Easy to Push Around Jen has little to no self confidence. She doesn't think that she'll achieve much in life, and just wants to live peacefully. She's a pushover, and is easily ordered around. Though she is timid, she is still willing to talk to people if it is necessary. Her greatest strength is her kindness and generosity. She is always willing to help someone in need, no matter their race, species or gender. History: Jen was born to a Beta of the pack and a 'strong' Omega. She had high expectations from her father, the Beta, and tried her best to live up to them. However, it wasn't in her personality or body to be the wolf her father wanted. He viewed her as weak, both mentally and physically. When she was 16, her father passed away, still disappointed in his daughter. She has been living on her own in a one bedroom apartment since then, regretting every day that she couldn't make him proud, not even once. Extra
53,285	1,449	11	1,950	906	The human quickly rejected his offer. "Ha, you didn't have to enjoy my company, just my money, but if that's how you want it. I suppose you get a free drink either way." The mermaid was staying pretty quiet, but he was still ready to offer a drink if she accepted. He was about to entertain his own drink as another girl came up to him. She appeared a little more on the wild side, but anyone with the respect to introduce themselves held a high place in his book. "Well it's nice to meet you Ali. I don't suppose we are strangers anymore." He tried to analyze her smell as he greeted her. He took her extended hand and helped her to a seat at the same time. Her smell was quite different to him. She didn't smell like a human or anything else, yet she smelled like everything else as well. He hadn't met many, but shapeshifters were quite interesting to him. "If you're going to be our entertainment for tonight then please have a drink on me. I don't think my typical music taste would go over well in here, but what about 'say my name' by Odessa. Although that might require some crazy equipment. There's 'resistance' by Muse, but he's a male singer. I'm terrible at this. Ha, I like new things, so just play your favorite song for us. In fact lets get everyone ready. A free round for all my friends at the bar!" A small cheer went out as he announced his generosity. He turned to the bartender. "That's everyone but the redhead. Evidently we're strangers." During the excitement, he noticed Jen again, and her new company. "Dirt" He mumbled to himself. His carefree demeanor changed quickly. He knew of Cas and a little of his reputation. He made it a point to know all the power in Fall Hallow. Don't be dumb Jen. He's not leaving with you. He only wants a soul. Waking up from his thoughts, he put on a fake smile and gave his attention back to Ali and the bar. He continued to keep an eye on Cas still. He wasn't losing a werewolf to him tonight.	Name: Vorel Raiken Nickname: Vore Age: 34 Gender: Male Sexuality: Hetero Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Council Title: Alpha Male/ Werewolf Councillor Species: Werewolf Occupation Stockbroker Likes: Logic / Power / Women / The simple things in life. Dislikes: Stupidity / Laziness / Hot things Fears: Powerlessness / Losing Control / Fear itself Personality: Vorel is very controlling. He believes in maintaining control of every aspect of his life. This is different from the typical hot blooded werewolves he grew up around, but it's what he attributes to the success he holds today. He works very hard and is very smart as well. He is rather apathetic as well though. He shows little negative emotions and expects others to get over them as quickly as he does. He isn't the strongest werewolf, but underestimating him is a dire mistake. Being bullied as he grew has created a very tough being, both physically and mentally. He is rather patient, but doesn't take well to werewolves being threatened. History: Vorel was born to a set of strong parents. His mother was a Gamma and his father a Delta. He had several brothers and sisters, and his eldest brother is probably the strongest werewolf today. He has a respect for Vorel though, after he beat him up one day. Vorel didn't fight back, but later on his brother returned to his room and found everything was gone. As he turned around in shock, Vorel jumped him and beat him up in return. His brother had gotten in several fights where both sides fought until it was over, but Vorel held his anger until the moment was right. His brother realized the power behind this mentality and gave him due respect after that. He grew up strong, but many didn't like the attitude he kept about him. Though his brother wanted to help him when gangs came at him, he refused and took them on himself. He took many beatings growing up and returned retribution on many of his former enemies. A fear and respect grew about him as more experienced or heard of his work. If he wasn't enacting revenge or instilling fear, he was studying. His favorite subject was economics and he was quickly playing with stocks in his own time. As he began to make money, he began a business. As he rapidly made money, he expanded his business and soon found himself in control of very large amounts of money. A substantial amount was his own as well. With the fall of one of the councillors, he was the obvious choice for a replacement. His physical strength was among the highest in the pack, and his respect and financial control made him a prime candidate for Councillor. He accepted and has served for a few years now. He continues his business, but has faced a significant decrease in bullying. Even other council members have a respect for what this calm cannon may do next. With the werewolf kind backing him, he has plenty of options. Extra He really likes the way the moon lights up snow on a clear night after a fresh snowfall. He loves his suits as well.
53,286	1,449	12	29	5,207	"You do songs, yeah? How about... Oh I know! 'I write sins, not tragedies' by Panic! At the disco? If ya want, I could join in on the fun and do some singing if ya like." Saoirse replied with a wink and a smile. She then laughed. "The name's Saoirse. Nice to meet you Ali." Saoirse then scowled at the man who called himself Vorel. "You'll never get in a woman's pants with that attitude, sweet heart. Trust me, I would never enjoy your company or money, with your personality." She replied to him with a smirk, before returning to Ali. There was something about this guy she just couldn't stand. "So how about it? Mind if I join in on the fun?" Saoirse asked once again.	Name: Saoirse Clarke Nickname: Selkie Age: 25 Gender: female Sexuality: hetero Relationship Status: single and ready to mingle Gang Rank: N/a Title: N/a Species: human Occupation Freelance artist/painter, illustrator Likes: sketching/drawing Music Singing(she's actually pretty good at it) Sleep Warmth Cheesy love stories Affection Sweets Dislikes: Blood Guns Violence Coldness Physical activity Fears: Monsters from story books(even though she's never met one or at least she doesn't think she's met one) Blood The dark Personality: Saoirse is a very kind, warm, and gentle woman. There isn't a violent bone in her body. She is also very introverted, naive, and innocent and tends to be shy when you first meet her. However, it doesn't take much for her to warm up to somebody. She is a loyal friend and always tries to help out whenever she can. She, of course, also has a tendency to be quite lazy and likes to sleep when she has the time Flaws & Virtues She is innocent to a fault She can be clumsy She is physically weak and has low stamina She has a frail body She is a good singer and artist History: Saoirse's history is nothing extraordinary. She lived a happy childhood and had parents who adored her and a small tight knight group of friends. She was born frail and weak so she would get sick easily, which meant more time for her to persue her passions in life. At a young age, her parents could tell that she had quite a knack for the arts and that she would end up in the artistic field of work. When she graduated from college and embarked on her own, she decided to move to an interesting place called Fall Hollow. She hoped that by moving to such an area, that she would get a fresh start, a clean slate. She had hoped on making some new friends and immerse herself in a different area would be good for her health. Little did she know of what creatures reside there. However, it wouldn't matter much to her anyway. She currently lives alone, locked up in the little apartment she calls home. She has been living there for the past few years and has, for the most part, been shut up in her home, trying to catch up with strict deadlines. On occasion she will go out to explore the local shops and bakeries, that is, when she has the chance. Extra her name is pronounced as see-er-sha She has an Irish accent She has a very low tolerance for alcohol and tends to not drink because of it
53,287	1,449	13	2,485	365	Once the two arrived to the bar, it was not long before the merwoman had captured the attention of the bartender. A small smile spread on the bartender's lips, happy to see the such a true beauty. As daughters of the sea, they are beautiful aquatic creatures which rise up from the waves to lure men into their arms. Beautiful, conniving and dangerous. She really needed something to drink. Her throat felt dry, and it was a feeling that she didn’t quite like. Valasca was about to order a round of drinks for the two of them, when a man came out of nowhere and introduced himself, after he offered to buy the drinks. Valasca stayed silent as her new friend tried to scared off the older man, and although his face looked so familiar, her mind was too clouded to tell. Unlike, the most of the species in the city. She could not tell who was what by smell or touch. Like the humans, Val had to discover them by show. “Thank you,” she said when her eyes met his, " I am sure, my friend means well." Val placed her hand on the girl's shoulder, a small reassurement and recognition for what the she had done for Val. Another woman calmly greeted the small group at the bar. “ Valasca.” she called out to the crowd, but her voice was drowned out by the noises of the crowd. Val felt the buzz in her pocket and knew she needed to leave soon, to attend her business. It’s just that the call came on a very bad timing. Val looked at the watch on her hand. 3:07 AM. Valasca enjoyed live singing, just like any of her kind and to have the chance to experience the new genre of music. It had become more excited when her new friend asked to join in the fun. She raised her arm and order a round of shots for new friends.	Name: Valasca Del Viento Nickname: Val Age: 27 Gender: Female Sexuality: Asexual Panromantic Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Associate Title: Species: Mermaid Occupation Mortician Likes: - Death - Salty Foods - Her daily swims Dislikes: - Anyone who treats her clients ill - Being lied to - Sweets - Theft Fears: Have her establishment and sanctuary taken from her Personality: Now that Valasca’s been living in Fall Hollow, she finally feels free for the first time in her life. She doesn't need to change her name or hide who she is. However, despite that freedom, old habits die hard. Despite her warm and caring nature, Valasca is still very much a secretive and closed off individual that has a great deal of trouble opening up to people about who she really is or letting them into her more private life. This can make her come off as a bit distant, but despite that she is still never much a caring mortician that will go above and beyond for her patients. She is more than happy to take care of her clients needs as well as take notes on the various different species in the city to further her knowledge. History: Valasca was born in the murky waters of a town that was submerged in water to stop the flooding of Spain five decades ago. Unlike most pods who stuck to areas easily evacuated the pod Valasca was born to had a higher purpose, or so they believed. Valasca pod was connected to others who all believed in their own Gods that lived in the stars above, a world they considered to be a vast ocean. To make it to this place in the after life their role in the life they currently lead was to care for those bodies tossed off boats, thrown from peers to hide murders, sunken graves and mere accidents. They were to help these people move to their own afterlife. So when the town of Capel Celyn sank and became the reservoir it turned into their pod home, to watch over the graves of those who had now sunk beneath the water. The devotion to their religion was a heavy one. They prayed to a mermaid who was as big as the earth, she had formed the oceans with her body, carved them as she swam through the infinite waters of the life beyond, a world that rested on top of their own. It was not just her though, their were many mermaids, each representing something new. Interitus was merely the main one, the one who judged them at the end of their time to decide if they began anew, having to try again, or made it through to a new life in the waters above. Like most in the pod Valasca took her devotion to Interitus seriously, praying to her, making offerings and participating in the rituals of the tribe. One of the main rituals was the summoning of the spirits to bless them. It was the one that focused most on the deceased beings, praised them as those of a higher purpose as they were in the world beyond the one where Valasca and her pod rested. This was where Valasca's obsession with death began. Even the sea creatures she feasted on she treated with the utmost care, making sure their move into the world beyond was a gracious one. Things only escalated when she was sent to perform the ritual to adulthood. One of the few females who were sent out she was expected to return home for the future of their pod. Valasca didn’t. Much like the ritual of Rumspringa the mermaids were to go to the surface for seven evenings and return the wiser for it. Valasca instead found herself half intoxicated with desire and half sick with hate at the ease of access she had to death. The parts of animals that lay on display for others to judge and chose for consumption revolting her but then there were large homes, homes that looked after the dead, treated them with a beautiful respect and laid them to rest in exquisite manners. Valasca believed she had found her calling. Wales was nice for a while. Valasca trained as a mortician at a funeral parlour she found by the sea. Her hours were whenever someone knew came in and since the town was small she was able to spend as much time as she needed in the water. However she was constantly hiding and the rumors of people seeing a mermaid sprang about. Even cutting her hair seemed to make no difference. This was when she met a man, her heart still. Valasca's pod with their special connection to death she knew what the man was immediately. Valasca introduced herself - looking for someone in the town who it turned out had moved on - as a member of the vampire council in a town in America. He offered Valasca passage there but she declined, knowing she wouldn't be able to survive that long without water, and instead accepted directions. In Fall Hollow she took a job at the towns local morgue, the one used by police and most of the town since it was convenient. Unlike in Wales deaths in Fall Hollow were unexplained and with everyone's desire to dispose of the bodies in unseemly ways Valasca made herself open to all the killers in Fall Hollow. She would hide their mistakes and in return she could give them the treatment they deserved. Each body prepared to the best she could manage, prayers and blessings made over the body before she reduced them to the earth, sea or smoke depending on their own species or religion she could make out. For the most part she keeps to herself, though over the past five years she's lived in Fall Hollow she has spent a lot at local vampire hang outs. On Fall Hollow lies a sanctuary lead by young mermaid, for all supernatural creatures. The building attached to the funeral offers a place for non-humans to live free of persecution and follow what paths they desire, whether that’s as regular townsfolk and business owners, criminals and shady dealers. However, in return each tenant must work at the funeral. Extra
53,288	1,449	14	1,359	333	Ali Danea Ali accepted the drink offered to her by the bartender. Whether it was from Vorel or Valasca, she didn't know and neither did she care. It was a free drink and that was always good so long as the one offering it wasn't a total creep or a demon. There were still witches that worried her, but she doubted any of their kind had attended the bar party. She took a sip, pondering the suggested songs. She wasn't particularly familiar with 'Say My Name' and she was sure attempting that one song might end up causing more trouble than she could handle. 'Resistance', though, was something she thought her band could perform. It may have been sung by a male lead, but that had never been a problem before. People have, after all, commented that both her voice and her looks gave a masculine edge. "Resistance might be good. I'll have to discuss it with the others but I don't think they'll say no," she answered, smiling at Vorel. "Good taste in music." She turned to the redhead - Saoirse. She didn't seem to be going along well with Vorel, and Ali couldn't help but wonder why that was. Was it simply because of a bad first meeting? Or was there more tension hidden underneath? Ali shook her head at herself. She couldn't entertain thoughts like that at a party, especially one that she was going to perform with. "Well, love, pretty ladies are always welcome to share the stage with me," she fired back, laughing lightheartedly at the wink. Saoirse seemed like the type of person Ali liked to be around, although she still couldn't understand the redhead's aversion to Vorel. Maybe at another time and another place, the animosity between them wouldn't be so high. She waved a hand in greeting to Valesca, whose introduction she only heard because of keen senses developed from being in the woods too much. She was just about to ask Valesca if she had anything to suggest when she heard Vorel mutter something under his breath. Following his line of sight, she saw the lonely girl from before - Jen, she finally remembered, was a werewolf like Vorel - and the guy who had approached her. She hadn't allowed herself to look at him much earlier, but now that she did, there was a distinct aura around him. She didn't know what to call it, but it couldn't be good. She moved closer to Vorel, enough to be able to whisper to him in the crowded bar. "Something wrong?"	Name: Alinea Crow Danea Nickname: Ali Age: 20 Gender: Female Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: The The Masquerade - Beta Species: Shifter Occupation College Student \| Part-timer at a local bookstore Likes: Music \| The forest \| Coffee Dislikes: The people she cares about getting hurt \| Witches \| Being mocked or looked down on Fears: Heights \| Losing someone she cares about \| Disappointing her father Personality: + Loyal \| + Brave \| + Charming \| - Rash \| - Stubborn \| - Easily manipulated Ali is best described as a person "blooming in the garden of youth", or at least, that's how the elderly folk of Fall Hollow call her when they're in a particularly good mood. It was "damned teenage rascal" when they weren't. Either way, Ali is what you can call a typical teenager with her exhuberant energy and outgoing personality, with just a touch of rebelliousness to spice up the dish. She's the kind of person you'll see in different scenes, chatting with all the right people and effortlessly making friends with anyone she approaches. Ali's loyalty is fierce and unmatched by anything. For the people who have grown dear to her heart, you can be rest assured that Ali would do anything to help and protect you. Of course, it's also this fierce loyalty that can sometimes give Ali tunnel-vision and make her refrain from hearing the other side of a conflict. Her friends' enemies were her enemies, and nothing could change that in her mind even if her friends had been the ones in the wrong. It must be said that this has gotten Ali into trouble more than once, especially when it turned out that her so-called friends had only been manipulating her to do their every whim. Despite this, Ali has never learned. Ali is someone you can be assured would always be there for you, even if she can be a tad reckless at times. She always means well and is willing to lend a helping hand with a bright smile. History: It was the first of December, in the middle of one of the harshest winters experienced by Fall Hollow, when the youngest of the Danea clan entered the world. Julio Danea, the current patriarch of the household, had held his baby girl and announced that her name would be Crow for he was sure that like the rest of their family, the child's spirit animal would be one that made the sky its home and that she would be the best that their family had ever seen. When Ali's third birthday came and she met her spirit animal during one of the family's usual camping trips, her father couldn't be any more disappointed. Her spirit animal had been a black panther, and not the graceful flyer he had expected. Of course, Ali had been too young then to know what that revelation had done to her relationship with her father. Continuing her trend of going against the grain in her family's norms, she found that she had no affinity for strategizing. Unlike her father, grandfather, and great grandfather, she knew she would never take the role of advisor in The Masquerade. She had let her brothers be the ones to compete for that position. Her goal had been something more. As the years passed, Ali strengthened her bond with both her spirit animal and the multitude of land-bound creatures she had intently studied. Sure, she had also shifted into some sea creatures, but they didn't feel as comfortable as being on all fours on good, solid land. And so she honed her skills of transformation to the point that she could partially shift a little bit longer than most of the older shifters. Her physical strength wasn't something to be laughed at either. Before she knew it, she became one of the youngest betas in The Masquerade while her brothers had failed in their tasks of joining the gang as its advisor. Pride swelled up in Ali and she had turned to her father hoping to see the same in his eyes, but she found it wanting. Her relationship with her father remains rocky still and he continues to favour his two sons. He had even refused to let Ali work in the family business, the local animal shelter, which forced Ali to find a part-time job somewhere else. It seemed as though fate continually wanted to wedge an ever bigger gap between Ali and her father as it soon grew apparent that she held a passion for robotics, something that her father has always frowned upon thinking that further technological advancements would push the youth away from nature. Extra • She holds a deep hatred for witches as a dear friend of hers, a werewolf, had died in a skirmish between their two gangs. • She is the lead vocalist of a band she created with her friends in college. They're well-known in Fall Hollow but they only play for fun. Jokingly, they call themselves "Hodgepodge" because each of them are a different species from the other. • She still regularly goes on camping trips in the forest, sometimes even staying out in the wilderness for weeks.
53,289	1,449	15	1,950	906	This was part of the reason Vorel hated clubs. First starting friendly conversations was ruined by people like Saoirse. He always considered it rude to reject gifts as well. Then Valasca wanted to buy the rounds. Vorel could sense this wasn't meant to be a one up, but it was very inopportunely timed. She seemed polite though, timid as well. Vorel just went ahead and drank with them and decided to let the slightly confused bartender decide who to give the tab. "Thank you. I look forward to hearing you as well. I'm sure preparing lineups for special events like these isn't easy." Ali even accepted Saoirse's invitation to sing. Vorel thought about it for a moment and realized that all three of these women could be good singers. If Saoirse really was that confident in her voice, then she had to be a good singer. That or she was drunk, but she didn't seem loopy or wild. Mermaids were sometimes mixed with Sirens, and if Valasca had what most called a siren's voice then it must be heavenly. Ali was getting paid to sing, so even if it was small events, he still considered her a professional singer. Vorel evidently was caught eyeing Jen and Cas. Ali quietly asked about it, but his keen hearing picked it up fine. He kept the conversation private with Ali. "Well, that man over there at the table with the girl. He's an old demon, but he's been known to have been stealing souls around the Hallow. He's kept a low profile, but the girl is an acquaintance, and I don't want her leaving with him."	Name: Vorel Raiken Nickname: Vore Age: 34 Gender: Male Sexuality: Hetero Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Council Title: Alpha Male/ Werewolf Councillor Species: Werewolf Occupation Stockbroker Likes: Logic / Power / Women / The simple things in life. Dislikes: Stupidity / Laziness / Hot things Fears: Powerlessness / Losing Control / Fear itself Personality: Vorel is very controlling. He believes in maintaining control of every aspect of his life. This is different from the typical hot blooded werewolves he grew up around, but it's what he attributes to the success he holds today. He works very hard and is very smart as well. He is rather apathetic as well though. He shows little negative emotions and expects others to get over them as quickly as he does. He isn't the strongest werewolf, but underestimating him is a dire mistake. Being bullied as he grew has created a very tough being, both physically and mentally. He is rather patient, but doesn't take well to werewolves being threatened. History: Vorel was born to a set of strong parents. His mother was a Gamma and his father a Delta. He had several brothers and sisters, and his eldest brother is probably the strongest werewolf today. He has a respect for Vorel though, after he beat him up one day. Vorel didn't fight back, but later on his brother returned to his room and found everything was gone. As he turned around in shock, Vorel jumped him and beat him up in return. His brother had gotten in several fights where both sides fought until it was over, but Vorel held his anger until the moment was right. His brother realized the power behind this mentality and gave him due respect after that. He grew up strong, but many didn't like the attitude he kept about him. Though his brother wanted to help him when gangs came at him, he refused and took them on himself. He took many beatings growing up and returned retribution on many of his former enemies. A fear and respect grew about him as more experienced or heard of his work. If he wasn't enacting revenge or instilling fear, he was studying. His favorite subject was economics and he was quickly playing with stocks in his own time. As he began to make money, he began a business. As he rapidly made money, he expanded his business and soon found himself in control of very large amounts of money. A substantial amount was his own as well. With the fall of one of the councillors, he was the obvious choice for a replacement. His physical strength was among the highest in the pack, and his respect and financial control made him a prime candidate for Councillor. He accepted and has served for a few years now. He continues his business, but has faced a significant decrease in bullying. Even other council members have a respect for what this calm cannon may do next. With the werewolf kind backing him, he has plenty of options. Extra He really likes the way the moon lights up snow on a clear night after a fresh snowfall. He loves his suits as well.
53,290	1,449	16	2,485	365	Her legs hurt, so damned badly. The muscles felt like they were bathing in lava. She could swear her quads were about to peel off from fatigue. But she didn't stop running. Even as her lungs burned and screamed for oxygen from overexertion, she didn't DARE stop running. Not if she wanted to live. Her heart continued to pound, each time she heard the gunshot she expected to feel a burning pain, she expected to feel something more than just fear and anxiety. The young teen expected to see her life flash before her eyes before it slipped away from her. The ground was dry and sturdy beneath her feet, she was running for her life, doing her best to prolong it even if just for few minutes. However, her body was weak from the past few days, she was exhausted and simply running on adrenaline. Despite that she did not stop, she kept running further into abandoned warehouse. The gunshots stopped, it was eerily quiet in the dark, not even the sound of the insects reached her ears. Foolishly, she stopped. She couldn't run anymore, her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Everything felt weak and about ready to give up, using the support of a building. What chance was there that a handful of men would find her this far out, would dare to follow in the dark. SHe figured she was safe. At least that what she thought. That was when a shadowy figure darted in front of her, she pressed her body into the wall hoping it would protect her from what was to come. Once again the shadow figure darted across her line of sight and again and again as if toying with young teen. She didn't dare to call out or whisper a word. If she did those hunting her would hear her. Biting her lips, she refused to risk even to breath. Her amber eyes began to searching the dark, trying to spot the shadow figure. Then it pounced, this furry creature came running out of the darkness to her.... The late hours of night slowly changed over to the early moments of morning. The tray of shots continued to be brought to the group which in just a short amount of time had managed to enjoy one another's company. Valasca was about order another round of drinks when her cell buzzed in her jeans. Reaching for the device she took a sip of her vodka with salt, her face turned pale at the familiar number and without hesitation, she pressed accept. Valasca slowly rubbed her eyes, feeling groggy while the world around her sway from side to side. "Talk to me." She absently nodded her head while continually pushing through the crowd to reach the exit. Once outside, she paced back and forth while she tried to fight the cold wind. She rubbed her face while the detailed were handed to her "Alright, ETA in about ten." Hanging up the, merwoman placed her phone back into her pocket. " Damn it," Once again murder had come to Fall Hollow.	Name: Valasca Del Viento Nickname: Val Age: 27 Gender: Female Sexuality: Asexual Panromantic Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Associate Title: Species: Mermaid Occupation Mortician Likes: - Death - Salty Foods - Her daily swims Dislikes: - Anyone who treats her clients ill - Being lied to - Sweets - Theft Fears: Have her establishment and sanctuary taken from her Personality: Now that Valasca’s been living in Fall Hollow, she finally feels free for the first time in her life. She doesn't need to change her name or hide who she is. However, despite that freedom, old habits die hard. Despite her warm and caring nature, Valasca is still very much a secretive and closed off individual that has a great deal of trouble opening up to people about who she really is or letting them into her more private life. This can make her come off as a bit distant, but despite that she is still never much a caring mortician that will go above and beyond for her patients. She is more than happy to take care of her clients needs as well as take notes on the various different species in the city to further her knowledge. History: Valasca was born in the murky waters of a town that was submerged in water to stop the flooding of Spain five decades ago. Unlike most pods who stuck to areas easily evacuated the pod Valasca was born to had a higher purpose, or so they believed. Valasca pod was connected to others who all believed in their own Gods that lived in the stars above, a world they considered to be a vast ocean. To make it to this place in the after life their role in the life they currently lead was to care for those bodies tossed off boats, thrown from peers to hide murders, sunken graves and mere accidents. They were to help these people move to their own afterlife. So when the town of Capel Celyn sank and became the reservoir it turned into their pod home, to watch over the graves of those who had now sunk beneath the water. The devotion to their religion was a heavy one. They prayed to a mermaid who was as big as the earth, she had formed the oceans with her body, carved them as she swam through the infinite waters of the life beyond, a world that rested on top of their own. It was not just her though, their were many mermaids, each representing something new. Interitus was merely the main one, the one who judged them at the end of their time to decide if they began anew, having to try again, or made it through to a new life in the waters above. Like most in the pod Valasca took her devotion to Interitus seriously, praying to her, making offerings and participating in the rituals of the tribe. One of the main rituals was the summoning of the spirits to bless them. It was the one that focused most on the deceased beings, praised them as those of a higher purpose as they were in the world beyond the one where Valasca and her pod rested. This was where Valasca's obsession with death began. Even the sea creatures she feasted on she treated with the utmost care, making sure their move into the world beyond was a gracious one. Things only escalated when she was sent to perform the ritual to adulthood. One of the few females who were sent out she was expected to return home for the future of their pod. Valasca didn’t. Much like the ritual of Rumspringa the mermaids were to go to the surface for seven evenings and return the wiser for it. Valasca instead found herself half intoxicated with desire and half sick with hate at the ease of access she had to death. The parts of animals that lay on display for others to judge and chose for consumption revolting her but then there were large homes, homes that looked after the dead, treated them with a beautiful respect and laid them to rest in exquisite manners. Valasca believed she had found her calling. Wales was nice for a while. Valasca trained as a mortician at a funeral parlour she found by the sea. Her hours were whenever someone knew came in and since the town was small she was able to spend as much time as she needed in the water. However she was constantly hiding and the rumors of people seeing a mermaid sprang about. Even cutting her hair seemed to make no difference. This was when she met a man, her heart still. Valasca's pod with their special connection to death she knew what the man was immediately. Valasca introduced herself - looking for someone in the town who it turned out had moved on - as a member of the vampire council in a town in America. He offered Valasca passage there but she declined, knowing she wouldn't be able to survive that long without water, and instead accepted directions. In Fall Hollow she took a job at the towns local morgue, the one used by police and most of the town since it was convenient. Unlike in Wales deaths in Fall Hollow were unexplained and with everyone's desire to dispose of the bodies in unseemly ways Valasca made herself open to all the killers in Fall Hollow. She would hide their mistakes and in return she could give them the treatment they deserved. Each body prepared to the best she could manage, prayers and blessings made over the body before she reduced them to the earth, sea or smoke depending on their own species or religion she could make out. For the most part she keeps to herself, though over the past five years she's lived in Fall Hollow she has spent a lot at local vampire hang outs. On Fall Hollow lies a sanctuary lead by young mermaid, for all supernatural creatures. The building attached to the funeral offers a place for non-humans to live free of persecution and follow what paths they desire, whether that’s as regular townsfolk and business owners, criminals and shady dealers. However, in return each tenant must work at the funeral. Extra
53,291	1,449	17	1,770	712	“Nice to meet you Jen,” Cas replied. She seemed extremely distracted by his appearance, so he decided to toy with that. All demons on the mortal plane were attractive, male or female. Part of the whole temptation thing. Cas stretched luxuriously, raising his hands above his head and exposing his well toned midriff. In the back of his mind, he could practically feel Mariel rolling her eyes. “Sorry,” he said. “A little sore after work today. So, Jen, a question I always love to ask new friends: let’s say you found a genie, and he granted you three wishes. What would they be? No wishing for more wishes though, that’s too obvious,” Cas laughed. A slight tingling feeling abruptly let Cas know that someone was watching him very intently. A quick glance over Jen's shoulder found the source; a well dressed man doing shots with a group of women. He was handsome enough, Cas would have to go chat him up once he was done with Jen for tonight. It was a pretty slim chance that she'd actually commit her soul so quickly, so Cas was planning on developing a closer friendship before getting too heavily into the serious business. One night stands were hardly the most trusted people, so Jen was physically off limits tonight. The well dressed guy would do nicely in her place.	Name: Jennifer Flint Nickname: Jen Age: 19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Omega Title: Species: Werewolf Occupation Baker Likes: Italian food, Romance novels, Chess, Drawing Dislikes: Violence, Tidiness, Hospitals Fears: Being thrown out of her pack Personality: Kind, Quiet, Generous, Timid, Easily Frightened, Easy to Push Around Jen has little to no self confidence. She doesn't think that she'll achieve much in life, and just wants to live peacefully. She's a pushover, and is easily ordered around. Though she is timid, she is still willing to talk to people if it is necessary. Her greatest strength is her kindness and generosity. She is always willing to help someone in need, no matter their race, species or gender. History: Jen was born to a Beta of the pack and a 'strong' Omega. She had high expectations from her father, the Beta, and tried her best to live up to them. However, it wasn't in her personality or body to be the wolf her father wanted. He viewed her as weak, both mentally and physically. When she was 16, her father passed away, still disappointed in his daughter. She has been living on her own in a one bedroom apartment since then, regretting every day that she couldn't make him proud, not even once. Extra
53,292	1,449	18	1,770	712	Jen pondered that for a moment. "Umm... Well, I guess I'd ask for an end to war to start off with. And I would probably ask for an end to world hunger at the same time. As for the last one..." She grew quiet for a few seconds, before blushing brightly, "I'd rather not say." The last part came out as a squeak, betraying her embarrassment at what she had thought. This was not helped by the way he was showing off his body, Jen's brain having an overload as several signals shot across it, most of them being excitement and sheer terror. 'What is he doing talking to me? There's a bunch of other hotter girls in here,' She thought to herself.	Name: Jennifer Flint Nickname: Jen Age: 19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Gang Rank: Omega Title: Species: Werewolf Occupation Baker Likes: Italian food, Romance novels, Chess, Drawing Dislikes: Violence, Tidiness, Hospitals Fears: Being thrown out of her pack Personality: Kind, Quiet, Generous, Timid, Easily Frightened, Easy to Push Around Jen has little to no self confidence. She doesn't think that she'll achieve much in life, and just wants to live peacefully. She's a pushover, and is easily ordered around. Though she is timid, she is still willing to talk to people if it is necessary. Her greatest strength is her kindness and generosity. She is always willing to help someone in need, no matter their race, species or gender. History: Jen was born to a Beta of the pack and a 'strong' Omega. She had high expectations from her father, the Beta, and tried her best to live up to them. However, it wasn't in her personality or body to be the wolf her father wanted. He viewed her as weak, both mentally and physically. When she was 16, her father passed away, still disappointed in his daughter. She has been living on her own in a one bedroom apartment since then, regretting every day that she couldn't make him proud, not even once. Extra
53,293	1,450	0	1,365	7,531	My heart thirsts for bloodshed against the enemies of the Horde, but I know in my heart that war is only just when the purpose is ultimately peace. So I will make war against these 'Scarlet Crusaders' and the Undead until all enemies are gone and the Humans of Lordareon can return to Stratholme, and so the Light and the Ancestors can bring reconcilliation between our peoples; the Horde and Alliance. My axe is ready and my head is clear. The Adventurers have reached Light's Hope Chapel, and are resting to make ready for the assault. All that remains now is choice of targets. Shall we attack the Scarlet Crusade in the Scarlet Bastion, or shall we go after the Scourge and their greater numbers first? Either way, both my warrior's heart and priest's mind will be satisfied. Lok'tar'ogar, Victory or Death! Rogrelg closed his diary before walking out of the chapel, in order to see the gathered party that had accepted the Argent Dawn Commission. Prominent among them was a former Dalaran Mage, one of average power. The others, well, they were a bit generic and nondescript, but still good warriors anyway. A mix of Alliance and Horde races, along with Night Elves and some Forsaken and Blood Elves, these were the flower of what Azeroth had to offer. Also...was that a Makura? What a curiosity! Either way, armed with average gear, some enchanted, some mundane, and one or two of magical materials, the raid was prepared for their first, highly-paying, job. "All right," Rogrelg spoke, "my name is Rogrelg Shining-Hand, and yes, I am a Priest of the Holy Light; a Bishop under the Archbishop of Orgrimmar. That means that I outrank any Priests among you, even though I am a 'bloodthirsty Orc'. But, then again, most of us do have a tolerance for bloodthirst; otherwise, we wouldn't be at the Warfront." He then looked at Hallam Ramsey. "You, you've experience with the undead, right? Not to mention that for now, you're the only one who stands out among this gang. So, I am appointing you my second-in-command." Rogrelg was blunt. "And, as for your first duty, I am going to ask you what option to take in the coming raid. The Argent Dawn has already created two seperate strategies for the Scarlet-held side and the districts held by the Scourge." "Basically, Stratholme has two entrances, the Main Gate, and the Service Entrance, and two sides, centred around the two structures of the Scarlet Bastion, held by the Scarlet Crusade and the Slaugtherhouse, the centre of the Scourge's operations. The Service Entrance can be picked by this key," Rogrelg then produced a small key in his hand, "but leads almost exclusively to the Undead side." "The Undead side has the disadvantage that the enemy is more numerous, but more easily destroyed by fire and Light magic. The Scarlet side meanwhile, is held by soldiers of high quality and fanaticism, but number much less. However, both choices are risky, as there are only 15 of us, including me, which begs the question: How can we win? Well, that's where the plans come in." "Long ago, before the Scourge, Warchief Thrall once attacked the city in order to rescue an Orc about to be executed, Eitrigg. He did so without killing any civilians, and furthermore, it was a stealth attack, which took advantage of various alleyways, tunnels, and of course, the various forces of nature that the Warchief commanded. I was a personal witness - and participant - to that." "Look at me rambling. My point is, I know the alleyways and tunnels that can lead us to either the Scarlet Bastion and The Slaugtherhouse. And you guys provide the powers of nature and arcane magic that can get us past any changes made in the city by the various calamities that befell it. Finally, I am a channel for the Holy Light." Rogrelg then looked at them. "Which is why I believe should we make the choice to attack either enemy now, then we might just win."	1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore. 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: Male 4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind. 5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe. 6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed. In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way. Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them? But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them. The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would. 7: Random Information: - Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind. - Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments. - Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore.
53,294	1,450	1	1,800	465	It had been a long time since Hallam had donned his Dalaran robes and wielded his stolen staff- well, stolen was not quite the right word, looted would be a more accurate term - but he felt it was only right that for his return to the continent of his birth he would wear the garments of his home city. They were in good shape, mended by a kind Gnome woman in Theramore, otherwise no matter the sentiment he wouldn't have brought them. Of course he now had an Argent Dawn tabard pulled over the fine cloth, but that couldn't be helped even if he'd wanted it gone, the other Argents would need a way to recognize him, besides; it was nice to feel as if he was a part of something greater. Inspecting his reflection in the bowl of water one last time, Hallam made sure he didn't look as if he hadn't slept in days. This place brought back old memories, giving life to nightmares he'd had ever since the Fall. As of now he was running on a variety of potions and what he could scrape away from his few fitful power naps. He couldn't bring himself to sleep at night, so he'd taken shifts on the night watch as often as he could so he could have an excuse to nap in the day. Deciding that his latest attempt at sleep had been enough - and it had to be, because he ertainly wasn't sleeping anymore today - Hallam washed his face and left his tent to prepare for their assault on the city. He remembered Stratholme, faintly at least, his aunt had moved there and occasionally his mother would take him to visit her family in the city. It looked nothing like he remembered though, everything here was rotted and dead. Even the stone was crumbling and weak. the trees were the worst though, they looked like they were screaming, or they did when there were trees at all, a large mushroom forest had sprung up looking for all the world as if it'd been there since the dawn of time. That was how entrenched the Scourge was, not just the Undead themselves, but their taint and corruption had long since gripped the very land itself and laughed in the face of the living as it twisted their beautiful homeland into an unrecognizable ruin. Hallam fell into step with the others as the group began to gather around the Orc who led them. He was forced to hide his distaste, having never been fond of Orcs he found it especially frustrating to follow one's lead. Still, it wouldn't be in charge if it wasn't worthy of the position. He supposed he could trust it for now, so deep in enemy territory it was unlikely the Horde would turn on them, or at least not until they were safe again and out of the Scourge's reach. He kept a wary eye on it though, he'd heard stories of wild Orcs raiding villages back before the Scourge. They were trying only to free their brethren Hallam knew, but they certainly hadn't skipped any chance to take a Human life while doing so. He would do his best to make sure this Orc didn't get him killed in this campaign. "All right," Rogrelg spoke, "my name is Rogrelg Shining-Hand, and yes, I am a Priest of the Holy Light; a Bishop under the Archbishop of Orgrimmar. That means that I outrank any Priests among you, even though I am a 'bloodthirsty Orc'. But, then again, most of us do have a tolerance for bloodthirst; otherwise, we wouldn't be at the Warfront." He then looked at Hallam Ramsey. A Priest? Hallam thought, eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise. As if I needed more proof of the Light's fallibility, here I have it. Hallam had never been the most devout follower of the Light, but he'd respected it nonetheless, had done so all the way up until the Fall. The Priests in Dalaran had been cut down like so much stumbling newborn calves, powerless against a Death Knight's blade, it seemed at every turn there was the Light, failing to help them, to save them. He'd traveled with a Priest in that year stranded in the Foothills, every day the man's faith had withered just a bit more until the Light no longer answered him. Now look at it, the Light was bestowing it's gifts to savage, bloodthirsty invaders? How ironic. "You, you've experience with the undead, right? Not to mention that for now, you're the only one who stands out among this gang. So, I am appointing you my second-in-command." Rogrelg was blunt. "And, as for your first duty, I am going to ask you what option to take in the coming raid. The Argent Dawn has already created two seperate strategies for the Scarlet-held side and the districts held by the Scourge." Hallam flushed his suspicious thoughts, pulling his best professional persona to the fore. No matter that it was an Orc, there was a job to do and he was going to do it. Today they were united, and the Scourge would burn before them. He listened attentively as Rogrelg outlined the Dawn's options here, explaining how it's own knowledge would aid them in their mission. "The Scarlet's are our best option I think." Hallam said after a moment of though. "Our only option I believe. They are well fortified, which will allow us to swoop in and take over their fortifications. It will give us time to regroup before moving on the Scourge. Otherwise they would leap at the opportunity to fight us once we've cleared the Scourge, and out in the open we'd have no advantage against their defensive positions should they push at us from behind. Perhaps we could take them anyway, but I think it best we aim for every advantage we can get, needed or not." He turned steely eyes on the other members of their party, sizing up their crew seriously. "I expect each of you to fight your greatest, pull out all your tricks and utilize your best abilities, because the slightest mistake here will see you a fate worse than death. The Crusaders will take you in for interrogation, but don't mistake the pretty wording, it's just an excuse to torture. Afterwards they'll burn your corpse- if you're lucky, they believe you're tainted anyway, they might just dump your body in the alleys for the necromancers to find. The Scourge though, that's the real threat. Their weapons are infested with the worst sorts of curses and diseases, their claws and teeth are especially painful when they rend flesh - do not give them a chance to try it! And should you fall, do not doubt you're fate; you will serve the Lich King. You cannot hope for another lucky break as Sylvanus and the Forsaken got, and even then would that be any luck at all? They certainly don't think so. Be smart, be fast, be relentless. You carry the hopes of Azeroth in your charge, and you deliver the vengeance of the fallen in your assault." Not his most inspirational speech, but it got his point across. Anything less than everything they have would not be enough. He'd even pointed out two perfectly usable sources to draw further strength from; hope and revenge.	1: Name: Hallam Ramsey 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: M 4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron 5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots 6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor. Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like? 7: Random Information: (Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.) Appearance - Specialization - Arcane Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert) Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman) Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)
53,295	1,450	2	1,991	4,783	It's been a long while since Kalania, had left her home forests and started traveling the world. At first she traveled around Kalimdor after the war and that proved interesting enough actually. Her appearance always caused more than a few people to turn around at her direction and look at her with curious eyes. Especially around Theramore where the humans resided. They especially were quite curious about her and the reverse was also true. She spend a few weeks at Theramore, studying humans, the same was with the orcs at Ogrimmar. It could be easily said that she traveled a lot... nearly died a few times, but she enjoyed the unexpected. Eventually she met members of the Argent Dawn and that meeting proved quite fruitful for Kalania. She learned that there were still people who struggled against a conflict that was going out of the eyes of the general public. She knew deep inside her heart that the danger for this world had not ended with the battle for Hyjal. The scourge still existed and demonic worshipers still roamed the world. She even learned of a danger from some beings called 'Old Ones' or something like that. Since that day she met those people, she proceeded with joining the Argent Dawn. She proved to be a very useful member of the organization, especially her immunity towards magic and her ability to abolish it. That's why she traveled even to the eastern continents and now she was heading towards that place known as the Chapel of Light or Light's Hope chapel … or something like that it was! That at least she was sure of. She was rushing towards her destination for she is late... again! Who would have thought that taking that turn right at the crossroad to check those ruins, was going to take so much time! The fact that it was a day did not help much... She was used to napping during the day and she's been on the move for about 12 hours now. Finally she was at the Chapel!!! She could hear people talking so she must have been at the right place! She smiled as she hurried even more, failing to notice a big stone slab on the ground.” I'm sorry, I'm laaaaaaaaaaaaate!!!!!!!!!!” She began saying as she tripped on the slab with her front legs and fell to the ground with a loud thud and screamed in both surprise and pain.” Ouch... that harts...”She muttered as by now most certainly everyone noticed her... after all it was quite hard to not notice the big dryad who tripped and fell.” So embarrassing...” She muttered to herself as she quickly stood up, dusting herself.	1: Name: Kalania 2: Age: 150 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar. 5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack. 6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred. Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions. Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty. 7: Random Information: -Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive)
53,296	1,450	3	1,365	7,531	Hello, Kalania, said Rogrelg in a slightly happy tone; he knew of her, though he didn't know if she knew of him. Nevertheless, he'd heard of her; the Dryad adventurer who had joined the Dawn. "Anyway, better late than never, I should say. Nevetheless...we're about to go to Stratholme, and Hallam - the Human Mage in Dalaran Robes, and also the newly-appointed second-in-command - has suggested that we go after the Scarlet Crusade positions there first." "I agree with him, and we're going to need your skills in poison to accomplish our mission." In his mind, Rogrelg was already assessing his plan of entrance; a Dryad was almost as big as a Tauren, but also much daintier - no offense intended. A different set of tunnels and entryways would be needed in his plan of entry, then. "Either way, we depart at..." this was still the early morning, "Noonday; that is when we can see best. Eat, hone your weapons, and otherwise prepare." He then looked to the Makura. "It'zik, we need to talk privately as well, it's about Hydromancy." It'zik had a special form of shamanic magic that allowed him to call upon water better, changing its properties, moving it around, and healing with it, though not as well as a Priest.	1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore. 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: Male 4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind. 5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe. 6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed. In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way. Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them? But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them. The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would. 7: Random Information: - Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind. - Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments. - Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore.
53,297	1,450	4	1,800	465	It took a moment for Hallam to determine just what he was looking at. It looked Night Elven, even had the Kaldorei accent as far as he could tell, but the body was all wrong. He at first thought it was a Night Elf riding a mount he had yet to see before, but then he noticed the melding of the two forms. He came to the conclusion the shape was shifting, he'd seen a Druid on one of his few journeys to Feralas, but the shape didn't shift at all, it just... was. How peculiar. He scrambled for an explanation, frowning deeply at the woman as he considered her. It was then he remembered about the Night Elves allies. She must be one of those. His attempts at conversing with Kaldorei had been stilted and uncomfortable altercations, so he didn't know much of them or their allies. Maybe he would try again with this Dryad, she seemed... friendly? Awkward was a better word, but he didn't want to be too rude. Hallam nodded uncertainly as Rogrelg agreed to his plan, he wasn't sure why the Orc was so... reasonable, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth as the saying goes. He turned his attention back on the fawn-girl, considering what the Orc had said of her. Poisons? That was good, he could work with that. Hallam stepped away from the group to approach her. "Kalania? That is your name, yes?" He was pretty sure that's what Rogrelg had called her. "Come see me when you get a moment, I have some tasks I could use your help with." Speaking of tasks, Hallam thought he'd better get started. He went back to his tent, outside was a small table that had been salvaged from a nearby rotted farmhouse. On the table was a scattering of empty vials, potions, herbs, and other tools he needed for his alchemy. A small brown leather bound journal laid open to the side, within were written as many recipes as he could find. Some worked as buffs, others as restoratives, and a few were cures. He didn't know how to make any poisons, but he was sure he could scrounge something together with the Dryad's help. They may or may not work well against the Scourge, but against the living members of the Scarlet Crusade certainly.	1: Name: Hallam Ramsey 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: M 4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron 5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots 6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor. Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like? 7: Random Information: (Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.) Appearance - Specialization - Arcane Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert) Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman) Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)
53,298	1,450	5	134	1,316	Stratholme was once a former stronghold of humankind, but now it is a place of despair and death after its destruction by Arthas in a campaign against Mal'Ganis. The fires that were started so long ago that were used to purge all undead and the plague itself from the city failed, leaving a burning husk full of scourge in its destructive wake, seemingly forever lost to the evil that has now taken hold of the once beautiful city. Among the hordes of Scourge that wander freely, the Scarlet Crusade has taken up habitation and cleaned out one area of the city, but at the same time purging all they consider impure with fire and torture. Two hostile factions, evil and corrupt in their own way reign over the city, to enter would most certainly be death or something much worse. One may ask themselves, after all those who have been inside of Stratholme, after so many have been killed inside of that city, where are all the undead coming from? The truth is that somewhere inside of the city lays the portal to Naxxramas, The Dread Citadel itself. To stop the flow, one would have to destroy the connection between the two, and to this day none have found that connection, the portal that remains open.	1: Name: Sylvanas Windrunner 2: Age: (Unknown?) 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Silvermoon 5: Equipment: Two curved elven short swords, a bow, full thick leather armor, backpack. 6: History: (For a detailed History - End of Warcraft 3 TFT) 7: Random Information: A: Sylvanas has control of not only the darks powers of shadow but also the magic’s that normal everyday hunters use in the field. B: Once an enemy is slain, the Dark Lady can bring them back from the dead to serve her. C: One of her main attacks is a Black Arrow, which explodes on contact, ignites the target in shadowy flame and corrupts. D: Has a dark personality and can sometimes be seen as Chaotic Neutral. E: Does not mess around at all, she is very serious about everything she does. F: Cares for her people, the Horde, and herself. G: Is extremely powerful according to her lore, but will not be doing anything to crazy for the RP.
53,299	1,450	6	1,991	4,783	“Ahmmm hello, nice to meet you...” She began saying with calm polite voice as she realized she couldn't remember the orc's name! She had heard it when she was informed to come here by some people from the Dawn, but she forgot it! 'how does this happens every god damned time!?' She asked herself and started to quickly rock her memory. 'Roleg...Releg... Rogrelg!' She managed to remember his name.” ...Rogrelg.” She said and gave a slight bow with her head in respect. After all he did give her the courtesy of remembering her name even if they hadn't met before, so she felt obligated to at least reply with the same. “I see, in that case I will do everything in my abilities to assist.” The dryad said when the orc stated that they needed her help with this. It made her feel good to be of help and the cause was good. She had heard about this place of dread... and it needed to be dealt with! As a dryad Kalania had the innate ability that coated her weapons with poison due her magical nature. What's more that poison worked on everything organic, no wonder they needed her skills in that area. Kalania slightly flinched when she heard they were going to get going at noon, cause well she spend a lot of hours in the night rushing to this place. As someone who left the kaldorei lands to explore, she learned that most races operate during the day so she had to change her cycle. She slept during the night and went out during the day, but it still felt strange to a point. Well it was still early morning, so she was going to get enough time for a short nap... maybe? While pondering that question, she saw the strange looks many of the people present were giving her. Especially the few night elves. They were totally surprised to see a dryad here, while many of the others were simply wondering what she was it seemed. “Hmmmm!?” She made a surprised sound as someone tore her away from her thoughts. It was the mage looking guy that was second in command.” Ahh yes, that's my name.” She confirmed, listening to his request for her to go meet him later.” Sure... I will just do some quick maintenance of my spears and I will come.” She said as the man went away and entered what she presumed was his tent. She looked around, people were doing their things, minding their business, preparing for the upcoming operation. Slowly walking around, she found herself a small empty place where she could take some rest and take care of her weapons. After quickly pulling out the spears from the big quiver she used to keep them in, she pulled some whetstone from her backpack. It didn't take long for her to sharpen all of them so she decided to go check what that Hallam guy wanted her help with. “ Excuse me, you said you needed help with something?” She asked the mage.	1: Name: Kalania 2: Age: 150 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar. 5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack. 6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred. Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions. Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty. 7: Random Information: -Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive)
53,300	1,450	7	1,800	465	Hallam looked up at her approach, head tilting back even further at her height over him. "Yes," he agreed readily and moved to explain, gesturing to his worktable. "I'm an alchemist you see, and I've heard of the Kaldorei and their allies. You are long lived and make your home in the large forest in the west, protecting and respecting as I've heard it described, I'm sure you know your way around herbs better than I do. I was wondering if perhaps your apparent skills with poisons might lend some aid here. Do you require more poison yourself? Or do you have enough?" He was not privy to the details about where the Dryads got their poison, he expected they made it themselves.	1: Name: Hallam Ramsey 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: M 4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron 5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots 6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor. Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like? 7: Random Information: (Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.) Appearance - Specialization - Arcane Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert) Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman) Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)
53,301	1,450	8	1,991	4,783	Kalania looked at the shorter person in front of her. She was taller than many kaldorei and humans were shorter than all kaldorei so it was ahmm strange to say the least. She felt so big among the other races. As the man began talking, Kalania tilted her head at his view of the kaldorei and their allies. Once again it was strange to hear it described like that, sure they were allies with the kaldorei, but the way Hallam put it, made it sound almost funny. Even his description of where they resided was funny, so she let a smile appear on her face. “Well I do know my way around herbs and can make mixtures of many kinds, kind of comes with the birth.” The dryad said with happy melodic voice and a giggle.” Thing is that I don't use poisons I make though.” She stated and pulled one of her spears from the quiver. The she brought the edge forward so Hallam can see it clearly. The blade was now coated with a very distinctive sheen.” We dryads are magical in nature. We descend from Cenarius. Because of our nature, poison coats each of our weapons naturally the moment we take grip of it. It's a special poison too, it affects almost everything organic, even some demons and undead.” She said with a smile, putting the spear away.” I tested it at Hyjal...” She said with a grim face, remembering the horrors that she saw back then. “Anyway... I got sidetracked by memories...” She said, slightly bending over the table to check what the man had at his disposal.” So what exactly are you looking to make with those herbs?”	1: Name: Kalania 2: Age: 150 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar. 5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack. 6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred. Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions. Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty. 7: Random Information: -Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive)

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