Alias:
Oddjob McDowel

Age:
38

Appearance:
Harvey stands at an imposing 6'2". Despite his height, he is of a more average build. Others are easily stronger than him. His black hair is usually left at a medium length. The most consistent part of his appearance is his facial hair, or lack there of. Despite being 38, he's still unable to properly grow a beard.

He usually wears whatever clothes are clean, as he doesn't quite care about fashion. However, being part of the family and all forces him to dress well.

Position:
Soldier

Speciality:
Harvey, as his nickname implies, has no real specialty. He does whatever job comes up, be it fighting, intimidation, taxes, laundering, fencing, and one time, even prostitution.

Personality:
Harvey is blunt. If he has an opinion, he's not afraid to voice it, no matter the consequence. He openly distrusts and has no respect for all forms of authority. Despite this, he still sees those with authority as equals, which may or may not be a bad thing.

Despite being somewhat of an enforcer, Harvey has a certain disdain for violence. He'll fight if need be, but he'd rather solve problems by speaking. He also has a hatred for guns and murder, but not necessarily those who are affiliated with such.

About himself, Harvey is an open book. He'll gladly tell whoever asks about his past, but he doesn't bring it up unless asked. He generally cares about others, but doesn't really care for himself. He is rather pessimistic, despite his openness.

History:
Harvey was born an urchin. His parents were Irish immigrants, searching for a better life in America. The better life never came and they were stuck in the slums. Despite this, Harvey was happy. His parents loved him and did whatever was necessary to feed him. Harvey grew up thinking that even in the worst of times, things would work out.

As Harvey was a young man, his parents became increasingly sicker and sicker. Treatment for them would cost money, which they didn't have. He was unable to get a job for one reason or another, but one place accepted him: the army. News broke out about America entering The Great War, and as such, Harvey entered the army to fight against the Germans. Be a hero, they said, protect the homefront.

The war changed him. He no longer saw war as a great battle where heroes went to protect what they held dear. All that war created was husks. Generals who lead the battles to fight were no longer geniuses. They were just horrid people. When he came home, he learned of his parent's fate. Both had passed from their sickness. Harvey had no news of this. The last beacon of his hope was wrought.

Harvey was lost, both literally and metaphorically. He had no family, no dreams, and no past. He quickly fell with the wrong types of crowds. He fought his way through life. He did whatever it took to survive, be it with blood or a pen, sometimes both at the same time.

He gained an impressive repertoire of skills. However, as he continued, he felt hollow. In a sense, he was still carrying the war with him. He broke free of his path once he realized, but it was the only path he knew. He could only steer it to a better destination.

One fateful day, Harvey was trying to find a regular job (to little avail). A few police officers cruising in their paddy wagon remembered him and his past. They arrested him and tossed him into the wagon, which by chance was carrying someone else. By pure chance, Harvey's hand glanced the side of the wagon, causing each piece to fall off. The door came off the hinges, the wheels flew off, the windows unbarred. Like any criminal, Harvey ran off. One man gave his thanks and said he'd pay him back.

Years later, Harvey (still jobless) was approached by the man. The man said to join their family. He would be taken care of. With little discord, Harvey agreed.

Power:
Dismantle
An oddly specific psionic ability, Harvey can dismantle anything he touches. For example, if he touches a gun, every single part of the gun would act like the other parts don't exist. However, this only works if each part is separate. If he touches a cotton shirt, then he can dismantle it, turning it into threads. However, if something is made from, say, rubber, it is impossible to dismantle unless it is multiple rubber parts glued together. Dismantle also works even if the objects aren't fully attached; if a plastic bag holding bread was dismantled the bread would fall out, but the bag would be fine. Note that it is unable to be used on living things.

Name: Sera Angela Harrison

Alias: Siren (Outside the family), Songbird (Within the family)

Age: 24

Appearance:

She's a real looker, this gal, a choice bit of calico. With the kind of face you want to fall in love with twice over, she can catch an entire room of eyes and own them for the whole night. Though her vibrant blue eyes can show you the gates of heaven themselves, this doll's lips promise nothing but sin. A galaxy of freckles orbit her face and various other areas on her body. She sports long jet black hair that is always styled to complete perfection, whether in an updo or not. Her body could bring men to their knees, thick and curvy in just the right places, reaching 5'6 or higher in heels, often accentuated with the richest sort of get-up. Her appearance is the flashy lure, waiting for a guppy to try and take a nibble...

Position: Soldier

Specialty: Hustling, damage control, distraction

Personality: In most interactions with Sera where she does not find any gain, one will come out from speaking with her with a poor impression of the lady. She can come off as haughty, disinterested and monotonous. Many have left her feeling duped, as if her appearance had promised them gold and she had delivered rust. She has a tendency to disappoint in terms of her demeanor. Upon further interaction with her, her aloof behavior begins to fade and she becomes a bit more open. She is not intentionally rude to others, she has simply become jaded towards conversations with strangers as people have had a habit of hunting her out because of her appearance alone, without a care off what she actually has to say.

She's a pessimist who finds pleasure in a limited number of things. She's stubborn and hard-headed, but clever and flexible in situations. She is well aware of how to behave like a proper, feminine woman and can work her way around a conversation exceptionally. She just never chooses to put that effort in unless it’s required.

History: Sera grew up in high society, with a family name that spelled out "rich and sophisticated". She was raised as a proper young lady and taught to ignore the rebellious actions of the modern women. She was a doll to her mother and an asset for the future to her father. Still, she wasn't unhappy in her life and attempted not to take the blessings of her birth for granted. There were small issues here and there of the pressure and loss of power in her life, but she really didn't expect anything else. She was bred to be a wife and was preparing herself for such a fate. In fact, she had even met a man under her parents suggestion that she was thinking she could probably tolerate for the rest of her life.

However, it was when she was around 17 that things started to get just a bit... complicated in her life. Men had always been interested in her from her young life and she had gotten quite a bit of attention. But it seemed to double in under a few months and she began to suffocate under the fellas that would hang off of her every word. She began to realize she could tell them to do things (generally "go chase yourself!" or "dry up!") and they would listen. It was easy to see that the people she spoke to were ready to follow her suggestions to varying degrees of enthusiasm. Well. It was rather strange, she thought, but she wasn't exactly against it. Made life a bit easier, even with all the attention.

She was popular, thriving. She made the papers on multiple occasions, just by doing things she enjoyed, or being escorted to an event with a possible suitor. Eventually, however, she began to realize she had attractions in ways that weren’t conventional or accepted. She liked people of the same gender and that was dangerous. She began to date a woman on the downlow, a girl named Rosemary the widow to a baker who at died in the war. They found bliss in each other’s company.

Then, one day Rosemary was assaulted while getting supplies for the bakery. Sera went into a blind rage, finding the man who did it. She very kindly and politely said five little words to him and he shot himself in the skull in broad daylight. Witnesses placed her there but no conviction could stick as she hadn’t touched the man once, but her relationship with Rosemary was revealed and her reputation was ruined. Her parents disowned her and all that precious money she had enjoyed was gone.

She moved in with Rosemary, but they didn’t have the money to keep the bakery going without the support of Sera’s wealth. She knew who had the money in the town and was willing to do anything to protect her and her family. So, through lots of talking, Sera got herself situated right in Michael Corvi’s office. She didn’t dare use her ability against him (not that she believed it would even work) and instead made a careful case about her abilities and her dedication, fully aware of the dangerous game she had played but desperate. She had lots to offer, could convince people to do things in a way intimidation couldn’t, a useful tool to supply the family.

Power: Sera has the power of suggestion. She can say things and weak minds will listen without a thought. Stronger minds can resist and even stronger can laugh in her face. Still, she can keep many a person enamored with herself and off the main target and can even change people’s perception, can make them believe they’re seeing things that aren’t there depending on their ability to resist.

Extra:
-While her power comes from speaking, she is a singer and has a lovely voice. Singing appears to have no affect on others shy of the usual admiration she brings out from people.
-Supers seem to have a bit more resistance to her ability, but are not entirely immune.

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Name: Keeran Luciano

Alias: Executioner

Age: 27



Absentminded, pale blue eyes and thin, well defined features give him a distantly handsome appearance that matches his habit of dressing formally. He stands at a tall 6’4”; however, he fails to appear especially imposing due to his overall slender build that matches that of a runner’s constitution.

Position: Hit-man and Courier

Speciality: Procuration and assassination

Personality:
There are many aspects to Luciano that are reminiscent of winter. His listless blue eyes, emotionless features, pale complexion, and snow white hair all lead to a chilling countenance. However, his coldness is best exemplified in his personality. His interaction with his fellow gang members and acquaintances are curt and brusque to a near belligerent degree. Likewise, Luciano’s way of dealing with his enemies are equal parts merciless as they are vicious.

History:
Keeran hailed from a wealthy family, on of the few built on clean money in Otropolis. After a series of events following the clash of Keeran’s father with the Barones, Keeran was left with no family except for his paralyzed sister and a deep hatred for the mafia at the age of 17. As he honed in his search for revenge and began to hunt those responsible for taking away his life as he knew it, Keeran changed to something cold and desolate, a killing machine taking up his family name, Luciano, as his own. He quickly gained the ire of the Barones, leading to a number of skirmishes that climaxed with an ambush at the funeral of Luciano’s parents. Luciano survived by the skin of his teeth. With his body in shambles and his terrified sister beside him, Corvi provided him a way out: for his services, he would be given a home and family.

Luciano agreed if only for the sake of his sister and started his decade long allegiance to the Eastern Canaglia Mafia. He has further honed his abilities and skills while nursing sister under the wing of Corvi and feels deeply indebted to his benefactor. Although he offered the fortune of his inheritance to Michael, the offer was rejected and Luciano continues to sit upon an untouched pile of clean money. Over the years, Luciano has gained the name Executioner, and although he has kept to himself, he is respected by many but also kept at arm's length due to his cold personality.

Power: Object Conjuration and Storage-
Luciano is able to store non living objects into a pocket dimension to which he has yet to test the upper limit of its capacity. Likewise he can conjure the objects he stores with varying properties such as orientation, height, and velocity of exit. His area of influence with objects is limited to just over a 4 meter radius to which the object and himself must be able to fit inside. Likewise, the time it takes for storage and conjuration scale exponentially with size having a base delay of close to 1 second. He can conjure a firearm almost instantaneously, but a small table or piano could take up to an hour. In addition, it is unknown what happens to the objects stored within Luciano's ability if he were to die.

Extra:

Name: Kieran Conrad Hishamie - Goes by Kyle

Alias:

Age: 22

Appearance:

Short but shaggy black hair, dark brown eyes, 6'2, 180 lbs

Position: Accountant

Speciality:
Personality: Kyle is calm and collected, not one who is prone to jumping at sudden noises or reacting violently at insults. He shows an indifferent attitude to most crimes and crime lords, he just simply wishes to do what he gets paid to do. Sometimes his curiosity does get the better of him. He prefers to say little and listen, having learned that most people prefer to talk than to listen. WHen they talk they give away important secrets and Kyle learned he could use those secrets to stay alive.

History: From the time he was born to where he was during present time, Kyle was always told he was going to be a failure. Someone who would never amount to anything. He did not know if it was just the air around him, if there was something that happened during his birth that made people not want to get to know him, or what but for as long as Kyle could remember he was always under estimated. That is why as he was growing up, Kyle tried to learn as much as he could. He never tried hard physically, knowing that a well trained mind was a better weapon than any fist. That being said he did eventually come to learn how to wield most semi and fully automatic weapons with fierce accuracy. He spent most of his time in the library, pouring his mind into every book he could read. He ended up graduating highschool when he was thirteen and graduating college when he was seventeen. He would have finished sooner but he chose to take his time and make use of college facilities as much as he could. The thing is, soon after he reached his eighteenth birthday his father and mother began spending their money on vices they could not afford, then started spending money they did not have. After his parents had done, and were soon going to be punished for their foolishness, Kyle felt like he had an obligation to help his good for nothing parents. He researched the Gang Lord of The East Canaglia, and put a plan together. When the Leaders lackeys came to exact payment he convinced the men who came to take him to their leader. He made a convincing argument about how he had something that could possibly make their gang ten times richer. When he was presented before the Leader, he showed his skills in action. He was to produce Mathmatical evidence that on certain products they could have been making so much more money and he showed them ways they could save their spending money. The leader was impressed but still it did not make up for the dishonor that his parents showed, As a last ditch effort Kyle was able to put together a case about even worse people who were cheating the gang out of a ton of money. This impressed the leader, and judgment was suspended until things were investigated and dealt with. A day later, everything was finishing being played out. Kyles parents were still executed, but for a different reason. The leader could see that Kyles brain worked in a different way, that he could think outside the box and see patterns where others didnt. So Kyle was officially brought into the fold as the Gangs personal accountant and investigator, finding new ways to save money, increase prices without losing customers, and occasionally when there was suspicion of dishonor he would investigate.

Power: Kyle's power is super speed, just not in the way you think. In most super hero comics or powers explained websites, super speed does not just mean being able to run fast. Kyle's reflexes are slightly enhanced so he is able to dodge incoming punches if he knows they are coming, but the real speed comes from his mind. Kyle focuses all his speed in his brain, so that he thinks faster and analyzes faster. If he did not do that he would still be smart, but he would not be as amazing as he is currently. Also if he stopped thinking so fast he could run fast, but it isnt a switch he can turn off and on. Focusing his speed on the part of the body he wnats, physically or mentally, is a huge decision that cannot be undone lightly. It takes incredible focus, and much training in whatever part he wants to go faster must take place. Meaning he spent years training his brian so his speed is in his mind, if he wanted to run fast he would need to train his body for a long amount of time.

Extra: (Not required.)

Name: Michael Kennison

Alias: Shard

Age: 25

Appearance:

Position: Soldier

Specialty: Racketeering/Intimidation

Personality: While Michael does his best to seem like a nice guy, it is not too hard to tell that it hides the sort of sadistic ruthlessness that would have no qualms with beating someone up or torturing them if he was told to do so. Most of his reluctance to violence extends to personal cost, though he also has a disdain for involving civilians in gang business without good cause. He might be a criminal but he likes to think that even he has some standards.

Aside from the whole gang business he has a fondness for jazz music, and doesn't mind watching a movie or two even if it's a silent film. He just wants to enjoy his life, since not everything can be serious between jobs for the family. There's no slavish devotion from him, but he is firmly loyal to those whom he throws his cards in with,

History: Michael came from a reasonably middle class family, though he himself was one of several siblings, and a middle child at that. As a result he was always looking for a way to stand out, to distinguish himself from his brothers and sisters even if the method of doing so tended to be a bit more rabble rousing than what his parents might approve of.

That's really how he got involved in the mafia, to be honest. He fell in with the wrong sort of crowd, as his parents would put it, and he found that he enjoyed hanging out with them and doing stuff with them. Increasingly distanced from the rest of the family because of it, he found that the Mafia would become his new family, one that was a bit more appreciative of his particular talents. Considering that his efforts to hold a steady job didn't really work out, it seemed almost natural that he would commit to this sort of lifestyle, and all the benefits that come from it.

Power: Michael's power is Hyalokinesis, that is to say, he ability to manipulate glass. While he cannot make something from nothing, he is able to alter the shape or any glass that he touches, as well as alter its properties to variably make it tougher, weaker, more translucent, that sort of thing. He can even make weapons from them, though at the end of the day they're still made of glass.

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