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[b]Name:[/b] Christian Honorea Gale 

[b]Alias:[/b] Phantom

[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Alignment:[/b] Hero

[b]Loyalty:[/b] Independent

[b]Appearance:[/b] (her initial form coming into the RP)

She has long, silky brown hair, a pair chocolate brown eyes, and white Caucasian skin. This is paired with a curvy, sexy figure and a respectable bust size among her peers. She wears a white tank top with short sleeves (parts cut out around the shoulders), a pair of comfortable jeans/pants secured with a brown belt, and wears a small necklace given by a friend to her a long time ago. 

(the above can change as bodies change)

Her “hero” outfit takes the form of a one-piece bodysuit like one might expect from a cat burglar. In fact, that’s whom she got it from: a former tinker parahuman thief. The suit has an inner layer that provides protection against bullets, as well as reduces the blow of physical impacts the user suffers. However, this suit only goes up to the top of her neck. She wears a mask-

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-that conceals her face well enough to avoid identification and allows for infrared and x-ray vision to be used to see through things on her part. 

All of this attire is rather tough, and even if she dies she can try to salvage this if she can get her hands on it before others do....

[b]History:[/b] 

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Christian was actually not originally a girl, but was a young man, a boy named Christian Honorea Gale (middle name was for his deceased paternal grandmother). He was a maturing young lad living in the Southeast United States with his two happily married parents and 4 siblings. The boy had a suburban life, seemingly peaceful, content, getting education and living as normally as one could in the current world. 

The boy had an effeminate-like appearance, a trait had on his mother’s side among some of the males, but from a young age was still rather boyish in his behavior. Playing in the yard, video games, hunting with relatives, riding on his four-wheeler to visit friends in the neighborhood, goofing off with siblings, and the like. Beyond this he even took an interest in cooking, as between his mother’s chef profession at a local restaurant, and his father being an avid backyard griller, such a thing seemed almost inevitable for him. Indeed, it was all a part of what some might desire as their own “normal”, a state of somewhat bliss, a life full of ripe potential ready for one’s future years. 

And yet like so many lives....so easy to shatter into a million pieces as if it was brittle glass by taking just one blow from life’s cruel, heavy hammer. 

On a vacation to the West Coast, on one of the lovely beaches of California, it happened. An Endbringer attack. Leviathan. Parahumans rushed to the scene, capes tried to save as many as possible as they tried to drive off the massive beast. The boy was caught up in the torrents, and an electricity-charged attack from a cape that missed and hit the water set off his trigger event as he tried to survive and swim back to shore. Electrocuted, weak, and now unknowingly a parahuman, his body began to sink amidst his struggle. Water filled his lungs, burning and choking with each breath as his brain screamed for air. 

And then....he woke up. Or rather, [i][b]she[/b][/i] woke up, a new body, but all the old memories from before still retained in her mind. She was on top of a building rooftop amidst the now flooded and devastated city. She was only 13 years old. California hadn’t suffered the fate of Newfoundland, but the Endbringer attack had done its damage to the area with gruesome efficiency before it had left. However, her fate had been kinder than her family’s. All, dead, even found her own “former” body as a rotting corpse as she searched for her family in a panic initially.
 
She....was alone. 

Trying to cope with it all, and how she was alive in a new body, she fled, hitchhiked, made her way back to the place she knew as home....only for it to be empty. Renovated, her family’s things taken and auctioned off or given to living relatives. Rooms, furniture, all gone. The old swing set that had been a childhood favorite in the backyard? Disposed of. All that was left was a hidden box she had buried in the backyard, containing a necklace that was a keepsake from a female Japanese friend (whose family were immigrants) who had died in an Endbringer attack as well in the past. 

However, before she could leave again...a man approached her, middle-aged, light gray to his hair, but a wizened look in his eyes. A man who before had kept to himself a few houses away, but he called out to her with her name. The name she still doggedly kept even now. Following him to his house, the man revealed that he too was a parahuman, a Tinker by trade who had taken up the life of a famous thief in his younger years in New York. “The Viper” had been his villainous cape name, and he’d made a small fortune from his crimes and selling gadgets, before retiring away in secret after losing most of his right leg in an incident. Now much older, he had an eye for noticing the odd parahuman here and there, Christian included after he saw her arrive at the empty house dig up that old necklace hidden away.....and he had put two and two together with a little guesswork in between. 

From this man, Norman Wilkinson, Christian learned about heroes and villains, more about Endbringers from a parahuman perspective, and the cruelties of life. Afterwards she expressed a desire to become a...hero. Of sorts. Given a happy grin by her now-mentor, who felt it was perhaps a way to atone as well as give her better goal than he had in the past, Christian was then intensively trained physically and mentally for the occasion. She was bluntly told the dangers, the risks, but even so she persisted. 

Then after 5 years of at times harsh training since her triggering, she was given some cash so she could go somewhere else, and was further given a mask along with a black bodysuit...both designed to protect her in the field. To stay around her home area, that....could be dangerous perhaps emotionally, or if she spoke to someone she knew in her “past” life and created a lot of confusion. And so she packed up what little she had willingly, and with a fond farewell to the man who had taken the role of a “parent” for her she rode on the long bus ride to get to Denver. 

Having been in the city for a solid year, Christian has attempted to help in fighting crime, though beyond petty matters she hasn’t seen a “big score” yet that has catapulted her into actually substantial notoriety. Though on the small-scale a few talk about her, as a vigilante. Living out of a rooftop hotel room paid for through her mentor’s connections, she’s been trying her best to make a difference. Even if it is one person at a time, one instance at a time, though....events in this city could come to propel her into more than she originally thought she’d see. 

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[center][h3][b]Personality[/b][/h3][/center] 

[b]Motivations:[/b] She wants to become a hero, a genuine and sincere one that cares about people, who puts their life on the line, who can make a different even if the world itself doesn’t change overnight. Such is her ironclad determination in this matter, and the strength of her determination in general.

[b]Sexuality:[/b] Homosexual (is female, likes girls/females)

[b]Likes:[/b] 

[list][*]Pizza

[*]Swimming/Swimsuits 

[*]Cooking

[*]Determination

[*]Ice cream[/list]


[b]Dislikes:[/b] 

[list][*]Endbringers, especially Leviathan 

[*]Seagulls

[*]Cruel acts/behavior

[*]Senseless murder[/list]


[b]Derangement:[/b] Her derangement takes the form of a numbness to the concept of herself dying, not stemming from an “i’m immortal haha” sort of reason, but more of an acceptance of their own death combined with the impact of having seen her own former body’s corpse. 

[center][h3][b]Parahumanism[/b][/h3][/center]

[b]Skills:[/b] Very good at cooking in a general sense (a mental thing she keeps between each form). Beyond this, she gets random skills in each new body as well beyond this, though in her current body due to training she has: martial arts (taught by her mentor) aka Bajiquan, solid stamina and endurance for a girl her age (due to training including the martial arts), video game skills (a tad rusty, but are specialized to mainly just RPG's/first person shooters/strategy games), and is a very good swimmer

[b]Classification:[/b] Brute/Trump

[b]Details:[/b] A "reincarnation" power. Upon death, the user will manifest somewhere within a radius of 5 city blocks through the manipulation and condensing of atmospheric particles in the air that creates them a new body. Their mind and memories are also transferred instantly into said new body to boot even as it is forming. 

No two bodies for the user are ever the same. Further, each new body contains a 2-3 new powers in addition to this rather major one. However, how long the user takes to rebirth back to life in a new regenerated body depends on how strong the powers they are getting are. And this time limit as well as the powers themselves are decided by the GM’s and/or co-GM’s/mods of the roleplay as it is decided among them. 

However, there is another twist with this power. The ‘Y chromosome’ does not exist with this power’s template for making new bodies. So instead of being ‘male’ in their new bodies.....all of them are very much female. Varied, but female. For this purpose the appearance of the OC, as it changes with each new body as they die during the course of the RP, will be using pictures I choose.

Each new body remains of the same age as the user was, and grows along with the user. At least, for a time as of this point in time. Sometime between the ages of 20-24, their bodies themselves will stop aging at all and retain a teenager-level metabolism, this being another error of the “manufacturing” process. This is effectively a power that becomes a font of eternal youth....though the user can just keep being killed over, and over, and over again without end.

However, killing the user whilst they are in a vacuum will kill them. Permanently this time.  

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Brute secondary:
Increased durability to damage, as if there was a small barrier along her skin. Weaker against pinpoint attacks, like blades, but still stronger than standard.

Shaker / Trump secondary:
Can cast out a field, approximately 100meters around, and manipulate the moisture in the air. Can "clump" targets to weaken, or nullify, their abilities as well as slow them down / hinder movement.

Mover secondary:
Can move as though weightless, but with standard force.

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[b]Limitations:[/b] 

-Takes time to regenerate back

-Being killed in vacuum kills them permanently

-Powers aside from the main one vary in each new body. 

[b]Equipment[/b]: Her bodysuit and mask

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