[hider=The Smokeshow] [b]Basic Information[/b] ========= [b]Superhero/villain Name:[/b] Neo Riche [b]Civilian Name:[/b] Ophelia Simone Helvetica Angelo-Blythe [b]Origin city/Planet:[/b] New York City [b]Hometown:[/b] Gotham [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Race:[/b] Mixed race, she's unsure of her heritage [b]Height:[/b] 5’ 11” [b]Weight:[/b] 143lbs [b]Age: [/b]19 [b]Birth Date:[/b] October 11 2007 -------- [b]Costumed Appearance:[/b] She changes it constantly. It depends on the occasion, the season, the latest trends, and which fashion week is happening. She is however, particularly fond of her YSL red foxfur coat. She loves luxury. She’s usually seen in diamonds and expensive furs and fabrics. She had a collection of designer masks to protect her identity, most of them Alexander McQueen. Her personal favorite brands are Dior, YSL, and Givenchy. While masked, she loves taking fashion risks, and sports avant garde styles often. She considers herself a fashion icon, but she’d never admit it. [b]Civilian Appearance:[/b] [hider= Ophelia] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/af/21/86/af2186f64a3677c17686c5b10e09bc37.jpg[/img] [/hider] She's tall and voluptuous, and loves to show off her figure. Her hair is long dark and curled in big, old Hollywood curls. She has high cheekbones, and large, upturned green eyes. Her voice is low and seductive. Her lips are full and always coated in a red lipstick. Her civilian style is a bit toned down from her costumed appearance, although she still stays true to her luxury brands. [b]Icon: [/b] [hider=Neo Riche] [img]https://i.imgur.com/gtaFbdV.png[/img] [/hider] [b]Costumed Personality:[/b] She’s a bit of a diva. She loves being the center of attention and putting on a show. All her heists have a dramatic and stylistic flair. A lover of the finer things in life, she uses her ability to steal from fashion shows, private galleries, collector's, and even crash large celebrity events. While she tries to avoid violence in the public eye, she's not afraid to get her hands dirty. Most of the time her composure is immaculate, but she can be rather volatile, and has been known to throw ‘tantrums’ when she doesn’t get what she wants. At the end of the day, nothing makes her happier than relaxing in a new dress, or diamond set with a glass of champagne, watch the news headlines talk about how she stole it. [b]Civilian Personality:[/b] Even when she’s not making news headlines she can’t help her desire for attention. She loves to be looked at. Incredibly extroverted, she feeds off other people’s energy. Getting her alone is a challenge, but there’s a quiet and introspective side to her. [b]Super abilities:[/b] [b]-Skills:[/b] - She's skilled appraiser of gems and other luxury items - Exceptionally acrobatic and skilled in hand to hand combat - She’s an excellent shot with a pistol. [b]-Powers:[/b] [u]Pocket dimension manipulation:[/u] She carries a pocket dimension around with her, that she alone can access. She can touch something and send it into her pocket dimension, then retrieve it later with a thought. She can also enter the dimension herself. She uses this to ‘teleport’ small distances by entering her pocket dimension, walking however much distance she wants to ‘teleport’, and exiting the dimension. She will appear outside of the pocket dimension however much distance away from her starting point she had moved inside the dimension. She can’t yet take other people into the pocket dimension with her, when she tries there tends to be a lot of blood and mangled body parts. [b]-Gadgets:[/b] She’s looking to procure some. [b]-Weapons:[/b] She carries two shiny chrome pistols. [b]Civilian Occupation:[/b] Like, a job? Where you work? Heavens no. She will be attending college this upcoming semester. [b]Biography---------[/b] [b]Character History/Origin:[/b] Ophelia Simone Helvetica Angelo-Blythe was born Theresa Darke. Never having met her birth parents, her earliest memories were made in an orphanage, playing with old dolls. All the clothes she ever got were hand me downs, and all the toys she ever played with were already broken. She grew up watching old Audrey Hepburn, Vivien Leigh, and Marilyn Monroe movies. She loved the glamour, the elegance, how beautiful those girls were, no matter what they were doing. They looked gorgeous while they danced and shopped and cried dramatically on their divans. She just wanted to be like them, someone people doted on, a princess, or a movie star, not a little orphaned girl, who felt alone. Twelve year old Theresa woke up one November day in a white room, light seemingly emanating from the walls. It wasn't very big, just enough space for her to be comfortable. Although confused, she felt safe, at ease. That was the day she gained her powers. She learned she had the ability to teleport herself and other objects into a pocket dimension. It seemed to grow to accommodate whatever it was she needed to store inside it. Time also seemed to move differently inside it, once something was stored inside it, it stopped aging. She slowly learned more and more uses for it, and learned how to teleport by passing into the dimension, which seemed to sit on top of normal space, and passing out of the dimension where she wanted to teleport. She eventually began shoplifting with the aid of her powers. One day she tried to steal the watch off a con artist on the street, but got caught. The con-man, who she would eventually come to know as Jude, saw an opportunity in her powers. Jude took her under his wing, teaching her all sorts of tricks. She had an affinity for thievery even without her powers. With Jude’s help she began to build up a network of criminal contacts, making sure she’d always have the people she needed to get whatever she wanted. The contacts, in turn, made sure they had her to get whatever they wanted. A quid pro quo. Slowly but surely she made a name for herself, moving from small jobs to bigger and riskier ones. She could stash fine pieces of art or clothing away with but a brush of a finger. She could teleport into vaults, and disappear out of them with armfulls of precious stones. At 18 years old she took two new names. She created her public persona of Neo Riche, a dashing and chic thief in the night. And changed her legal name to Ophelia Simone Helvetica Angelo-Blythe, erasing the drab orphaned girl whose clothes never fit, and inventing her new life as a posh and glamorous socialite with a mysterious past. She spends her day flirting with potential suitors and gossiping with her fellow it-girls, and her nights in meetings with crime bosses looking to procure a Degas for their private gallery. [b]Optional information[/b] ---------- [b]Nemesis: Allies: Team:[/b] She hires a team if she ever needs help stealing a specific item. [/hider] [hider=My Baby] [b]Superhero/villain Name:[/b] Thesis [b]Civilian Name:[/b] Ammutseba [b]Origin city/Planet[/b]: She was born inside a star, her Mother, who had been eaten by her Father. [b]Hometown:[/b] She falls through a dimensional rift, and lands somewhere in the Himalayas. [b]Sex:[/b] None, but she likes female pronouns because they sound smoother. [b]Race:[/b]She does not know what kind of question this is. [b]Height:[/b] 9’ 5” [b]Weight:[/b] Her weight is incalculable [b]Age:[/b] Time is not measured where she is from, but she assumes over many, many millennia. [b]Birth Date:[/b] --- -------- [b]Costumed Appearance:[/b] [hider=Thesis] [img]https://pre00.deviantart.net/aa5b/th/pre/i/2016/318/4/3/angel_by_grand_maggot-daoe456.jpg[/img] [/hider] [b]Civilian Appearance: [/b] Same as costumed appearance. [b]Icon:[/b] A unicursal hexagram with an eye in the center. [b]Costumed Personality:[/b] Ammutseba has a demeanour in many ways like a child. She knows very little of the world around her, but is eager to learn. While understanding little of the world around her, she has a deep understanding of things beyond this world. [b]Civilian Personality:[/b] There is no difference. [b]Super abilities: [/b] [b]-Skills: [/b] Beyond Human intelligence [b]-Powers:[/b] Self originated and cosmically separate from everything, she is still but an infant of the form she has created. She is constantly learning, shifting, and creating herself over. [u]Telepathy[/u] - She uses telepathy as her main form of communication, as most of the words that come out of her mouth are incomprehensible at best and excruciatingly painful to beings of this dimension. However she can only communicate on a surface level, and any attempts to penetrate further into the mind will melt the targets consciousness. Those foolhardy enough to delve into her mind lose all semblance of sanity. [u]Word Manifestation[/u] - She can create by speaking certain words from her dimension, very similar to spell casting. [u]Superhuman strength[/u] - She can lift and withstand without effort, weights and forces up to a ton. Force beyond that will harm her, and weight beyond that is more of a challenge. [u]Intangibility[/u] - She can control, somewhat unpredictability, her presence in this dimension, allowing her to phase through physical objects. [u]Telekinesis[/u] - She can influence, manipulate, and control objects with her mind. -[b]Gadgets[/b]: None. -[b]Weapons[/b]: None at this time. [b]Civilian Occupation:[/b] None at this time. [b]Biography---------[/b] [b]Character History/Origin:[/b] Past the furthest rings, far from the light of any sun, and beyond the thought of reality, an Old God fell into blackness. The dark twisted him past knowledge of himself, and twisted and twisted beyond time. His form emerged from the darkness, if a form it could be called, his surface moved as if formless, a misty, watery depth full of devouring, and devoid of any full thing. He harrowed across the universe, consuming worlds and stars, growing more powerful, and becoming less of something measurable. The universe grew small in his insatiable shadow, until finally he consumed the last Green Sun. With the death of the last Green Sun life outside of him ceased to exist, and the rings of the universe collapsed. But in the heart of the Green Sun was life yet still. She had felt the death of her sisters, and prepared. As her light began to die, eyes opened in her heart. The eyes blinked and slowly found their own hunger. In the dying light of their mother, they hunted the worlds, dead or dying, in the stomach of their father. There they lived in a glow, until they found knowledge of themselves, and a knowledge of time. They floated in the stomach and consumed, growing stronger, growing full, all the while the glow grew dimmer. Outside of her, her Father grew ever larger, filling up the space in the universe, pressing against the walls of it. He grew too large for the universe to hold, his hunger uncontrollable, eating apart the walls that held him. Inside his stomach, the bits or dimensional energy floated like fractals of light, crack shaped windows into other dimensions. The last of the Green Light faded, the New Eyes, drawn to the new, star-like, twinkling light, passed through a window, and tumbled into a new world. [/hider] [hider=Affliction] [b]Superhero/villain Name:[/b] Affliction [b]Civilian Name:[/b] Nina Vo [b]Origin city/Planet:[/b]Earth [b]Hometown:[/b] Star City [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Race:[/b] Half vietnamese, half caucasian [b]Height:[/b] 5’ 9” [b]Weight:[/b] 125lbs. [b]Age:[/b] 22 [b]Birth Date:[/b] 2006 -------- [b]Costumed Appearance:[/b] (I'll have a picture at some point) She wears white bandages over her face to protect her identity with only her eyes and mouth revealed. The bandages continue down her neck, till they disappear underneath a well worn leather jacket with the sleeves scrunched up above her elbows. More bandages cover her arms and hands. She wears distressed, stone wash jeans held up by a plain black belt, and some black leather combat boots with silver studs covering the heels and toes. She’ll usually have a lit cigarette in her mouth. [b]Civilian Appearance:[/b] Her head is shaved, very close to the scalp, and she has a tattoo of a tiny dove behind her ear. She has dark angled eyes that squint when she smiles, and shiny white teeth that are just a little crooked. Her face is oval shaped and her complexion is olive toned. She’s very tall, and lithe, apart from her hands and feet, which are a little larger than look proportionate. During the day she’ll wear nicer skinny jeans, a patterned sweater, and dangly earrings. [b]Icon:[/b] Not much of an icon, but she’ll put her cigarette out on the skin of the villains she’s felled. [b]Costumed Personality:[/b] She has a very dark, heavy aura around her, you can almost feel her coming. She believes her work to be somewhat of a reckoning from the universe. Those who cause pain, deserve pain. She preaches a message of karmatic vengeance of which she is the harbinger. She has no patience and shows no mercy to those she views unworthy, and leaves her foes writhing in pain. [b]Civilian Personality:[/b] Very friendly, patient, and kind. She’s the type of person you would want to talk to when you just need to feel better about something, and somehow she always seems to help. She’s a very passionate person, deeply empathetic, and fiercely protective of the people she cares about. [b]Super abilities: Skills:[/b] Competent in hand to hand combat Decent shot with a pistol [b]Powers:[/b] [i]Pain transferral; [/i]She is able to transfer the pain of one living being into another through physical touch, be that emotional, physical, or mental pain.This does not heal or inflict actual wounds, only the sensation of pain. Pain is able to be stored up inside her, and released into another person at a later time. [i]Superhuman pain tolerance;[/i] She can withstand superhuman levels of pain before it begins to affect her performance. She cannot, however, withstand the actual damage a superhuman would be able to. While the pain of a building crumbling atop her would not slow her down, a building actually crumbling atop her would definitely kill her. [i]Minor psychic sense;[/i] She can sense the pain in a person, and the nature of their affliction. (Hehe) [b]-Gadgets:[/b] Her cell phone with a police scanner app, if that counts. [b]-Weapons:[/b] She carries a gun in her belt and some knives in her boots. [b]Civilian Occupation:[/b] She works as a receptionist at a holistic healing center. [b]Biography---------[/b] [b]Character History/Origin:[/b] She was born into a middle class family as a second generation mixed race immigrant. She was Vietnamese on her father’s side, whose family fled to America during the war when her father was still a young child. She grew up very close to her father’s side of the family, and deeply connected to her roots in Vietnam. When she was 18 her family took a trip back to Vietnam. They stayed with her father's cousin, who he had been particularly close to during childhood, in the city of Saigon. There she began to fully understand the catastrophic events of the Vietnam war, over 50 years past, that still affected both the countryside, and the country itself. A rage began to build inside her heart. A hunger for vengeance felt hot and painful in her blood, it was as if she could feel the pain of the earth itself rise up in her. One night, still in Vietnam, she snuck out her uncle's house, and walked to the market streets she’d seen earlier that day. She didn’t speak much Vietnamese, she didn’t know exactly what he said, but she knew he had a gun, and she knew he had it aimed at her. She heard a gunshot, and suddenly she felt white and hot. She was laying on the ground, someone was taking things out of her pockets. She reached out for his hand. All she could think was that she didn’t want to feel this way anymore. And then, as if the feeling was sucked out of her through her fingers, she didn’t. She felt fine. She could stand again. In a panic, she grabbed her wallet and the gun from the man, who was now on the ground, like they had traded places, and ran back home. She realized once she’d made it through the door she was bleeding, badly, and passed out a second later. She woke up in the hospital. After she’d recovered from her wounds curiosity led her out into the streets night after night, and slowly she began to discover the exact nature of her abilities. At first she’d have to take a few punches before she could transfer the pain back into the person, but she realized it was much easier to collect pain from normal people throughout the day. Everywhere she looked there were hurting people. Headaches, old sports injuries, assault survivors, heartbreak, everyone she touched had something that hurt them, and she took it away. She made them better, or at least, made them feel better. This meant she would be carrying the pain with her until she could release it into someone who deserved it. By the end of the day, she was a bit of a bitch. But it was worth it to her. It made her blood boil a little less. It made her feel like there was justice in the universe, there could be balance, and she could be the person to bring both of those things. Her pain tolerance began to grow and grow to accommodate more and more people each day. And she learned how to hold her own in a fight. While the sensation of pain didn’t affect her body, broken ribs and black eyes still took their toll. She got quicker, and smarter, and learned to work harder. She took the name Affliction two years ago. [/hider]