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[h3][b]⫸ B A S I C   I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷[/b][/h3]
[i]"I do a job that is as unforgiving as it is grisly. I like to believe I do it quite well."[/i][/center]

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▼ [b]| BIRTH   NAME : | [/b]
[indent] Rachel Cantor [/indent]

▼ [b]| ALSO   KNOWN   AS: |[/b]
[indent] Lyrebird, Madam Charity [/indent]

▼ [b]| GENDER : | [/b]
[indent] Female [/indent]

▼ [b]| AGE : |[/b] 
[indent] 28 [/indent]
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[center][h3][b]⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷[/b][/h3]
[i]"Everything humans do conveys our power and authority. As such, I always make sure I’m the most powerful-looking person in any room."[/i][/center]

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▼ [b]| P H Y S I C AL   S T A T S : |[/b] 
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[b]▸ HEIGHT : |[/b] 5’6” 
[b]▸ WEIGHT : |[/b] 130 lbs
[b]▸ ETHNICITY : |[/b] British 
[b]▸ HAIR   COLOR : |[/b] Dark brown, almost black
[b]▸ EYE   COLOR : |[/b] Grey
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▼ [b]| PHYSICAL   DESCRIPTION : |[/b] 
[indent] Neither short nor tall, vaguely fit but not particularly muscled, thin and gaunt in build. Rachel has a very fair complexion that contrasts well with her dark hair. Across her back she has a massive tattoo of the metahuman pride flag, three vertical stripes of red, gold, and white. She has several other tattoos, one of an [url=https://www.thisistattoo.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/eagle-tattoo-designs-40.jpg] eagle[/url] on her left side, one of silver chains wrapping around her left forearm in a figure-8 shape, and a design of 3 mountains on the side of her left foot. Typically, she keeps all of these hidden during working hours. Rachel’s hair is a dark brown, almost black, and is usually cut quite short, never going farther than about halfway down her neck. It’s straight and is usually kept quite neatly in a quasi-bob haircut. Her eyes are a cool grey with a hint of blue, and her eyebrows are thin and raised. She walks with a strong posture, her nose slightly turned up and her chest out. Her voice is fairly deep and airy, with a proper-sounding British accent. [/indent]

▼ [b]| ATTIRE : |[/b]
[indent] Rachel dresses quite formally most of the time, wearing a mostly monochromatic color palette. She wears a lot of suits and occasionally a tie. She has a preference for pumps, as she likes the clicking sound they make when she walks. She doesn’t wear much jewelry, with the exception of stud earrings and a plain, solid gold ring on her right ring finger. [/indent]
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[center][h3][b]⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷[/b][/h3]
[i]"We are a shattered people, and what is shattered cannot be repaired. Not completely, at least."[/i][/center]

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[b]▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : | [/b]
[indent]| Cunning | Formal | Arrogant | Determined | Charismatic | Aggressive | Patient | [/indent]

[b]▼ |  SKILLS : | [/b]
[indent] Rachel’s greatest skill is her composure. She has an incredible ability to hide her emotions and true intent, remaining calm even when all else around her is burning. She is an excellent liar as well, and a great public speaker, powerful and charismatic. [/indent]

[b]▼ | BACK   STORY : | [/b]
[indent]Rachel was born in Virginia Water, Surrey, a highly-wealthy suburb outside of London. Her family was and is incredibly rich, her father being the CEO of the international banking conglomerate Cantor and Co. It is a massive chain worth billions of dollars that had been handed down in her family for three generations. Rachel was the second-born of the four Cantor children, predestined to dwell in the shadow of her older brother, her father’s obvious favorite. In addition to being megarich, the Cantor family is...peculiar, especially when it comes to metahumanism. When Rachel’s father, Stanley Cantor, was a child, the family’s estate in Westminster was hit dead-on by a meteor, destroying the house and killing his mother as well as several servants. Stanley’s father, Aberforth, managed to survive, and with him from the ruins of the house took a chunk of yellow Delta Crystal the size of a soccer ball. Said crystal was sealed away in the family vault in Cantor and Co., and ever since each child born into the Cantor family is exposed to the crystal at a young age to ensure they attain superhuman powers. 

Rachel lived an idyllic childhood, spending her days in opulence and luxury. She went to a fancy private elementary school in London and after school would spend her days in the loft of her father’s pallatious private library. During the summer, she would travel with her family to destinations across the world. The Cantor family were strongly pro-metahuman in the Magnetoiest sense possible. Stanley had all sorts of plans to not only cultivate metahuman acceptance, but to begin seeding more metahumans throughout the world. These ideas ranged from rallies to sneaking trace bits of delta-crystal into pounds at the British mint. Eventually, as Rachel became a teenager, Stanley began to hang out with some like-minded individuals, those who believed in metahuman superiority. He began to take long trips away from his work and family, and came back more zealous to the cause each time. 

Rachel first manifested her powers at age 14. After school in the warmer months, Rachel would hang out with her friends, a gaggle of heiresses and young socialites from the neighborhood, and would hang out at a nearby country club. Rachel’s friends were a lot less studious than her, often sitting by the pool while Rachel did homework inside. This was a common theme in Rachel’s early life— while many of her wealthy schoolmates barely lifted a finger, complacent in their opulence, Rachel always had a strong work ethic. She wasn’t satisfied with living in the shadows of those around her and coasting. This often put a barrier between herself and her friends, one that those on both sides noticed. She knew they talked about her, and they knew she had a smug sense of superiority over them, but nonetheless they stuck together. 

It was on one of those days, when Rachel was doing work in her favorite armchair in the lobby of the country club, that a very drunk man in a light grey suit began to stumble through. He was a short, fat man with balding hair, a red face, and large, square glasses. As he stumbled through the lobby, paying no mind to the staff attempting to stop him from harassing the guests, he caught sight of Rachel and began to come towards her. He tried to hit on her, a fourteen-year-old girl, and when she inevitably told him to fuck off, grabbed her by the arm and whispered dirty things into her ear. Rachel struggled to get away from him, but she couldn’t shake his grasp. With country club staff swarming to her aid and this drunken man dribbling spit onto her shoulder and pawing at her clothes, Rachel began to panic. She heard her breaths getting louder and louder. Soon, the entire room shook with the sounds of hyperventilation. The man stepped back, confused by the noise. Rachel turned her head towards him, her fight or flight response kicking into [i]fight[/i], and from her mouth released the spitting image of a lion’s roar at the volume of a jet engine. Windows shattered. Furniture shook. The drunken assaulter fell straight onto his back in a daze of vertigo and pain, his ears bleeding profusely. Rachel herself doubled over in pain, her vision blurring and ears ringing. The police came shortly after, accompanied by Stanley Cantor, and arrested the assaulter. Stanley escorted Rachel home. She never saw the country club again. 

A week or so later, Stanley talked to Rachel about going to a boarding school in America that would help her learn to control her newfound abilities, a place known as Academy 002. Rachel decided to go to the school, partially because she feared what her power could do and partially because she wanted to get out of the shadow of her older brother and father. She spent the next four years there, learning how to use her powers properly. The years Rachel spent there were some of the best of her life. She made a lot of friends, from Amanda Blackmore to the fiery Claire Sparks. Eventually, she befriended the Valos family; Jake, Gabe, Johnny, and Sylvia. Together, they went on all sorts of adventures together, learning about their powers, themselves, and the mysteries of those who would threaten their academy. Rachel had her first girlfriend at the academy, the reclusive and dazzlingly intelligent Jasmine Chang (though it didn’t last long because Jasmine had no self-preservation instinct). 

After high school, Rachel left Academy 002 and attended the University of Rochester, where she majored in political science. She had her heart set on becoming a metahuman rights activist, informing political policy to better metahuman relations. The political landscape around the topic of metahuman rights was complex and highly controversial, making Rachel’s fight often feel in vain. When she was in her junior year at Rochester, she heard about a terrorist attack in London: a metahuman in a trench coat walked into the center of Trafalgar Square, pulsed red for several seconds, and then exploded, killing four people and wounding thirty others. The incident made national news, especially after the metahuman terrorist organization REAPER claimed responsibility for the attack, the first they’d claimed since the Verthaven Disaster. In the coming weeks, there were several more attacks: a coordinated assault on several airports, an enormous quilled creature appearing in the middle of New York, killing an anti-metahuman senator. The discourse that had before been strained now became completely pointless. The Rochester University political science department removed their metahuman affairs subprogram due to funding threats. Rachel protested as much as she could, claiming that lumping all metahumans together as terrorists was racist. She was called a REAPER sympathizer and people began to shun her presence. Her girlfriend, a metahuman sympathizer who Rachel was set on marrying, became afraid of Rachel and left her. Frustrated to no end, Rachel dropped out of school and, with no other options, went home to Surrey. 

Rachel noticed a lot of changes at home since she’d left for college. Security had become much tighter; the fence around the property was now electrified, and men in suits were stationed all around the house. Her father almost never left the premises, and when asked to would make up an excuse as to why he could not. Rachel began to get suspicious, so one night she snuck into her father’s study. She rifled through his documents and his laptop. On the laptop, she found a file locked by a voice command password, and using her ability bypassed it. Inside, she found a series of communications between her father and high-level members of REAPER, transactions between Cantor and CO. and several secure bank accounts across the world, and official-looking emails from some source which signed their letters with “FF”. 

“So, we have some things to talk about, huh?” Rachel heard from behind her. 

Unbeknownst to Rachel, Stanley Cantor had become a major player in the Founding Family, and had begun to use the family fortune to fund metahuman terrorist attacks around the world. Thanks to a series of shell accounts and Stanley’s masterful knowledge of international banking, he was never caught, but many of REAPER’s most grizzly assaults on the non-meta population came on his dime. 

“But, why?” Rachel asked. “Why would you help them kill innocent people?” 

“Because there’s only two ways this whole war can end,” Stanley replied. “Either we destroy those members of humanity who are inferior to us, or we lie down and allow ourselves to be slaughtered. There will never be peace between our races, and we need to accept that. I don’t do this because I love killing people. I do this because this is the only way I can protect the people I love and our way of life. You have seen first hand, my darling, what wicked humans are capable of. They will continue to take things from us and make moves to dampen our inherent superiority until we show them that [i]they[/i] are the ones who should be bowing to [i]us[/i].”

Rachel knew in her heart that her father was right. This was a war now, there were battles and skirmishes. The whole world was the battlefield, in fact. Before she could even think much more about it, the words came out of her mouth: 

“I want to help.” 

So, Rachel joined REAPER. Never as a grunt, mind you— her father made certain that she was never directly in harm’s way. She acted as a supervisor and planner, helping to coordinate attacks and oversee covert supply chains. Over the years, Rachel became one of the most outspoken members of REAPER, a zealous hard-liner hell-bent on destroying humanity for metahumans everywhere. Eventually, her work and fury were noticed by the higher-ups in the organization, and they offered Rachel a supervising position over an [i]entire[/i] city, Charity Beach to be exact. She started in the winter and has been the head overseer of REAPER’s Charity forces ever since. [s] I swear I didn’t half-ass this to get the sheet done.[/s] 

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[center][h3][b]⫸ P O W E R   I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷[/b][/h3]
[i]"I sing many songs. I sing them all for freedom."[/i][/center]

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[b]▼ | POWER   CLASSIFICATION : | [/b]
[indent]Type-Yellow [/indent]

[b]▼ | POWER   DESCRIPTION : | [/b]
[indent][i]Cry Baby Cry:[/i]  Rachel’s delta crystal exposure severely altered the physiology of her lungs, larynx, windpipe, and voice box. It made all of the aforementioned parts both significantly more durable and highly malleable. This gives Rachel the ability to perfectly mimic any sound she has heard with a nearly-indistinguishable degree of accuracy. This is true whether the sound is mechanical or organic in nature. Rachel can alter the properties of sound as well, increasing the pitch, frequency, volume, etc. Rachel’s range in these categories is exceptionally high. She’s capable of producing both ultrasound and infrasound and can raise her voice up to 150 decibels without damaging her throat, loud enough to cause instant hearing damage to those in close range. 
As a side-effect to the extreme durability of Rachel’s power, her respiratory system is near-indestructible. Most bullets and knives harmlessly bounce off of her voice box, leaving it unscathed. This protection extends [i]only[/i] to the lungs, windpipe, and speech-producing components of her throat, [i]not[/i] the skin, blood vessels, or other tissues which surround these components (ie, if you shoot Rachel in the chest it’s gonna hurt like a bitch and she’ll still bleed and probably die, you just won’t puncture her lungs). Since the ears, nose, and throat are connected inside the skull, this causes Rachel’s ears and sinuses as well as the tubes which connect them all to also be indestructible. [/indent]

[b]▼ | LIMITS : | [/b]
[indent] She can only produce sounds that she's heard and can't exceed 150 decibels (which is the approximate loudness of a bomb going off so more than enough to fuck your day up). [/indent] 

[b]▼ | WEAKNESSES : | [/b]
[indent] While Rachel is capable of producing any sound imaginable, this power requires a good deal of practice. If Rachel doesn’t practice a sound for more than a few months, the accuracy of her mimicking diminishes. Secondly, Rachel isn’t immune to the effects of her own sounds. While very loud or low-frequency sounds can be used offensively, these sounds also harm Rachel if she is not careful to protect her ears. While Rachel’s ears cannot be destroyed (due to her high durability), she can feel pain in them and loud sounds can cause her temporary hearing loss just like everyone else. Using her highest-volume sounds causes disorientation, pain, temporary hearing loss, and a headache. In the same way, low-frequency sounds of certain frequencies will cause her nausea and vertigo. Thirdly and finally, Rachel’s ability is weak to smoke or dust-based attacks (try doing an impression with lungs full of smoke). 
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[center][h3][b]⫸ O T H E R ⫷[/b][/h3]
[i]"I have no time for fools who do not believe in the war. I cannot convince you of a fact."[/i][/center]

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