[@SimpleWriter] So, since I'm co-GM and we now need more girls, I might as well...

[hider=Kerianne "Nightwatch" Morley][b][color=darkviolet]Appearance:[/color][/b]
[hider=Regular][IMG]http://i65.tinypic.com/2a512y1.jpg[/IMG][/hider]
[hider=Costume][IMG]http://i63.tinypic.com/nto60.jpg[/IMG]
(With black tights and ankle boots)[/hider]
[b][color=darkviolet]Name:[/color][/b] Kerianne Morley
[b][color=darkviolet]Age:[/color][/b] 17
[b][color=darkviolet]Gender:[/color][/b] Female

[b][color=darkviolet]Hero Name:[/color][/b] Nightwatch
[b][color=darkviolet]Quirk Name:[/color][/b] Shadow Warp
[b][color=darkviolet]Quirk Type:[/color][/b] Emitter
[b][color=darkviolet]Quirk Description:[/color][/b] By touching her hand to a shadow, she can turn it into a portal leading to another shadow within 10 feet and her line of sight. It cannot be her own or that of anything she's taking with her, as they would disappear and disrupt the link. She can transport objects as long as they're things she can physically carry, but at this stage, not people.

If she overuses this, she becomes increasingly dizzy and disoriented. This side effect sets in faster if she warps into or out of a moving shadow, or if the light is such that an object or person casts multiple shadows. In the case of these multiple shadows, sometimes she accidentally warps out of the wrong one.

Ironically she cannot use her Quirk in complete darkness, as she needs to be able to see where she's going.

[b][color=darkviolet]Inventory & Possessions:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Her clothes are always neat and tidy, casual wear and uniform alike. At school, she makes sure to have her shirt tucked in and her tie correctly done up at all times.
[*] A portable camping lantern, which helps with her training - she places it in ways that make objects cast several shadows, and tries to get around that issue.
[*] An iPhone with a surprising amount of rock, punk and metal music, as it helped her through some tough times, although she keeps her playlist a secret.
[*] A photo album with old pictures of her parents. There are no pictures of her foster families, except for the most recent one.[/list]

[b][color=darkviolet]Sample Post:[/color][/b]

Years on, Kerianne still couldn't get used to seeing her mother like this.

[color=darkviolet]"Hey Mom..."[/color] Taking in the sunken-eyed figure behind the bars was harder than ever today, considering what she had to tell her. A ghost of a smile tugged at the girl's lips, before her expression settled back into solemnity. She took a deep breath. Best to get to the point. [color=darkviolet]"I've, uh... I've got some news."[/color]

Her mother advanced, prison shirt hanging off her frame. [color=darkslateblue]"Hey Keri. Hm, would this be good news or bad news? If you've gotten yourself into trouble again..."[/color] She gave a hollow chuckle. [color=darkslateblue]"I guess I'm not exactly the right person to lecture you. That seems to be your newest family's forte, not mine."[/color]

Kerianne shook her head. [color=darkviolet]"No, it's not that, in fact it's kind of the opposite. Whether it's good or bad depends how you see it."[/color] She paused, glancing down at the floor for a second. [color=darkviolet]"I-I went through with it, Mom. I signed up for UJ. And... I'm in."[/color]

The seconds that ticked by felt like minutes, hours even.

[color=darkviolet]"Ehh..."[/color] She shuffled her feet. [color=darkviolet]"Probably not what you wanted to hear, but I've been thinking, and I decided it was for the best."[/color] Immediately she regretted her words. Here she was, trying to convince her mother that putting people like her - people driven by desperation - behind bars was the right career path. She looked at her shoes again, then into the former villain's eyes, expecting anger or disappointment to darken them. Instead, she saw relief, although a soft sigh accompanied the look.

[color=darkslateblue]"You know,"[/color] her mom replied, [color=darkslateblue]"I can't say you're wrong. There are worse paths to go down. Much worse paths."[/color]

Kerianne bit her lip, unsure what to say. [color=darkviolet]"Don't worry,"[/color] she finally answered. [color=darkviolet]"When you live with a Quirk counsellor, you kind of end up reining things in anyway. I mean this is the longest anyone's kept me. We discussed this, and decided it'd be a chance to go a step further. You know, make up for everything."[/color]

A grin brightened her mother's face, restoring that lively air Kerianne hadn't seen since childhood. [color=darkslateblue]"Keri, I'm so, so proud of you. So glad you're getting this chance."[/color] Her voice softened, trembled. [color=darkslateblue]"Please, take that road, not the one your father and I took. Believe me, it's not worth it. Not worth it at all."[/color]

Throat tightening, Kerianne nodded. [color=darkviolet]"I'll do my best, Mom,"[/color] she said, stepping forward and letting her mother wrap those frail arms around her through the bars. She returned the hug, her resolve strengthening as she spoke. [color=darkviolet]"I'll do my best to really make you proud."[/color]

At the sound of a cough, she broke away to meet the glare of a guard. [color=dodgerblue]"Time's up, kid,"[/color] the warden announced. 

For a moment longer, Kerianne's gaze rested on her mom. [color=darkviolet]"Well... I'll let you know how things go. And how Dad takes it."[/color] Once they'd said their goodbyes, the blonde headed from the room. The building's oppressive atmosphere did nothing to diminish the brisk purpose in her steps.

The daughter of villains, becoming a pro hero... Was it truly possible? Was there hope where there seemed to have been none? If her mom thought so, supported and believed in her despite everything, this truly was an opportunity she had to take.[/hider]