[hider="Beacon"] [img] https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/017/902/274/small/joao-neto-nyarlathotep.jpg?1557786339[/img] [b][color=1b1464]Name[/color][/b] Matthew Clark Angel [color=1b1464][b]Hero Name[/b][/color] Beacon [b][color=1b1464]Nicknames[/color][/b] Alien [color=1b1464][b]Gender[/b][/color] Male [b][color=1b1464]Age[/color][/b] 31 [color=1b1464][b]Date of Birth[/b][/color] December 2nd [b][color=1b1464]Physique[/color][/b] Matthew is heavily built, towering creature that looks like something out of a science fiction horror. He stands 7’8” upright, and has a very thin, spine covered frame. [color=1b1464][b]Blood Type[/b][/color] Unknown [b][color=1b1464]Occupation[/color][/b] Hero [b][color=1b1464]Side[/color][/b] Pilot/Engineer [b][color=1b1464]Affiliation[/color][/b] H.E.R.O. [b][color=1b1464]Tier[/color][/b] A [b][color=1b1464]Personality[/color][/b] Despite his horrific appearance, Matthew is a patient, thoughtful man with a technical mind, and rather passionate drive to do what he can for H.E.R.O. He wholly believes in what the organization stands for, and feels he owes them for helping him when his powers… manifested. He finds his powers annoying at the best of times, but finds the silver lining where he can as his unique situation makes him the best choice for operations in the Earth’s orbit. Matthew is good with his hands and enjoys operating his own workshop, fixing up old satellites and the like, or making little robots when he has a little down time. He has a passionate love for all things science fiction, but finds the constant A.I. is bad spiel annoying, but otherwise always keeps a few books laying around, for boredom emergencies, snacks too. [b][color=1b1464]Backstory[/color][/b] Matthew grew up the only son to an Airforce pilot and field medic with the Marines. An army brat all the way, he grew up on bases all his childhood, seeing the world but never really settling down. It made sense he wanted to get into the Airforce actually but when he was a child he was found to have a high IQ and a mind for mathematics and Engineering. His parents insisted he go to college, make the most of it, and then if he wanted he could join the Airforce. After a few years in college, and a fresh PHD in Engineering and Physiques under his belt, Matthew joined the Airforce proper. He worked on experimental jet engines, even tested them himself once or twice, and spent much of his career in the Airforce making better panes for the pilots. He did other things for the Airforce, acted as a lead maintenance consultant as well, and for this reason would be tapped to be part of Cerberus, a fancy project name for an orbital defense array, meant to track and blow enemy missiles out of the sky with minimal damage. When Matthew’s powers manifested he was doing routine maintenance work outside the array, a stray bit of debris hit him in the leg, sending him careening into space. He was only saved from being lost to the void of space by his tether. In that moment an overwhelming amount of terror, combined with the pain of dying as his body became exposed to an environment of no atmosphere. This triggered his powers to manifest. His body began to morph, twist, and mutate rapidly. Limbs elongated, organs shifted, or absorbed by his rapidly changing biology, senses went dark, or shifted. Writhing, one of his new appendages ripped the cord tethering him to the array out and he was sent spinning, presumably lost. Agony followed and he emitted a psionic blast the array’s psychic, Rachel Mason was nearly bowled over by. It was only by her direction and efforts the rescue team was able to find Matthew, and only by the influx of power his rapidly developing abilities gifted her was she able to calm the team long enough to get him into the rescue shuttle and transported back to the array. Even after several hours exposed to space he was somehow still alive, but in deep agony. Rachel was the only one able to get near him, as he instilled irrational fear in the other astronauts. It was by this time the field base was contacted. With the appearance of a new powered human H.E.R.O. was involved in the rescue. Matthew was transported to a secured H.E.R.O. facility where he was treated for minor wounds from the transformation. Eventually he managed to learn his new abilities, and how to live with his now alien biology. [color=1b1464]Power:[b]Psionic Array[/b][/color] Matthew’s body offers him several advantages in speed, strength, agility, and enhanced senses, and the odd arrangement of his organs make it difficult to really kill him as it’s difficult to discern his weak points. Matthew boast’s long range telepathy and minor telekinesis alongside a curious ability to perform an essentially limitless telepathic link with Psionics he’s met. Essentially, Matthew can record another psionic’s brain wave pattern, then over any distance communicate with them telepathically. He can even create telepathic webs, allowing other psionics to communicate with one another so long as he’s recorded their brain wave pattern. Furthermore, psionics in his vicinity become more powerful; capable of greater feats of skill, and strength in their abilities: telepaths gain greater influence, telekinetics more precise and powerful, etc. A draw back for Matthew is to non-psionics (normal humans and powered individuals without psionic abilities) he emits a telepathic pulse that instills in them a deep seated fear, similar to the fear he felt when he transformed. He’s learned to control this, either by enhancing it or drawing it back when he focuses but this takes a lot of focus and energy to accomplish. Thus he’s come to prefer the company of psionics such as himself. [b][color=1b1464]OTHER[/color][/b] Mention Lovecraft to him and he will legit hiss at you. [/hider] [hider="Flamenco"] [img] https://images.hdqwalls.com/download/cyberpunk-girl-with-gun-neon-4k-qg-1440x2560.jpg[/img] [b][color=ec008c]Name[/color][/b] Nicole Maria Martinez-Gomez [b][color=ec008c]Hero Name[/color][/b] Flamenco [b][color=ec008c]Nicknames[/color][/b] Nikki [b][color=ec008c]Gender[/color][/b] Female [b][color=ec008c]Age[/color][/b] 24 [b][color=ec008c]Date of Birth[/color][/b] March 22nd [b][color=ec008c]Physique[/color][/b] Short, thin and somewhat wispy, she’s not very intimidating from a physical standpoint. [b][color=ec008c]Blood Type[/color][/b] AB- [b][color=ec008c]Occupation[/color][/b] Villain/Arms Dealer [b][color=ec008c]Side[/color][/b] Hacker/Prankster [b][color=ec008c]Affiliation[/color][/b] Unaffiliated [b][color=ec008c]Tier[/color][/b] C [b][color=ec008c]Personality[/color][/b] If asked, Nikki would call herself bored, but in truth she wouldn't fully understand the question and that should give you a picture of what Nikki's all about. Nikki has the emotional intelligence of a five-year-old, a very sadistic, and vindictive five-year-old. Curious to a dangerous degree, she's is all too happy to endlessly experiment with her powers, weapon designs, and chemical cocktails. Her lab is a minefield of dangerous explosives, half-finished energy based weapons, all in a chaotic maze would be a prime example of her thought process, a mile a minute and all over the place. Conceptual ideologies annoy her, constructs meant to contain and confine in her thinking, really she just doesn't get half that philosophical stuff and would rather focus on the important things in life: money, money, and money. That is the crux of Nikki's ambition is money, all her intellect, her abilities, and what she cares about most is making a buck and making her "toys". Despite her relative success as an arms and drug dealer, Nikki hasn't ever felt safe, always wanting more money, like it will save the sky from falling. She's utterly terrified to ever end up on the streets again and figures money will keep that from happening, it’s an irrational fear given her skillset but one that spurs her on all the same. Ruthlessness is a cornerstone of Nikki's business model. Anyone looking to sell on her turf wins themselves a present from Flamenco. She not above using any means necessary to make sure she isn't disrespected. Bubbly and happy-go-lucky most of the time, she loves listening to sugary sweet pop music when working. She hates Mariachi music, or anything else that reminds her of Juarez. She has a special hate for Jesus Malverde figurines and buys them in bulk to use for target practice. [b][color=1b1464]Backstory[/color][/b] Nikki was a child prodigy with a love for chemistry, physics, and engineering. In any other life, she might have pursued a career in the sciences, made something respectable of herself. Life is seldom so kind, Nikki grew up in a broken home to a ruthless drug dealer, and smacked out waitress. Her drug slinging dad saw her budding love of chemistry as nothing more than an angle and by the age of sixteen led his gang's team of drug dealers, laundered their money through shell accounts she made herself, and even tinkered with their guns, making them more dangerous on the whole. The day Nikki's powers arrived after those weird ass domes started doing strange shit was easily the highlight of her week, maybe top ten. She was minding her own business, cooking some clean crystal on the southside in Atlanta when suddenly her hands started heating up and her makeshift lab blew up in her face. When Nikki woke up she could make her veins glow a right technicolor of colors and when she absorbed kinetic energy she could redistribute it in many ways, from firework like flares to high intensity beams that can cut through low grade steel but only at close up ranges. One would think, wonder, horror, and a sense of duty to her fellow man after being gifted such an amazing gift would be her response. Wrong. That night she robbed three stores, a gas station, and candy store (girl's gotta eat!), blasting each with neon beams. In the following weeks cops found the cut apart, cauterized pieces of what had been several known drug dealers, one of which being a ruthless bastard known on the street as El Flamenco. in that week a ruthless gang, the Espada were mostly killed, or on the run to this new player. Within a month a new Flamenco had taken his place selling high grade meth, and a few "stimulants". Nikki built herself a nice little slice of turf but all good things come to an end. Hotshots wanting to make their mark as "heroes" started pinching criminals of all flavors. One in particular, some stupid kid calling himself The Knight ( a stupid name) thought he could fuck with her bottom line. He was a pain in her side for a week and his superhuman strength made getting close to him a dumb idea. It didn't help he was bullet proof. Her dealers were brought down left and right, and two of her stash houses emptied out and left to the cops. Nikki didn't have any choice but to deal with him herself. Which turned out to be a disaster because that encounter ended with him breaking her arm and nearly shattering her collar bone. Silver lining was, she found she could actually cut him with her high intensity beams. Nikki put her mind and hand to work. Sequestered away in her personal safe house, Nikki built a specialized rifle that, when hooked to her veins could fire a pressurized beam. Crude and based after a game she liked to play, the rifle turned the Knight too slag. By the end of the ordeal, she found a niche in making energy based weapons since her rifle made the straps everyone else used look like peashooters. The heat was too much though, a dead hero and her gang mostly caught and turning state's evidence, Nikki had no choice but to cut town. She'd find herself in Castleburg, no crew but a sizable customer base online, and set up shop in a warehouse. [color=ec008c]Power: [b][u]Energy Absorption (Kinetic)[/u][/b][/color] As it says Nikki's skin absorbs direct kinetic, thermal, and electrical energy. This energy is passed off to her blood stream, carried by charged blood cells to the heart where it undergoes conversion to plasma and is then redistributed across her body. This causes her veins to glow neon pink, purple, and electric blue through her skin. The plasma energy she’s gathered can be let loose in a verity of ways, from blinding flares, to focused, short "beams" that can cut through lowest grade steel. [color=ec008c][B]OTHER[/b][/color] TBD [/hider]