Kara Davis

Kara Dru-Zod

Sol

22

Kryptonian

Female

Kara stands at about 5’7” and has an athletic build to her body. Her proportions are just that to fit conventional beauty standards as what a ‘perfect’ woman happens to be. Typically, Kara likes to dress casually but in an outfit that matches and still looks good. Though sometimes this might be as simple as a pair of jeans and a simple hoodie. Still, she tends to dress up a tad bit more than that, and often favors lighter colors that work well with her green eyes and dyed-pink hair. Though most people would really know Kara for her cosplay and modeling career, as well as some of the high-society events she attended while dating Lex Luthor. Here, she is often in much more elegance, with dresses that would be befitting of most supermodels.

One thing that almost will never change unless it absolutely has to about Kara’s casual looks, is that she favors converse-styled shoes. While there is a deep reason around it being the brand that she was first able to afford for herself, there is also the simple fact that she thinks they can go with just about any outfit she puts together. She also typically keeps the same golden earrings, shaped like little star’s on her ears. A gift from her best friend’s, Verra’s, mother when she had turned 16.

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When acting as the hero, Sol, Kara has a rather specific costume she chooses to wear out in public. Though unlike plenty of other heroes, Kara’s outfit is not made of advanced materials that are overly meant for fighting or being a superhero. Rather, it's made of the same material which one might use to make cosplay outfits. While high quality compared to most normal clothes one wears around on a day to day basis, the material is nothing compared to that of other materials used by the superheroes. The entire outfit is made from the same stash of material which Kara uses to make the cosplays she is known for wearing. It's something that she applies in order to create the outfit which she is so commonly seen wearing.

Sol’s outfit primarily consists of a purple color, though it does sport golden gauntlets and boots made to look metallic. The outfit is made up of a tight, armorweave-looking top, which is skintight and allows for movement while still showing off a little bit of her body. Then it goes down into a skirt ending just above the middle of her thigh, from there a bit of her leg can be seen before the long bodysuit-like material that goes up to just below her knee appears sticking out the top of her golden boots. She also wears gloves on each arm that go up to just below her shoulders, and have golden gauntlets over the end.

Sol is often seen as almost being carefree and relaxed when going around doing her superhero work. Often with a reassuring, friendly, smile on her features. Her eyes always seem to be alight with the joys of life, and hope can clearly be seen in her gaze for each and every person she helps. Her shoulder-length, pink, hair is typically worn down as she is running about. Overall, she appears as a young hero who rather enjoys being able to do exactly that, hero work.

Cooking -

Kara is an extremely adept cook, having had to help out with a bit of the cooking at the orphanage which she grew up in.

Baking -

Kara is an extremely adept baker, having had to help out with a bit of the baking at the orphanage which she grew up in.

Languages -

Kara is fluent in English, Japanese, and French.

Cosplay -

Kara is a professional cosplayer, and has skills in both the creation of the cosplay outfits while also being adequate at acting to fill in the parts of the character she is cosplaying.

Video Games -

Kara is a rather skilled gamer, and absolutely will stomp your K/D into the ground. Except in fighting games, where she will utterly be steamrolled by somebody even just mashing buttons.

Super Senses -

A Kryptonian’s senses after such prolonged exposure to a yellow sun are enhanced to the point that they can see and hear events even from orbit. They are also capable of seeing through walls, x-ray vision, and thermal vision.

Superhuman Speed -

While not able to go as fast as a speedster, Kryptonians under a yellow sun are able to move at speeds that are seemingly impossible to beat unless a speedster. Their stamina and reflexes are also enhanced to adapt for this speed.

Superhuman Strength -

Along with the speed obtained from the yellow sun, Kryptonians also become impossibly strong. Their strength is seemingly incalculable, as a result of the yellow sun that seems to power them like some sort of super-battery.

Invulnerability -

Another ability that comes as a result of the yellow sun, Kryptonians are seemingly invulnerable to all sorts of damage. Of course, there are still attacks that can wound Kryptonians despite their seemingly-invulnerable state. These attacks are either very potent, or magical in their nature.

Flight -

Kryptonians are capable of flight, and extremely fast flight at that. Their blistering speeds at which they can fly means the Kryptonians are capable of being anywhere on the planet in a matter of minutes. They are also capable of flying in space, and even surviving that harsh environment without needing to breathe.

Enhanced Mental Processes -

Their physical properties are not the only properties enhanced within the Kryptonians, their mental capabilities are also enhanced. This means that they have exceedingly good memories, allowing them to learn things in near record time. They also are generally regarded as super-intelligent among humans.

Heat Vision -

Kryptonians are capable of channeling solar radiation and firing beams of it from their eyes, an ability that many refer to as Heat Vision. The impact of this beam is capable of causing explosions or melting straight through many objects.

Gene Tailoring -

Kryptonians ranked higher in the castes of their home had access to better gene tailoring. This affected not only their appearances, but also resulted in the abilities the Kryptonians gained from the yellow sun to be slightly altered at times. In the case of Sol, it causes her hair and eyes to glow a slight green when using her powers. Her heat vision is also a sort of neon green.

Protective Aura -

A unique trait due to her genetic tailoring, Sol is capable of channeling the solar radiation in a different manner than just heat vision. Instead she is capable of using it to form a protective barrier in a 6 foot radius around herself of the burning radiation. This is capable of blocking energy attacks coming in and kinetic attacks (such as melting bullets). However, this ability is exceedingly strenuous upon the user. The more damage attempted to absorb, the more it drains Sol. Stopping something such as an explosion will cause her to either drop the barrier or fall unconscious shortly afterwards.

Dormant Power -

While Kara’s suite of powers seems impressive to most, due to her prolonged exposure to the yellow sun Earth orbits, Kara’s not yet tapped into her full potential. This is because Kara spent most of her life actively trying to hide the developing powers, and acting as if she were just like anybody else. Only two people ever were told about her strange abilities, Verra and her Mother. Though even that was a bit of an accident, as they found out when at a theme park and one of the jump scare robots in the haunted house had its upper body punched clean off.

Her flight speed maxes out at around Mach 1.5, while Kryptonians more skilled in their abilities would be able to go significantly faster at her stage. Similarly, she cannot move on the ground nearly as fast, maxing out at around Mach 0.75. Her strength is still monstrous compared to most, though she would be significantly struggling at the moment to hold up a full Boeing 737. Her heat vision is not yet at its full potential, but still a force to be reckoned with. The protective aura is an ability which Kara has yet to discover she is capable of doing.

Inexperience -

Seemingly an obvious weakness, but Kara has never attempted to be a hero. So her inexperience comes heavily in hand, as she might not make the right decisions at the right time. With her amount of power, this is a problem that could very easily lead to her hurting the very people she is trying to protect. She also does not particularly know how to fight, so one matching her in strength and durability could manage to overpower the girl rather effectively.

Kryptonite -

A side-effect of her genetic tampering, Kara is more weak than most of her kin to the effects of Kryptonite on Earth. Its mere presence in her immediate proximity causes her powers to drain, and even starts causing searing pain. Kryptonite entering her body could very realistically kill the young Kryptonian if not removed quick enough.

Magic -

Like all Kryptonians, Kara is particularly susceptible to magic when it is used against her.

Telepathy -

Like all Kryptonians, Kara is particularly susceptible to telepathic powers when they are used against her.

When wearing her costume, Kara is a very hopeful young hero. She has a seemingly bottomless good heart, one that shows every time she is active. Sol is the kind of hero who at one moment would stop a bank robber, and the next would be giving food to a homeless man on the streets. She loves the hero life, being able to finally help others and do something about the crime that roots deep within the back alleys of the city. Always seeming confident like nothing in the world could possibly stop her, and a confident grin always on her features. In her eyes, there seems to be an infinite amount of hope hidden behind her eyes. Her mannerisms seem to portray a relaxed persona, making jokes and seeming to ‘talk’ to those she is stopping. That being said, it is also very clear that the girl loves her city, and everybody in it. When others are put in danger, Sol is reliably there to protect the inhabitants and does have hints of anger towards those threatening the peace.

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Kara’s civilian personality is much more subdued than her costumed personality. Typically she is quieter and more reserved than she is as Sol. When doing her modeling or cosplay events, the girl is once more outgoing and even a bit flirtatious towards others. She is also highly intelligent, and kind hearted in nature. She can be a bit stubborn at times, and even show a bit of sass towards others. Yet she always tries to show respect towards others when she can. Of course, those damn catcallers on the street still get a middle finger by way of response or maybe even an insult thrown their way.

She also has a habit of trying to spend as much time around those few who she considers friends as possible. While some might see this as a bit… strange, to Kara it is simply a subconscious need to be reminded that she isn’t alone. This was the unfortunate truth of growing up in an orphanage, the poor girl had always had that deep seeded fear that nobody wanted her as the years went on without any sort of adoption. Although life at the orphanage was not all terrible, as Kara did rather quickly discover that she had talent for cooking and rather enjoyed the act. So when her chores were usually associated with making the meals for her fellows at the orphanage, the girl was rather happy to oblige. This, of course, is something which still carries over to her today. As when friends come to visit, or vice versa, its usually safe to assume that Kara has whipped up some form of tasty snack.

Kara Dru-Zod was born in a rather strange place compared to most of her fellows on earth. The girl was originally born onboard a Kryptonian ship drifting through space, before she was sent away on an escape pod by her mother, and arrived here on Earth.

Born aboard a Kryptonian military ship, Kara Dru-Zod is the sole (living) descendant of the final ruler of Krypton. Zod the Mad. Her mother being a consort of the mad ruler who he had brought aboard the ship as he fled the dying planet. The ruler of Krypton was eager to see an heir brought into this world, with small delusions of ruling Krypton still lingering in the mad ruler’s mind. As such, an heir or heiress was critical to ensuring that his rule continued on after he was no longer the ruler. However, things would not go as was planned for the ruler of the dead planet. However, the young girl remembers nothing of this parent or life onboard the ship. As shortly after she was born, her mother put her child into an escape pod and fired it away from the ship. An act that proved to be her final one, as Zod murdered the woman in a fit of rage after he discovered what she had done.

The pod hurtled through space for a few months before it finally found a home on a new planet within the Sol system. This planet, Earth, was the third from a yellow sun at the center of the system, which would prove to change the baby girl’s life in ways one simply couldn’t imagine. Her escape pod came down in the dead of night in the center of Yellowstone National Park. The pod crashing down in a small clearing where it scared the hell out of an unfortunate pack of wolves, and was found by the Sentry not long after it crashed down due to the noise the impact had caused. Carefully, she had removed the baby from the strange piece of technology when it started to make a strange noise. Barely having enough time to get the child of range, the pod overheated and exploded due to damage it had sustained upon re-entry. From that moment on, the Sentry decided that the child would be raised in the orphanage as a normal human, not the strange being she knew it to be from the odd technology it had arrived within. So, she was taken to an orphanage in Keystone city, run by somebody that the Sentry trusted with such a secret.

For much of her young life, Kara was no different than the other orphans that she lived amongst. A story was made up about her parents dropping her off because they simply couldn’t afford to have a child, and wanted her to have a better life than what they could provide. Even from this young age, Kara made a lasting impression on those around her. Always so full of energy and life, the girl was ever inquisitive. She wanted to learn about everything she could possibly get her hands on, and wanted to befriend just about every other kid living among them. Despite being such a friendly little child, Kara was in her fair share of fights with some of the others that lived with her. Most of these fights coming up because she stepped in when others were being picked on by some of the older kids. This became a recurring theme for much of her childhood, and often enough led to incidents of other kids picking on her for trying to step in.

Over the years following these incidents, Kara began to cool down a bit from her constant fights, settling into the roll of sweet yet shy girl. Not long after starting these lessons, a billionaire from Keystone City itself, Norman Osborn, seemed to get involved with the little orphanage. Donating a large sum of money towards the place so that it could be improved and offer a better quality of life to those living within its walls. He even arranged for a few of the older children, including Kara, to be enrolled in a rather high-end private school located in Central city. The generosity of the billionaire being something that Kara found truly inspiring as a little girl, and desperately wished she had some manner to pay it back towards others. The idea for how she could pay it back came not long after when she went with her newfound friend from school, Verra, and her mother to see some new movie that had come out. The movie, as it turned out, being about a superhero stopping crime and helping save the day against a maniacal madman. All of this while helping those who lived in the city. Delivering inspiring messages to each of them, and giving the young Kara the idea that someday she wanted to grow up to be a superhero like in the film. Thats how she would help all the others!

Yet it seemed hell would come to earth before the girl could even dream of becoming a superhero. Kara’s dreams fell away as she continued to suppress her powers to fit into her school, taking up the role of the shy nerdy introvert who Verra had apparently adopted. Slowly her dreams faded into just being a fantasy as her life continued on without much of an incident. Except, of course, when a haunted house spooked her so much at a theme park she punched the robot’s upper half off in front of Verra and her mother. That had been an event which took alot of explaining, and eventually resulted in Kara confiding her powers in the two. Yet things seemed to fade again after that, save for the occasional flight late at night when she convinved Verra to come along with her. School went by, Kara had dates with a boy or two, a girl or two, she worked a boring ass job at McDonalds over the summers. Truly, a mundane life for the young girl of incredible ability. Then everything suddenly changed and took a turn for the extraordinary in her life. She had been sitting on her bed at the orphanage, debating what to wear out for a date later that week with a boy she had been tutoring. Malcolm was his name. Then the TV in her room displayed a sudden flash from the news about a terrible derailment happening of the very train she knew the boy took home after school. Within seconds, Kara was out of the orphanage and rocketing towards the sight of the crash. Although she arrived much too later, as the disaster had already finished. The passengers and their belongings lay strewn across the ground, and a quick look around told Kara all she needed to know. They were dead. The memory still haunts Kara, as she clearly remembers the looks of all the bodies strewn across the ground and the terrible sounds that plagued her the next few weeks of people mourning those they lost that day. The day where Kara was helpless to do anything to protect the others despite her extraordinary abilities.

This of course galvanized the college-aged girl, bringing back to her mind those fantasies of being a hero who could prevent these tragedies. She brought the idea up, hypothetically of course, to the woman running the orphanage she lived in. Though she did not know the woman knew her origin and abilities, and was surprised by how ferociously the idea was shot down. Quickly the girl was talked out of the idea by one of the few people who she truly saw as family, as the woman was simply trying to protect Kara and keep those powers hidden. Still, the idea of becoming a superhero was now firmly at the forefront of her mind once more, as it had been for most of her young life.

When it came time to apply for college, Kara knew she had to do something to help others. Her dreams of being a superhero still driving her thoughts, and thus influenced her to move towards the path she chose in her schooling. She chose to become a lawyer, thinking that by taking this path, she could both ensure those doing harm would be put in jail, while also defending the innocent in court when they could not afford it. During this time, she dyed her hair from platinum blonde to the pinkish color she is known for in the modern day as a way to differentiate herself. She also got heavily into cosplay around this time, making costumes based off the anime, comic, movie, video game characters, and even some superheroes she so loved. This distraction allowing the girl a brief bit of time to just be herself, and enjoy time without thinking of the whole ‘help all the people!’ thing, something she felt was important to avoid becoming jaded. Being a rather attractive girl, this of course started to gain some attention for her. In turn, this led to the girl establishing herself on social media then from there she was contacted and brought in for some professional shoots. Soon enough, Kara was working as a model and a cosplay model, while grabbing the attention of more than a few individuals. One of them being a young man with promising potential, Lex Luthor, and the two quickly found middle ground then became quite the item. Things progressed quickly and with passion between the two, with Lex buying Kara a townhome in a nice suburb of Keystone and the two moving in together. Though this only lasted about a year, before the couple got into the most high intensity of fights and Kara quite literally threw Lex out of their home.

It was then that she decided to dive further into her studies in law, and started to discover that things weren’t quite as good as they had seemed a few weeks ago. Through the study of recent cases, and what she could hear around the city, Kara found that crime was starting to see a significant uptick. Metahumans were being hotly discussed, and her best friend was in a coma following the explosion of the particle accelerator. Then some strange group of metas started committing murders, and Kara quickly realized the world was teetering on the edge of an explosion. That enough was not being done to protect people, and keep the peace. Here, Kara decided enough was enough. She would personally get involved in helping with those very things she saw lacking. Kara took it as her chance to be the light in the rapidly darkening world that had emerged from the explosion. Using the skills from the years of making her cosplays, Kara designed a costume for herself. Using the name Sol, after the sun at the center of their system which she felt strongest when it was shining, and because she decided that she would be the world’s light. She then prepared to move out and become the hero she had longed to be for so long. Yet… plans got delayed as she received news that Verra had woken up from that coma. Then with the discovery of Verra’s own abilities, it wasn’t long before the two had made costumes and decided to strike out as heroes to protect the cities they loved.

Sure, the world was full of darkness and crime had spiked following that terrible explosion. But now, she had the means to become the light for the world. To bear its burdens so that it might smile one more day.

Olivia Babbage.

14.

Human.

Female.

She's a lithe girl standing at little over four feet, zero inches and weighing only eighty pounds. She has long, straight jet black hair that reaches down to the top of her thighs. Her eyes are a dark grayish blue color that looks close to black when not observed closely. Her skin is really quite pale, a combination of genetics and her tendency to stay indoors. She tends to wearer darker clothes, with a fair few dark dresses given by her parents along with some more modern apparel she's picked out.

Nothing more than a cellphone perhaps.

Aside from a standard education her only noteworthy traits are a reasonably impressive flexibility, dexterity and balance.

She controls sound. Every facet of sound, from wavelengths and amplitudes to vibrations and sonic pressure she is intrinsically tied to everything that is sound. She controls it not through any physical medium but through her will. When she hears sound it is not through her ears but rather it is her mind perceiving the waves directly and interpreting them. Because of this all her senses interact with sound, no longer just as an audible medium but a visual and textile experience as well. She feels sound like it's an extension of herself, an ethereal limb that's simultaneously attached and disconnected from her. Unlike her own limbs however there is no instinct for controlling sound. Understanding is something to be earned.

Her limitations are the very limitations of sound itself. Much like the inverse-proportional law which dictates the strength of sound over distance the power she's able to generate deteriorates the further away from her the target location is. Just like sound itself the thinner the medium she's transmitting her sound through the weaker the effects become. The resistance of the material her sound is travelling through also effects the potency of the sound. In addition the more sound she attempts to manipulate the harder it becomes to control. Fine precision and unrelenting force do not fit hand in hand.

Sound itself can hurt her just as much as it could help when uncontrolled. Given her mind's particularly wide reception range the volume of any and all sound in her vicinity is amplified to a ludicrous degree. This reception cannot be shut down either, remaining active at all times, even when she is unconscious. No matter how painfully loud the world around her becomes she can never shut it out. There exists techniques to dampen the sounds around her to lessen her burden but a novice like herself is years away from even approaching such a level of control.

Naturally given the complexity of the field she controls it is fiendishly difficult to properly wield her power. There is no instinct for controlling sound in this manner nor is there any instruction on such matter. As completely foreign as controlling something tied to her very mind but divorced from all natural experience is it will be a long time, perhaps years even, before she'll even begin upon the path to understanding the basics.

Before the change she was a relatively quiet one. She always had trouble starting conversations and people never really cared for her company. This has lead to her isolating herself with books and turning to the internet for a majority of her social life. Never being anywhere close to popular at school she's often cleft more to obscure sub-cultures, observing them but never becoming involved. She is what the netizens would qualify as a "Lurker". She takes in the world around her as an outsider, not a participant. This has given her a decent appreciation for the stranger side of life. When nobody likes you either which way what use is there in being normal?

Then sound happened.

Hope, New York. She lived in a suburban neighborhood in a run-of-the-mill middle class family. Her relationship with her parents has always been rather rocky.

Olivia was never really liked all too well. Despite being an only child her parents always seemed short of temper whenever she spoke up. Though it was no fault of her own such was the hand she was dealt.

She was born and raised in Hope town, New York. It was a little patch of buildings, mostly a few warehouses and what few vestiges need exist to even qualify as a town. She was raised and taught there for many years though no teacher nor peer valued her company. It was a lonely life overall, pushing her to turn her interest inward. Between books and the world wide web she had everything she needed to shut out the world.

When her father got a position at one of the technological super corporations down in Central City they moved down there promptly, setting up close to his work. Being well into her teens Olivia was enrolled in one of the resident highschools there. She fared no better in this new location than she did at the last.

Such was life, normal albeit worse for reasons yet to be known. It would have remained that way too until one fateful day when their school scheduled a field trip to go see "The Future of Science", an event hosted by STAR labs to tout their latest scientific marvels to the public. Press of every variety along with crowds of the general public were lead on tour and shown all the demos they had lined up for viewing.

Of course as luck would have it this field trip would have taken place on the very same day that the Harrison Wells experiment detonated releasing dark matter all across the globe. It happened as their bus was just exiting the parking lot, saturating the lot of them with tremendous amounts of this relatively unknown energy. It created a substantial amount of chaos throughout the city as it was ground zero for receiving a global quantity of the stuff.

Naturally for some time after that the city was in a state of mild as the efforts to repair the damage done by the eruption were twinned with it's effects on those who were affected by the energy, for better or for worse.

After being seen by the hospital to make sure she hadn't suffered any life-threatening injuries she was deemed healthy and sent back to school. A scarce few students, a couple of which who were with her on the field trip, exhibited metahuman qualities so everyone was tense to see if anyone else from their school had the potential to manifest strange new abilities.

So they waited... And waited... And waited. Nothing came of it however. It seemed as though those who were already discovering their new powers in the latter months were about it. She wouldn't say she was holding her breath to see if she had any such potential. While superpowers always sound cool she was more of a realist than an optimist. The odds simply weren't in her favor.

She was just herself. Thus, life continued as normal. Well, as normal as the world can be when there are metahumans running amuck with any variety of motives and powers to wield as they deem fit as of recently.

Paul Khumalo

34

Human

Male

Paul is a large and muscular man, standing at six feet tall and with a powerful and thick build. He dresses well, usually in suits or otherwise fashionable clothing, though never enough to bring attention to him. His face is always clean shaven and he always wears a cross around his neck, a demonstration of his immense faith.

Paul is comically serious, almost never emoting and always focused on either a task at hand or on God. He's not humorless, but he's very focused and often responds to jokes as if they were said as purely informative statements. He can joke, but usually only when he's sure that everything's alright.

Above all else, Paul is a religious man. There is little more important to him than God, and he sees it as his duty to work in God's name, being a good man to give back for all that has been given to him. He never pushes his religion on others or targets anyone else for not following the same faith. Paul can be friendly, and sees any wisdom that others give as extremely valuable, in the same token more than willing to give whatever he can in return. He is generous, self-sacrificing, and attempts to act to the ideal of all of the biblical seven virtues, but above all, he cares about others.

Born in Chicago, Paul was named after the saint, his family very religious. Despite that, Paul never took to religion, instead taking to looking after himself and his own. Dropping out of high school due to a lack of money, he found himself struggling to get by. There were no opportunities for someone like him, so he found others who would stand up for him, a gang.

Paul's story begins that of a petty criminal, stealing, conning, sometimes even killing, whatever it took to get by. He wanted to escape this life, to become something. With not much else to do, he continued growing more and more violent as those around him did, until eventually it caught up with him. A single bullet piercing between his ribs and sending him tumbling into freezing cold Lake Michigan. He thought himself dead, no matter how hard he struggled to survive. He felt something in his quickly freezing fingers, dirt in his hands, the ground, and it was going up. He pulled, clawed, and finally his screaming body met air, and his lungs filled. He rolled onto his back, the moon in his eyes, staring down at him, something paternal about it. He hadn't survived by chance, something had saved him. God had saved him.

He had to flee. Thankfully God wasn't done giving gifts, he crossed a young man, Jimmy Shannon, who had a heroic streak. The two quickly became friends, and after an introduction to the rest of Shannon's very wealthy family, Paul had a place in the world, finally. He felt like he had to give back though, and both he and Jimmy proved very convincing. Paul had support and a drive. He trained himself until he felt himself capable, and with the aid of some more engineering inclined members of the family, Paul had the ability and the will to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. Naming himself The Authority after the bible chapter Romans 13, Paul took it upon himself to serve the Lord, and every one of His creations on Earth.

Firand’r (meaning: “Moonfire” in Tamaranian) / Scarlet Elizabeth (“Lizzie”) Straussen

17

Tamaranian (Modified)

Female

A lovely beauty, and a maturing teenage girl who is definitely considered ‘beautiful’ with ease by the majority of her peers and others around her. She has soft, milky white caucasian-color skin that blends in naturally among the human population, with a pair of vivid yet soft green eyes that seem to be like deep pools of emerald-like waters. Though this is really where her true appearance comes to an end of sorts in its ‘normalcy’. A pair of short crimson red horns come out on the top of her forehead, and her canine teeth are somewhat more pronounced to boot. Further, no matter how much she eats she seems to not gain any weight unlike other girls her age…and beyond this highly supernatural metabolism, she has nine stomachs to boot. She also stands at the height of 5’8”.

• Main Appearance Pic From Above Link (Casual) - https://i.imgur.com/RQfW029.jpg
• Relaxed Casual - https://i.imgur.com/eoP2kKP.jpg
• Summer/Swimsuit Ready - https://i.imgur.com/fR6cAp8.png

A kind-hearted tomboy at heart who can be very strong-willed, even to the point of being stubborn on certain occasions when her mind has been dedicated to something. She is the casual sort of person who will generally act as she pleases, the youthful sort of teenager who rebels against things or seeks out something interesting to do when she's too bored. She generally listens to and respects her adoptive mother and human stepfather, in part due to the discipline driven in by her training as well as her upbringing in the deep south, yet when push comes to shove those teenage hormones and a desire to 'do her own thing' still inevitably strike out in general with her. When riled up enough she can be impulsive, rash, and stupid, yet at the same time her training has given her a generally level head otherwise. She adores the taste of sweet tea, homemade or otherwise, and likewise an appreciation for 'good home cooking' as well as fast food. Beyond that she is also the sort to not shirk romping about in the woods, 'mudding' around in a large four-wheel-drive truck with friends, shooting guns or going out hunting with human relatives, or even taking her turn in the kitchen to help get dinner ready. Though when push comes to shove, one can count on her to do her part and work hard to achieve a particular goal.

Firand'r is from the capital city of the planet of Tamaran, and had an initial Tamaranian sort of upbringing with her adoptive parents Azil and Thorran. When her adoptive parents fled with her and crashed on Earth, due to threats back home, from that point she received a mix of general human public schooling education as well as supplemental teaching/tutoring education at home from her adoptive Tamarnian mother Azil (a Tamaranian scientist). The pair of humans who let Firand'r and her adoptive parents live with them, a veteran and his wife living in the deep south, also assisted in her upbringing and care and education some as she grew up. When Azil and the human veteran eventually married, this pattern of general education for her continued alongside added intense combat/survival training pushed on Firand'r by her human stepfather and his old military buddies.

The fall of this year she is to begin her senior year of high school, and is currently wrapping up her junior year of high school.

Firand'r was born the illegitimate child of the Queen of Tamaran and her husband’s brother, a child conceived in the heat of the moment when a sister-in-law was comforting her brother-in-law over the loss of his own wife, before being spirited out of the palace after her secret birth and handed over to two of the Queen’s confidants. These two confidants were themselves married, the husband being a soldier and the wife and a scientist, and despite knowing the risks took the child in as their own. Not having children of their own, they framed her adoption as being that of a ‘deceased relative’s child’, got help forging papers from the Queen, and all seemed to be well. The young Firand’r never knew what was going on due to her age, or who the ‘nice visiting lady’ (the Queen) was that treated her so well and nicely, but her adoptive parents loved her as if she was their own and treated her as well as any loving parents would. They let her go to school, to learn and grow, and yet eventually the young girl’s peaceful and ultimately tranquil life would come to an abrupt end at the age of 5.

It was about this time the king’s youngest child with the Queen, a son named Garandi’r (who has 2 older sisters), began to weasel his way down the trail of crumbs his mother had left over the years.This in turn led to the Queen sending a panicked but secret message to her confidants, and then caused Thorran and Azil (the couple who had taken in Firand’r) to freak out and seek a way to hide the child. Anything to keep her safe from the prying eyes of the Crown Prince, and his own seemingly dark and ultimately ill agenda for investigating the matter. Did he seek to discredit the Queen, and so somehow harm his older sisters right to the throne? Did he want to use the child as leverage, to use the Queen (his own mother) to help him scheme to the seat of power? No one knew for sure, but the fear was real enough and imminent enough that Firand’r was taken to a black market hospital where some Psions offered to help her...albeit at a price of using her for an experiment. It was a cruel action, and one that over the course of a year would bring the young Tamaranian into great pain and suffering...but ultimately have the desired result as well of changing her to be ‘different’.

However, she was ‘too’ different. To pass off her skin and features as notable genetic anomalies was one thing. Noting how she now wielded plasma and had no connection to the usual Tamaranian power source of UV light….that was itself an entirely different matter. Garandi’r eventually put 2-and-2 together, approaching Thorran and Azil and trying to question them about things. While the Queen had ensured the proper false papers and documents for Firand’r were out there and in order, even the Crown Prince was very much still suspicious...especially after seeing the literal spitting image of his mother’s own eyes still lingering in those of the little bedridden Firand’r as he left. After this the Queen could only send a message to the couple, warning them that the Crown Prince was seeking to blackmail her with threats of killing the child and that they had to get the child off of Tamaran at all costs.

This was how Firand’r and her adoptive parents came to flee Tamaranian space, and use their ship to jump to a random system far from the gaze of the devious Crown Prince. What they didn’t expect, however, was to crash land after they ran into a satellite orbiting Earth on arrival and plummeting like a meteor. In this they ended up landing in the Southeast region of USA, crashing into the deep woods and young Firand'r lying there with dire wounds.

In that same day, though, a retired U.S. veteran named Joseph Alexander Straussen was hunting with an old military buddy, and came upon the crashed ship after its landing. Safe to say, all parties were surprised and shocked at what they were seeing...and ultimately were rather tense in this first encounter to say the very least. They were all perhaps one wrong move before both sides might’ve come to blows, save for Joseph seeing the young and hurt Firand’r and lowering his weapon in an instant. Not wanting to see a child in pain, and having to use basic physical gestures at first to communicate, the southern man helped the alien trio sneak back to his rural home not too far away. Here he and his initially very shocked wife would assist them, even if shakily at first, but the sight of a wounded child of any sort wasn’t anything they could bear to see either.

From here the four adults managed to get the young child patched up, and eventually communicate via one highly-salvaged language-learning-and-translation device. Learning the plight of these off-worlders who had crashed on their planet, Joseph and his wife Linda came to the eventual and fateful decision to give them refuge and a place to stay in return for help around their land. With the help of another other old war buddies Joseph called in, the Tamaranian couple also managed to hide what salvage of their ship they could salvage over the next two days.

Once this was all said and done, and the trio settled initially in what was a guest bedroom on the rural couple's house, Firand'r found herself once again in a new home and with even more guardians to boot over the following years. Joseph and his wife would help care for and raise her like one of their own, in the end, whilst Thorran and Azil began to pitch in and help around the Straussen's land and home to help 'earn their keep' as they felt compelled to do for their hosts. The two couples began to bond like friends as time went on, however, with Joseph and Thorran even bonding strongly over their old war stories and the oddly similar parallels in their military careers. Even their respective wives seemed to bond over their husbands, and similar parallels in their own lives. Such closeness they gained that, several years later (when Firand'r was 8), after Thorran died of long-term wounds from the crash, and illness took Joseph's wife...Joseph and Azil eventually married on Earth in a small, humble ceremony.

Firand'r, on the other hand, seemed to gain some more out of her new living situation as well. She went about playing with Joseph and Linda's young son, Ezekiel, who became a brother of sorts to her and then an actual stepbrother to her to boot as time went on. Her adoptive Tamaranian mother taught her much at home, though with some tweaking a cloaking device was made that allowed the little Tamaranian girl to go through proper human public schooling to help give her cover. Thorran and Joseph also taught her some about fighting and outdoors survival initially, mainly out of a sense of deep-seated concern on Thorran's part that the accursed prince would one day come looking potentially. The young Firand'r also eventually took on the name "Scarlet Elizabeth Straussen", the surname in particular that became much more legally entrenched when her adoptive mother and Joseph eventually married in turn.

Yet 'Scarlet' would ultimately receive a special training from her new human stepfather, who took Thorran's last wishes to prepare her for anything seriously after his new Tamaranian friend had died. Utilizing his connections, the ex-Navy Seal and a group of some of his also-retired military buddies (sworn to secrecy), basically began to put the young girl through the ringer of military-style combat and survival training. She was and has been drilled in this for 8 solid years outside of her schooling, all in an attempt to teach her how to protect herself and stay safe...especially in case the government or other aliens ever came knocking. Combined with her currently super-soldier-level physical capabilities, this has caused Scarlet to become at least a very generally-capable individual when it comes to a fight. Albeit, Azil has put out a foot to ensure that Scarlet has the time to 'be a child' as well, and has recently moved to Central City for a time with Scarlet in order to take care of a special project that she has been working on at a job of her own at STAR Labs in the aftermath of the Particle Accelerator explosion.

With her junior year to finish and her senior year start in this new temporary home in Central City in the Midwest, and summer just over the horizon, the teenage Scarlet has had no idea what to make of things. Ultimately her desire is to return to home in Georgia for the summer, at least to visit during this time away, though she at the moment has no idea of what brewing storm of change she currently stands in the middle of...

Sophia Andersen

23

Metahuman/Cyborg

Female

A mature younger woman standing at the height of 5'7", weighing in at about 135 lbs and sporting a very shapely figure for someone her age. Her long and soft blonde hair tends to hang down, not usually being tied up or styled in some fashion as much as just simply 'kept brushed and washed well' according to her, while her more jade-like green eyes seem to naturally carry in them a sort of driving energy and ever-present glint of optimism. That being said, a long night can also result in those eyes of hers looking like that of a more normal sleep-deprived college student. She also does not keep her fingernails extra long, much less paint them, instead just keeping them neatly trimmed and generally well-cared for. Her choice in attire also ever seems to remain in the areas of casual and comfortable, not really going 'fancy' unless she is going swimming or to a properly more formal event.

• Appearance Pic From Above Link (Casual/Disguised/Non-Battle Appearance) - https://i.imgur.com/kzKpDEA.jpg
• Cyborg (True) Appearance Pic (Transforms Into In Battle and During Training/Superhero Work and such) - https://i.imgur.com/R4SJFkA.jpg

A college student who seems to be in a generally casual, relaxed, and upbeat/positive mood, though since her transformation seems a bit more sober and somber than she used to be like. At her heart she is ultimately a good person, someone who wants to make a difference and help in the world with what she can do...now more so than ever. Yet like many other human beings with 'good intentions' she can act out on an emotional impulse, or frankly end up making the wrong decision regardless of her intents and desires. She is willing to pick herself up, however, and learn from her mistakes...even if it hurts. Her hard-working nature as a former stressed-out college student, fostered by semesters of what she'd jokingly term 'education-based torture and suffering', has also instead come to be applied to the military and technical training she's received for the last almost six months after her 'change'. She has very much thrown herself into what came next after she 'woke up' again for the first time post-incident, and in some sense has been accepting of her new body and capabilities as 'totally badass and cool', though at the same time still in her free time mulls about online, drinks/makes coffee for herself and others, and plays games like she did back in college. Indeed some part of her is still a geek who enjoys her quiet time, goes about talking to others online or interacting through games, and generally getting excited and 'geeking out' when talking about her interests with others.

The daughter of the current CEO of Arkaic Industries, the third top-leading military contractor in the United States and a company controlled by Lundgrau Intelligence Services (whom the CEO, her father, is on the board of) whose focus has been on the likes of drones and anti-drone weaponry, a vast array of robotics applications, and the development of advanced prosthesis for on-and-off-the-field use. They are the head providers of such technology to the US military in general, and have connections spanning years since the company's ancient past as a subsidy of General Motors that broke off after World War 2 to eventually become a major defense contractor. The Andersen family has long controlled the company, generation after generation, and even now still the bloodline and Andersen relatives own 87% of the company's stock and compose the Board of Directors on it. Despite its age, however, the company has brought in strategically-hired 'new blood' to help fuel productivity as well as further their research & development over the long term.

Sophia was raised, however, in a middle-class home by her mother and with her older brother and younger sister. This came about when her father, after divorcing her mother over...'personal issues' and old shouting matches and such...basically agreed to let her take the kids (lessening his burden) in return for being able to visit them. It was a very sad, but ultimately far more amicable in the end than it could have been, divorce that resulted in double the birthdays, double the dads, and ultimately double the lecturing on occasion for Sophia and her siblings when they got into trouble. She showed some level of talent akin to her father intellectually, however, eventually resulting in her going to college to get a degree in Robotics.

In this she eventually came to work for STAR Labs as a volunteer of sorts, mainly to fill in some kind of grade for a particular class of hers revolving around mechanical engineering, as well as more recently interning on the weekends at her father's company. She also worked at a local coffee place as a barista, becoming highly skilled at coffee making from this at that, for some time during and even just before college.

A daughter to the CEO of one of the USA's largest defense contractors in modern day, based out of Central City, though despite the initially happy years of life her parents eventually divorced after a messy set of 'personal issues' between them arose. After this she and her siblings were raised in a middle-class fashion in the suburbs of Central City by her mother. From a young age she at first wished for her parents to get back together, remembering the happy times they once had, though as the years went by she became more accustomed to the situation she was in as the looming permanence of it settled in. Even her younger sister didn't remember a time when their parents were together, having been born after their separation while her mother was pregnant, and the added presence of her mother's new husband who worked as a local bank manager also seemed to reinforce the nature of her parents' divorce to boot. While in her youth she would never fully 'get over it', she was at least able to see her father for holidays and birthdays and general visits throughout the year. At the very least, Sophia was glad her parents were more relaxed and agreeable about allowing visits in the first place. It was not a reunited family...but it allowed her to have good times with her parents regardless.

When she went through her initial public schooling, however, Sophia proved to have the sort of keen mind and natural knack for learning that her father once exhibited in his own youth. It was a talent that her teachers noted early on, and which after skipping a grade in middle school her mother, stepfather, and even father all actually generally agreed upon to encourage her to foster with hard work to eventually take into college. It also became an outlet of hers, alongside more 'geeky' pursuits such as video games and being on the internet, that she could at least get into to an extent. However, mundane vacations to theme parks with her mother, fancy vacations to the beach with her father and siblings, and the ilk did fill up her summers and off times among other things. Closer to the end of high school, there were also some actual tensions that arose between her divorced parents for the first time in many years over what she would do beyond high school. her father wanted her to come work for him...whilst her mother wanted her to pursue a career in medicine. Despite the nature of this situation, however, one chemistry teacher she had near the end of high school nicknamed "Mr. Hackett" stood out to her in this time when she felt nervous and felt a lack of a sense of direction. He seemed to look past her heritage and parents, and even her 'gifted' talents, to treat her like she was a real person...like her opinion in this area mattered. It was through Mr. Hackett that Sophia found herself involved in a local hobby-level robotics league, a hobby she found to be rather enjoyable and that took her out of the home tensions.

With some encouragement from her teacher, friends, and new fellow robotics-enthusiast associates in the local league, Sophia finally stood her ground between her parents and told them she was going to get a Robotics degree at Central City University. No medicine. No push to work at her father's company outright. She would do what she wanted, not what they each wanted for her. It was her life, and after a little more arguing and then discussion on each end her resolve became enough to finally silence her parents and even gain their support. This period was marked by her going from a more 'go with the flow' student, doing just what her parents desired, to a talented woman who was finally standing on her own two feet and coming into her own. She also started a job working at a local coffee place her senior year, which continued on into college as she dove into her studies with all the scholarships and caffeine-laden drink she could muster to help her through it. Semesters wore her down some, as they did with so many of her peers, though eventually she landed in a service-learning-oriented class that pushed her to volunteer and even manage to get an internship at STAR Labs.

Her time spent at STAR Labs would ultimately be a struggle at first, however, due to her own father being the CEO of a company owned by LIS (Lundgrau Intelligence Services)...as well as being on the board...some felt she was just there to sabotage or steal ideas on behalf of a competitor to STAR Labs. Despite this, however, Sophia did her best to argue that she was at STAR Labs of her own volition and choice, and was not some extension of her father and his connections. She threw herself into her work there, coming in late nights after classes or work and studying in order to complete projects and prove herself to her coworkers there. In the process she would run into many a person who worked or interned there as well, though she was primarily involved with the engineering department. On the night of the particle accelerator explosion, she had been going around with a more experienced hand to observe the booting up of the particle accelerator and how to look for issues while it ran. Yet the resulting detonation of the particle accelerator sent her flying back in a great burst of mechanical debris and the ultimately world-impacting dark matter wave, and outright obliterated the man who had been there with her at that.

It was here Sophia was saved by something she, nor anyone else for that matter, knew could even occur. Mutation. Mutation deep within her genetics, warped by the raw and point-blank exposure to the dark matter in her case down to her core. Her body was shattered, her limbs mostly just gone or turned into pulp, and what little life pulsed in her was very swiftly fading into the cold clutches of death. Yet she did not die. Her body, her power, began to kick in from the moment it emerged in order to save her life. Her body itself began to assimilate and re-purpose the broken remains of particle accelerator within and immediately about her, merging flesh and machine, metal and bone, and even circuits and nerves and blood vessels alike. By a thread her life was saved, and when emergency crews finally made it to where she was they was more than surprised to find her alive. The space around her had been made very strangely bare, even, a whole destroyed little section of the particle accelerator gone out of thin air. More than that, Sophia's body lacked any visibly outright fatal wounds, save for...oozing a sort of blood and something else fluid?!

She was rushed to the hospital, where doctors were amazed to find her body was not properly or fully flesh anymore. Not entirely, at least. Cells and molecules of metal, flesh and machine, all had been merged and integrated to the point of seeming perfection from what little they could understand. It was here, however, that Sophia's father stepped into the hospital and his company stepped in when Sophia's treatment became impossible by normal means. Sophia's father would ensure his daughter, even in this strange circumstance, would not die here. Private doctors, the best engineers and materials in Arkaic Industries, nothing but the best would do to ensure one of his beloved children would stay alive and recover. Even Sophia's mother, breaking down in the hospital lobby with Sophia's stepfather, had begged her birth father upon his arrival to help her if he could. Anything to save her life.

And save her life her father and his people would do. Operations performed by a joint team to seal wounds artificially or naturally, highly experimental prosthesis and potentially dangerous pieces of technology 'installed' and assimilated by her body to theoretically support her new internals, an array of medicines and called-in professionals and diagnostics, and all such things that in the end allowed her to finally recover to a stable state after 36 hours of intensive and non-stop care. From here she seemed to return to consciousness within another 48 hours, an unprecedented and stunning feat even the best had not thought possible, and responded with her memories of the incident even being intact. A miracle among miracles, an impossibility made manifest in the modern world, yet more than this she was a being entirely unique in composition and nature. Rigorous tests were run on her after her waking, testing mental, physical, and her intellectual capabilities, even as even the military and LIS seemed to both perk up with interest when it came to Sophia and her unique nature's potential applications.

She would be eventually approached with the offer to 'be humanely studied for the sake of technological advancement', especially in regards to medical research on prostheses and augmentations for soldiers. Her body, her very existence even, was ultimately worth its weight and more in gold. She was a gold mine at that. In return, however, she would receive high pay and compensation, free room and board, numerous accommodations and resources at her disposal, and finally a combination of highly rigorous, top-military-grade combat training. Further, whatever education she desired would be at her fingertips. It was an offer beyond most people's wildest dreams...and which would help many indeed, providing groundbreaking and amazing data for multiple fields and those who were less fortunate. Despite her light frustrations at not escaping working with and for her father, however, Sophia in the end agreed to the arrangements. This acceptance came after some discussion with her mother and stepfather and siblings (all sword to secrecy by contract) after they visited her, a very blunt heart-to-heart with her birth father, and some self-reflection. She could still move freely as she desired at least, outside of scheduled testing and training periods, but only after she could be disguised with a normal type of appearance outwardly to avoid suspicion (but having to avoid metal detectors all the same).

It would be a hard working road from there, learning to make her 'outer skin' look as she used to as a disguise at first just to be able to get fresh air. Her mental processing abilities were also now far beyond, causing her learning abilities to help her move leaps and bounds ahead in her training and education in just six months' time. Even so, it has also been a definite adjustment period for Sophia. She had almost died, been transformed into something of a 'freak' by normal standards, and her life course had been utterly overturned for the most part in a heartbeat. Even with some freedom to go about now, however, she has begun to try to calculate what she wants to do next...anything to assert some control again over the course of her life, and do some more good with her own two hands!

Marcus Carter

26

Human

Male

Marcus maintains an athletic build and stands a few inches over 6 feet. He has light brown eyes, black hair, and keeps it cut short. He tries to remain clean-shaven, but he has his days where you can see a bit of stubble. On duty, Marcus wears his Keystone City Police Department uniform, while off duty, Marcus dresses as casual as possible when he can. He dresses for comfort if he’s just running an errand, but will up the ante for a date or a gathering that requires better attire than a t-shirt and sweats.

Adept in the use of conventional small arms use and tactics. He knows a few grapples and can box enough to outmatch an unskilled opponent easily. What aids Marcus is his athleticism. He keeps himself in shape with long-distance runs, weight lifting, and bodyweight exercises.

Replication and Teleportation. Marcus can instantly teleport to known and viewed locations with a light visible dust effect to go with it. Marcus also can create three additional clones of himself that share his ability to teleport, but cannot replicate themselves. The replicated versions of Marcus cannot accomplish any tasks or feats that Marcus cannot do. They are him. His will, his goals, memories, and capabilities. Marcus can recall the clones, causing them to warp away as if using teleportation.

Can only teleport to locations known or viewed by himself or his clones. Though his clones can teleport, they cannot create additional clones. If a clone were to die, it would vanish in the same manner that Marcus makes them appear. Marcus would also be unable to restore/replace that clone until 24 hours have elapsed since the death of that clone.

Marcus is a guy with a heavy heart at the moment. After losing one of his best friends in the line of duty, he grieved pretty hard. The pain of loss twisted into a want for vengeance. He tries to keep those feelings buried when he’s around coworkers, friends, and even Charlotte who might be the closest person to him. Especially Charlotte. Marcus is sure Charlotte, James’ twin sister was hit much harder by his passing and puts on a strong demeanor to support her. Meanwhile, he leaves his darker thoughts for himself. On the surface, Marcus is a loveable guy who would go above and beyond to help others in their struggles. He laughs along with everyone else and he loves life.

In actuality, Marcus is deeply troubled by James’ death, but it’s also what drives him. His determination could almost be described as an obsession. He wants vengeance on a street gang operating in Kansas City known as the Trappers and will go above and beyond to eliminate their presence within that city. Despite his deep hate for the gang, he isn’t some cold-blooded killer. He would gladly see them all behind bars, but the law works too slow for what he wants.

He admires the heroics of others and sometimes thinks of the day where he could do more with his powers, but for now, he is focused on those who murdered his friend.

Marcus was born and raised in Kansas City but moved to Keystone City approximately 6 months ago.

Marcus was born and raised as a single child living with only his mother in Kansas City, Missouri. Though his father wasn't in his life, his mother took care to raise him to be a better man than his predecessor. And though she was successful, she couldn't be perfect. Marcus kept his head in the books and participated in a few sports, but he also hung around questionable crowds. He never really involved himself in petty crimes growing up, but he was privy to them.

Growing up, Marcus had always loved his city despite most people gravitating to both Central City and Keystone City. Perhaps it was just a matter of pride, but he was familiar with everything there. The people, the culture, and some of the other little things that made it Kansas City.

During his junior year of high school, Marcus met James during a pickup football game in Keystone City. The two formed a rivalry that blossomed into a friendship. After some time James was able to convince Marcus to become a police officer, but only if they went with the Kansas City Police Department. After graduating from the police academy the two remained in contact for years. They would spend on the force before James was slain. A Kansas City street gang known as the Trappers ambushed James after he was called to the scene of an altercation involving members Trappers at a convenience store. Marcus arrived shortly after a call for back up, but all he found was his long time friend bleeding out from several gunshot wounds. No one came forward as a witness, but Marcus was sure this was all a setup. He kept that thought from James' twin sister, Charlotte, whom he comforted in her grief. During this time Marcus dealt with his demons on his own, briefly slipping into alcoholism while on administrative leave.

Marcus and Charlotte knew each other through James already, but they bonded much more in grief. The two currently and sometimes awkwardly walk the line between being romantic and platonic. The two were together getting a bit plastered when the particle accelerator went off. They shared a kiss that night, which made things a little awkward, causing the two to put a little distance between each other.

Marcus and Charlotte knew each other through James already, but they bonded much more in grief. The two currently and sometimes awkwardly walk the line between being romantic and platonic. The two were actually together getting a bit plastered when the particle accelerator went off. They shared a kiss that night, which made things a little awkward, causing the two to put a little distance between each other. Little did he know, that wouldn't be the most awkward thing to come out of that night.

After about two weeks during one of Marcus' lower moments with the bottle, he drank until himself to sleep in both grief and regret. Grief for James and regret for allowing himself for getting too drunk while with Charlotte. The next morning, he not only woke with a splitting headache, but... to himself. A copy of himself, but they appeared just as surprised, exactly as surprised. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, the copy of himself disappeared, not appearing until the following morning. His conversations with it were less like talking to an alternate version of himself and more like he was monologuing between two bodies. The copy lacked any deviation from himself, and did what he willed, even vanishing where it stood.

Marcus requested an extension on his leave to further figure out what was going on with himself which was granted as well as a transfer to Keystone Police Precinct performing desk duty for the time being, to get away from Kansas City. It was no longer the city he loved, the place just disgusted him now. Marcus used his time to figure out how this copy worked by
having it go out without him while he conducted research on current events related to the phenomenon he was experiencing. And though he hadn't found out about his particular situation, there were a few weird things happening within the local area, but a lot of it seemed like just random and minuscule abnormalities at the time.

As crazy as being able to summon a clone of yourself was, it kept him from spiraling to a low point for a while. Also, suddenly learning he could teleport across the living room really kept him occupied with his "research." Marcus returned from leave approximately a month after the particle acceleratir incident with a little bit of a better outlook on things, especially when he could split the time by having one of him stay home and do whatever he wanted. This went well for about a month, but idle time was the devil's playground and Marcus despite his demeanor was still grieving inside. Rather than focusing on what he could do now, he focused on what could have been done if he had his abilities. He could have identified James' killers, hell he could have saved him. Marcus' thoughts became dangerous as he felt he could properly avenge James by his own means. There were times where the him at home would drink himself into a stupor or until he passed out on the sofa. His feeling of hopelessness slowly died as he hungered to take action, and not as an officer of the law.

In the next 4 months, Marcus had focused much of his time between three things. Knowing the activities of the Kansas City Trappers, his abilities, and work. Oh and sometimes Charlotte called to hangout every now and then. He thought of telling her, but he didn't want to worry her about his plans to hit the Trappers. He was nearly complete with constructing the outfit he planned to venture out into the Kansas City streets with. He felt he was as ready as he needed to be. Four guns with capable men that could fire them and lets not even mention the ability to teleport. It was time to make a change. New year, new me, right?

Jocelyn Victoria Beatrix Harmon

25

Human

Female

Joss is five foot even. Her gray-green eyes are long lashed almond shaped and look large in her classically beautiful face. She is athletically built but curvy. Her platinum blonde hair hangs in a straight fall to her waist, unless it is put up in a bun at the back of her head while she is working. She doesn’t often wear make up preferring not to bother with it unless it is for special occasions. Her normal everyday attire is what one would consider very nerdy chic.

If you walked into Joss ’ flat you’d see a very cozy version of a library. She has books that range from medical textbooks to the classic literary figures. Her furnishings are very comfortable and give off the vibe of a collage of eras mostly chosen for comfort and a fashionable rug somehow ties the whole room together perfectly. It echoes the colors in the furnishings and brings a sense of completeness to an otherwise hodge-podge of oddities. There is a den that has a desktop computer and a file cabinet that is locked next to it. The locked file cabinet contains her college papers and some notes from observation in theories that she has not had the courage to publish. She owns a Tai Chi sword that is her pride and joy and is kept in her room.

Joss has studied extensively at Harvard to be a Geneticist. She was Summa Cum Laude in both high shool and college. She has a vast knowledge of Tai Chi having started learning the martial art when she was very young.

Tonic’s abilities are a healing touch and a healing factor. Specifically she can isolate the body's own healing factor in someone and speed it up.

The healing does not mitigate pain from the injuries but as long as the subject is still alive; heart beating even faintly, she can heal them. Her healing factor can heal non-vital injuries within minutes but takes longer on mortal wounds. She is practically immune to poisons, diseases, and aging; which is reduced to a fraction of what it should be. Unfortunately it is also practically impossible for her to get drunk or high; she tried that route to deal with her nightmares. This also applies to fatigue poisons which gives her increased stamina and endurance. Which in turn allows her to run for longer periods of time, not faster just longer.

Joss is a little town country girl from Pilot Grove, MO. Her family owned a farm and she joked that she was probably related to half the town. It was a sleepy little town that really only had a corner store, a church and a pool. She was the oldest of four with two brothers behind her, two years and four years younger, and a sister seven years younger than her. She was fascinated with biology and learning everything she could. Her parents doted on her and encouraged her to excel in her studies so that she could escape the small town she grew up in.

Joss was always the smartest one in class. She paid attention and learned quickly. She was exposed to the “big city” when her parents sent her to her aunt and uncle for high school. Their idea of a better education than she was getting in a small town since they saw her thirst for knowledge quickly outpaced the limits of her surroundings. She graduated Summa Cum Laude in her highschool at the age of sixteen and was offered a scholarship to Harvard, among others, which she had her heart set on from an early age. She studied to be a Geneticist and graduated Summa Cum Laude at the age of twenty-three. She was quickly offered a position in Lexcorp with an outrageous salary. I mean who turns that down especially if your parents are struggling. So Joss took the job and has been working for Lexcorp for the past two years. The last six months since the “incident” she has started to question things in her life. Mainly due to the fact that a week after the “incident” as she was walking to her flat from work she saw a woman get mugged. The mugger pushed the woman down and had broken her wrist. Joss went over to help the woman and as she touched the woman the broken wrist healed. The woman brushed it off thinking she was mistaken that she hadn’t really broken her wrist, but Joss was shaken. A few weeks later she was working on a project and dropped a piece of glass and went to pick it up, cutting her finger as she did so. She removed the glass and watched as she healed from the cut within seconds. Quickly she cleaned up the glass and went home early. The only time she had in the past two years. It didn’t end there. Oh no. Joss apparently was in the wrong place at the right time again. This time it was one of the rare occasions that she was out. She was at a bar with some friends in Central City and her friend, Constance, decided that it would be a good idea to drive after drinking. Joss had drunk more than Connie but wasn’t feeling it. Connie pointed this out and told Joss that she was driving. Joss let her. Well Connie got them into an accident. Joss woke up with blood all over her and a metallic taste in her mouth. Connie was passed out and bleeding out. Joss pulled her from the car and in pulling her from the car started healing her. Connie woke up screaming due to the pain of the healing. When the cops and EMTs got there Connie was fine. The tree that they had hit however was not. It was said that it was a miracle that neither of them had been killed. Joss knew better. Joss knew she had changed. She just didn’t know how, why or how far this change went.

Tomás Rosa Quijano

22

Human

Male

Despite a somewhat athletic lifestyle, Thomas is not exactly what one might consider an impressive specimen. He's a bit short, standing at only 5'6", and he's thin and wiry, not really showing much in the way of muscle definition. A head of black hair sits above plain brown eyes that watch every detail of the world around him, framing a face that could serve just as well in front of the camera as behind. His outdoorsy lifestyle has left him with a decent, almost picturesque tan that just exists, where he makes no effort to enhance or improve upon it; it's just something that happens when you do what he does after all.
He is a professional, so he dresses well in his day-to-day life. Since he's not usually the person whose photo is being taken, he tries to make the best impression he can when he walks in the door.

Thomas is a methodical man, the sort that plans everything out ahead of time and then executes in a swift, unyielding blow. He is undeniably a businessman at heart, even if he isn't some rich, big-name corporate overlord. He enjoys connecting with people, and he's very much a self-motivated person, driven by pride more than anything else.
A lot of who Thomas is comes from his desire to make a name for himself, so one could easily describe him as selfish even if his actions benefit others. He loves the outdoors as he spent most of his formative years learning to love it. But he found passion, and yes, it is a proper passion, working behind the camera (ironic for someone who really wants the spotlight). He's willing to do a lot for the perfect shot, including doing things that aren't necessarily legal. And it's not like he's hurting anyone by sneaking around where he ought not to be, so it's not really "wrong".

Thomas is native to the Keystone City area, having grown up in the historical sector on his father's ranch. While the Rosa name is somewhat new to the area (Thomas's grandfather having purchased it about 40 years ago), the land they're on isn't, nor is the ranch itself.

The third son of Tomás Rosa Calderón and Alejandra Quijano Guardia, Tomás Rosa Quijano grew up on the ranch his grandfather had purchased on moving to America from Mexico, going to an American school and coming home every day to help with the horses, he had a relatively comfortable if not laborious childhood. Not rich (well aside from being land-rich), but never poor.
Of the three children, Tomás was the one most influenced by the world outside the ranch. Sure, horses are amazing and you can't help but love horses, that's a simple fact of human nature, but simple logistics meant that, for one thing, he was very unlikely to be the child inheriting the ranch once dad retired, and another thing, as a hotblooded 16-year-old he came to the very clear and obvious conclusion that he needed to make his own name, and leave his own personal mark in the world.
This might have been influenced by the fact that his father named him Tomás. That certainly left some impetus for him to get out there and be himself rather than just his father's son. So he settled down and started to focus on his future. A future that would not have hay or horses in it.
It was hard to get going, to spread his wings and go do something new, something he hadn't even considered before, but he found himself in the world of photography. It sang to him, as much as a picture can sing. Then again, a picture is worth a thousand words.
He got that start while still in school, and he started his portfolio while still a minor. By the time he graduated, he was ready. He had enough equipment to start, he had some money saved up, and he made his start in the world.
The name Thomas Rose made its entrance to the professional scene in the form of Rose Photography LLC, solely owned and operated by a young man who called himself Thomas Q. Rose. And Thomas did exactly what you do when you put "Photography" in the name of your single-person company. He took pictures. He sold pictures. He sold his time as a photographer. He put money back in for better equipment, better training, and honed his understanding for years.
Things were good.
And then someone blew up a particle accelerator.
That changed things a fair bit.
Sure, Thomas wasn't immediately affected. But he kept an ear to the ground. The world was changing all of a sudden. Everyone seemed to understand at least that simple fact. Rumors about people with special powers were circling the twin cities like a cloud of buzzards. Rumors turned to stories; stories that one couldn't really ignore. Especially if you were the sort of person who could make a lot if you were the first to catch proof of one of those "metahumans" in action. Too bad the most obvious thing related to the whole mess was apparently a Blur that raced around the city at ludicrous speeds.
Five months passed before his own powers started to manifest. It was more subtle than some of the stuff that he heard whispers about, it was the sort of thing that some people might have ignored. It was a gradual shift in perception, something easy to miss. But he lived and worked in a visual medium, so an eye for detail was sort of part and parcel. And oh, how he had an eye for detail afterwards. And a nose, and ears, and everything else to go with it. He had been blessed with something special, a gift, and having been driven this far in life by doing what he felt passionate about, and by the desire to leave a mark on the world, he resolved to make use of this gift.
He dove into research in his free time, when he wasn't out doing his job or dealing with paperwork or handling his network of contacts in the industry. Spinning an extra plate seemed so much easier now, even though he couldn't put a finger on exactly how it was easier. A bit of paperwork and adjusting the setup at his office, and he was almost ready.
Thomas Rose Investigations LLC made a nice addition to his very odd corporate existence. On the Keystone City side of the Missouri River, at least, that was all it really took to set things up. Register as a charitable organization, set it up as a non-profit, and it qualified for exemption from needing a PI license. The Central City side of doing business is taking a fair bit longer, but he'd like to expand there just to be sure he can really help whatever clients come his way.
But business is opening today, and Thomas Q. Rose is about to walk into a world of heroes and villains the likes of which he could only have imagined six months ago.

Matthew Jeremy Webber (When his ancestors immigrated to the US, they stated the profession "Vever" or weaver in Norse, rather than a last name. It was written down as Webber)

24

Half-Atlantean

Male

Brown hair with bits of blonde, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Stands about 5'10" tall, and has an athletic build. His hair and beard are somewhat long as shown, but change depending on the current role

An extremely waterproof phone (not immediately, but pretty soon after start) and a fairly high-end laptop

"Pretend" fighting (ie the fighting that you see in movies), physical training, a little real martial arts but nothing fancy

Superhuman Strength
Superhuman Durability
Regenerative Healing Factor
Superhuman Speed and Reflexes
Enhanced Senses
Amphibious Adapatation (Breathes air or water)
Extreme Environmental Resistance (Not gonna swim through lava right now, but survives a wide range of temperatures and environments)
Water Propulsion (Swims more like he's a torpedo than he's swimming when he wants to go full speed)

Quick Dehydration (Needs water more often than regular people, might die via a lack of water for just a full twenty four hours)
Only reaches full power submerged in water (though he might reach kryptonian capability while underwater, out of it, he's not gonna match up unless he literally just jumped out of water)
Doesn't know his abilities or their extents at all
Starting ability can reach super soldier levels while submerged in water

Extrovert that needs a break from people every now and then. Intelligent but somewhat carefree (might plan ahead in a battle, but show little regard for repercussions of the the battle such as damaged environment until the battle's over). Not particularly materialistic (particularly notable by his only two real possessions beyond clothing being a phone and laptop). Altruistic, though a little picky about it; though he'll work to better the lives of every creature, those weird creatures from really deep in the ocean can wait their turn (last). Inferiority complex. A little cold towards people who intentionally hurt others (might outright kill people who've tortured or killed others, but only if he feels it's necessary, as obviously no one actually wants or likes to kill).

Born in Hawaii to a human and an Atlantean. The Atlantean father never really explained his background, he just disappeared one day. After this, his mother had to raise him with help from her own family.

With his upbringing being so communal from his family, he saw all those around him as potential family. With this, and a fair interest in physical fitness, he worked alongside friends to get and keep physical fitness up in his friend group. Upon reaching adulthood, he moved to California to attempt acting, but found himself failing to make ends meet. So instead of acting, he started to take up personal training as well as stuntman work. Though he doesn't have a lot of money to his name, he's getting by, and using his excess to help out where he can. He's now been in one major movie as a stuntman, and helped just a couple actors stay, or get, in shape for their roles. His current stuntman role has him living and working in Central City, where he's been for a little over half a year now. At this point, he's pretty sure they're not filming a single movie, but a collection or a television show, but whatever it is, they haven't let him in on the details beyond his parts yet. He hangs out with friends at a random bar about once a week. Ever since the particle accelerator explosion, he's felt more thirsty than before, as well as felt like his workout routine has been getting easier much faster than it should, but he figures the feeling will pass soon and everything will go back to normal.

Samantha Valerie Haynes

26

Human (possessed)

Female

HT: 5’5” Eye: Dark Hazel (nearsighted)
WT: Light Skin: White
Hair: Brown Markings: None
Built: Slender

Samantha's appear reflects her blue collar living style. She cut her dirty blond hair short, letting it hand just a few inches below her jawline. It surprised her how well it framed her face and enhanced her plain looks. She wears clear frame glasses for her nearsightedness because contacts intimidate her. While she'll never be a beauty queen, Samantha still manages a little eyeshadow and lip gloss.

Her favorite outfits aim for comfort over attractiveness or sex allure. Loose enough for even movement, but tighten to avoid snagging or pull. Jeans are her ideal pants. She'll put on the occasional sweats when she wants something different. Finish it off with some tennis shoes, and she's ready for her nightly work as an exhibit designer.

In Demonic form:
HT: 5’10” Eye: Pale Yellow, Feline
WT: Very Light Skin: Red
Hair: Black Markings: None
Built: Curvy

After unwillingly donating blood to a ritual, Samantha’s appearance can alter into a demonic form of herself. Her hair grows out past her shoulder blades and turns completely black, absorbing all light shining upon it. She has larger than normal canine teeth adding to her intimating appearance. The skin darkens and turns red with black strips along the upper arms. A prehensile tail with a spade tip extends from her tail bone. Horns curve around her slightly pointed ears as all color drains from her eyes, leaving them a very pale yellow. Her feet taper off into hooves on her toes making using shoes difficult.

This is likely not everything, but I don't want to list literally all the mundane things she's got. It wouldn't be helpful.

Purse filled with essentials.

• Credit Card
• License
• Car Keys
• Cell Phone
• Pepper Spray
• Photos, wallet size, of her parents and siblings
• Spare glasses
• Spare change and cash (about 20 bucks)
• Feminine essentials: Make-up, hygiene, etc.

Vehicle: preowned ford truck with different colored doors.

• Cans of paint
• Paint brushes
• Ladder
• Rope
• Dummies or props she needs to haul around
• Spare tire x2

Home: a rental apartment.

• Preowned basic living set: Sofa, chairs, coffee table, bed, etc.
• Older Laptop and router
• Trunk with good dishes, jewelry (about 1-2 heirlooms), DVD collection and photo album.
• A small counter herb garden
• Cat named Rufus. Black stray turned pampered house pet.

Basic Combative Skills (TBA)
Farther along in the IC, Samantha will learn the basics in combat and how to defend herself. It will be sped up depending on the story’s needs for tension and allies that stick around to help her. For now, she’s got the best fighting skills you can have on instinct and no education.

Demonic Taint:
Samantha can shift between human and demon forms at will. Her demonic form goes by the name of Hexfire, but she has no idea why or where it came from. Each of her forms have their strengths and weaknesses, but it's obvious which this one is better at combat. For those who have experienced the aura of demons before, she reads as demonic or unnatural no matter the form.

Fire Proof:
In her demonic form. Samantha is completely fire proof. She can easily walk through fire and come out the same way she went in. Only a small smell of brimstone on her skin. This includes natural and magical fire. When fire comes into contact with her skin or anything on it, the fire will extinguish with a loud hiss.

Fire Manipulation/Magic:
Hexfire can manipulate or control fire she makes. This includes, but not limited to:

• Creating Simple shapes
• Shoot Fireballs/streaks
• Create Heat for Warmth
• Creating Walls
• Using it to Attack or Protect herself
• Illuminate the Darkness
• Creating a Fire Source
• Make it Grow in Strength or Weaken, Extinguishing it

Claws:
When on the offense and in close range, Hexfire can fuse long black nails into her fingers. They are extremely sharp and able to cut through anything a sword could. If they break, it will take a short period to grow back.

Supernatural Agility, Flexibility, and Reaction Speed:
Hexfire has above human speed, agility, and reaction speed, allowing her to avoid attacks. More specifically those in close range combat. Over all, she's designed to avoid damage, stay back, and cause large amounts of damage.

Demonic Taint:
Through she can shift between forms, there’s some side effects. The most notable one is that she has trouble controlling her shifts. During extreme emotional or mental stress, Samantha can lose control of her form. This can cause random shifts from human to demon or vice versa at the worst moments.

While in this form, certain items can hurt. Examples of this is any item with a strong belief. This belief has to stem from the user and be directed at her. These objects can leave burns behind that will follow her into human. Depending on the severity, if they are let untreated (while in human form) then she could die.

Fire-Proof:
This ability is only limited to herself and what she's wearing. She can't bestow it on others and even trying to shield them completely from the effects is difficult.

Fire Manipulation/Magic:
Her manipulation is limited to flame and fire she creates. Any outside fire isn't within her ability to influence, including magical. She has to be conscious to keep the fire/flames going. Once knocked out or unable to focus, they will extinguish instantly.

If she's unaware, her fires can be extinguished by normal means. Suffocating it, let it burn out, or water to list a few methods.

Claws:
She is unable to cut through anything tough as metal, stone, or anything a sword couldn't.

Human Weakness:
While in her human form, Samantha is at her most vulnerable. She is considered human with those weaknesses. This includes squishy, unable to cast fire magic, and more. Any enemies attacking her in this form can gain a dangerous advantage.

Glass Cannon:
The bad part about her skillet, she is a glass cannon. Taking heavy damage will affect her performance and can put her down quickly. Her durability has its limits and closer to human than demons. One good area effect attack or powerful hit can cripple her, even kill her if it’s strong enough.

Positive Traits

Creative/Nerdy: Samantha enjoys letting out her creativity. During one of her projects, she uses research over real history to inspire and guide her themes. There's something satisfying about understanding then sparking visitors to explore them. Her favorite ones tend to edge on what most consider to be nerdy interests. The occult, fantasy, and myths to list a few.

Proud in her Work: She takes pride in her work and the results she gives. Rarely will she turn something in that's only half done or has a very wobbly base. When she works on a project, her whole heart goes into producing a story within the exhibit. While not everyone is impress, she smiles whenever she hears praise on one.

Kind: She deeply cares and is loyal to her friends and family. Willing to put her life on hold just to help them. This has caused some issues time to time with her boss or family. Often resulting in her exclusion from important or planned events.

Samantha honestly believes in doing onto others as she wants to be done to her. This is why she rarely lets her temper get the better of her or treat someone like dirt. Granted, this isn't expected from others.

Negative Traits

Stress Ball: Stress happens to be a part of Samantha's job in the form of deadlines and expectations. Her boss enjoys shifting the due dates around at last minute. This continual cycle has caused her to develop unhealthy habits like skipping meals, sleep, and even time to herself. These small habits often betray the fact her stress levels have reached a terrible point.

Trusting to a Flaw: Samantha knows deep down not everyone can be trusted, but she likes to think her friends and family can. She's correct with her instincts on her brothers and parents. Not always right when it comes to her friends. Some take advantage of this in obvious ways, and she turns a blind to their lies. Making excuses or explaining the painful truth away in her. It's only when someone she cares for points the obvious out that she will be forced to confront it.

Difficulty in Saying No: To her family and friends, Samantha has trouble saying no. She fears they would think badly of her or that she was letting them down. So often she will simply say yes then cause conflict. Her brothers some times take advantage of this, but not to a dangerous degree. However, not everyone is considerate enough.

Eerie Indiana, farm and rural area.

Parents: Keith and Martha Haynes
Siblings: John (30) and Aaron (28)

Samantha

Samantha grew up in Erie, Indiana, a small rural town. Despite the small businesses and large farmlands, the community was tightly knitted. Parents looked after each other's kids even when there wasn't a request. No matter where she went, someone always knew where she was. And nothing escaped the town gossipers. Interesting enough, fate saw it fitting to give her rough start in life.

Her mother had given birth too early, and Samantha had developed a rip in her heart. With some luck and a good doctor, no serious issues developed later in life. It did influence her parents choice to never have biological kids again. The risk of a worse condition had been too great since the heart condition was genetic. It wasn't a tragedy as it made room for her older brothers, John and Aaron.

They started off fostering John, an African American kid taken from an abusive family. Trust was hard to develop, especially between her father and him. However, with time and patience the family's efforts melted his cold walls. Even when the town frowned at the variety in their growing family.

Next came Aaron, his parents died in a car wreck and no relatives wanted him. With John and Samantha's help, they formed a fast bond despite the age gap. It's not to say they didn't have their quarrels or sibling moments, but even now they keep tabs on each other.

Samantha remembers her teenage years as being a roller coaster with its up and downs. Looking back on it, she regretted being such a brat to her parents. It was hard to be reasonable back then. First change came around when she turned thirteen. Her father had been seeking out better job and found one in Keystone City. Being a young teenager girl, Samantha didn't like uprooting her whole life for a trivial job. At first, she resisted its charms. Often bickering or fighting her parents' decision. She even lashed out at her brothers when they failed to agree with her behavior. It wasn't until John took her to her first proper museum, did her view point change.

So many exhibits, so little time. She knew the place she wanted to work at now. Most people didn't think being an exhibit was fun or glamorous, but she disagreed. Things started to look better in Keystone.

After high school, her application to Walkerman College gained approval. It had been her fifth choice for a college after the various denials to the more advance ones. Reasons and challenges came in every favor. Her low income, low loan approval, and even her only slightly above average grades. A scholarship even rejected her, so Samantha counted herself lucky to get in something at all. She would make the best of this start.

The years flew by. Her parents had ended up divorcing shortly after she left home. Surprisingly, all the children respected their decision to separate though they hated it. Aaron went into joining the local police department and become an official officer. John fell in love with a woman at college, started up a company, and currently she's Aunt to two loving nieces. Samantha found herself a bit jealous since she rarely found the time or motivation to date.

It wasn't long before the museum hired her on. It turned out she knew a tour guide there by the name of Matt Carver, a boy from her old school. Samantha learned he recently moved here before he suggested dinner. She had yet to give him an answer.

The newest exhibit had taken up much of her time. The release date was a few days from now and the pressure was on. That included altering the pamphlets, printing them out, and delivering them. She had to admit, learning about the theme of occult and demons had enough to keep her busy for hours. It gave her an idea on how to display their newest runic stone for the public.

Hexfire (demonic essence's history)

Unknown to Samantha, the demonic essence is more of a symbiotic parasite. While living within a human, animal, or even another demon, it alters the genetic make-up to suit it. Samantha isn't the first, or will she be, the last host it will have. Each host's life leave impresses on it which can carry over to the next host. These memories take the form of nightmares and are slow to wake up. Some beneficial. Others just useless memories.

All past hosts have had their own struggles. Whether these conflicts will affect her in the future remains to be seen.

Frederick Arthur ’Arty’ Davidson III

28

Meta-human

Male

A bit over 6’, and pushing 185 lbs, Arty is built a bit like a refrigerator; broad shoulders, wide hips and thick pillars of muscle for arms and legs. He works out on a regular basis to keep himself fit enough to keep up with lifestyle; all-in-all he’s a bit of a slab of muscles. He’s got quite a few tattoos, some with meaning, some just because. Despite his size and bulk he’s remarkably flexible, something he’s taken great care in achieving to facilitate his rock climbing. When not either racing or wrenching, he’s a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy, looking very much like the gear head he is.

Single bay owner/operator garage
’98 Yamaha XJR1300
’79 GMC K15

Muay Thai combatant - Having been in training since he was fifteen, he’s now a black belt and could be a certified instructor, if he ever gets around to it.
Mechanic - Turning wrenches since he was little, at his sister’s insistence he’s gotten himself ASE certified.
Free Runner
Auto/Motorcycle racer

In the most basic terms, he’s a kinetic ‘battery’. He can absorb the force of a physical impact and either redirect in back out as a strike of his own (Punch, kick etc), or assuming it’s not too hard a blow and he doesn’t throw a strike, he will absorb the energy. Doing so can boost things like his strength, speed or reaction, or increase his ability to heal. As it stands, his ability to absorb energy is an automatic response and not something he has control over.

The biggest drawback is that his powers have no effect on any other form of energy (Thermal, electrical, chemical etc); if he gets hit by anything along those lines, he’s no more durable than any other human.

Running a close second, is that there is a definite limit to how much energy he can ‘store’ at a given point without releasing it. This ‘overload’ causes him to expel all the energy in a omnidirectional blast that is directly proportional to how much energy he stored. While the blast is non-fatal, it will render him unconscious for a time, and depending on how large it is, it may cause other injuries.

An easy going guy, Arty does his best to not let too much bother him and to keep a positive outlook. Coming from a lower middle class background, he learned to make do with what he had and that despite that, he still had it pretty good. Though not raised in a religious household, the prayer ‘God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, and Wisdom to know the difference’ always resonated with him, and is something he tries to live by.

All in all, Arty is someone who in quick to laugh, but slow to anger; though one surefire way to stoke his anger is to harm those around him. His father always told him to guard those around him, and to stand by his convictions; which was why it hurt him so much when he stood by his sister, and his own convictions and heard his own parents condemn both of them. His parents have tried to mend fences between them, but until they apologize to Gwen, he’s not interested.

Braeson Falls [Population 40 000]
A largish town outside of Kansas City, it is on the verge of being swallowed up by the expanding metropolis.

For the most part, before the STAR Labs accident, Arty’s life was uneventful, barring a major falling out between him and his parents. Growing up in the town of Braeson Falls, he learned to turn a wrench and race anything with a motor basically from the moment he could walk; his dad was mechanic by trade and drove/wrenched for a local amateur race team, and by the time he was 14, Arty was a driver as well.

In middle school he started to really fill out, but to the disappointment of some, he showed no interest in football, instead taking up Muay Thai and getting into free climbing and parkour. Despite his size he was quite fast and agile, something that would, and still does, catch opponents off guard in the ring. As with any hobbies like racing or free climbing/parkour, he had more than a few crashes or spills but they just fueled his need for adrenalin despite any resulting injuries; he spent 2 months in hospital when he was 17 after a nasty crash during a figure 8 race.

The falling out between him and his parents happened when he was 20; his older sister, Gwen, had been going to Columbia University for Business/Corporate law and had been in her final year. She’d come home during a break…and brought her new girlfriend with her. Their parents threw a fit and threw Gwen out of their house, and Arty followed his sister. He’d always known his folks were kind of conservative, but he’d thought they were better than that; neither he or Gwen have spoken to them since then.

Five years later, after working for various shops, he took a swing at opening his own modest little ‘single bay’ auto shop with a generous loan from his, now practicing corporate lawyer, sister. While technically it does have two bays, the other is full of his truck, bike and ‘home gym’. Though probably not legal, to keep his expenses down, he sleeps in the loft above the shop’s office. His shop “Columbus Park Automotive” quickly grew a reputation for good work at a fair price in the local low income area. From there his life was a string of wrenching on cars/trucks/bikes etc, Muay Thai training and parkour to keep fit, and occasionally driving for amateur race teams.

When the STAR Labs accident happened, like most people, it was merely a note in the news for a few days before other stuff pushed it from his mind. As the weeks went on however, he began to notice something was off; a dropped hammer on his foot didn’t hurt…or bounce when it hit him, when sparring every time he got hit it seemed to energize him surprising his opponent, and himself, when a much stronger knee strike than he’d intended (he still felt like an ass for that). Though he still hadn’t made the connection to STAR Labs, it was about 5 months after the explosion that he came to realize he had ‘powers’.

Heading home on foot after a few beers at a local bar, he ended up rounding a corner and interrupting a mugging. Two local thugs were beating on a third man as he came around; the thugs caught Arty off guard and threw a punch at his head before he realized exactly what was going on. His training let him ‘tank’ that hit, but when the same thug threw his second punch, both he and Arty were surprised when it connected and stopped cold with no effect. Arty felt the same ‘surge’ as when he got hit in sparring, this time though, he replied with an elbow strike intending to do damage. The guy he hit was out cold before he hit the ground 6 feet from where he’d been standing. Running in instinct Arty went on the offensive and the other thug was down in seconds.

After helping the victim, he went home and spent the night thinking about what had happened. What seemed like a foolish childhood idea when it first came to mind, grew stronger the more he thought about it and two days later he acted on it. Dressed in nondescript clothes from a second hand store, he went out the shop’s emergency exit with a bandanna over his face and into his neighborhood. The place had always had a pretty bad street crime problem, and now it seemed to be getting worse. In a week he stopped three more muggings, two hold-ups, a carjacking and a probable rape; though he doesn’t even like admitting it to himself, he’s having fun.

Brooklyn Taylor-Evans

16

Human

Female

Brooklyn stands at a mere 5’4” in height and has a lithe build. She has brown hair that goes down to her shoulders, though it is usually tied up in a ponytail. She has emerald green eyes which are usually framed by a pair of circular-shaped glasses on her freckled face. She usually wears clothes for comfort rather than style, so she will often be seen in sweaters and skirts with the occasional scarf when it gets cold.

In her hero form, she stands at a tall 5’10” with a more muscular build than when she’s a civilian. Her hair and eye color remain the same, as well as her freckles, though she doesn’t need her glasses. Her costume consists of a red body glove and leggings, both with golden accents, a white cape, and a white skirt. At the center of her torso is a lightning bolt emblem.

• Superhuman Strength: Strength that is on par to a Kryptonian
• Superhuman Stamina: Stamina that is on par to a Kryptonian
• Physical Enhancement: Becoming Shazam changes Brooklyn’s physical form
• Invulnerability: Virtually invulnerable, physical resistance is about on par to a Kryptonian

*Please note this only applies in hero form and the list is subject to change as the character develops.

• Limited Clairvoyance: While not truly clairvoyant to any and all events around her, she does possess an uncanny awareness which tells her when shit is about to hit the fan
• Omni-Lingual: Limited. For now, she has suddenly gained full fluency in Spanish
• Limited Magical Resistance: She can mostly shrug off small spells thrown against her but anything else will have her on the ropes
• Sorcery: Although she practically only knows the inherent lightning spell, Shazam is highly magic capable and has the potential to learn and use advanced spells
• Innate healing: At the moment, she only heals from wounds slightly faster than the average person

*Please note this only applies in hero form and the list is subject to change as the character develops.

Brooklyn is a fairly shy girl and mostly keeps to herself and close friends. She doesn’t like to be the center of attention and most of the time will fade into the background when left to her own devices. Usually, the only time she becomes the center of attention is when there’s a bully. If there is one thing that someone would about her, it’s that she hates bullies and oftentimes will get in their way, even if it means becoming the focus of their ire.

To those that get to know her, they’ll discover that Brooklyn is actually a complete nerd and quite passionate in her interests. Whether it be at home, at school, or on the streets, Brooklyn always brings her Nintendo Switch to play games. When she’s not playing video games she often likes to read, she even has a small bookcase in her room, though she has mostly moved on to e-books and the occasional fanfiction. Brooklyn is also incredibly optimistic and will try to see the best in people, even if a person seems like complete scum to others. She has even tried to get to know past bullies she has encountered, extending an olive branch of goodwill to them to see if she can reform them for the better. She has had mostly mixed results in this endeavor. In terms of school, Brooklyn is a fairly bright student but she’s nothing special. She studies when she needs to and makes fairly good grades, though she is a long shot from being the Valedictorian.

Brooklyn was born and raised in the Morgan suburbs, just on the northern outskirts of Central City. She has had a modest upbringing that placed her family firmly in the middle class. She has one older brother who is currently attending Central City University. Despite the picturesque American nuclear family, however, Brooklyn is often either alone at home or just in the company of her brother since their father is a part of the police force while their mother is an on-call nurse at the city hospital.

On November 8th, 2003, Brooklyn Taylor-Evans was born. She would be the first daughter and second child to Elizabeth and Kyle Taylor-Evans and little sister to the then four-year-old Shawn Taylor-Evans. Growing up, Brooklyn’s childhood was fairly normal; she got along with her brother, for the most part, made a few friends at school, played with some of the other kids on the same street, etc. Due to her parents’ intense working hours though, especially as crime rates started to rise which kept both her father and mother busy, Brooklyn and Shawn had their fair share of nannies until they were old enough to mostly take care of each other.

A major shift came in her life when her middle school years were closing and she was on the way towards her high school years. This shift came in the form of an entirely different school, a private school in fact. Apparently, she had been doing well enough during her middle school years such that the prestigious Isaiah Morgan Academy offered her enrollment with scholarship. To Brooklyn’s parents, the offer was a no-brainer, they wanted the best education for their children. As such, Brooklyn was set to enroll in the academy the following school year. When the girl’s friends found out, most of them were sad that she wouldn’t be joining them in the local public high school, though some knew of the academy’s reputation with rich snobs and gave her the cold shoulder.

Come freshman year, Brooklyn was sporting her new mandatory uniform to the Isaiah Morgan Academy as she stepped out of her father’s 2010 Honda Civic, which was severely juxtaposed by the various high-end luxury cars. Unfortunately for her, first impressions had just been made just and she was a captive audience to the snide comments that were made about her as they spread like wildfire throughout the academy. Despite it all, she tried to interact with others anyway, hoping to make some friends in the hostile environment. While she was able to find a couple of other scholarship students and befriend them, the majority of other students she spoke to simply scoffed and/or gave her the cold shoulder. It didn’t take long for Brooklyn to see that the social cliques had already been formed and locked down.

With a small number of friends, no clique membership, and a relatively low social score, Brooklyn was practically already in the sights of bullies. Although she was a fairly shy girl, Brooklyn was definitely not a coward. No matter the bully, no matter the place, Brooklyn always stood her ground against the bullies, often back sassing them and getting physical on only the rarest occasion. She does make an attempt to never get physical, however, usually just taking the hits and not hitting back, especially since the one time she did hit back it was her that got the mark on her record. Despite her own bullying troubles, however, Brooklyn was not a bystander when it came to seeing others bullied. She often interjected when someone else was getting picked on, even if it meant taking the heat instead.

After a year or so, now in her sophomore year of high school, a fair amount of the bullies backed off since she fought back, though a persistent few seemed to like it when their victims had some bite. Despite it all, however, Brooklyn still managed to keep her grades fairly good and even managed to make a couple of new friends. Everything else was mostly the same though, the only difference being that she now rode the bus to school and back, which gave her plenty of time to destress with her Nintendo Switch which was gifted to her by her parents when she first started at the academy.

Caleb Rodrick

28

Human

Male

Making his way to the ring, standing at 6 foot 6, 285 pounds, he is; The Judge!
Caleb is a rather large man, with large muscles, built like a truck but always seems to have his bright white teeth showing when he smiles. He has a couple tattoos on him like a semi-colon on his wrist, and a a tribal tattoo on his right shoulder. On his left arm is a sword looking like it's shining bright. Often times wearing suits, unless he is doing his job as a wrestler where he wears long black and silver tights that say 'The Judge' around the right leg.

Wrestling Gear
Phone:Blackberry
Hot Pink Fanny Pack
Mace 'just in case'
Ipod touch, and Beats by Dre
A single handgun in his car and in his home
Always his battery operated George foreman grill

Professional Wrestler
All-American Greco Roman Wrestler
Intermediate boxer

Indestructible:
The Judge is unable to be cut, or broken by physical attacks. Bullets ricochet off of him, while the pain is dulled but is still there for each hit he takes. (Eventually will not have any pain as his skin hardens up and as his powers develop)
His skin and bones are unable to be penetrated, stretched, or cut by normal means. (Bullets bounce off, knives break etc.)
In the future his muscles will also be indestructible like the bones and skin.)
Slight increase in strength, he has the strength now to be able to at max lift a car(not easily), can punch through concrete if given enough time (Later on will have a higher version of strength)

Currently: Enough trauma (getting hit hard enough) will still damage internal organs.
Only has his physical abilities.
No ability of protecting his mind except pure will power. (still only goes so far)
No range abilities other than that he has a handgun in his car and home. (Or can throw rocks and stuff)
Still can drown
Can be out-muscled still just takes someone who is stronger than him at the time. (Probably not a regular human)
Can still be restrained if he isn't able to break the restraints or bend them.
Almost always in Kayfabe
Deep emotional issues that are hidden away from the rest of his fans

Caleb is a lesser extension of his character The Judge. The Judge is: a talker in all senses of the word, he wants nothing more than to be able to absolutely mentally destroy people he doesn’t like. To the point that even his schemes that he comes up with is meant to mess with their mentality of thinking that they could ever win. The Judge often will refer to himself in third person as he truly believes the best way to be a professional wrestler is to be your character in real life. He has a ‘go get them’ attitude, if something is wrong it’s time to go fix it. With a strategy though, The Judge fully believes after all, that Rome didn’t fall in a day, and combining a type of mental anguish and anxiety with an inevitable physical pain gives him a bit of a sadistic pleasure when finally catching his enemies. Outside the ring, The Judge is still vey much The Judge. Never breaking kayfabe, to the point that some believe The Judge is just who Caleb Rodrick really is.

Truth be told The Judge was a persona he made up because Caleb was too afraid to be himself; someone who was depressed, someone who seemed to hurt the people around him all the time, someone who seemed to never be able to make his parents proud in his eyes, he never thought people would like him. Few besides his therapist have heard him express his own opinion as Caleb Rodrick. Caleb Rodrick in Caleb’s eyes is seen as a nobody, to the extent that he has almost shed that persona, losing who he was in the process, as that person held pain and anguish in his life. So he began to go as The Judge, even outside of the ring.

How powerful names can be when they change your very persona, changing from a more shy introverted man who isn’t quite like most around him to the stunning magnificence of ‘The Judge’ and everything he represented. Caleb wished to be everything that The Judge represented, justice, and action, taking action into his own hands to make sure the punishment fit the crime, making sure that he was the impartial, judge, jury, and executioner. Although to some this was just a facade, to Caleb, this is what he desired to be, someone who could make a decision based on what he thought was the right thing to do. Someone who he didn’t have to worry about what other’s thought, because he was only worried about his own code of conduct.

Eventually, Caleb Rodrick became no more, as The Judge, slowly replaced him fully in his life.

Growing up in the city and suburbs of Portland Oregon, he spent most of his time there until he was 17. Moving to Florida, to chase his dream, now; he has a farm in Green Bay Wisconsin that he looks forward to going to whenever he gets a chance..

The titantron blinked on as it shows a gavel coming down to slam on the table. *The sound of a gavel slamming echoes through the stadium, as it hits three times and the crowd reacts just a little bit at first, some cheers, but then the music hits youtube.com/watch?v=zBUx6zTxr98 (just the first 30 seconds or so) (Then the following song plays silently in the background) youtube.com/watch?v=zU7co2-yn_Q. The titantron shows crowd after crowd going insane, as it zooms into signs, a small child holding up a sign that says, ‘Court is in session’ another zoom in of a sign in a different stadium, this time of a female holding a sign that says ‘You can always judge me, Judge!’ the Titantron swapping the frame to yet another stadium with the Judge holding the WWE championship up, the Royal Rumble sign in the background showing the type of pay per view. Switching once more it shows another scene of another pay per view, The Judge having his hand raised. Blood pouring down his face as he stumbles back into the ropes and raises both hands. Once more another switch as it shows the Judge leaning into a crowd, fans slapping his chest as he screams a cheer at the camera. The voice of a man comes over the video being played, “One of the biggest and destructive stars that the WWE has seen in a long time!”

A pause as it shows The Judge on the apron of the ring running at someone else, as he does he RKO’s the man onto the floor below the mat, as it shows his feet up and people cheering, and a different voice, “HE DID IT, HE DID IT, BY GOD HE DID IT! THE JUDGE HAS WON THE ROYAL RUMBLE!” The voice from before is heard as it shows The Judge’s hand being raised, “He is one of the most decorated but youngest stars the WWE has ever seen!” The picture on the titantron goes to 8 different Wrestlemania pictures as it shows The Judge’s hand being raised after each one, opponents from John Cena, to Elias laying on the ground, each pictures showing a bit different from showing an exhausted Judge barely able to stand to one ecstatic, to one bloodies but standing strongly.

The Titantron picture slowly fading out as it begins to show baby pictures. “The Judge, before he was a name in the WWE, he was a young man from Portland Oregon just trying to make it. Coming up as the youngest in a family, his mother and father helped push him towards his goal, of being a wrestling superstar. A short home made video began to play showed The Judge at about the age of 10 looking at a Camera, “And why do you want to be a star?” a female voice asked “So I can make people smile!” the little boy responds, “And if you are a bad guy?” a male voice asks.. The little child waiting for a moment before flexing his muscles, “Then they’ll be happy if I ever lose!”

Growing up playing basketball, boxing and football as well as wrestling in a decently small school The Judge’s path to the WWE was never quite exact. If he was going to get there he was going to have to work for it” The overlay voice said as it began to show a young man running line sprints, lifting weights and practicing falling in the ring. “But he would get there, if it was one way or another.” There was a video now of the legend Shawn Michaels. “I came into the performance center one day and there was a kid just sitting there, before the doors even opened. I asked him, ‘hey who are you?’ and he responded with, “I’m the next biggest thing””

The Titantron swapped over once more this time to showing the judge holding up a title, then back to Shawn Michaels, “He was a 17 year old boy, who had just graduated High school, no superior sports accolades except for making it to state in Boxing and basketball for his four years in high school and he smelled, bad. He had driven all the way from Oregon to Florida, just to show us what he had.”

The voice over now cutting over the legend Shawn Michael’s voice, to speak as it showed a montage of The Judge practicing in the performance center. “And showed them what he had was right, that indomitable spirit was exactly what he showed them, and he never wasted a day of training, always going 100%.” The titantron began to fade as an announcer’s voice rang through the stadium, “Making his way to the ring from Porrrtlaaaaand Oregonnn. “The Judge, and The Jury… The Judiciallllll Force!” It showed the Judge with a smaller man as they walked toward the ring, in silence as another announcer came across the video, “Who are these guys? Would you look at the size of that one?!”

A little montage of the two, the smaller one doing things like standing on the Judge’s shoulders and doing flips, as the Judge powered his way through his opponents began to appear on the screen. “He started off in a tag team, and Caleb and Louis did excellent, everytime they stepped in the ring they not only worked themselves, they worked their opponents into near exhaustion sometimes.” A voice came over as it quickly cut to Triple H in a suit, “I remember one time they came back and The Revival was asking if they had to compete with them on sunday, as they were already exhausted, the 5 of us had a good laugh about that, but he started as most people did with a tag team, which they did really well with, they may have been a gimmick, but people loved them both. But there was something special about the Judge you could just tell.” Triple H stated.

The screen swapped to now The Judge on the mic. “OH SHUT UP!” He yelled pointing at another two people, “Let me tell you, The Judge, and The Jury, are tired of hearing your gums flap like a little chihuahua bitch, how about you sack up and come let your actions speak!”

The screen swapped to another one with The Judge talking to the crowd, “In case you have forgotten, The Judge is not just the best, The Judge is the ABSOLUTE of the WWE!”

The screen swapping once more to another stadium as it shows The Judge tired and leaning against the turnbuckle, breathing into the mic. “Oh you think The Judge is gonna stay down cause you little assholes hit him from behind, just because The Judge’s partner isn’t here doesn’t mean I’ll still shove my hand so far up your ass that you’ll know what Kermit felt like. Oh sorry Dolph, I may have given your wife a bit of PTSD after what I did to her last night.”

The titaton swapped again to him smiling as he looked down at a mic, he was dressed up as an actual judge, “Don’t you know Kayla, The Judge, loves Halloween, it’s the only time I can actually wear the wig!”

The Titantron swapping once again to him raising his hand up pointing at a wrestler in pink trunks, as another hand raised, as the raised hand dropped the crowd screaming, “GUILTY” the voice over continued, “Although sometimes quite intense, the WWE fell in love with him instantly.” The video continued to him picking the man up, one arm going through his legs and another around the other wrestler’s shoulder as he held him up and then lifted him as if he was going the do a powerslam, but he released his hands to push down on the wrestler’s back shoving their front and face into the mat. The video continued to show him doing that to multiple wrestlers, announcer voices began to voice over now, “THE FINAL VERDICT!” “MY WORD WHAT IMPACT!”

The next couple scenes showed The Judge using the STO move as the announcer yells, “THE DEATH SENTENCE! THE DEATH SENTENCE THIS ONE'S OVER!”

The Titantron switched to showing Randy Orton there, “I helped train him because the first time I saw him I knew he was something special, he was destined for stardom and although he did well as a tag team, I knew he was going to do more.

The Titantron switched now to The Judge on the mic standing over his partner, “You think The Judge needs you? The Judge doesn’t need you, you aren’t the brains, I was, and I’ll do just fine on my own Louis, do you know why? Because I am The Judge, the Jury, and the Executioner, in this ring. The Judge is not just the best, The Judge, is the most ABSOLUTE in the WWE.” The titantron shoving the mic into the downed person who was originally seen as ‘The Jury’ earlier.

“As a heel, as a face, we have loved him” The voice over spoke, the Titantron swapping to The Judge, once more as he spoke into the mic. “Love me, hate me, I don’t care, you maple-sucking losers have heard of me and that’s all I care about.” another swap to another Stadium, “Listen i’m not going to say that I didn’t want to come here, but you all have made Texas into a cesspool of fat people who wear way too skinny cowboy pants.”

Another swap of the Titantron as more signs of ‘Court is in session’ like signs showing, “Don’t you know? The Judge is the ABSOLUTE of the WWE, and you just interrupted him. Looks like Judgement day has come folks!” The Judge says into the mic. Another quick swap, “I love you all and I love this place! I’m here, I’m not leaving, and you wanna take me out, you're gonna have to get rid of the whole WWE universe, cause if even one of them is chanting my name,The Judge, will NOT stay down.”

The voice over came back as it showed more pictures of The Judge’s hand being raised.
“10 years we have gotten to watch The Judge, so we can’t do much more, but thank him. So from the Whole WWE universe we say… thank you.” The Titantron slowly fades as The Judge is hugging the crowd at a Wrestlemania event as The Judge’s voice comes in over it and echoes out as the video fades. “The Judge, will bring your Judgement day, if not for me, for all of these people, because I love the WWE!”

The stadium goes black as a man in a suit with a mic began to speak, “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the ring from PORTLAAAAANNNND OREGGOOONNNNNNN The JUDGE!” *The sound of a gavel slamming echoes through the stadium, as it hits three times then the music hits. youtube.com/watch?v=zBUx6zTxr98 (once more). As the Judge runs out the people are cheering as he slaps his chest. His arms cross at the top of the ramp as his head raises, as the words on the song begin as they do his arms shoot out on either side of him as fireworks fire into the air behind him in a line and then back to where they started. As the fireworks finished The Judge slaps his chest again as he jumps towards the ring.

Most of these people don’t even know, most of them will probably never know. About 3 months ago I could feel the difference. The Judge would say in his head. 3 months ago, bumps started to hurt less, and I've been having to be more careful with how hard I do things. I didn’t think anything of it, until Ali botched that hurricanrana. When my head slammed into the barricade, I wasn’t hurt. But the barricade had a dent in it. That’s when I knew something was wrong. But of course they don’t know that a month after that I was supposed to bleed during a match, and when I tried to razor my forehead, the razor actually broke.

He had gotten to the stairs as he stomped his way up the crowd cheering him on. I guess it was then that I really knew that my body was changing, it’s gotten harder to have blood appear on my forehead, and it’s made me act much more than I used to have to. But that’s because I think i’ve become one of them. One of those metahumans, I'm not sure exactly what I am. But vince is loving it as well. The more I seem to be able to take without getting hurt the riskier the spots he has me doing. I don’t mind, I just hope this isn’t something that will reverse suddenly.” He finally grabs the Mic as The Judge raises his hand as the crowd yells, “ORDER IN THE COURT” “Thank you!” The Judge yells into the mic, “The Judge wants to thank each and every one of you for this grand entrance, The Judge has been blessed, and The Judge, has been given the best opportunity of a lifetime, and that’s being here with you guys. Heel or face, it doesn’t matter, you are my lifeblood, and The Judge loves seeing the smiles on your faces. I’ll see you all Sunday at the Hell in a Cell match, where The Judge will finally get his hands on Johnny Gargano, and he will face his..” The Judge raised the mic in the air, as the entire stadium erupted with “JUDGEMENT DAY!”

Victor Williams

24

Human

Male

Victor Williams is a hazel eyed young man with dark brown hair. He stands just below 6 feet and weighs approximately 170lbs. His fair skin doesn’t have a spot of ink on it and he keeps a clean and somewhat professional appearance. Victor believes every day holds chances to make impressions, and that your first is the most important. To Victor, your wear and appearance is the first impression before you have the chance to open your mouth most of the time. Victor is usually wearing some form smile on his face and is very animated when conversing with others.

Victor owns Victory Pawn, a pawn shop located in Central City’s Siltwood district and also owns a fifteen passenger van from his old transportation service, and a black Ford Mustang.
LARA is Victor's 1 ft tall robot assistant at his work desk, but not much more than that as she is only capable of walking, grabbing, lifting a maximum of 10 lbs. LARA responds to commands for basic tasks and has limited responses to certain cues and commands.

Nothing noteworthy.

Intuitive Aptitude. Victor can instantly learn and understand the workings and mechanics of anything, regardless of how simple or complex. He can comprehend the complexity and exactness of events, organisms, objects, subjects, fields, powers, etc. with less need of long-term or special education, or explanation than someone would normally need. Though this ability may seem passive, Victor can only truly use this ability when he actually gives attention towards an object or subject of interest as well as a little bit of background knowledge.

Mechanical Intuition. It's with this ability that Victor is able to build mechanical blueprints and creations with nothing but his imagination and what most might deem junk, scraps, or unrelated parts. This ability seems to be an offshoot and product of his primary ability and his natural ability to improvise.

Even if Victor clearly understands a problem and a solution, he may not have the time or resources to implement the appropriate action. He sometimes doubts his creations as they don’t always come out the way he imagined aesthetically. Also, Victor’s powers are based on his instincts and are more of a reflex, which makes it difficult for him to explain why things work. Victor's understanding of physical feats and superpowers does not provide him with the ability to mimic feats and powers as he is limited by his own fitness, biology and lack of additional powers.

When it comes to reading people and even objects, Victor can be deceived. For example, someone who is highly deceptive will be easier to read than an average person, but he can still be duped or get the runaround. When it comes to objects, Victor may get conflicted if he believes an object doesn't look the way it should operate. For example, a benign object with magic properties that allow it to explode.

Victor cannot understand the goings on of magical subjects due to the chaotic and unreal nature of magic.

This man’s name probably only applied to his high spirits and optimism for the majority of his life. Victor was a loser in most aspects in life, but only because he was just on the verge of winning. Victor is a fast talking extrovert with a lot energy and seems to always have stupid grin on his face. He attempts to make friends with anyone willing and not willing to listen to him go on and on about whatever happens to be on his mind.

Victor enjoys helping and working with others in need, but can sometimes be a bit overbearing or heavy-handed in his approach without even realizing it. He’s also a bit too overconfident for his own good at the time… maybe all the time. Some may find him to be obnoxious or hard to follow, so it’s good for there to be someone who can set him back on track or slow him down. He can sometimes be a bit too trusting of people’s stated intentions and always tries to see the best a person has to offer.

As bright and smiley Victor is, his moral compass isn’t so straight and narrow. As long as something appears to be harmless or just deserved, it’s fine to do.

Central City.

Nathaniel Williams. The man was an avid gambler that did not know when to exactly quit. He’d win some and lose more. It was a surprise he kept himself afloat, but anyone who knew him knew he always had a scheme that could help dig him out of any hole. He was unreliable, a conman, a fabricator, a scam artist, and he was also Victor’s father. Victor’s mother tried her damndest to keep Nathaniel from seeing his son after they had parted ways due to his insane lifestyle, but Nathaniel came around every now and again with gifts for Victor. He always told his son he had made it big and would become a millionaire with a lavish mansion in no time. As a naive child, Victor admired his father. The man always had adventurous tales and seemed to be doing well whenever he did show up to visit him. Despite Victor’s mother telling him otherwise, Victor held onto the hope that the state he saw his father in was the constant.

In time, Victor adopted a similar persona to his somewhat deadbeat father, with dreams of making it big, whatever that really meant. Victor saw his father less as he got older, but he held on to the hope that his father would show up and take him away when he turned eighteen, unfortunately, the man never showed. His mother figured Nathaniel showed up just enough that she wouldn’t think about setting up child support payments and it was why he showered Victor in gifts whenever he showed, but she kept her thoughts from Victor who admired the man he thought he knew. Despite Victor hoping to spend the rest of his life “working” with his father, he had more than a few ways to make his own cash. By the age of nineteen, Victor had established a single-vehicle transportation service, pawning disposed of and sometimes lost items, as well as various manual labor jobs. He kept at this for a few years until he found out his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Treatment was expensive, and so Victor turned to the only method he knew of that made little cash turn to plenty. Gambling. He hit casinos as often as he could. He won some, but sadly he lost more. He was Nathaniel’s child through and through. Lost money led him to loaned money and loaned money led to him being in hard debt. He kept his head up, even when threatened with eviction. Victor would tell you his lowest moment was during the night the particle accelerator went off. He had been looking to make some extra cash due to the influx of people attending the activation of the ground-breaking event by using his transportation service, but a temporary lockdown of the immediate area screwed up thing for his cash flow.

After three weeks Victor had begun getting intense migraines. He took painkillers, which helped, but the migraines never ceased. Going to the hospital might have been a wise decision, but he couldn’t afford to take time out of hustling for cash. His mothers’ treatment depended on it after all.

One day, about a month after the disastrous night of the particle accelerator incident, Victor had scrounged up enough cash to have the confidence to jump into a high stakes poker game. He won, but it was odd. Victor had always gone with his gut, but it was never this right. Like the worst gambler ever, he tried his luck the following night at the casino and ran home with four times what he put in. Bluffs were easy to identify, and he just “knew” what to do to win. After a few days, he got odd looks from the staff and hit the Black Jack tables which only made things worst as he was beating the hell out of the house. In one week, he had amassed thousands of dollars which were more than enough to pay off his debt and sufficiently make payments toward his mother’s treatments. He decided to engage in some underground gambling. High stakes like the initial game he had dominated. It was shady, but his victories elicited others to step to the plate. During this time Victor noticed he could dissect people. Not physically, but he had a good impression of what they were all about. Life was great. Enough so that he bought out a local pawn shop, renaming it Victory Pawn. He knew where to find goods from already, but he didn’t expect that he knew how to actually repair and repurpose some of the things he found in the scrapyard. It was odd, but the feeling reminded him of when he would play poker. He just “knew” how things worked, how to make them work, and even how to make them work differently. Months passed and his little pawnshop was booming with unique merchandise.

For the next few months, he viewed his capabilities as luck finally turning his way. Winning had finally turned around and embraced him with success. His imagination became a treasure trove for ideas, and those ideas became prospects. He had a hunch he might be a metahuman, but didn’t care to ask too many questions and kept that thought to himself. To just look and automatically know was incredible. There were some ideas he kept for himself such as his Lovely Automated Robotic Assistance or Lara for short, a miniature robot that helped with minor tasks such as grabbing things out of reach and breaking his attention to more important matters with an occasional beep. After a break-in at Victory Pawn, Victor put his ability to the test by building new surveillance cameras after watching a few YouTube videos on security systems. From then on he realized he was not limited to being just a self-made entrepreneur. Victor was also the creative mind and the assembly. With new metahuman threats on the rise, Victor figures new technology might be needed to aid authorities and gutsy heroes. It would be a great opportunity to help his community… oh and also make some more cash if possible. Victor doesn’t plan on suiting up and fighting crime, but he’s willing to give an awesome enthusiastic assist.

Verra Valinova

19

Human

Female

For someone like her, standing out in a crowd has never really been an issue whether it be those rather radiant emerald green eyes of hers, or the striking natural red of her long braided hair. She's always been the center of sorts among people in that way, having a soft and honest smile that people gravitate to and a natural beauty that has only improved over the years. It does leave her to be one of the least intimidating heroes of course, as not only does she tend to approach things with an optimistic mindset and a smile on her lips, but she's just shy of the national average in terms of height. Being 5'2" never held her back though, nor has it ever left her feeling like she's had anything to prove. That much is clear enough in her shape, being rather… Womanly though still very much fit due in large part to her active lifestyle. So much so, that she's joked that every day is cardio day and she's often seen in either some kind of track outfit or basic sportswear.

It's a majority of her wardrobe in fact, only here and there going out in something a little more casual and less sporty. Perhaps a reflection of her personality, she is only lacking truly in proper dress wear. Few dresses are in her possession, and only a couple pairs of earrings that she really doesn't like to wear except in very specific circumstances. Her makeup selection is equally lacking, preferring to only highlight here and there if necessary, though a bit of lipstick does go a long way, even if she has an unhealthy preference for pink. Overall, she's almost exactly as she appears, a rather upbeat, outgoing and almost disturbingly chipper young woman just enjoying life and dealing with it as best she can in the circumstances.

Townhome - Since moving out a year ago to start college the small two-story in the Missouri State district has served as a stabilizing force in her life no matter what has happened. It sits just a couple blocks away from the main campus facing towards the state park and Stockton lake, proving rather ideal for morning, evening and even midday runs. The home is by no means extravagant, even with two bedrooms and a furnished basement, but what matters to Verra is that its paid for(by her mother of course) and it is home for her. Also the spare bedroom serves as an excellent streaming room that she's set up quite nicely.

"Tiburon" - Emblazoned with the emblem of a silver shark that totally wasn't pulled off the car of the same name, and featuring a custom-made case of glass and polished white-aluminum Verra's gaming computer is perhaps her most prized possession. For good reason too, as the mineral-oil cooled rig took her over a year to save up for and features a few components that aren't exactly on the market yet, but allows her to play games at frame-rates that even the most hardcore would consider decadent.

Personal items - Cellphone, large assortment of clothing from dress clothes to sports-wear, other various items expected of a college-age woman with her own home.

Polyglot - Though technically coming about more and more due to a superability, her ability to speak multiple languages was already a skill before hand. Being born in Russia, naturally it was one of two languages taught to her at an early age and has left her with that subtle accent that she just can't shake. English was the obvious second, with Spanish coming in as a third, French as a fourth and German finally in school. Before gaining her powers it was a little hard sometimes to sort what was what, since knowing five languages isn't exactly easy, but now it feels like second nature to her with a bit more practice.

Athlete - Even before gaining powers, Verra was already a decently accomplished athlete. Track star for six years in her later years of school, as well as a couple years of gymnastics and doing enough time as a cheerleader that half her school photos are of her in a cheer uniform, she was already put in a mindset to keep herself at peak performance for most normal people.

Streamer - Okay hear me out, no seriously. Gaming and such was initially a hobby for her in school, inflicting childhood trauma via the most recent FPS or fighting game, but now it's pretty much her primary job while part-time attending art school. It's a matter of pride to her, to the point where she even holds herself back purposefully, making sure she only plays to the ability a normal person can play at. Don't call her a twitch-thot though, you'll get banned from her stream so fast the ban would even outrun her.

Speed-Force Conduit - Among the varied heroes across the multiverse there are those who unlike the Kryptonians with their strength, the myriad caped crusaders of Gotham or those who call upon nature to aid them instead rely upon pure speed. They are called Speedsters, singular individuals who have come about in some way to draw upon the very essence of speed in order to become the fastest man or woman of their time. Yet some are chosen among the chosen. Unlike those who made themselves speedsters through their own devising, unlike those who came about through circumstance, there are those who are chosen to represent the Speed-Force itself. They are the conduits, the ones whose lives are tied to that of the Speed-Force itself even before they are born. Verra Valinova is one of those, an individual who was given her gifts in order to protect not just her home, but to act as the living avatar of the Speed-Force and defend against threats to it.

Superhuman Speed/Reflexes - Naturally as a speedster, Verra has the ability to move significantly faster than any normal human and even most metahumans/powered individuals at this point. This enables her to be able to react in such a way that it feels as if time was slowing down just for her. Even things such as a speeding bullet appear still, giving her all the time in the world to move herself or someone else out of the way. Of course, this also relates to her primary power of being incredibly fast. Her true speed is unknown as she continues to grow at an exponential rate with every time she pushes herself to her limits. At the current moment though she is capable of reaching a mere mach 3 from a standing start.

Superhuman Stamina - Along with superspeed, comes the ability to sustain it for long periods of time. Verra's superhuman stamina means that what would normally exhaust normal humans, is as easy as rolling out of bed. It takes excessive use of her powers to break a sweat, and pushing the limits to even come close to tiring her.

Accelerated Healing - Down to the cellular level, Verra's body is in tune with the speed force and infused with its energies. Among the many other benefits and abilities, is that of greatly enhanced healing. What would take weeks for normal humans to heal from, she can do in mere hours if not minutes, and even some of the mortal wounds are just a setback. Accelerated healing can be a double-edged sword however, in that she has to be extra careful when dealing with broken bones and making sure to set them correctly as fast as possible before new bone growth occurs. Otherwise the bone would have to be broken again.

Enhanced Mental Processes/Senses - Moving at superspeed is one thing, reacting another, but being able to understand everything is something that could become quite difficult. Luckily for speedsters, their minds are also accelerated to process information as fast as they receive it. As quickly as she can turn the pages in a book, Verra can read and understand it. At the moment for her it's a bit hard to grasp sometimes, having to take a moment to truly process everything, yet just like her speed itself, such things will come with time. Already she's finding that she has a near-photographic memory, able to recall things with an accuracy that she wasn't able to before. In addition to her mental processes, her senses have also been vastly enhanced through her connection to the Speed-Force. This is primarily why things appear to move in slow motion to her at times, how she can hear whispers across the room and feel changes in temperature or charge in the air around her.

Okay so, nevermind the caloric intake required to continually maintain her body at such high speeds, which is all the time because she can't exactly turn it off. Talking a caloric intake of biblical proportions. The kind that had her politely asked to leave an all you can eat buffet. Or that without her connection to the Speed-Force she really is just a normal person. A relatively in shape and decently quick one thanks to all those years in track, but still an incredibly basic person. Her speed healing making it so that if an injury isn't properly set like immediately after it could heal wrong and cause serious complications like a bone poking where it shouldn't might also be a concern to most as well, however all that said none of those are even touching on the most serious issue…

Moving that fast causes some serious friction, and not watching your speed can really ruin an outfit >:|

Everyone knew that girl. The one that seemed to be right there at the forefront of everything in the school, part of the popular cliques and holding favor with the teachers as well. In most instances that kind of person was often the type to smile to your face and murder you with words behind your back, or at the very least plot something rather humiliating and despicable. For Verra throughout her school years she was only half of that. She was the one who was friends with everyone, making her way into the popular circles through a genuine smile and caring for others. A bright ray of optimism and cheer no matter what happened, she was the one to rely on when it came to help with studies, life issues or just when someone needed someone to talk to. Even when her own father died she didn't take it out on anyone else, didn't shift her outlook on life or do more than stop for a moment to process and talk about it with her closest friends.

Not actually originally from Central City, Verra's childhood was a series of new places for years all the way from the city of her birth, St. Petersburg, to the one she would eventually call her home. Both parents being military, and specialists at that, would have normally made things rough for a young girl just trying to be a kid and live her life, and it would have been more than understandable if she had withdrawn into herself because of it. Yet, Verra did not. Her varied childhood pushed her to make as many friends as she could in the short time she had at each new place.

Eventually things had to settle though, and they did for a time when her sister was born and then when she was starting to walk and talk just like her, learning at just a swift pace. A year in Berlin turned to a few months in Honolulu, then a stay in London and back to the states to settle in Central City for just a short time. Having just turned ten, the younger Verra had been more than a little excited to see the city that been the center of a lot of attention on the TV and among her previous friends. Everything was looking up in her mind, her parents telling her that it was looking like their stay would be extended since her father was taking an extended leave of absence at work. She had even been making more friends at school, though one was a bit weird she didn't hold it against her and soon enough got her to be a little more open with her.

It was just as she was actually getting to be comfortable with school yet again and the new city that things took a bit of a turn. The fourth had always been something quietly celebrated at home with a couple friends here and there before moving to Central City. Since then though, and with their dad's job slowing down they had kind of put down roots and were more and more socializing with their neighbors. So most of the block had been invited to a big barbecue hosted by her parents with burgers, hotdogs, super soakers and fireworks in the evening. Things had been going pretty well for most of the day, her and Lexi had been playing with their friends, including the nerdy girl from the orphanage. It was only on the fourth round of burgers that their father had complained of feeling a bit dizzy and light-headed, promptly passing out at the grill just as some of the adults were joking about old age catching up with him.

At the time the doctors and her mother explained it to the two girls that he had been sick for a while, some kind of cancer that had been in remission for a bit and had been why they settled down in Central City. The younger Verra had never seen radiation poisoning of course, and neither had her sister Lexi, nor did either of them really know who their parents were. After some time and maturing a little more, she learned just a bit of the truth, not all of it of course but enough. While Marianna and Iosif Valinova seemed quite ordinary military parents to most people, both had some rather deep and highly classified secrets. What Verra found out a few years ago put clarity to things, discovering that her father had actually been an agent of the KGB, then FSB and in some reports openly named as the "KGBeast". It didn't take much more to learn he actually died of long term polonium exposure as part of his job, but even after learning of that she never thought of him differently.

Her mother was a little distraught at the sudden death of her husband of course, and as the eldest Verra stepped up a little more around the house to keep up spirits. Another year went by and things were almost normal except for the lack of a man around the house, though one of her mother's friends did stop by from time to time to check up on things and help babysit Lexi. At least until she was hit by a truck. That had nearly been the breaking point for her mother, but as she did for the loss of her father, Verra stepped up again and doubled-down on her efforts to give her something else to think about. While her mother dipped in and out of the drink for a few years, she gave her something to be proud of. Her focus on her grades became almost obsessive, spending as much time as she could studying and pushing herself to be the best daughter she could to make up for two losses. Aced tests turned to advanced placement classes in an already fairly premiere school.

It didn't feel like enough to her, even as her mother praised her for everything she did and told her that she didn't have to, it felt to her like she did. Throughout school she made sure that she did her very best, no matter what. She even held study groups to help other people, solidifying her friendships with a few particular people. Though she's really not sure if Thea will ever forgive her for introducing her to anime. That and her love of gaming fell victim to her inner competitive nature, leading her to be asked to "turn it down a bit" whenever the group got together to have a night. All that aside though, even when it felt like she rarely actually had a moment to herself… They were some of the best years of her life. It was when she met the friends she has now and truly got to experience what life was like living in one place and setting down roots.

So much so that when it finally came time to look towards college, while a good number of her classmates had been picked for one campus or another out of state, she chose to stay. Just a neighborhood over in fact, enrolling at MSU just two years ago in art design. The move came as a bit of a shock to almost everyone at school, as she had always been thought of as Ivy-bound, and she had received more than a few letters of acceptance and scholarships for such places. But she chose home. It was partially because she wanted to stay close to her mom, partially because she actually wanted to do something creative, but mostly because she liked being in one place. Central City had been the first place her family had really settled down, and even with the loss of her sister Lexi and her father, it was still more of a home than anywhere else.

College life for her had been very different from that of high school, and not just because she had her own place now and needed to support herself. That much had been taken care of by her mother ensuring she had a roof over her head, and her picking up a side job doing streaming in her off hours. What changed was just how many off hours she actually had. A stark contrast to most of her school life, she had actually pulled things back and was taking it a little easier than even most college students. Just a couple courses a week, most of the mandatory curriculum online when she could, and things felt nice and easy for once. She finally had time to just take things in and move at a different pace, one that had her doing a morning run to get started, a couple hours of coursework, then most of the day streaming one thing or another before a run in the evening and calling it a night to do it all over again the next day.

One day meshed into the next, and soon she was almost through with a year of college, just enjoying life as it came. Things had been a little cool and it was perfect jogging weather for her that October a year ago, and she had been a little more into her nightly run than normal. The park was at that ideal state of autumn chill that wasn't quite wintry, but just a little more than it had been all month. Her route along the lake had been a good warm-up, Stockton eerily calm for once as the sun was high in the sky, and slowly dipping as she took the long trail up into the edges of Siltwood and the national park. It was dark by the time she realized she had gotten a little too into her run and was a few miles outside the city in what she often joked as "out in the grapes". Not only that, but she was a bit off the trail and it had been feeling like a storm was brewing just over the mountains to the south. The lights of Central City dimmed on the horizon as it broke, a soft rain at first but with those wintry hints as she made her way back towards Siltwood and home.

Yet she was a bit off the path and in an unfamiliar part of the state park. Some of the trails led deeper into the woods and weren't very well marked, some of them looked to have been purposefully blocked off, and one in particular headed in the direction of home but wasn't one she would have normally taken. Then again, normally she wouldn't have been that far out into the grapes in axe-murderer territory, so she took that winding trail into the darkened reach of the Ozarks. Twists and turns had her questioning if it really was a shortcut at times, here and there feeling like the city was behind her and she was really heading further south. Sometimes she swore she heard the sound of drums out in the woods, but no matter where she looked the sound didn't seem to be nearer or farther.

Then something truly strange happened. At some point she had passed a bit of old fence along the trail, long since fallen into disrepair and the signs faded from years of disuse. The trees moved in odd ways as she felt as if the rain was falling slower around her, yet that couldn't be possible. An electric sensation began to work its way along her body, starting the moment she passed that fence and building and building the deeper she went into what was clearly some kind of restricted area. Only when she found herself in the middle of a clearing surrounded by strange stones did she stop and take stock. The rain had come to a standstill, and it wasn't that the storm was breaking over head. No, it had become worse actually, with more and more rain and hail surrounding her.

It had stopped in mid-air. Each drop suspended in air as if time had come to a standstill. She walked through the deluge in pause, looking over the stones surrounding the clearing, finding a path from the outer circle to the center. It was a language unlike any other, carvings that looked older than they had any right to be and arrange in ways that didn't match existing architecture. Yet as she took a step onto the capstone in the center, it seemed as if it had always been there and always would be. Her thoughts on how strange it was to encounter something like that in the woods of Missouri would end up being quite suddenly interrupted though, as a pulse of sorts came from the stones, charging the air and setting her teeth on edge. It felt as if electricity was building all around her, and before she could even start to process what was happening, a bolt of energy split the clouds from above and struck her where she stood…

At the same time as her unfortunate brush with natural forces park rangers were luckily working the area and tracking the movements of local predators. While their search for bears and possible large cats had been coming up thankfully sparse, they had seen the strike and felt as if there was something odd about where it hit. Taking that same backwoods trail they made their way to a clearing in the woods and found Verra laying in the grass unconscious… No traces of the strange stones or the fence that had previously marked a region of naturally occurring dark matter.

For a few months she had laid in a Central City General hospital bed, almost completely unresponsive and baffling the nurses, local doctors and even the experts called in from all across the country. Off and on the instruments would read her as just fine one moment, and without a pulse the next. Sometimes they saw her eyes moving behind her eyelids, other times she was so completely still that there was the very real concern that she had passed right until the alarms went off yet again. Her mother had very nearly beaten a nurse for suggesting just such a thing, briefly leaving just her best friend Kara and a few of her other close friends as her only visitors for a bit. They spoke to her at times, and a few of them she could actually hear as she lay there unable to wake from her coma, but her recollection of those events is hazy at best, calling it a never ending dream with the flashing of lightning against dark clouds.

Eventually though the particle accelerator went off, detonating in the heart of Central City and washing the entire region with massive doses of dark matter that awoke the latent metahuman genes in that portion of the population. For a short time there was hope that maybe she would be one of them, that she would wake up with some strange power or another and be just fine. She didn't, not for months, and at least her mother felt like she might not have done so at all if not for the intervention of a certain reclusive and eccentric scientist. One that was the cause of so many woes throughout the nation, a pariah of his community and almost a hundred thousand short thanks to a check he wrote to the hospital to smooth things over. Two months after the particle accelerator explosion Harrison Wells had made yet another of his attempts to right the wrongs that the public had heaped upon him. Working the exceptionally strange case of a former high-school track star and beloved member of the community falling into a coma after a lightning strike seemed like just the thing.

It ended up being a bit of a mixed bag in the public's eye, some feeling that he was ambulance chasing in a way, looking for any possible out to get back in the good graces of public opinion. Some felt like it was a genuine effort as he actually did have the personnel and tech at hand that eventually proved that she still had an active mind even at nearly ten months under. There was of course a couple people who were very vocal about the idea of a forty-something scientist taking in an unresponsive attractive college girl into the basement of STAR Labs and some of their own theories on that.

Finally a year after the lightning strike though, there was a breakthrough. As two of the techs had been working on some of their own projects and watching over her, she opened her eyes. Above was the soft white lighting of a lab, seeming right out of a video game she had played once, and for a moment she thought that she was in another dream, but when she pinched herself and felt the pain of it, she winced and nearly fell out of the hospital bed she had been laying in. Worse than scaring herself, she had startled the two techs and they must have dropped whatever they were working on as a fire erupted at one end of the room and engulfed one of them. At least it seemed that it had, though the second one was gone completely. What followed after her rather sudden awakening was a lot of screeching on both sides, finding out that the two lab techs were actually one, or the one was actually two different people, something about a hypervelocity glomp or a fusion dance, and finally Harrison Wells coming in to make sense of everything.

She found out in short order the details of what had happened while she had been in a coma, just how long she had been out, minus her mother's hospital incident, and allowed a few visitors before going back to rest. Her mother had been out on business but notified and was on her way over, Kara said something about having to cancel something but would be right over and a few of her other friends had much the same to say. It was out though that she had woken up, and while there was no shortage of requests to interview her by local news groups, the biggest surprise was her first visitor. Another woman back from the dead it seemed, Thea Queen had been in town and available when the word got out that she was awake, coming over to see her and have quite the awkward conversation. It didn't help that the last time they had spoken had been right before Thea apparently died in a motorcycle crash on her way home after finally getting her to agree to a date.

Friends and family came and went over the next week, one by one finding her in those same good spirits that defied the universe's best efforts to bring her down. More than just her spirits though, her physique bounced back with a vengeance, only taking a couple days of rest and light exercise before she was on her feet and running circuits around the STAR Labs campus much to the annoyance of Harrison Wells and her keeper, the little fireball of a pair of lab techs her and Thea had taken to calling the "Firesmol". At first it didn't feel strange to her that she had recovered so quickly, or that she seemed to be making better times each circuit. Only when she was put on a treadmill and told to push herself did things start to get really weird. Ten miles per hour came and went without effort, like an easy jog in the park. Then she hit twenty and it still felt like nothing. Forty, then sixty, then a hundred. Faster and faster she went until her image began to blur on the treadmill, Harrison Wells watching with slight concern as the numbers kept climbing, all the while the lab techs were beside herself(themselves???) with excitement.

Then the treadmill broke and she face-planted a concrete wall. That one hurt quite a bit, but proved that not only was she fast, like really fast, but so was her healing. The injuries from her little accident, while mild and not really anything to keep her too long anyways, were gone within a couple hours without so much as a trace. As it turned out, her little adventure in the woods had left her with more than a few powers of her own, just as some of her friends hoped, but not quite in the same way. Something about them felt different somehow, like while they were a gift, there was a purpose to them.

Verra didn't think too long on the whole concept though, soon enough returning to her old life and finding that her friends had taken care of a lot of things while she was sleeping off a rather shocking run-in with mother nature. Kara had apparently put the word out via most of her accounts that she had an accident, and the outpouring of support both during her coma and when she announced she was awake again was one of the better moments of waking back up. Well, aside from actually waking up. Some of her social media did take a bit of a hit in followers, and both her streaming accounts lost quite a few, but she's been getting back into things again and now that she's active again she's pretty much almost right where she was before becoming super.

That was the only small thing that had changed in truth, and over the last two months she's been trying to figure it all out in how exactly to deal with being powered. She wasn't like the other metas, she could feel it, but she still had these abilities and there was that feeling that she should do good with them. So a little call to a friend saw a costume made, one that was abruptly torched when she ran a little too fast and ended up standing in the middle of the Cortex rather sparsely dressed. The next one was made of fireproof material, so that was one problem solved. All that was left was a name she figured, and with a little input from Kara and Wells, she felt like she had one that felt rather fitting…

Velocity.

Malcolm Alasdair MacAodhan

19

He's... not entirely sure anymore.

Male

Standing at a (just slightly) below average height of about 5'8"... Mal has never really been one to stand out in a crowd, at least at first glance. Not to say he's hard to look at, mind you— Hell, the kid actually strikes a surprisingly good-looking figure, what with those clever grey eyes he got from his dad framed by the handsome face they both got from his dad topped off with that knack for warm (if a bit cheeky) little grins he most definitely got from his mum.

...And these days, a body covered in compact, lean and almost inhumanly dense musculature. Perhaps the most visible result of his life's sudden, drastic turn for the weird.

But, never one to really flaunt what he's (emphatically) got, Malcolm's always erred on the more modest side of fashion; preferring bog-standard jeans and t-shirts to anything truly extravagant and usually finding some ball-cap or another to tuck over his short brown hair. Though he does have a particular fondness for a pair of old combat boots he inherited from his late father and has a habit of throwing on an old B-3 bomber's jacket his grandpa gave him when the weather starts to get cold, giving him a bit of a 'vintage' look at times. But honestly, the kid wears it pretty well.

Though that probably runs in the family, too.

Of the Blud— Not to ride that old stereotype of everyone that's ever come out of Bludhaven being of the 'Scrappy, rough hooligan' sort too hard, buuuuuut... Our boy Malcolm spent a good most of his youth getting into fistfights and all other kinds of trouble with his friends (much to the outward-chagrin, inward-almost-pride of his dad and the dismay of his mum, who usually had to pick his ass up at the station afterward) ranging from the odd tussle at school to the occasional back-alley brawl with the kids from the next school over.

It did pay off, though; to this day, Mal's pretty handy in a scrap. Though his skill comes more from experience and tenacity than any actual formal training— barring the little bits and tricks Mari imparted unto him when he was a youngster and his folks weren't looking.

Secretly a Nerd— Even before his existence took a turn in a direction that was decidedly tits-up, Mal was always a bright kid; always getting the top marks (or close to) in his classes, despite all his hooliganery, and even being able to talk shop and keep up with his cousin Zoey Kasimir— who he still regards as the brainiest person he's ever goddamn met. Though you wouldn't think it to actually look at him, plainspoken as he is and very rarely ever going out of his way show off his intelligence— Partly because it hasn't mattered much since his schoolboy days came to an abrupt end, and partly because his inner troll gets a good laugh out of the look on most people's faces when he does.

Mechanically Gifted— Having always been the type to take things apart to see how they work as a kid and having spent a good part of his youth (when he wasn't being a little shit) working on high-tech gizmos with Zoey, house renovations and vintage doodads with his Grandpa and eventually cars as a summer job during highschool for his then-boss, Arty, Mal grew pretty handy at using that big brain of his to solving practical problems; Whether by wrench, hammer, soldering iron or pen and paper. So much so that he was well on his way to earning a scholarship to MIT... though any aspirations of that have now been thoroughly shelved.

Uncanny Aim/Hand-Eye Coordination— Starting out as a kid playing ballgames at arcades with Zoey, Mal has always had a certain talent for lobbing things into very specific places from very far way. Something that became only more prominent over the years as, under the guidance and gentle nudging of a few people in his life, that talent for skee-ball evolved into winning every game of darts he ever played with his Uncle Paul. And then knives with Marianna just for shits and giggles in her backyard a few times followed by a slightly more serious instruction of the ins and outs of Lee-Enfield that actually earned him a shiny trophy at a competition a few years later.

Polyglot— Also not too surprising, knowing where Mal grew up and the people that raised him, but Malcolm has picked up a few languages over the years. Namely English (obviously), Canadian French, a bit of Russian and German... that last one, specifically because Grandma Maddie made it her mission in life to make for damned sure that the boy'd always be able to insult a German.

Enhanced Senses— In the two months since the lad's return to the normal world, Mal's noticed some... changes. One of which being that the longer he spent doing nothing but soaking up some sun while laying in bed and recovering from his ordeal, he became more and more aware of just how sharp his hearing had become, able to hear pretty much the entire street beneath his window in the first week his entire city block the day after, and at least a mile out in any direction a few days after that... which, of course led him to discover how good his eyes had become— Namely when he woke up one morning with a start to a bunch of noise his sleepy brain couldn't quite identify, looked out his window and caught sight of some guy watching what looked like an interesting little picture featuring Barney the Dinosaur in a gimp suit and a donkey.

Which he saw with perfect clarity. Because the guy's window was open. In his penthouse.

Three miles away.

Across the river. In Central.

...On the bright side, however, his sense of taste has also been cranked up to eleven. And Grandma Maddie's cooking has never been better. Which may, in fact, be the only thing that's kept him sane upon realizing he can hear the goings-on, whether he wants to or not, of everyone around him and that said goings-on are often pretty fucking weird.


Enhanced Physiology— Though the lad doesn't quite know the extent of it yet, Mal's body has gone through some changes of it's own; leaving him able to leap most of the way up a twenty-story apartment building, easily one-hand lift and throw a Bugatti Chiron and run about as fast as one, too, with the agility to keep up with it. On top of that, the kid is obscenely tough as well— able to tank things that should rightly turn him into red paste and most small arms fire save for things getting in the range of .50-cal and above or dedicated armour-piercing munitions. Though, the only real hint he's gotten about any of this was when he woke up one morning and realized that at some point throughout the night, he'd rolled over and put his head through the wall without even realizing it.

He also seems to have developed some sort of accelerated healing, something he is actually aware of, having been stuck in bed for so long with nothing to do but watch his wounds heal with increasing speed (especially when the Sun was out, for some reason). Potent enough that injuries that should have by rights, kept him on the mend for the better part of a year and possibly crippled for life vanished over the span of two weeks, not even leaving any scars, new or old.

Enhanced Brain Function— While he was always a bit of nerd in disguise, Mal's brain has recently been been kicked into overdrive. Processing information at speeds several times faster than a normal human being and granting him almost perfect recall... though the only clue he's gotten about this particular number is that he's gotten pretty damned good at the sudoku puzzles in the newspaper and guessing the answers on daytime Jeopardy reruns.

Slumbering Giant— Perhaps most concerning of all, is the fact that whatever is causing all these changes in Malcolm's body seems to be growing more and more pronounced by the day, though he's only dimly aware of it. Where this is leading, none can really say. But it doesn't seem to be slowing down any time soon, and each day, little by little, he wakes up in the morning stronger than the last.

Not Invulnerable— As previously stated, there is an upper limit to Mal's durability; and hitting him often enough or hard enough will hurt him. On top of that, the guy still needs to breathe— making attacks via poison gas just as effective on him as it is anybody else, and meaning he can also be drowned or suffocated.

Not Wolverine, Either— While Mal may heal faster than most, it isn't exactly instantaneous nor something that'd really help him him out in the middle of a fight— Sure, the odd bruise or little scrape will be gone in a minute or two, with minor cuts or gashes taking a little longer than that... but more severe injuries and broken bones can take days depending on severity.

Frequent Headaches/Hallucinations— Seemingly a side-effect of whatever's going on with his body, Mal's recently had a few problems with his head... in the form of random, headaches that range in strength from mildly irritating to downright agonizing in intensity and arrive without warning, turning his world into a distorted mish-mash of pastel colours at best and at worst, causing him to hallucinate things like seeing through walls, what he can only surmise to be thermal radiation and even electrical currents. Needless to say, just a wee bit distressing. Both in the pain it causes and the implication that he just might be going a little crazy, so he's kept mum about the whole thing to his family.

Which of course means he's unaware of the faint orange glow radiating from behind his eyes when it occurs.

Inexperience— As good in a scrap as Mal is, when it comes to the whole 'hero' business, he... well... He has no idea what the fuck he's doing.

So a few months of trial, error and smacking facefirst into the side of a few buildings is probably going to follow while he figures it out.

Malcolm is, for lack of a better way of putting it, a walking, talking paradox of a young man— Indomitably stubborn, possessing no small reserve of that potent mixture of grit, wit and pluck his hometown's known for and an apparent talent for dropping devastating one-liners with ruthless efficiency if some poor fool ever gives him the chance... Yet, also honest by nature. Surprisingly patient— far moreso than you'd ever associate with the hardnosed Bludhaven stereotype—, warm, welcoming and caring not just to those he holds dear, but... damn near everybody he meets (traits he's made less and less effort to hide in the five years of introspection he's had since moving west) and far more intuitive and intelligent than he ever really cares to let on.

The kind of guy that does his grandma's groceries and mows her lawn without complaint. Who'd step in the way of a mugging just as readily as he'd change a stranger's tire. Who'd do the drywall in Mari's house for no more than a few slices of pizza and maybe an affectionate little tousling of the hair.

Because beneath all that pluck, grit and wit his hometown's known for, there's been a good man hiding in plain sight the entire time. One it's entirely likely Mal himself knows little about.

Born in Bludhaven, New Jersey to a green beret for a dad and a local cop for a mom. Malcolm's youth was... actually pretty normal, all things considered. Sure, he had an amazing talent for getting into trouble (pranks and the occasional schoolyard scrap, mostly) but that never really stopped his folks, his cousin Zoey (whom he was damn-near attached to by the hip throughout his childhood), her parents and all his family out west from loving him all the the same. And so, when he wasn't giving his mum all kinds of headaches with his usual antics, he spent his days taking the train to Gotham to goof off with Zo, going on the odd fishing trip with his granddad and, on some rare occasions, visiting the Valinovas on whatever new posting they found themselves in.

There were, it should be noted, some little oddities here and there. One of the most glaring examples being how odd it was that the grandpa he loved so very much never really looked as old as he should. And never seemed to age, for that matter.

Even more suspicious was the fact that when he was old enough to be aware of and ask about it, the only answer he ever got was just a quick "I'll tell you when you're older."

Though truth be told, he'd soon have other things to worry about.