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!

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.

Nikolai "Nico" Abramovich Kuznetsov

27

Metahuman

Male

Nikolai is a largely built man born of Russian stock, clocking in at 6'3 and 212 lbs, any room he entered would be hard pressed not to notice him doing so. His eyes are a shade of blue that seem piercing that stares right through and hold people captive. Long-healed burn scars cover his arms and back, rarely ever exposed to anyone else besides himself. A five-pointed red star is tattooed on his left shoulder with the Roman numerals 'XVII' below.

Uniform
"Torchbearer" Modified Kalashnikov SVK
Combat Knife
Pistol: MP-412
Grappling Hook
GPS Tracking Beacon

Tactical Espionage
Multilingual
CCQ Specialist
Firearms Specialist

Enhanced Physical Conditioning – Nikolai has been experimented on by the Red Room to produce the ideal supersoldier. As a result, Nikolai's body was enhanced to the peak of human potential of strength, agility, stamina, speed, etc.

Internalized Pyrokinesis - An unintended side effect of the undergone experimentations also triggered a suppressed metagene in Nikolai. The internal makings of his body are made up of flames that make him nigh-invulnerable to extreme heats, and this 'inner fire' of his can be imbued into inorganic material.

On top of the serious debilitating health effects, which have not shown up, from the augmentations that made Nikolai a supersoldier. These lasting effects vary in severity from anywhere between semi-permanent blindness, increased risk of heart failure to sudden blackouts. His core body temperature needs to maintain itself above 195° Fahrenheit lest his body shuts down.

Nikolai is reserved and tries best to keep to himself come R&R off of his missions, much appreciating some time spent alone. However he hardly ever seems to appear cold to others, still being as kind and patient with those around him all the while keeping distance from coming too close. For he understands that some kindness shown can inspire more good in the world further down the line. If anything, outside of anything short of a firefight he corners the market on the 'gentle giant' shtick.

For a latent pyrokinetic, Nikolai is hardly ever described to be hotheaded and for the most part, this is accurate. He values the practicality of cold, calculated anger far better than being short-fused and driven solely by emotion. That being said, he is not a boundless well of calm and patience, for when his temper rises he bottles it up inside and later vents it all off in one, red-hot conflagration. Scorched fields that once would litter the empty, frozen plains of Siberia would prove this true.

Krasnodar, Russia

At the peak of its power, the Soviet Union had foreseen the rise of a new type of warfare, one that would be waged with the metahumans, men and women who wielded power unimaginable before. And so, the Red Room was born to counter metas with metas of their own. A number of projects were launched, all designed to properly arm a select number of their population with abilities that'd match and surpass Mother Russia's future adversaries. A few had already proven successful but one stood apart from the rest: Project Red Son.

Nikolai Ivanovich Vasyutin was born to a family of nine, being the youngest out of seven brothers. Theirs was a family in poverty, already little to eat amongst a large household. So when GRU agents had approached his parents with an offer for him, without hesitating they made the trade for a week’s worth of rations. Though at his young age, not knowing any better, he’d believe he was given up for the ‘greater good of the Soviet Union’. How nice it must have been to be that naive once. And so, for the better part of his childhood, the Red Room would have been his home.

His indoctrination and training were nothing short of harsh and unforgiving, dozens of experimental enhancements were conducted on a number of children with specific, malleable genes. Nikolai was XVII, the 17th in a line of failed experiments that couldn't be described as anything but inhumane. Being an unprecedented success in the Red Room's history, with his outstanding, red-hot abilities and near-perfect mission record, considerable resources were allocated to him being groomed into the project's namesake: the Red Son, defender of the Motherland and the first of many more Soviet supersoldiers to come.

For the better part of the last century, he lived his life behind the trigger of a gun from mission to mission and on the cold surface of a lab table when he wasn't. In order to preserve the 'shelf life' of the living weapon that Nikolai was, measures had to be taken and so in-between his initial training and well into his assignment, he was put into cryogenic stasis to ensure his longevity.

However their long aspirations of a supersoldier army would not come to be realized, the fall of the Soviet Union had scattered many of the Red Room's assets with even Project Red Son having been forgotten in the wayside. Nikolai would eventually have been found in his pod by the Finnish government then promptly exchanged over to the Americans. Recognizing him for what he was, they themselves were quick to utilize him for their own clandestine interests in discrete parts of the world. Still, the same soldier with the same orders, even into the new century he follows the orders given without fault, proof of his conditioning as a living weapon.

But the ones he answered to now, they would prove to be more relaxed with how he spends his time off missions and it would seem Nikolai would find himself a genuine humanity to himself he hadn't realized during his days with the Red Room. It would be much later when the supersoldier of a bygone superpower would reform himself into something resembling a superhero, determined to clean all that blood in his ledger.
_{| {Timeline} |}
08.13.1954 | Subject {Designate: XVII} was born
01.15.1961 | XVII was inducted into Project {Designate: Red Son}
02.17.1965 | XVII began physical conditioning training
05.23.1969 | XVII underwent Phase 1-3 of supersoldier enhancement
12.27.1971 | XVII deemed successful - Greenlit
01.15.1972 | XVII passed Red Room {updateDesignate: Red Son}
01.15.1972 | Red Son assigned multiple missions {assigned_total: 13}
09.16.1972 | REDACTED INFORMATION
09.17.1972 | Red Son put into cryogenic stasis {length_time: INDEF}
04.29.1984 | Facility holding Red Son is de-commissioned and -staffed
10.02.2009 | Red Son discovered by Finnish authorities
10.09.2009 | Red Son re-possessed by U.S. Special Intelligence
09.01.2010 | Red Son transferred to research facility {site_local: REDACTED}
06.01.2011 | Red Son entered U.S. service {handler_ID: REDACTED}
11.02.2012 | Red Son tasked to eliminate terrorist cells in REDACTED
01.09.2013 | Red Son critically injured in firefight {recover_time: 29 days}
01.11.2013 | Red Son assigned to POTUS security detail
03.21.2014 | Red Son reassigned to research facility for voluntary experimenting
03.22.2014 | Project {Designate: Boy Scouts} initiated for wide-scale U.S. supersoldier enhancement
03.19.2015 | Project Boy Scouts discontinued with lack of results
03.21.2015 | Red Son given leave of absence after co-operation {surveil_detail: 9}
01.01.2016 | Red Son spotted across the globe multiple times over course of the next year
02.29.2017 | Red Son resurfaced in Volchansk, Russia {surveil_detail: 0}
03.02.2017 | Red Son returned to active U.S. service
05.14.2017 | Red Son assigned to combat possible metahuman criminal element
05.18.2018 | Result of previous assignment inconclusive – possible defection
12.31.2018 | Red Son detained and heavily sedated after accidental exposure to experimental hallucinogen
01.09.2019 | Red Son expressed desire to become a "Cape" {psych_session: #117}
04.20.2019 | Red Son breached site protocol and put out nearby forest fire {metahuman_case: #2990}
08.01.2020 | Red Son further expressed previous desire-now request-vehemently
01.23.2020 | Red Son "let loose" under permission by handler {clearance_level: MAX}

James Murphy

24

Human

Male

James is a tall man standing at about 6’2 with thin athletic build seemingly built more for speed and agility than strength and power. His hair is brown with a hint of red peeking through every so slightly contrasting his dull blue eyes. Regardless if it's for his job or just walking around the great city James is most commonly found wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a vest over top of that.

James always has a deck of cards on him.

Poker player- both as a dealer for a casino and a semi pro player James has always loved poker and has become quite good at the game.
Poker face- both a natural talent and one acquired through practice and experience, James is able to tell a stone cold bluff all while showing no visible signs of lying.
lie detector- More of a natural talent that has only gotten better as he has gotten older, James’s ability to see when a person is lying or trying to appear as something they aren't is quite uncanny.
Education- James graduated college from UNLV with a Major in Physcology.

James has a unique power in that he is able to control and manipulate the energy in an object and himself. More precisely James has the ability to activate or stop the kinetic and potential energy stored in objects. Most commonly James uses this ability to increase the speed and durability of playing cards turning them into razor sharp weapons. Theoretically however James could also cause the kinetic energy in a object to become reactive and explode as a result though besides one accidental occurrence James has yet to be able to do this with any success.

Besides other objects James appears to have been able to slightly enhance his own physical abilities as a result of his energy manipulating. While they are minor allowing for his muscles to use more energy has resulted in James being more athletic than he was before the incident.

The main limit to James powers is the size of the object in which James is trying to control. The larger something is the more time and effort it takes for him to change that.

This, along with the Backstory section should be the more detailed areas of the CS.

Las Vegas

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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!”

Magnus L. Cromwell

35

Human/Beast

Male

Magnus as a human before was a mousey man usually in a lab coat with his glasses hanging off his nose. Brown messy hair and deep blue eyes with a smile beyond compare. As his now beastial self he is a blonde lion with snow white main. Standing on two legs he stands about seven feet tall with most of his muscle now showing. His feet are paw like but his hands appear more human in the digits until you notice they are covered in fur with very sharp nails.

Dead cellphone, a wallet with his daughter's picture, keys to the local zoo.

Trained in animal medicine, decent intellect of most of the animal kingdom.

Anthropomorphic DNA Recombination- Magnus' powers revolve around the animal kingdom and combining various species into his form. His basic form is that of a white and yellow lion with a huge set of wings. He can alter this form to grow tails, wings, stingers, claws, eyes, and any other body part or organ of most of the animal kingdom. Lastly he can speak with most animals on their level of communication.

Magnus can no longer become human in most anyway except his mind. His knowledge of what has happened to him and past are still intact. He can also only manifest two to three aspects of different animals at a time. Due to not being able to become human he thinks he can no longer see his daughter or live among humans.

magnus before the accident was a happy go lucky guy. Even when he was under pressure he could make a joke that made most smile but his demeanor has changed greatly as his wife is gone and he has become a beast. Nowadays he is serious and quick to anger due to his beastial nature. He can voice his opinion very loudly. Deep down he cares for people and is very lonely as he knows that to most people would find him terrifying.

Magnus grew up in Central city with his mom who worked for the local zoo as a tour guide. For years Magnus would spend his time visiting the animals until he decided that one day that would be his main focus.

When Magnus was eight he watched his father leave for work and never return. His mom to this day has never told him what happened to him and has been warned that is the one thing she will never talk about. After school everyday Magnus would get off the bus at the zoo and do the final tours with his mom. The crowds would be so astounded by the boy who know so much about animals. This earned him respect as he grew and a job in his teens where he would feed the animals. Finally he went away to college and was gone for a number of years until he graduated with high honors and met his late wife Susan F. Granston. He had talked her into coming back to central city with him and working at the zoo as vets. Once they were there a program began of which they excelled at in mapping animal DNA and isolating traits. Little did they know this was government work to develop superhumans. With a new bady on the way work fell behind and they found out the true nature of their work as threats were made of the project being give to someone else. Magnus double his load as his wife couldn't do much at the time. Finally his wife gave birth to his daughter, Lorayne G. Cromwell. A few days later Susan died of complications... Magnus worked through the pain and did everything and more working on the next stage of the project while his mother took care of his life girl. That was until the night of the particle accelerator explosion when Magnus was adding DNA to the chemical recombinator in his lab. The machine overloaded and exploded sending Magnus into the racks of DNA. His chemicals, the machine, and the dark matter did their work transforming him into what he is today.

Kristina Sarah Leonora Mackay, Mistress of Reay

22

Human

Female

Kristina stands at five feet and ten inches, with long, raven-dark hair, and piercing steel-grey eyes. She is usually attired in a black leather jacket; a black t-shirt emblazoned with 'I'M #1, SO WHY TRY HARDER' in white, or a purple long-sleeved shirt; a pair of blue stone-washed jeans, or black leggings, and a pair of black leather boots. Kristina also has a penchant for wearing 'gothic' jewellery as well - most notably a silver skull necklace, with rubies set in the place of the eyes, and two rings, one of which is silver with a large sapphire set in it on her left hand, and a replica of the One Ring on her right.

Firearms Training

Invulnerability: Kristina's one and only power... is that she is functionally invincible. Short of outlandish magical intervention, or the cosmos conspiring against her, Kristina will stand up to basically anything. It sounds like getting dealt a blackjack, the royal flush of superpowers. Except that Kristina is still subject to the laws of physics. If you punch her, it will be noticed. If you shoot her with a tank cannon, she will be sent flying by the explosion. Her power is limited only to herself as well, so if you strap eight pounds of C4 to her, she'll be pissed that you broke her phone, destroyed her wallet, her ID, her cash, her clothes...

Still a Human: Kristina might be invulnerable, but she's still just a human. She can't lift cars with one arm, she can't fly, she can't run all that fast, she can't shoot frickin' laser beams from her eyes, she can't cast spells which draw on powers beyond her comprehension... you get the drill.

This, along with the Backstory section should be the more detailed areas of the CS.

1998 - Born in Inverness, United Kingdom
2009 - Moved to London, United Kingdom
2016 - Moved to Central City, United States of America

Kristina was born in October 1998 as the eldest daughter to Lord Leopold Mackay, 16th Lord Reay (born 18th December, 1963) and Lady Alexandra Mackay (nee Barclay, born 22nd August, 1971) in Inverness, in the Scottish Highlands. As an interesting note regarding her heritage, Leopold - and as a result, Kristina's - Mackay's first nationality is Dutch, not British - with the death of the childless Aeneas Mackay in 2007, his brother, Leopold, inherited the British title of Lord Reay of Caithness, and moved back to Scotland, whilst her mother, Alexandra Barclay, is English. As a result, Kristina is entitled to dual-nationality, as both a Dutch and a British citizen.

Her early childhood in Scotland was a happy one - though she might have been the daughter of a noble, she was not kept at home and tutored by a governess or anything. Kristina went to Muirtown Primary School until the age of eleven, and then, at the age of eleven, Kristina was enrolled in Queen Anne's School in Reading, London, as a full boarder. Unfortunately, Kristina was a constant target for bullying in Queen Anne's, being not only from Scotland, but also as the daughter of a noble, she was often teased for being 'upper class' and that her parents were making her 'slum it with the proles'. She was also not fantastic at sports, being more of a bookish girl, more concerned with watching films and reading books.

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.

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.