Ok, got my character for Canary's bad guy squad here. Not sure I've managed to explain a lot of the stuff I wanted to explain all that well, but I'm hoping it's at least close enough to decent that it makes sense outside my own head.

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[color=B40000][b]Name[/b][/color]
Marco Shaw

[color=B40000][b]Hero Name[/b][/color]
Wander

[color=B40000][b]Nicknames[/b][/color]
God of Leeches
Human Target
Pathetic
World's Greatest Thief (self appointed title)

[color=B40000][b]Gender[/b][/color]
Male

[color=B40000][b]Age[/b][/color]
Nineteen, or at least he thinks he is. It's a little hard to be sure.

[color=B40000][b]Date of Birth[/b][/color]
13 February 

[color=B40000][b]Physique[/b][/color]
5'6", and [i]very[/i] annoying to deal with if it's brought up. Fairly lean, maybe even a little bit lanky, but he calls himself aerodynamic. Brown, wild hair that sticks out everywhere and tangles around itself like a bird nest and light grey eyes.

[color=B40000][b]Blood Type[/b][/color]
O

[color=B40000][b]Occupation[/b][/color]
Villain

[color=B40000][b]Side[/b][/color]
Villain

[color=B40000][b]Affiliation[/b][/color]
Nobody at the moment.

[color=B40000][b]Tier[/b][/color]
C

[color=B40000][b]Personality[/b][/color]
Generally, it's pretty safe to assume Marco is little more than an annoying, immature idiot. His primary aim in life seems to be annoying people, poking and pulling at any thing he can in someones personality, actions, or anything else he can find, generally continuing until he's silenced by some form of violent assault on his person. He can also be very petty, grumbling and sulking about anything, or more usually any[i]one,[/i] who's managed to get on his bad side for days after the initial incident if nobody shuts him up beforehand, and regularly gives into vices and bad habits on a whim. On top of that, he tends to flip flop between laying around, wasting time when he should be doing something, or getting ridiculously overexcited about something and fixating on it, trying to drag anyone around him into it with him, regardless of their plans.

At the same time however, one of his most visible traits is how much he loves to laugh, and make other people laugh along with him. If someone looks even closer, there are also hints of something deeper to his thoughts, a deep loneliness that might just be what causes him to act out the way he does, and potentially some well-hidden maturity buried beneath the idiocy. Sometimes, if he manages to keep quiet, he can even trick people into thinking he's actually kind of cool. Unfortunately for him, this is usually a delusion, and should not be taken seriously.

[color=B40000][b]Backstory[/b][/color]
Marco doesn't actually know his real name. He's pretty sure he remembers people calling him Marco, but his last name may very well be lost to time, the name Shaw coming from an incident he prefers not to think about. His family only appear in very faint memories, and he probably hasn't seen them since he was a very young child, though again, the exact details of how old he was, or what happened, are vague. In the end, the root of all these issues seems to be the same.

People don't remember Marco.

He isn't sure why, other than that it has something to do with his power, but the vast majority of people seem to forget who he is or that they've ever met him within two days at best, most not even lasting longer than one. Odds are his parents were the same, and he's been wandering around the country pretty much as long as he could remember. Surprisingly though, it's been rare for him to ever find himself in danger of something like starving, largely due the other aspect of his power, allowing him to teleport almost instantaneously, as long as nobody is either looking at him when he departs, or looking at his destination. This has allowed him to teleport into houses, raiding them for food and 'supplies', and then teleport out again. 

However, it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbowws for our beloved wandering idiot... In fact, over his travels, he has come to feel a distinct sense of loneliness. Many, many times, he's tried to end his life of drifting from place to place, stealing whatever he can and moving on. Tried to talk to people, make friends, and settle down, but almost inevitably, time after time after time, he would be forgotten. No matter how he tried to stick in their memories, it seemed they were doomed to fade. In addition to the mental and emotional pain this brought him, it also seemed to have an effect on him physically. The smaller the number of people who knew who he was at any given time, the less he felt connected to the physical world. Teleporting would become scary, the act of actually returning from the void it transported him through becoming significantly more difficult, and he started to wonder if perhaps the people who knew him functioned as a sort of tether or anchor to the real world, with more people making for a stronger connection.

And so started his new way of life. Realising that his hopes of a normal life with friends or a family were next to impossible, he instead turned to a new tactic; annoying a number of random people every day, and stealing whatever he could get his grubby mitts on. While not a particularly fulfilling life, he was able to live fairly comfortably, pissing a bunch of people off in one spot, finding a good place to hide for a couple of seconds, and teleporting away from the ensuing mob to eat, sleep, and sell off other peoples hard earned valuables. Alternatively, he'll find a place where the people are soft-hearted enough to let him stay with them for a bit and ruthlessly taking advantage of their kindness, although this rarely even lasts the two days or so it would take to forget him before he gets 'evicted'. Whatever the outcome, the end result usually allows him to keep living as the hedonistic slacker. Before too long, anyone he'd turned against him would forget what he'd done, only remembering that he'd annoyed them. After a couple of days, they'd forget him entirely, and he'd be free to repeat the process somewhere else.

However, his 'surefire, fool proof, absolute one hundred percent success rate plan' hasn't quite been working out as he planned. Across the countries, a few people have started to notice the re-emergence of faint, scattered memories. Memories of some vaguely ghost-like figure, mooching off them for a few days and being generally pathetic and annoying before disappearing forever. Even more rarely, there will be someone who remembers the annoying idiot that is Marco Shaw with relative clarity, unsure whether they're happy or sad that he disappeared without even saying goodbye.

One thing is for sure, now that his drifting has finally brought him to the city of Castleburg, the odds of an easy, carefree life have dropped significantly. 

It's just too bad he's too stupid to figure that out himself.

[color=B40000][b]Power[/b][/color]
Marco's existence is stretched across two different dimensions. The pull of the other dimension is stronger than his connection to ours, but he can remain connected to our world as long as other people acknowledge his existence. As long as the connection is there, Marco can temporarily release his hold on our world and slip into the other dimension, falling through the void before pulling himself back into ours in a different location. Though he may spend a number of seconds falling through the void before reaching his intended destination, it will seemingly be instantaneous within our world. However, he can only perform this teleportation as long as no one can see him, or would be able to see his destination, as this makes his anchor to our world [i]too[/i] strong, preventing him from releasing it and slipping into the void.

On the other hand, if nobody acknowledges his existence, or even if the number of people who do is just too small, the opposite would be the case, and he would be unable to pull himself back into our world from the void. This is compounded by the fact that his comparatively weak existence and lack of presence within our dimension will cause the vast majority of peoples memories of him to fade far quicker than normal, rarely lasting more than one or two days. This means that it is an absolute priority for him to stand out and make an impression with people at least once every two days, or else any attempts to teleport would most likely trap him in the void. Of course, abusing his teleportations enough times in rapid succession would most likely weaken his connection to our dimension enough to bring the same result, regardless of how strongly anchored he was beforehand.

[color=B40000][b]OTHER[/b][/color]

His glasses are his most treasured possession. He doesn't even remember why they're so important to him, just that they are.

Whether it's hard work or punches, Marco is surprisingly skilled at dodging out of their way, regularly worming his way out of tough situations until he can find a nice, concealing trash can he can use to hide long enough to teleport away from.

He's actually terrified of bugs, which is ironic, as anyone who remembers him tends to consider him a human-sized leech at best.

He may or may not think mascots are real.
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