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The world had seen better days. The Justice League was dealing with an international incident and in talks with the UN about the formation of a Justice League Europe. The Teen Titans had just fallen apart and there were several heroes who’d fell in between the cracks of the last big crisis. Two long-time friends who’d seen time with both the Teen Titans and the League decided to get together and do something about the superhero shortage. Maybe the younger heroes had given up. Perhaps the slightly older heroes had fallen on hard times. Wally West (aka the Flash) and Vic Stone (Cyborg) pitched the idea of an academy for younger heroes in need of training to a few billionaire friends. After deciding against the name ‘Justice University’ the pair of heroes and their backers decided on the obvious name… Titans Academy.



Setting up shop in Midway City after a spike in metahuman crime got national media coverage, Cyborg and the Flash took a different approach with their ‘school’. They took in young metahumans between the ages of 16-25, and there were part time and full time members each with a different mentor. The Flash already protected Central and Keystone City, so he’s part time. Cyborg tackled the full timers and relocated to the Midway branch of STAR Labs while his team lived at the academy. It was pitched to the mayor of Midway City as a police academy of sorts for the next generation of superheroes.

Midway City was once the stomping grounds of Hawkman as well as the Doom Patrol. Regular metahuman threats included more savage individuals like Lion-Mane, and there’s talk of Robotman losing his mind and wrecking a local bar. However the boys may get some help in the form of another old friend…


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Alexander 'Alex' Mason May 1st, 2002 ( 20 ) Straight Male Neutral Good

Mentor: Cyborg Status: Full Time Experience: Six Months


⦿ P O W E R S:

Alexander has the metahuman power to project force fields made of yellow solar energy. Not unlike a Green Lantern’s constructs, the force fields and shields are based on his willpower and ability to focus. He generally creates a personal shield that some say resembles a police badge. Alex also possesses enhanced strength (around a five ton cap) and uses the extra muscle to super leap from rooftop to rooftop when on patrol.


⦿ W E A K N E S S E S:

Alexander has the same limitations as any average human. His costume can protect him from most small arms fire, but he can still die from bullets or anything that can kill people. Alex has no formal training and is at best decent at hand to hand comabt.


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Resourceful, Trustworthy, and Patient


⦿ Brief Bio:

Alexander was your average kind of kid growing up in the Eastside slums of Midway City. When a fire erupted in his parents’ apartment building his metahuman power kicked in and the high school sophomore was able to protect his family from the flames. Three years later he would not be so lucky when his parents were in a car crash that took both of their lives. For several months Alex was aimless and lacking direction. A chance encounter with members of the Justice Society during the grand opening of a Hawkman museum left the young man in awe and he knew what he wanted to do. Rather than continue to hide his metahuman abilities, he used part of the life insurance money he’d received to get a suit made and began patrolling Midway City. In his brief time in the superhero community he hasn’t done much aside from stopping a few purse snatchers and rescuing several people from a burning building. The only time he came across an actual supervillain was when he tried stopping Copperhead from stealing something from STAR Labs. The goon for hire handed him a beating, however the meeting eventually put Alex on Cyborg’s radar.


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Eventually Alex will meet Jim Harper and the helmet of the Guardian will be passed on to him at some point.


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Kennedy's seemingly perfect life turned upside down when her powers manifested. A cheerleader in high school, a vision of her classmates being attacked at the Homecoming game. She attempted to warn everyone, but no one believed her. The game was attacked and many students were injured or dead. She was outcasted by her peers, calling her a freak, and even blamed her for the attack. Her parents didn't know what to do, having received calls from other parents, warning them to not send Kennedy back to school. In the end, they sent her to California to live with her uncle. Kennedy hid her powers.

But secrets can only remain hidden for so long. She ran into Cyborg, who she helped, leading her to share her powers. Since then, Kennedy was worried it would get out after she set up an okay life for herself. No longer the bubbly, popular girl, she remained a sarcastic, sardonic person who, despite what life dealt her, still determined to do her best. Cyborg reached out later, offering her a spot at Titan Academy. She debated it at first but decided it might be good to actually try to be a hero, for once.

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Kennedy walked along the pathway, uncertain as to her place. Sure, she accepted the position, but was she cut out for this? Didn't her powers hurt more than help? Her mind traced back to school, who she was before. She was popular. She was liked. And one vision destroyed all of it. She could hear the others now.

"Freak!"

"Terrorist!"

"It's your fault they're dead!"

"Why didn't you save them sooner?"


They were questions and accusations she said to herself also. Since then, she had hidden that part of herself. Her uncle knew, but there was always that underlying warning of not letting anyone find out. That is, until she met...

"Don't need to be psychic to hear your thoughts."

Kennedy spun around to face Cyborg. The man that offered her this chance. "You know me, always wearing my heart on my sleeve." Cyborg chuckled. "That and the look on your face that just begs people to talk to you if they want a punch to the throat. Trust me, I've been in my own thoughts. That's all they are though." Kennedy shrugged. He wouldn't understand, surely. "Even untrue words hurt." Cyborg nodded in agreement. "Maybe so, maybe so. But all the more reason to demonstrate action. You can stand there and let people think what they want and prove them right, or you can go out there and show them how wrong they were."

Kennedy wanted to say something sarcastic, but she bit her tongue. He was right. She really needed to get out of her own head for a while. "Easier said than done when all of your skills revolve around your own headspace." Cyborg grinned, "All the more reason to clean the cobwebs out. Speaking of which, it's almost class time." Kennedy groaned mockingly but walked alongside him. Perhaps, maybe, this was the place she needed to be, after all.
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Name: Chie Jordan
Hero Name: Shuriken
Mentor: Flash (part time)
Age: 18

Personality

TL:DR Good-natured and determined but proud.
Chie is a fairly kindhearted and earnest woman. She is more than happy to pitch in when she feels help is needed, and remains modest and dedicated in all her ventures. Chie can get competitive and never hesitates to push her limits. She's bold but not completely oblivious, though being young and new to the world of heroes, she often comes off as naive. Chie is over everything, young, and is prone to impatience and failure weights heavy on her.

Chie's enduring persistence and willpower are a permanent facet of her character. She is stubborn and nothing short of death can stop her from risking life and limb to achieve her goals. She is willing to put in the time and effort to do what she wants and is aware of her faults, always trying to improve from them. This hasn't stopped her from making mistakes, mind you, but she always gets back up and keeps trying.

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  • Peak human physicality: Training in martial arts since the moment she could stand, playing varsity sports and working out with her brother has made Chie an incredibly strong woman. She isn't super human by any regard but she can take much more of a beating than your average person, can run miles in minutes flat and can lift like a body builder. Compared to any enhanced person, she is relatively mundane, but against the average goon and gangster she far excels.
  • Inhuman accuracy/sight: Chie, like her mother before her, has eyes like a hawk. She can see in the dark fairly well, and can see farther than most people. This aids in her ability to hit things from far away accurately. With any gun, crossbow, or thrown item she can hit a 6 inch target from as far as 200 feet away. This isn't even adding the addition of scopes.


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  • Throwing stars: Her namesake, weapons she got in a weapon store in Gotham to replicate her mother's old weapon. Hers are more streamline and generic, being 4-prong shurikens.
  • Extendable staff: Much like robin's own, a metallic staff that extends and collapses for convenience. It's not particularly sturdy, as it is hollow but it's hard enough to pack a wallop.


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  • Acrobatics and parkour: Chie has long since learned to traverse the sprawling cityscape in it's entirely. Be it scaling walls, jumping building to building, riding rails, and all things in between. This applies to her fighting skills as well, capable of doing flips, splits, and all in-between.
  • Martial arts: Years if training, sparring and real life experience has turned Chie into a surprisingly dangerous teenager. She is capable of fighting hand to hand, with a variety of melee or throwing weapons, and has adopted a mixed style of Karate, kickboxing, wrestling, and street techniques she has left over time. Chie's skills rival a professional fighter, because as a superhero; she is one!
  • Stealth and lockpicking: Picked up from her more rambunctious side of life, Chie is skilled in avoiding people's notice. Her mother taught her how to walk and jump silently, as well as how to quiet her breathing. Experience has taught her where to hide and how to trail someone inconspicuously. Chie learned to lock pick on her own and while not a master, the skill comes in handy.
  • Expert driver: Chie can drive motorcycles at high speeds expertly. It goes without mentioning this includes weaving around obstacles and doing dangerous jumps and other stunts. Her skills rival any daredevil or drag racer.

Appearance:




A short and stout woman, Chie has broad shoulders and an athletic build. Her hair is long, about to her shoulders, and jet black. Her skin is fair and her eyes are a dark brown.

Weaknesses:
-Social life: Shuriken's greatest weakness is her family and friends. She would do anything for them and would not let them get harmed, and if they did she would never forgive herself. Simply put threats towards those she cares about are a surefire way to stop shuriken, and potentially even make her do things she would regret.

-Human: She may be tough but compared to Kryptonians and androids, the shuriken isn't up to snuff. While she can handle your day-to-day criminals no problem, without help Shuriken can easily get hurt in battle and she doesn't recouperate fast and she won't always fully recover. More importantly, she has no immunities to poisons or radiation or any other odd way to deal with the damage. Not a huge weakness but in the world of metahumans, it is a big deal.

BRIEF Bio -

Chie was born to a very dangerous woman who had run from her old life and started anew. Kyoko, Chie's mother, was once a very deadly assassin and bodyguard for the H.I.V.E. in the Japanese branch. Eventually, her jobs changed from revenge killings and robberies to kidnappings of innocent people. When she found out the leader was kidnapping people to experiment on them, Kyoko took her money while the going was good and bailed. She spent the new few years traveling the world and living lavishly until she met a charming man in the Bahamas. She would end up coming home with him and after a few years together, the two would have their first child. Marriage and four years later, Chie would be born.

Kyoko taught martial arts to her kids from the moment they could walk, and while her brother quickly lost interest, Chie was enthralled by it all and took the teachings with gusto. Despite her mother's past, Chie lived a surprisingly lackluster childhood. Shortly after her brother moved out for college though, her life took a sudden turn. Chie would move to Gotham for her father's job at the ripe age of 15, right as she was going into high school. Here, Chie would encounter her first mugger and thoroughly beat them down. Gotham was particularly seedy and Chie found herself defending herself constantly until finally, she decided to take the initiative and fight crime herself. She eventually dawned a costume and prepared herself to take on the gangs of Gotham, but as she began to deal genuine blows to the crime syndicates, she found herself overwhelmed. Luckily, after a near-death retreat from a penguin drug bust gone wrong, Flash came in for the save and invited her to his school,

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All around Alex is a good guy with a heart of gold. If there was anyone Chie would want to give her identity to it would be him, as there is no doubt in her head he could keep a good secret. She hasn't had much time to get to know him but she is eager to be a part of his team.
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Chie sees Kijani as a rival, but it's clear she's losing. Kijani has this effortless charisma and elegance to her that Chie envies madly. Worse yet, her powers are far more powerful and impressive only honing in Chie's inadequacies. Chie doesn't mind Kijani's attitude but it drives her nuts to feel inferior.
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Chie might actually like Rob if he hadn't been one of the worst pickpockets in Gotham. He stole her mother's favorite purse one night and once Chie recognized him from the news, she hasn't trusted him since. Still, he's at a hero's academy, so while she may be weary, she knows he will change over time.
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"We tamed the seas and took tribute from the land during time immemorial. Defeating these super villains will be, as you say, a cat walk.

... What? Why would dessert be able to move?"


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Ahn Kwang-jo
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Dragonson
AGE
20, July 27
APPEARANCE
Height: 165 cm
Weight: 61 kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Colors: Pale Azure, Crimson Red when powered

PERSONALITY
Vigilant
Amicable
Proud

STATUS & MENTOR
Full-time - Cyborg

EXPERIENCE
As a member of the royal family of Silla, Dragonson was educated in many subjects befitting that of a prince which included aquamancy and swordfighting. The latter would be essential as he would inherit the magical blade of Tangun before departing for the surface world in order to join the Titans Academy. It is said to rend the skies and command the waves when mastered but for now it only acts as an amplifier for Dragonson's inherent magical powers.

With that said, Dragonson has no formal hero training and has only begun to learn the protocols that he is expected to follow.

POWERS
Hydrokinesis - Able to control bodies of water through magic runes tattooed on his body, strengthened by his sword Tangun.

Sillian Physiology- Just like that of an Atlantean, the Sillian body adapted to its deepwater environment and resulted in naturally heightened resilience.

Amphibious - Not only is Dragonson able to breathe underwater and on land, he also travels faster when swimming compared to most non-sea dwellers.

Aquatic Sovereign - Like the Aquaman, Dragonson can command the denizens of the sea though he can also summon them through water portals invoked by his magic.

WEAKNESSES
Separation from the Sword - Without Tangun by his immediate vicinity, Dragonson's powers drop to that of a normal Sillian. While more remarkable than an average person's capabilities, its absence limits Dragonson to basic water manipulation.

Lack of Water Sources- Without the presence of large bodies of water, the Dragonson cannot operate at full power either.

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Long ago, the kingdoms of the seven seas had enjoyed a splendid peace that isolated them from conflicts that raged across the lands. However, it would only take a few years to change the course of their societies. Atlantis would be the first to re-establish contact with the outside world, as the new Aquaman to take the throne had been raised on the surface. The Atlanteans were quick to send diplomats to the royal courts of the other abyssal kingdoms in an effort to convince them to reintegrate with the world as new global threats started to emerge.

The underwater Kingdom of Silla, claiming dominion over the Yellow Sea to the Bering Strait, had found themselves in a peculiar position. Their former tributaries on the East Pacific lands had devolved into belligerent states armed with weapons capable of mass destruction. Popular discourse among the Sillian people fell into two camps: the militarists who clamoured for a strong army to defend them versus the anti-aggressionists who advocated for diplomatic and economic ties with their neighbours. To satisfy both camps, King Munmu of Silla had chosen to pursue a modernization and expansion of their army without explicitly declaring an intent for war while also sending his children on diplomatic missions to the surface.

Taking the name Ahn Kwang-jo, the first prince of Silla known as Dragonson was given the task to be the diplomat to the territory they once called Goguryeo at the age of 18. Nowadays, this state now calls itself the Democratic People's Republic of Korea. While he wasn't familiar with surface culture, Kwang-jo did find his experiences quite eerie. All of his tours across the state were curated and directed in such a way Kwang-jo only saw what his handlers wanted him to see.

Curiosity got the best of him. On an unsupervised escapade, he would use his powers to quickly travel on the waterways of the country and witness the true state of the population. Shocked and horrified, Kwang-jo would resign from his post and inform his people what he had witnessed. This would only intensify debates between the two factions, boiling over to riots across the kingdom. Action had to be taken and a compromise was eventually reached. Prince Dragonson would follow the steps of the Aquaman and spend time on the surface among their pantheon of heroes. He will eventually return with power and experience — choosing the destiny of his people when the time is right.

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Met Cyborg on a highly publicized event sponsored by the U.N.
Has attended royal galas in Atlantis as an official representative of his nation of Silla.
Is a big fan of animation though often assumes that these are all historically accurate.
Uses a glamour charm created by the Conservatory of Sorcery in Atlantis to hide his real identity when out in public.

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The day had finally arrived. For weeks now, Atlantean and surface engineers had been hard at work collaborating with the royal architects of Silla in creating an airlocked dome that would allow the housing of foreign embassies, finalizing their integration to the international communities of the world. This momentous event was declared a holiday across the kingdom and the people were invited to witness the grand opening of the structure. King Munmu himself would attend though he would not be the one to give the royal ascendance and speech with regards to this achievement. Rolling out a device made of crystal and mithrilium, the foreign engineers would soon project a moving image of Silla's royal son in front of the crowd. Truly, the achievements of the outside world were quite the marvel to witness. The same could not be said of the prince's current state though. Though he was dressed in the majesty of his royal attire, the eyebags on his face were quite clear to those that witnessed the projection and his words would soon confirm just how tired he was.

"Loyal citizens of Silla! I thank you for your presence today in celebrating... this embassy opening!" The prince would take a momentary pause to regain his composure. Taking a deep breath before proceeding, he would expound about the wonders of the surface. "Uh, the surface world has quite the collection of luxuries and I would be remiss if I did not share them with you. In fact, I have spent the last few days constantly learning about their culture through these luxuries known as blue rays, completely unlike the manta rays of our domain. As such, I have asked the representatives of the Atlantean embassy to project an episode of this new media fascination of mine for the remaining time allotted to my speech. Glory to Silla!"

As the image of the prince dissipated, murmurs among the crowd started as they wondered what the prince had exactly meant. However, a new image replaced his royal highness. The crowd first fell to silence as a heavenly chorus began but this would eventually be followed by a cacophony of laughter as they witnessed the antics of this slob of a surface dweller seemingly afflicted with jaundice. Truly, this had to be the peak of surface comedy.
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Name - Robert "Rufus" Singer

Alias - Accelerate (AXLR8 if you're nasty.)

Age - 18

Mentor – Flash, and he hates it.

Status – Part-time

Personality - Arrogant, cunning, cynical.

Experience - With his powers? Two years. As a hero? Four weeks.

Powers - Hyperhuman metabolism and super speed. Body, senses and mind are all operating at hyperhuman levels. No known connection to the speed force. He can break the sound barrier in his sneakers and outrun a fighter jet if he's pushing himself.

Weaknesses - He cannot rely on Speed Force and its near infinite bullshit. He needs lots of food, sleep and a plan just like everyone else.

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He grew up mean in Boston. Irish descent since a few generations, Rufus came from a neighborhood where you'd throw punches first and leave the questions to the cops. Thing was, he wasn't very good at punching. With time, he learnt other skills to survive. The kid was good in school, but dropped out as soon as he entered high school. Shortly after his powers kicked in and then he read every book in the library in an afternoon. With his abilities he became something of a Robin Hood styled vigilante. He stopped some low level bad guys once he got a hang of his powers, and he realized that handguns are only supersonic when they leave the gun - afterwards they're slow. He moved from city to city, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, even if he was hard pressed to find anyone he qualified poorer than himself. Eventually his spree came to an end when he was met with the big strong heroes carrying membership cards to the Watchtower, and like every young Hyperhuman they come across, he was offered a choice.

Notes - Rufus was caught working a pickpocket circuit in Gotham City when by sheer bad luck the Retired Flash, Jay Garrick was in town, fighting Icicle Senior who was teaming up with Mr.Freeze. Garrick caught Rufus and offered the young runner a choice. Soon after, he was introduced to the current Flash and lead onto the team, provided he could behave.

Rufus has a strained relationship to the other speedsters, he disliked them before he met them and he dislikes them even more now. Garrick being the exception and took a liking to him, as a result Rufus sports one of Jays old tunics. Rufus would insist it's the only thing he could find that was friction resistant enough.

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"You understand the concept of SUPERspeed, right?" He asked, slurping his iced coffee in between jabs. His sparring partner getting ever more frustrated with each thrown hit, missing the younger boy ever so slightly. His feet always found a spot safe from the advances of the man pushing him towards the corner in the ring. His friends eyes glinted with excitement at the prospect. Each strike moved him to push himself a little further.
"Yeah, but your mind can't keep u-" Pausing to strain himself for a big haymaker once the speedster was pushed to the corner, which Rufus effortlessly avoided, climbing out and over the ropes of the boxing ring, leaping over Mike's shoulders, throwing his drink to the air and then standing up again behind Mike, in time to catch his drink. Giving him a soft push to his back. Mike grunted.
"Hey, Coach! Check the camera! He cheated!" The taller boy cried and coach nodded. "Yeah, Skinner loses. He left the ring." As he checked the high speed camera that was reacquired from Intergang by Rufus a few weeks back. Rufus shook his head.

"Yeah. But isn't this stupid, anyway? I could punch Mike so fast his chest lights on fire from friction alone. What purpose does this serve?" Finishing his Big Belly Burger XXK Bizarro Milkshake.

"Ain't you ever seen Karate Kid, Rufus?" Coach Stevenson questioned and Rufus shook his head.
"Movies are 24 frames per second. It would literally be more interesting for me to gouge my eyes out with a buttering knife."
Mike put a towel to his forehead.
"He's talking about wax On, wax off, Rufus. Small improvements make way for large change. You dodging me might save you from getting stabbed... Again." As Mike finished speaking an alarm on Rufus's smartwatch set off. Someone had tripped the silent alarm at the bank.

"Well, Miyagi, we'll see if you're right." He said, leaving in a blur.
"How did he know that, he hadn't seen the movi-" Stevenson was interrupted by Rufus reappearing in his tunic and uniform, having changed from his tank top and shorts.

He picked up his blue trucker hat from the table next to the computer as he smirked.
"I read the novelization." And with a boom that shook the windows, he was gone.
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Kijani was born to two wealthy, brilliant people who happened to dislike each other. Her conception was essentially an accident, and her parents married out of propriety rather than love. When she was eleven, she was kidnapped off the streets and held for ransom by an organization known as the Alpha Continuum. After about a month, she escaped and made it home to her parents. From that day on she was never quite the same. She promised herself she’d never let that happen to her again, no matter what it took. She became an emancipated minor at the age of fifteen, took her inheritance from her parents, and used it to start living life on her own terms.

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In a hidden pocket of Chicago’s underground tunnels, a young woman consulted a computer screen. On it was the face of a disheveled businessman, looking desperately into his webcam.

“Please, Origami. Those files can’t leak, it would end me.”

Kijani spoke into her microphone. It would digitally alter her voice, leaving a distorted masculine tone to hit this man’s ears. “I’m sorry, Mister Ross. But that is not my problem. My client paid me excellently for these files, and they will be public by tomorrow. Unless…”

“Unless?” There was a note of hope in Ross’s voice.

“Unless you can outbid my current client. Are you willing to pay the price?” She typed rapidly into her computer, knowing a hefty sum would now be blinking on Ross’s screen. It had better be; she had placed the hacking module in person.

His face fell. “That’s… a lot of money.”

“It is. How does it go, again? Ah, yes. ‘Your money, or your life.’” She chuckled, dryly. “You have 24 hours.” And she cut the connection. She waited 5 seconds before exhaling and removing her headset.

Her golden eyes were almost glowing with happiness. Shady businessmen were Origami’s bread and butter, and she was about to make a 10 million dollar sum. He’d pay to keep that secret. Most of them would rather sacrifice their cash than their ‘sterling’ reputations.

Kijani Ryane stretched, popped her back, and got up to make herself a latte.


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Initially born and raised in her hometown Lisburn, the only issues Sarina ever really had to deal with was overly nosey neighbours and the constant arguments and debates that would happen between her parents at home for reasons she could never really understand, she would spend most of her time alone in her room or hiding out. This didn’t help when her parents were often out because of their work, this in turn made Sarina become rebellious over time and often breaking the rules. Soon however; because the nature of her father’s work especially, the family was forced to move away to the U.S.

In her teenage years however, Sarina's life was plagued with troubles, not really fully adjusting to life in the U.S, her mother wanted out of the work they were doing, causing a rift between her parents, Sarina in the meantime continued to get into trouble, getting arrested several times. Problem was her father was a powerful man and organised a fake kidnapping of his own daughter. Sarina spend the rest of her teenage life stuck in a lab being testing on, her father ignoring her pleas, and where was her mother?

After years of hardly seeing the outside world, Sarina became Flamebird, one of the first to come out surviving the test’s, her powers gained from certain serums. Her father seemed more interested in a dynasty than a daughter, the group he was apart off wanting to make their own supervillains for their own ends. For years Sarina did their bidding, until she eventually began learning more of the truth of their work and plans, Sarina eventually turned on them.

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"Is it really a choice?"

It had been several days since the warehouse fight, Sarina was more than happy to go back out there and do her own thing, continue on the search for her target, after all it is personal for her. Still the circumstances of that night still played in her mind, not that she normally cared about such things, but now her enemies would be starting to learn she had teamed up with a titan at least. Cyborg and Arsenal had convinced her to meet again to talk, and that is how she found herself sitting on a park bench waiting.

She didn’t have to wait too long, her constant observation and expectation of some sort of ambush had her notice two men approaching her, to her surprise it was none other than Cyborg and Flash, it literally looked like three casually dressed individuals simply meeting up and nothing out of the ordinary.

“You actually turned up, I was expecting you to have already skipped town” Vic would begin.

Sarina had a sly smile showing. “I almost did, Considering I’m meant to be a villain and all, But I was curious what you had to say.” The trio began to through the park.

“Curiosity killed the cat”

“Why did you bring him again?” She pointed at Wally.

“Look we are not here to reignite hostilities” Cyborg momentarily raised his hands, before casually placing them down. “I will be real with you, there are those out there that would like nothing more than to put you in that super powered prison in Queens. But after your actions the other day, I managed to persuade them to give me a chance to offer you a choice, and it will be completely up to you.”

Sarina listened as Cyborg finished his sales pitch. It was true, she probably deserved to get locked away in all honesty, but why would a titan of all people try to put their neck out on the line for someone like herself? She surely didn’t deserve it in her mind. “I’m listening”

“There are two choices you have, the first being, we can go our separate ways, you would have a twenty-four hour reprieve, you can carry doing what you always have done, the other option will be forever closed and when you get captured you’ll be taken to Queens.” Cyborg paused for a moment allowing it to sink in. “The second option is to come joins us at Titans academy, especially after your recent actions.”

Sarina raised an eyebrow and stopped walking. “Is that really a choice? You’re basically telling to take my chances and possibly go to prison, or go to school”

“It is not a school; it is an academy.” Wally pitched in. “Your actions have opened up a rare opportunity, you could literally turn your life around, not always be the bad guy anymore, sure not all may forgive you, but you have a chance to use your powers for good, you could be a super hero.”

Sarina stifled a laugh. “Me a superhero? Sorry, but in what screwed up world would that ever be allowed to happen?”

“This one” Cyborg pipped in. “You have no idea just how much of an opportunity you got yourself into, honestly what have you got to lose in trying?” To be fair, he had a point, what did she have to lose? At this point she had more enemies than she did allies, what is the worst that could happen?


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Birthed in New York, Arina had invested a lot of her lifestyle volunteering for the "greater cause" or so she was told. The Lécuyer maintained a strong reputation, depicted as incredible wordsmiths; painting colourful lies in the blood of those sacrificed for "the cause". Torn from the womb of their lifeless Mother, she and her twin, Kenna led extremely different lifestyles as well as remote lifestyles - barely having anything to do with one aother, or even their older Brother, Christopher. Each of the Lécuyer siblinngs were subject to their own specialised training, often kept totally isolated, even their interactions with the maids kept to a minimum.

An incredibly old and noble family, the Lécuyer had a well established and successful mercenary group. Her Father, head of the family, was a cold soldier with the highest expectations for all of his children. According to her order in birth and the Lécuyer family customs, Arina’s role (outside of becoming a soldier to fight in their army) was assist her Brother in fulfilling his duties as the heir to the Lécuyer line. As fist born daughter, she was expected to expand the family’s fortune, influence and wealth through marriage. Groomed and primed to be the perfect wife, she was put through relentless and grim training sessions, learning the art of desire, manipulation and receiving the best education money could buy. Until such time as she was sold off to some arranged political deal, it was her duty to ensure smooth alliances and serve as the pillar of support for her Brother, in and out of field. With values and traditions so antiquated, Arina often questioned whether or not her Father and the Elders realised it was no longer fifteenth century France.

While other young children played in the field, with sticks or dolls, she spent her hours in a room of mirrors; she spent her hours in a space of glass, surrounded by mirrors, getting to know each and every muscle in her face, and how to manipulate it. For years, she refined the artwork of emotion and expression. She was only permitted to graduate to the next stage in her curriculum, adding combat into the mix, when she was able to maintain a cheerful expression without falter while being beaten within an inch of her life.

All whilst she accelerated her skills, she was subject to merciless and brtutal methods of training. full of life and nearly merciless strategies of education. In her early teens, she made her debut among the socialites of New York and the upper class of both national and international connections. She need to be versed in most subjects, she needed to be a fluent diplomat; and when being questioned in regards to even the most remote village in the world, it was imperative that she knew it so well, that when she answered the question, it would sound almost as if she were reading it from a book in her hands.

It is a well known fact, the Lécuyer Family gained so much success and power due to the fact they hailed from a repeating line of Meta-Humans. With this in mind, their main goal was to ensure the security and longevity of the Family and the Organisation.

When a Lécuyer child reached the age of Thirteen, they would undergo the Familys "Coming of Age" ritual. An event where the Meta-Human gene was force activated through a series of incredibly dangerous and grueling experiences that put them through high levels of physical and mental trauma. She barely made it through the ritual alive, and with no time to mentally process what had just taken place or understand her new abilities she was sent to join her siblings in the field.

Any independent thought or disobedience for the Lécuyer was to be slighted out at the first gesture of defiance. Techniques crafted by the Mercenary Faction for the sole use of destroying the spirit of those dared to defy the Lécuyer were eployed by her Father and exercised as correctional styles for Arina and her siblings. This would crush any fabrication of "dreams" and liberated ideals. In the same way a puppet was delicately handcrafted to the creator's desire, Arina was meticulously manufactured to serve the Family's goal, and there was no place for even the slightest derailment.

After the demise of her Father - assassinated by her Brother, Arina was suddenly thrown into what sould have been her Brother's place, as head of her Family and subsequently the next Commander of the Mercenary Faction; two titles she didn’t much care for. She had spent her entire life being moulded into a specific person who was suited for a specific function, only to find herself no longer relevant to that role with ten times the responsibility thrust upon her. She had never envied her Brother, always believing the future mapped out for him was even far more bleak than hers. And now she was in his shoes, with her Sister now set to fulfill a Arina had been primed for, she felt slightly ill. The one thing she had hated she was now free of; it was slightly sardonic, she thought, that escaping the future she dreaded, she landed herself in an even darker one.

It took her less than two months to throw in the towel, taking a good portion of the Family fortune and riches, she vanished. She grew weary appeasing the Board and the Lécuyer Elders, weary of living a life of murder and waging wars on behalf of the highest bidder and of appeasing the elders. And after a year of living independently and enjoying the luxuries of freedom, what was later labelled "The Lécuyer Incident" shattered her newfound peace.

In short, her twin Sister had sought her help, and while being pursued by their Brother, she led them straight to Arina. After her refusal to join Christopher in his new faction, a three way sibling argument, the complete annihilation of her new home and a three day hunt, in which she was the prey, her lack of control over her abilities had racked up a seven person body count.
In the course of being pursued by their brother, her sister sought her help and she led them straight to Arina. After she refused to join Christopher in his new group, a three way sibling argument, a three day hunt and her inability to control her abilities, fatigue and stress had caused a seven person body count, most of whom were innocent civilans.

She'd never say it, but she was immensely fortunate that Cyborg and Co. arrived at the right time; they drove her Brother and his crew back, forcing a withdwael, before turning on her to make her pay for the unwarranted hurt and destruction she'd caused.

It was then she was dealt the biggest insult she’d ever received: Cyborg gave her an ultimatum, both be a part of the Titans and examine to manipulate her lethal abilities in order to help her to control them; or face the law, taking most of the blame for “The Incident”. Everything in her screamed no, and her pride nearly precipitated her to take delivery of her Brother’s invitation out of pure spite. He gave her a deadline and an address.

She had four months to decide, and she considered at length how long she could run while being hunted by the Titans. The notion of joining a new Faction no better than her Family was no more pleasant. Addtionally, if she were caught, she'd spend the rest of her life locked away with different Meta-Humans with an affinity closer to the darker underworld. So, it was with relctance she appeared at Titans tower at the literal last second of the deadline with an unbelievable amount of suitcases, oil and polish for Cyclops and a book titled "How to Slow Down in Bed" for Flash.

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When he witnessed the death of Nicéphore Lécuyer and his only male heir, Pachid couldn’t say he hadn’t felt slightly relieved. Nicéphore had ruled over the Lécuyer with such an iron fist, it was often hard to breathe. With the mercenary army at his disposal, it was a widely known fact that the walls within the Lécuyer’s ground had eyes, and there wasn’t a single action that went unknown to him. As the future advisor to the next heir, one thing that often unsettled Pachid (Nicéphore’s cruel and sinister leadership aside) was the knowledge that when the Lécuyer Tyrant did eventually step down… or die… his rebellious, hot shot son would take his place. And while Pachid loved Christopher as if he were his own brother, the idea of a life spent narrowly avoiding major political fallouts because of his arrogant and fearless attitude had always felt like fuel to the already exhausting sickness that coursed through his bloodstream.

Simply serving as the right hand to the Lécuyer Family’s heir was tiring enough, and the knowledge that the rest of his days would be spent cleaning up the messes that had the potential to destroy one of the oldest and most revered Meta-Human Families in existence had often made him wonder if death were an easier choice. Thus it was, on the night that Nicéphore Lécuyer, head of his Family and Leader of the The Sacred Entente along with his only Son (and first born, next heir and second in command to The Sacred Entente) disappeared in exile, a strange feeling of relief flooded through him as he watched Arina, the Princess of the Lécuyer Family, and his new charge, stand over her Father’s body, in a visible state of unease. She was stained in his blood, the only sign of emotion on her features, the trembling of her fists.

In that moment, Pachid felt a sense of hope. Hope that after an era of ironfisted brutality and darkness, some form of normality and peace could take hold within the Family.

His moment of hope, however, quickly turned to bitter taste on his lips, accompanied by a heavy blow to the confidence he held in his own intelligence. As he attempted to help the young Lécuyer Princess navigate her way through the ocean of paperwork, research and revision in order for her to take over, he was slightly dismayed to realise just how alike she and her Brother really were. In fact, the only member in the main branch of the Lécuyer who could be deemed even close to what he’d consider ‘normal’ (at the very least, not unpredictably insane) was not Arina, but her twin Kenna.

The youngest of the twins, much to the misfortune of all who stood under the umbrella of the Lécuyer (along with those affiliated), had the terrible sense to finish the race from her mother's womb moments after Arina; effectively dooming them all to hell and placing a mark on the beginning of The Sacred Entente’s steady decline into complete destruction (in Pachid’s humble opinion).

It hadn’t even been a fortnight and it was an almost daily occurrence that he was met with either a feeling of dismay, disbelief or irritation; sometimes (or often), he was full of all three. As he took the seat in front of her late Father’’s desk, observing the thin Princess before him, his mood was just that. Although, he felt a new emotion that had been added to the cauldron in stomach, bubbling to the surface: anxiety... or panic - he was having trouble trying to figure out which it was. Yet, as he watched Arina fill out a form to transfer an enormous fortune into a personal account, he figured he’d soon find out as each stroke of her pen caused the pit in his stomach to deepen.

"When you said you wanted out, Arina, I didn't think you were serious."

His tone was blunt and void of emotion and he lazily leaned back, settling into the arms and allowing his body to slide down and she paused for a moment. Her vibrant light sapphire irises flickered up to his royal blue ones and her brow slightly furrowed with confusion as she almost pouted, gazing at Pachid as if he was unable to keep up.

"I don’t know what gave you that idea considering, I said, there’s no way I’m going to spend the rest of my days being dictated to by a board of directors who want nothing but power and wealth, and are willing to force me to sacrifice any values or freedom in order to give to them; I’d rather die… so the best course of action for all is my departure.”

Pachid raised an eyebrow at the girl, as her over dramatic and seemingly innocent gaze found his own indifferent one, and he noticed it somehow made her eyes look even larger; however, almost as soon as their eyes locked, her entire expression dropped into a blunt deadpan - her eyes losing all the life and vibrancy they had just held,

"If you interpreted that as sarcasm, that is entirely your fault - and you have no one to blame other than yourself."

She nonchalantly turned her attention back to the task at hand and he blinked twice in confusion at her matter of fact tone before his face scrunching a little as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. A silence filled the room as he tried to process the rambling and utter ridiculousness of what he'd just heard. He continued to stare at the paradox of a girl as if it would help him to further understand what was going on in her mind.

He felt frustration flash through his body, putting him on edge, and he inwardly tried to push it back down into the cauldron of uneasiness it had come from.

This girl.

She was on the brink of becoming one of the most powerful political figures in the defence industry. She was Leader of one of the most respected and oldest Families in France and now the States, a role she had only held for a day. Hand in hand with her position in the Family, the highest rank in The Sacred Entente was to be bestowed upon her. The only thing to do in order to attain said power, was be sworn in during the upcoming Ceremony and it would all be official.

However, after reading a travel magazine, she was now about to throw it all away. She hadn’t even taken a moment to stop and think about her actions and the effect they would have on the Family, as well as her. Within the hour of said magazine, she had been in the process of signing away her rank.

And she was doing this all on a whim.

He felt slightly ill as his irises followed the pen which looped around, forming the main section of her signature and a small part of him that hoped this was all some sort of elaborate prank; however, he felt as if he were coming to a dead end. A thought crossed his mind as he rested his chin in his palm, closing his eyes for a moment. She was less hot headed than her Brother and didn’t carry herself with the same arrogance that Christopher did. Despite this, however, she was equally as defiant to the ‘chains’ which bound her to the duties expected of her by the Family. It was painstakingly clear she had absolutely no interest in her new position, nor did she even pretend to care about making it appear as if she was taking her responsibilities the slightest bit seriously.

Pachid opened his eyes, his serious gaze now fixed on Arina. It was those traits that made her far more dangerous and unruly than her brother. Chris was a hot head, when he felt trapped, he would grow frustrated and rattle his ‘cage’ in anger - metaphorically, and physically. However, at the end of the day, like a bratty child, he could always be talked into the correct course of action, or, be simply and sternly told ‘No’.

Arina, on the other hand, did not have her brother's short temper. On a larger scale than her Brother, didn’t respond well to being dedicated to, by her own Board Members. When it all bubbled down down, her instinctual reaction whenever she felt the chains of Nobility begin to tighten, she would quickly and calmly come up with a solution that not only resulted in her getting exactly what she wanted, but doing so in a way that publicly boosted her popularity and severely impared the other Official Members of her Family and Army, out of pure spite. That realisation caused him to seriously consider bowing out of nobility with a sword to the abdomen and accepting the sweet embrace of death while he could, with his dignity still intact.
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Name - Jiřinka "Jiri" Zima
Alias - Gravitas
Age - 21
Mentor – Cyborg
Status – Full-time
Personality - Cocky - Protective - Insecure
Experience - 4 months
Powers -
Gravity Manipulation
Jiri has only relatively recently discovered her powers and with no formal training she has yet to gain anything resembling mastery of them. At the moment she is almost entirely restricted to affecting the gravity of herself and those in proximity to her. She is able to lift, manipulate and throw small objects, but anything including and heavier than a half full trash can would require concentration and effort.

She primarily uses her power to enhance her own abilities and alters her own personal gravity field to give herself enhanced strength, speed, and durability.

Outside of her powers, Jiri was trained from a young age by an authoritarian and disciplinarian father in various forms of Mixed Martial Arts from a young age and is an extremely talented hand-to-hand fighter. She has dabbled in countless fighting styles, but primarily draws from Muay Thai, Peek=A-Boo boxing, and Dutch Kickboxing in a striking sense. Her grappling style primarily consists of a focus on Brazilian Jiu-jitsu. She is proficient in Dagestani wrestling and Judo and is more than capable of getting her opponent to the ground and beating him to a pulp, but prefers the quick, less violent route of going for a choke or joint snap.
Weaknesses -
Jiri's enhanced durability does not extend to any non-impact based damage at the moment. Currently it softens the blows of blunt force trauma, but knives and the like will still cut her.

Another less obvious weakness is her insecurity. Years of living under her fathers instruction has given Jiri certain triggers that shake her confidence when activated. Being told that she isn't good enough or harsh criticism regarding something she has put effort into can upset her, among other things.
Appearance -
Jiri stands at about 5 foot 5 and still isn't used to being teased for being so short. She has a slim, fit physique and a bit of muscle is visible on her arms.

Her hair is platinum blonde/white, but her undyed brunette eyebrows give away her true hair colour. Ask her if it's dyed though and depending on how cute you are she might tell you the truth or not. She is rarely seen without her mother's red hair ribbon on her head, and even when she isn't wearing it she usually has it on her person. Her eyes are light blue, and a scar traces from just above her left eye down passed her cheekbone.
BRIEF Bio -


Jiri was born in Brno, Czechia and did not have a say in how most of her life so far has gone. Her parents couldn't have been more different, her mother loved Jiri with all of her heart and had she been around for the majority of her life it would have gone very differently. She unfortunately died after being hit by a drunk driver when Jiri was about 5. From this point on her father took over. He was already a bit of a strange person before this point. He was obsessed with Martial Arts, and his obsession only grew after he tore his ACL in his late 20s and was unable to compete anymore.

The death of his wife eliminated what little semblance of normalcy he had in him. Jiri's life from that point became martial arts and she was constantly in training for her next competition, never being allowed to properly socialise outside of her friends at training. While most parents would shout at their children for avoiding their school work to do anything else, Jiri's father was the opposite. He'd regularly talk about how useless school was and how Jiri should forget about education and focus on her fighting. For years Jiri was under his spell, doing as he said and sneaking school books and meetings with friends whenever she could. As she got older though the veil began to lift.

No matter what she did he was never happy. She'd consistently win high level competitions and he'd never even given her a "Well done." He'd just talk about what she could have done better and the next competiton they'd be entering. She grew tired of this, everyone else around her would congratulate her but her own father wouldn't. When it came time for her 19th birthday she moved out. It was a horrific process and her father did not make it easy, keeping all of her prize money for himself, but in the end she managed to get away.

And get away she did. A friend she'd met at an international tournament lived in Midway City and offered his spare room after she had explained the situation to him. They made the necessary arrangements and she moved halfway across the world and began a new life. She worked as a waitress to pay rent, avoiding martial arts like the plague for fear of reminding herself of her father. Life had other plans though. While walking home one night she stumbled upon a mugging that was about to get violent. She was about to walk by and call the police, but something spurred her into action. Before she knew it she'd flattened the guy and the police were on scene to arrest. Something had felt strange when she was fighting he mugger though. It was like everything had felt lighter and heavier at the same time. She decided that martial arts didn't have to be just something she did for her father, and decided to do it for herself.

As she began training though she noticed that feeling more and more. She couldn't quite pin down what it was until one day she accidentally lowered the gravity on a plate of spaghetti at the restaurant she worked at and sent meatballs and noodles flying all over the window. After this Jiri began to realise she had powers and started trying to train herself on how to use them. After a while she became confident enough to go out into the world and become a vigilante herself. Her exploits caught the eye of a certain Justice Leaguer and the rest of history.
Notes -

  • Has only lived in the US for about 2 years now so still has quite a strong Czech accent. Although her English is very good and it's only every now and then that she struggles to think of a word.
  • Wants to try more "traditionally feminine" activities since moving to the US since she wasn't able to previous and has felt embarassed asking anyone to teach her. She desperately wants to learn how to bake.
  • Her favourite movie is The Princess Bride
  • Has only ever been in one relationship and it was a highschool fling


SAMPLE POST -
Jiri sat on the blood and sweat stained stool panting as she stared at the white mat beneath her feet. She couldn't hear anything except the blood pounding in her ears, she'd felt this feeling a few times before. She'd been rocked by the last punch for sure.
"Are you even listening to me, girl?!" Her head snapped up to face the large, imposing, bearded Czech man standing in front of her. He had a scowl on his face and spoke again in Czech - a little trick to stop the other fighter's corner from hearing his advice. "You let her hit you, why?" Jiri looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak.
"I just-"
"Shut up"
She did. Her father began talking quickly to the two other men in Jiri's corner and they all began barking orders and instructions at her. She felt like she could cry. She was winning this fight why were they so mad with her? It was like she couldn't do anything right. She breathed in deeply, she hadn't even listened to anything they were saying to her by the time the bell had rung. She didn't care. She tried to make herself care about winning but she just wanted to go home and listen to music.

Wiping her eye quickly she stood up from the stool, raising her fists to her face and moving towards the centre of the octagon. Her opponent was no joke but Jiri was better. She felt shaken though, she was hesitating. A kick flew at her stomach which she took on the side, winding her slightly as more strikes began to push her up against the cage. She was defending herself but it was like she couldn't bring herself to hit back. The crowd were roaring, it was deafening. Jiri looked around the body in front of her, catching a glimpse of her father's uniform frown as he shook his head at her. She sunk lower. Why was she here? Getting punched in the face for him? Why is she letting this happen?

Something began to well up inside her. An anger she'd only felt in her quiet moments. Anger at her father and anger at herself. Her sadness turned to rage, JIri's eyes were like a jaguar as she started bobbing and weaving around the strikes pushing her against the cage. Seeing her opening, she ducked right under a left hook so that she could drill the fighters liver with a jab and a cross before sliding out away from the cage and back to the centre. The crowd cheered and the energy of the room ran through her. Jiri opened her arms out wide, taunting her opponent who rushed her. She saw it coming, ducking under a head kick and in one fluid motion grabbing her opponent by the stomach and slipping behind her. She tightened her grip and bent her knees before extending and bending her back, suplexing the fighter onto the mat and sliding over into a rear naked choke.

It was over. Her hand was raised. The crowd erupted. The car ride was silent.

Despite what she had done her father had barely said a word to her since leaving. Jiri rested her head on the cold window staring at the scenery passing by. Talking to her father was 10x as nerve wracking as being in that fight.
"So, dad, what did you think of the fight?" The silence was deafening. It was like he hadn't heard her he just kept staring down the road with his foot on the pedal. It was that way for a minute or two.
"I can't believe you let it get to the third round." The weight of what her father had just said made the words drop to the ground like bricks. She should have expected this but she never did. Jiri opened and closed her mouth. She was about to argue but what was the point. She turned and faced the window again, gripping her mothers hairband in her hand as she did.
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”BE NOT AFRAID. YET.”


-Name-
ME REMOVED
-Alias-
Chemaxzord
-Age-
22
-Mentor–
Flash
-Status–
Part-time
-Personality-
Aloof, High-strung, care-free
-Experience-
14 years
-Powers-
Malleable Physiology: The squishy bits of ME are capable of stretching, squishing and morphing into plant of general shape though anything complex is beyond his current capabilities.

Chemical Transmogrification: Objects coming into physical contact with Chemaxzord become putty in his living-putty hands. Like a gradual infection or radiation emitting from the physical touch of WE, the touched object’s chemical makeup can be slowly changed to WE’s will.

Mechanical host: The squishy bits that compose ME don’t have a skeleton and have trouble keeping together, let alone presentable on it’s own. Thanks to an ancient (and very much busted) Thangarian War-Droid that ME inhabits, keeping a more mobile form isn’t an issue and comes withe the boon of blocking blows from enemies and is pretty decent when lobbed at a foe.

-Weaknesses-
Temperature: Too hot and Chemazord’s insides begin to lose it’s ability to stay together and the gooey bits begin to ooze and have trouble keeping together. Too cold and the walking philosopher’s stone slimey bits begin to become rigid and run the risk of breaking off.

Slimey, not Slime: While ME appears to be a very viscous slime, he is more like a giant amoeba with a thick skin covered in mucus. As such he can probably take a bit more punishment than a human but nothing is going to pass through him harmlessly.

No Skeleton, Yo Problem: ME is more than capable of living and moving while not riding his mechanical steed but he will be much slower and much less capable, needing to divert a fair amount of effort just to stay together. Since arriving on Earth he’s been working on limiting his reliance on his mechanical body but the machine is like a crutch to little Timmy.

-Appearance-
The slimey bits of Chemaxzord constantly move and shuffle, oozing across the surface of it’s droid body and the metal body beneath is much the same. The metal body always seems to be just barely kept standing at any given movement. Overall the alien, metal body and all fluctuates between standing at 5’6” and 6’1”.

-BRIEF Bio-
Somewhere out in the dark nothingness that is space a flowing sea of green orbits a red sun, pulsating and flowing in a manner that looks anything but natural. In truth this planet’s surface is composed of a single, eternally contemplative entity that seemed to be stuck gaining enrichment from whatever space tossed it’s way. One of it’s many play things turned out to be an ancient ship with it’s sole droid occupant, long brought offline even before crash landing into the eldritch-esque beast.

The slimey beast, known only to itself as WE, poked and prodded the machinery in an effort to learn about it and bring some fun into it’s life. Much like an infinite amount of chimps with type writers, eventually WE punched in just the right combination of buttons and levers to reboot the somehow still functional ship and accidentally launching it back into the inky blackness of space though it now towed a severed ‘limb’ of WE which had been torn off after the doors shut.

The ship flew, drifted and knocked through the cosmos for eight years with little to no changes to it’s innards aside from the very slow healing of the still living limb, it’s random spams of movements eventually taking on more purpose as the years past. Retaining it’s progenitor’s curiosity, the limb would reach out and prod randomly at it’s environment, eventually bonding somewhat to the husk of the ship’s previous occupant to better move around the ship and provide itself some grounding. It’s curiosity eventually turned to knowledge and the once out of control ship was reined in by it’s new master and 21 years after it’s second voyage to the stars it was once more grounded on the planet Earth, leaving the removed shared of WE stranded and interacting with other life-forms for the first time.

-Notes-
* Met the Flash after the Justice League was called to look into an alien infection. Said infection was the ME unintentionally turning his surroundings to metal in an attempt to replicate his now destroyed home-ship.
* ME REMOVED was the the first thought ME can remember thinking, hence the origin of his name.

-SAMPLE POST-
“NEXT.” The alien called, rippling it’s membrane to call out the word. Behind the counter of the deli section at the local grocery store stood a mechanical man sporting an apron, gloves and a blob of what looked like snot from someone with the flu. Like everyone before, the next customer crept forward skeptically as the last customer quickly rushed away with their cut of meat.

“Hi… could I get 2- 300 grams of black for-“

“300 GRAMS OF BLACK FOREST IS COMING SOON.” the alien interrupted, grabbing the slab of meat and heading towards the saw. With very little grace, the slab of meat was slammed onto the machine and the alien began cutting away as another customer approached the line, letting out a yelp of surprise as her eyes landed on the alien’s visage, triggering all the tense onlooker in line to jump.

“I WILL BE HELP YOU IN A MOMENT MADAM. PLEASE GET THE LINE MADAM.” ME called over, extending his head up in the hopes of getting his voice to travel a little farther. This act caused some to leave the line, the oddity of the situation being too much for them. Another disruption from the tense calm came when the word ‘shoplifter’ was yelled across the store.

“ARE NOT ALL YOU SHOP LIFTER? WHY WITH EXCLAMATION DO THEY CALL?” ME asked the customers as he continued to sloppily slice.

“No. We’re not shop lifters.” the customer at the counter said defensively “a shoplifter is someone who steals and-“

“STEALS IS THIEVERY IS CRIMINAL! WE CLOSED FOR MOMENTS AND BEYOND. ME BE BACK IN LICKITY SPLIT.” ME called, leaving the meat on the slicer and clumsily vaulting (tossing) his body over (across) the counter and running for the front of the store. The customers were left mostly stunned but relived that the alien was gone. From somewhere further in the store’s attached deli, a normal looking human poked his head out with a bewildered look.

“Where’d the temp go?”
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Name - Liam Cassidy

Alias - Sacrifice

Age - 21 (September 5, 2001)

Mentor – Cyborg (I’m open to Flash if needed though)

Status – Full-time

Personality - Sincere, Hesitant, Envious

Experience - Very little. He only recently got accepted into the program and given his niche abilities he honestly doesn’t know what to expect for his future with the titans.

Powers - The ability to heighten / enhance the powers of his allies at the cost of a physical sacrifice. Example: Liam watches as his ally struggles to maintain the forcefield that stands as the only thing protecting civilians from falling rubble. He takes a deep breath and snaps his finger, activating his ability to amplify the powers of others. This gives his teammate just enough juice to hold the forcefield until the civilians are safe. Liam also possesses a heightened healing ability that teeters on the edge of being superhuman.

Weaknesses - Liam’s primary ability requires physical harm to be done to him in order to work. Yes he heals a bit faster than the normal human, but otherwise he is just a man. One who lacks the training or metahuman capabilities to feel like anything other than a burden to his teammates.

Bio-
Until recent years, Liam was just an average guy. Anxiety ridden, medicated for the chemical imbalances in his brain, and just trying to scrape by. That changed when his father drove him across the state to drop him off at college. About 45 miles from campus they suffered a car accident that caused their vehicle to roll over a dozen times.

Liam regained consciousness to find himself hanging upside down in the vehicle with smoke filling the air around him. His arm was trapped and the seatbelt was the only thing keeping him in place. He saw his father desperately trying to force the door open to get to him, but it was clear that the door was bent in place. Liam tried to force his arm free but was met with nothing but a stabbing hot pain.

What he didn’t notice at first was that when he tried to pull his arm free and the pain erupted within him, the air around him distorted and the smoke cleared in a line directly between him and his father. As this happened something surged within his father and he was able to pry the door out just a little bit further than before. Liam did the only thing he could think of in that moment and used his free hand to unbuckle his seatbelt. This caused the entire weight of Liam’s body to pull against his restrained arm. The pain was immense, but his arm stayed in place. With every second that Liam hung there the pain he felt pulsed through his body and the line of distorted air and smoke between him and his father grew more noticeable. Eventually, he took notice.

Moment after moment his pain surged a bolstering strength within his father that was beyond a man filled with adrenaline. They could feel and see this palpable connection of energy passing between them. His father grew stronger and stronger until finally he pried the door from its frame and was able to free his son. At that moment, Liam and his father realized that he wasn’t so average after all.



SAMPLE POST -
The pitter patter of rain on the car’s windows had a calming effect on Liam as his finger hovered over the call button on his phone. It wasn’t enough to ease the storm in his mind completely, but at least it was something to talk the edge off. The last few months of his life had been an absolute rollercoaster of emotions. Really you could say the last three years, but especially these recent months had pushed his Lexapro dosage to its breaking point. He hesitantly let his finger hit the button. Two long rings later a voice answered.

“Hey son, I was worried you weren’t going to be able to call before your flight. Everything good?” The voice was caring but cautious in tone.

“Yeah...I uh...I pulled in about ten minutes ago. It’s pouring rain here. Of course I didn’t bring an umbrella.” Liam let out a forced laugh before a few second pause that felt like minutes. “Can I ask you something? I don’t want you to judge me, but I feel like I have to say it.”

“Of course son…You can always ask me.”

“Does that mean you won’t?”

“Won’t what?”

“Judge me.” There was another pause. This one longer before his father replied.

“I’m not going to judge you son. Why would I? I am so proud of you.”

“Are you only proud of me because of this Titan Academy stuff? Because I’m joining it?”

“Of course that makes me proud. Is that so bad?”

“No…it’s not bad, dad, I just wonder what would happen if I didn’t go. If I didn’t join. I feel driving away right now and forgetting this whole thing but I know that it would disappoint you.” Liam’s voice cracked as the final words left his mouth. Another pause.

“Son, you can’t run from this. Look, when I was in the war there were many times I was afraid, but….” Before his father could finish Liam cut him off.

“I am not YOU dad. I’m not a soldier in a war or a fucking super hero. I’m fucked up and I have been for a long time. I wasn’t able to keep my shit together enough to stay in college. What makes you think I can be useful to them? I’m nothing but a liability.”

“I don’t believe that for a second and neither do you. What you can do is absolutely what a hero does. The very nature of your ability is all about helping others. You can be as much of a hero as any one of the Justice League or the Titans or…” Liam cuts him off again.

“But what if I don’t want to be a hero, dad? What if I just want a chance to fucking live? It was your dream to be a big bad war hero and a badass. That’s not my dream. I don’t even know who I want to be.”

“See that’s where you’re not seeing things clearly Liam. This is the greatest opportunity you’ll ever have to figure out who you are. Please…don’t waste this.”

“I just want to make you proud. I want you to be proud of ME…not what I can do or who you think I am...me.”

“I am proud of you son. No matter what. But I’m begging you. Don’t make a mistake that’s going to haunt you for the rest of your life. Do the right thing. Promise me.” There was a final pause between replies here. Much longer than before. Eventually, Liam answered.

“Okay. I promise. For you dad. I’ll give it everything I have. But...I have to go. The plane’s about to leave.” After the thought was finished Liam ended the call before his father could reply. No goodbyes...no thank you...It was time to go to work.
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