@CloseEnough I must admit this has kicked things up a notch...shit has indeed gotten real. Kit's approved.
Can't wait to get this RP of the ground!
Can't wait to get this RP of the ground!
MeowGoesKat
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7 yrs ago
Checking back in, how do they check for Variants to determine if they are human or not?
Name: Jessica Beadle
Alias: Lightning Bug
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Occupation: College student
Family: Gerald Beadle (Father), Susanne Beadle (Mother)
Personality: Jessie lives for the good times in life, endeavoring to make the most of every day. If she can go to bed happy and exhausted, she considers the day a success, no matter what happened elsewhere. family is very important to her, and Jessie loves to see a smile on her parents faces.
Jessie hates hardships and too much challenge, a personality flaw that led her to taking classes where her Variant powers could make the courseload easier. She tends to hop around from hobby to hobby once she gets the basics down, but before it ever gets too hard. The one exception is her love of music, which she listens to near-constantly.
Notoriety: Jessica Beadle: Unknown
Lightning Bug: Wanted
Class/Level: Class 6 (Sub-Classes 2 & 3), Yellow
Powers/Abilities: Electrical manipulation/Generation.
Jessie is able to generate electricity and unleash it at various levels, from a small static shock up to a powerful burst of lightning. She is also innately attuned to electrical flows, and can follow a current to its destination without tracing the wires.
Teleportation.
Jessie is able to travel instantaneously from one point to another, so long as she can see her destination. She is unable to teleport to a location on a screen or in a picture, only a real location within her range of vision.
Mild Technopathy
Jessie has an innate understanding of technological and computer systems. She is able to quickly understand nearly every system she comes across, and can find its weak spots with little effort.
Other Skills: Jessie enjoys tinkering with small gadgets, creating small but complex machines.
Equipment: Night-vision goggles, gerry-rigged charging port for her music player.
Bio: Jessie's story really begins with her father, a geneticist formerly working for the organization that became NOVA. He discovered the likelyhood that the Variant gene was hereditary, and not necessarily a random mutation as had been thought previously. He posited an unpopular opinion that the Variants were simply the next stage in human evolution and should be encouraged, not regulated. This opinion caused him to lose his position and have his doctorate stripped from him. Disgraced and ashamed, Gerald moved his small family to New Haven, where he and his wife eventually opened up a florist shop. When Jessie began to exhibit Variant abilities at a young age, her father was delighted and encouraged her to explore her abilities to their fullest.
Gerald taught his daughter Jessie that, because of her powers, the world was her oyster. Everything she wanted was within her grasp. Even thought many people would hate and fear her because she was different, he taught her that the Variants would win in the end. Because of this mindset, Jessie believes that Variants are better than the rest of the population, and should be able to do whatever they want. The laws regarding registration and regulation infuriate her, which is why she has worked to keep her identity hidden for so long.
Jessie has known hard times, as her family was not wealthy or particularly well-off, despite the shop her parents ran. It was while looking into college though, that Jessie had her first brush with the law. Realizing that she would never be able to afford the education she wanted and her parents said she deserved, Jessie put on a mask and robbed a bank. Though she only got away with a few thousand dollars, it was enough to put up as collateral for a student loan; and enough to give her an idea for where to get more cash when things got tough.
Even though Jessie breaks the law at a whim, considers most other people to be beneath her, and has little empathy for those she doesn't know, the girl still has some morals. She refuses to use her powers lethally, having no desire to become a murderer. She tries not to hurt people too much, leaving obviously sentimental things alone when rooting through safety-deposit boxes and the like. Above all, she does what she does for fun and money, not for fear or hate. Jessie has had a couple close encounters with the NHPD, but has so far managed to avoid being caught.
Alias: Lightning Bug
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Occupation: College student
Family: Gerald Beadle (Father), Susanne Beadle (Mother)
Personality: Jessie lives for the good times in life, endeavoring to make the most of every day. If she can go to bed happy and exhausted, she considers the day a success, no matter what happened elsewhere. family is very important to her, and Jessie loves to see a smile on her parents faces.
Jessie hates hardships and too much challenge, a personality flaw that led her to taking classes where her Variant powers could make the courseload easier. She tends to hop around from hobby to hobby once she gets the basics down, but before it ever gets too hard. The one exception is her love of music, which she listens to near-constantly.
Notoriety: Jessica Beadle: Unknown
Lightning Bug: Wanted
Class/Level: Class 6 (Sub-Classes 2 & 3), Yellow
Powers/Abilities: Electrical manipulation/Generation.
Jessie is able to generate electricity and unleash it at various levels, from a small static shock up to a powerful burst of lightning. She is also innately attuned to electrical flows, and can follow a current to its destination without tracing the wires.
Teleportation.
Jessie is able to travel instantaneously from one point to another, so long as she can see her destination. She is unable to teleport to a location on a screen or in a picture, only a real location within her range of vision.
Mild Technopathy
Jessie has an innate understanding of technological and computer systems. She is able to quickly understand nearly every system she comes across, and can find its weak spots with little effort.
Other Skills: Jessie enjoys tinkering with small gadgets, creating small but complex machines.
Equipment: Night-vision goggles, gerry-rigged charging port for her music player.
Bio: Jessie's story really begins with her father, a geneticist formerly working for the organization that became NOVA. He discovered the likelyhood that the Variant gene was hereditary, and not necessarily a random mutation as had been thought previously. He posited an unpopular opinion that the Variants were simply the next stage in human evolution and should be encouraged, not regulated. This opinion caused him to lose his position and have his doctorate stripped from him. Disgraced and ashamed, Gerald moved his small family to New Haven, where he and his wife eventually opened up a florist shop. When Jessie began to exhibit Variant abilities at a young age, her father was delighted and encouraged her to explore her abilities to their fullest.
Gerald taught his daughter Jessie that, because of her powers, the world was her oyster. Everything she wanted was within her grasp. Even thought many people would hate and fear her because she was different, he taught her that the Variants would win in the end. Because of this mindset, Jessie believes that Variants are better than the rest of the population, and should be able to do whatever they want. The laws regarding registration and regulation infuriate her, which is why she has worked to keep her identity hidden for so long.
Jessie has known hard times, as her family was not wealthy or particularly well-off, despite the shop her parents ran. It was while looking into college though, that Jessie had her first brush with the law. Realizing that she would never be able to afford the education she wanted and her parents said she deserved, Jessie put on a mask and robbed a bank. Though she only got away with a few thousand dollars, it was enough to put up as collateral for a student loan; and enough to give her an idea for where to get more cash when things got tough.
Even though Jessie breaks the law at a whim, considers most other people to be beneath her, and has little empathy for those she doesn't know, the girl still has some morals. She refuses to use her powers lethally, having no desire to become a murderer. She tries not to hurt people too much, leaving obviously sentimental things alone when rooting through safety-deposit boxes and the like. Above all, she does what she does for fun and money, not for fear or hate. Jessie has had a couple close encounters with the NHPD, but has so far managed to avoid being caught.
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@MeowGoesKat - Well, currently there is a blood test that can detect only the possibility of a person being a Variant. It's fairly new technology and it's unbelievably expensive. It's really not something widely used at the moment, so it's not like NOVA already knows all Variants from birth or anything. So you pretty much have to witness a Variant using their power in order to tell.
@Korkoa - Lightning Bug is very interesting. I love her background. She's good to go! :D
@Korkoa - Lightning Bug is very interesting. I love her background. She's good to go! :D
MeowGoesKat
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7 yrs ago
I think so far I'm the last to finish so I'll start mine tonight.
Name: Zoey Kasimir
Alias: Reaper
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at 6’2’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, and due to her active lifestyle has a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, topped with a pair of sunglasses she probably spent too much on considering a single outfit would go into the triple digits.
The only exception to this is a specific outfit, made to be as inconspicuous as possible. Reaper’s costume is simply a pair of loose jeans, gloves, an oversized hoodie, and runners – all in black to match the theme, of course. The only thing that makes it stand out at all is that on glancing beneath the large hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava – a cloth head cover – with the only openings being two eye holes; though her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and the size of the hoodie combined with a chest binding helps to hide her gender as well.
Occupation: Owner of various companies.
Family: Alyssa Kasimir [mother, deceased]. Zaden Kasimir [father]. No family on father’s side; grandparents, aunt and cousins on mother’s.
Personality: Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s a bit thoughtless, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is rather naïve about ‘common’ life as well as the value of a dollar – for example she’s legitimately never been on a bus before, nor understanding of why people would want to go on it either.
Notoriety: Unknown.
Class/Level: Class 4 / Yellow
Powers/Abilities: Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only a few ever standing out from the larger picture, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for or even create temporary connecting veins in a human’s body, so precise were his shadows. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.
Other Skills: Money. Sambo martial arts. Keeps fit with a personal gym. Is a surprisingly avid hunter, becoming quite patient waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle. Lastly has the ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.
Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary.
Bio: As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, as aside from successful companies passed down the family line Zaden Kasimir himself was a talented surgeon who was very highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well and even hired a bodyguard – female, and not much older so that she wouldn’t feel oppressed. Zaden was rather pleased they hit it off, but his worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Her newfound bodyguard initially attempted to dissuade her, but as Zoey couldn’t be convinced otherwise – and really, what better way to practice her self defense? – Jasper was joining her charge. What few criminals there were wiped out quickly – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went nowhere, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the hunting grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down and Jasper alerted Zaden to his daughter’s disappearance he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – between his money, connections, and private doctor it was soon known he was the only one in his family with even a hint of these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey soon threw herself headlong into the workings of the family companies, moving across the country to the base of Kasimir Realty in New Haven with Jasper following dutifully. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
Alias: Reaper
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at 6’2’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, and due to her active lifestyle has a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.
Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, topped with a pair of sunglasses she probably spent too much on considering a single outfit would go into the triple digits.
The only exception to this is a specific outfit, made to be as inconspicuous as possible. Reaper’s costume is simply a pair of loose jeans, gloves, an oversized hoodie, and runners – all in black to match the theme, of course. The only thing that makes it stand out at all is that on glancing beneath the large hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava – a cloth head cover – with the only openings being two eye holes; though her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and the size of the hoodie combined with a chest binding helps to hide her gender as well.
Occupation: Owner of various companies.
Family: Alyssa Kasimir [mother, deceased]. Zaden Kasimir [father]. No family on father’s side; grandparents, aunt and cousins on mother’s.
Personality: Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s a bit thoughtless, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is rather naïve about ‘common’ life as well as the value of a dollar – for example she’s legitimately never been on a bus before, nor understanding of why people would want to go on it either.
Notoriety: Unknown.
Class/Level: Class 4 / Yellow
Powers/Abilities: Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only a few ever standing out from the larger picture, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.
Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for or even create temporary connecting veins in a human’s body, so precise were his shadows. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.
The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.
Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.
Other Skills: Money. Sambo martial arts. Keeps fit with a personal gym. Is a surprisingly avid hunter, becoming quite patient waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle. Lastly has the ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.
Equipment
Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.
First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary.
Bio: As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, as aside from successful companies passed down the family line Zaden Kasimir himself was a talented surgeon who was very highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.
It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.
Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.
It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.
Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.
When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well and even hired a bodyguard – female, and not much older so that she wouldn’t feel oppressed. Zaden was rather pleased they hit it off, but his worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Her newfound bodyguard initially attempted to dissuade her, but as Zoey couldn’t be convinced otherwise – and really, what better way to practice her self defense? – Jasper was joining her charge. What few criminals there were wiped out quickly – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.
It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.
‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.
It was such a small thing. Obviously it went nowhere, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.
As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.
Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.
Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.
Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the hunting grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down and Jasper alerted Zaden to his daughter’s disappearance he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.
“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“
“She was going to take you away from me.”
No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – between his money, connections, and private doctor it was soon known he was the only one in his family with even a hint of these abilities.
Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey soon threw herself headlong into the workings of the family companies, moving across the country to the base of Kasimir Realty in New Haven with Jasper following dutifully. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.
It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.
I'll add Jasper's CS later. Now approve me, Arti. ]:<
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@Blazion Nice job! Zoey is approved...can't wait for Jasper!
L4dyH4wke A Small Hawke
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Name: Alice Logston
Alias: Alice Davis-Green
Age: 36
Gender: female
Appearance: Alice is a fairly tall individual, standing lithe at 6' 2". she is thinly built, but very athletic. Alice likes to change her appearance regularly, but her hair is usually shoulder length and dyed red or purple. Alice is fairly active, although her mannerisms say otherwise. She knows several fighting styles. Alice is a jeans and leather jacket type girl, always wearing boots.
Occupation: Owner and operator of Wonderland, a bar on the docks. She lives in the apartment above the bar, and rents out rooms above it as well.
Family: Alice has no living parents, and assumed her younger brother Thomas was dead after an accident. Her brother lives and has a wife, Bethany; and one daughter, Wrenly Monroe. Thomas was adopted under the name Monroe.
Personality: Alice is a hard to read person. She keeps her emotions hidden behind a mask of indifference and sarcasm. She knows her loyalty is bought and sold, and believes that human interaction is "just business". This does not mean she doesnt care about her circle of friends or family, but that she knows to keep her interactions private. She means well, however cold and harsh she my come off.
Notoriety: Registered (Alice Logston)
Class/Level: Telepath, yellow (potentially red)
Powers/Abilities: Alice is a mid level telepath, able to affect people's subconscious minds by projecting her own emotions and with concentration, thoughts and ideas. She can persuade someone to believe they are invulnerable, or that they are in great pain, but only in emergency situations. this can be seen by her giving a group of people an adrenaline burst to help her escape, or causing the feeling of a migrane to someone to hurt them. Alice uses her power to convince people to aid her cause, whatever that may be. She has used this to start riots or protests, but can only influence a handful of people at a time. She can affect emotions like fear or lust, but only on those who have a weaker mind. If someone is "gullible" or if they have let their guard down with alcohol or drugs she can work easier. If someone were to have a strong will and sense of morality, she cannot affect them as easy if at all. She also cannot make someone do something entirely against their nature or moral code. She also has the ability to place a "block" on those few she deems worthy, making her unable to influence them at all. Alice has better control of her power in her age, but still fears that she is influencing people she cares about without meaning to. Her upper limit for control is about five to six people at once.
Other Skills: Alice knows Judo, Krav maga, has weapons training and carries a few knives.
Equipment: Alice keeps two knives on her, a switchblade in her jacket and a hunting knife in her boot. Also carries a gun in her jacket.
Bio: Alice was a fairly well adjusted kid, with a loving family and a small group of friends. She was fairly introverted, with her younger brother Thomas being the troublemaker of the family. She started to influence people around her in her early teens, not realising that it was her powers and not really her. This lack of knowledge cost her dearly when she was seventeen, after a fight with her parents she was so upset she accidentally influenced a robber to shoot out of fear during a home invasion. The police got invloved and when the children were sent into the foster system, it was discovered that Alice had manifested powers, while Thomas was negative. Alice was conscripted by the government, trained and effectively turned into the Hero forces weapon. Thomas was immediatley adopted into a government family and placed into a form of the witness protection program, erasing his identity from records. Alice is told her brother was killed in a train accident a few years after her training, and works diligently for the government until learning of the coverup and location of her brother. Realizing she has been manipulated, Alice goes AWOL during a mission, disappearing from the governments watchful eyes and spending years building a new alias and lifestyle. Alice reunites with her brother, who thinks that she was adopted into the same system as he was. He is unaware of her powers. She set up the bar in the city after a few years to keep an eye on the comings and goings of other Hero Force members, as well as keeping her niece Wren safe and out of the governments clutches.
Alias: Alice Davis-Green
Age: 36
Gender: female
Appearance: Alice is a fairly tall individual, standing lithe at 6' 2". she is thinly built, but very athletic. Alice likes to change her appearance regularly, but her hair is usually shoulder length and dyed red or purple. Alice is fairly active, although her mannerisms say otherwise. She knows several fighting styles. Alice is a jeans and leather jacket type girl, always wearing boots.
Occupation: Owner and operator of Wonderland, a bar on the docks. She lives in the apartment above the bar, and rents out rooms above it as well.
Family: Alice has no living parents, and assumed her younger brother Thomas was dead after an accident. Her brother lives and has a wife, Bethany; and one daughter, Wrenly Monroe. Thomas was adopted under the name Monroe.
Personality: Alice is a hard to read person. She keeps her emotions hidden behind a mask of indifference and sarcasm. She knows her loyalty is bought and sold, and believes that human interaction is "just business". This does not mean she doesnt care about her circle of friends or family, but that she knows to keep her interactions private. She means well, however cold and harsh she my come off.
Notoriety: Registered (Alice Logston)
Class/Level: Telepath, yellow (potentially red)
Powers/Abilities: Alice is a mid level telepath, able to affect people's subconscious minds by projecting her own emotions and with concentration, thoughts and ideas. She can persuade someone to believe they are invulnerable, or that they are in great pain, but only in emergency situations. this can be seen by her giving a group of people an adrenaline burst to help her escape, or causing the feeling of a migrane to someone to hurt them. Alice uses her power to convince people to aid her cause, whatever that may be. She has used this to start riots or protests, but can only influence a handful of people at a time. She can affect emotions like fear or lust, but only on those who have a weaker mind. If someone is "gullible" or if they have let their guard down with alcohol or drugs she can work easier. If someone were to have a strong will and sense of morality, she cannot affect them as easy if at all. She also cannot make someone do something entirely against their nature or moral code. She also has the ability to place a "block" on those few she deems worthy, making her unable to influence them at all. Alice has better control of her power in her age, but still fears that she is influencing people she cares about without meaning to. Her upper limit for control is about five to six people at once.
Other Skills: Alice knows Judo, Krav maga, has weapons training and carries a few knives.
Equipment: Alice keeps two knives on her, a switchblade in her jacket and a hunting knife in her boot. Also carries a gun in her jacket.
Bio: Alice was a fairly well adjusted kid, with a loving family and a small group of friends. She was fairly introverted, with her younger brother Thomas being the troublemaker of the family. She started to influence people around her in her early teens, not realising that it was her powers and not really her. This lack of knowledge cost her dearly when she was seventeen, after a fight with her parents she was so upset she accidentally influenced a robber to shoot out of fear during a home invasion. The police got invloved and when the children were sent into the foster system, it was discovered that Alice had manifested powers, while Thomas was negative. Alice was conscripted by the government, trained and effectively turned into the Hero forces weapon. Thomas was immediatley adopted into a government family and placed into a form of the witness protection program, erasing his identity from records. Alice is told her brother was killed in a train accident a few years after her training, and works diligently for the government until learning of the coverup and location of her brother. Realizing she has been manipulated, Alice goes AWOL during a mission, disappearing from the governments watchful eyes and spending years building a new alias and lifestyle. Alice reunites with her brother, who thinks that she was adopted into the same system as he was. He is unaware of her powers. She set up the bar in the city after a few years to keep an eye on the comings and goings of other Hero Force members, as well as keeping her niece Wren safe and out of the governments clutches.
L4dyH4wke A Small Hawke
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Name: Wrenly Alice Monroe
Alias: Wren, Shifter
Age: 20
Gender: female
Appearance: Wren is average height, 5' 5". She is lean and muscular, with the build of a runner. She has short hair, a reddish brown color. Her eyes are a stormy grey color. Wren wears glasses, which usually have tape on them from constantly being broken. She is fond of hoodies and sweatpants, kahkis and sweaters, or anything loose fitting and baggy. Wren always has a satchel to carry textbooks and her clothes, as well as her sketchbooks.
Occupation: college student, part time server at Wonderland bar, part time badguy
Family: Thomas Monroe, father. Bethany Monroe, mother. Alice Davis-Green, aunt.
Personality: Wren is very sarcastic and often grumpy sounding. She likes to be alone most times, preferring the company of nature to the hectic sounds of the city and the people in it. She is fiercely loyal to those she deems worthy of her friendship, however she is very independent. She is out to make her way in the world, and no one or thing is going to stop her. Wren is highly intelligent, and very good at managing her time and alibis. Wren is also very curious, wanting to learn anything and everything she can. She often times got into trouble as a child for snooping. Wren is enamored with all things nature has to offer, but has an espacial love of the ocean.
Notoriety: Unregistered
Class/Level: Shapeshifter, Green
Powers/Abilities: Wren can shift her form into the shape of any animal of her choice, so long as she has a sufficient understanding of their behaviors and anatomy. She preferrs to take the form of birds or other small animals, such as dogs or cats. On occasion she will take the form of a fox, but she tends to stick with what she knows. Wren is limited to animals she has spent a lot of time studying, as well as animals of a size similar or smaller to her. She is also limited by biological restraints, she must breathe air so no sea creatures or insects. She can only shift if she has full concentration, and cannot shift partially yet. Wren also has to consume a massive amount of calories after shifting, as it takes a huge toll on her body to do so.
Other Skills:Wren is an avid reader, a decent pickpocket, knows how to pick simple locks, and can draw very well
Equipment:Wren keeps a satchel with her schoolbooks and art supplies, as well as a small lockpicking kit. She also keeps a spare pair of glasses, and a horde of snacks.
Bio: Wren grew up well taken care of in a fairly large house, courtesy of her fathers government ties. She had free reign of the house and the grounds, and learned from one of the staff how to open the locked doors of the property. Her mother is an Ornithologist, and the house she grew up in was full of various species of birds. Wren learned from her father to draw, and spent many years sketching and learning about the birds. She discovered her powers young, spending so many hours with a barn owl that she shifted unknowingly. It was a big ordeal and was swiftly covered up by her parents, fearing the governments involvement. Her father was increasingly worried about the fate of his daughter, trying desperately to hide her "condition" from her. His wife, however, had a different mindset and encouraged Wren to learn how to shift back and forth and test her boundaries in a safe space. Wren was well loved but longed for freedom and independence of her own, away from the protective gaze of her parents. She began sneaking out at night, running away to the city to see the sights and rebel a bit, often stealing cars and picking pockets. After one such incident led to her almost getting arrested, her aunt Alice came to the rescue and offered to give her asylum in the city should she ever need it. Wren was returned home and placed into a strict boarding school as punishment, fueling her need for independence once more. Wren graduated from the school, and returned home to her family. She enrolled in a college in the city, hoping for the freedom she desired. Her father had already arranged for her to go to a prestigious school in the countryside and upon discovering this Wren shifted and ran away. She made her way to the city, to go to the college she chose. She fell in with a group of Variants, living in the slums of the city and committing petty crimes to pay for her tuition. After a botched bank heist, she was once again rescued by her aunt Alice, who gave her a room above her bar and a part time job to help pay her tuition. She is given the freedom she desires, but is kept in check by her aunt. Her father is aware of her whereabouts, and is sending money for her care to his sister without the knowledge of Wren.
Alias: Wren, Shifter
Age: 20
Gender: female
Appearance: Wren is average height, 5' 5". She is lean and muscular, with the build of a runner. She has short hair, a reddish brown color. Her eyes are a stormy grey color. Wren wears glasses, which usually have tape on them from constantly being broken. She is fond of hoodies and sweatpants, kahkis and sweaters, or anything loose fitting and baggy. Wren always has a satchel to carry textbooks and her clothes, as well as her sketchbooks.
Occupation: college student, part time server at Wonderland bar, part time badguy
Family: Thomas Monroe, father. Bethany Monroe, mother. Alice Davis-Green, aunt.
Personality: Wren is very sarcastic and often grumpy sounding. She likes to be alone most times, preferring the company of nature to the hectic sounds of the city and the people in it. She is fiercely loyal to those she deems worthy of her friendship, however she is very independent. She is out to make her way in the world, and no one or thing is going to stop her. Wren is highly intelligent, and very good at managing her time and alibis. Wren is also very curious, wanting to learn anything and everything she can. She often times got into trouble as a child for snooping. Wren is enamored with all things nature has to offer, but has an espacial love of the ocean.
Notoriety: Unregistered
Class/Level: Shapeshifter, Green
Powers/Abilities: Wren can shift her form into the shape of any animal of her choice, so long as she has a sufficient understanding of their behaviors and anatomy. She preferrs to take the form of birds or other small animals, such as dogs or cats. On occasion she will take the form of a fox, but she tends to stick with what she knows. Wren is limited to animals she has spent a lot of time studying, as well as animals of a size similar or smaller to her. She is also limited by biological restraints, she must breathe air so no sea creatures or insects. She can only shift if she has full concentration, and cannot shift partially yet. Wren also has to consume a massive amount of calories after shifting, as it takes a huge toll on her body to do so.
Other Skills:Wren is an avid reader, a decent pickpocket, knows how to pick simple locks, and can draw very well
Equipment:Wren keeps a satchel with her schoolbooks and art supplies, as well as a small lockpicking kit. She also keeps a spare pair of glasses, and a horde of snacks.
Bio: Wren grew up well taken care of in a fairly large house, courtesy of her fathers government ties. She had free reign of the house and the grounds, and learned from one of the staff how to open the locked doors of the property. Her mother is an Ornithologist, and the house she grew up in was full of various species of birds. Wren learned from her father to draw, and spent many years sketching and learning about the birds. She discovered her powers young, spending so many hours with a barn owl that she shifted unknowingly. It was a big ordeal and was swiftly covered up by her parents, fearing the governments involvement. Her father was increasingly worried about the fate of his daughter, trying desperately to hide her "condition" from her. His wife, however, had a different mindset and encouraged Wren to learn how to shift back and forth and test her boundaries in a safe space. Wren was well loved but longed for freedom and independence of her own, away from the protective gaze of her parents. She began sneaking out at night, running away to the city to see the sights and rebel a bit, often stealing cars and picking pockets. After one such incident led to her almost getting arrested, her aunt Alice came to the rescue and offered to give her asylum in the city should she ever need it. Wren was returned home and placed into a strict boarding school as punishment, fueling her need for independence once more. Wren graduated from the school, and returned home to her family. She enrolled in a college in the city, hoping for the freedom she desired. Her father had already arranged for her to go to a prestigious school in the countryside and upon discovering this Wren shifted and ran away. She made her way to the city, to go to the college she chose. She fell in with a group of Variants, living in the slums of the city and committing petty crimes to pay for her tuition. After a botched bank heist, she was once again rescued by her aunt Alice, who gave her a room above her bar and a part time job to help pay her tuition. She is given the freedom she desires, but is kept in check by her aunt. Her father is aware of her whereabouts, and is sending money for her care to his sister without the knowledge of Wren.
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Artifex Mightier than the Sword
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@L4dyH4wke Both characters are good, Hawke! (bout frickin time... :P)
L4dyH4wke A Small Hawke
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@Artifexwhat was that? do i hear a "lets do this madness"?
CloseEnough You live by the creed, you die by the creed.
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OH MY GOD YOU ARE ALIVE!!!
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Thats right 
Ryteb Pymeroce The Emerald Mage
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Name: Zane Wulf
Alias: Black Knight
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Occupation: Private Detective
Family: Peter Wulf (foster father, deceased), Marcus White (Father, deceased), Evaline White (Mother, Deceased)
Personality: Zane is a stoic man, with a strong sense of justice. This often leads him to go beyond the law to punish those who use their influence or technicalities in the legal system to escape conviction. He tries not to form emotional attachments, as he has lost too many friends and relatives to put himself through that pain again, but his natural empathy draws him in to his clients and takes every case as personally as you can get.
Notoriety: None (Zane), Wanted (Black Knight)
Class/Level: Class 2 / Yellow Level
Powers/Abilities: Black Knight's Armour: Zane's power is based around an armour that manifests itself around him when he wills it. While wearing that armour, Zane is ten times stronger than he normally is, can run up to 40mph, and is immune to most kinds of gunfire. In addition, the armour can produce blades for him to fight with, usually a longsword as that's the weapon he's most comfortable using.
Other Skills: Zane is a trained sword-fighter, and hand-to-hand combatant. Even without his armour, he is able to disarm an armed gunman from ten feet away without too much of a hassle. As a private detective, he is skilled in seeking out information and in well versed in matters to do with the law.
Equipment: A well cared for wooden sword, which he uses in his detective work.
Bio: From a young age, Zane's parents had taught him to uphold the roles of a knight. To be a man of justice and smite down all evil in his path. By the time he was five, he had started learning kickboxing at a gym, under the tutelage of Peter Wulf, a close friend of the family. Life was good for the young boy, as he trained day and night to become a true fighter. However, two years later, tragedy struck. His parents were caught in a fight between gangs, and were killed. Zane was training at the time, and so escaped that fate. It was at their funeral that he promised them to become a knight of justice, and make sure no one else would experience that level of pain.
Peter took Ryteb in as a son, as he had always wanted a child but never found the time to settle down. In addition to teaching Zane kickboxing, he also educated him on the path of the longsword, and fighting with smaller blades, like knives. In pursuit of his goal of justice, studied to become an officer of the law, and even succeeded. But he became disillusioned with them, as the precinct keep shoving crimes under the rug, as apparently they "weren't important enough" to be investigated. After doing some digging, he found that many officers at the precinct were taking bribes from the gangs to look the other way. When he learned of this his rage just exploded out, and he unlocked his powers for the first time. Seeing the potential of this armoured form, he quit the precinct to become a private detective, while waging war on the gangs that plagued his city. This war claimed the lives of everyone he cared about, from his friends, to his lover, to Peter. He continues the fight alone, one case at a time, trying to save his city from the scum who wish to put themselves above the law.
Alias: Black Knight
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Occupation: Private Detective
Family: Peter Wulf (foster father, deceased), Marcus White (Father, deceased), Evaline White (Mother, Deceased)
Personality: Zane is a stoic man, with a strong sense of justice. This often leads him to go beyond the law to punish those who use their influence or technicalities in the legal system to escape conviction. He tries not to form emotional attachments, as he has lost too many friends and relatives to put himself through that pain again, but his natural empathy draws him in to his clients and takes every case as personally as you can get.
Notoriety: None (Zane), Wanted (Black Knight)
Class/Level: Class 2 / Yellow Level
Powers/Abilities: Black Knight's Armour: Zane's power is based around an armour that manifests itself around him when he wills it. While wearing that armour, Zane is ten times stronger than he normally is, can run up to 40mph, and is immune to most kinds of gunfire. In addition, the armour can produce blades for him to fight with, usually a longsword as that's the weapon he's most comfortable using.
Other Skills: Zane is a trained sword-fighter, and hand-to-hand combatant. Even without his armour, he is able to disarm an armed gunman from ten feet away without too much of a hassle. As a private detective, he is skilled in seeking out information and in well versed in matters to do with the law.
Equipment: A well cared for wooden sword, which he uses in his detective work.
Bio: From a young age, Zane's parents had taught him to uphold the roles of a knight. To be a man of justice and smite down all evil in his path. By the time he was five, he had started learning kickboxing at a gym, under the tutelage of Peter Wulf, a close friend of the family. Life was good for the young boy, as he trained day and night to become a true fighter. However, two years later, tragedy struck. His parents were caught in a fight between gangs, and were killed. Zane was training at the time, and so escaped that fate. It was at their funeral that he promised them to become a knight of justice, and make sure no one else would experience that level of pain.
Peter took Ryteb in as a son, as he had always wanted a child but never found the time to settle down. In addition to teaching Zane kickboxing, he also educated him on the path of the longsword, and fighting with smaller blades, like knives. In pursuit of his goal of justice, studied to become an officer of the law, and even succeeded. But he became disillusioned with them, as the precinct keep shoving crimes under the rug, as apparently they "weren't important enough" to be investigated. After doing some digging, he found that many officers at the precinct were taking bribes from the gangs to look the other way. When he learned of this his rage just exploded out, and he unlocked his powers for the first time. Seeing the potential of this armoured form, he quit the precinct to become a private detective, while waging war on the gangs that plagued his city. This war claimed the lives of everyone he cared about, from his friends, to his lover, to Peter. He continues the fight alone, one case at a time, trying to save his city from the scum who wish to put themselves above the law.
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Artifex Mightier than the Sword
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@Ryteb Pymeroce Very intriguing character. I like his powers...not something you usually see. Everything looks good and he's approved. Welcome to the RP! :D
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Welcome to the fun Ryteb.
Ryteb Pymeroce The Emerald Mage
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Glad to be here. I'm ready to dispense venge- I mean justice. Yes, justice...
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So, everyone, whats the plan?
Ryteb Pymeroce The Emerald Mage
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Be a superhero, avoid my civilian identity getting discovered by NOVA and kill a bunch of bad guys.
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