[CHAR] Worm - The Malfesant Throne

PRT/Protectorate

Praetor

Praetor

Information

Cape Name: Praetor
Real Name: Cain McCray
Theme Song: Army

Aspects

High Concept: Dogmatic Hero-General
Trouble: Bright Lights, Long Shadow
Origin: Fighting the Good Fight
Growth: Watching the Walking Death
Adventure: Mandated By The People

Abilities

PRT Rating: Master 9, Thinker 4, Mover 2

Army Materialisation: Praetor possesses the ability to summon literal armies of spectral clones based off various mental images. There are very few restrictions on exactly what kinds of constructs he can think up, except that there must be many copies. He can see through their eyes, using flocks of gold, shimmering ravens as recon drones, and dictate orders to them on the fly.

Multitasking: Controlling hundreds and hundreds of actions at once wouldn't be possible without superhuman levels of information processing. He can take in massive amounts of sensory processing from his clones, distribute specific orders to specific groups or even individual clones as fast as anyone else can give instructions to their own body.

Flight: In addition to his other powers, Praetor can fly, although not nearly as strong as most capes who can. In a straight line, he can manage roughly double the speed limit of cars on the road.

Director Underwood

Director Underwood

Information

Cape Name: None
Real Name: Alexis Underwood
Theme Song: Born Ready

Aspects

High Concept: Directing A Theatre of War
Trouble: Haunted By A Lonely Ghost
Origin: Cynicism is a Way of Life
Growth: Climbing the Ranks
Adventure: Top of the Bottom Rung

Professional Record

Years of Service: 9

Notable Feats: During her younger days, she led a PRT strike squad against one of the budding parahuman gangs in Boston. Despite coming under heavy attack from various superhuman threats, her team neutralised the entire gang with only a single casualty.

Vector

Vector

Information

Cape Name: Vector
Real Name: Astrid Carter
Theme Song: Shoot to Thrill

Aspects

High Concept: Devastation, At the Speed of Light
Trouble: We All Have A Past
Origin: A Favour For A Friend?
Growth: The Arrow
Adventure: Unwilling Maternal Figurehead

Abilities

PRT Rating: Tinker 6

Archery Specialisation: Vector's tinker penchant is all things archery-related. This primarily covers bows. Her signature weapon is a heavily modified composite bow, augmented to fire energy bolts instead of arrows. This energy can be fire off under restrain to capture foes, or fully released to cook them alive. Her armour was designed by the Protectorate to give maximal movement while still providing defence, however the helmet was of her own making and comes equipped with a HUD capable of leading even parahuman targets from several blocks away.

Pallas

Pallas

Information

Cape Name: Pallas
Real Name: Walter Devol
Theme Song: I WIll Fail You

Aspects

High Concept: Titanic Force For Justice
Trouble: Drinkin' Away The Guilt
Origin: Taken Too Soon
Growth: The Gambling Man
Adventure: Won't Ever Lose Hope

Abilities

PRT Rating: Tinker 8

Tinker Specialisation: Energy Optimisation in Armoured Platforms - Dealing primarily with the systems of heavy-duty mech suits, Pallas has crafted a number of impressive models, not unlike the kind of thing that Dragon can produce. The difference is, that while her crafts are unmanned, Pallas's are suits rather than drones, and always require an operator. He currently operates four main suits.

ZELUS - An 12-foot anti-Endbringer suit specialised in duelling single targets. With a great deal of difficulty, he has replicated Manton-protection for the pilot, protecting the interior of the cockpit from power activation. Comes equipped with a plasmic sword, shoulder-mounted cannons, a jetpack and water-pressure resistant alloy as standard.

NIKE - 8 foot, and the standard mech suit Pallas rolls with. As such, it's load-out is almost entirely customisable. With heel-mounted wheels allowing for speeds of up to 80MPH, it can be transformed into a bike, increasing the overall speed dramatically while exposing the pilot. Can be equipped with a machine-gun firing lethal or stun rounds, shoulder-mounted foam cannons, arm-mounted tear gas launchers and jetpacks.

KRATOS -When foam won't cut it, the big guns come out. An anti-Brute machine, this suit has slippery coating on the casing makes it harder to grip properly, fists that store kinetic energy to release in single punches, shoulder-mounted oil cannons for battlefield manipulation and the ability to release a sonic roar capable of disorientating foes at close range.

BIA - A support frame primarily for protection Wards on missions. Has hand-mounted energy guns firing shock rounds, shoulder-mounted foam sprayers, chest-loaded foam missile launchers and force-field generators embedded into detachable plates on back.

Wards

Gestalt

Gestalt

Gestalt

Costume

Information

Cape Name: Gestalt
Real Name: Nola Rich

Aspects

High Concept: Faceless Hero
Trouble: Still Looking
Origin: The Unhappy Couple
Growth: Striking Out Alone
Adventure: Becoming A Ward

Abilities

PRT Rating: Striker/Trump 7

Power Absorption: Gestalt has the ability to absorb the powers of other parahumans upon physical skin-to-skin contact with them. This allows her to replicate - at full power - any ability of the person she touched. She can store up to three powers, and each one will last for around a day and a half. As time wears on, the powers will grow weaker and weaker, until they simply cease to function.

PRT Footnote: Gestalt should have access to a number of high-level operatives before deployment, if possible.

Septima

Septima

Septima

Costume

Mask

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Information

Cape Name: Septima
Real Name: Kairi Chichou

Aspects

High Concept: Champion of Hell
Trouble: Spread Too Thin
Origin: Desperate For Escape
Growth: I Won't Let You!
Adventure: Powered Pals

Abilities

PRT Rating: Shaker 8

Hellbound: Able to summon a number of dark-red portals within a short distance of herself, these openings can pour forth shadowy hands to grapple foes. Should these appendages drag the target through the portal, however, things get interesting. Based on the kinds of things a target has done, their experience within the portals will be different - seemingly based on the Seven Circles of Hell in Christian myth. No-one can be sure exactly what causes the people to be placed in one version or another, but the PRT have slapped a Shaker 8 rating on her mostly out of fear.

The Consortium

Maxwell

Maxwell

Information

Cape Name: None
Real Name: Hugo Maxwell
Theme Song: The Asking Price

Aspects

High Concept: Big Fish in a Small Pond
Trouble: Looking for a Bigger Pond
Origin: Divine Devotion
Growth: Love's Keen Sting
Adventure: Ruthless Underworld Magnate

Abilities

PRT Rating: None

Gladius

Whetstone

Whetstone

Information

Cape Name: Whetstone
Real Name: Emilia Holt
Theme Song: Frontline

Aspects

High Concept: Iron Queen of the Sword
Trouble: Every. Single. Face.
Origin: Highschool Politics
Growth: A Broken System
Adventure: Taking the Crown

Abilities

PRT Rating: Striker 2

Sharpness Alteration: Working on any object with a sharp edge - from conventional blades, to paper, and the like - Whetstone can enhance or dull the cutting potential of any object she has touched within what is roughly a twenty-four hour period. While not the most terrifying ability on its own, she is rather skilled with a sword, although only really comes into her own when working in conjunction with another Gladius parahuman, such as Arms Race. Paired with Vulcan, however, her ability becomes truly fearsome.

PRT Footnote: Exercise slight caution when facing alone. When backing up other Gladius members, make a priority target.

Vulcan

Vulcan

Information

Cape Name: Vulcan
Real Name: Malik Castro
Theme Song: The Hammers Coming Down

Aspects

High Concept: Iron Will, Iron Fist
Trouble: Unbending Loyalty
Origin: The Social Reject
Growth: Sharpening the Spirit
Adventure: Taking the Reigns

Abilities

PRT Rating: Shaker 9, Master 4, Brute/Striker/Blaster 4

Metal Production: Vulcan can, upon touching any form of metal, create an infinite amount of the same material to burst forth from the touched object.

Metal Bending: Named after the Roman god of forging, Vulcan can bend any metal to create weapons, suits of armour or metal minions via a specific form of short-range control. While technically a form of telekinesis, it functions differently as he simply commands the metal to move and it follows his instructions. This effect continues to work outside of his field of control - as shown by his autonomous metal minions - but the mass of metal that can act this way is limited.

Metal Alteration: To put the cherry on the cake, he can also alter the base properties of the metal under his command, making it super-light, super-dense or heavy enough to crush a person under.

PRT Footnote: Vulcan's ratings have been provided as a warning. He is an incredibly versatile cape who is hard to restrain, hard to put down and is capable of using almost all of our equipment against us. Encounters with Vulcan should be immediately be called in to the Protectorate for assistance.

Wonderland

Pipeline

Pipeline

Information

Cape Name: Pipeline
Real Name: Unknown
Theme Song: Explode

Aspects

High Concept: King Rat
Trouble: Impulse-Driven
Origin: Running With The Wolves
Growth: Power-Party
Adventure: Taken the Crown - By Force

Abilities

PRT Rating: Blaster 8, Master 2

Liquid Manipulation: Pipeline can create any liquid known to man from his hands, and temporarily freely control its movement. What is classed as a 'liquid; is unclear, and has been the subject of many debates by PRT researches - although none have gotten close enough to collect any actual data.

Askaryan

Askaryan

Wears a plain costume. Basic white trousers with a geometric black, red and white hooded jacket. No mask because the hood hides his face.

Information

Cape Name: Askaryan
Real Name: Nick Ryan
Theme Song: Prison Of Decay

Aspects

High Concept: Free From The System
Trouble: Not Quite Let Go
Origin: The Boston Hero
Growth: Sick Of The Filth
Adventure: A Better Offer

Abilities

PRT Rating: Blaster 6

Vector Setting: After touching an object, Askaryan can then set that object's vector to stay constant until it leaves his (relatively small) range. He typically carries ball bearings, throwing a handful of armour-piercing metal balls to skewer opponents. His range is roughly 10 meters. After objects leave that field, air resistance begins to have an effect, and the objects will slow as though they were thrown normally from that point.

The Covenant

Sickle-Cell

Sickle-Cell

Information

Cape Name: Sickle-Cell
Real Name: Unknown
Theme Song: Jericho

Aspects

High Concept: Vicious Harbinger of Vengance
Trouble: Blood is My Narcotic
Origin: The Only One Who Cares
Growth: Renegade Captain of Gladius
Adventure: Nobody Touches My People

Abilities

- Unknown

PRT Rating: Shaker 5
PRT Footnote Possible haemokinesis. Approach with caution.

Vegas

Vegas

Information

Cape Name: Vegas
Real Name: Unknown
Theme Song: Burn Brighter

Aspects

High Concept: The Brightest Light in Boston
Trouble: Forever Outshone
Origin: Those Who Live in Glass Houses
Growth: Shredded Ballgowns
Adventure: A Family of Equals

Abilities

- Unknown

PRT Rating: Blaster
PRT Footnote Likely uses ranged attacks. Approach without caution, rapidly.

Backdoor

Backdoor

Information

Cape Name: Backdoor
Real Name: Unknown
Theme Song: Spanish Flea

Aspects

High Concept: Demented Jester of the Damned
Trouble: The Dead Have Time to Plan
Origin: Born on the Run
Growth: Dumped in the Madhouse
Adventure: Living the Punchline

Abilities

PRT Rating: Breaker 3

Portal Creation: From an undisclosed range, Backdoor appears to be able to summon a portal through solid matter.

PRT Footnote: A rating of Breaker 3 has been sanctioned as an initial guideline until more information is available.

Gubbins

Gubbins

Information

Cape Name: Gubbins
Real Name: Unknown
Theme Song: The Bomb

Aspects

High Concept: Conductor Of The Explosive Sonata
Trouble: The Wire Looked Red to Me!
Origin: Visions of Gold
Growth: They Thought I Was Mad
Adventure: "I Only Wanted To Boost The Signal."

Abilities

PRT Rating: Tinker 8

Bomb Creation: A tinker with a knack for bombs, Gubbins can create devastating explosives with very little resources. These devices are crude, but exceptionally effective.

PRT Footnote: A rating of Tinker 8 has been sanctioned. Be advised - the bombs used on the warehouse were his creations. The Covenant may have more. Do not engage in clustered groups. Do not hesitate to kill on sight.

The Egyptian

The Egyptian

Information

Cape Name: Unknown
Real Name: Unknown

Aspects

- Unknown

Abilities

- Unknown

The Funeral Parlour

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Anonymous

Information

Name: Collin Harrison

Cape Name: Formerly Sonar, now known as Anonymous

Theme Song:

Aspects

High Concept: Keeper of Secrets

Trouble: The Voices won't Stop!

Origin: The Wards think I'm Dead

Growth: Bubble bubble, toil and trouble… Cauldron’s a bitch

Adventure: It's all I've ever known

Bio

Personality: Collin personifies “used to be such a sweet kid.” Outgoing, friendly, energetic, charitable, and heroic to the point of rashness, these are traits that have been beaten out of him the hard way. Since his focus helmet was destroyed and he's been subjected to the harshest extent of his powers, Collin has grown weary of humanity as two-faced hypocrites, even finding some poetry in his status as the kid with no face at all. He sees no point in justice and heroism in a dark, dying world that has no true kindness to give. As far as he's concerned, humanity is just kidding itself. If we’re not lying to each other then we’re lying to ourselves just to feel better about the fucked up nature of things. So if that's the case, why not look out for number one, just like everyone else, by selling off all their secrets?

History: Born James Anderson on Earth Keth, Collin doesn't remember anything about his time back home… or that he ever had another home. Cauldron, in their never ending experiments with Eden and power creation, took the 11 year old James by way of the Clairvoyant and Doormaster, so that he could be experimented on to further perfect their craft. Naturally his memory was wiped just like every other experiment, and the results were not terribly pretty. What used to be a handsome young boy was mutated by the power serum he'd been administered, becoming an official documented Case 53. While the dead Eden shard provides to him gathered sound, and allows him to control his own sounds to an extent, it took away his face. No longer able to see, smell, or taste, the experience traumatized him as much as one could expect. Without fully realizing what powers he'd been provided, the young boy was able to escape after hearing the combination lock to his cell.

Stumbling away, terrified with no idea who or what those people were, he only knew he wanted to get away in that moment. That's when he was found, and by a Protectorate hero! … not that he knew what exactly that meant, but the words spoken to him by this “Hero” were comforting. Hero took him away, explaining that he was one of the four founding members of the Protectorate, that he was a tinker, and that he could make something to help the young boy… That help came in the form of a helmet designed by the world’s greatest tinker, a piece of equipment that would restrain and focus his powers so as not to become overwhelmed by the sheer information input. Once he had adjusted, they came up with a name together for the amnesiac boy: Collin Harrison.

Inspired, Collin agreed to join the Protectorate’s Wards program. His abilities proved to be absolutely invaluable for information gathering, for there was absolutely no barrier, no precaution, no possibility off hiding anything from Sonar, so long as it was within his range. His Stranger ability meant that coordinating a team was fantastic as well, being able to communicate in a manner that could have been mistaken for telepathy. Unfortunately, despite being the best qualified for the job, Sonar was passed up for the position of leader of the Wards thanks to the prejudice inherent in the system against Case 53s. He was informed that he just wasn't qualified, and took the answer to heart. It was only two weeks later that he heard the truth from the horse’s mouth, thanks to the Boston director of the PRT accidentally getting a bit sloppy when Collin was supposedly out of range. This hurt, but it wasn't unexpected.

However something both unexpected and devastating came not long after. Collin’s personal inspiration, the man that let him function, and the paragon that brought Sonar into this world, Hero, had been killed by a new villain called the Siberian. Collin was devastated, as were many of the Protectorate, but for him it was so bad that Sonar made no public appearances for a month. Yet this event had further reaching consequences he had yet to realize. His helmet was tinker tech, which needs maintenance and occasional repair. What's more, the helmet was made by Hero, greatest of all tinkers present and future. As such, the technology was beyond anyone affiliated with the PRT. For better or for worse, Hero was just that good. So began the slow, steady decline of the helmet’s performance…

Collin was 15 years old when the course of his life changed forever. In the midst of battle against a villainous parahuman, Collin had his head slammed to the ground with such force that his helmet shattered, and he suffered a severe concussion. Though unconscious, his power still refused to turn off. Rushed to a hospital, home of many terrible, horrible things, the sounds, conversations, failed breaths, flatlines, declarations of death, dark secrets spoken behind closed doors, and so much more, these things forced their way into his unconscious mind without restraint. They took shape within his mind, driving the visions and dreams he had while unconscious for two entire weeks. Once he had woken up, Collin had already become a very different person, and this would only snowball as his power ran unchecked. Before leaving the hospital, Collin came to a terrible realization. By his logic, flawed as it was, he had been used and betrayed by Hero when the tinker designed that helmet. It wasn't supposed to help him, it was to keep him from seeing the truth of humanity. It actively scrubbed horrible things he had every right to know. Heartbroken, Collin made a decision.

The teen faked his death and escaped out on his own. For years he survived by keeping to himself, stealing identities with great ease and doing nearly everything online. Dark thoughts grew and grew, until surviving wasn't enough anymore. He had to act. Putting on a new mask and creating the identity of Anonymous, Collin became an information broker with absolutely no moral boundaries. So long as you pay, he will provide you any information on anybody that you want without question. While he primarily operates as an independent entity, he's recently found employment with The Consortium, who can always make use of his unique skills.

Abilities

Classified as a Thinker 4 Stranger 1, Collin’s abilities aren't great for active combat use, but phenomenal for field tactics, and even better for information brokering. All sounds within a half mile radius of Collin, no matter how quiet, are heard and understood clearly as though he were right next to the cause of the sound. It's not difficult to see why he was known as Sonar when in the Wards, as he's able to map out his surroundings extremely well with this power. The downside is that he cannot choose to shutoff his power, or ignore some sounds in favor of focusing on others. He has to hear everything, all the time, simultaneously. Thankfully he isn't catatonic due to his Shard assisting with the sensory input, so every sound is distinct and separate for the others, but he constantly hears things he'd rather not.

The Stranger portion of his abilities also has to do with sound, but usually is far from harmful, though one could call him the world’s greatest ventriloquist. Any sounds that he makes, Collin is able to focus and project to specific individuals (within earshot). This means that only those he desires to can hear anything he says or does. Speaking of, well, speaking, although he has no face, he is still able to speak by virtue of vibrating his vocal chords as normal, then utilizing his Stranger ability to ensure its projected and focused directly into the ear canals of those he wishes to understand.

[hagroden]

Mathias "Fodem" Park

Costumed Appearance

~Name~
Mathias Park

~Cape Name~
Fodem

~Theme Song~
BRADIO - Flyers

~Aspects~

High Concept The Greatest Bartender in Boston

Trouble - The Coldest Interrogator

Origin - Mixed and Learned.

Growth - I Want To Feel.

Adventure - Growing Pockets and Sagging Ears.

~Biography~

~Personality~
Mathias appears to be emotionless and serious during his job, unless something out of the ordinary or shocking happens. He is very detached in his manner of speech, and would rather not bring personal feelings to the table. He takes pride in his role as a bartender, and is always respectful towards guests, especially those in his good graces. Despite his position as a bartender, Mathias has very little understanding in regards to the emotions and motives of others. However, throughout his years as a bartender, he has developed an ability to care for his customers in ways such as cracking jokes in unusual moments which doesn't really work, or hugging them when they're desperate, congratulating them for their hard work in their lives. He tries his best to do the right things from his point of view, and doesn't hesitate to learn from other's point of view either.

~History~
Mathias's history is not one of tragedy, or wanting, or glory. He was raised simply by a blue-collar father and a teaching mother, both of whom showed him nothing but love and adoration his entire life. Mathias, however, always seemed to be a strange child, he didn't interact with others, although he didn't isolate himself either. From a young age Mathias knew he preferred to be a fly on the wall, watching and listening, rather than trot in the center of focus. However, he was able to understand one thing about people; lies. For a reason unbeknownst to him, Mathias could identify a liar with incredible accuracy, and he had never once been wrong.

After finishing high-school Mathias got a job at a local Bar as a dishwasher, however he soon developed an interest in mixing and bar-tending. During his breaks Mathias would sit at the bar quietly reading the cocktail recipes and things of that nature, and before long he had gotten himself behind the bar. He was something of a prodigy and after a few months the once slow, hole-in-the-wall bar had become an increasingly popular location, and Mathias's name began to float to the ears of powerful people with a penchant for good drinks.

It wasn't long until Mathias was working one of the most exclusive bars in Beacon Hills, wetting the whistle of anyone in Boston worth knowing. Despite his delicate surroundings however, Mathias retained his "Fly on the Wall" personality, and one day he overheard something he really, really shouldn't have. He had eavesdropped into a conversation between two fairly High-Ranking members of the Consortium, both of which had plans to make off with a hefty sum of cash from the Consortium's own leader, Hugo Maxwell. Suffice to say, they weren't particularly happy about Mathias's honesty regarding the situation, and he soon found himself at the top of a very large building. Then, he found himself falling from a very large building, and it was then that he discovered his Threads.

After Mathias had dealt with the two men, he made his way directly to Alverton Building, and requested an Audience with Hugo Maxwell himself. Under normal circumstances, Mathias would have likely had to have waited for an indefinite period of time, but when the building's security saw their favorite bartender covered in blood that clearly wasn't his, they escorted him in. Once he was face to face with Maxwell, he explained what had happened, and proved he wasn't lying by stringing up the men who had escorted him, and slicing them to ribbons without blinking an eye. Afterwards, he asked if Maxwell had any job openings for informants, interrogators, or hit-men, and he has been working for Maxwell ever since.

~Abilities~

Blaster - Seven, Stranger - 4
Threads: Mathias can create and manipulate threads of thin, metallic substances that he uses in a manor similar to a puppeteer. These threads are strong enough to suspend objects of significant weight, and thin enough to slice through nearly anything he wishes. He's been seen to use his threads for a variety of tasks, including: Torture, Suspending People, Suspending Vehicles, Assassination/Murder, and even catching bullets. He seems capable of producing nearly infinite amounts of this "Thread," and appears to be able to control their degree of sharpness.

Lie Detector: Mathias is able to immediately and accurately detect when someone is lying to him, in any and all circumstances. This ability is fairly worthless in combat, However Mathias's apathy tends to prevent fighting, and he predominantly uses this ability during interrogations.

[FancyHats]

Taser/Тазер:

Name: Yekaterina Vasylievna Toporova, "Katya/Kate"

Cape Name: Taser; also known as Тазер (Russian) or Parahuman #7579 (FSB files)

Theme Song: Deciding, stay tuned!

Appearance:

Dressing like a Punk Rocker:

Katya is extraordinarily average in regards to stature and has an athletic build, the nature of her profession means that more often than not she has to rely on the correct application of brute force to see her through the day. She has stormy gray eyes that seem alight with electricity, pale skin that any Goth-kid from the 1980s would dream of, and black hair that she keeps in what might generously be described as a very messy pixie cut. Smiling in public does not come easily to her, but that's not to say she can't smile, among friends her usually pursed lips are quite often set into a smile.

As if blessed by the punk gods themselves, Katya is almost always dressed in a manner befitting the most cultured of punk royalty. She favors t-shirts decked out with punk flair and rude slogans, dark skirts, and fishnet stocking, fashionably torn of course. If the occasion calls for it, she may even wear a dress, and if pants are absolutely required she will suffer to wear black jeans. To compliment this look, she wears spike bands and a studded in choker along with some simple silver jewelry.

Combat boots are Katya's footwear of choice (surprising, yes?) and any form of leather or bomber jacket will suffice for her purposes.

Costume and Equipment:

A Costume for Anarchy:

_{Credit to the very talented Lord Baells}

Taser's costume is chiefly composed of a dark fabric bodysuit lined with armor panels of an unknown make and model. This suit affords her an acceptable degree of protection from physical damage without impeding her movements too much. The gas mask she wears appears to be painted with gold and it is uncertain how she acquired it. Beyond protecting her from the many airborne pollutants of Boston and any toxic gases she might encounter, it also has the convenient benefit of hiding her face. Finally, a dark cloak composed of yet another mysterious fabric offers additional protection and helps to further obscure her features.

Taser carries a customized MP-412 REX, modified by an unnamed Russian tinkerer to allow the use of various gas rounds (lethal and nonlethal), she is known to favor simple CS rounds due to the low risk of using them.

Aspects

High Concept: An Electrifying Punk Rock Enforcer.

Trouble: I Fought the Law.

Origin: From Russia with Punk.

Growth: Shady Experiments Lead to Electrifying Results.

Adventure: For a A Fistful of Dollars.

Bio

Personality:

"Where Eagles Dare" - Katya is daring, bordering on reckless.

"Professional Killer" - A consummate professional, Katya takes very few things, even attempts on her own life, personally.

"Lust For Life" - Outside of her day job, Katya is a sociable person, and enjoys the finer things in life, such as vodka, beer, and pizza with friends. Live music, especially anything fast, heavy, and full of emotion is likely to draw her attention. Second to vodka, punk music is perhaps her greatest vice.

"What Do I Get?" - She possess a mercenary mentality and does not believe in doing anything without first being paid. However, payment need not be delivered in the form of cold hard cash and Katya is more than willing to deal in favors.

"One Way or Another" - Quick on her feet and gifted with an iron will, Katya has a gift for adapting to the situation at hand, no matter how precarious it may seem.

"Waiting Room" - Long experience has taught Katya that sometimes patience is truly the key to living a longer life.

"Killing In The Name" - A rebel at heart, Katya disdains governmental authority and has a reoccurring problem with being told what to do by the powers that be.

"Honor Is All We Know" - Surely, there's still a little bit of honor left among thieves?

History:

Foreign Intelligence Service (FSB) Dossier on Parahuman #7579:

- Parahuman #7579, alias Тазер (Taser).

- Identity is unknown, but subject is presumed to be female based on witness reports. Subject age is unknown, but based on first sightings and her following activities, it is presumed that the subject is in her mid-to-late twenties.

- Subject's true allegiance is unknown.

- Parahuman #7579 has known ties with elements of the Russian Mafia, but is known to cooperate with local vigilantes when other criminal organizations are targeted. Subject has been categorized as a mercenary for now.

- Encounters between the subject and FSB operatives have resulted in extensive collateral damage and heavy military causalities.

- Subject is wanted for wanted for multiple counts of assault, kidnapping, and murder. Information has been passed on to Interpol and the PRT as part of Operation Redacted.

- Taser is considered armed and dangerous, arrest on sight. Lethal force is authorized if subject resists. Collateral damage and civilian losses have been deemed acceptable if it leads to the capture or elimination of Parahuman #7579.

- Human and parahuman operatives are advised to avoid engagement unless support is available. If engaged by the subject, delay until reinforcements can arrive.

Classified Document #4064, Russian Ministry of Health

"We've lost Laboratory 75."

"Ah, what subject was that again?

"Subject 75, alias Thunderbolt, he was our recent 'volunteer' into the examination of how we could best harness his gifts for controlling electrical energy to our advantage. "

"Ah, of course, that project had great potential, what happened?"

"We're not sure yet, but it looks like the facility was compromised."

"Americans?"

"No, amateurs."

"What?"

"Criminals most likely, maybe corporate espionage, they managed to get past the security and apparently the poor fouls made contact with the subject. Electrocuted all of them in an instant, as it turns out."

"What about the subject, is he still contained?"

"No, he's dead, there's not much left of him, just a scorch mark."

"Hmmm...and the facility personnel?"

"No survivors. It appears that they all perished from extended exposure to a high voltage current. The same current appears to have reached the cooling system and resulted in the catastrophic failure of our new system. We're not sure if the subject perished from the resulting explosion, but either way he did not live for very long."

"Ah well, we knew there would be risks. I trust the matter has been handled in accordance with protocol?"

"Indeed, we've already leaked information to the local news concerning a tragic accident at a government facility due to the improper storage of several aging fuel tanks."

"Great, keep me updated."

First National Bank, Moscow, Russia, 2009

Recording of Chief Negotiator Feodor Ivanovich Gritsevets attempting to negotiate with Parahuman #75479

"This is Chief Negotiator, Feodor, who am I speaking to?"

"No one."

"Listen, for this to end well, we need to trust one another, just give me a name, anything."

"No."

"Alright, alright, what are your demands?"

"You and your men back away from the bank."

"Look, you know that won't happen, how about you let a hostage go, and I'll get you some food and water?"

"No, you have fifteen seconds."

"Wait! Hang on! Listen-" *gunshot sound*

"The next round will find it's way into Officer Lavrinenkov's head, rather than his shoulder."

"Alright! Alright! We're moving back, we're moving back."

"Good, wait fifteen minutes, and then we will leave."

"Leave?"

*connection is terminated*

-

"This is pointless, tell Alpha Group to get ready, I'm done playing games with some criminal subhuman."

"Commander Petrov! I strongly advice against storming the bank, we have intelligence suggesting that there are at least fifteen gunman and five parahumans holed up in the bank. It would be best if we waited for our own reaction teams."

"No, Feodor, we end this now."

-

Internal Documentation FSB: Following failed negotiations, the First National Bank was stormed by elements of Alpha Group, FSB. Heavy casualties were sustained by both the military units and the hostage takers, Parahuman #75479 and three other parahumans (identities still unknown) managed to escape. All other bank robbers were killed in the assault. Surprisingly, no money was found to have been taken. However, sensitive material belonging to the UK based Albion Electronics was found to be missing following the robbery. Albion Electronics has refused to provide details concerning the lost material.

Intercepted Phone Call #1041:

Intercepted phone call between Stepan Alexandrovich Makharov, infamous captain in one of the leading factions of the Russian mob currently operating in the Greater Boston area, and Dmitry Fyodorovich Borovykh, a noted St. Petersburg Boss.

"Dima, we have a problem."

"What?"

"Martial Law, the bastards have declared martial law!"

"Who's responsible!?"

"The Covenant, they've gone completely mad, they've started an open war with the PRT and Protectorate."

"Dammit, dammit...", *swears loudly, sighing*

*Dimtry speaks* "Well, there's not much we can do about it right now, just keep everyone in line, we can't have anyone making a mess of things right now. By the way, my sister wants to know, has my niece arrived?"

"Yes, she's arrived in good order, it was an uneventful trip."

"Good, good, listen Styopa, she'll help you resolve any issues that appear...but..."

"But?"

"Keep an eye on her, she's young, you know how it is, the young ones forget their place sometimes, America is such a lovely place!" *both laugh*

"Of course, Boss."

A Conversation at Jake's Old City Grill:

"Cousin Katya, welcome, have a seat!"

"Thank you, Brigadier Stepan."

"No, no, please, call me Styopa, we're family after all."

"Of course, Brigadier Styopa."

"Ha, no need for formalities girl, we're on the same side! Here, have a drink!"

"Thanks, za zdorovje."

"To your health! Cheers! Now to matters at hand, we've got a slight problem...

"I would say so, martial law isn't exactly good for business."

"Indeed."

"How long do you will think it will last?"

"Who knows, know one knows what guides the Covenant, they are a band of madmen."

"Even madmen have reasons for their actions."

"Assuredly, but it's not as if we can have a discussion with the Sickle-Celled one or Praetor about this."

"So, we wait."

"We wait, cousin, we wait, and we sharpen our knives."

Abilities

FSB Dossier on the Abilities of Parahuman #7579:

Parahuman #7579, alias Taser, possesses a remarkable array of powers related to the control of electricity.

Classification(s) Blaster, Mover, Shaker, Striker, Thinker

Summarized Findings:

Lightning Bolt - The subject has shown herself capable of generating bolts of lightening that cause severe bodily harm to humans and parahumans alike.

Chain Lightning - Further, the subject has demonstrated an exceptional ability to control these bolts of lightning when focusing, arcing bolts of lightning from target to target and even around obstacles.

Lightning Storm Given enough time, Parahuman #7579 appears to be able to create or rather generate large storms of electrical energy, FSB personnel are advised to evacuate the immediate area if unable to disrupt the subject before the process is complete.

Lightning Cloak For defense, the subject has displayed an ability to surround herself by a veritable wall or cloak of lightning, generating an energy shield that provides a extraordinary amount of protection.

Taser Parahuman #7579 is able to use electrical energy to overload the nervous system of her targets, leaving the victim momentarily stunned and relatively unharmed.

Immunity to Electrical Effects - It is clear that Parahuman #7579 is immune to electrical effects.

EMP Flight - In rare instances, the subject has exhibited the remarkable ability to fly using what is presumed to be electromagnetic propulsion (EMP). As a result, it has been suggested that Parahuman #7579 may in fact be deriving her abilities from the manipulation of electrical currents and magnetic fields.

Electroreception It is believed that the subject possesses some level of electroreception, and it appears that she is able to perceive the natural electrical stimuli generated by all living beings.

[Kiddo]

Maryland

Appearance:

Mary

Name: Mary Littlestea, Dragon Littlestea
Alias: MD, Maryland
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psZUwK9ldVg

Aspects
High Concept: We’ll Keep Them All Safe
Trouble: Friends in Low Places
Origin: Just Trying to Live
Growth: They Burned; Justice Burns Hotter
Adventure: It’s not Vengeance if it’s Good

Bio
Personality:

Maryland, taken together, is an agent of understandable chaos. Disturbed into action by their trigger, they take the fight to protect normal humans very seriously, even if their actions may have wide-spread negative repercussions.
Mary may appear young, but her will is iron and she’s willing to stand up when her overbearing sense of justice is triggered. She seems to feel a personal responsibility to anyone she meets, dolling out assistance wherever she see a possibility, and prone to pledge protection to anyone she thinks can’t provide it for themselves. This makes it easy for others to think of her as a friend, and she responds in kind, considering most people either friends or enemies; friends are to be protected, enemies are to be destroyed.
Due to her monstrous appearance, Dragon gets less human exposure than Mary, though her personality is no less solid. She, too, takes the side of the weak, using her considerable power to kill and overkill anything that gets in her way. She is the more reckless of the two, but also the more natural; where Mary is calculating, Dragon’s emotions run hot and wild, making her far more transparent. She demands respect and admiration, a hero of the people in her own mind. But beyond normal friendship, which she also shares far and wide, she has a special connection to Mary, willing to obliterate anything, friend or foe, who threatens her charge.

History

Until a week ago, no one knew of Maryland. Now, the knowledge is widespread. They were originally parts of a high-functioning older teen with dissociative identity disorder. They had friends, though not as many as they would have liked, and took care of their mother as they could, when they could wrest control from Douglas.
Mary was Mother’s favorite, and loved their trips to the parks and museums, learning with her young sense of discovery and exploration. Their mother, in return, yearned for the days that Mary would be in control, longing for the little daughter that would only come out to play rarely.
Dragon was a favorite at school, the cool big girl with a miraculous skill in sports and a rebellious attitude that made her an idol to all the counter-cultures on campus. Her sudden, wild tirades against authority; the way she’d pick fights with bullies, even bigger ones, and win; her strong presence gave her a name on the blacktop and on the street, where she preferred to spend the days she had looking for trouble and dance parties.
They each, in their own ways, earned Douglas and his lesser personalities friends and resentment. Mary was spending an evening with her mother and friends at the ice cream parlor when the front window shattered. She saw, as if in slow motion, the stream of burning the air as it poured from a cape into the crowded space, splashing and sticking, burning and melting as it impacted booths and humans alike. She watched her mother conflagrate, the flames eating the oxygen she would have used to scream.
They never found out why that shop was attacked. It may have helped sooth their soul, prevented their rampage after the trigger split their soul into twelve parts, and only two survived. It may have given them a real target after they tore the culprit into shreds and evaporated his existence, but as it was, they were left with nothing but their memories, regrets, and powers.
They vowed that it would not happen again. On their watch, no one would suffer that way again. They cleaned up those streets, the little girl with the red pelt and the being of fire that would follow in her wake, only to be forgotten as they disappeared in the smoke their blitz would leave behind. No one came for them, no one impeded their progress, but it was still not fast enough. With the Covenant disturbing the streets with more organized strikes, it may be time for Maryland to make themselves known. After all, they’ve always done well in groups.

Abilities
Mary – Master/Stranger, Breaker/Brute

Mary’s main power revolves around the memory of those lost: she can use someone else’s memory of a dead person like a seer, recalling the dead to quiz their memory; or she can do the inverse, causing every person with memory of the deceased to forget him/her. This power only affects sentient memories, so it still leaves behind evidence in the form of video or audio recordings, though images and sounds of the forgotten will have no familiarity.
Secondarily, Mary can Break, merging with Dragon to become a wolf-like dragon of vast power.

Dragon – Mover/Blaster/Shaker, Breaker/Brute

Dragon’s ability revolves around the secretion of a high-energy, ignitable gas from portions of her body. She can use these to propel herself at incredible speeds. She can cause incredible destruction by leeching them into the environment and then igniting them for a widespread explosion, or by focusing the gas into a stream toward a target, igniting it for a high-intensity flamethrower effect.
Secondarily, Dragon can Break, merging with Mary to become a wolf-like dragon of vast power.

[Lasrever]

Automaton

(Appearance Note: The cybernetics are covered by a synthetic skin most of the time. Which can be removed by water, heat, fire, and also torn off very easily, because it's not part of her and therefore she sucks at making it.)

Name: Robin Stirling

Cape Name: Automaton

Theme Song: Memtrix - All You are

Aspects

High Concept: The Industrial Evolution

Trouble: Lost to the Machine

Origin: Grease-Monkeying Around

Growth: Inconsequential Impotence

Adventure: New Body, New Start

Bio

Personality

Personality: Surprisingly easygoing and never quite seeming worried by anything, Robin is very difficult to throw off. There's a certain level of detachment in how little she seems to care, as though she genuinely isn't afraid of anything - a trait which is as admirable as it is a massive problem. Most of her actions are motivated by a borderline obsession with 'upgrading' herself, whether that be robbing a secure shipment for rare parts, or picking a fight with a powered-up gang just to see how well she does.

She's certainly not unintelligent, but doesn't take into account the big picture - preferring to dedicate her wits to defensive snark instead. In fact, even when confronted she completely dismisses the consequences of her actions, preferring to do whatever suits her in the moment. In a word, she's painfully naive; and in a city full of powerful players, that kind of thing can really come back to bite you.

History

History: It's been said that everyone's the main character of their own story, that they play a part in someone else's. If you were to ask Robin, that's a complete lie. Because the world is filled with people whose tales would never be written. The boring, the predictable, the utterly forgettable. You can't be a character if there's no story there to tell - if your existence is so completely inconsequential that you're little more than a footnote on the great big book of life. When every day's an exact routine, every night's the same damned dinner and the same damned room and the same damned bed...

You might have a name, a face, and an address, but you're nobody at all.

A fittingly pathetic description of her life, one that seemed made up of a thousand filler episodes and not a single thing of substance. Completely average. Never wanting for enough to struggle, never rich enough to fill her days with excitement.

When she came to this realisation, at the age of twenty-two, she made it her mission to change it, to become better. Desperation set in to find something that would give her an identity, some reason to be remembered, to be somebody for once in her life. But it all felt wrong, and it all rang hollow, and no matter what she tried she'd come back home to the same vapid entertainment and bland, flavourless, food.

And eventually, after months of trying, she reached a tipping point, failure after failure building up - a frustrated scream, lashing out against a glass door and putting her foot straight through it, when something changed. She didn't know what exactly until she woke the next day, the lacerations caused by the glass completely healed over.

The main feature of her particular power set was difficult to realise right away, and for a while she thought the slow healing was all she had. Still, she kept feeling a temptation to gather parts, to work. And soon enough, she gave in, going on a shopping spree for whatever she could get her hands on and giving in to the urge to use them for something. Picking up a knife in her hands, she got to work.

The memory of that first session is hazy, but waking in a pool of her own blood and looking down at her foot to see something as much machine as flesh was more than enough to realise what she'd done. It should have been a horrifying revelation, to know that she'd torn away her own skin, but she smiled.

Because this, this hybrid of man and machine... this was something. This was someone. And while her abilities seemed practically non-existent when it came to things outside herself, she had enough expertise to craft a synthetic skin that would cover her hybrid appearance. A skin that, admittedly, was easily torn away, flammable, and for whatever stupid inconvenient reason water-soluble, but it covered up well enough.

And within the next couple of years, she'd saved up enough to buy a garage in one of Boston's cheaper areas, working as your everyday, run-of-the-mill mechanic. Partly because her abilities put her on the level of a slightly unreliable human worker, but mostly because it gave her an excuse to have an actual workshop where she began to properly recreate herself - not that she'd let anyone in there, mind you. The bloodstains would be very difficult to explain.

Still, every fight won, every shop robbed, every crime stopped was worth it. Because finally, even if it was in secret, Robin knew she was finally leaving a mark. Even if no-one suspected the ever-cheerful mechanic's identity, hidden under synthetic skin and shabby outfits, she knew the truth.

And Automaton, at last, was someone with a story worth telling.

Abilities

Current Classification: Tinker (5), Brute (1), Stranger (1)

Ability Description

Specialising heavily in self-alteration, her tinker abilities are almost exclusively limited to being used on her own body - rather than the creation of weapons and gadgets, everything she makes has to be implemented into herself, replacing or reinforcing what is already there. Of course, the nature of having to change out her own parts makes improving herself a painful and drawn-out process, considering she has to remain conscious the entire time. The power won't allow her to try anything on her vital organs, either - presumably a restriction preventing her from killing herself by accident.

In order for her to make her alterations safely, she also has increased regeneration. Not enough to make a significant difference in a fight, but enough that most wounds heal within a matter of hours. If she loses a limb or something similar, it's not growing back - she'll be stuck trying to make a replacement. As is, making a major alteration can leave her incredibly vulnerable for anywhere from 10-12 hours, not to mention that she'll likely pass out as soon as the recovery process is completed.

Current Modifications

Detailed Description

Her limbs are the only part where she's made any significant modifications so far - they're armoured to the point of being almost bulletproof, joints upgraded to allow a far greater-than-normal range of movement, and implemented a retractable blade into each arm which can be extended forwards from the wrist, or back from the elbow. While she's toyed with the idea of adding ranged weaponry, she hasn't found the materials to do so yet.

In terms of the rest of her body, there are two notable alterations. First are the reinforced muscle fibers which leave her better able to take a hit and significantly (around 3x) stronger than the average human, though she can't compete with many genuine Brutes. Second is the prototype cloaking device she's currently working on, though it currently only operates for about a minute at a time without overheating and shutting down - and is designed more for camouflage than genuine invisibility.

She has also claimed to have a built-in cup holder, but that might just be a joke.

Handy Gear list and Stuff

• Retractable Blades, both arms
• Light armour, arms & legs
• Increased joint mobility
• Muscle Reinforcement, Full-body
• Cloaking Device (Prototype)
• ...Cup holder (?)

[Old Amsterdam]

Toxic Taint

Information

Image Reference

(Yes, it's Jane the Killer... But I felt it captured the duality the best.)

Name:
Alice Rein

Cape Name:
Toxic Taint

Theme Song:

I couldn't choose just one

Hider

Hider

Aspects

High Concept:
Girls Just Want to Have Fun

Trouble:
Wicked Bitch of Boston

Origin:
They See Me Shuffling

Growth:
You Think You've Beaten Me?

Adventure:
My, My, What Sharp Teeth You Have...

Bio

Personality:
Alice is capacious, seemingly unstable and thus unpredictable. One thing that remains common is a highly flirtatious attitude. While in her good graces, however, one will find her rather motherly towards them. This can be confusing given her flirty nature.

On the flip side, Alice can be viscous and demented, revelling in the pain and suffering of her enemies.

And, of course, she's easily offended and should be dealt with as if she were a Queen if you don't wish to draw her ire.

History:
(I'm going to skip the long, boring details of childhood.)
Once Alice was of age, she moved away from the small town life style of her birth, going from Idaho to Chicago overnight. There she took advantage of her pretty face and slid right into modeling for anyone willing to pay get a decent price. She didn't worry about those pesky Capes, those nutty villains, or even really the Endbringers. She was untouchable. Perfect. Gorgeous.

Which was her downfall, as one might expect.

At the age of 24 everything crashed around her. Literally. Some Villain or another had gone mad, destroying as much as they could. It just so happened one target building was the one Alice was in... On the top floor.

As the building fell sideways, Alice found herself trapped in rubble, miraculously alive. Painfully she looked around, in shock from both the situation and the pain in her face and legs, and realized with horror that she could die. Her, of all people!

It was then that she caught her reflection in the remains of a mirror. Her face was ruined! Robbed of it's beauty! What was she going to do if she lived now? And how could she live? She was alone, all alone, in a building that could finish falling at any moment...

In a flash she triggered over the audacity of it all. Her face fixed itself before her very eyes, her body rearranging itself to escape the trap of death she was in. And she was intricately aware of all of it. Everything around her, the little invisible things inside her and on everything.

But while she lived, a piece of herself was lost forever. Her sanity was shattered, sometimes existing and sometimes not.

She roamed around for a while, going from City to City and enjoying herself as she saw fit. Eventually she heard of the factions of Boston coming to a head, and knew that was where she would find her real fun and expand herself into something truly glorious... For better or for worse.

Abilities

Classified as a Shifter / Brute 7 and Master / Shaker 6, Toxic isn't someone to mess around with.

Having complete control over her own physiology, Toxic can take on any form she desires. This can also serve as a defensive measure, as she can shift her vital points around to avoid serious injury and heal at an accelerated rate. She does have a preferred form, but it can be incredibly difficult to track her as she can change her scent along with her looks.

Her other ability stems further from that, as she has complete control over bacteria and viruses inside her body, and around her. This allows her to both cure diseases, manipulate these cells to make them worse or better, and to create brand new biological threats never seen before.

[Gardevoiran]

Anomaly

Information

Appearance

Hey look I drew this.

Name:
Xoxi Violetta Slevryn

Cape Name:
Anomaly

Theme

Aspects

High Concept:
Gamer, with and without hands.

Trouble:
Too Many Feels.

Origin:
Single Dad, No Cash, and Three Games.

Growth:
Hard Drugs and Mommy Issues.

Adventure:
Hand-Free Heroism.

Faction:
Boston Wards.

Bio

Age
17

Personality:
Xoxi is a laid back girl with a serious passion for gaming and everything about it. Although she has no arms, she likes to make some jokes about it, thinking of her loss as more of a gift in disguise. She loves to be around people and isn't afraid to get her Xoxi prefers to be cold as opposed to hot, possibly due to an ongoing fear of fire that she has, and can occasionally be seen running around a snowy park with no jacket or coat on.

History:
Life was hard for Xoxi, especially when her mom dipped on her dad, leaving him for some rich jerk. Ever since she was two she could remember how much her dad had sacrificed just for the two to get by. A small apartment, not a ton of food, not a ton of finer luxuries, but Xoxi didn't care. She was with her dad, and that was all that mattered in the end. She went to a public school, doing as best as she could in all of her classes, trying to not stress her dad out with bad grades and fear that she couldn't do anything post-school. Even despite the hard money issues, Xoxi's dad was able to buy Xoxi a singular gaming console one year of her life, that console being a secondhand Gamecube with three games. She never asked for anything else in her life, and she always loved playing that console.

It was a tough childhood, but she got through it. That was... until the day the music died.

When she was fourteen, one of the last faces she'd ever expect to see was at her dad's doorstep. Xoxi's mother stood there, looking quite well despite her arms being covered with long gloves. In her hands, she held thousands of dollars, and every single cent could be her dad's, but in exchange, she needed to see Xoxi for about a week or two. With what the father assumed was some mother-daughter bonding, he willingly told Xoxi that she needed to go. Xoxi complied, seeing the situation as a way for her to finally help her dad out with the family's financial situation.

Xoxi finally went to her mother's place for the first time, a relatively modest house on the outskirts of Boston. She walked in, put her stuff down in her designated room, and as soon as she stepped out to talk to her mom, a wet washcloth ran under her nose. It smelled like a hospital, and it made Xoxi woozy, causing her to fall over unconscious. A very vivid dream followed, lasting for what seemed like hours with no clear end, that was, until she saw a giant white light in her dream, which she headed towards.

When she woke up, she found herself on a hospital bed, a large scar down the side of her body, and with a lack of arms. Xoxi had been in a five day coma, her arms rotting away on her body. Her mother's boyfriend was a large-scale drug dealer, and he had found a new cash crop to take advantage of and succeed with, but he needed someone to test it on. Someone who he didn't care about, nor would his girlfriend care about. Xoxi was injected with that drug, and as a result, lost both of her arms. She almost died of an overdose, but the authorties were able to find her before she could slip too far away from life. The drug had began to fill her side with green glop, which was able to be removed before long

The doctors in the room asked if Xoxi needed a minute after waking up, and she calmly responded with a "Yes", hiding her emotions from underneath. As the room was closed, Xoxi flailed around in the hospital bed, absolutelty mad at her mother for letting this happen willingly, and absolutely enraged that this had to happen. It was then that she had noticed something was knocking around the light above her, suspended from a long cord. A purple hand, the same size as Xoxi's was there, bending to Xoxi's will. Another hand formed as well, and it was then she realized something.

She was like one of those heroes of Boston, the Wards.

Xoxi was dismissed after a month in the hospital. Her dad was able to pay off the debt using the sum of money Xoxi's mom gave him before her incarceration and Xoxi's... incident. It was a while after that Xoxi's dad found out Xoxi had powers, and as a way to give her a better life, he sent her off to the PRT in Boston with the intent of making her a hero and keeping her from living the crap life she had. Xoxi agreed reluctantly, but asked specifically for him to always be near a phone so she could talk to him if she needed, and since then, she's called him at least every day to tell him goodnight.

Abilities

Quick Summary
EMOTIONALLY-IMBUED PSYCHIC FISTS

Classification
Blaster 3 / Master 5 Master 8 / Shifter 1

Detailed Description
Xoxi is able to summon two wispy ghost-hands at will to her sides, both independent of one another, and she is able to use them as if they were her actual hands. Each hand is able to grow up to twice it's size at a time, and the hands are unable to feel any sort of pain. They can feel objects, but the feelings of them are rather hazy when differentiating textures, temperatures, and weight. Each hand can be dismissed and, with the right settings, can have another application.

Xoxi's hands are able to manipulate emotions to her will. Specifically, Xoxi's can punch someone and receive the emotion they are currently feeling the most. Another punch can impart that emotion into a different person. To make it simple, if someone is angry and another person is happy, Xoxi can punch the angry guy and then punch the happy guy, making one guy feel like he isn't angry any more while making the other feel angry. The drawback of this ability is that Xoxi, while she has a punch in store, feels the emotion she just absorbed to a lesser extent. As time passes, the longer Xoxi has held the emotion, the more she feels of it until it is properly resolved.

Aside from that, Xoxi is mysteriously able to manipulate the shape of her hands for about a half of a second at a time. She never remembers this unless she wants to speak to someone using the wingdings font, which she remembers by heart.

Other:
Well, this is awkward, huh? Something like me, born out of something that shouldn't have happened at all, especially so considering the circumstances. Hell, I'm a self-aware monster, but it's not like this dumbass would know about that. Maybe that Yamada lady would, I don't know. Either way, it'll be fun for me to eventually take center-stage to this loser's body, and what's better with that, is that it's gonna happen soon.

Watch out people. This bitch's bark is just as bad as her bite.

Which probably hurts a lot considering she has no hands and resorts to tearing open things with her teeth quite often.

"Let's get down to business!"

[PlatinumSkink]

Knight

_{She has a helmet of similar fashion as the armor to hide her face when out, though the helmet lets her hair hang out under it behind. And the armor does not have a red dress in it, it’s armored legs instead.}

_{Image by raikoart.}

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Name: Rosaline Buckner

Cape Name: Knight

Theme Song: The inspiration for the entire character

Appearance: 172 cm tall, brown-reddish hair that is long enough to reach chest-height, that she tends to tie up as a pony-tail. Brown eyes. She’s decently fit, due to her own work to become so.

Her suit is partly a suit of armor that is supposed to protect her, along with a helmet with visors to allow her to see. It’s a bit stylized to allow her to look good, but it’s certainly made to move as well as possible.

She has a sword, to complete the knight image, but the edges are dulled to not actually kill anyone. A sword that hits like a baton, that is. If she actually wants to cut, she uses the Knight’s Sword aspect of her powers.

Occupation: Boston Protectorate Hero, rather new, has been there for two months at the start.

Aspects

High Concept: Modern Knight Determined To Defend

Trouble: Insecurity, Insufficiency, Insincerity

Origin: Child of Riches and Glory

Growth: Like Father Like Daughter

Adventure: I Hope to be Our Liberator

Bio

Personality: Knight is a generally kind-natured girl with a mild case of insecurity. She’s not the social butterfly nor the social recluse, but more the kind to stand close to the rest and privately hope she doesn’t have to speak. She’s most at home when there’s only a few around that she knows well and share a close partnership with. She doesn’t handle stress well, and may flounder if the objectives are unclear. Yet still, she wants to be the hero that defends the people.

Because of how her life developed, Knight wants to do her best as a Hero of the Protectorate. She feels proud of her father who once stood where she now stands, and wants to uphold his proud legacy. Despite this, she’s a little lazy and will avoid taking on additional non-essential duties if she can at all avoid it, her past as a girl who had everything shining through. Nevertheless, she reacts hopefully to all notions of stopping villains, becoming fully alert.

That said, while her power is capable, she’s not experienced quite yet. While Knight has had plenty of training and her body is fit, she has only had a minimal amount of actual encounters with villains. Also, these stalemates where the Protectorate are unable to just head out and deal with villains despite knowing they’re there confuse her considerably, and puts additional stress on her mind. She can but be wary, when will the time come to strike…? She can but wait and hope.

History:

For those who have read Worm

Rosaline was born the daughter of a rather well-off man named Harold Buckner and his wife. They had made a minor empire in the world of transporting wares across the nation and the storing logistics behind it. Herself, Rosaline was raised a relatively normal girl, with friends and going to parties and such. She was aware of the cape-scene, but wouldn’t take part in it because she wasn’t concerned, mostly.

However, one day her father and his wife were attacked while driving in their car. No doubt the attackers thought to take the rich man and get rich of him when the car crashed from the attack. When they then approached the car, they found the car filled with blood. Not wanting to be associated with murder, the villains hightailed. The blood was that of Rosaline’s mother. She died, and Harold could do nothing but let himself be overcome with hatred. This was not what he told Rosaline. He told her he had triggered, and killed the assailants. She believed him.

The lie somehow went undetected, while Harold went through the motions. He managed to make himself contacted by Cauldron. He used a hefty amount of his fortune to earn himself his powers as soon as possible. Then, when he finally got his powers, Harold took the less-than-subtle name Retribution, left his company and became a Protectorate hero in Boston in order to find those that had killed his wife.

Rosaline, while of course sad over her mother’s death, supported her father and took over working at home while also going to school, intending to be the sunshine in her father’s otherwise very dangerous life, to always meet him with a smile. And it worked. For a while. They were happy together, and the villains knew Retribution as a formidable hero. Rosaline was proud of him, and hoped he’d always be there to defend the city…

After five years of service, Retribution vanished. He didn’t come home one night, and Rosaline had to continue life on her own. Day after day, she could simply hope her dad came back. She lived close to a supermarket, and to school, and money wasn’t really an issue. Then, one day, Harold was declared KIA due to extended absence. Perhaps, he had done something Cauldron did not approve of and they had him removed…?

Rosaline was crushed. She had now lost both her parents to villainy. What… would she do?

… After considerable searching on the internet, she received an email. It was… exactly what she had been looking for.

Just like with her father, Cauldron found a Buckner seeking powers on the internet. They never told her that her father had done the very same thing fairly recently. The rest of the story continues as could be expected. Rosaline used her considerable inheritance and spared no expense. Alone she had no need for the family mansion, and as long as she kept enough to seem like she was still reasonably wealthy it all still connected.

But, now she owes Cauldron a few favors, that may or may not come back to haunt her…

Honestly, compared to what she paid for, Rosaline’s power is a little lacking. The vial she got should have given her a stronger power. But what’s done is done, she isn’t about to complain.

Cauldron arranged a kidnapping to take place to explain her sudden triggering, hiring some villains to “kidnap” her and through that explain why Rosaline triggered. It was simple enough. She was a rich girl that was the child of a recently deceased rich man. An easy target. Going along with this and then “scaring away” her kidnappers, Rosaline had her explanation for why she got her powers. And then she was set.

Ever since her father had become a hero, Rosaline had been taking self-defense courses, just in case someone wanted to use her against her father she had wanted to be prepared if she had to defend herself. Turned out this would be to good use. Then, when she did get her powers, she used the remaining money to fashion herself a suit of armor to be her battlefield suit. She was the daughter of Retribution, and she’d be placed in the same city. She wanted to succeed where her father had failed.

Now, at 19, she’s just over the limit to become a Ward. So officially, she’s a Hero. But, she’s still young.

For those who haven’t read Worm

Rosaline was born the daughter of a rather well-off man and his wife. They had made a minor empire in the world of transporting wares across the nation and the storing logistics behind it. Herself, Rosaline was raised a relatively normal girl, with friends and going to parties and such. She was aware of the cape-scene, but wouldn’t take part in it because she wasn’t concerned, mostly.

However, one day her father and his wife were attacked while driving in their car. No doubt the attackers thought to take the rich man and get rich of him when the car crashed from the attack. When they then approached the car, Harold Buckner triggered, and killed the attackers. But, after the dust had settled, his wife had already died by their attack.

Harold, taking the name Retribution, left his company in the hands of his capable management while he himself went and became a Protectorate hero in Boston. Rosaline, while of course sad over her mother’s death, supported her father and took over working at home while also going to school, to be the sunshine in her father’s otherwise very dangerous life, to always meet him with a smile. And it worked. For a while. They were happy together, and the villains knew Retribution as a formidable hero. Rosaline was proud of him, and hoped he’d always be there to defend the city…

After five years of service, Retribution vanished. Did he die where nobody could see him? He didn’t come home one night, and Rosaline had to continue life on her own. Day after day, she could simply hope her dad came back. She lived close to a supermarket, and to school, and money wasn’t really an issue. Then, one day, Harold was declared KIA due to extended absence. Rosaline was crushed. She had now lost both her parents to villainy. She had lost purpose to her life. She was unsure what to do next.

Fortunately for her, some villains decided that for her. A rich girl, living all by herself, with recently deceased parents? Is there any sweeter a target? … Though, they seemed to not entirely have considered what happened last time someone attacked a member of the Buckner family. Alike to her father, upon being attacked Rosaline triggered in a panic as they invaded into her mansion, and somehow repelled the attackers. And it… it felt good.

It was clear to her. She was her father’s daughter. She had been taking self-defense classes even before this, but it was time to put it to good use. Alike to her father, Rosaline went to the Protectorate to enlist, wanting to make good on her father’s legacy.

Now, at 19, she’s just over the limit to become a Ward. So officially, she’s a Hero. But, she’s still young.

Abilities

Shaker 5, Mover 2.
A bit of a Brute when using Knight’s Armor.

Knight’s power allows her to pause time in a block of certain volume around her. This space becomes what essentially amounts to an immovable object, because the area of paused time allows nothing to penetrate it. However, that isn’t all of it. She can also shape said area that she forms to almost any shape she wants it to have, and can then telekinetically move it within a range around herself with considerable speed. She uses these in several different ways.

Her range lies at around 15 meters around her, while the total volume of frozen air she can make lies around a cubic meter. She can feel where her frozen air is, and controls its shape and movement through that link. The exact measurements and the force she can apply differs by the day and if her power feels like cooperating fully on said day. At peak efficiency she can be a fearsome opponent. The force of her telekinetic ability is comparable to the force of what a Brute 2 should be able to accomplish.

The shaping has dramatically less range, 5 meters tops for details, and is actually rearranging the shape of the objects inside the frozen time. She can’t add more frozen time to an already existing block, she’s limited in what’s already frozen, but as she mostly freezes air she can rearrange the air-molecules to make any shape she wants, like a weapon or a cage. She has a limit to how thin she can make it, so she can’t make excessively long and thin things, but assuming there’s nothing trapped in it she can direct it and shape as she likes. If she froze a block of wall, she cannot change it’s shape because the block is solid. Also, the shaping takes a bit of time, not long but enough for an enemy to potentially react before their arm is bound or something like that.

Because light cannot go through her frozen time, the blocks mostly appear somewhat dull blue from the nitrogen inside. It is possible for her to seal physical objects inside her frozen air, however, and if those are close to the surface then the color of those objects will be seen. If objects or air were in motion when she froze it, then upon releasing the frozen time the object will retain the motion and potentially come crashing out of it in the same manner it was frozen. She could, for instance, freeze an incoming projectile, turn it around 180 degrees and send it back, though.

If they don’t have too high volume, she’s able to create two or three fields at the same time. She can hold one Knight’s Sword while still being able to create a Knight’s Shield in front of her, or stand on her Knight’s Steed while still able to Shield or Sword as necessary. However, the size and telekinetic power she can apply on each when splitting up is decreased, and it will take more on her mind, as described in the final paragraph here. Depends slightly on if her power is working efficiently currently.

Different uses of her power.

Knight’s Shield - The area she creates is essentially an immovable object that she can control. By simply making it a wall, she can block enemy attacks and halt the progress of movement. She can also shift it around telekinetically, making it impact objects with certain amount of force and block the attacks of others. Or she can just smash the block into someone to try to hurt them, but then she’s better off using the next ability.

Knight’s Sword - She shapes a weapon in the air in front of her using paused time. She then grips it and telekinetically moves it, and she has a weapon of stopped time. Because she can shape it, she can make this into whatever bladed weapon she currently needs and make it really, really sharp. Also, with the illusion that she’s wielding it as a weapon, she hopes to make people forget she’s moving it telekinetically to slice in at an enemy from an unexpected angle as she can make it shape itself or leave her hand but still slice at will.

Knight’s Steed - Here’s why she’s a part Mover. She can freeze an area beneath herself that she then stands on as a platform, and then she makes it fly using her telekinetic control of said area. Of course, using said platform reduces the amount of focus she can give her other abilities, but the momentum allows her to carry herself and others to new places. While her acceleration is somewhat low compared to many fliers and damages her maneuverability when on the steed, she can focus said acceleration over time to actually build pretty good speed before air-resistance puts a stop to it.

Knight’s Armor - Knight’s most powerful ability. She completely seals herself in a thin stretch of frozen time around herself, and then shaped said stretch as she moves to accommodate her and then she can use her telekinesis to propel herself to attack. In this form, Knight becomes practically invulnerable to physical blows as they cannot pass through her barrier of frozen time. But, she does need two slits to see with her eyes, though she can seal those if necessary. However, she cannot use her other abilities when using this, meaning she’ll be unable to support team-mates or similar. Also, she doesn’t actually get stronger, so while she cannot be damaged enemies can restrain her still. In addition, doing this combines all aspects of her power and it puts considerable stress on her mind, refer to the final paragraph.

Knight’s Cage - Going on the base of Knight’s Armor, she can have her thin field move around someone else, and then lock them in place, make them unable to move. However, shaping to that degree requires close range, and she’ll probably be vulnerable to attacks from the outside as she focuses on the cage. However, by doing that, she could completely contain one or maybe multiple hostiles that were forced down in the same place, and then telekinetically move them with her powers to move her frozen fields until they can be successfully contained. But, of course, the same rules as with Knight’s Armor apply.

A fast application mid-combat could be a smaller version intended to but lock a part of them down to make them vulnerable, like shaping a bracelet around their wrist to make them unable to pull away. That would still need the target to stay still long enough for the time to have curve around their wrist, and the opponent is unlikely to let that happen if they can prevent it.

Limitations - She cannot pause time when there’s anything living inside the field she tries to pause. This includes humans and animals, but also things like plants and insects. This is Manton Effect working, and she cannot freeze herself either.

Also, while she can control things telekinetically, the force she moves it with can be countered by the strength of others. So although enemies cannot themselves move the immovable block she creates, they CAN stop her from moving it herself with their own strength. While she can freeze time around objects, she prefers simply using air. Because, if she freezes a part of a wall, she can’t move her frozen area because the rest of the wall resists the movement.

The shaping can be done anywhere within the range, but the finer arts of shaping can only be done close to her. While on a greater range she might be able to make a thick cube into a thin wall, but she needs to have it at least within five meters to shape the frozen time into a weapon of sorts, and basically point-blank range in order to achieve the Cage.

And then, of course, there’s her own limit. Every time she uses her power, a pressure is put on her mind which works to keep the time frozen. Every time she needs to shape or move the barriers of frozen time, the pressure works inside her head. If she tries to strain herself to do more, which she can, she’ll eventually feel an echoing, growing pain on her mentality. Her power has the potential to make her basically invincible… but that, is first at the price of considerable pain and pressure on a particular thread inside her mind, and that might one day snap.

Tl;dr Protectorate Hero

[Duoya]

Tony Nicholson

Appearance

This is his appearance in both civilian and cape attire, the only difference being that when in his cape costume, he wears a cheap biker helmet to cover his face.

Information

Name: Tony Nicholson

Cape Name: Poker Face

Theme Song:

Aspects

High Concept: Crook with a Heart of Gold.

Trouble: Greedy Soul.

Origin: Street Rat.

Growth: Ugly Truth into Beautiful Lie.

Adventure: Gambling Prodigy.

Bio

Personality: Tony is charismatic, somewhat loud, and clearly experienced. Just from his voice alone, it's easy to tell that he is used to manipulating people, kissing ass seems like it comes naturally to him. It needed to in order for him to survive. He is by no means malevolent, but using people to push himself forwards is something he just got used to doing - it's more a habit than intentionally malicious. While he is clearly just doing things for himself, he has no problem sharing his skills and assistance to anyone who asks... as long as they pay. Tony has a very distorted view of money, viewing it as the only motivation that people have. Other things, like a desire for power or love, are things that Tony can understand someone working for, but he has never done it himself. Tony hinges a lot of confidence on his material wealth and appearance, doing his best to look as attractive and wealthy as possible - this is something he is very sensitive about, and while he is usually calm and difficult to fluster, insulting either of these things will cause him to get extremely angry. Despite his rather cold and fake demeanor, he can be kind, especially to those less fortunate and children. He has no desire to be a hero or villain, preferring to keep himself hidden and making cash with his power. Still, he is willing to do nearly anything, as long as the price is right.

History: Tony was never really raised by his own parents - his mother was a crack head, and his father was always knee deep in bottles, so he spent the majority of his time on the streets of Boston. You could say the dark alleys and den of crooks were more akin to parents then his own, and he honestly thinks of it this way. He was already a perfect shot at pool by the age of nine, and this was when he began his first scam - Hustling. You would never believe the kind of people that would bet money with a kid who pretended to hold the cue the wrong way. You'd be even more surprised by the amount of people that actually paid. By the age of 11, Tony was a favorite among pubs as a sticky fingered brat that was always ready to play a game or two.

Family? Tony's family was always nice - they never abused him, and were sure to give him breakfast (He got his other meals at his hangouts). In all honesty, they were more indifferent then abusive - they didn't even yell at him when he skipped school. His father would just dismissively tell him not to let it happen again, before leaving to his room and doing god knows what. His father was actually fairly wealthy - some white-collared worker, affording the family a fair number of luxuries that you wouldn't expect a kid like Tony to have - such as a cellphone, or television.

By 15, Tony had found his own addiction to match his parents - Gambling. Tony had become an excellent gambler to add to his repertoire of hustling, and was always ready to play a game of poker or blackjack. For some reason, Tony was always very lucky - or maybe he was just good at talking with people. In poker he was able to win with absolute shit hands, and was always able to get the upper hand on those that weren't used to the game or thought they were playing against a dumb kid. Tony consistently won bets, and his reputation rose even more as time went on. To bad things came crashing down at 17.

November 4th. 3 days after his 17th birthday, Tony's mother committed suicide during a particularly bad trip. Tony's father, who was usually cold and distant, became much more abusive and quick to anger, going as far as to restrict meals and lock Tony in his room. While it never extended to physical violence, Tony was always careful to lock his door at night. Luckily, these incidents were rare - most of the time, his father kept himself holed up in his room, drinking far more than he should. By 18, Tony immediately left his home, as being homeless was a far better alternative to listening to insults and quiet threats from his door at night. For about 3 weeks, Tony remained on the streets, until he met a lone thug on the streets who offered an alternative.

The group was known as 'Wonderland', and they were the craziest motherfuckers Tony had ever met. If he wasn't so desperate for a place to stay, he honestly would have just stayed on the streets, but that was a great way to get mugged... In short, Tony was offered a place to stay, and in return, he ran the bets on the fights that were held. Considering how good he was with numbers and gambling, this was a pretty easy job. But everything can get boring after awhile. Nearly 2 years into his new "employment", Tony opened up a card table near the corner of the place he was staying, and he began to hold games whenever there wasn't a fight going on. He usually managed to trick a bunch of suckers out of their cash, but one day, someone played Tony's old trick against him.

The guy was bad - he had lost nearly 10k, and he was sweating more than you could ever believe. By the end of the third game, he was begging with Tony to let him keep his money. Tony grinned at him and said something he wished he would never have said.

"My time is pretty valuable... Tell you what - one more game. But this will have to be... Oh, I don't know. 50k?"

The man choked back a gasp, and gulped when he uttered out a simple "Ok". Tony dealed out the cards, and they started their final game.

Tony was hustled. The guy was a pro, and luck was clearly on his side. He mopped the floor with Tony, and he quickly began to demand his cash with a shit eating grin. The only problem? Tony had maybe 5 thousand at most. This was the moment where his mind went blank. The man led him into the nearby alleyway and, after roughing Tony up a little, demanded for his money. When Tony didn't respond, the man pulled his arm back to deliver a punch to the teeth.

The knife, the one he had bought in order to defend himself from angry betters, easily slit the man's throat. Despite this, it took nearly two minutes of him choking on his own blood to die. Everything rushed back to him - his father's words, his time cheating others out of their hard earned money, the occasional bar fight he would enter in his youth. It was too much. Tony passed out.

He was shaken awake by the same man who had given him the job two years ago - Robby. "Jesus man, what happened?" Tony panicked as the words escaped Robby's lips, and Tony gave the first response he could think of.

"He, uh... He fell. Cut his throat on some glass or something. I found him like this and passed out. You know I'm a wuss when it comes to blood, heh heh..."

It was stupid and never would have worked. Robby just shrugged his shoulders, responding "Jesus, I never want to die like that. I want to die doing something cool, like being shot with a laser beam or something." Tony couldn't believe his ears - the story was absolutely retarded. Someone like Robby had been working for Wonderland for years - he knew what a knife wound looked like. And he just... Acted like he didn't have a clue.

This was three weeks ago. Since then, Tony had managed to trick a college student - apparently named 'Daniel' - into thinking he was a roommate they were supposed to meet a week ago, and was thankful to finally be out of that hell hole. He liked the people, they were just... insane. But Tony owed them a favor for their hospitality the last few years - and he always payed back favors.

Abilities

Classified as a Master/Stranger 4, whenever Tony talks to someone, he can bluff and say anything - the sky is red, you owe me $50, I own this house - and the person he is speaking with will believe him. It doesn't matter how outlandish or unreasonable the statement is, the target will attempt to think of any possible excuse for any doubts they have about what Tony says. This bluff effects anyone within earshot, and they will all believe what he says. This power excels in deception and espionage, while having somewhat less effectiveness in combat situations.

While this sounds powerful, there are several drawbacks holding it back. First of all, while anything can be bluffed, things that the target has direct evidence against will cause the power to fail (He couldn't tell someone that he is the owner of a house if the person knows the actual owner). If the target discovers evidence against a bluff, the effect will wear off, and the individual will probably be pretty pissed. Additionally, while it effects anyone within earshot, it only works vocally - no writing down messages. Finally, Tony's power cannot be turned off.

Faction: Wonderland

[knifeman]

Geist

Cape Appearance

Normal Appearance

Name: Holly Logan

Cape Name: Geist

Theme Song: Ghostbusters Theme Remix - The Living Tombstones

Aspects

High Concept: If Halloween Was a Person

Trouble: I Hate My Brain

Origin: One Half of a Whole

Growth: Unemployed and Unemployable

Adventure: Help a Sister Out

Bio

Personality:

Sweet - Holly is a quiet, non-threatening person. She’s shy, but nice and polite when you talk to her. Her typical facial expression ranges from vaguely nervous to slightly terrified, but there’s a lot more under the surface. Despite appearances, she’s not always scared. In a comfortable situation, she has a healthy sense of humor and can talk for hours if you get her going on something she likes. Holly absolutely loves anything creepy, weird, or macabre, almost feeling at home in the darkness. Somehow, she can read about serial killers and haunted places without batting an eye, but a simple trip to the park can leave her hands shaking. All in all, she’s a weird person, but pleasant. Sort of like a kooky Halloween decoration.

Sour - When Holly becomes Geist, something changes in her. Being someone else and hiding her face give her some new kind of confidence. While Holly is reluctant to talk to anyone she doesn’t know, Geist will gladly give you a punch to the face and laugh about it. She’s an unnervingly excitable trickster, using her knowledge of creepiness to her advantage. Her favorite way of messing with people is making walls bleed in the shape of an unflattering picture of them. She’s not incredibly secretive about her identity, but not many people would suspect that Holly and Geist are the same person based on how they act.

History:

I’m Not the Killing Type - Holly and Mandy Logan were the kind of twins that did everything together. They always played together, had all the same friends, and their parents even dressed them the same. The only way you could tell them apart (until they were ten and Holly started cutting her hair short) was by their personalities; Mandy was friendly and energetic while Holly was shy and quiet. As the twins grew up and became independent from each other, they still stayed close. Even when Holly started showing signs of mental illness and lost what little social life she had, Mandy still supported her.

See You On a Dark Night - Holly developed her powers when she was alone at home one weekend when she was thirteen. Her parents and sister were out of town overnight (Holly would have gone with them, but she hadn’t been feeling well) and she was awake at three in the morning, too nervous to sleep. Her irrational fear became much less irrational when she heard strange sounds at the door. She immediately hid herself in a closet and watched through the shutters in the door as a group of men broke into the house. As the intruders neared her hiding place, Holly felt like she would scream, vomit, and have a heart attack all at the same time. Suddenly, one of the men was hit from behind by a book, seemingly thrown by no one. Other object started tossing themselves around the room, the walls bled, horrifying apparitions appeared out of nowhere, and the room almost felt like it was spinning on an axis. Sure that the house had to be haunted, the intruders were scared away. Holly was completely confused, until she realized that everything that happened, that was her.

I Can’t Breathe - Holly never found much use for her powers since that night, except for during the Halloween season, where she worked at a haunted house attraction. She and Mandy still kept in touch after they moved out on their own. By the time Holly turned 20, Mandy was her only contact with the outside world besides employers. Holly was practically a shut-in, only leaving her apartment to go to work and get groceries from the mini-mart next door. She had gained and lost many jobs, not being able to keep one for more than six months because of her anxiety and agoraphobia. Eventually, she stopped being able to pay the bills, and her landlord was threatening eviction.

Maybe It’s Not So Bad - While Holly was struggling to make ends meet, Mandy was living in Boston, comfortable financially but afraid for her safety. She knew what her sister could do, and even encouraged her to pursue a career in crime fighting. Around the same time martial law was declared, she heard about Holly’s financial issues, and she had an idea. She asked her sister to move in with her. It was a win-win situation; Holly would have a place to stay, and Mandy would have more peace of mind. Plus, the Dynamic Duo was back together! There was absolutely no way anything could go wrong.

Abilities

Shaker 3
Local Poltergeisting - Holly has telekinetic control over her immediate surroundings. She can throw around objects, create incorporeal constructs, or change the environment within a radius of about 60 feet around her, or within a single room. For example, in a bedroom, she could make the room shake, make the dressers open and clothes float around, or make it look like the bed is on fire. Her telekinesis isn’t very refined; she can’t produce fine movements. If she had a key and a lock, she couldn’t put the key into the hole; just move it into the general area. Her constructs are only images; the aforementioned flaming bed would only look like it’s on fire, if you stuck your hand in it you wouldn’t feel anything. Whenever she uses her power, electronic devices around her start to flicker and malfunction. This ability is somewhat reliant on Holly’s emotions; things start to get out of control when she gets mad.

Full Playlist

Ghostbusters Theme Remix - The Living Tombstones
Lose Your Soul - Dead Man’s Bones
Hate Song for Brains - Andrew Jackson Jihad
Pale Machine - Bo En
Much Finer - Le Tigre
Video Games - The Young Professionals
Walking On Air - Kerli
Eat Your Heart - Micachu
The Killing Type - Amanda Palmer
Oblivion - Grimes
Overdose - FIDLAR
White Knuckles - Ok Go
Eyeball Kid - Tom Waits

[POOHEAD189]

Character Sheet

Information

Name:Manny Rockefeller

Cape Name: Iron Fist

Theme Song: This isn’t mandatory, but during particularly cool scenes, I like a backing track to better picture what is going on. Feel free to pick your own backing track for those purposes.

Aspects

- These are leftovers from the FATE system I used to use, which is a dice-based system. The only reason I am asking players for this, is becuase the more I know about what makes your characters ‘tick’, the better I can GM. Try to keep them all under seven words. All examples are taken from my own characters.

High Concept: Hard Hitting Detective

Trouble: Lone wolf

Origin: Bounties and Babes

Growth: Running for Danger

Adventure: Get money, fuck bitches, kill enemies.

Bio

Personality: Manny mind is meticulous and sharp. He often takes his time to observe his surroundings, despite quickly scanning a surrounding area to be second nature to him by now. He has a mind that works like a criminal, and to be honest he is proud of it. He still has some class though, enjoying Jazz music, fine food, and smooth talking. This guy will talk you into putting a second mortgage on your house so he can borrow some cash.

Behind his smooth and cool exterior is a very troubled man. He gets very anxious around peaceful people, preferring to mess with them than have them be content. He has nightmares of fights and shootings, which is odd to him because he almost welcomes them when he is awake. Probably because he doesn't feel in control in his dreams. Life often doesn't bother him, no matter what happens. It's his mind in the dark hours of the night that hurts. He's not heartless, but he's out for himself, and he won't take being played with.

History:Manny never met his father. His mom was knocked up when she was 15 years old, and needless to say took up drinking pretty quickly. Whether it was before or after he was born, he never got a clear answer. His Aunt was a bit older than his mom, and both women took turns raising him. They moved to Baton Rouge, LA when he was 5. By the time he was 15, he was known as a delinquent with a mean streak, prone to fighting before and after school, if he even attended.

Oddly enough, he never got into the whole drug scene. Sure he sold some weed and coke here and there, but he never tried it himself. He wasn't about to end up like his mom. Manny prefers toothpicks in his mouth instead of cigarettes. He started drinking hard liquor when he was 17, but always had a handle on it. He made sure with that shit. Before long he knew he wasn't fit for college, even if his mom could afford it, which wasn't possible anyway.

So he decided to join the police force. It only needed a highschool diploma and a few months of training. But he decided to make detective, to the surprise of himself and others, actually excelling at it. Seems he had a mind to catch criminals, seeing as he was one every now and again. He made detective by 23, and stayed with the same partner until he was 25. His partner died under mysterious circumstances, and he asked to be transferred due to grief.

In reality, his partner was doubling as an agent for a parahuman creation facility. When Manny discovered this, he went to confront his partner, and their interaction led to his partner's death by Manny's hands, but not before Manny was struck by a bullet in his liver. He managed to call himself an ambulance, but as he went into shock, his body awakened. It was when he woke up in the hospital bed that he found out his newfound power, having grabbed the metal bed rail and transformed.

Since then he decided to quit the service and do freelance bounty hunting and PI jobs, being hired by the Consortium recently. He's been working for them for 8 months.

Abilities

Changer/Striker/Brute.

Has the ability to change his body on a molecular level on command to whatever he happens to be touching, whatever he happens to be touching. To give himself an edge, not only has Manny practiced Jeet Kune Do extensively, but he wears a titanium ring on his left hand, allowing him to not only become the substance, but to be devastating in unarmed combat. He is still a very good shot however, and exceptional in his field of being a detective.

General World Skills:

• Investigatory/Police skills
• Negotiation
• Vehicle Driving (Motor cycles)
• City Knowledge
• Breaking and entering

Combat Skills:

• Wing Chun (took age 18-20)
• Jeet Kune Do (took age 20-22)
• Krav Maga (was recommended for detective training)
• Good shot with a pistol
• Edged Weapons

5: Additional countermeasures come into effect. A typical parahuman and/or one parahuman assisting a squad of operatives should be able to deal with the power in question. Operatives can engage until assistance arrives.

[DracoLunaris]

Seth “Vice“ Lynch

Name: Seth Lynch

Cape Name: Vice

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBfD1-aOiwI

appearance

below the mask, Seth is a scruffy 19 year old who could really do with a bath

Aspects

High Concept: Devil on your shoulder

Trouble: They whisper and scheme behind your back

Origin: Sorry kid, but your parents are supervillains

Growth: Your imaginary friends are bad role models

Adventure: Fight the law so we’ll grow strong

Bio

Personality: A rather selfish anarchist egged on by his backseat driving demons, Seth has grown to hate authority and bakes to have anyone tell him what to do. This is somewhat ironic, considering the 3 creatures on his back guiding his actions and decisions. Despite his ambitions to become more powerful and get revenge on the Ps he is ultimately rather lazy and needs often needs to be goaded into action by his demons. They are quite the snarky asshole and because they are a master, in combat they get a lot of chances to taunt, insult and mock their opponents while the Devil’s do the real cap business.

History:

Seth is a second generation cape, born the child of a pair of international thieves at the height of their careers. While they often left him to go out to engage in their villainous exploits, his parents made sure their child grew up in the lap of luxury, funded through their stolen wealth. They’d break into a vault, get chased around by the local heros and even if one got caught the other would inevitably break their partner out of prison and then the two would disappear with their ill gotten gains. Eventually however, when Seth was 8, the law caught up with both of them at once. They were tried and sent to the bird cage, the most maximum of maximum security prisons from which no-one has ever escaped. A few days later the people his parents had payed to look after Seth handed the boy over to the authorities and he ended up in the american foster system.

At some point in the next few years the stress and confusion experienced from having his parents taken away triggered the boy, but it wasn't until he was 11 that he recognised that his imaginary friends he was using to deal with his loneliness where more real than he thought as 3 of them became dominant and managed to physically manifest themselves. They were the petty and spiteful Envy who was fueled by his desire to get back at the PTR for taking his parents away as well as their envy of their power, the scheming and selfish Avarice, sourced from the desire for the life this parents had let him live and the quiet and relaxed Sloth, who was Seth’s respite from the other two’s permanent goading to action.

At 16 the 3 had finally grown powerful enough that Envy and Greed convinces Seth to run away from his latest foster family and make his own way in the world. Over the next few years Seth graduated from pickpocketing and vandalism to being a minor thorn in the protectorate/P.T.Rs side, showing up out of nowhere during their operations, causing a nuisance and then vanishing again. That said, following his parent’s example, he is yet to actually kill anyone who wasn’t trying to kill him first(though he has done plenty of maiming) and as a result has managed to avoid being actively hunted across the states as he slowly grows his friends power.

Their cross country meandering has brought Seth and his demons to Boston, where they hope that they can take advantage of the chaos, both for profit and to fuck over the Protectorate some more.

Abilities

Master 6

Seth has 3 entities, demonic in appearance and mannerism, at his beck and call. These can be summoned at any time to aid him with their own powers, simply by saying their name/nickname. The strength of these beings has been growing steadily over time as Seth indulges in their respective vices. They cannot be killed, but if sufficiently damaged they will unsummon themselves to recover from their wounds (they generally take a day to recover), however Seth suffers a mental break from the absence of one of his friends, a situation compounded if more than one, or even more horrifyingly, all of them, go down. There's only two big problems with them: their incessant chittering even when not summoned and the fact that they can't move from behind his back. The three demons are as follows, helpfully modeled by satanic mooks.

Envy/Spite: Stranger 2, Blaster 4

Consisting of a masked, 4 eyed being whose body is a cloak from which glowing red eyes(one for each act of revenge or spite) lookout with envy at a the world, Spite wields a massive bow and can conjure spear sized arrows from it’s cloak. The being also has a more passive summoning where it appears simply as it’s cloak and hood, draped across Seth and granting him the ability to blend in with crowds.

It allowing him to blend in with groups without anyone being able to pick him out from said group even if they are actively looking for him, though this only works if he breaks line of sight with anyone hunting him. He can be detected by people who can actively recognise every other member of a group as someone they know. Basically, if a person thinks of the people with them as something like ”Bob, Jeremy, Sabrina and… wait, who's that guy?”, then he can't blend in. If the group is “my staff”, “a crowd of panicked civilians”, “some of my henchmen” etc. then he can fit right in ant will be completely ignored by the group and anyone inspecting the group. He isn’t invisible, but the eyes of an onlooker will simply glide past him, unable to focus or recognize Seth’s presence, though those trained to deal with Strangers might be able to recognise this fact if Seth takes up too much of their vision.

Both Seth and Envy think Spite is a better name than Envy, because there is clearly nothing and nobody they should be envious of. Unsurprisingly they are a petty asshole who has a particular hatred of anyone or thing that does their “thing” and is more powerful than they are such as Vector(bows) or Leviathan(described as a demon of envy in christian scripture).

Greed/Avarice/Scratch: Master/Shaker 3

The tallest of the three, this faceless golden creature has grown ever more resplendent as Seth acquires wealth, though It doesn't really matter if he really holds onto it after it is acquired. They can create small golden coins of an unknown currency at a fairly rapid rate (about 6 coins a second) and can telekinetically manipulate any form of money within a 6 M radius of themselves, using it as projectiles, barriers, whips, etc in combat, simply stealing it from others or using it as a mode of transport if there's enough of it. The more coins they are controlling the less fine control they have, they could make single small dexterous hand of coins, but not a full person and at the greatest amounts they are restricted to “waves” of money briefly sloshing in the desired direction. As is to be expected of a devil’s coin, the money it creates will vanish come the next sunrise.

Greed has delusions of grandeur and insists on being called Avarice instead of Greed. Spite and sometimes Seth call him Scratch just to piss them off. Affluent and manipulative, Greed is a perfect gentleman that will screw someone over for a single penny.

Sloth: Brute 4, Master 4

A hulking brute of flesh and chitin, sloth is the biggest of the three and features two massive resilient shield like growths on its thick arms and on it’s face that are covered in blank red crystalline eyes. Strong and capable of taking a beating, sloth however is noticeably heavy compared to it’s peers, making moving around difficult for Seth while they are summoned. Sloth is also capable of summoning the other two demons to do it’s fighting for it, having them appear behind its own shoulders instead of behind Seth’s back. This however makes moving basicly impossible for Seth due to the added load, converting the entire party into a stationary bastion.

Sloth is to lazy to remember any nicknames they get. Sloth relatively rarely speaks and is content to go with the flow most of the time, though they will sometimes butt in to temper the ambitions of the others. That said, Sloth’s devilry is more insidious than the other two, if sloth had its way then Seth would spend most of his time engaging in frivolous distractions, and it is no coincidence that Sloth is the biggest of the 3.

The other 4 vices do exist, but are ruthlessly suppressed by Greed and Envy. They consider Lust and Gluttony disruptive to their ambitions as they would appeal to Seth’s hedonism (sloth is already bad enough) and they believe Pride and Wrath would drive their host to suicidally reckless actions. Below even them are virtues that get maybe one word in a month. Seth isn’t actively aware of this particular state of affairs and the pair intend to keep it that way.

"Seth"
"Spite"
"Avarice"
"Sloth"

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New Character

Information

Name: Hubert Roxwell

Cape Name: Replicant

Theme Song:

Aspects

High Concept: Mad scientist of justice

Trouble: What is this thing you call "personal space?"

Origin: Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door

Growth: I will master biology!

Adventure: Punching baddies in the face... FOR SCIENCE!

Bio

Personality: Hubert isn't a man that likes or enjoys subtlety, despite his power being perfectly tailored for exactly that. He prefers that everything he does be done with pomp and pizzazz! If it's worth doing, it's worth putting a little excitement into, no? Otherwise what's the fun in being a superhero? No seriously, your entire life is managed by the PRT, you're regularly expected to battle it out in life or death skirmishes against powerful villains, every few months nigh unstoppable godlike killing machines destroy a city, and your social life outside of the Protectorate is pretty much nonexistent, so you've got to take life by the balls where you can! He's known for putting on airs, attempting to be as dramatic as possible in his superheroics. To him it is both a coping mechanism for the truly horrible state of the world, but also a way that he hopes can inspire others. Aaaaaand he uses it to distract from how horrifying how powers can actually be, so it's great from a PR standpoint too.

Under the bravado and excitement, Hubert is as mixed up as anyone else. He still carries a lot of baggage from his trigger event, particularly since it never really went away and he's just had it on pause. He knows that if he ever misses a medication treatment, it could spell his death. Having that hang over his head every day has led him to contemplate what's important and understand his priorities, but it has also made him more reckless than he needs to be. He can occasionally throw himself against an enemy that he has no hope of beating because in his mind, he's already a dead man walking and has survived this long, so eh? Why not?

As a side affect of gaining his powers, his shard has an instinctive desire to spread. This manifests in his behavior through a lack of understanding personal space, and on occasion the right of consent. He'll stand uncomfortably close to people, get right in their face, or touch someone when the social cues would suggest otherwise, but he will also take samples from people without asking (they'd surely agree once they understand how this benefits my research!) in order to experiment with. In fact, he seems to be completely incapable of comprehending that a person wouldn't immediately agree, so anytime he is caught or reprimanded, he becomes highly confused. If pushed too far, this confusion can become irritation, which can become anger, which can lead to him lashing out. Only when he lashes out, it's with a new plague.

History: Born and raised as the fourth son (with three older sisters!) of a lower middle class family, he really had to be loud and assertive, or even aggressive, in order to be heard in his household. This was not a state of affairs that he particularly cared for. Not that he didn't love his family, he did, but never having enough money to make ends meet, to get his own clothes and toys, for the family to go out and do things? That sucked. A lot. Perpetual poverty was just a real shitty place to be. Still, they made things work and it wasn't too bad.... Until...

When Hubert was half through his fifteenth year, he had been diagnosed with esophageal cancer. The family already had no money to survive, so this was devastating. He lived through two years of radiology and chemotherapy, but it didn't help. It progressed to stage four and became metastasized, splitting cells into the bloodstream. After two years of long, hard battling with his illness, the doctor told him and the family to get his affairs in order, he wouldn't survive another month.

Years of torment came to a head in that one moment when he was told there was nothing that could be done and he was going to die. In the middle of the night, in his hospital bed, Hubert triggered. Suddenly he saw the world in a whole new way, his mind operated completely differently than it had before. Hubert unhooked himself from the IV and heart monitor, then snuck around the hospital stealing machines and bacteria culture samples. In his room he tore them apart and rewired the machines into something new, where he placed the different bacteria. After a full night's work the morning nurse came to check on him, and to the nurse's shock he was in the process of injecting himself with something! Hubert tried to communicate to her what was going on, that he had designed a strain of bacteria that exclusively ate cancerous cells and it was now his only method of survival, but the tumor in his throat made communication a wee bit difficult. Orderlies came to restrain him and doctor's came to test just what the hell he'd done to himself. Nobody seemed interested in his body language trying to get something to write with. Their tests could ruin his new cure! The bacteria was still in infancy, and if they screened him wrong, gave him a dose of radiation this early, or the wrong medication, it could kill his last chance at survival!

That's when the PRT showed up. A single officer entered the hospital and met with Hubert on the grounds that a thinker-type hero had detected his trigger event. Finally someone was willing to listen to him and he was able to write down his story. The doctors were immediately ordered to unrestrain Hubert, and he chose to join the PRT officer to discuss the matter of his being a parahuman with his family. He immediately accepted the offer to join the Wards, despite the dangers. His birthday was in three months anyway, so it wasn't long before he graduated to be a full force Protectorate hero anyway. That was six months ago. Hubert, now known as Replicant (because it was the only name related to bacteria and viruses he could think of that didn't make him sound like a bio-terrorist) has been a cape for nine months now. Despite his mastery over microbiology, he has yet to find a suitable cure for his cancer, and the bacteria don't survive for long. He lives every day knowing that if he doesn't take a dose nearly every day, his tumor can grow back and kill him stone dead. But hey, he's very open and public about his illness, and that gives him a lot of popularity with certain demographics!

Abilities

Tinker 7 - Hubert is a highly specialized tinker that works with microbiology and the technology directly associated with that study. In fact he is so specialized that he is incapable of grasping what other tinkers find to be incredibly easy even if outside their field of expertise, like laser guns. However what he lacks in broad understanding he more than makes up for in sheer potency. Flesh eating bacteria? Easy. Make it airborne? Child's play. Infectious on skin contact? I can do that in my sleep. Have it also infect the optic center of the brain so that the infected sees colors inverted? Did that yesterday. You get the idea. Bacteria, viruses, and other microorganisms come quite easy to him, as do methods of dispersing these pathogens. It's not all horrible doom and gloom, though. After all, every person on earth is filled with beneficial bacteria that are required for living, right? And he can make, alter, replicate, and create new strains of these as well. So far the only limitation he's shown to have thus far are the incubation period (he can't make a single organism reproduce into billions overnight), and his own morality (though admittedly that he can play loosely with).

Brute 4 - Not a result of his trigger event at all, Hubert was given a brute classification after the fact once he had experimented on his own body extensively. While he isn't able to operate on himself as thoroughly and revolutionary as well as a more broad bio-tinker like the infamous villain Bonesaw, he has introduced multiple strains of new organisms to his body that have benefited him greatly. The benefits are as follows:

• With intensive effort, lift an average car overhead
• Greatly improved reflexes/reaction time
• Ability to see microorganisms without the aid of a microscope
• Limited regenerative properties (Will heal a gunshot wound in a matter of minutes instead of days, cannot regrow lost limbs... But he's working on it!)

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Ifrit (Bryson Green)

Ifrit Character Sheet

Name: Bryson Green

Cape Name: Ifrit (pronounced Ee-Freet)

Theme song:

Kill our way to Heaven

Aspects

High Concept: Sure of everything but himself.
Trouble: What does it even mean to be right?
Origin: There is no right choice….
Growth: The only one in charge, is me.
Adventure: For now, I’ll trust you.

Bio:


Minus the hood and gun, (most of the time anyway) and usually sporting more color. I'm really not going for a dark/serious character here, something more light you know?

Basic description:

Gender/orientation: Male, straight
Height: 6’0” on the dot, although he appears much bigger when in his power suit of course. Looks closer to 6.5-7' in his suit.
Appearance: Brown hair, light but tanned skin. Blue eyes. Thin, athletic body like someone who works out regularly but with the intent of staying in shape rather than building muscle. Not a particularly attractive face, moderate features, clean shaven with light scarring from recent adolescence.
Costume appearance: Wears a power suit like many tinkers, appears to be some sort of composite or polymer. Very form fitting, doesn’t appear to hamper mobility. Since the whole thing is 3d printed, Ifrit changes color often but prefers at least one bright striking color like flame orange or striking green and an accompanying complimentary mild color. Between the panels of the suit it appears to glow with power (really just LED’s) but has multiple smoke dispensaries which can carry very real effects. Always seems to be accompanied by a thin cloud of vapor, leaking from various point in the suit. Face is completely hidden.

History:

History/Personality

Bryson was always a “nice” person. He has never gotten any joy or satisfaction out of causing someone pain or discomfort, the idea doesn’t deter him but it doesn’t sound interesting. He was raised in what he believed was an ideal situation, good family life, not poor but not wealthy, comfortable. He was always a “golden boy,” always did the “right” thing, got good grades, helped people when he could, was good in church. Raised in an extremely religious family, but also taught to value education, he valued the concept of “truth” and “doing what is right.” The cracks started forming when the two started to come into conflict.
Toward the end of his high school career, he began questioning things, doubting the church he had always been raised in. His questioning was not handled well by his family or community, he was heavily ostracized and despite always doing what he thought was the right thing, life was getting harder. Stressed and lonely from his strained relationships with his family, friends, and community, all for doing what he thought was the correct thing to do, something finally gave when his high school sweetheart died. The death could have been avoided, but a strict religious philosophy held by her family prevented her treatment. Emotionally shattered by the collapse of his ideals, the stress of his ruined relationships and the confusion at what he should be doing, he finally triggered at the age of 16.

Personality:
Bryson took the opportunity his powers provided him to leave the community of his childhood and join the wards under the name “Djinni.” He essentially cut off his former life, embracing the open possibility of his new life. Throwing himself into the work, over the next year he would regain a sense of security and confidence, and he still has a strong sense of empathy and desire to help others, but it is tinted through a lense of cynicism and frustration with humanity. He ethically goes between a desire to save other people, and seeing them as mere machines, tools to be used to achieve his goals. He can’t help feeling sorry for people who suffer, but he also feels that it is foolish and pointless in the grand scheme of things. He has a sense for the incongruity of how the PRT is controlled by the civilian population, and feels as though most capes are simply actors on a stage, not seriously consistent with their alleged goals. He seeks people with direction, and has a strong appreciation for consistency and use of persuasion without force. Despite having an appreciation for the value and importance of lying, he dislikes people who do it. He dislikes inconsistent ethical systems, or anything her perceives as misleading. He is hardly locked in to the concept of being a “hero”, despite joining the protectorate, because he is well aware of how inconsistent the system is and how poor it is at fulfilling its own goals. He still wants to do the right thing, but is no longer sure of the concept of morality, or what he should really prioritize in his life. For now, he is taking the path of least resistance.

Conversationally, Ifrit is light hearted most of the time. Appreciates good humor, tries to stay outwardly positive, is very focused on other people in conversation, still tries to be kind.

Immediate history:
Now, recently graduated from the wards and under his new name, Ifrit, he has been sent to join the fresh but critically understaffed Boston protectorate. Brysin has now served under the PRT for a combined 2 years. Despite all appearances however, he is not fully mature in terms of his ethical system or life goals. A life in the protectorate is safe, but he doesn’t see himself going through a lifetime of service only to die a violent death, and further the Protectorate does not truly align with his view of the world, or even his most altruistic of goals. In this chaotic and charged situation it remains to be seen what Bryson will decide.

Abilities:

Tinker 6

Tinker focus: Polymers.
Details: Has a deep understanding of polymer chemistry (molecules with repeating parts, that’s plastics, proteins, fibers, carbon nanotubes, spidersilk, etc.) Allows him to quickly understand already existing ones, design new ones, and manipulate them on a level nobody else can. Side ability of being able to see weak points in polymer materials as well.
While his tinker abilities are largely material based (creating super materials with high strength/durability and low weight, think Taylors spider silk on steroids, or other extreme properties like fireproofing.) He also has Electroactive polymers (artificial muscles, material that can be both manipulatable like clothing and then extremely stiff when powered, batman’s bulletproof cloak/armor were based on this) 3d printers, electroconductive polymers (3d printed/pure plastic computers) solid state polymer based batteries, chemical agents both airborn, biological in the form of proteins (bonesaws anti-power pryons are proteins) and foam like containment foam, and an understanding of proteins and DNA. He cannot manipulate DNA in organisms since he doesn’t know what his modifications will do, he has no medical knowledge of that type. Essentially he understands DNA to the same degree that Armsmaster understood computer code. He might be able to make a DNA hard drive for example, and can certainly design protein based agents, like the prions (which are proteins) (spoiler) bonesaw used to disable people powers temporarily.)

Tactical

Basic tactical information: Ifrit is not a good front line fighter. Although more then capable in offensive situations where he holds the initiative, or element of surprise, he is poorly suited to continuous combat situations. In large scale operations he functions in a supporting role, cleaning up disabled enemies or taking advantage of weak points, serving a sort of battlefield control/intelligence role, covering the gaps in his allies defenses, and getting emergency help for downed team mates. Works very well on a team, is independently effective only so long as he has the initiative. Very effective at surprise or stealth situations. Like most tinkers, if he knows what he is up against he can come up with something to counter his enemies’ strengths and take advantage of their weaknesses, given enough information and time.

Most used gear

Known, commonly used mainstay tech:
-Powersuit:
Like most tinkers, Ifrit’s pride is his powersuit. It is built with 3d printed parts, which allows it to be incredibly small for all that it carries. Each component uses redundant solid state LiPo batteries or graphene super-capacitors with integrated computers for analyzing his body movements so that the built in electroactive polymer (EAP) muscles can magnify his strength, the muscles are dense and make him around 2x as strong. Essentially, he will be above average human strength, but the low weight makes him not able to compete with any true brawler, since his suit doesn’t carry much momentum, but he is still strong and able to pack a punch. Because the armor is made of extremely high yield polymers it is incredibly strong for both its weight and size, coated in fire/heat resistant polymers. The extremely high strength to weight ratio of the suit allows Ifrit to climb and jump with superhuman strength, but he can’t fly or anything too crazy. The hands and feet use high grip polymers that make him not quite as good of a climber as a gecko, but with the help of upward momentum he can scale buildings quickly. Although the suit is coated in fire resistant polymers to prevent it from burning, it is still vulnerable to high temperature situations since it produces a lot of heat and is prone to overheating if it goes for too long without the opportunity to cool itself. It is certainly extremely durable, since it is made out of polymers that make spidersilk, Kevlar, and High Molecular Weight Polyethylene look like twine. Bullet proof, and against conventional threats slash proof, it is hard to ouncture but it is thin and has limited padding so if you hit hard enough Ifrit himeslf is still quite breakable on the inside, as he has no way to limit g forces.
All over the suit are ports where smoke seems to leak out of. Ifrit can redirect the same vents to carry actual chemical agents but they are often used for the effect to give him a smoky afterimage, largely aesthetic but it can also be used for stealth since a lot of smoke can be generated to mask his position. His whole body is sealed inside this suit, and he carries reserve oxygen, co2 scrubbers, and chemical/bio agent resistant air filters so he can breathe. It should be noted that his suit is not always sealed, but it can be, such that no chemical or bacteria on the outside should be able to get in when sealed. The suit is designed to a tolerance of at least 1 atm of pressure on the inside, so hypothetically Ifrit could survive in space although his suit is relatively radiation resistant, it isnt built to handle the extreme temperatures of space and holds a very limited amount of air in reserve (3 minutes) and would not be recommended for such applications.

-Technically the same device, but these are sub-modules. First, protein based tranquilizer darts, shot from the wrists. Ifrit has more than one type of dart and can adjust dosage on the fly to ensure he doesn’t do permanent damage by overdosing a target. For example, some darts are fast acting to (relatively) quickly disable muscle movements, and others are for long term incapacitation. He can also adjust the firing velocity. Keep in mind that I am taking a relatively realistic take on how these drugs act on human bodies, and even the fastest acting agents take minutes to actually have any effect on a target. Unless of course you don’t mind totally overdosing, but that would kill them and Ifrit is, for now, a good guy.

-Also wrist mounted, are nozzles for both smoke/aerosol sprays, things like super pepper spray or even incapacitating agents, or prions. There is also a containment foam launcher, but its capacity is very limited because of the relatively slim profile of Ifrits suit.

-(recent addition) On the back side of his helmet is a smoothly integrated ridge which can actually be detached and reatached to Iftrits hand. It is an extremeley durable, unfolding baton for close quarters combat. Part of it has Taser prongs, the output strength of which can be adjusted on the fly from inside the suit.

-(recent addition) Usually on his back, Ifrit carries a handful of "grenades," which essentially high density canisters filled with smoke or chemical agents he may need in the field.

-What suit would be complete without a grappling hook? This grappling hook has no retraction mechanism however, and has a weak deployment mechanism. It functions more like a harpoon but uses super strong and thin polymer amide cord. More for utility/tying targets up, but rope is always useful.

-The last trick on his suit is the supercomputer built into his helmet. It isn’t like Armsmasters combat analyzer, but it does use DNA hard drives to store a vast quantity of information in a tiny space. He has stored essentially the entire internet which he incrementally updates daily, but particularly all the info from the PRT and parahumans.net so he can quickly get information on any targets using his built in HUD in his suit. He was given special access by the PRT to be able to store information on a personal drive because of the relatively un-hackable nature of the DNA based computer.

-variants: Like any tinker, adaptability is Ifrit’s strength, and he has an advantage since his suits are relatively inexpensive to manufacture via 3d printing. He has multiple suits for different purposes. Like a truly fireproof suit with very little muscle but can withstand high temps for long periods. A containment foam based suit. A sniper mod for his tranq launcher. A brawler based suit that is heavy and Ifrit has strong distaste for because of its lack of mobility. A flight based suit with unfolding EAP wings, only leg based artificial muscle, and a reduction in other capabilities. A scuba suit, basically what it says on the tin.

-Drones: Although Ifrit has a myriad of drones, he almost always uses two for the same purposes and he only has two AI. The Ai are actually very unsophisticated and were not designed by Ifrit. They are unable to engage in combat on their own and are essentially only capable of limited navigation on their own, like staying in an area, keeping a view on a target, or going from point a to b. Most specific maneuvers require direct control by Ifrit via his HUD helmet.

The first is named Pixie, and is a small drone in the standard quadcopter configuration. Only about 1 foot long and 10 inches wide, it is fitted with a low capacity tranq dart (6 dart) launcher, and a handful of capsules to hold smoke grenades or chemical agents. It is extremely fast however and is primarily used to scout out enemy locations, gather information, and occasionally attempt to catch a target off guard with a tranq dart. It can’t do much besides go from point a to b without Ifrit’s direct control. Pixie is very quiet for a drone, and is suited to stealth operations. It is a favorite tactic of Ifrit to use Pixie to confuse an enemy by using smoke for example to make it appear as though there are additional parahumans present.

The second drone is named Griffin, and is actually quite large at about 8 feet by 7. Also a standard quadcopter, Griffin is typically either landed nearby or hovering high above the position of engagement. Strong enough to carry one average sized person, it can be used to deploy an individual rapidly (although Ifrit actually hates doing this since you have to lay down suspended in the drone’s underbelly, or in the case of Ifrit himself his suit has a locking mechanism on each of his hands and his back, any of which will hold him) or extract an individual in need of medical attention. Pixie is usually carried by Griffin, who serves essentially as a supply vehicle or pack mule to Ifrit. Griffin carries extra batteries, ammunition, and medical supplies as well as Pixie. Griffin is mounted with a standard containment foam dispenser which Ifrit can use to cover a downed target provided it is air accessible. Griffin also has a larger tranq dart "sniper rifle" but it is difficult to use at range because of air currents, stability when flying in the air, and because Griffin is both relatively slow and noisy, plus the cost of getting Griffin engaged in combat (it isn’t super durable) is often higher than keeping it in reserve. It serves as air surveillance with a suite of sensors like infrared and the like. Griffin is quiet enough to where it won’t be detected by most people when high above, but if it attempts to get in close it will be quite noisy and obvious.

Starting Faction: Protectorate

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Mystral 'Felicity' Farron

Complete Name: Mystral Schirm-Farron

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Cape Name: Felicity

Theme Song:


Aspects

High Concept: A careless stranger, delighting in the chances.

Trouble: Risks everything in fair circumstances.

Origin: Rotting in a homestead, ran away.

Growth: Tired of security, will gamble until dead.

Adventure: Why not?

Bio: Mystral is the daughter of prestige, the epitome of royalty. Born from the union of aristocrats that hail from wealthy countries, it was inevitable, even destined that she lived a sheltered, rigid and symbolically ‘perfect’ life.

Honor and wealth is equivalent to health -Farron Motto

--which is exactly why she left Frankreich in the first place.

Mystral, despite her ‘perfect’ upbringing, was not entertained by all the formalities of royalty. She dreaded every day, knowing that there were hands to be shook and treaties to be signed to ensure a ‘good and prosperous life’ for the citizens of Frankreich. She could hardly give a damn what those peasants had to think or say.

It was a droll life, a boring, tidy, and predictable life, until she decided that on her eighteenth birthday, she would leave for good.
She enjoys a life of risk, the more dangerous, the better.

Soon, she finds herself a life of gambling, living in excess whenever possible. “The thrill of uncertainty”, she says. Mystral hopped from city to city, leaving all ties once her infamy rises far enough to have her evicted, but never through anyone’s force. If she ever left in debt, the payment was sure to follow, never weeks behind.

Mystral leaves every single place with a formal curtsy, a gracious smile, and a handwritten note-- usually left at the last table she stays on. This earned her the moniker of ‘Felicity’, for wherever she may go, her smile never falters.

Goodbye, thank you and good riddance.

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Power Backstory

One such encounter of hers included meeting with a powerful gambler/ syndicate boss, known by many names-- in this story, he is Argente. There has been no solid lead on him; his identity a secret. Nonetheless, Mystral's wit and merit as a gambler had her provide audience for Argente. She was there to knock another man off their seat of power. For the giggles.

Now, she played as fairly as she could. She didn't even try to rig the cards by sleight of hand-- but in some way or another, Argente. Always. Won. So much so that she grew skeptic of Argente. It is later revealed that he was cheating all along. Mystral was being robbed right in front of her eyes! The ordeal ends with her losing half of her 'fairly' gotten wealth, and with a giant blow to her ego.

She comes back months later with better tricks, outsmarting and outplaying Argente. Her first visit was fair play, now she was in to win-- no matter what it took. Mystral could let luck play its game; she reveled in the suspense of winning or losing. --but if the deck was stacked all along, then it was time to roll her sleeves down and play dirty. Suffice to say, she won by out-cheating Argente.

The crime lord didn't take being played lightly, and offered one last game-- a game Mystral would have no chance to win. He proposes a 'modified' game of Russian Roulette. "Two guns, one bullet each. Both pull the trigger at the same time until someone 'loses'" Even if she said no, the guns of Argente's henchmen could convince her otherwise.

The game begins.. only Mystral was given a handgun instead of a revolver. No more escape. This time money wasn't on the line. It was her life; Mystral had often teetered between life and death. This was the only moment she could feel its cold grip against her neck. It suffocated her, yet pride did not permit her to back away-- among other strong forces that had a barrel to her head.

With one last look of disdain, the game begins. As Argente pulls the trigger 'click' Not that one. He urges her to follow through, a sinister grin wrapped around his twisted face. Mystral follows by aiming her gun at him. One last upstage before death's embrace. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank.

All of the bullets were blank.. Except the ones that went through her stomach and chest, peppering her frail body. The henchmen had opened fire just as planned. Now, stood the triumphant Argente, his cocky glare the last thing Mystral sees before her vision blurs by loss of blood. She lay there, gasping for her life. Her heart yearned for vengeance, nothing but the burning desire to get back at Argente.

You really didn't think I'd give you a loaded gun, did you?

Bet yourself outta this one, Felicity. It's sad a smart girl like you isn't as powerful as I am; you would have done so many things as a part of our syndicate.

Hey-- maybe if you live, I'll let you have your revenge. Maybe then you can be where I am. -Argente

---

By some thread of luck, she did survive that, not without sustaining massive injury. A passerby had heard the gunshots and opted to investigate. There lay in front of him a dying Mystral, curled and ready to accept death's kiss.. but that would have to wait. She was nursed to health and was able to get back to her feet. This time, she dared not confront Argente anymore. Her burning desire to get even was still present, but she had to play the long game with him. There was no way to destroy him straightforward, so she bides her time and works laterally. She slowly secured favor around Argente's reach, just enough to be able to turn some heads away.

That was when the Cauldron contacted her, relaying their desire to 'help her out' It would seem that Argente has stepped on some rather big toes. This is where she got her ability, apt to her attitude as a gambler.

Mystral comes back to confront Argente, some abilities already under her belt. Getting to him was as easy as using her portal to appear in his private quarters. Plenty methods came to her mind once it was just the two of them. But, she only wanted to use one ability: her first. Without his wall of men, Argente was just a mortal man. He had nowhere to hide and no one to pay.

Remember when you said I get to replace you? I hope you're a man of your word~ -Mystral Farron

With those, she was able to get her revenge. By the letter of his words, he would let her get revenge. Argente felt his feet stick to the ground as if paralyzed. His arms stiffened like a statue. Cry as he may for his bodyguards, Mystral had enough time to get the revolver stuffed in his coat and unload all the bullets but one.

She smirked and placed the barrel right between his eyes "Remember our game?" click "I pulled the trigger" click click "eight times." click "You just did it once.." click "and even then."

BANG "You cheated."

click

Ability: Wager

Trump

Mystral has the ability to bet anything, may it be tangible or non-tangible. In essence, she could outsmart a man to bet his intellect, or outdrink a body builder for their strength. The drawback is that she must also put something of equal value-- so there will be no unfairness when it comes to the stakes; she cannot bet an egg to gain someone's chicken. In the same essence, she must bet her life to gain a life. How the game is played though, that's where the misdirection can happen, but only to those who deserve it.

With this ability, she has been able to wager other abilities out of other users, and has since garnered a collection of powers such as superhuman prowess (Brute 4 level), and portal conjuration (Mover 6).

[Old Amsterdam]

Gamble

Information

Name:
Jackson Falls

Cape Name:
Gamble

Theme Song:

Aspects

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High Concept:
I Defy Your Odds

Trouble:
Wait, I Can Already Do This?

Origin:
My Debts Have Eyes

Growth:
The Past Can't Chain Me

Adventure:
Do You Feel Lucky, Punk?

Bio

Appearance:
He was only a few inches taller than five feet, blonde hair with blue eyes, with an air of confidence. Wearing simple clothes, the man appeared to be nothing extraordinary. In fact, he seemed to be low-tier gutter trash ordinary. What you expect to find in a trailer park mixed with a biker bar, really. His hair was just long enough to be considered shaggy and unkempt, his face clean shaven oddly enough, and his entire demeanor relaxed. The fact that he didn't smell of urine and decay was almost as surprising as the fact that he looked so tidy once you got past the general stereotype look he had. Short sleeve shirt, Carpenter jeans, sneakers, a leather jacket... The appearance of a nobody in the most classic way.

Personality:
Jackson is whimsical, carefree, and a bit of an idiot. He may be shrewd, but he's far from the brightest lamp in the store or sharpest tool in the shed. He's average, but Incredibly cocky and prone to causing trouble without even trying to.

Inside he's a kind soul, with a soft spot for pretty and unique women, but he's a gambling addict with a thirst for the uphill battle. Spurn him and he'll only try all the harder to win you over. He tests his luck constantly, because he's so confident he'll come out ahead in the end.

History:
Jackson was anything but special his entire life. He barely graduated school, he could never play a sport well, he couldn't pick up an instrument... Simply put, he couldn't do a damn thing well. He glossed through life as a below average guy.

After turning twenty five, and flunking out of college twice, he jumped aboard a family vacation to Vegas. The small meager sum of two hundred dollars was all he could try and turn into something great.

And he did. A Lucky draw in Black Jack. A lucky drop in the roulette table. The slot stopped on Jackpot!

He couldn't believe it he'd turned a few hundred into several thousand. The thrill! The rush! The attention! He needed more. A change so great he could have all of that all the time, and not be seen as an idiot with nowhere to go.

He became addicted to gambling, losing more than he won. He'd lost his car betting on a high Ace in a poker game. Lost his grandfather's watch on a bad dice roll in a basement. Lost his apartment because he couldn't pay the rent.

And then he found himself in debt to a gambling ring ran by several Parahuman villains. Big debt.

They sent their goons collecting one cold night a few years ago. As he laid in the street, already battered and broken, a gun was pressed to his temple. Everything finally clicked into place as the hammer was pulled back, and the crushing despair fell upon him.

A flash of light, the goons stumbling and shouting, gunfire...
All he wanted in those final moments was to be able to nab the gun and shoot them all in the head at once.

And he did. Instinctually he knew the odds had been astronomically out of his realm of possibility. That he could even get the gun with no training, to fire a single bullet just right to Ricochet just right through all of them...

That was five years ago, and now he's 32 and goes by Gamble. He joined the PRT soon after the incident to gain protection from the villains he was sure wanted revenge for his debts and killing of their underlings.

With the situation in Boston going south, he's been transferred to lend a hand.

Abilities

Numbers Game:
Thinker 6
Gamble succeeds where the impossible exists. Pick up a gun and shoot your glasses off your face without knowing what gun he even has? Definitely. Knock out five people with a single hubcap in one throw? Easy. Hack into the PRT with his eyes closed? Here could do that in his sleep.

The more improbable the result, the more potent he will succeed. He details what he wants to happen, and the power guides him from there.

The major drawback is that this works best with things he doesn't know or doesn't know well, which fortunately for him is almost everything. However, years of duplicating actions will leave him with a slow learning of how to do such a task, and as such his ability weakens with specific tasks over the years.

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[Lasrever]

Magnum Opus

FC

Appearance: Seventeen-year-old Maggie is hardly the most intimidating person out there, short for her age and skinny to boot; her hoodie practically swallows her whole, sleeves long enough to cover up her hands and hat pulled down to cover as much of her head and face as possible. Pale and unhealthy, with no real way to clean herself up, she's the very image of a girl that just wants to avoid being seen.

Name: Maggie Sinclair

Cape Name: Magnum Opus

Theme Song:

EDEN - Wake Up

Aspects

High Concept: The strongest weakling

Trouble: Scared to take the reins

Origin: It's lonely at the top

Growth: No-one looks behind closed doors

Adventure: I'd rather wish myself away

Bio

Personality: As is the case with a lot of capes, Mag can be a little... odd. Skittish as they come, with enough trust issues to give even the most paranoid gang leader a run for their money, it's a little difficult to get her to come out of her shell. Even the friendliest of capes will be met with silence and wariness on first greeting, and anyone more hostile isn't likely to get a word from her, though she's easily intimidated into listening to basically everyone.

Perhaps as a result of her own weakness, she seems to treat everything and everyone with a sense of vague suspicion. When alone, however, she appears to interact with her summoned minions in a way that appears almost familial, treating them as friends rather than living pictures. The behaviour is probably at least a little unhealthy, but good luck getting her to pay attention when you say that.

Despite her power having enormous potential, Mag herself seems afraid of testing her limits, only using it to its full extent - or at all - when pushed. While she might be a useful ally at some point, right now she's more frustrating to deal with than anything else. Unless she's backed into a corner, the girl is a liability. In the hands of almost anyone else, used properly, the timid girl's power could be one of the most formidable around.

But with her wielding it, it just leaves people wondering what might have been.

History: It's a fairly common thing, really - this idea that all the best artists draw from some sort of pain. Inner, outer, the mind or the body... there's always something there, some deep darkness from which true art might spring. For her first few years, Mag never understood that theory. She just wanted to draw, to paint, to create, and devoted every second to that task. Almost obsessively, really, though the hours of practice certainly showed.

Not that she was producing masterpieces quite yet, but her art was certainly impressive for her age - the girl was, by all accounts, a prodigy. It wasn't too long before she started winning competitions, bringing in prizes, and showing the potential to be a genuinely fantastic artist.

But then, people are always eager to seize hold of potential. And as we all know, the best way to get someone to reach their potential is to force them into reaching it by whatever means necessary. No friends outside of school, no time to herself - not when that time could be dedicated to improvement. And for a while, she followed along, easy to terrorise and force into doing what she was told, even as the isolation grew and her classmates became more and more distant, jealous and spiteful words pricking at her ears everywhere she went.

Such things change with maturity however, and like many the child of an overbearing parent before her, Mag developed a rebellious streak as she grew older. Sick of the never being good enough, of being treated as some kind of art factory rather than a person, of never having anyone at all to talk to or trust. And of course, like any reasonable parents, her mother and father had a long civil discussion with her and worked out all their differences.

...Yeah, right.

Not really, of course. Instead, they clamped down harder than ever before, every aspect of her life being meticulously controlled - culminating in the day that she came home and found nothing. Every possession, every method of communication, every distraction, was gone. Isolation, with nothing to do except draw, picture after picture.

As the door locked behind her, the girl finally reached a breaking point. And as she sat, tears running down her face, she watched as a black cat emerged from the canvas, purring as it settled in her lap. It wasn't fair, it wasn't funny, and she didn't want anything to do with it. In her mind it seemed that the creature was taunting her from where it sat, so peaceful, so tranquil, so comforting. And so very fake.

A few weeks later, with no sign of a light at the end of the tunnel, she finally got sick of it. After running away from home with a book full of drawings and as much cash as she could steal without being noticed, she made her way to Boston, where she's been scraping by - mostly through petty crimes and shoplifting without any powers involved. Passing her time with street art, the girl has been making an attempt to completely forget about her abilities.

But with rising tensions in the city, gang wars inflamed, and threats around every corner, it's not clear how long that'll last.

Abilities

Rating: Master/Striker (7)

Mag has the ability to breathe new life into works of art - all too literally. Any drawing, sketch, or painting that she touches can be brought to life and kept at her beck and call. The minions will take commands from her, though when she isn't directly controlling them they appear sentient and act of their own free will. Initial summoning does require contact with the art, but after that the creatures can be directed by her thoughts as she sees fit. Small drawings can be magnified in size somewhat if she chooses, though she can't make the summoned creature any larger than the real thing would be.

There doesn't seem to be any hard limit on how many she can summon at a time, but if she doesn't already have a minion present she's completely vulnerable without her sketchbook or some other drawing at hand. Beyond that, if a creature is destroyed, it remains injured if summoned again quickly and will slowly regenerate over time - generally taking a day or two to be useful again.

The creations themselves have a slightly unreal quality, retaining the appearance of whatever was used to draw them. As a general rule, the strength & durability of the creations is based on the physical abilities of whatever creature is being summoned, but different materials have different strengths and weaknesses that affect the properties of her creations.

Surface Differences

Paper: Paper minions tend to be faster and lighter, making them more agile and offensively versatile, focusing on flurries of fast slicing and cutting attacks rather than outright force. However, they retain some of the weaknesses from the material itself, being particularly vulnerable to most attack types, especially fire, and generally less durable than other minions.

Canvas: Canvas minions occupy a middle ground - they can take more hits than paper, but don't have the same manoeuvrability or share its potential for quick attacks. They're somewhat absorbent, able to soak up some amount of liquid, though it also makes them more sluggish as a result of the added weight. In addition, they're fairly resistant to blunt force attacks, with slicing and tearing being more effective. Much like paper minions, they are also vulnerable to fire.

Concrete / Street art: Concrete minions are by far the physically strongest of her summons. Resistant to a wide variety of attacks, their versatility is mostly limited by their own weight - using them indoors or on rooftops is pretty much impossible. In addition, they're fairly slow, making their attacks perfectly avoidable provided you're paying attention. That being said, they're a real pain to put down, and can often result in a whole lot of collateral damage.

Material Differences

Pencil: Pencil drawings tend to be more flexible than others, with a greater range of movement and changeable shape meaning they are often the easiest to use in tight spaces. They tend to have sharper edges than painted creatures, meaning they fare better when it comes to cutting or similar attacks.

Ink: Similar to pencil, but providing slightly increased durability. They are also slightly darker, more easily able to hide and blend in should it be necessary. However, ink-based minions are highly vulnerable to water.

Paint: The paint on these minions provides a thin layer of protection over their surface, making them more resistant to corrosion, water, and heat until it is broken through.

Chalk: When moving, chalk minions are surrounded by powder, which reduces visibility and makes breathing slightly more difficult for anyone (including her) standing too close, but is otherwise harmless.