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"Just my luck, getting to babysit some super-brats...It'll be interesting, at least."


Name: Atsushi Fukuda

Alias: N/A....?

Nicknames: Director, Fukuda-San (by some of his staff he's more personal with) 

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Personality: Atsushi has the kind of personality that rubs higher-ups the wrong way; where they would prefer secrecy and subtlety, he prefers being upfront and brutally honest, in a business where, truth be told, deceptions are the norm. Not to say he won't, because he's also a smart enough man to recognize some necessity in the system...But he doesn't budge when he can afford not to, and won't hesitate to handle things his way when given the chance. He fully believes all the bureaucratic bullshit is nothing more than that. Bullshit. Sadly, it's the kinda bullshit you can't just wipe off clean and good as new. Something had to change....But for now, this status quo would need to stick. 

Beyond the business aspects of things, Fukuda prefers to be as amicable as possible with those he interacts with. Not always because he actually likes or appreciates these individuals; in fact, more often than not, that certainly isn't the case. However, he finds it easier to play nice and not start shit when he can help it. This even extends to violent situations, where he'd rather turn to his words over full-blown combat...And for some reason, you can get the sense from him that it isn't because he can't hold his own. It's a courtesy. 

Overall, Fukuda-San might not be the kindest authority figure, but he knows how to extend an olive branch, and he wants to. You'd be surprised how rare that can be amongst those in power...And ultimately, while he might snark or groan, he has high hopes for The Wards Initiative. After all, he's the one that pitched it. Though he can't claim he fully anticipated being the one to head it...

Appearance: Atsushi tries to keep his look professional, even if his attitude usually isn't. He wears a sleek black suit, on which he typically keeps a PRT badge pinned on the side, and underneath that is a crisp white dress shirt, long-sleeved and perfectly ironed. His dark red tie, a bit out of shape from years of use, is a token from his days back in Japan, and he wears it anywhere he goes. His pants are a matching shade of black to his suit, and he normally wears field-ready brown boots. Perhaps in the hopes he can get out of the office work from time to time...

During colder days, he opts for a fairly puffy black coat and a pair of snow boots; wintertime gets pretty awful down in Redline, truth be told. 

Physically speaking, Fukuda appears to be a fairly unassuming Japanese man, standing at roughly 5'9 and weighing barely 140 lbs., he doesn't look the most intimidating or tough. Kind of a string bean, almost, but those who can catch details can tell that in spite of first appearances, he's well-trained and tougher than he looks. Beyond that, he has a mess of brown hair that he clearly doesn't put too much thought or effort into, and steely grey eyes that can come off as equal parts intimidating and unassuming. His skin tone's gotten a bit pale, but that's to be expected being stuck behind a desk for nearly two years. 

Biography: Atsushi Fukuda's life story...Isn't what you're getting here. What you need to know is that he's a man whose been through plenty of shit and come out on top or at least alive in order to be here. While his attitude might give you the wrong impression, he's a man whose earned a lot of respect for his work, even if most of it is widely unknown by the public, prior to him becoming the Director of Redline's PRT. And after becoming the Director, he's got a lot of big plans in mind, both for the PRT at large, Redline, and even Capes in general, if he can get his way without crashing and burning. 

Thus, The Wards Initiative. 

The quantity, not even mentioning quality, of Hero Capes has slowly been going down, while villains keep digging their way from the woodworks. Something had to change....And Fukuda offered an answer. It's common for most Capes to have their Trigger Events when they're younger, and without proper guidance or watch, they're bound to strike off on their own and eventually end up on the wrong side of the law. This Initiative could change that; take young Capes and help mold them into the upstanding figures they could become! Or at the very least, get some vigilantes and...Vaguely reasonable youthful super-crooks under wraps. 'Course, when he made the pitch, Fukuda didn't count on being the guy having to manage all these munchkins...But sometimes, ya deal with the hand you're dealt. This is one of those times.

Now, let's see if he can get these brats into fighting shape...

Powers/Skills:

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Atsushi has experience in spades, both as a field combatant and an off-field director.
In spite of his build, he's well-trained in a few forms of martial arts and quite physically capable.
Fukuda seems to possess a natural mind for stratagem and foreseeing potential outcomes. No doubt some of the qualities that landed him this position.
His marksmanship is top-notch, even if he rarely has reason to put that into practice.
Fukuda-San is very skilled with reading individuals; perhaps the main reason they chose him to head this Initiative.


Other: Atsushi has a hobby of buying guns, and appreciates being able to take them apart and admire the craftsmanship before putting it back together, sometimes with his own little touches. Not a Tinker by far though, just something he does for fun.


[  IDENTITY  ]
Overclock

[  REAL NAME  ]
Sean Evens

[  POWERS  ]
Scaling Superhuman Feats

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"I can't ask for much better, honestly. While he has his attitude, and he certainly chaffs under the PRT, he's got his heart in the right place, and his ability is nothing short of impressive; speedster, muscle and brick wall, all in one? What's not to like?"

[  FASHIONISTA COMMENTS  ]
"He's the 'rough around the edges' sort if I ever saw one. But if his old vigilante work was anything to go off of, I think it's hiding a sweet center! I just hope he can drop that guard of his down a bit among The Wards."

[  IDENTITY  ]
Gray Man

[  REAL NAME  ]
Wilbur Levin

[  POWERS  ]
Unnatural Believability

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"Ugh...I know we offered some kids with shaky track records a chance to set things straight, but this guy? A Master who compulsively tells believable lies? Christ...Well, beyond his grating personality and seeming desire for attention, at the very least, I'd be remiss to deny the fact of how useful someone like him could be in the long run. I just hope we make it that long to appreciate it..."

[  FASHIONISTA COMMENTS  ]
"Woof. I'm not one to be too negative, but Will here looks to be a handful. I mean, he got to visit for one day. One day. And now we have 'The Coffee Incident'! Well...I'm sure he has his reasons, and maybe being among some peers will do him good! I hope..."

[  IDENTITY  ]
Workshop

[  REAL NAME  ]
Beverly Hillshire

[  POWERS  ]
Randomly-Generated Tinkertech

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"Sheesh...I mean, yay, Tinker, but really? When I heard the rumors of 'The Shipyard Tinker', I...Expected more. Instead, we get a girl whose a veritable grab bag of soon-to-be war crimes or party favors; pick your poison. Oh well, at least she's polite."

[  FASHIONISTA COMMENTS  ]
"What. A. Sweetheart! It's great to have someone around who gets it, you know? Er, not to say the lovely folks who test all the Tinkertech don't get it...Ehehe...Well, what I'm saying is, it's nice to not be the only one around here! It helps that she's sweeter than a shortcake, too! Speaking of, I think something she left here has been making shortcakes ad nauseum with no way to stop it..."

[  IDENTITY  ]
Gress

[  REAL NAME  ]
Aaliyah Zaire

[  POWERS  ]
Connecting Portals [Mover 6 (Blaster)]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"I'll be damned; we got our own Gatecrasher. Alright, I might be overselling her a bit, but this kinda ability is a 1 in 100 lottery ticket as far as teams go. Even if she might not be on the same level as the old 'Crasher, transport of any sort is incredibly useful, and exceptionally powerful in almost any scenario. As for Aaliyah? Well, she's polite enough, if a bit bull-headed (though perhaps not as bull-headed as another Mover we have around...). Nothing we can't manage. Seems like the pleasant sort, and she has a Power most would beg for, so she's great in my books. Real talk, though? The hell is a Gress?"

[  FASHIONISTA COMMENTS  ]
"First of all, I really need to thank her for the costume she put out! Definitely far from my comfort zone, but that just made it more interesting! Had to get some help from...Tech Wizard, but it's all fine and good. Oh, wait, gotta talk about her beyond the whole suit thing....Well, she's great! We've got plenty of nice people, but she seems to go the extra mile, and, well...Let's just say I can relate to her wanting things to be just right. I think she'll fit right in! Oh, and I understood the meaning behind your Cape name, unlike a certain someone...Very clever!"

[  IDENTITY  ]
Memento

[  REAL NAME  ]
Morgan Reine

[  POWERS  ]
Duplicating Assimilator [Master 2/Stranger 2/Striker/Changer (Brute, Mover) 5+]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"I'll admit, even some of the best Cape teams don't have the luxury of someone who can fix your bones or get you an arm back, and Memento fills that role. That alone makes her invaluable. Now, the methods behind it, and frankly her Power in general, are a bit...Concerning, but part of this program is keeping an eye on potential trouble just as much as it is trying to make them the next generation of Heroes. Beyond that though, she's a great addition with the possibilities she opens up Power-wise. Oh, and the girl herself is fine enough. Maybe a bit of a developing martyr complex there...But, as far as The Wards go, perfectly manageable. Thank God."

[  FASHIONISTA COMMENTS  ]
"I have to admit, when me and Fukuda were showing her around with the tour, she came off as a bit icy...At first, at least. Looks like she's quick to guard, but just as quick to drop it! She's a sweet girl, but I'm worried about her being too hard on herself...Something to work on. And I happen to agree with Fukuda, her ability is something else! I think if we got Cryogenesis to lend us one of his Cryo-Lab set-ups, we might help her contain the duplicates in a more preferable way. How exciting~!"

[  IDENTITY  ]
Risen

[  REAL NAME  ]
Jason West

[  POWERS  ]
Regenerative Strengthening [Brute 8 (Changer)]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"Risen's a damn powerhouse, truth be told; rumor has it people have seen the guy regenerate from barely a third of his body staying intact, and while it isn't instant, it's far from slow either. He's probably getting pretty damn close to being on-par with Amazon, which is a feat in and of itself. As for Jason himself? Extreme Martyr Complex, probably stemming from his Power. Beyond that? Pretty nice guy. Had smoothies with him once."

[  FASHIONISTA COMMENTS  ]
"His Power is a bit too...Visceral for me, but as of late he's rarely even been injured. Fukuda saying he isn't far off from Amazon herself isn't so far-fetched...But as for the man behind the mask (metaphor, he doesn't actually wear a mask though), Jason's a sweet guy, and you can tell he really cares for other people, and this city. Perhaps to a detrimental extent, but if anyone were to put their life on the line, I suppose it's best to be the one who'll still be standing afterwards."

[  IDENTITY  ]
Trump Card

[  REAL NAME  ]
Richter Vandenhoff

[  POWERS  ]
Inversed Power Duplication [Trump 5]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"I'll be blunt; Richter's an ass. A charming ass, but an ass. In front of a camera, he's all smooth moves and suave vibes, but put him outside that lens and I daresay he's as much a degenerate as some of the people we try to put behind bars, the only difference being he works for us. Obnoxious to a fault, arrogant beyond compare (especially for his contrived as shit Power), and having a certain...Attitude towards the fairer sex, it's no wonder they tossed his sorry ass down here. Maybe they're hoping Redline'll whip him in shape. If any place could...."

[  FASHIONISTA COMMENTS  ]
"I mirror the Director's sentiments, and for my own minor addition...I hope to never meet him again. Eugh. It's no small miracle he hasn't had his membership stripped away...I wouldn't be surprised if someone in the PRT or otherwise has been pulling strings for him."

[  IDENTITY  ]
Blaster

[  REAL NAME  ]
Mitchell McConway

[  POWERS  ]
Energy-Based Firearms [Tinker 6 (Blaster, Shaker)]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"I've gotta say, for all the Tinkers I've met in my life (even looking at you, Rachel), Mitch has got his shit put together. Not only one of the youngest Guardians I've met (guy's barely 20), but he's polite, has a bit of 'friendly neighborhood' kinda charisma to him, and enough cheek to make a splash with the youth. Plus, I mean, half his weapons look like they could've come from XCOM, and that has to count for something."

[  FASHIONISTA COMMENTS  ]
"Mitchell is great! Brings some of the youthful energy that The Guardians have been lacking a bit nowadays, so he's a pleasant change of pace for Redline as well. And, well, this might be some Power bias here, but he certainly knows what he's doing with those guns, even though he's only been active for the better half of this year. A rising star if I ever saw one!"

[  IDENTITY  ]
Fenris

[  REAL NAME  ]
Valerie Jakobs

[  POWERS  ]
Monster-Wolf Transformation [Changer 4/Brute 6]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"Valerie, or Val as she prefers, is an...Interesting case. Not too long ago, she actually went by the villain name of Fang, with her partner Claw; she turns into a giant fucking wolf Monster, and he had claws that possessed some weird Breaker bullshit effect, could cut through space or some such. Point is, after the incident with the Seven in New York left her as a solo act, she came crawling to the PRT. I'd almost feel bad if it weren't for the kinda shit she pulled before...Regardless, she's trying to turn a new leaf. Clearly hard for her, but she's making an effort, and her ability isn't anything to scoff at. A welcome addition to the Redline Guardians' motley crew."

[  FASHIONISTA COMMENTS  ]
"Fukuda might be cold, but I can honestly feel for her. The New York attack from The Seven was an awful tragedy, and that she lost her love during it fighting those Monsters makes the both of them heroes in my book. She has some reparations to make, but there's an honest effort there. I'm really hoping for the best for her..."

[  IDENTITY  ]
Illusory Gentleman

[  REAL NAME  ]
UNKNOWN

[  POWERS  ]
Illusion [Stranger 6; potential unknown Master Hybrid abilities]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"He's a new kid on the block, and I hate him already. You'd be surprised just how often 'fake it 'till you make it' is applicable to superpowered crime. Apparently, according to some eyewitness accounts from our field ops (assuming this smug bastard's actually ever been on the field, and it hasn't been more elaborate illusionary hoax crap), he's capable of creating illusions up to a few blocks away from his position, and they can be shocking in-depth; he can create visual, auditory, and even sensory illusion work, not to mention the fact that on occasion, it seems like his illusions hold up to physical inspection as well. For all we fucking know, he's actually just making matter out of thin air instead of faking our minds. Hate being so out of the loop..."

[  PROCEDURES/KNOWLEDGE  ]
The individual known as Illusory Gentleman is a young Caucasian male of roughly 16-18 years of age, with shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair, assuming there is no illusions at work here as well. He has been cited as coming off as arrogant, and has a desire to flaunt his ability. He is also known to 'play up' his crimes with illusion work, making things more grandiose than they really are. Judging from this and his current record, he seems to appreciate playing the villain more than being one. He has been known to occasionally assist in the capture of other criminal elements, though this is not cause to trust him. Safely assume at all times that Gentleman is always making moves in his own interest.

As is the case with all 5+ Strangers, it is highly recommended to maintain constant communication between team members, and implement passwords to identify one another to ensure no foul play is afoot. Additionally, due to his unknown Master-potential at play, it is recommended that, if line-of-sight is established, to take down with extreme, though non-lethal, prejudice before more complications arise. Otherwise, make cautious moves and try to identify more factors to his Powers.

Current knowledge implies he is not working for any of the known organizations or gangs running amok in Redline. If information that contradicts this is discovered, you are to alert a superior at once.

[  IDENTITY  ]
Stone

[  REAL NAME  ]
UNKNOWN

[  POWERS  ]
Mineral-Based Armor [Brute 5+/Changer 2 (presumed Blaster/Shaker rating of minimum 5 until rumor of Terrakinesis is disproven)]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"Stone's been a pain in the PRT's side ever since he started The Mutants. God only knows what his problem is with us...I mean, I could think of a few, but that was rhetorical. Point is, he makes it his goal to make us look like a bunch of laughing, joking numbnuts. And I'm loathe to admit it...But as of late, he's been managing pretty well. His power might not sound like much, but you'll change that tune when you see the guy terraform a street to make the equivalent of a stone mecha. He's managed to go toe-to-toe with the Redline Guardians on a few occasions...Hell, truth be told, The Elementals had an easier time contending with him. But regardless, he might as well be priority Number One on our list of shitheels to get into custody. Needless to say, he hasn't made that easy."

[  PROCEDURES/KNOWLEDGE  ]
The individual known as Stone has not been identified fully, but in one altercation where only his exposed skin and head were encased in rock at the beginning, it gave us a picture as to the kind of man he is. Above-average build, roughly standing 6'2 and likely weighing nearly 200 lbs. All muscle. A distinct build, that of a bodybuilder; a very dedicated one. His personality is one of forwardness. He does not dance around problems or play verbal spars. He will tell you what he thinks, and afterwards, he'll likely try to kill you. There is something to be said about a man of few words...

In the case of an attack, it is to be presumed standard munitions will not pierce his armor, so lethal munitions and truck emplacements are authorized. Property damage is to be expected from a Brute of his level, and especially so given the nature of his ability; ideally, lead any combat with him to an open area, with as little metal or stone in the area as possible. A tall order for this city, but it is requested nonetheless. It is recommended those who do not possess a Brute rating equal or higher than his (which can fluctuate depending on the mass accrued for his armor) do not engage in direct combat. He will be large, dangerous, and faster than you expect. 

He is the leader of a quickly spreading gang known as The Mutants, and he rules alongside a small contingent of other Powered individuals, some of which we possess no data of at this moment in time. It is safe to assume any fight with him could involve any number of henchmen or lieutenants. Be advised.

[  IDENTITY  ]
Slo-Mo

[  REAL NAME  ]
UNKNOWN

[  POWERS  ]
Temporal Siphoning [Striker 6/Mover 2+ (Brute)]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"One of the few members of The Mutants we have a bead on currently, Slo-Mo might be some gutter trash...But he's gutter trash with a damn annoying ability. If he makes contact with you, you start slowing down; all of you. How fast your thoughts move, your bodily processes, and of course, your physical speed. That alone is enough, but he also converts your lost speed into his own. In other words, his power can cripple his opposition and turn him into a speeding bullet; not fun to manage. And the process only ends when he wants it to, if he gets knocked out, or the person gets so slowed down that their body just sorta...Quits. They don't die, but it isn't a fun nap to wake up from."

[  PROCEDURES/KNOWLEDGE  ]
The one known as Slo-Mo is a 21-year old young man of mixed descent, likely Japanese-American. He has matted black hair slick with grease, and a generally unfit appearance. He is known for being just as blunt as his boss, though far more talkative, vile, and rude. He seems to take particular pride in harassing and taunting victims of his abilities before he takes them down.

As with any Striker, though especially for one of his talents, you are expected to create distance between you and the target, and find indirect ways to confront them. Keep Brutes and physically-based Movers at a distance, since his Power will turn their speed against them. In our confrontations on file, he has been noted to use his power on innocents or henchmen prior to conflicts to gain increased mobility; it can be expected that in any engagement of Slo-Mo, he is roughly a Mover 3 at bare minimum.

As he grows faster, it seems as a method to protect him from the newfound speed, his ability grants him greatly increased resistances while he's in motion, granting him a Sub-Classification of Brute. However, when not in motion, he is just as vulnerable as any individual of his age and build would be, regardless of the amount of speed he is siphoning.

Slo-Mo seems to be a fairly long-stayed member of The Mutants, though he seems to have gained little respect for his actions or abilities. It seems possible that Stone distances himself from the young man due to his vulgar behavior, or perhaps a fear of his ability. Regardless, it is rare to encounter the two together, and he appears to operate solo amongst the Parahumans of The Mutants. This could likely be changed if Stone deemed it necessary. As such, Slo-Mo is a high-priority target before any large moves are to be made on Stone himself.

[  IDENTITY  ]
Hide & Seek

[  REAL NAME  ]
Tara & Terrance (unknown if these are their real first names; last names still unknown)

[  POWERS  ]
Concealment &  Perfect Senses[Stranger 8 & Thinker 5/Brute 2]

[  DIRECTOR'S COMMENTS  ]
"These two are a strange pair. We think they're siblings, maybe even twins. One's able to make something as large as a small room completely imperceivable even to scanners and the like, and the other has superior hearing, sight, smell...You name it, he's doing it better than you, not to mention a small dose of Brute-like strength and durability. When they work together, that's how you get Hide & Seek; a game where you never find them, they always find you, and you're getting your ass beat by an unseen super soldier. We've been lucky so far that they seem to have no interest in other parties, but if that changes..."

[  PROCEDURES/KNOWLEDGE  ]
Tara and Terrance, otherwise known as Hide and Seek respectively possess a relationship not unlike other siblings; they seem to bicker and be at odds with each other more often than not, but they seamlessly work together under pressure, and have prove to be very competent in spite of their youth, given that Tara is likely no older than 14, with Terrance likely only being a year or so ahead. 

In terms of power, as mentioned by the Director, they are particularly troublesome. Hide is able to create pockets of her ability, roughly to the size of a small room. Inside these pockets, no visual, auditory, olfactory, and even extrasensory effects can reach the objects and entities within, making them the perfect hiding places. While she can only have one of these pockets up at a time, she can maintain it for an extended period, and also place the pocket on an object or person(s), allowing it to travel with them. She causes tracking to become...Complicated. 

Pairing this with Seek, you get a very problematic scenario. He possesses superhuman levels of sensory capabilities, which effectively also grants him near perfect reaction times and a vague form of combative precognizance, because he can read the opposition to an extraordinary degree, and effectively cannot be surprised by those without notable Stranger capabilities, like his counterpart Hide. His keen eyesight also allows him to utilize his lightly increased strength to full capacity, targeting weak points and exposing their defenses, making him a shockingly skilled hand-to-hand combatant. 

Standard procedure for Strangers and Thinkers should be carried out in the event Hide & Seek are encountered. If the two can be separated, or Hide's ability can be weakened or nullified, that will offer the best chance. As of late, they have been keeping low on the radar and have still not been observed interacting with the other powers in Redline, such as Knight Aspirant and The Mutants. If evidence to the contrary is discovered, you are to alert the Director as soon as capable.

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Name: Eleonore Evans 

Alias: Aurorea

Nicknames: Elle, Evie

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: A person with a certain sense of sobriety and maturity when it comes to the use of powers and facing danger. In fact, she is one to look things in the eye once she's steeled her resolve and will face down a charging boar or such without batting an eye if she feels she must. A kind of resolve that, when felt to be most necessary on her part, can keep her standing even when terror or fear or despair would strike deep into her psyche otherwise. A strong sense of will to be sure, one that pushes her to work diligently and hard for generally different reasons than her past once did. Yet this resolve is one that she mainly tries to apply to her work and goals, as she is still very much human. The risk of working herself to the bone or such is very much a realistic thing, and if something got to her badly enough one might see flashes of how she used to be all those years ago. Only flashes, but flashes of a seriously bad time/state all the same. 

She would be the last person to really take a compliment well, though, usually just getting nervous and trying to dismiss herself and her own contributions as simply another person trying their best. Even if her overall state has improved since her triggering at the age of twelve, and a lot of work was behind that in turn, the scars of her past aren't something that would go away in full either. She indeed still has a lower evaluation of herself still, can be prone to making a self-deprecating joke potentially at some point, and tries to retain a sense of sincere humility despite the strength she wields. This lattermost thing is done in part out of a fear of getting too prideful or cocky, though continually undervaluing herself isn’t inherently something good to do either. It leaves her feeling a certain extent lonely or distanced from others in general, even if just by some small yet distinct amount. 

She is definitely more sociable and friendly and such than she once was, and this is something her two surviving friends (who have remained friends with her back home even since the incident) have been able to attest to. Among other people. She can likewise be rather empathetic, however, willing to bend an ear as well as be kind to those about her...agreeing with them or not. However, she will push back if she feels people are trying to take advantage of her or force her into a corner. She can become notably more dogged and angry in such a situation, choosing ‘fight’ instead of ‘flight’ as she once did years ago. 

Appearance: (Two different links are below, just in case.)

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Biography:

No matter how good she looked, no matter how hard she tried to learn and do her best at things, it would all never be enough in the end. The most beautiful child in the family, the second most intelligent beyond her genius older sister, and yet it wasn't ever enough. The pressure to succeed above the rest was held over her head each and every day, and yet no matter how much she studied or the programs she was in it was not enough. The best grades, the best performance in every fashion was expected of her. To let down the ever more weighty expectations of her parents was something that would spell the end of herself. It would spell being a failure. A nothing. Becoming nothing. Existing as nothing. A fraud, clad in the visage of something that once had potential. She held up her appearance in front of others well, but behind closed doors with her siblings and around her few close friends the exhausted eyes and depression would emerge in their grim honesty. Those who stuck with her tried to help keep her afloat, but she always felt bad for it. Like she didn't deserve the care or assistance. She felt the love was wasted on her, like she wasn't worth the good things. Life hadn't always been like this, but as she’d gotten old enough the pressures had been ramped up. How had her older siblings survived this? By letting the pressures fall onto her so they could live freer lives. But she couldn't. She couldn't let her younger sibling go through it, but she didn't want to either. 

It was tearing her apart from the inside out, and yet she couldn't see anything in herself but a monster when she looked in the mirror. No matter how much she exercised, no matter how much she did to make herself look good, no matter how much she did to put on the best appearances and graces. Twisted flesh, a famiscile of humanity, a scrap that would one day meet her doom in the endless depths of failure. A grand self-loathing, but one that very much existed nonetheless. Her parents had come from almost nothing, yet had eventually risen to upper-middle-class status through their lives. Yet in their desire to raise their kids to even better lives, to not have to worry about all they’d faced and more, they had placed insurmountable pressures and expectations on them. Pressures and expectations they strictly clung to alongside their fears for their children, blind to the consequences they couldn’t imagine happening and blamed on other factors because they couldn’t handle the alternative.  

Then came the day she went on that school summer trip overseas at the age of eleven, heading to Hong Kong to visit the area. It was in part an escape, a vacation paid for by the parents of the kids on the trip. Seeing a new place, getting new experiences, and what her parents had valued most....visiting a scientific facility tied to some company her parents were hoping for her to eventually work at. Here she was, in a foreign place and far from home, getting away for a bit, and yet she would ultimately learn that her parents would be waiting at the airport on the last day to be chaperones for the group’s trip home. It would send her into a small panic, there on the morning of the last day of the trip, all after she had been relaxing a bit with her friends and had begun to unwind. But no, she’d heard the other chaperones in the hall discussing it.  

Yet just as she stepped out with a couple of friends to get some fresh air, mostly at their urging before they all had to go to the airport, what had once been a peaceful but busy morning would turn sour in a heartbeat. Disaster, as it were, would come to her this time-...

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At approximately 1015 hours/10:15 am, HERALD #001 was first sighted appearing within Hong Kong. Its arrival was swift and destructive, leveling approximately five city blocks and resulting in no less than {REDACTED} civilian and {REDACTED] cape deaths before it was driven off. These are among the worst casualty numbers resulting from a Progeny Event in the last half-century, though the city has been found to be in a salvageable state. See “Aftermath Report #5” for recommendations for remediation and rebuilding plans.

Subject “Evans, Eleanore” was discovered lying in the rubble of a building, the only survivor found aside from two other teenage girls trapped under the rubble only a few dozen meters away. Subject was missing their left leg at and below the knee, and follow-up medical examination of the subject as well as later subject testimony has confirmed  having torn off the badly damaged leg portion in their haste to escape from under a chunk of debris. The blood trail leading from this point suddenly ends, however, rather than lead all the way to the subject’s end location. Building damage indicates a high-impact landing before crashing through the dense building walls, something unable to be survived by a human being and capable of punching through multiple building walls. Subject, based on this and confirmation of the subject's parahuman capabilities and lack of them prior to the incident, is thought to have triggered and become parahuman during the attack rather than prior to contact made with HERALD #001. 

Subject physical trauma was notable, but was discovered unconscious. Suspected mental traumas prior to the event. The subject's lost leg portion had also sealed up to stop bleeding by the time of discovery, but in a rough and still dangerous manner requiring medical treatment and surgery to fully stabilize after the subject’s discovery and recovery from Site {REDACTED} at {REDACTED}. 

Initial parahuman testing suggests a high-grade power and multiple capabilities, and as such greater study of the subject and more extensive rehabilitation efforts are strongly recommended. The subject could pose a serious danger if left without further study or care, given the nature of their powers. A cape should be posted near the room at all times in case of a subject having another panic incident, as occurred after they first awoke as detailed in {REDACTED}, Section Four of this Case File. Therapy is also highly recommended to seek improvement in the subject's mental state.

{[END OF CLASSIFIED INFORMATION SEGMENT}}

Her parents and herself, even her two friends, would be found as survivors in the aftermath of the attack. Among others. Yet they were the lucky ones compared to most of the field trip’s members. After two months of care and observation, she would be allowed to go back home with her parents after they’d stayed around to be with her. After she and the other survivors all made their way back home, arriving at a small celebration held for them at the airport, a memorial would be held for the dead only a week later. Not all showed up for it, but she and her parents were noted as being among those who were capable of doing so. 

From here life would change, even change everything she'd known before. Her parents, herself, everything. The pain and ache of those years of stress, lots of ensuing therapy both mental and physical, parahuman counseling and power practice, and lots of talking with her own folks about things long kept buried on both sides of the gap. All out in the open over the next six years. It would take several years of notable work and effort, but by the time she turned 17 years old her mental state would find itself a far call from back then or prior. Likewise her parents and family would be very much changed, and for the first time in years they could speak with one another in ways they never had been able to before. Even so, the scars and lessons of the past were not things any of them could ignore…they would last for a lifetime. But from this would come learning. And from learning strength.

Eventually she would put in to join the Wards, the desire to build up more good in the world by using what she could do having come to the forefront of her mind. In fact, it had become her own goal that even her parents wholly supported. Her own chosen path. It was something she’d have never been able to dream of or imagine at the age of eleven, and yet now it was a reality. A grim one, but a reality. However, the flow of some last-second paperwork and forms would put a wrench in the works. In the end it would delay her joining up with the rest of her peers, much to her chagrin, though it has not dulled her intent or goals at the very least.  

Power: 

{{Classification: Breaker (Brute 9/Thinker 6/Mover 3)}}

Activating her power, Eleanore takes on an idealized form of herself. Gorgeous, curvaceous and impossible to ignore. Literally glowing, her eyes an unnatural, but stirring orange-gold. Sculpted, yet at once not unappealingly muscular, this form--upon close inspection--is not actually composed entirely of flesh. Instead, exotic veins of orange-gold crystal draw intricate patterns across her visage. Clothes/costume/belongings are included into the form when she shifts (including her prosthetic leg). Her eyes likewise glitter unnaturally with refracted light. 

While in this state, any wounds, including lost limbs, are replaced entirely by crystalline matter. Painless in this state, Eleanore gains a form of super strength and drastically enhanced durability. Yet, rather than be physically immovable, she is rendered lighter than air and so permeable to energy--kinetic or otherwise--that attacks simply diminish as they strike or pass through her. As a side effect of this, Eleanore is also capable of willingly/passively ignoring forces that would typically act on her person, such as gravity, allowing her a form of highly maneuverable--like 20 mph max speed--flight. 

Finally, Eleanore's power affords her two other subtle, if potent, abilities:

The first of these makes her hyper aware of her body and the attention of the presence of everyone and everything around her. Functionally this amounts to extreme bodily awareness/control and a precise understanding of anything occupying space within a small 4 meter radius of her person.
Additionally--and particularly subtle--is the fact that her power gives her preternatural memory and learning efficiency. While this has no clear effect at first, it can result in the ability to rapidly adapt to situations, combat or otherwise.

However, all this power comes at a steep price for while she can remain in her breaker form for an exceptionally long time, when she exits it her power exacts its cost. Non-fatal injuries reappear and her bodily awareness takes time to fade, resulting in often debilitating pain. The limb she lost during her trigger is once more gone, the crystal that replaced it in her breaker state, dissolving into nothing. Yet, though not a discrete or obviously power-related effect, the crushing weakness of her physical and mental capabilities comes rushing back as soon as she exits her form. All that proficiency, coordination and competence gone, she's returned to her pitiable all-too-human state and as if her trigger wasn't years behind her...the emotions come rushing back. 

While these effects fade with time, they tend to lend the user towards maintaining their breaker state as often as possible to avoid them. 

Yet, if overused, the state itself begins to warp. The beauty becomes inhuman with extensively prolonged use (days or many hours), taking on an uncanny valley sort of effect as it subtly twists over time. Coordination and awareness of her person becomes...unreliable, failing unpredictably. Awareness of one's surroundings becomes crushing, twisting to make her aware of people's every movement, their gaze, their attention as it pushes her mind to remembering the judging gaze of her parents. 

After all, you know what they say. Great power comes with great responsibilities...and in this case, that responsibility is crushing.

Thinker Types: Farsight X Proficiency

Farsight: Awareness extending beyond usual limits and ranges of normal senses.  Triggers from tunnel vision in views or character, incorrect perceptions/views.

Proficiency: Thinker power operates via. enhanced or manipulated skill or talent.  Trigger from competence-driven dilemmas and crises.
Brute Types: Muscle X Intensity

Muscle brutes offer raw mass and offensive tools.
They manifest from physical, focused damage to a part and struggle.

Intensity brutes offer raw elemental power and defensive tools.
They trigger from energy-based, focused damage to a part and pain.
Breaker Type: Atropos.

Enters a breaker state, transforming to an idealized, attractive alternate self, gaining a different appearance, proportions, improved stats and access to a powerset/general breaker benefit.  Outside of breaker form, suffers detriments that offset bonuses, with ongoing drawbacks (mutation or personality flaw).  

If civilian-powered life balance isn’t maintained, the subject may see things crumble around the idealized form with the breaker form becoming long term or permanent as well as perverse in interpretation, with the ongoing drawback from the civilian form bleeding into it and ultimately taking it over.

If ya get punted, just drop back to normal Gs so ya plummet. Or redirect the momentum with your flight.

Skills: 

Cooking - Is actually a very good if not also naturally talented cook in general, for someone of her age or not, in part due to the years of classes before her triggering and then years afterward under better conditions. Can be said to be a form of stress relief for her, once a coping mechanism of the past that has become a more healthily-managed one by current times. But if you see her stress baking three dozen cookies, or something extraordinary like that whilst she is on her own or not making them for some occasion or intent, check if she’s ok…she is most likely stressed out about or focusing a bit too much on something.
Music - The violin and piano are her instruments of choice, having been drilled in them and even now having some rather solid skills with them for her age. Picked up the former of her own volition after years of stressful classes with the latter, though with time and work with therapy the latter came to finally become something she does enjoy and practices as well by current times. Not as good at music as she is at cooking by a distinct margin, but she still enjoys it.
Exercise - A thing she did as part of her life before the trigger event, but likewise worked with years of therapy into something she finds relaxing and wants to keep up with in a healthy manner. A far healthier manner than she once did at an even younger age. Took up swimming where she used to only do running, and whilst she does use a treadmill these days she has become a more solid swimmer and used it to learn how to help control and pace her breathing.
Sewing/Knitting/Crocheting - With deft hands and fingers, she picked this up post-trigger-event as a sort of hobby. Something to help manage her anxieties and stress as well to some extent, which she has become reasonably good at within the last five years as she's come to take a liking to it.

Other:

Her favorite pets are cats.
Her favorite food ranges from savory Italian and Italian-American dishes, to Mediterranean dishes with fish or feta cheese, to the like. When it comes to cooked food at home versus takeout, she most often enjoys things of the home-cooked variety but isn't a snob about takeout either. Albeit she isn't much a fan at all of rather spicy fare.
The beach is her favorite place to go for vacation.
Wears a very well-covering but simple/durable mask before transforming, as she looks far different in her Breaker state and it hides her identity fully, which is integrated into her Breaker form by the power itself and hides her appearance when she de-transforms.
Height = 171cm

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"Yeah, I-I... I can help out, it's fine."

1. ♫ | 2. ♫ | 3. ♫

Name: 
Morgan Reine

Alias: 
Memento

Nickname(s): 
Prefers being called 'Morie' 
Specifically dislikes being called 'Morg'

Age: 
16

Gender: 
Female

[APPEARANCE]
	Morie's 167cm frame is most commonly hidden beneath hoodies, jackets, skirts, leggings, and boat shoes or sneakers, leading to her giving off a sense of effortless beauty--though she very much puts effort into her looks. A beauty mark sits beneath her left eye, and she is rarely seen without hairpins keeping her bangs organized. She usually ties her hair back in a small ponytail when doing anything physical. 



Mask's gold accents are instead coloured white

[PERSONALITY]
	Morie can give off an unapproachable aura, often looking annoyed or tired. This shell, though, is very easy to get past. The slightest bit of kindness--even sometimes a simple compliment--can quickly melt away her icy demeanor. Despite her best efforts to be aloof, Morie is shockingly clingy and soft-hearted. Though she often has difficulty communicating with words, her expressions and actions do more than enough to show her true nature as a caring ally and friend. Morie is one to nearly never pin blame on another, always being the first to apologize. A tendency to overanalyze little things can often control her, and that is especially true when something goes wrong--she will immediately look inward and pick apart every mistake she believes herself to have made, which can quickly sour her mood. Just as quickly, though, kind words can pick her back up--she becomes attached to people easily, even before she realizes it herself.
	The girl is very quick to sacrifice for the sake of others, finding happiness in doing so through the happiness of those she aids. This trait, along with her general disposition, makes her a very easy soul to manipulate and take advantage of. Morie has recognized this 'doormat' aspect of herself, and it is one of the reasons she tries--and fails--to be distant. Realizing she's been used is a crushing feeling to the girl, not helped by the fact that she can hardly even think to say 'no' without feeling herself panic. The thought of upsetting others, often even if they've upset her, paralyzes her. In short: as much as she desires to be close to others, she's scared to be.
	When she speaks, she is rather slow and deliberate, needing to be focused on being clear with what she means and avoid stammering.
	Notably, Morie excels under pressure. The high of adrenaline coursing through her makes her feel strong, the fear of failing something she deems to be important to her focuses her mind. She can come off as a different person when the chips are down--a person she personally likes better, leading to her being a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Being a hero is a pretty good way to get her fix.

[BACKSTORY]
	Morie's earliest memories pertain to the teasing she endured due to her stutter. She's told she was a loud and outgoing child in her earliest years, but that her free spirit had been dampened by the treatment from her peers--easy enough to believe, considering her natural inclination to being friendly with others that she stifles to protect herself.
	She livened up around the age of six when finding herself the older sister of a pair of fraternal twins, taking to the role with joy. Due to complications with the twins' birth, they were both frail and prone to illnesses, which made life difficult for the family. Morie did all she could to help, taking an interest in medicine and self-teaching herself anything that she thought might be helpful in caring for the twins. She spent much of her free time watching over them, and just generally trying to be the best big sister she could be.
	As she aged into her tween years, she worked on her stuttering and kept mostly to herself and her family. Though with few friends, she was happy with her life, any loneliness kept at bay by her siblings. 
	Things got harder as the twins' condition worsened. They became sick more often and for longer. What little Morie knew was not nearly enough to help them as much as she needed to, feeling more and more like all she could do was offer them small moments of happiness with the time they spent together, and watch them suffer. As time went on, it became clear what their ultimate fate would be, and Morie's parents spoke with her often about the situation to try to help the girl understand and mentally prepare--as if such was possible, when her life had revolved around her little brother and sister.
	The uncaring inevitable came to pass, first taking Morie's six-year-old sister. Morie thought she understood that there had been nothing she could do... and for a short while she was able to pretend she believed that--kept a straight face for her brother while he was still here, acted the part of the strong, reliable, loving older sister as well as she could manage. When time came to take him away too, though, the cracked glass shattered.
	It wasn't her fault, but that didn't stop her from looking back on everything--analyzing every moment she had spent. She wished she had learnt more to help, wished she had spent more time with them in general, wished she had been not just a good sister, but a perfect one. She wished she had given them more happiness in their short lives. She would've given her everything for them to have been healthy, but she hadn't done enough. It didn't matter if she had been capable of that or not--she hadn't done enough.
	So caught in the web of her own mind, Morie began to feel like she was failing her parents as well, thinking she was unable to help them grieve and comfort them in her state, though she made efforts to. It added to the crushing weight on her that she was powerless to budge despite her desperation to escape. 
	The only relief Morie found was in a longtime family friend who had met her father in college, a man named Henry. He was a psychologist who was good at what he did, which Morie found out first-hand as he spent more and more time with the family during their hardships. He was able to slow the spiraling, negative thoughts Morie drowned in, and she found herself hoping he was able to help her parents in a similar manner, where she could not.
	It turned out he couldn't. Morie was spared seeing any evidence of the event, but she was whisked away from school one day, and by the end of it she had learnt her parents were dead, a murder-suicide.
	It was sudden--and unbelievable to Morie--but the more she listened, the more she was convinced by others that the explanation that her father had finally snapped from losing two of his children was reasonable. At least, as reasonable as anything could sound in her upturned world. The guilt of failing her siblings came back anew, Morie wishing she had been able to pull herself out of her own sadness enough to help her parents.
	Morie was the last of her family, because she was selfish and weak and always preoccupied with herself. Guilt and self-loathing gripped her. She saw no way to shut down her hostile mind, save for her death--
	The family friend, Henry. A familiar face, willing to talk to her. As before, he helped. Not entirely. Not perfectly. But talking to him somehow helped, when nothing anyone else said could even register in Morie's mind. He adopted her, and helped her begin to recover. Slowly, ever so painfully slowly, Morie began to come to grips with her reality.

[Trigger event redacted for the time being]

	Morie kept herself pointedly distant from her new foster family, but they treated her well, and kept her from fully shutting out the world, instead encouraging her natural inclinations to help others.
	More than a little lost, but knowing she couldn't let herself stop for fear of giving up, the now fourteen-year-old Morie focused her attention on her newfound powers. As she explored them, she reached out and met other powered individuals, being pulled into some minor crime to fit in with the crowd. Quickly though, she found herself feeling unappreciated and only wanted for her ability to heal wounds. On top of that, despite all that happened, even minor crime made Morie feel terribly guilty. She had spent much of her life striving to be a role model for her siblings, and only found herself wishing she could have been even better for them after they were gone--at her core, she was not a villain.
	That group of petty-crime doers split, a couple along with Morie looking instead to do good with some extra recruits. This group went on for longer, and Morie felt like she fit in more, but eventually things fell through again. Made to feel unimportant, unliked, whatever. It was a group of young teens. Not much more could be expected.
	Tired of the unorganized and ineffective ragtag teams, Morie reached out to the PRT, wondering if someone her age could help against villains in at least some official capacity.
	It turned out there was an opportunity for more than she could have hoped for: The Wards.
	The whole thing was not a hard sell to the girl. Soon enough, Morie was packing her things, saying goodbye to her foster family to move to Redline, Maine. Fashionista offered to house the girl, at least for the time being, which Morie accepted after a brief show of hesitance--the woman made it difficult to be guarded around her, which was a trait that quickly began to work on endearing her to Morie despite any appearances the teen put up.

[POWERS]
Current Designation: Striker 6 (Brute 4), Master?

Extra Copies:
	Morie can create lifeless exact replicas of herself. There doesn't seem to be a hard limit to how many she can create, but each one takes about two weeks to complete while Morie goes about her day-to-day life. She can speed up the process by focusing on the task, capable of creating a copy in about 12 hours at her fastest, though this drains her energy quickly and makes her ravenously hungry. A small amount of her power is also required to keep copies from natural bodily decay, meaning too many in storage will also keep her permanently tired.
	Morie can instantly transfer her consciousness to any one of these copies to control them, but can only control a single one at any given moment, the body she comes from becoming a lifeless copy. So far, she's made a point to keep track of her original body and always return to it, but in theory she could lose that body and be mostly unaffected due to these being exact copies (at time of creation).
	When a copy dies, Morie's consciousness is sent back to the last living body she controlled.

Biological Assimilation:
	Morie can absorb biological matter she comes into physical contact with and make it wholly part of her own body. This includes wounds and illnesses, taking on the injury and the bacteria/viruses herself, healing her target in exchange.
	Similar to her other power, this is a slow-to-use ability that shines with prep time. Given a few hours, she can fully absorb another human body (one of her copies always, up until now), using and storing the matter to heal herself and become twice as strong, fast, and durable. The more matter she assimilates, the more these factors increase, with no known limit yet. Due to needing to make physical contact with the matter, this isn't something she can do passively, unlike her copy creation.

	Generally, she stores a few copies that have absorbed around 10 other copies of herself, making those bodies 10x as strong as her baseline human self. One copy she continues to feed, seeing if she can reach a limit to her power, though progress is slow due to both the time needed per copy, and due to the fact that she often uses those copies to cure others of their injuries and ailments. This 'Super Morie' body is currently at fifty-three copy assimilations.

[SKILLS]
- Relatively athletic for her age and size, due to training for the past couple of years.
- Basic hand-to-hand combat knowledge, basic training with weapons.
- Is musically inclined. Shy about it, but has a nice singing voice and enjoys learning and practicing various instruments during her rare free time. Prone to humming quietly to herself, and tapping her feet or fingers to a tune only she can hear.
- Driven. Having Morie by one's side is having a steadfast ally that one can rely on. She might not be a particularly fast learner, but she's a dedicated one.
- Not so much a skill rather than a side-effect of her powers, but Morie exhibits very little fear in regards to dangers to herself. She still experiences fear, and physical pain is never a pleasant experience, but it's easy enough for her to talk herself past any trepidation. This can lead to her being a surprisingly vicious and ruthless adversary--after all, trading an eye for an eye is nearly always favoured for Morie. As an aside, she still very much experiences acute fear for the safety of others.

[OTHER]
- Morie has something of a morbid fascination with death (and pain, to a lesser extent), due to her history and powers. She's already experienced dying herself multiple times--which isn't something most people can say--while at the same time does not have to fear permanent death even in terrifyingly dangerous situations.
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"'Where'd I get this?' Jeez, well that's a bit direct, don't you think? You should really- wait, don't take it!"

Name: 
Wilbur Levin

Alias: 
Faeble
(People better not shit on this, took like 10 tries before I got a name through. Gaslight, Machiavelli, Bullshit-Bard - I come up with gold, and PR sticks me with this!)

Nicknames: 
'Justin Case', 'Doogie Howser', 'Jackie Daytona', 'MacReady', and several other aliases are on file. Mr. Levin is prone to adopting these false personas when interacting with others, especially if he is attempting to go undetected. 

Prefers being called 'Will' during casual interactions.

Age: 
15

Gender: 
Male

Personality: 
Mr. Levin is a charismatic, personable, and manipulative individual who regularly changes how he acts around staff and his fellow Wards. He seems to gravitate towards people, seeking companionship and interaction in almost any circumstance he finds himself in. His favorite pastime appears to be watching movies, which is how he spends most of his time at Wards HQ. 

To most people, Mr. Levin seems to display a warm and friendly demeanor, allowing him to close distances very quickly. As he builds a rapport and understands them more, he refines his persona, becoming much more reserved and less dynamic - several Ward psychologists believe this is because he doesn't need to 'act out' in front of peers to get attention. Mr. Levin has been observed on numerous occasions going far beyond what was expected of him in order to help acquaintances, either legally or legally. However, while being quite amicable to those that fulfill his need fo-▂▃▅▃▅▃▃, he is quick to use innocent bystanders to further his own goals (See: The Coffee Incident).

Mr. Levin often invites staff and coworkers to interact outside of work hours, especially those whom he is already close with. Some members of staff believe this is due to his ▂▃▅----▃▃▅▅▃▃, but it could also be a genuine attempt to form new interpersonal relationships. It is HIGHLY recommended that high-level staff and PRT members deny any and all attempts to fraternize that Mr. Levin offers to them, as it can lead to an easy breach of Master/Stranger protocols. 

Despite claims to the contrary, Mr. Levin appears to display several complexes that are characteristic of young triggers. He appears jealous of other capes, especially Movers - the discrimination he's faced as a Master has shaped his view on capes quite extensively. It is unknown how much of this is genuine, and how much is an attempt to make others lower their guard around him.

Mr. Levin is a pathological liar, and all reports he makes should be backed up by either another Ward, or a direct superior. Despite his claims to regret his past actions, his behavior is why-

(The rest of this section has been deleted.)

Appearance: 
Mr. Levin is a teenage male, caucasian, 5'7 and 140 lbs. He has green eyes, and lacks any notable scars, tattoos, or other markings. 

Mr. Levin has an extensive wardrobe, covering a wide variety of genres and various 'fits'. He will change outfits depending on what people he plans to interact with, an attempt on his part to blend in and be more approachable. Typically, he will default to formal attire, and will 'dress down' by removing his coat and/or dress shirt. 

As Faeble, Mr. Levin's attire is quite generic - a simple suit and tie combo, with a black motorcycle helmet to preserve his identity. Attempts in the past to make This suit is not especially different from his usual attire, though Levin will wear a bulletproof vest underneath it if he is expecting to receive fire. Attempts to make his costume more thematic with his alias have not been well-received by Mr. Levin (See: Glitterbomb Incident).

Biography: 
Mr. Levin has lived his entire life in Redline, Maine, and was born to a family of three - Robert Levin (Father), Barbara Levin (Mother), and Cole Levin (Brother). There is little information on the record of Levin's early life - he received average marks most of his academic career, and had little involvement in sports or extracurricular activities. When questioned, Cole claimed that Levin had spent most of his youth playing with friends or helping his brother study.

Around 12 years old, Levin's father was killed in a robbery that occurred in his store. It is around this time that more information on Levin appears - detentions for encouraging fights and stealing, shoplifting, and three suspensions over the course of his middle school career. Due to a life insurance payment, the family was able to support these outbursts, as well as pay for Cole to take his bar exam.

At age 15, Levin's mother Barabara got into a car accident and was rendered comatose. Due to this incident, Cole was designated as Mr. Levin's guardian, and Mr. Levin continues to visit his mother on a weekly basis at ▅▃▂ Medical Center.

Shortly after this incident is the earliest record of Levin's interactions with ▅▅▃▅▂

Mr. Levin seems to have an incredibly deep-seated desire to be liked, as well as what ward psychologists describe as 'acute imposter syndrome and ▅▅▃▅▃▅▂▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▃▃▅▅▅▅▃▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▃▃▅▅▅▅▃▅▅...aggression...▅▅▅▃▅▅▅▃▅▂▂▂

▃▅▂▅▅▅...fled the cr...▅▅▅▅▃▃▅

▂▅▂▂

(A large portion of this section, including various interviews and statements, is either deleted or has been rendered completely nonsensical.)

▅▂▃...which caused a great deal of stress for Mr. Levin. Thankfully, his brother managed to reach a plea bargain with the prosecution - in exchange for no jail time and a minimal mark on his records, Mr. Levin would join the recently forming Wards team to complete his community service hours.

When further biographical information was requested from Mr. Levin to fill his file, he was purposefully vague and deflective. As a result, only information with physical evidence is included in this file, with little contribution from Mr. Levin himself.

Powers: 
(DESIGNATION: Master/Stranger 4, Thinker 0)
(NOTES: Standard Master/Stranger protocols should be exercised at all times. Passwords among high-level staff must be changed on a biweekly basis.)

Mr. Levin uses his voice as a medium for his power, causing those who hear it to be affected by the Master component. When speaking, everything that Levin says will be taken at face value by the listener, regardless of its absurdity or preexisting evidence to the contrary. Tests have shown that Mr. Levin could convince staff volunteers and paid subjects of nearly anything - including, but not limited to, 'Owing me 20 dollars' (See Test 013 .mov), 'Leaving your oven running' (See Test 020 .mov), and most notably, 'The sky is brown, and Archangel is attacking.' See Test 029 .mov

Or, you could just say I'm really good at lying.

While Mr. Levin can persuade someone of nearly anything, there are a few topics that lie outside of his ability. When talking with Dr. Anderson (See Test 007 .mov), Levin claimed that 'We have been married for three years!'. Dr. Anderson's eyes glazed over briefly before she immediately denied having ever met Mr. Levin in her life. This, along, with several other (Tests 012, 022, and 023) examples of similar claims, indicates that Mr. Levin is incapable of convincing individuals of things that are deeply engrained in their memories. Examples include important relationships, a job they've held for 20 years, and anything that they know cannot change without notice.

Yeah, if I could convince someone of stuff that big, I'd pull an Annie and become some rich person's kid, not play superhero.

Mr. Levin's power doesn't have a known duration but breaks instantly upon evidence that contradicts the 'lie' being given to the target. Subjects seem to have an awareness that they've been Master'd after the effect is broken, and most have described it as a 'slimy feeling in (their) gut'. Repeated 'breaks' in short succession result in growing discomfort in the target, eventually becoming disorientating, or even causing intense migraines, paranoia, and nosebleeds. Mr. Levin seems to suffer the same effects when his power ends, which is presumably the reason he is able to identify if someone under his effect has broken free. He has lasted significantly longer than most subjects when it comes to displaying these symptoms, however - Mr. Levin claims he still experiences them, but has grown accustomed to the feeling and is 'expecting' it.

It's like a normal guy getting punched compared to a boxer getting punched - I still feel it, I just handle it better.

...Never been punched before though, so the analogy might be a bit off.

Mr. Levin's power extends as far as his speaking range carries it, with electronic devices like Megaphones or Telephones either drowning out his 'natural' voice or simply not being 'soaked' with his power. Additionally, Mr. Levin has stated that there is difficulty in turning off his powers - according to him, they are his 'default', and suppressing them requires active focus.

It is theorized by certain staff members that Mr. Levin possesses a secondary Thinker ability, which allows him to 'read' people around him and identify how to act to, quote 'Make people like him more.' It is unknown if this is truly a Parahuman ability or simply a skill that Mr. Levin is exceptionally proficient in - as a result, he has been given a tentative 'Thinker 0' rating until further research can be done.

(COUNTERMEASURES: In the event Faeble goes rogue, his Master and Stranger rating will both be raised to 6 due to his knowledge of Master/Stranger Protocols and the function of Ward staff and heroes. Protocols must be strictly enforced, and passwords will be immediately changed. Any incoming personnel, guests, and staff must present proper identification to a security officer, who will be behind soundproofed glass and communicate with an electronic system.)

Yeah, or bring a gun. What do I look like, Risen?

Skills: 
People Person: As expected of a Master/Stranger, Mr. Levin is exceptionally skilled at manipulating others, even without the direct use of his powers. He has on more than one occasion broken into the Ward computer network and altered documents pertaining to himself without permission (lol), despite there being no evidence he possesses an understanding of programming. In addition to this hacking, he also regularly brings alcohol into Wards HQ, and has been given several warnings against doing so - his ability to acquire or access things he shouldn't be able to (and get away with it) is notable, to say the least. 

Planning: Mr. Levin has displayed impressive skill in constructing plans and strategies, usually after his typical persuasion has failed. These can get quite elaborate, as seen by 'The Coffee Incident' (See Laxatives .mov). Despite his short time in the Wards, his ability to accomplish complicated and large-scale operations with minimal manpower and resources makes him very dangerous to leave unsupervised.

Disguise: Mr. Levin is quite skilled with make-up and styling hair, a result of his mother's profession as a Beautician. He makes great use of this with his power, capable of disguising himself with wigs, makeup, and various other implements in order to keep his civilian identity anonymous, while also preventing villains from targeting him as a known Master. His skill in tailoring, while not as notable, is high enough that he chooses to request thread to repair his outfits, rather than order new ones or pay for repairs. 

Other: 
Mr. Levin has a tendency to use sarcasm to disarm situations which, thanks to his power, is often taken quite literally by everyone involved. If you are confused by something Mr. Levin says, please ask him to clarify what he means, and remind him to focus on his speech exercises.

Finally got to this thing - not naming any names, but whoever reads this file next, be sure to tell your coworkers to not write next week's password on a sticky note, ok?

Did my own little edits, I felt like you guys were missing some important information! 

What else to add, what else... Oh, my favorite superpower is Super Speed. Gatecrasher can blow me, the coolest Mover in The Guardians will always be Relativity, no question. RIP

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"I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list."

Alias
Gress

Nicknames
Lia, Allie, Sunflower

Age
17

Gender
Female

Personality

Aaliyah is a bit of a perfectionist, always wanting things to be a certain way and being able to control her own world so to speak. She can be stubborn, headstrong, and extremely determined in some situations and for the times she isn’t, well, it would be hard for most to tell when those times are without being closer to her to see through the mask. The reason being that she just grins through the pain be it physical or emotional and tries to keep up a front. It is mostly because she deeply cares for others around her and would rather they not worry. She is kind, compassionate, and polite to everyone she meets. She will always try to be the first one to think positively or look for a better solution to a problem. Deep down, she is still exploring more of who she is and finding herself. She was never allowed to fully be who she was, always trying to live up to others' idea of how she should act so now she wants to just be her even if that ends up being problematic. 

Appearance

Long wavy chocolate colored hair falls to the mid of her back, layered to lightly frame up against the tanned skin of her cheeks with fringed bangs. The gentle features of her face show a pair of doe-like eyes that are an amber whiskey brown in color, a petite nose, and full rosy lips that usually are curved into a smile or small smirk. She stands about 5’7, tall enough as they say but not anything impressive by any means but all her height mostly comes from her long legs. She has soft hourglass curves and is quite ample in certain areas though she doesn't really notice herself. Her limbs, although more lean than athletic bulk in way of looks, are actually quite strong from years of gymnastics and training to protect herself. 

Aaliyah has a pretty laid back and casual style, fine with just jeans/leggings and whatever shirt she grabbed that morning. She doesn't mind showing a bit of skin, confident with her looks but it is usually reserved for tank tops, off the shoulder shirts, or shorts since skirts/dresses are too free flowing. She has no trouble adjusting dress code to fit a current occasion if something else is needed, but otherwise comfy all the way since that is her jive. The only loose or baggy items she wears are usually hoodies/jackets. 

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When requesting a design, she really pushed the Fashionista to the limit with the offer in creating an outfit. She even waited weeks longer than most in hoping to see the completion and it paid off in her opinion. It took a bit of more tinker flare to do so but she is forever grateful to be able to free up more possibility with her powers due to the design. Her boots and gloves are made special to withstand impact from greater than average falls without damage to her body. Everything has their limits of course but this gives her a greater chance if unsafe maneuvers are needed. In addition, a mask was made to support her in different environments such as water but is weak to gas attack since some things are easier to filter than others, just like any normal gas mask. 

Biography

Aaliyah doesn’t remember much from the younger years of her childhood. According to her adoptive parents, the accident that resulted in her becoming orphaned also is the reason for her memory gap but it could also be blamed on how young she was. She tries not to speak of it and will generally avoid questioning into her past as she doesn’t wish to upset her parents on such a sensitive subject. Other than that unfortunate experience, she has had a relatively normal childhood. She grew up in a nice neighborhood, white picket fences with friendly neighbors and her parents were always there to support her in being her best self. They made sure that she worked hard to be the perfect student, that she was always polite or well mannered, and were active in her daily activities and new interests as to curb any bad habits. Did they tend to be overprotective and a kind of pair helicopter parents? Sure. Were they embarrassing as well as frustrating? Yeah, but they just wanted her to be the best. It wasn’t their fault that they went overboard sometimes and were domineering. It just meant she needed to work harder so they wouldn’t have to worry as much.

They could be a bit strict or overbearing by some peoples standards, a fact she had learned once she finally went to public school during her last year of highschool instead of being homeschooled. A lot of the teens were allowed privileges that she was not but her parents always had reasonable explanations for wanting her to avoid certain things or rejecting her wishes. She was far too busy with studying and doing extracurricular activities to do those kinds of silly things anyway or at least that is what she told herself. It wasn’t like they didn’t reward her for a job well done and they always tried to shower her with affection. It just was sometimes she wanted to make the wrong choice and learn things for herself. She just wanted a sliver of freedom. Instead, she grinned and bore it, that’s how you get through difficult times or challenges after all. 

It wasn’t until the trigger that everything seemed to turn on its head, a real change of pace. For the first time, she felt real freedom and rushed to grasp it. She didn’t waste a moment to pack up her things and hit the road, wanting to find her own place in the world. It was a struggle at first since she didn’t have much in the way of money and certainly didn’t have a place to stay but she wasn’t going back. The streets became her new home for a while, a few good people taking pity on her now and then. It was rough but nothing she wouldn’t have chosen to do again if she had the chance for a do-over. It was a month or so into homelessness that she heard of the Ward Initiative. Aaliyah instantly made her way there, being one of the first willing volunteers. She was not only desperate but she truly wanted to do something good and help those in need. She wanted to be a part of something greater than herself.

Powers/Skills

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Main ClassSub-Class
MOVERBLASTER/THINKER
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Aaliyah can create two interconnecting portals of various sizes to any desired location for the transport of people/objects. However, the more people or objects the portal takes in means more energy to keep the portal open and stable as they do so. The same goes for how big the portal is and the distance involved. One person is easy to maintain, distance hardly a factor though it is easier if she has been there before or seen at least a detailed picture of the location. The more people/objects you add, the less distance it is safe to travel without failure. 

Think of it like an elevator, there is a max…keep filling it up past the point then the elevator breaks down, only this one doesn’t come with a repair service and stopping isn’t an option. It means very bad things can happen during a collapse. It could be as simple as being dropped somewhere between the destinations, it could mean being flung somewhere and hoping to land nicely or are not too high up, or could mean leaving parts behind which is the only nice way of putting it. Point is, neither she nor those joining want to have this happen. 

Objects are of less importance during a collapse but it still isn’t helpful to have lost objects scattered about or falling from random places. She usually only uses objects as projectiles which means a lot of speed and gravity goes into it so it could be worrisome if a portal doesn’t hold. 

An active portal is an active portal, meaning she doesn’t have a choice on what or who wants to go in. If it’s open then anyone or anything is free to transverse from one side to the other. This can be good or bad depending. It is why she has to keep full concentration on what she is doing and adjust accordingly to the surprise. 

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•Acrobatic
She has done gymnastics from a very young age and kept with it throughout the years, only recently pausing for a bit because of her home situation. She knows how to push her body to the limits without injuring herself and has built endurance and stamina. The years of training have also made her flexible, strong, and developed faster reflexes.

•Martial Arts
She is mostly self taught, this very much frowned upon by her parents so she kept it up in secret. She did take a few official training classes here and there so she definitely isn’t totally defenseless. She is no where near a master level and needs much more training to gain her full potential. She is fantastic at dodging and tries to use her opponent strength against them.

•Drawing/Art
She is extremely good at art in general and could have easily taken up a career in this field if she wanted. She loves to draw and design, mostly landscapes but every now and then she will just doodle what is around her. It helps keep her calm and clear her mind. 

•Acting
If she was lying/acting than one would never know it. She can spout a lie or spin a tale without so much as a raise in heart rate. She is quick on her feet and slips into roles like wearing a new pair of shoes.

Other
• Is claustrophobic and not very fond of the dark
• She is excellent at lock-picking but doesn’t really need the skill anymore
• She has multiple scars on her body

Shapeshifting is kinda cool? It’s hard to pick lol

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"I've been burned, blasted, stabbed, and I've bled all over the street more times than I can count. You think you're special?"

🎶DEAD SET! HELLBENT! RELENTLESS!!!🎶

Name
Demi Stevens

Alias
Bastion

Nicknames
"Absolute Unit", Natalie
"Dems" (No one actually calls her that)

Age
16

Gender
Female - She/Her

Personality
To call Demi headstrong would be an understatement. She always puts her best effort forward, confident that she’ll see something through to the end before it even starts. While not necessarily the “bubbly and cheery” kind of person, Demi is undoubtedly a positive person who can always be counted on to take things seriously and do what has to be done. Demi likes to look out for other people, making sure they’re okay and providing a shoulder for them to learn or cry on if they need. When she’s in costume as Bastion, she shows absurd courage in the face of danger. Demi is a diehard, absolute true believer of a cape with a near obsession for heroics, dedicated to helping others and stopping villains like a machine. All of this makes her seem like a classic example of what a hero should be, but it hides some less glamorous things that she isn't proud of.

Demi doesn’t admit it, but she feels like she needs to be a hero. She cares deeply for other people, but Demi tends to experience feelings of self-loathing and insecurity when she isn’t out there in the streets putting up a fight against villains. She’s spent so much time as Bastion that sometimes she struggles to deal with just being Demi. She often pushes herself to do things more harshly than she should. While Demi is smart enough to not do something without proper caution, she has a deep workaholic streak, and derives self-validation from her actions as a hero. Demi's fixation on being a cape and getting things done leads her to pushing things too far even when any other sane person would stop and take a break. To anyone witnessing this, it simply seems like Demi is just a very very proud and determined cape. Which she is, despite the self-destructive tendencies that she hides deep down.

Appearance
She’s 5”11’ and built like a Ford F-150, what more do you need to know?

Biography
Roughly two years ago, a cape showed up to Redline. No one knew where she came from, but she immediately set out to do what all capes did. Bastion's appearance went mostly under the radar for a few months until she got to know what villains were where, at which point the new hero began making moves against every villain she could find. This was nothing out of the ordinary, heroes took the fight to villains all the time, but Bastion was quickly noted for always being at the scene of the crime. Bank robbery? Bastion was there. The Knights Aspirant are trying to take a piece of territory? Bastion was there. You name it, she showed up to as many conflicts as she was physically able to and got on board with heroes who were planning something whenever she could. One of her more notable feats of heroism involve a fight in the heart of the city, where Bastion hauled a power armored goon off of the floor and threw him at another power armored goon as if he was just a sack of flour. Both armor suits were smashed out of commission, and the bad guys got caught. This was undoubtedly absolutely hilarious to watch for some people who saw it on live tv, seeing a villain get broadsided with another villain, but the PRT saw this, and thought it was odd for someone with that kind of skill to be running around in just a motorcycle helmet and a winter jacket for a costume. More importantly, she wasn't on their payroll. 

They offered her a job, which Bastion turned down politely for reasons she didn't specify, and then went about her business. A year later, something similar happened. A bank robbery lead by a blaster named Daggershot, who made shrapnel projectiles. Bastion was there like usual, slinging shields like frisbees and slamming into the robbers like an NFL quarterback like usual, and keeping people safe like usual. Everything was normal for her, as well as the other heroes who showed up. What wasn't usual however, was the fact that Daggershot managed to blast Bastion in the side when she looked away for a split second. Bastion hurled a shield into his center mass before he could put a hole in her head with those projectiles, but now she was bleeding horribly, and struggling to stand. The other heroes on the scene got her to a hospital. It was then revealed that Bastion was only 16 years old, and that her parents "weren't around." She didn't explain what that meant, but for the last two years, this kid had been running around without any regard for her own wellbeing doing the job of a hero, and she didn't even have a home. The director of the PRT found out about this, and went to talk to her about it. 

Despite the many questions she was asked, Bastion didn't give a lot of personal answers. She never told anyone where she came from or who her parents were. They simply weren't a consideration, especially since they were the cause of her trigger event. Bastion spent a week in the hospital, and during this time, she and the director got to know each other enough that Bastion was offered a place on the Wards team coming together. She was always known as one of those capes that jumped at every opportunity to do something good for others, and so Bastion accepted after she recovered from the quasi-shotgun blast in her side. Besides, someone on this team needs to know what they're doing.

Powers
Brute | Shaker(Trump)

Imagine, if you will, that Guardian and Amazon had a child.

Bastion produces forcefields that disrupt powers and their effects. The forcefields have enough strength to withstand bullets and being thrown at a brick wall. Whenever a parahuman comes into contact with one of Bastion's forcefields, their powers are disrupted and taken out temporarily. Someone in an active breaker form would be pushed out of that form, changers would struggle to change substantially, or even at all. Blaster projectiles or shaker effects would be cut off by the shields depending on the way they functioned. In order for this to work, the barriers have to make physical contact with something, and nullifying someone's powers doesn't always work in a simple way. A tinker's weapon might stop working if it touched a forcefield, but the tinker's ability to understand their tech wouldn't change if they touched it; A master's control over someone might not be stopped if their victim touched the shield, but only if the master did. In cases where a forcefield breaks, it doesn't just vanish into thin air quietly, but in a burst of force that feels like getting punched in the face.

Bastion also has an absurd amount of physical strength. She may not be able to lift a semi-truck over her head, but she's usually the strongest person in a room. With one arm, Bastion can lift anywhere from 150lbs to 200. If she put her whole body into it, she could likely push a car full of snot-nosed 5th graders up a hill. Despite having that much strength, it doesn't give her any ability to jump across rooftops, tank bullets without a shield or outrun a mover. Granted, you definitely wouldn't want to be in her way when Bastion starts charging into something, but her brute powers do very little for her beyond lifting really heavy things or throwing a villain who got too close to her through a wall.

One of Bastion's favorite ways to use her powers is to fling one of her forcefields at somebody like she's Captain fucking America, by using her arm strength along with her control over the shields to hurl them forward with enough force to shatter them against something.

Other
Bastion's favorite powers are the ones that capes like Guardian and Amazon have, because all the cool heroes are either absurdly buff or make forcefields. Ask her how she knows.

Four years ago

Between the smell of accelerant fumes in the air, and the sound of a Tinker trying to desperately bust his way out of the chain wrapped around his arms, Catalyst was doing pretty good right now. Sure, it may have taken all of his favors to get the information on Magnus in the world, but now he had him right where he wanted him.

Exactly 30 feet away, chained to a wall in an abandoned warehouse with none of his tech, and soaked in gasoline, leading to a trail that ended at his feet. 

”I’m gonna start counting, Magnus. To ten. When I’m done, I’m going to pull out a lighter, drop it to the floor, and walk away. If you want out of here, you’ll tell me where the Midnighters are.”

”Do I look like I know where the hell they are, you fucking lunatic?!” The Tinker shrieked. Catalyst had managed to catch him out of costume, so he didn’t even have a helmet on. He has a scraggly face of half-assed stubble, and didn’t have a face anyone other than a cataract-riddled mother could love. Rosy cheeks that didn’t actually look rosy, just sunburnt, and a bruise over his lip that may or may not have been Catalyst’s handiwork. 

”You look like you’re about to die, Magnus. Don’t keep me waiting, Magnus.” Catalyst liked to think he was a patient person, giving Magnus way more than ten seconds to tell him what he wanted to hear. But even saints had finite patience. ”They pay you. Direct deposit into your hands, in cash. Unless they have some sort of Tinker device they use to deliver you the money or some other indirect means. And if that’s the case, you had better elaborate unless you feel like finding Jesus in the next few minutes.”

”I don’t fucking know!” Magnus shouted, ”They’re Strangers! They cover their asses so I don’t- I don’t know where they go! Please- Don’t- I have- Fuck!” 

”They’re Strangers. Fantastic. I can get that from anybody. How do they give you your money? I have your bank statements in my pocket, I know they don’t wire anything to you. So…” Catalyst reached into a pocket and pulled out a lighter. ”Answer me.”

The look on Magnus’ face was a mix of abject fear and downright despair. Catalyst could almost see a tear start to dribble down the left side of his face when he lit a flame. He writhed and squirmed in the chains like a cat stuck under a box… No. Magnus was gutter trash as far as tinkers went. Energy transfer. He could make weapons capable of harmlessly immobilizing other villains or make a hovercraft if he wanted, but instead he used his tech to make a lab for producing drugs that he sold to kids. Kids that were Natalie’s age. And Catalyst had him low, pleading for his life. 

Magnus, more like Maggot. 

”I’m sure there’s something sharp in here, if you’d rather die after I kick my powers on. Either way, there’s no one on this godforsaken rock that knows you’re in here. I ought to be God to you right now, Magnus. The next words that come out of your mouth had better be something that I’ll want to hear, or I'll drop this lighter. One.”

”Stop! I-I swear I don’t know! They leave the money somewhere and tell me where it is! I don’t ever see them, they just leave it!”

A smile creeped across Catalyst’s face from behind his helmet. ”Where?”

”Out in Baylin by the tracks. There’s a hatch on the roof that no one uses, they- They leave it there and give me orders for a job sometimes. That’s all- They- They don’t actually Get involved with me.”

Finally. Answers. Catalyst had what he wanted.

”When do they leave you the money?”

”I don’t know, I don’t know. They just leave it whenever after I tell them a job’s been done.”

That was disappointing.

”You can do better than that, Magnus.” His tone was grim.

”That’s all I know- I swear. I- That- I don’t know anything else!”

”Magnus. You-”

”Please! I- I can give you the money!”

”You’re obviously useless, and I don’t need money. It’s time to start praying.”

”No- No, no. No, you can’t- No, I ga- I-” Magnus’ slowly eroding composure had finally broken, and now tears were streaming down his face like blood from his lip when Catalyst removed two of his teeth.

”See, now you look like all those poor parents whenever they find out their precious little baby boys and girls got hooked on drugs. You could’ve been so much more, and now you look like a sick and dying rat.” Catalyst’s irritation with the whole situation was starting to show in how bitter his tone had become.

”Don’t kill me…” Magnus managed between his pitiful sobs. It only pissed Catalyst off even more.

He dropped the lighter, and Magnus immediately erupted into screams louder than a cannon. Catalyst watched as the trail burned up to his feet, and then watched as the pathetic excuse for a Tinker turned into a living campfire. His screams of fear became screams of agony.

Catalyst reached into a pouch at his belt, and pulled a flask out. He took his helmet off and emptied the entire thing into his mouth before leaving Magnus to burn to death in a dusty tomb that was far too good for him. The building would likely burn down with him, but no one would trace it back to a hero. Catalyst left and drove off to look for his targets.

Smoke started to rise into the air by the time he was a few blocks away.

"This is the last chance I’ll give you to surrender before your life is forfeit."

Name: 
Sierra M. Taylor

Alias:
Siren

Nicknames:
None

Age:
38

Gender:
Female - She|Her

Personality:
Stoic and hard to read, people tend to think Siren is a too intimidating to talk to, and while she is, she's only intimidating in the way that someone is when they're stone-cold serious about doing their job properly without room for failure. Siren commands respect wherever she goes with an air of well-backed confidence, she knows exactly what she is capable of, and makes a point of knowing exactly what the people around her are capable of as well. 

Siren is a dependable woman, she’s not afraid to offer assistance to heroes who need it, and has been known to steer the occasional innocent parahuman away from going down the path of villainy. Anyone who has had the opportunity to work with her knows that she has her act together, which is a lot more than most parahumans can say. She has taken on a great deal of responsibility during her hero career, and isn’t afraid go down swinging for what she believes.

Beneath her tough exterior lies a deep sense of compassion for the world around her. Years of dedicating herself to fighting back villains and even the Heralds mean she has weathered more than her fair share of storms. One can argue that Siren is a bit of an outlier, having witnessed as much as she has over the years without losing the determination in her eye to keep going. Some may find it inspiring, others may think she’s simply hiding more hurt and baggage than they realize. Despite being put through so much, Siren still manages to simply deal with it all.

Appearance: 
Out of costume, it's all comfort. Sweatpants, baggy sweatshirts, and anything that doesn't make her feel too humid. Due to the side effects of her powers, Sierra's hair is always wet. She hasn't been able to successfully dry it in the last two decades. How wet depends on how much she uses her powers. After a head-on fight with villains, it looks like she dunked her head underwater. When she wakes up in the morning, it only feels somewhat damp. Don't ask how she sleeps comfortably. Don't ask about the eye, either. Siren wears a getup that makes someone think she's a pirate instead of, well, a siren. Turquoise colored, hydrophobic longcoat, a pair of knee-high boots, padded elbow gloves, and bulletproof vest designed to look like a regular undershirt for subtlety.

Biography: 
She fell overboard from the side of the boat, and couldn’t swim. 

Everything was blue for as far as she could see, her limbs felt like stone. She was cold. There was no solid ground to stand on anymore, she was far from the shore by now, no doubt. The rumble in her ears was all she could hear, the faint reflection of sunlight from the far off surface was growing further and further.

But she thrashed and clawed through the water. She tried with every fleeting breath to pull herself closer to the light. Her lungs were screaming. She could feel her strength dwindling, and her arms didn’t get any lighter for it. 

She sank down.

Down.

And down.

”I don’t want to die.”

Everything went black, and the sky spilled open.  A storm emerged from a cloudless sky over the land, screaming winds and rain heavy enough to drown the highest mountains. Thunder shook the ground for miles, trees were torn from their roots as if they were grass, and she walked home across the ocean.

She was the ocean.

When the storm passed, she knew she was different, changed forever. The way her body became water with a passing thought felt like second nature to her. She didn't understand it at the time, but Sierra had just become a breaker.

24 years have passed since Sierra’s trigger event, and she has spent that time using her powers as an independent hero by the name of Siren, protecting her home from all manners of villains, joining the fight against Heralds, and eventually using her experience to set examples for other up and coming heroes. Siren never hid her identity, to the surprise of many, as she knows she was never perfect, and knew she had to hold herself accountable should she ever make a mistake that out others in harm’s way. As a very successful and competent vigilante, Siren had received countless offers from hero teams, some sponsored by the PRT, others independent. She never took the offers. They were never her scene.

Before coming to Redline, she was already a well-known cape. She brought down many villains over the years, and made close friends among the more “professional” heroes. Siren always took pride in her ability to spur changes among capes and guide others down a good path. It was that willingness to set examples that made the PRT approach her in a more official capacity for the Wards Initiative. It was not the first time they spoke, but rather than say they wanted her, they conveyed that they needed someone like her for the Guardians in Redline. They needed her affinity for guidance among younger capes, and she obliged.

There was never a reason for Siren to join the PRT officially. She always had plenty of money from working in the Marina where she was thrown from just before her trigger event. Siren had enough common sense not to do anything stupid with her powers, and she always enjoyed the freedom of independent work. But Siren was accustomed to supporting less experienced capes from her time spent in costume, and she believed in what the PRT did. When they told her about a program meant to train parahuman children who may be coming from bad circumstances and equip them with the tools to be the next generation of heroes, she gladly took a place among the Redline Guardians.

Powers: Hydrokinesis/Water Physiology  [Breaker 7(Shaker 6) (Brute3) (Mover2)] 
Siren has a form she shifts into where her body is altered to be made of water. Her clothes blur and mingle with the surface of her skin and seem to cascade away towards any edge. Siren's hair goes from being constantly wet to a raging waterfall in the shape of hair, that no one can touch without their hand passing through or being pushed back out. In this form, Sierra absorbs any free water in a solid or gaseous state that her body touches, which is used to slowly heal wounds. She can also walk on water in this state, but the most important advantage to Siren’s Breaker state is that it allows her to access her Shaker power: Hydrokinesis. In this form, Siren can freely manipulate free water in any state, such as liquid or ice cubes, on a molecular level. This allows Siren to artificially change the state of water and move it like an extension of her body, which it technically is. Her body takes on the physical properties of water, causing most physical damage to pass right through her.

Siren is also capable of altering the weather with enough humidity in the air, effectively forcing rain to pour down. This doesn't have much of a practical use unless the rain is particular heavy, and takes time, but it makes Siren ability to flood a street a lot easier if it happens. Siren can't recreate the wind or lighting associated with a thunderstorm, but sometimes, when she is pushed into circumstances like the ones during her trigger event, a full-blown thunderstorm just might occur outside of her control.

Other: 
She lost her eye and half of the skin on her face to a striker with an explosion power that turned organic matter into bombs.

Theme Song 
The Real McKenzies - The Tempest

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Name:
Carmen Foster

Alias: 
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Age: 
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Gender: 
Female; she/her pronouns

Personality:
Carmen could most aptly be described as a ball of sunshine. She’s a relentless optimist, reacting to most situations with a smile. She’s outgoing and tries her best to make new friends. But, more often than not, she’s not successful, because, well… Carmen is awkward. Her words always seem to come out wrong, twisted. She drives people away with her unending enthusiasm. But Carmen is resilient. Her nerves are easy to ruffle but, otherwise, she maintains her optimistic disposition in the face of everything. Pain, rejection, mocking- she manages to keep a good face on despite it all. 

After all, she only cries in private. 

Carmen is intelligent too. One might even call her a nerd. She’s into everything- from cartoons to stuffed animals to computers. She’d never admit most of her interests to the other Wards, but she can often be seen reading a Percy Jackson novel with a stuffed unicorn in her lap. She earns good grades and is proud of it, almost addicted to the high of it all. 

Appearance: 
Carmen is shorter than average for her age, being 4’9” and not showing any sign of growing beyond that quite yet. She’s small, weighing in at 98 pounds. Her small stature betrays her status as a late-bloomer- something she secretly hopes to overcome soon. 

Moving beyond her small stature, Carmen is of Mexican origin. Her skin is a smooth medium-brown, and her hair is a deep brown, curly and shoulder-length. Her eyes, too, are an ochre brown and they sparkle with secret mischief and hope. 

Biography: 
For as long as Carmen can remember, it’s just been her and her mom. Valerie Foster had her first and only daughter young. Carmen’s father had never been in her life. It isn’t something she angsts over. In fact, she prefers not to know a man who was shitty enough to never want to speak to his own daughter. For the first few years of Carmen’s life, her mom and her hopped around from apartment to apartment, her mom from job to job. That was before her mom found her calling as a cop though. Now, they live in Redline in a mid-level suburb. Carmen doesn’t remember the before much, but she knows life is good. 

Valerie Foster raised her daughter to be tough. She doesn’t take people’s shit and doesn’t get into trouble. And if she did… well. Valerie is a disciplinarian, a tough-love sort of woman. But that’s not to say they aren’t close. Carmen loves her mother and her mother loves her back. Carmen is the center of her mother’s world. 

When she got to middle school though, things started…changing. It was unsettling. Mom got a new boyfriend, who was nice enough but threatened the dynamic. And kids turned mean. The world turned mean. Carmen was tough as always, but sometimes there are problems you can’t fix. And this was one of them. Things piled up. And one day, she exploded and the solution appeared right in her hands.

Carmen’s trigger wasn’t one she could hide from her mom. Although she wasn’t in the PRT, as a cop, she had all too much experience dealing with Redline’s parahumans. And Valerie had never liked parahumans- always mistrusted them. They were trouble, even the heroes. And to find out her daughter had become one of them? It strained their relationship to the point of breaking, and it still is. Committed to keeping her daughter on the straight and narrow, Valerie found out about the new Wards program through a law enforcement contact and quickly enrolled her daughter without her input. 

Powers: 
(DESIGNATION: Striker 6, Tinker 1)

V’s power allows her to summon any object she has a good understanding of out of thin air. As she would put it, her power comprises two functions: copy and paste. She copies an object by learning how it operates and committing it to memory, and pastes it by summoning it. Her objects do not obey the laws of physics. If destroyed or altered, they’ll simply disappear, and any chemical testing reveals that they’re made of no particular material. Put rather confusingly, she turns raw energy into anything she chooses. Her objects can only be summoned directly into her hands and disappear within one hour.

Her power has a burnout function. Once V creates too many objects within a 12-hour period, she can no longer summon any more. That limit depends on specificity (ie a pink AK-47 that fires bubbles instead of bullets vs a gun), necessity (Epi-Pen while someone is in active anaphylaxis vs a hammer when one is nearby), complexity (a high-tech Tinker gun vs a BB gun), and size (ie a skyscraper vs a piece of string). The rules are all very complicated but V can feel herself running out, akin to a battery. She has to conserve her power carefully.

Skills:
None to speak of. (aka pls god don’t make me do this section)

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"Yes I am aware my power is gross, no I do not enjoy causing harm to myself, no you may not touch it..."

Alias
Bloodlet 

Nicknames
Walker, Li(Lee) though he hates that one. 

Age
17

Gender
Male

Personality
Lito is rather stand-offish, emotionless, and maybe even a little cruel. Though most of this is due to the fact that Lito isn’t really capable of showing his true emotions. Lito is awkward around others at best, though he does try to come off as friendly sometimes this can be a little…intense. He doesn’t fully understand personal space and either gives people entirely too much space, or  not enough. Despite all this Lito is a deeply caring individual to those who can get past the initial thick shell, even though he might not always show it. 

Appearance
Lito stands at a nice 6 foot 1 inch, with a slender but very slightly muscular build. He sports disheveled fiery red hair and almost sickly pale skin. His yellow eyes often sport a tired or bored expression accompanied by slightly darkened circles. His skin, especially on his arms and hand, is absolutely riddled with various scars. 

His clothing style is equally as disheveled as his hair and pretty boring. Opting more often than not for a simple pair of jeans, an oversized t-shirt, and a hoodie, though when forced into more formal clothing it is almost always wrinkled, and untucked unless someone fixes it for him. 

Though instead of white it’s red. 

Biography

Lito was more or less a street kid, his father did his best but with the two of them in and out of homeless shelters and his father unable to get work due to an injury from an accident shortly after Lito was born that killed his mother, life was not easy. Living on the streets Lito had to learn quickly how to survive. Not just for himself but also to take care of his father. He learned how to steal and how to fight and how to avoid fights fairly quickly. Though it was not without trial and error.

At one point. When Lito was 8 or 9 he had been caught by the cops attempting to steal some food from a grocery store. Upon questioning they decided it would be best if Lito was put into the foster care system. This didn’t last long, Lito had run away from his foster home within a week worried for his father. It took him a few months to find the older man but eventually the two were reunited and Lito went back to providing for the two of them. 

He was much more careful in the years to follow. Begging on the streets for money, dumpster diving, occasional theft when he could, but always careful not to get caught. During this time his father did his best to give Lito a somewhat decent education. At least enough to know the basics, how to read, simple math, the usual. 

[Actual trigger warning ahead: Violence, Blood, Near Death experience]

Lito’s trigger event didn’t happen until he was closer to 14. He and his father had found a decent spot to set up camp for the night and had even managed to scrape together a somewhat decent dinner. As the two were eating a group of burly men walked up to them demanding they hand over everything they had and leave the area. Lito’s father tried to get the teen to simply comply but he didn’t listen. Annoyed by the teen’s audacity they began to move toward him when his father stepped between them. The men decided to teach his father a lesson on raising his kid better first and began to mercilessly beat the injured man while Lito stood there in shock. The men didn’t seem to stop and Lito could see that things were not going to end well for his father if they kept going. He begged the men to stop, telling them they could have what they wanted if they just stopped, but they weren’t listening. Lito, tried to move in to pull the men off his father but he wasn’t strong enough, he was easily batted away by one of the men. In a panic Lito reached for the knife his father normally kept for emergencies only. Cutting himself on the blade in the process. Once again Lito rushes in and once again he is stopped and disarmed. Panicked and helpless, and in tears, Lito wasn’t sure he could save his father who had seemed to lose consciousness at this point. He cried out one last time and this time something happened, the blood seeping from his hand hardened into a spike and lashed out at the men, injuring one of them. In desperation Lito opened another wound on his body and ran at the men, anger in his tear filled eyes. They released Lito’s father and ran, but not before Lito got a solid strike on another of the men. Lito’s attention went to his father as soon as the men were out of eyesight. 

Lito dragged his father’s unconscious body to the nearest hospital where his father went into surgery as his own wounds were treated. Once bandaged and questioned by officers he was once again entered into the foster care system. This time under much closer watch. He attempted to run away several times however he was caught each time. Eventually he gave up, or so it seemed. When the watch on him finally laxed about a year later he was once again on the streets looking for his father. Though this time he was unable to locate his father. 

He spent the next two years on the streets looking, unsuccessfully, as well as learning to use this new power of his. Though he mostly stuck to himself. When news of the Ward program reached his ears he was at their door offering, rather unenthusiastically, to join in exchange for help finding his father and then comfortable living for him if/when he was found.

Powers/Skills

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StrikerBRUTE
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Lito can manipulate his own blood in a variety of ways. Whether it be to create weapons out of hardened blood or cover parts of his body with it in order to make him more durable. This hardened blood is durable enough to be used to attack however strong enough concentrated power can chip or even completely snap portions off.  In order to do this Lito must have an open wound near the area he wishes to create the desired effect. The wound does not need to be deep it simply has to bleed, but the deeper the wound the more reinforcement for blood creation is. 

Blood Sword: Usually created by opening a wound in the palm of his hands, he can create Sword blades or daggers. 

Blood Scythe: Created by opening larger wounds on his forearms. These require more blood than the sword or the daggers but have a longer reach. 

Blood Armor: Lito opens a wound or uses a pre-existing wound to manipulate the blood into a durable armor around the body part. 

Blood Shield: Lito creates a small round shield from a wound on his forearm (picture Captain America size) which is strong enough to block most standard bullet rounds. 

Lito can create other simple items such as pole-arms or hammers however he doesn’t like to make things that he doesn’t view as effective so opts for the main 4 listed above.

Blood manipulation takes a lot out of Lito. While the blood is hardened he is not in danger of bleeding out but swapping between blood creations can result in large amounts of blood loss. Though Lito can lose quite a bit more blood than a normal person before passing out he will still reach a limit in which his body can no longer handle it. The more wounds on his body the stronger his ability however the more likely it is he will lose consciousness. He also has to be careful as his body can and will lash out on its own if he pushes himself too hard, with no regard for who is friend or foe. 

•Street Smarts
Having spent most of his life on the streets Lito has learned the eb and flow of street life, as well as various shortcuts around the city. Not to mention the knowledge of where and where not to go at certain times or at all if one wishes to stay out of trouble 

•Street Fighting
Lito has had no formal training when it comes to fighting. His fighting style is not nearly as disciplined as it could be but he is good at thinking on his feet and reacting to quick changes. 

•Heightened Pain Tolerance
Lito’s pain tolerance is significantly higher than the average person’s from several years of intentionally causing bodily harm to himself.

NGL my fave power is Gambit’s Kinetic energy manipulation (hehe make things explode)

"Looks and showmanship aren’t everything but they sure as hell help."

Alias
Fuse

Nicknames
Vas (Though it’s not used often) 

Age
28

Gender
Male

Personality
Lev is a generally loud individual. He tends to draw attention in any environment. Very much a people person, and extremely self-confident to boot. He tends to lack a filter when talking to people, a little too honest for his own good. It generally results in people not liking him or being a little put off by his presents. He also actively chooses to ignore people’s personal space, which has gotten him hit on more than one occasion. Add that he can come off as rather vain and you have yourself and ego that can fill an entire room, no, an entire building. 

Appearance
Lev stands at around 6 ft 4 inches. He isn’t jacked by any means but he is still visibly muscular. His white hair, at its longest point reaches just below his shoulder blades though he tends to keep it tied. His hairstyle is very…long mullet-esc, but he makes it work. 

Lev is generally very conscious about what he wears, only wearing clothing that “best fits him” after all his appearance is everything to him. 

Biography

Lev comes from immigrant parents who moved from their home country to Redline, Maine when Lev was a very young child, on a work visa. Eventually they all gained official citizenship and Lev had a relatively normal life. His parents worked their way into the upper-middle class so Lev wanted for very little, that was until he was in his early teens. His parents found themselves in a decent sum of debt and in order to get themselves out of the hole at least a little bit, they sold their home and the family moved to a less than savory neighborhood. It was here that Lev learned very quickly, how to please the others around him, how to blend in with any crowd, and how to sweet talk his way out of trouble or into a little extra money. 

Lev spent his highschool years charming and conning his way into some extra cash, which he used to help his family dig themselves out of debt, very slowly. It was shortly after he graduated High School that his trigger event happened. 

[TRIGGER EVENT REDACTED] 

After his trigger he spent some time jumping between people that would pay him the most for his abilities and services. Which resulted in quite a bit of crime. It wasn’t until he was almost caught that he decided the risk wasn’t worth the reward and flipped to working to stop the same crime he once committed. His connections helped him quite a bit though many are still not fully convinced the Cape Fuse is committed to helping people rather than harming them. It doesn’t help that his powers often cause quite a bit of collateral damage which gets him in trouble with the public and the PRT higher ups. This of course doesn’t bother him, as long as he feels he is doing more good than harm he has no intention of changing. 

It was because of his more…destructive behavior that it was suggested he help out with the Wards program. An attempt to keep him off the streets as much as possible. Lev, of course, knew this, but took it as an opportunity to help kids struggling to find their place with the powers they developed. He of all people knew how easy it was to fall into criminal work so the opportunity to help kids not follow in his path was one he was more than willing to take. 

Powers/Skills

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StrikerBlaster
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Energy manipulation: Lev can convert the potential energy of inanimate objects into highly explosive kinetic energy, essentially charging any object he choses that he comes into contact with physically onto an explosive. The only limitation Lev seems to have with this is time, the larger the object the more time it takes him to charge. A small rock only talks him a moment whereas a car would take him up to an hour (depending on the size) and a building even longer. The size of the explosion caused by the object is heavily dependent on the object's mass. For example a single charge building might level the entire block it was on whereas a small pebble might have the same force as a firework. 

In a similar sense, instead of converting the potential energy of an object he and instead accelerate the kinetic energy. This is true of both objects he touches as well as himself. This means that he can make himself as well as the objects he is holding hit harder than they otherwise would normally be able to.

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"You can count on me! But, er, y'might wanna check in 'fore ya mess with my tech..."

Name: Beverly Hillshire

Alias: Workshop

Nicknames: Bev, Hills

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Personality: Beverly can come off as...Hyperactive. When she's talking to others, in stark contrast to most other Tinkers, she's usually the one with the reins, dragging the conversation around as she bounces from topic to topic with mile-a-minute thoughts pouring from her head and through her mouth, and when she's on her own, you can usually catch her muttering to herself more often than she isn't. 

Most of the time, she's completely unaware that she has devolved into utter rambling until someone can get her to shut her trap. She doesn't really do it intentionally; more of a side effect of her ability, and Bev does her best to keep it in check when she can. If you can get by her babbling, she's a southern sweetheart who just wants to do her best to be useful to other people, and she takes the opinions of others to heart...Perhaps more than she should. While outwardly quite put-together, energetic and excitable, her deep-seated need to be needed, and to have the appreciation of others, is something that both drives her and can drag her into dark places. 

While not a complete sheep, Bev is quick to fold under positive reinforcement, and as such could be manipulated in these ways. She does her best to be her own boss and use her head, but in spite of being a Tinker, she finds her heart does most of the thinking for her...For better and worse. 

Appearance: Miss Hillshire is clearly one of a good handful of high school gals to finally hit that final growth spurt, and the results speak for themselves. She stands at a respectable 5'9 ft., and weighs in at around 155 lbs. Which might be a bit of chub, but she's got plenty of muscle! Not quite the kind you get working out or the sort, but the kind earned by hard labor and hand-crafting affronts to the laws of the universe. Her skin is lightly tanned from hidden years making Tinkertech in the shipyard. Her face, while toughened by the nature of her work and a few experiments gone rogue, maintains a certain softness to it, and her sharp red eyes, while at first perhaps seen as fierce and intimidating, instead speak to her joyful nature as they sparkle with mirth in the heat of her passion projects, and a mass of curly brown hair that manages to cascade all the way to her waist. 

She tries to keep her clothing simple, both because she doesn't particularly care about it, and because it'll make her work easier the less it gets in her way. She normally wears a teal blue sports top alongside a comfortable pair of black zip-up leggings. On her waist, she might normally have a dark blue hoodie tied there, but in the colder months of the year, she's usually wearing it instead. Lastly, she wears heavy-duty black boots and fingerless gloves. The boots might look a bit too large for her, but she likes them because they're airy and still keep the heavy snow out. Mostly. 

As for her costume, well...She didn't think that far ahead. She's thinking maybe some kinda big mask? Maybe like a welder's? Ooh, that'd be cool! And probably some satchels or a bag for all the stuff she likes carrying around. That'd be good. And probably something better than her civvie clothes to cover her, though she's clueless on what. She'd make armor or something, but those don't come out too often....Oh well! She'll figure something out. 

Biography: Beverly and her family weren't originally from Redline; about eight or nine years back (she's sorta forgotten), they moved from a quiet town in Oklahoma to way, way up to Maine because her pa got a job offer they couldn't resist. It hurt a bit, because she was happy with where she'd been from. Had some good friends, was doing well in school, getting involved in the neighborhood....But, well, some things just gotta happen. 

She didn't fit in as well here, and the situation around the city was completely different from what she'd grown up with; it was scary, but more pressing for someone like her, it was confusing. She liked being able to understand things, yet she couldn't wrap her head around all the chaos, the gang wars, and most of all, the villains. But like an ostrich with its head in the sand, she decided to ignore these things that just couldn't fit into her brain, and move on with life. 

Long story short....Redline happened. 

Bev lost her pops, and her mom wasn't taking it well. Didn't help that shortly afterwards, her Tinker ability had manifested; for weeks it left her mind in shambles, sandwiched between her tidal wave of emotions and a disgusting flow of blueprints, concepts, and a desire to create. It's always those early weeks that are the hardest. 

She learned to cope by hanging out in the shipyard. Her ma would've had her head if she knew about it, with all the gang stuff that went down this side of the city, but it kept her out of her spiraling parent's hair for a bit, and let her organize her disheveled thoughts as she took bits and pieces from scrapped ships, and began building...Things. 

There was no rhyme or reason, and it pissed her off. She could never make what she wanted to make; only what her stupid head decided to. While eventually she grew to enjoy the process, of letting her mind wander and design whatever it fancied, she still holds some bitterness in how it functions. Still, she looked on the bright side; at least she wasn't a villain. Heck, when a member of The Mutants accidentally got ahold of something she had been working on, it put them on ice. Literally, like a cryogenic grenade. Making an impromptu citizen's arrest and not sticking around to be questioned, Bev was a bit giddy at the excitement building in her. Building her tech was one thing, but getting to see it in action was something else altogether! 

Eventually, Beverly became anonymously known as The Shipyard Tinker, and due to the peculiarity of her devices and the mystery of her nature, none of the ill forces present attempted to pull anything with her. Heck, sometimes she even got to make small deals with some vigilantes or, on the rare chance, honest-to-gosh heroes who were interested in some Tinkertech to give them an edge. It was fun while it lasted!

Earlier this month, however, her little hideout was spoiled by Mr. Fukuda, though he made her an offer she couldn't possibly refuse. The Wards Initiative?! Becoming a proper Cape?! Working with OTHER CAPES HER AGE?! The thought was static to the mind and a charge to the heart. She hadn't managed to make much friends in her time at Redline, but surely this would be a good chance, and she'd get to help the good guys on top of it all! AND have access to PRT resources, even including the work of other Tinkers?! There was no way she was passing this up!

Powers/Skills:

[DESIGNATION: Tinker 5 (tentative 2 in any other given Classification)]

Chaos Creations: Beverly's Tinker talents are nearly limitless in thought, but quite so in practice. She generally does her best work making cheap, quick-and-easy devices that possess a short shelf life if not give consistent proper maintenance. However, her process also involves some...Peculiarities. For one, she has no conscious say in what exactly she makes, essentially Tinkering by instinct over anything else, and in fact has made things in her sleep more often than she'd admit. This means she just makes what she makes, and has to roll with it. This also means she generally doesn't know the exact applications of any given thing she makes, though she can usually intuit it well enough. 

This also comes at the cost of focus. If she does attempt to properly work through a design and put her mind into it, it tampers with her natural process. Anything she makes this way generally becomes of much poorer make, more ineffective, or prone to being incredibly unstable and/or dangerous. The only things she can put some level of intent behind are builds based around the scanning and monitoring of vital signs, though she's hesitant to elaborate on why this might be. 

Hands-On Learner: While not classified as being apart of her power (yet), Beverly possesses deft hands and is skilled at hastily putting things together, or taking them apart, and seems to gain a decent idea of how to do those processes to any other tech she lays her hands on. This might just be a talent of hers, but the PRT are still debating this being a possible Thinker, or perhaps even Striker, part of her capabilities. 

Cooking Intuition: Beverly has gone on record to claim she has little to no experience cooking or learning to cook, but has shown a strange aptitude for it not unlike her ability to inherently Tinker without much thought, though thankfully without the edge of randomness. In other words, she's a very competent cook, and has a small hobby of making and baking sugary delights on some off-time, as she finds sweets helpful to give her an extra boost getting through her process. 

Well-Built: While nowhere near superhumanly strong or fast, having to haul around all her junk by hand, and working it by hand, has built some impressive muscle on her, making her stronger and quicker than one might anticipate; though it's not like she's well-versed in hand-to-hand or anything. 

Other: As her time as The Shipyard Tinker, she got offers extended to her from both The Mutants and Knight Aspirant. While she seriously considered KA, she ended up turning both of them down. Hopefully they don't put two and two together when Workshop makes her debut...

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"Don't you see? I'm going to save you... All of you... my precious Humanity~."

Name: Miko Danvers

Alias: Yandere, The Seven's Sister, The Second.

Nicknames: "That Crazy Bitch", "The Pink One", "The Girl in the Skirt", "Twin-tailed Terror", "Her".

Age: 16 (physically) (true mental age unclear; given her vast skillset, assumed 20's)

Gender: Female

Personality:
Cheerful and peppy on the surface, she is nonetheless equally capable of becoming psychotic and murderous on a dime and is incredibly unstable and overconfident. Despite any evidence to the contrary, Yandere is under the impression that she is acting to save the world and seems to believe that she can avert some unnamed "apocalypse", which she has failed at multiple times. Assuming her claims about her power are correct, this, understandably so, would be the primary reason she is batshit insane.

Despite this, under the vast majority of circumstances, Yandere is incredibly well composed and controlled in her mannerisms. If she's acting eccentric, that's usually because it's what she wants others to see. She often wears a gleeful smile, a smile that tends to stretch to psychotic levels once the adrenaline hits and battle is joined. It is rare indeed that Yandere ever truly takes her opposition seriously. After all, with her power, why should she? Even when seriously injured or seemingly inconvenienced, all she will do is smile and smirk, even offering a peppy mocking congratulation or two. She is quick to dole out almost genuine sounding praise to her opposition, but anyone with any conception of her power can be well aware it's likely not anything she's not seen before and clearly overcome.

Under no circumstances has Yandere ever shown a single iota of genuine fear or distress that has been witnessed past the infamous day of her Trigger Event. Though, she will sometimes feign such with her opponents to lull them into a false sense of security. Truly, given her physical limitations, it is all too easy for others to underestimate her, especially first-time opposition. She is a crafty schemer at heart, always poking and prodding at her opponents verbally, teasing out their mindsets to determine if they are worth keeping around for the "Grand Plan" and the betterment of humanity as a whole. Even while she's having a rip-roaring good time messing around with her enemies, she's also scouting them as allies in her quest. If they pass, she's more than willing to throw down the hatchet to try and bring them into the fold, and with her ability to effectively wholly analyze the psyches of others through trial and error, to an outsider, she may appear to say exactly the right things at the right time to make her case seem all too reasonable.

Regardless of her methods or seeming amorality, Yandere desires to save humanity above all things. To her, it is her one true calling in life, and no sacrifice is too great in the service of that goal. Her only worry, one she has pushed to the backburner for the time being, is what she's going to do with herself once she succeeds. What will she do after? What burnt bridges will she need to rebuild? Once she's done the deed, what is left for her? What kind of proper profession would she like to undertake? And once she reaches the end of her life, can she even die of old age, or will she be forced to redo things all over again?

Existential concerns aside, some part of her hopes that she'll make some genuine friends along the way and actually have comrades and loved ones at the end of things. While saving the world certainly takes priority for understandable reasons, she'd also like to have a boy-or girl-friend to settle down with. Honestly, at this point, she's not super picky either way; it's just a little difficult to get people to take your advances seriously when you're an infamous serial killer. She'd like something genuine, but maybe that's asking a lot...

Sigh. "Ah well, here I go a killing again~!"

Appearance: 
Civilian: A 5'6", 140 lb. raven-haired half-Japanese-Caucasian teenage girl with blue eyes, she is someone who has been thoroughly smacked with the puberty stick in... certain areas (cough) She is athletic beneath her oft deceptively covering wear, despite appearing almost as delicate as she is busty, and wears her hair in single ponytail. Even in this state, she tends to favor bright, cheerful colors, and she has enough taste to avoid being garish about them. Though, dark tops with light bottoms also appeal to her. Skirts are an unironic staple of her wardrobe, along with a variety of snug, form-fitting sweater shirts, sometimes turtle-necked. She usually has at least a few knives concealed somewhere on her person.

Cape: In all reality, her civilian guise is donned with incredible rarity. Most of the time, she boldly goes where she pleases with her hair dyed a bold pink and pulled up into a pair of ponytails with bowed ribbons. Aside from that, she typically wears a now ominously distinct white and blue Japanese schoolgirl outfit. On first glance, it would be assumed to be a cosplay, if not for the fact that Yandere has taken a known trip across the sea before to obtain it by questionable means. Certainly, if nothing else, she can't be said to half-ass her image. In addition, she dons an intimidating number of knives, both throwing and not, beneath her skirt strapped to her upper thighs, and she can usually be seen with a book bag slung over one shoulder and sometimes a fanny pack hanging from the back of her waist, the latter usually only in the case she seems to be expecting a fight. The fanny back is usually holding some handy odds or ends that just conveniently aid her situation as if she were fucking Dora the Explorer.

While her power and infamy amongst government agencies means having an actual secret identity is generally a pipe dream, Yandere occasionally will whip out the makeup and some spare clothes and have an actual peaceful night out on the town. A casual drink with another here, a playful movie there. If she wants to disappear into a crowd, she has the means and the knowledge to make it happen, even while under intense scrutiny.

Biography:
Our story begins 30 years past. It was the early 1990's, and the chaos of the emergence of the Parahuman phenomenon had roughly settled down. After 70 years of lessons learned quickly and harshly, some level of true order had been restored to the world. Though villains had crawled forth from every crevice, heroes had risen to meet them, and the world, in turn, rose to support those heroes in whatever way they may.

The world had recovered, and though not all was well, things were improving. Until one day...
Long story short, when a twenty foot silvery titan oozes out onto the beach of Katsuru, well....How are you supposed to respond to that? Locals didn't really know what to make of it, so, foolish as it was, they approached the strange entity, watching with awe as it strode onto land, like a God amongst mortals.

Of course, the panicking began when, without even sparing a glance, spears of that almost mercury-esque substance jutted from its body, ending the lives of most of the onlookers in the span of a second. They ran, but it was far too late; with seemingly no attention to the act, what were once spires of death formed into liquid tendrils, hunting down the fleeing prey and splattering them across the earth in brutal fashion. All the while, it kept walking. 

When Japan's Capes began to enter the scene, they soon realized how bad the situation was; this was not the villains of old, who they could play cat and mouse with, always pushing and pulling, but never so far to escalate the situation. No, this was a monster of Greek proportions, an abomination with no thoughts towards such base things as morality. But even when they stopped pulling punches, they found themselves outmatched. Each time it was crushed, splattered, melted or frozen, it simply formed back together, an unkillable slime that seemed to become all the more unbeatable with each failed attempt.

Cleaving through any signs of humans it came across, the thing that soon was dubbed 'Progeny' made its way into central Japan with no remorse; civilians were told to flee, but escaping this monstrosity was impossible. It moved with a disturbing fluidity. Not 'fast' in the superhuman terms, but so disgustingly mobile that nothing could stop it, even slipping through the thinnest cracks to emerge where it desired. It was inevitable that you were found by it, barring rescue from Capes...Who were likely bound to die in the process. This rampage pushed on, with the creature never stopping to eat, drink, or rest, hours of travel time spent either moving or killing. 

When it reached Tokyo, no one was ready.

The Capes there, heroes and villains, desperate to stop the demon, banded together, unofficially becoming the first example of The Herald Accords. However, Japan had never been well known for their impressive Capes, and none were capable of stopping this menace....That is, until, four distinct portals opened in the sky, though after the creature had already obtained ample time to eviscerate the population and Capes alike.

Dropping in, prior to them ever becoming The Guardians, were Guardian himself, Amazon, Gatecrasher, and a late and great member of their team, Shockwave, whose ability was to unleash ungodly amounts of electricity in waves; thanks to help from a Tinker friend, they'd found ways to focus the ability, turning him into an extraordinarily strong Blaster/Shaker. 

With these four, Progeny, while not killed, was pushed back long enough to force a retreat from the enigmatic creature; Japan was in ruins, certainly, with the body count having reached millions, not even mentioning the Capes that littered the streets of Tokyo, but they had stopped it.

After this, the PRT officially created The Guardians, with the four who stopped Progeny being the founding members.

That terrible day was the first Herald attack, or as it has been commemorated in Japan, Red Day; a grim reference to the streets, running red with the approach of the goliath entity... The devastation left in its wake slew millions and left the entire nation shell-shocked and battle scarred, reduced to a 2nd world country. Though the infrastructure of the island nation wasn't completely ruined, they had been completely unprepared for an attack of such scale, and with their already low birthrate, even 30 years later, their population hadn't bounced back.

It was into this devastated nation that Maki Fuma was born. She grew up in a nation struggling economically and nationally, and she had no desire to stick around. Far from one to allow herself to be shackled be tradition or nationalism, she fled to the United States at the first available opportunity and came to settle down in the State of Oklahoma. Having come from a struggling country, Maki knew of hard word, and in the far more prosperous America, that served her well. She got a job, went to school, went to college, graduated with honors and married well, taking up her husband's surname of Danvers. The life she led couldn't have been called more than upper middle class, but it was hers and one she was content with. And soon enough, she was having her first child, a bright young girl named Miko.

As she grew, Miko came to internalize her mother's standards of hard work and determination. She learned to value the will to push through all obstacles, to never stop even if one stumbled. She learned of her mother's old home and came to enjoy indulging in their media and culture, even as she never took what she already had now for granted. She was a cheerful soul, who made friends easily and scored well enough to make her classmates wonder about the memes of Japanese grades. Her life was good, peaceful, aside from the occasional inevitable Cape shenanigans; though she was never unlucky enough to be nearby or collateral.

And then Gaia attacked.
Mother Nature.

The Moving Mountain.

The Terror of Heaven and Earth.

As it emerged, 14-year-old Miko had been at school, and the alarms sounded all too late. Gaia began its grim chore, drawing up the land towards itself, swallowing and compressing all that was natural and manmade alike into its personal armor. And being inside her school, Miko was swept up inexorably in the tide. Even as she struggled to stay atop the flow of crumbling structures and earth, all around her friends, teachers, strangers and other civilians alike were crushed and ground up. In the chaos of it all, in the face of her innocent horror and a dire need, she Triggered.

Unfortunate timing that.

In losing consciousness in her precarious position, she was swept into the tide proper, no longer able to escape the flow, as she was drawn towards the behemoth titan... and painfully crushed against it... only to awake within the flow. Panicked and confused, she was drawn in again and crushed all the same... and returned once more. Even as the world around her went mad in the face of a great and terrible storm's manifestation, a horrible pattern began to emerge. Soon enough, this bizarrely reoccurring event become her personal death loop, constantly being ground up, crushed, compressed, entombed, suffocated, drowned, sliced and diced, sandpapered, and just generally reduced to a fine bloody mushy smear in a variety of ways so almost distinct that if one didn't know better, they'd think the Herald was somehow experimenting to see if any would stick.

At first, her power didn't go very far back and didn't include the combat reflexes and muscle control needed to get out with so little breathing room, but after dozens, even hundreds of resets, where Miko went from begging for help to begging to be saved, to begging for a hero, to begging for mercy, for it to stop, for her to just be allowed to die, to not even bothering to beg at all and simply screeching incoherently. By the time she Second Triggered, she was out of her mind with panic, and she was soon running on pure power-fueled instinct, which even then, was barely enough given how far in she'd already been dragged.

Finally, she escaped from the pull, only to be met with a vicious storm of truly unholy proportions. More mad than not, Miko in the face of these new factors died again... and awoke under the crush once more. For the true horror of Miko's own power became clear. At this time, she did not know how to reset herself, and her power would always default to resetting her backwards as far as it could manage upon death/forced reset. And because her power could not take her further back than her Trigger, even a single mistake, a single slip-up, would see her plunged right back into the beginning of the nightmare.

For a while, her fresh panic at the revelation of the brand new level of her personal nightmare, genuinely broke the girl entirely, leaving her a shell resigned to a small eternity of resets, her body continuing to act half-heartedly to escape, relying entirely on her power's muscle memory to progress in the face of the girl's mind checking out. And yet, without her guiding principle, it could not manage to quite make it further, for where could it go once instinct ran dry? And so it went. A hundred resets. Two hundred. Five hundred. A thousand. But what could a young girl's mind do in the face of such reckless, targeted malice? Her power had already Second Triggered in desperation; it had nothing left to give. What happened next would be upon her shoulders.

And so it came to be that, eventually, perhaps inevitably, Miko's mind simply registered pain... differently. One might even say not at all. After countless deaths, it had become just another sensation, and while the girl was shattered, in the face of this, she began to pull some of the pieces back together. A spark of hope, a rekindled animalistic drive to survive. Whatever one wanted to call it, it was a fire that she clung too with everything she had left, a bonfire of determination and spite, a drive to escape.

And once the mind behind the power was back in the saddle somewhat, so the escape attempts redoubled in full. The number of deaths did not lesson. No, not by a long shot. But now, actual progress was made, even if it was horrifically glacial, even literally one step at a time in places, the journey so foul and lethal that even the slightest deviation meant to be smote beneath the Herald's renewed attention. Even despite all that, the girl pressed onward with a drive even she didn't understand.

Little did she know, however, but her cries for help had actually been heard by a Japanese hero, who'd come from overseas to aid in the fight. It was unfortunate, truly. Under nigh any other circumstance, such a person would have been her hero and lead the girl to a better life. Unfortunately for both, the girl had the personal attention of the Herald, and someone like this hero was merely in the way. If even a single deviation, a single mistake would cost her, would reset her, then she could not allow her path to be impeded or deviated by any outside element.

And so it was, with barely even conscious recognition of her actions, the girl's body killed the hero a few resets later, a single knife-hand to the windpipe, crushing the good Samaratan's life beneath the weight of her drive to live. Though she was witnessed doing such, though her actions provoked rage and betrayed hate from the other defenders, the Herald's focus upon her rent such collateral damage about her person that none were able to waylay her rightly, more concerned with the battle at hand.

Eventually, inevitably, the Herald was delayed, faltered, long enough -if just barely- for the girl to escape its gaze and make her mad flight, as far and as fast as she could manage, stopping for nothing till she had left the city entirely.

It would be in the days, weeks and months to come, as she recovered herself, realized what she'd done, and fled from the hostilities of nearly everyone around her, that the girl would come to take up wearing an outfit reminiscent of the hero she had unwittingly slain and a reminder of all else she and her family had lost. She knew from the quivering in her heart that she would never be able to stomach returning to that day, that she would never be able to save or spare that hero, to undo the hate for herself. She knew that, knew that she'd live with it forever, for better or worse. And so, if only though her outfit, she'd honor their sacrifice in her own way.

In the aftermath, her home and family were gone, razed to the ground and crushed, the city flattened beneath the Herald's wrath. With nowhere to go and no-one to turn to, the young madwoman did what she could to discover a new purpose in life. And though it took years, years of resets and mishaps, deaths and hardships, she soon encountered it. A horror. An apocalypse in truth. What she saw in the grim-dark future of Earth Bet, she could not overcome. They were not ready... not as they were, not while weakened by the countless interpersonal wars and grudges of man, not while Heroes and Villains alike played their games, not while the Heralds were left to their own devices to further upend mankind's support structure.

Miko looked upon it all and came to know that she loved humanity more than anything else. Even if they hated her. Even if they killed her over and over. Even if they drove her out and rejected her, she wanted more for them all the same, wanted better for the world. It had taken her all too long, but even her ordeal under Gaia had not destroyed her mind and soul entirely. No, though she was reluctant to ever face the mountain again, much less a Herald at all, her will had been hardened under the pressures of life into a shining diamond of determination. She had become -if not whole- then something more than a pile of shattered glass and psychotic edges. To return was to lose everything. To stay was to lose everything. At least with the former, they would have a chance.

And so, saying farewell to what few loved ones she had, she reset. And reset. And reset. And reset. And reset again. And again...

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And when she finally stopped?

She was back, the wrath of Gaia fading in the distance, her home crumbling all over again like a returning nightmare.

But she turned away from the past... and faced the future with a steeled spine and a mad glint in her eyes.

Something was coming. Something humanity wasn't ready for.

But maybe she could change that...

No matter the cost...

She had to.
Despite her general demeanor, her goals seem righteous-ish enough, so one might have boggled at the very idea of even someone as mad as her joining Writhe and the Seven, unrepentantly vile and murderous monsters in human-ish form. And under normal circumstances, they'd be right to be confused.

Only, Miko -or rather, Yandere- was never one to constrain herself to a single set of options. On the surface, the Seven were a dead end, both strategically and to her own reputation. Well, if her power wasn't what it was. Being that it is what it is, she sees no issue with pursuing even this most depraved of timelines. After all, if it goes to wrong? She can just scrap it.

To be honest, she encountered Writhe by chance more than anything else. She'd not had any plans for her current timeline, but when she got into town and was met with Writhe doing his thing? Well, she was never one to balk at an opportunity. Maybe her standards had been a little higher before, but after her latest round of failures, the urge to seek success in more... niche and controversial areas had arisen within her. And coming face-to-face with the head-honcho of the Seven himself? Well, she just couldn't resist.

Apparently, the feeling was somewhat mutual, though an outsider might be hard-pressed to discern it. For all that Writhe was only content to engage in conversation with her in the midst of visiting hilarious amounts of attempted ultraviolence upon her person, the two managed to have a bizarrely philosophical discussion, and -after a period that was by far longer for Yandere than Writhe- they came to something of an accord, a pact of... relative nonviolence. While it was clear to both that the other was firmly -even psychotically- set in their ways, the urge to see if they were up to the challenge compelled both to join hands in alliance... for the time being.

To Yandere, the monster, Writhe, was an opportunity.

With his power draining, he could be either the nexus upon which she could build a savior of humanity... or a nexus by which all defense and hope would be torn to pieces. She was honestly as interested in picking at his mindset as he was at hers, to see if she can tease out a "redemption" similar to what she underwent in her first full "run" of life. If not, then she sees little wrong with hanging around and finding a way to kill him. Ultimately, she sees him mostly as more trouble than he's worth, so between the options, she'd favor finding a definitive way to end him over managing his entire universe of issues long-term.

At minimum, however, one of her primary goals, in service of humanity, is to protect any people she believes could help. Essentially, she goes around doing her "part" in the Seven by killing people she has determined are problems while sparing assets. She even goes to the trouble of utilizing her "Yandere" persona to choose people she wants to "date" to keep the other Seven off their backs for the most part. Basically claiming them as "hers" to do with as she pleases.

Yandere's "tests" as a member of the Seven tend to be similar and yet inverted to Writhe's. While Writhe actively wants to break people in a complete way, Yandere wants others to show her their strength instead and show their determination. She wants them to rise to the challenge, to prove themselves to be the defenders and saviors humanity will need. Yandere seeks to actively foster the conditions from which heroes shall be tempered and rise stronger and more sure in their convictions than ever before. Of course, this is not to say that her means of doing so can't be cruel and unusual. As she was someone once broken down in every way that matters who rebuilt themselves from the ashes, Yandere's standards for what is "reasonable pressure" tend to be a tad skewed.

Powers/Skills:

Athleticism: Her limits are constrained primarily by her physical ability as a base human. As such, it has served Yandere well where possible to keep up a strict training regimen to push what limits she can. Her manual control of her body means, however, that she can override her muscles' natural limiters and briefly perform shocking feats of ability... at the cost of damage to herself, of course. But in the right circumstances, the trade-off is worth it.
Insane Pain Tolerance/Willpower: Yandere's pain tolerance can best be described as: "Y E S". Due to her horrific Trigger Event and the many many horrible deaths and injuries she has effectively suffered since and had permanently carved into her memory, she will not so much as flinch in the face of full-throttle torture porn levels of horrific brutality being inflicted upon her. She'll be distinctly annoyed at the inconvenience of the injury itself, sure, but it's just another day at the office.
Martial Arts: Anything Goes: While not a proper practitioner per-say, Yandere has committed a vast quantity of hand-to-hand fighting styles to memory. She is the equivalent of a top-tier black belt even without her power informing her muscle memory, and her combat style is in turns highly unpredictable and playful or brutally efficient... and still unpredictable. Sometimes, if she's feeling cute, she'll even memorize her opponents' attacks during the fight and immediately use them in return, just to mess around.
Polylingual: She can speak nearly every language, and those she can't, she appears to learn the basics of within subjective seconds.
Skilled: If it can be learned by a mundane human, she probably knows the basics at a minimum, and can correct any deficiencies in what appears to be an instant. Medical techniques, piloting, gunfighting, tracking, smithing, hunting, building, cooking, parkour, operating high tech machinery and Tinkertech alike. You name it, she can do it. In the case of Tinkertech, it's quite literally just an effective matter of trial and error for her, before she appears to operate or identify it perfectly as far as anyone else is concerned.
Unreadable: Her absolute control of her body language means that when she genuinely wants to deceive someone, it is literally impossible to see through her down to a hormonal level without a straight up truth/lie-detecting power. Technological lie detectors tend to fare no better than a regular person.
Groundhog Day (Thinker/Shaker(?) 12): Yandere's power, which she openly boasts about, is what she claims to be genuine time travel. While proof one way or the other has naturally yet to be obtained, her power at least effectively mimics as though that were the truth. One way or the other, she is either telling the truth, or she is a Thinker of truly absurd proportions. In practice, until proven otherwise, she will be assumed to be the latter for everyone's peace of mind.

Her claim is that anytime she dies -or even anytime she wants, she is thrust back in time up to a full day... and she can keep going with no cap other than the day of her Trigger Event. Her power also gives her perfect recall and muscle memory. What this translates to is that she can retread the exact steps of any and every encounter, retrying any and every hardship or failure until she wins. In essence, she is a monstrously powerful combat Thinker and Precognitive who is always living in the "winning" timeline.

As a result of her perfect recall and muscle memory/control, Yandere is capable of learning nearly any skill or piece of information in what appears to be subjective seconds, even instantaneously. Her effective precognition means she can commit to absolutely insane tactics, before "undoing" the consequences and retaining all the information she has gathered. In effect, there is no system she cannot penetrate, no password she cannot divine, no secret identity too secret or sacred. If she wants to know something, it is literally impossible to stop her from learning it without storing it away off-world/dimension, and even then, you're assumedly only buying time from the inevitable. It can generally be assumed that she will always be aware of the exact limitations and functions of her opponents' powers and be prepared to counter them.

Even were her active powers to be shut down, according to Thinkers, she would retain all the information and skills she has gathered, along with the imbued muscle memory, giving her a comparatively extremely favorable position from which to retreat or otherwise survive until she can regain her power and "undo" the incident.

At present, there are no known methods of evading her power's detection. As her power is proven to be capable of clearly targeting even the Heralds, the vast majority of even highly specialized Strangers are incapable of evading its gaze in turn. Even when she is seemingly otherwise unaware of their location, Yandere has been noted to "fire blindly" and kill or disable potentially troublesome concealed foes without even the slightest amount of notable effort.

She has proven on multiple occasions to be able to accurately predict the location of Herald attacks over a day in advance and narrow down the alternate targets in the case that the original is avoided in response to her prediction. She has also been able to determine the Heralds' specific targets/the purpose of a given attack and the fallout of failing to stop them.
Unrestrainable (Trump/Mover 9): Yandere's power possesses an automatic trigger function, preemptively defending her from any effect that would shut down, weaken or otherwise hinder or negate her access to her power. To be clear, she is not actually immune to said effects like Null Trumps and Masters, but her power effectively ensures she always knows they are coming and allows her to never actually be caught out in a position where they can catch her. This effect triggers against more than just other powers, and it is decisive enough to prevent her from being meaningfully imprisoned, trapped, or disabled by other means, including paralysis or unconsciousness. In the case of the latter, notably sleeping, her power still triggers automatically if she would be put in a situation thereafter from which she couldn't awaken for an unnatural period of time.

Other: Favorite power sets involve time stopping or manipulation. Though, I'm becoming a big fan of speedsters as well.

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"Ah, feels good to be back in the swing of things. Now, where to start...?"

Name: ????

Alias: Writhe, The Seven's Head, The First. 

Nicknames: N/A

Age: Unknown

Gender: Presumed Male

Personality: Writhe is the worst kind of monster; the one that still feigns a humanity it lost long ago. If it weren't for his unnatural, monstrous appearance, wreathed in shadow with tendrils hungering for prey practically trembling in anticipation, his personality wouldn't make you suspect a thing about him. He acts casually in any situation, even when there are others in The Seven who probably want his head. He never gives off anything more than an air of confidence and aura of pure assurance; he knows what he wants to do and how he'll do it, and will never hesitate, merely...Reconfigure his ideas, if something goes out of place, or piques a new interest in him. 

Underneath that cool exterior is a vile creature. His existence, even by his own words, is to cause despair for others, to drive people into the depravity he knows they are capable of; and he wants to be the one to bear witness to it. That twisted desire, paired off with an unnatural charisma, may be what draws deviants to him, and be what allowed him to forge The Six initially. He takes great pleasure in that work, and surprisingly, just as much in seeing himself thwarted, to see the 'good guys' doing their best against his horrifying odds. After all, what good would wickedness be without its opposite to pair with? Dreadfully boring. And bored is the one thing Writhe never wants to be. He can be patient, and tolerate days, months, even years of silence...But inevitably, like a predator that had been caged, only to be abruptly released, he will always pursue his base nature at the earliest convenience. A beast, but with the social graces of the best of humankind. A terrifying combination. 

One thing that interests him beyond his goal are Parahumans at large. Perhaps it is because they wear those cracks of the heart, mind, and soul on their sleeves with their abilities, instead of those who Writhe has had to break himself. Perhaps he can relate to them, knowing they've each got their own little demons, whereas he has become his. Or perhaps it is merely because he understands the potential each Parahuman has; the ability to change the world for the worse. Perhaps it is all of the above. Regardless, he takes special interest in them, evident in how he fights against Powered individuals of all sorts. He...Toys with them. Striking enough to keep them off balance, but taking his time to try and pry into their psyche; to understand them. To break them. Like some kind of deranged Shadow Shrink, he works his way into how they think and act, and then decides what to do from there.

Sometimes he just lets them go; maybe he's decided they're more trouble than they're worth, or he takes enough interest in them to let them see another day, but just doesn't want them with him. On other occasions, he may try and recruit them, preying on their vulnerabilities to find what he needs to say. Others, well...He doesn't like it, but sometimes, they just aren't very interesting. Those ones he disposes of pretty quickly. Just no fun. On the other hand, sometimes he takes an interest in an individual, but can't fit them into his spots; doesn't want them to just walk off, but they can't join him, or won't. In those cases, he just tries to break them until they submit or shatter, both are enjoyable for him either way. Emotionally, physically, even mentally. All fair game to him, and he likes to mix the three together for the best and most interesting results. 

Normal people, civilians, are usually beneath his interest beyond their scope in his 'games' he plays with Capes. Just dull, living their quiet, mundane lives. Not even worth prying into. On occasion, though, he may find an otherwise normal individual that he takes an interest in; sees the spark of potential. Those people, he likes them a lot. It's one thing meeting like-minded individuals...It's another altogether to make one yourself. Those impressionable sorts, who just need a push in the right direction, or a shove into a place of darkness....It's ecstacy to him, making a new member over simply finding them. 

Appearance: No one is certain why he looks the way he does; presumably it has to do with his ability, but even then, it's...Off-putting. Any time he shows up, he always looks like this. A mere shadow of a human being, nearly no discernable features to him. Just those piercing white eyes, the sole feature of an otherwise featureless form. He stands around 5'9, but...It fluctuates, changes with his almost fluid moments, terrifying as they are. His form no longer seems bound by a body in the human sense...Which only adds to his monstrous reputation. 

Then there are the tendrils. Like extensions of himself, tentacles of inky darkness that stretch around him, eager to act...Eager to kill. If his size is left to be questioned, then these are even more puzzling. They seem to reach out from the center of his back, coiling around him; roughly the length of his arm. However, they can go far longer than that, stretching across the length of a street to pursue his targets, dragging them back to despair...

To writhe. 

Biography:

Hotel. Shadows. Money. Boss. Payment. Capes. Incident. Flames. Pain. Words. Pain. Struck. Pain. Pain. Pain....

Then Darkness. 

A flash of images, with feelings that mean nothing now to the thing that is Writhe. Whatever past this man had, it was cast aside the day he became this monster, and he has no intentions of returning...If he ever could to begin with. The first thing Writhe ever did, after all, was kill one of the original four of The Guardians; Shockwave. It was a horrific scene straight from a slasher, the kind of bloodied mess that could only come from a beast with nothing to lose, and nothing to gain. All that left was violent instinct, a desire to life. For what?

......

He didn't care. He would keep living. 

Eventually, he found purpose, not through his own musings, but in what he discovered he was being painted as; the terrifying bogeyman who had killed a member of The Guardians, and thwarted the rest who had tried to contain him. Fooled Guardian, outskilled Amazon, and outmaneuvered Gatecrasher. He was a menace...Perhaps that was something worth being. And so it would be. 

He traveled across the United States. Capes found it impossible to pin the man down; his method of travel was untraceable, and his attacks too unrelated and abrupt. He outthought Thinkers left and right, avoiding capture and always ending up on top. Eventually, attempts to track and contain the thing that was now being dubbed Writhe were ended. They resolved to doing damage control, arriving where he would appear, control the carnage, and try to apprehend him when they could. 

This game of cat-and-mouse was different from the usual stuff of Capes, because this rat bit back. And soon, other vermin flocked...

People just as twisted as he, though perhaps not in the same ways. Still, it gave him an epiphany. His goal to sow fear and raise hell would be made all the easier, and certainly more interesting, with others that wished to join. A sick little family of freaks. How fitting. Thus, the Slaughterhouse Six was born. 

This has gone on for almost twenty years, with the Six (or now, The Seven) getting beaten back, though never without loss of life...And hope. Even their latest defeat in New York, costing Writhe six of his fellow freaks, was not without horrific blowback. One of them, Fallout, could control and emit radiation, and focus it into radioactive bursts of energy. A fun power, and Writhe had big hopes for what would happen when he was pushed too far. He was proven right, since he went nuclear over The Big Apple, leveling most of the city along with himself. Writhe, of course, escape. 

He has been on his lonesome for a time, perhaps giving the world a chance to breath. Just meant he had to raise the stakes even more for their next appearance...And bolster their numbers, of course. 

Powers/Skills:

[DESIGNATION: Stranger 6/Mover 9
/Trump (Brute, Master, potential Thinker)]

Umbral Trespassing: Writhe's ability allows him to traverse in a 'shadow world', which he accesses by slipping into even a small spot where there are shadows to be seen, or where general darkness dominates the area. While in this area, Writhe is impossible to track and immune to nearly any form of assault, and in this area, he can traverse to any other spot where his power would be applicable and emerge there. This travel is not instantaneous, but it is far faster than he could traverse on foot. His high Mover ranking is less towards raw speed and more towards inconceivable levels of mobility. In an area of darkness, he can submerge and emerge nearly anywhere, striking from any possible location, all while practically camouflaged in the shadows, even his bright white eyes strangely remaining unseen in darkness. Writhe has been seen making unorthodox usage of this ability, such as sticking in limbs to strike out at different locations, while staying stationary in another spot, or dragging others into and through the 'shadow world', allowing him to control the locations of enemies and allies. 

The Powers specified in this section are to remain out of the public eye for fear of raising additional concerns about The Seven and Writhe himself. This is also due to some of the Powers spoken of in this section to be speculative, as his skulking nature makes properly understanding his capabilities troublesome. 

Shadow Body: His body seems entirely comprised of a pseudo-amorphous, shadow-like substance. It grants him Brute-level resilience to most conventional forms of offense to a noteworthy degree. Comparable, if not nearly as potent, as Progeny. Energy-based assaults, such as fire, lightning, or pure energy itself seem somewhat more effective, though not perfect. He seems to possess a sensitivity to light, and light-based attacks can cause notable damage to him. Natural sunlight or other forms of non-Powered sources of light, while causing minor pain and perhaps disorientating him, are not effective means of defeating him. 

Unnatural Senses: Writhe possesses the ability to see flawlessly even in pitch darkness, and potentially also has the ability to detect things that are nearby or on top of shadows, as he has shown oddly high awareness in attempts to ambush him, implying some form of extrasensory ability. 

Shadow Tendrils: Emerging from the center of his back, anywhere from two to six dark tentacle-like creations can sprout out, granting him his Master classification; unnatural extensions of himself that are stronger, faster, and tougher than he is, and can stretch out to 30 feet away from his position. However, he has ways to...Ignore this restriction. Apparently, these extensions can utilize his Trespass ability, extending through the 'shadow world' at even higher speeds than they already moved at, reaching out from the darkness to strike at targets. While their normal method of attack seems to be wrapping around the target's limbs to restrict movement, and then drag them off (or bludgeon them across the ground/walls as necessary), they can also act like spears, piercing into individuals and writhing around inside them to unpleasant degrees, effectively tearing them inside out. This is where his name originates...Because it's what he did to Shockwave. 

Power Draining: His aforementioned 'Trump' classification, Parahumans within a currently unknown range of Writhe will began to experience a slow draining of their ability, which is expedited by proximity to Writhe, or God forbid direct contact from him or his tendrils. Eventually, the Power is restored after some time away from Writhe, usually multiple hours, on occasion even days if contact was prolonged. However, this is merely an aspect of the true effect his ability intends to perform...Regardless, he's able to 'flip' this ability on and off as he wishes, so as to ensure he isn't weakening fellow members of The Seven. 

Life Siphoning: Those within his radius, or getting into contact with Writhe, begin to feel weaker, sluggish, feeble...Unwittingly having their very life taken from them. When used on Parahumans, their abilities interrupt this process, essentially interposing between the effect and their life force, at the cost of the ability itself weakening, and eventually failing altogether, rendering them just as vulnerable. While what the power does with this energy is unknown, presumptions from the Think Tank include it being used to extend his life, grant him temporary high-level Brute strength, or even simply as a fuel source for his other abilities. Perhaps all of the above. It is notable that he has never drained an individual to death; whether this is because he cannot, or because it doesn't serve his purposes, remains unknown. As mentioned before, this Power is not permanently on, and in fact, Writhe seems to keep it as a trump card of sorts for particularly troublesome scenarios. 

Silence: Strangely enough, Writhe seems to give off no sounds beyond when he speaks. He cannot be heard breathing, the fall of his footsteps are completely silent to even the most superhuman of hearing, and even when he is struck, there is an odd, awful silence to it. On an equally strange note, he also seems to have no smell to him, either. 

Parahuman Thinker: Given his unnatural 'charisma' and ability to interact with other Parahumans, we have reason to suspect he may possess a Thinker ability orientated around understanding other Parahumans and their abilities. This is entirely unconfirmed from the Think Tank, so it is mere speculation.

Other: The only concrete information the PRT has on Writhe's past is that he is almost certainly a former resident of the USA. Beyond that...He's a disturbingly large blank in history.

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"Ah, so it's going to be one of those days, huh?"

Name: Jennifer Isabelle Mackens

Alias: Wattson

Nicknames: Jen (considers her full name a mouthful)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Personality:
“The Quiet One” in a nutshell. A wallflower that prefers to coast through social situations with only the occasional utterance, merely observing and cataloging the important bits of ongoing conversations. It’s not so much that she’s incapable as she is merely antisocial. While she doesn’t like using it, she is capable of social intrigue. Her thoughtful, cautious nature often tempers her words, carefully tailoring them to achieve her desired results. If she doesn’t care to put on a show, however, she comes across as far more sardonic, noncommittal and snippy. At times, this standoffish visage fades, especially when her curiosity and hunger for knowledge are piqued. She is also prone to being more brutally honest with those she considers friends or -at least- friendly acquaintances. Although raised by a law enforcer, Jen has never fully conformed to such lines of thinking. Though she does define several sharp lines in the sand, her judgment is extremely vigilante-esce, believing that the best way to handle threats is to eliminate them such that “there is not even the possibility of them being a threat again”. Her primary restraint is minding whether she could feasibly get away with doing so without consequences.

While Jen has a sense of morality, it is largely tempered by selfishness. Somewhat disturbingly practical, Jen has no interest in heroics, not in a serious sense. She sees it as a dead-end job, even in the literal sense. If she had her way, she would live a quiet, undisturbed civilian life, using her powers solely for her own gain and to protect her personal interests when the likes of reckless Cape activities decide to rudely intrude. In a sense, Jen treats being a hero like a "punch-clock" job. She's there to get her hours in, do her duty, get her pay and clock out, nothing more and nothing less. Her pride and sense of completionism at least compel her to make an effort to give the most rationally sufficient "service" possible according to her job's standards, but otherwise, she is not really the type to go above and beyond the call of duty unless she has no other option.

That being said, she does make some effort to conceal her "conventionally negative" aspects. She has no interest in antagonizing others for no reason and making unnecessary enemies, and by her reckoning, it's much easier to go with the flow where possible. She will follow orders to the letter -even if not the spirit- and generally makes an effort not to come across as a rebellious teenager. She has no intention of making heroics a lasting career and has every intent of quitting as soon as she's in an advantageous position for it, but there's no good reason to let others know that's the case and broadcast her true feelings. It's much easier to catch flies with honey, after all, and she's certain that pretending to be a good little child soldier will serve to smooth over the path of her near future much more nicely than the alternative.

At some point, one might wonder, is this level of selfishness normal? Perhaps it's a power-induced psychosis, an emotional separation to go with the physical separation. Regardless, Jen seems quite capable of acting in a manner outwardly divorced from her drives when needed. On the job, in costume, she plays something of an aloof detective crossed with surprisingly charismatic speaker. She gives hope to the hearts of the masses through encouraging words and actions, saves lives with a pat on the shoulder and two-fingered salute... and at the same time strives to drive fear into the hearts of villains. For her, it is not enough to defeat them physically, but mentally as well, to destroy them so that they will not choose villainy again. She takes especially harsh action on villains that take hostages, and she has little patience for playing to the tune of her opponents. If a villain makes ransom demands, she'll defy them out of spite.

Appearance: 
Civilian:
A 5'8", 140 lb. charcoal-black-haired, brown-eyed, athletic, caucasian young woman with a lean, conditioned build. Prefers blue jeans and wide variety of dark cotton shirts or hoodies. Typically prefers solid colors and stuff without brand names plastered all over it. She lives in Redline, Maine, which is -to say the least- cold, so she also favors warm jackets, preferably with hoods for when the chill is especially biting. She dresses practical and for comfort. Style is a secondary thought at best, but she has a basic sense of color coordination and so at least doesn't come across as a visual disaster.

In a word, Jen can be described as “average”, the sort of face you can almost lose in a crowd. Her appearance seems to strike no particularly notable extremes at any given moment. While she is certainly athletic and built like a martial artist -if an obviously shapely female one, it’s almost impossible to tell beneath her baggy favored hoodies and jeans. She doesn’t bother to wash her face, but her skin is naturally clear for the most part due to healthy living. Her shoulder-length hair is hardly anything to write home about, seemingly combed to the bare minimum required to be presentable and only washed enough to not appear oily. The most notable thing about her would be her relative lack of smell one way or the other, apparently a result of unscented soaps. In outward demeanor, she is fairly mild; she doesn’t hunch, nor does she walk with her head held high, merely coasting by on the middle ground.
A cyberpunk-themed and (mostly cosmetically) armored bodysuit with glowing accents (that have no functional purpose but to look really damn cool), surprisingly breathable while also being warm and flexible enough to allow a full-range of unhindered movement. Courtesy of Fashionista, it is deceptively durable and generally bulletproof to small arms fire, along with stopping non-Cape-based physical assaults. Granted, the protection against firearms isn't perfect, and getting peppered by them would still leave her winded and likely bruised, despite it warding off penetration and keeping her insides inside. The overall purpose of her costume is to make her able to fake being a Tinker, and it has multiple easily accessed buttons underneath a bit of casing on the forearms. Most of them don't actually do anything, though one of them on each arm is a panic button if pressed in a special sequence. Other functional ones activate headlights of adjustable brightness along the jawline of the suit's helmet. The sides of the helmet have concealed buttons for comms, and the helmet has a "silenced" mode that seals it off aside from some oxygen vents to allow her speech to be carried solely to her comms and not any potential listeners. The helmet can also be switched to "fully sealed" mode for hazardous environments, preserving the inside from outside gasses or liquids. All the technological portions of this costume are completely mundane in nature at Jen's request and can be technically maintained without a Tinker; though Tinker assistance certainly helps with part production.

Beyond that, a pouch at the small of her back has space to contain pepper spray, zip-tie restraints, a small flashlight, a taser, an extendable baton, some first aid utilities and her Wards phone.

Jen currently has a couple requests for upgrades that were unable to be made with Redline's current resources. Said upgrades are in the works and would replace the presently mostly cosmetic armor: a layer of shock-absorbing gel to blunt kinetic energy further, allowing her to whether the physical blows of even some Capes. And actually functional armor that, despite being so slim, is deceptively durable, provides protection equivalent to much thicker armor, and doesn't compromise any of her current costume's flexibility.

Biography:
Raised in a good life, there is no doubt that Jen Mackens was spoiled. She knew it and, more importantly, took advantage of it. To be sure, her life was a mostly average one, middle class at best, but she never really experienced hardship. Or, at least, nothing she would refer to as hardship. Born to the joining of a police officer and a private investigator, Jen grew up exposed to two sides of law enforcement... and wanted nothing to do with them. Oh sure, learning her father's tricks and tips was neat, but they just made it easier to solve daily annoyances. Sure, practicing martial arts for self-defense was only practical and kept her in shape, but it was only a fun hobby. One she was fairly passionate about, sure, but not anything she wanted to dedicate her life to.

Though caring, her mother could be overbearing, her standards high and disappointment in Jen's lack of ambition palpable, but Jen simply chose avoidance in response. School seemed pointless to her. Exposed to her father's often cynical words and worldview, she knew what was actually useful in the real world, that being very little of what she was tested on. Never the sort to enjoy wasting her time, her grades plummeted to just enough to get by rather than excelling, despite her objective intelligence. Scrabbling to decide what to do with her life and trying to look ahead, Jen hit a mental roadblock trying to decide where to invest her energy and where not to, trying to discern a life path that she'd never tire of. Despite pressure from her mother and the encouragement of her father as senior year dawned, Jen found herself completely unmotivated and discouraged. She came to the conclusion to settle for what she might already be good at, martial arts and potentially following her father's footsteps... to her mother’s chagrin.

Tensions were rising until, suddenly, they were cut down for a tension of an entirely different kind. Her mother had disappeared on the job. That was apparent after she didn't come home for a whole week. By the third day, Jen's father was already engaging in his own investigation, and by the fifth, Jen had managed to wring shocking answers from him. As it turned out, her mother was a Cape, a hero outside her normal work, and Jen was far from enthused. Already, she had developed a certain level of disdain for "costumed crusaders", seeing them as net drains on society, whether heroic or villainous. It wasn't necessarily that she cared about society itself, however, as she merely did how much Cape activities might impact her simple life.

Apparently, her mother had been investigating some sort of smuggling ring when she disappeared. While that hadn't actually been conveyed to her father, he had managed to figure it out on his own. One part of Jen wanted to help with her father's investigation. A part of her that loved both parents, regardless of any tensions, wanted to do her part to make sure everyone was okay. A crueler, spiteful part of her that hated being deceived briefly considered that this was as much as her mother deserved for her hypocrisy, for engaging in such a profession and expecting anything but an unfortunate end.

But it was the practical part of her that eventually convinced Jen to disregard emotional drives and approach the situation with realistic cynicism, and as such, she decided to leave well enough alone, to leave it to the professional that was her father and get on with her life. If the situation was really serious, surely the Guardians could be called in. Jen was just a schoolgirl, a normal person in a world of titans. There was no rational place for her in getting involved with something that was too dangerous for a Cape like her mother. So, she would get on with her life, hope for the best and be ready for the worst. It wasn't her business.

As someone surely sensible once said, "she missed the part where it was her problem".

And so proceeded a series of very unfortunate events

Heart stoked with a truly deep and abiding hatred she'd never experienced before, Jen would use her then hospitalized father's teachings and her new powers to go on a one-woman crusade against the criminal organization, ruthlessly brutalizing them and their operations, not for justice but personal vengeance. The capes, in particular, were disappeared, never to be heard from again. While the nature of her power ensured that actual proof of her involvement was pretty much impossible to acquire, reasonable detective work in regard to the incident would see Jen eventually meeting Director Fukuda. Jen, of course, played coy without relent, admitting to nothing, but in being effectively "outed" by the government, she wasn't in a good position to refuse their recruitment "offer". And while she couldn't technically be threatened with actionable legalities, she knew the PRT could ensure her life was a lot more difficult... and potentially find something they could actually hold over her if she put them in a position to dig further.

With her father made aware of the danger their family was potentially in, even with the destruction and overall dismantling of the organization responsible by Jen and the PRT follow-up, that would be the final nail in the coffin to Jen's enrollment in the Wards.

Powers/Skills:
Athleticism: She is a highly athletic and agile individual with abundant stamina for extended movement/running/fighting.
High Pain Tolerance/Willpower: She's learned to handle pain and aching muscles while taking fairly brutal martial arts, and gaining powers has only been a wake-up call to push herself to the edge time and again just in case. As long as she isn't entirely incapacitated, it's likely that she'll try to keep fighting.
Martial Arts: Muay Thai: Even before becoming a cape, she took martial arts and reached a level where she could actually put what she knew into practice beyond spars. Her style is a brutal boxing one using knees and elbows as much as fists and feet, but she's been known to "ad lib" things or forgo form entirely to be more unpredictable. This gives her a certain awareness of where it's safe to strike the human body to incapacitate foes relatively harmlessly... or where she needs to aim to do the most damage.
Swimming: Can swim pretty well, good enough to handle towing someone with her.
Out of Phase (Breaker 9/Stranger 7/Striker 5/Trump 2/Mover 2/Brute 1): Jen's power is selective tangibility that moves her into what she perceives as a parallel "world", completely identical to the real one but empty of life. Her power is always active to some degree, leaving her ever so slightly "out of phase" with the world, despite her appearing completely normal to mundane means and senses. As a result of being "dimensionally divergent", she is immune to effects that would alter the level of "Shard energy" flowing through her to alter, neutralize or supplement her present powerset, whether positive or negative, and her mind is always fully out of phase, leaving her immune to abilities that would directly manipulate her mind or control of her body. Thinker powers tend to be unreliable when targeting her.

Beyond her passive state, she can actively push her dimensional divergence further, resulting in varying physical tangibility until she chooses to adjust the degree or undo it. By default, she phases away from everything that she doesn't consider "her" or that she isn’t wearing or carrying, resulting in her becoming completely undetectable and intangible due to not actually physically remaining in her "world", shedding most outside power effects currently lingering upon her. In her phased state, she doesn't need oxygen, food or water, and she has an altered sense of gravity, allowing her to move like she's in space. While phased, she experiences the world as if through a watery filter, the normal world perfectly perceptible to her even if it would otherwise not be, and despite being able to still perceive the world, she is not vulnerable to indirect harm, like blinding lights or deafening sounds, all such things muted by the watery "filter".

Controlling the degree of her tangibility, Jen can choose what aspects of herself remain in interaction with the world and can alter them on the fly. For example, she can allow herself to be heard even without allowing herself to be detected by other senses. She can allow herself to be seen and yet remain intangible. She can attack and physically interact with the world while otherwise remaining undetectable. However, this selective tangibility is "all or nothing" in a sense. While Jen can choose which aspects of herself interact with the world, those aspects she allows are fully vulnerable in return. If she wants to be seen, that means allowing light to hit her, which means being vulnerable to flashbangs. If she wants to strike someone or otherwise physically move something, her entire body will in turn be vulnerable to kinetic harm in general, even if she is otherwise undetectable. While she can choose what she is affected by, those choices apply to her whole body, not just individual parts of it. As such, on an offense level, she cannot, for example, partially phase through the surface of a target, living or not, and strike the interior alone, disregarding the exterior/armor/skin/etc.

There is a small caveat to this "all or nothing" selectiveness in that, by default, her power doesn't phase her through the surface she is grounded on unless she chooses to, and she is capable of walking -or climbing- on normally harmful surfaces while phased without being threatened by them, despite the pseudo-physical contact.

Jen cannot bring other living beings with her into her phased state, and even nonliving targets have limits. If it individually has a greater weight than her own body, she can't bring it; though she can still bring multiple items that altogether surpass that range, so long as they each individually fall below it. That being said, what Jen's power considers to be "wearing or carrying" in terms of her possession is rather lenient. So long as Jen can physically take hold of a target, whether or not it is being worn or carried by someone else, she can then phase away with what she has grabbed, stealing it from the original owner. In this way, she is able to easily disarm opponents or otherwise render them unarmored, presuming her target is within her weight limit. Jen's phased state/realm doesn't allow her to use it like a makeshift "storage", it should be noted, as anything that leaves her personal space/possession while she is phased immediately becomes unphased again.
Threat Sense (Thinker 2): Any time Jen would be endangered in her immediate future (that is, the next 1-2 seconds), she is immediately aware that she will be in the form of a buzzing sensation. She has no prescient awareness of exactly what the danger will be, only that she, personally, in her present state, will be endangered by it. On its own, this power is fairly useless, but for Jen, it allows her enough time to fully enter her Breaker state to avoid threats. At the same time, it can act as an early warning that removing the protection of her Breaker state in a particular area will be a danger to her. This power does account for degree of threat, however, and the buzzing sensation will intensify based on how trivial or life-threatening the impending threat is.

Other: My favorite power sets involve time stopping or manipulation. Though speedsters are pretty sweet as well.

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Name: Luna Chambers

Alias: Artemisia

Nicknames: Lunie (parents only), “Scars” (when she was a part of the Mutants/gang), Lulu (the only one she’d maybe eventually accept from other people these days who aren’t her parents)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Personality: A person who usually says what she wants to without reservation, the sort of blunt-type and straightforward personality in the sense of not seeing any point in sugar-coating things when she feels like something needs to be or should be said/done. In that sense, she is a girl of action. She less enjoys the ‘usual girly type of stuff’ in favor of more physical activities and exercise and video games and so forth, though learning how to brush and even tie her hair up in a bun is something she’s picked up on (among a few small things) from a practicality standpoint over the last few years. At the same time, however, she isn’t the type to be so blunt about certain matters like trigger events and similar traumas. Even suffering from violence and gangs and poverty and so forth is something of a spot she’s definitely softer and more understanding about. 

At the same time, she also has a certain bone to pick when it comes to her former gang. Guilt. Anger. Sadness. Frustration. It's hard to nail down her exact feelings. What she has made known is that she’s more than happy to help clean up the mess and their boss and such ilk off of the streets, perhaps one day once and for all. She wants to make things truly better for the world this time, unlike what she thought would help her do so before, and she’s dedicated herself to that ideal and goal both when it comes to the Mutants and other such things out there. At the same time, however, when it comes to her past she has likewise mixed emotions talking about it. Talking about how it was a mistake, and showing herself as proof of it among other things? Yes. Talking about the details of her trigger with other people, or other more complicated matters tied to it? No. These matters regarding her past are….much more touchy for her.  

Whilst she had put years of work into her own self-control, not having been overly violent back when she was part of a gang, she has worked over the last few years to try to stem her more violent side as well. When angered enough she especially struggles with this, and it is something she has come to rather hate about herself. Not that she entirely loves herself in general otherwise.

Appearance: 

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Biography:

It was Redline, but it was also her home. Heck, the impoverished area she lived in in particular was home to a number of people both normal or turned parahuman due to the events of their own lives. Gangs, the sound of police sirens, drugs, and the like were normalized to her from the moment she was born. Even so, her parents wished for her to find a better life beyond the neighborhood and area of the city she was born in…grow up better and live better than they’d ever had it in their own lives. She was sent to a decent public school in the city and outside of her neighborhood to learn, her parents scrounging enough money to help her get bus or other fare to get there. Anything in order to gun for the best possible future...albeit this came with its own pressures and more so expectations despite their intentions. 

Yet life as it was where she lived was a reality she also had to live with, and in her particular neighborhood a certain gang would end up taking over during the early years of her youth: The Mutants. A smaller group of parahumans, bitter with the world they lived in and treatment of non-Hero parahumans and so forth, whose message and propaganda would find some ground among the children of her area. Including herself. Things such as: "Society won't accept anyone who isn't a slave of the ‘hero’ system", "We gotta make ourselves known to the world, even if it hurts em' all to do so", "Screw mundanes, those worthless sheep. Thinking they are better than us! They're right to fear us! We're better than them", "Let's take what society owes us, and rebuild everything from scratch", etc. Or whatever other kind of rhetoric they sought to use. The kind of things that people at the bottom, those most disenfranchised by the world, parahumans living in poverty, and so forth might be drawn to like moths to an alluring but red-hot flame.

But few would get the chance to survive learning that this very same flame would just as happily consume them as well. Violence. Death. Servitude. The Mutants claimed to keep the area safe from the 'mundy gangs' by making where a number of parahumans lived in her area into 'their territory' and 'a place where parahumans can be free of society's crap'. Yet it was no different than the other gangs out there. Drugs. Extortion of 'protection fees' from those living around. Stealing from wealthy stores or other places. Girls and women forced into certain ‘jobs’. Fighting with other gangs, peddling their ideology, and frankly trying to drive out and keep out both police and heroes alongside any other forms of authority other than themselves. It was just an old lie used by such groups, but this time with a new flavor, yet to many impoverished parahumans and non-parahumans left as the worst off they were convinced of a seeming hope of rising the gang's ranks and changing the world. In becoming something, someone, more. In making anything better. 

Whilst there were also the inherent unsavory types that would naturally be drawn to such an organization as well, this dream they were being sold would help to grow the numbers of and replenish numbers within the gang. Yet even then the gang had a mixed reception at best within this part of ‘their turf’, and locals in her area regarded or interacted with the gang in a mixed manner. Some had siblings or parents or relatives in it, some merely turned an eye on them to avoid trouble, and others outright rejected them as just another violent group trying to exploit them with false promises and ‘beating the system’ or whatever the case was. Yet even amidst the mixed reception, Luna and her friends seemed to want to join and would do so. Promises of better money to help their parents, glory, whatever it was in the end that drew them in ultimately did so in effect. 

From here, they would start off small and rather young. Carrying something to another member’s house to avoid suspicion. Petty theft. Pickpocketing. Mentoring and coaching from any surviving older members would seek to groom them into future gang initiates as they served them, preparing them and so forth. Indeed, it would begin to pull them in as they joined up and started off small. Then it was transporting small amounts of drugs to kids at school. Learning how to sneak in and out contraband from places, how to hide money and such things, etc. Luna herself still went to school and so forth as her parents wanted at the same time, often this being used to make her a way to convey substances or such to her school more so over time. At the same time she wanted to keep her parents happy, but caught in between two worlds she was becoming something much worse than they had hoped. But she coasted along with things, holding desperately to the warped perspective and idea that both worlds were necessary, and that she could resolve things one day. 

By the time she turned fourteen, however, she was involved in gang activities on a wider and more violent scale, from fights to smuggling to whatever she was assigned to. Her parents were despairing about her future and their expectations for her, she’d lost at least two friends to the violence, and the gang had its expectations for her being pushed harder and harder alongside this as well. Then came the day she and some of her surviving non-parahuman peers who had aspirations to rise up the ranks were told they would be ‘tested’, all to see if any of them would be able to reach the upper levels of the gang’s hierarchy. Not many if any such candidates came back from these ‘tests’, that much they silently knew already, but those who had come out into the gang’s upper crust and had gotten past it seemed to be that much stronger, tougher, and the like. They lasted a lot longer than any lower commanders had, and rumor had it they all came out of it as parahumans themselves. 

And then the moment came. After arriving at the place, they were pushed inside and told to wait in the front room before they’d be brought back for the ‘test’. It was also here that a passing hooded man came to look her over, taking special note of her before he left…and accidentally dropped a hastily-folded paper as he left as well. Seemingly a messenger from the higher-ups, from what she knew, she couldn’t help but grab up the message and take a look at it as her time for the ‘test’ came closer and closer. Indeed, by this point her peers had been called back one by one before she’d finally been left alone in the room. 

However…

Right after Luna finished reading the letter, the doors to the ‘test’ room burst open and an imposing man with a loaded glock in hand stepped out this time. The look in his eyes, the blood that was not his own that was staining his upper torso, the finger he had on the trigger of the gun, it all spoke silent but untold volumes of what was going to happen next. Violence. Immediate and imminent violence. The hooded man also stepped back in as well, and upon seeing her with the paper he froze in place stunned. 

An utter identity crisis occurred at that time within Luna. 

Who was she, really? What was she? She had coasted along with the gang as best she could, put on her best performance for her parents and local gang captains alike, but in the end she couldn’t do either. Was she just some punk kid who knew how to do crime? An idiot who had tried to live two lives, but couldn't be fully honest with either and had failed at both? In the heat of that moment her warped reality and the illusions of her own self were irreparably and wholly shattered. 

She triggered.

…once taken into PRT custody, and investigations into the initial incident were finished, Luna and her family were rapidly taken and relocated to a secure PRT site far away from Redline. Safe to say, however, this change was to be the greatest one of her life thus far. Due to her age, she could not be thrown into some kind of parahuman detention facility and was instead kept with her parents at this PRT site and under constant observation and tight guard. Likewise, her parents were initially fearful to even be in the same room as her. It was enough to keep her in a relatively dark place at first, though…a couple of visitors would soon make their faces known by visiting her. 

Moving forward she was most often visited by the cape known as “Glacier”, member of the Redline hero group known as the Elementals who had been the one to escort her off the scene after her trigger event. Despite his being rather intimidating at first, and his cold demeanor and very blunt disposition each not helping the matter, he was also the only one that seemed to want to talk to ‘her’. Not trying to pry out information from her, not afraid to be in the same room as her, it was a small light when she was at the lowest point in her life in those first months. Indeed, as time went on the ‘chilling’ cape’s visits, and less common visits from Hephaestus himself also thrown into the mix, would see her begin to improve in her demeanor some more. In her own words about it all, as said years later: “He [Glacier] was a hardass from Day One, and honestly I had no idea why he’d ever come see or talk to a stupid punk like me. But he just kept it up, even when I was silent and didn’t respond or even care, and eventually it kinda clicked in my head…that’s just how he is. Social skills of a dead rat, heh, but he meant every little corny-ass bit of what he was saying to me.

Almost no one else wanted to even get close to me back then, even with plenty of guards around and armed and ready to send my brains onto the wall, at least at first. Not that I really blamed em’ for doing so..but in the end I ended up talkin’ to the guy eventually. I even talked some to old man Heph later on.”

It would take a long time to work toward it, but once she began to open up more she would eventually make contact again with her parents. Not that it would be an easy process. She would likewise eventually start talking to the PRT therapists and such, even if bit by bit. In time a legal bargain long-term was offered to her, giving information on the Mutants in return for leniency and other things, and this offer would be accepted by her after some consideration. It ensured her some kind of future, even one she frankly felt was less-than-deserved by a longshot, as well her information leading to a good number of arrests and successes against the Mutants back in Redline. But if there was one thing she knew for sure…no, this wasn’t going to be the end. That much the cape did get across to her at the very least. But the deal, and helping against the Mutants with that information, was at least a first step in her mind. 

Even so, her containment was maintained still due to her legal status and so forth as determined by the courts and the PRT itself. Yet despite this certain restrictions would be relaxed, mostly over the long-term for good behavior and after proper approvals were made, over the course of the next three years. One part of these boons she acquired was use of a prepared ‘practice room’ arranged for her training, exercise, and so forth, which seemed to help her relax more as well as gave the PRT further insight into her capabilities and potential countermeasures against her to boot. There was even at times Glacier’s participation (even Hephaestus’ own participation distinctly much more rarely in such cases) that would be allowed in this room for limited ‘sparring’ matches or other approved tests under proper and full PRT supervision. She likewise would receive further education, helping her to catch up properly to her peers in terms of ‘getting an education’ as well.

For the first time in her life, she was being nothing but ‘herself’ and felt like it for the first time in a long time. Or perhaps, rather, she was realizing it all for the first time as well. 

With the long-term maintenance of generally-good behavior during her time under PRT custody, and accepting the legal bargain, her prospects were noticeably improved. Yet it also took three long, arduous, and hard-fought years of progress for her to get to such a better spot. No small amount of effort required…and a constant reminder of her situation each and every day she woke up and got out of bed. Guards still around, containment still in place, sleeping and living out of a transparent reinforced containment cell at all times, and even having an ankle bracelet attached to her as a redundancy measure. Etc. At the same time, however, things had gotten better in other ways. Her parents talked to her again. She had at least two capes, Glacier (mostly) and ‘old man Heph’ (to a lesser extent) who interacted with her. She even had room to move and learn and try to make herself into something better to boot, but something that was all ‘her’ this time, and she would work hard toward that end indeed. 

Yet a few months ago things would begin to oddly change once more. Notable at first was the sudden disappearance of Glacier and Hephaestus with the formation of the Redline Guardians in Redline itself a few months ago. Then came the presentation of future options for her, among which was a new and current offer for the time being to join the Wards Initiative. It would get her back out in the world again, even if back into Redline, but it wasn’t as if she’d simply be walking in the front doors of the place either on her first day. No, even after she ended up accepting the offer on her end certain measures would be needed regarding her there due to both her ‘legal/criminal status’ and certain local matters regarding her and the Muants back in Redline proper. 

Power: 

{{Classification: Changer (Can’t Think Of A Designation Number For This Classification Or Such RIP)}}

Changer Form: A slender, smooth, curvaceous, beautiful she-devil/succubus that is deceptively pleasing to the eye indeed. Exotic as well, even having an exotic-colored very deep blue skin color, jet black hair, and black-colored eyes with bloody-crimson-red-colored pupils in them. This form is distinctly dangerous, however.

Instead of fingernails at the tip of each finger, each finger transforms into a tough and razor-sharp claw on the end. Same at the end of each toe instead of toenails. Likewise has a long, slim, deceptively very sharp, and whiplike tail with a finely well-tapered point on the end. Also has a singular upward-pointing or forward-pointing pair of usable horns. Teeth are also sharp and capable of rending flesh just as easily.

Due to the Fang transform, however, these aspects of her Changer form undergo a unique effect. When she enters her Changer form, these 'natural weapons' start off in a weaker state. While her other abilities are still active and unchanging after the initial shift is over, though, once in a combative setting her natural weapons and fighting instincts hone in and sharpen up over the course of a battle. In other words, these aspects of her Changer form start off weaker, but grow exponentially threatening quickly as they change, develop, and literally sharpen and become more and more potent over the course of a fight. This means in a shorter battle she is still useful, but she's even more vicious and far more dangerous in a longer drawn-out conflict.
This form has incredible if not unbelievable mobility, basically able to overcome anything in terms of mobility save for outright flying. No surface is too hard to cross at all for her, whether it be skittering/climbing up walls rapidly, leaping between surfaces or airborne objects or positions rapidly, or so forth. 

She is likewise faster and nimbler and quicker than any natural human, at least, outside of those Parahumans with the sort of enhanced perception and speed/reaction time powers/skills who could keep up. It is good to note she isn't "The Flash", though, or some kind of superhuman mega/super-speedster or such.
Has skin that, akin to a cuttlefish or octopus or such, can rapidly ripple to change color, texture, and to some lesser extent/degree shape and rigidity, in order to have active camo going that can be kept up to blend in with the environment best. 

Allows for abrasive surfaces on the body that can be weaponized, sharpened points instead of nails or claws that are made rigid and can pierce or slice like talons.Can also use this for things like making the skin rough/coarse/sharper using this as well alongside the rippling change in texture, basically making it grazing or cutting or even worse against people without enhanced durability on contact….especially when combined with higher speeds she can move at and the force that comes with that. Can further use this to reinforce/enforce the skin to add some increased toughness/durability, or do things like make the skin incredibly slick (causing attacks to slide off, getting into hard-to-reach places, etc to that end).
Has no scent, and her skin fully hides her thermal signature/body heat so she doesn't show up on infrared camera/infrared imaging/thermal or infrared sensors.
Has some increased durability compared to normal humans due to the Fang Transform, but mostly just sees an increase in lethality potential from it.

Changer Skin(s): Deep x Finesse

Deep: Non-identity, in the ill-defined or incorrect self images.  Includes abstract dreams or notions of who they are, clinging to warped perspective, or coasting through life letting a clique decide Self. 

Deep skins are stealthy, with a variety of subtler ‘tricks’.  Misleading or subdued appearances.

Finesse: Expectations, art, aesthetic, grace, and performances.  Abstract desires, dreams, greed. 

Finesse skins emphasize speed and dexterity, and tend to be slender and aesthetically pleasing.
Changer Transformation: Fang

Change happens as part of a fight and/or grants form focused on natural weapons.  Triggers involve I.D. crisis from imminent danger.

Skills: 

Fighting/Combat - Having spent years in a gang, and with the evidence of her own myriad scars, she’s seen an amount of battle indeed. Cops, other gangs, other parahumans, she’s been put through the gambit and survived. From her experience, mentoring in the gang, and so forth, she’s a generally pretty competent and seasoned fighter and combatant from the hardest parts of Redline. Hand to hand, the use of knives and improvised weapons, and even firearms are all very familiar to her within the realm of fighting and combat.   

At the same time she isn’t like some 50 year old martial arts master, or professional soldier returned from a war, and there is definitely always room for improvement. However, her skills here are entirely practical, mentored, and honed from years of experience.
Exercise/Parkour - Had she managed to avoid joining a gang, she might have very well opened a gym or parkour-running group of her own one day. This is the phrase to best summarize her dedication and skills regarding this area, which has even included boxing and punching bags used for exercise purposes on the side. It’s also her favorite go-to for ‘venting some steam’ and stress-relief purposes. She is no bodybuilder or such, nor planning to ever be one, but in the practical sense it is all something she’s very good at personally and makes well-practiced and good use of.
First Aid - A skill she gained minimal practical knowledge from her time spent in the gang, but got formal training on in the last three years as well at her eventual request. Combined this has made her generally pretty competent in this area of things, both educationally and practically alike.
Sneaking/Stealth - Smuggling contraband past security, moving about as quietly as possible, hiding from notice when being hunted down, sneaking up on people, kidnapping, petty and major theft, pickpocketing, and even kidnapping are things that she’s gained years of experience in and involvement/mentoring with from within the Mutants prior…things that she can apply even now as a Ward at least. Not things she’s proud of, but has determined to continue to hone and make use of for the purpose of good as a Ward as well. Mostly involved in how this works on the street level, though the extent of said skills brings into question just how much she was actually involved with and ended up doing during her gang years indeed…
Her body is very well-built, but not overly bodybuilt or such, and is very solid and hardy in both terms of strength, pain tolerance, and stamina.

Other:

Spicy food, Thai food, Japanese, and Chinese-American foods are among her very favorites to eat. Picked up learning a few small words in Chinese alongside it from some of the local eateries to boot. She even knows how to use chopsticks after years of being self-taught and being given pointers here and there at the places she’s been to eat.
Height = 5’10”/177.8cm
Does not know how to pick a lock to save her life.
Owns a simple but beautiful snowflake pendant she often wears. A gift from someone Glacier in the past, perhaps?

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-Secondary File Search Completed-

-PRT Authentication Recognized: Welcome Back, Director Fukada-

-Now Accessing Search Reults from PRT File [REDACTED] Regarding Subject #074 - “Chambers, Luna”-

A Changer was likewise found at the scene, or “Subject #074”, sitting in the room where it has been ascertained that the Mutants once tortured people to try to induce trigger events artificially. She was unresponsive to most, and few were willing to approach with a severed head sitting next to her, but she easily stood up and came along just as quietly when the known Redline cape known as “Glacier” told her to come along with him. 

Next most importantly, a letter addressing [REDACTED] from Stone was later identified as one of the victims at the scene. As a right-hand-man of upper management of the Mutants and Stone himself, we theorize [REDACTED] was present at the building to collect any ‘successful’ subjects as indicated by a letter found at the scene, or rather in this case a singular predicted success case. 

The letter read as follows-

"T, 

Message received. Be sure to handle this batch more professionally; I've tolerated your vices for now, but I need results, not broken goods. If you fail to deliver, I can ensure much worse than payment docking. This goes doubly so after your recent follies, and even moreso given your 'hunch' of something quality among this group. If they prove to be as invaluable as you believe, you are to take them directly to me after the process, and I will know if you did anything unnecessary. 

Additionally, dispose of the rejects in a more clean manner than previously; The Elementals have picked up a trail, and I'm sure we both understand what that means for our operations. I pray I need not make myself any clearer. I look forward to your success, and prepare myself for your potential failure. Do not disappoint. 

S."

It seems theories about [REDACTED]’s power as a Thinker were close to the mark. He would have visions of people who would trigger, but they were likely vague in nature for the most part. Limited in scope. But with his personal involvement, and this letter, it confirms that he could narrow down specific individuals using his power at times. He was not able to entirely realize the specifics of what would happen, however, but it seems general information or conditions involved in it could be predicted potentially as well.

In this particular case, Stone himself seems to have had a vested interest in the subject and wanted [REDACTED] to bring her to him once she was ‘finished’ becoming a parahuman. What [REDACTED] saw to cause such a reaction is unclear, and further evidence is unavailable. However, it seems [REDACTED] did not foresee being in the middle of the predicted violent outburst that occurred once the subject triggered.

[When] the Changer discovered at the scene transformed back eventually, roughly [REDACTED] later after initial confinement at [REDACTED], over the course of the next three days name and identity were able to be ascertained as the subject seemed to stir back into a responsive state. Initial struggles to get the subject to respond to initial questioning was evident, and initial psychoanalysis suggests that trigger-related trauma has left the subject in a state. Hence caution was taken in approaching the subject, though due to time and situational constraints had to be pushed for other reasons. 

Upon acquisition of Subject #074’s testimony and evidence from the scene, she and her two parents have been thusly moved into PRT custody. In particular the security concerns regarding the subject led to the transfer being redirected from [REDACTED] to [REDACTED] in [REDACTED] for observation and subject containment due to the subject’s younger age. Such has also been done for protection, moving them far from Redline itself after PRT agents got word of a direct hit called out on the subject by the Mutants leadership shortly after the events of that day. 

Further, after the subject became responsive enough to questioning some time after initial containment, we were able to get a testimonial of the events from her.  According to her personal account of what happened after she triggered, as recorded by [REDACTED]:

“[It was] like all [she] could see was red. Bloody red. [She] could still remember the sound of gunshots, screams, cries, everything. [She] had been a fool, some [censored] idiot who had no idea who she was or where she was going and acted on the one thing [she] wanted most of all in that moment after triggering and transforming: Not to die. Not to become another blood smear on the armed guard sent to bring [her] in. 

Because [she] wasn’t going to die…they were. It was one or the other. That’s what it felt like at the time.

By the time [she] came back to [herself], it was all over….limbs, bodies, everything splayed out all over the floors and on the ground. Hell, some of it on the walls and ceiling. A [censored] mess, but in the end [she] was finally safe…and then just sat down in the middle of it all and zoned out until suddenly someone else [she] didn’t know was there requesting [her] to come along.”

It would be confirmed there were no survivors who managed to flee the scene, present there or called in otherwise, though an attempt to run away by some was made according to ‘evidence’ found outside the building by arriving PRT forces, police, and accompanying members of the Elementals.

Once the subject transformed back eventually, name and identity were able to be ascertained and the subject’s family were rapidly taken into custody as well. Medical treatment was also applied at such a time as well for the subject for a number of minor injuries sustained prior to the event. 

In accordance with PRT policy [REDACTED], the subject and her family have been thusly moved to Site [REDACTED] in [REDACTED] at [REDACTED] for observation and subject containment due to the subject’s younger age. Such has also been done for protection, moving them far from Redline itself after PRT agents got word of a direct hit called out on the subject by the Mutants leadership shortly after the events of that day. 

Subject Recommendations

It is recommended the subject be kept in confinement for the foreseeable future, despite exhibiting initial cooperation thus far since her initial containment, and placed under strict observation and guard at her current location. Threat level of the subject has been determined to be and designated as: [REDACTED], and thus the proper security measures and caution should be used in accordance with PRT guidelines. Further interrogation of the parents for further information on the subject is recommended in turn, alongside careful examination of the subject by PRT psychological staff at said location to determine any further potential risks. 

This ends the primary short-term list of recommendations. 

Long term recommendations for the subject are as follows:

Should the subject maintain a cooperative manner with the PRT, it is recommended to further interrogate the subject regarding Mutants activities in Redline with the usual package of legal leniency in return for valuable enough information from the subject. Knowledge of Mutants activities in this area of Redline has been scarce in recent years, and could result in further advancement of anti-gang activities in the area. 

Should the subject cease cooperation or prove a threat, guidelines for her designated threat level. If such persists, potential detention at [REDACTED] upon reaching an older age is recommended strongly. 

However, a further request was made at the time of writing this report. Glacier, the cape who escorted the subject off of the scene, has requested visitation with the subject in the future. After review of the request, this has been given tentative primary approval and will be sent to [REDACTED] for a more long-term consideration at the persistence of Glacier in turn. History with such visitation requests should be considered, however, and thus with this weighted against the subject further this request for long-term visitations is recommended for secondary approval in turn.”

-END OF RESULTS-

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"Sometimes, the stars gaze back."

Name: Alman Kastrati

Alias: Astromancer

Nicknames: Alms

Age: 17

Gender: A boi

Personality: Alman has a generally pleasant demeanor, and seems to be "chill" most of the time. He is noted to be highly enamored by ‘cute, fluffy animals’, and possesses a keen sense of intuition of trustworthiness. Alman is pretty protective of those folks he happens to like, though those that he had a bad experience of could expect to be suddenly abandoned in the middle of a fight. 

Aside from that, Alman is incredibly petty. Ruin his day, or his property? He’ll do the same, but he’ll try to make it a bit worse for whoever pissed on his parade. He is pretty much the embodiment of karma in this regard; actions will come back around, so better be nice to the guy, or else you’ll find yourself randomly inconvenienced by small, but infuriating things. Rule of thumb with Alman, then, is that he always returns to sender.

Appearance:
Alman is 5’3” in height, with markedly Caucasian features, though he gravitates to the somewhat tanner side. His pupils are amber in color, accompanied by black framed glasses. Those glasses are auto-darkening, and react accordingly whenever he summons stars. His clothing choices usually gravitate around cloaks and other comfortable, flowing garments. Apparently, he sees it as ‘liberating’. 

As a Cape, he uses a suit that is shielded from the effects of his own stars, such as bright flashes and radiation. The cape on his back has a star pattern on it, which seamlessly blends into the starry sky at night. The vital areas are covered by protective kevlar, while a high grade helmet with a wide visor keeps his head safe. Overall, it is quite comfortable to be in, just as he prefers all clothes to be. It is not the most mobile of outfits, but it serves its purpose.

Biography: Alman wasn’t from Redline originally. Nor was he originally a citizen of the United States, either. His earliest memories, at least as far as he is willing to admit, traces back to their apartment in the city of Pristina, Kosovo, as the firstborn son of Selim and Jelena Kastrati.

Either way, Alman doesn’t remember all too much of his home country, as his family left it when he was five years old due to the highly volatile situation that it was in. They first arrived in New York City, and then moved up further north into Maine, where they finally settled down, somewhat. Now, they faced a whole new world.

As a child, he had the dream of becoming an astronaut, and reaching out towards the stars. Every night, he would look through the telescope, thinking of impossible dreams as typical for someone of such a young age. He knew every famous star and constellation, recognizing them as they shone in the night sky. Alman had quite a few difficulties with the English language, and was as such bullied for it in school, though that was simply the first reason. Other causes arose, namely because of his lack of aptitude for sports, and other generic reasons.  He was passive though, and simply took it without telling anyone else, as he knew he couldn't fight back against the likes of them. Not like this. He would just get beaten even more. To make matters worse, his mother had been feeling unwell a lot of the time, but she always said that it was just her getting tired at work, which just made Alman worry to the point of being nearly physically sick. It seemed that the sorry state of everything was going to stay that way for a very long time.

One day, however, everything changed. Alman' mother had fallen ill. All those headaches weren’t just from the stress of work; it was a brain tumour. Alas, they didn't have the money to pay for the medication/medical bills to aid with her situation. She was, in all respects, dying.

In desperation, Alman’ father and uncle went to a dangerous, but deceptively friendly connection. They did not know what price they might pay in the process of getting the funds they required, but surely any sacrifice was worth it, if only her life was saved? By this point, Alman’ mother’s cancer was close to getting to a terminal stage, and there was little time left before it would begin to be difficult to dislodge. 

That connection that they went to, it turned out, was a group for organized crime, who had them meet outside at night, where the Milky Way itself was visible in the sky. They were apparently willing to provide the money that the Kastratis needed, if only they would do something in return. That something, however, was heinous in its nature. Murderous, even. The boss wanted someone dead, and the assassination was their price. Alman father and uncle balked at this. They had expected something that would involve them and themselves alone, but it now seemed that this would be a life for a life. Now that they know who was the target, though, they cannot leave. Not until they say yes to the deal. 

And so, the gangsters took hold of Alman’ father and uncle, and began to beat them to submission. The crime lord made him watch, forcibly keeping his eyes open even as he tried to look away. Here, he felt rage, and chaos. Rage at his father for believing that it was a good idea to plead the mafia for aid. Rage at the mafia for what they were now doing, and what they would make them do in exchange for a promise they may never carry out. He managed to close his eyes shut, if only for a moment, and heard only the chaos from his surroundings; the laughing of vicious thugs, the cries of pain, the sounds of blunt implements impacting against flesh. Rage. Disorder. They were all his to bear.

At that moment, an entity that skirted in the dimensions far above the ken of mortal perceptions found a suitable vessel. A shard unraveled, and in a split second, Alman was enlightened. He could now create the shiniest of lights, the fiercest of flames, the purest manifestation of starfire. And so, instead of his family being the victims that night, the gangsters were annihilated. Orbs of starlight burst into existence, setting clothing and flesh alight. The chaotic constellation that ensued wiped out the gangsters, purging them from the face of the earth. The gang were all dead, and the Kastrati clan still lived. The money, which had been in a suitcase as a fleeting proof of the deal they could have made, was now theirs for the taking. His mother will live, but at what cost?

Later in the morning, as the Kastratis recovered and spoke to one another about the events of last night, PRT investigations found traces of ionized gas within the area of concern, as well as charred bodies belonging to some of the most notorious gangsters in the state. Investigations pinpointed just who these gangsters were supposed to meet at the night, which led them to this moment. Self defense was cited as defensible cause for such wanton destruction, but such an ability was still extremely dangerous for public life.

The PRT caught wind, and showed up in the Kastrati doorstep, having found that he had obliterated around two dozen or so 'people'. It was clear that Alman cannot remain in regular society like this. His parents were somewhat resistant to the idea that their only child is to go away from them, but they relented after about a week as the ultimatum became heavier. In exchange for around the clock protection for them, Alman was to enter the Wards Program. 

Powers:
Classification: Blaster 6
Astromancy: Alman produces and channels plasma energy. He is as such able to create and maintain up to four miniature stars at a given time, with three distinct modes that operate in a sliding scale of heat and light. They can move at around 7 to 8 meters per second, with any turns requiring pauses in movement.

Mode 1 (Searing Star): Capable of melting through most metals, as well as turning sand into glass at physical contact. By far the dimmest, but the most potent in terms of destructive potential. These can immolate most materials that they may come across.

Mode 2 (Blinding Star): Little to no destructive capability, but the brightness emanating when it is created acts as a powerful flashbang, temporarily disorienting and blinding those who had not protected their eyes.

Mode 3 (Main Sequence): Seemingly unremarkable, these main sequence stars, as he calls them, are able to sear wood and stone, and can be difficult to look at for prolonged periods. This is the foundation from which the other two derive from in their creation. 
Skills: When he was still unpowered, Alman was noted to be a great painter. 
Other: No girlfriend since birth, sadly.

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