[CHAR] Project Rehab

[CutUp]

The Black Knight

Party By Myself | Biggest, The Best | Dark Places | One For The Money | Wrong Side Of Heaven | S.C.A.V.A.

"I might be Super, but I ain't a Soldier anymore."

The Basics

Name
Dante Alberto Cortez
Codename
The Black Knight
Age
Appears in his late twenties to early thirties, but actually 82
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Nationality
American of Spanish decent

In The Mirror

Height
6 feet
Weight
200 pounds of pure muscle
Hair Color
Black
Eye Color
Brown
Appearance
Dante is a lean, mean fighting machine. He's very muscular, and pretty cut with a slight beard. True to his spanish heritage he has a dark skin complexion. His casual attire isn't all that casual. It usually consists of a tight fitting black t-shirt, dark cargo pants, and matching combat boots. His prefered attire of his Black Knight persona is a black full body armor. It is resistant to most firearms, the affects of the weather, and a few other things. He also wears a ballistic skull mask.

Beneath The Surface

Personality
Dante is a man that under went a drastic change in his personality many, many years ago. This is due to the Super Soldier program. He used to be a kind, caring, and quiet guy. But that has long since passed. Now he is a loud, aggressive, narcissistic, ill tempered, and self serving man. The program changed him to the core. He doesn't care about others, mostly seeing them as cannon foddler. No, first, and foremost he looks out for number one now. Everyone else be damned. He is increasingly aggressive, and has no sense of mercy, or morals whatsoever. He's now the defination of a sociopath. He's willing to kill a kid for a candy bar if he really wanted it.

Dante can be quite sarcastic, and more than a little bit of a smart ass. He's a rather big flirt as well, and no woman is safe from his advances. He doesn't care about age, whether they're interested, or whatever. He will go after you like a freight train. There is no escape. He's quite full of himself, and thinks he's God's gift to everyone. He believes that he's never wrong, and things should be done his way. So he's quite stubborn this way, and has a little touch of a superiory complex. Overall this makes him rather difficult to work with.

Dante is completely fearless in his actions. He's also rather reckless, borderline suicidial, in his actions. Indeed, he's been diagnosed with suicidial tendencies before, but no one's quite sure why he'd act in such a manner. Some believe it may be the last remanent of the man he was before. He's quite greedy as well, as he loves money. Many have described him as the embodiment of the seven deadly sins. Regardless, when something needs to be done, he's the man to do it.

What Makes Me Special

Powers
Dante is the first(and only) successful Super Soldier.

• Super Strength - Dante is stronger than most, and is able to bend steel with little effort.
• Super Reflexes - Dante has incredible reflexes, and is able to dodge bullets with ease.
• Super Speed - Dante is able to run 50 MPH, and is able to keep up with most vehicles on foot.
• Regenerative Healing Factor - Dante heals from injuries at an astonishing rate. He can't, however regenerate severed limbs, or organs.
  
  • Super Immunity - Due to his healing factor he is immune to all toxins, and posions.
  • Decelerated Aging - Dante does not age normally. While not truly immortal, he will live for a very, very long time.
• Enhanced Senses - His senses of smell, sight, and hearing are much greater than a normal humans.
• Enhanced Intellect - While it may not appear so, but Dante is incredibly smart. His mind works much faster than the average human, and he has an eidetic memory. His mind is basically a human super computer.

Equipment

• Twin Pistols - His sidearms are his twin pistols.
• Twin Swords - His main weapons are his twin short swords.
• Katana - This katana sword is mainly used as a backup weapon.
• Throwing Knives - He has many of these throwing knives hidden all over his body.
• Grenades - He frequently uses grenades.

Strengths

• Combat - Dante is a master combatant, and has mastered many different martial arts.
• Marksmanship - Dante is a great marksman, though he doesn't really use any high powered firearms that would call for his skills. But he does use his throwing knives to great effect.
• Strategy - Dante has a keen, and brutal tactical mind. He's able to formulate well thought out plans on the fly. Though most often these plans does involve heavy loses on not only his target, but also anyone he works with. His first, and foremost priority is himself after all.
• Swordsmanship - Dante is an incredible swordsman. This is especially apparent when he's using his katana sword.
• Charasmatic - When he wishes to be he can be quite the charmer, and is able to talk his way into most things.

Weaknesses

• Sociopath - He has a disregard for life, and cares little for others. To him they are merely cannon fodder.
• Temper - His temper can get the better of him at times, and cause him to make obvious mistakes.
• Women - He has a lustful personality, and has a difficult time focusing when fighting someone he finds attractive. Though he'll still do it.
• Cocky - He's incredibly overconfident, and often underestimates others.
• Reckless - He's incredibly reckless, and relies on his healing factor way to much.

Skeletons In The Closet

History
Dante was born in a small town near the border to Mexico in Texas in 1933, the youngest of three sons. His family worked on the ranch of a wealthy family. It was a modest living, and they were fairly happy. But Dante wasn't content with it, he wanted to see the world. His eldest brother, Miguel, felt the same way. And when he turned eighteen he joined the army to fight in the war. This devastated Dante's parents, but Dante on the other hand, was jealous that his brother was going on an adventure, and fighting Nazis.

But unfortunately Miguel didn't survive the war. They were all devastated. When Dante turned eighteen he followed his brother's footsteps, and enlisted into the military, much to his family's dismay. They tried their best to keep him from enlisting, but it was too late. His mind was already made up, and nobody could change his mind. He wanted to make a difference in the world, he wanted to help people.

During the Cold War he was stationed all over at various bases, and he was well liked by the higher ups. So much so that his name was put forward for the Super Soldier program. When he was approached about it he immediately signed up. To him this was the best way to serve his country.

The Super Soldier process was rigorous, and painful. He was given injections of some sort of serum daily, as were the other subjects. The other subjects began dropping like flys, one by one each week. All until there was two left, him, and another man. As time went on they both began exhibiting signs of the serum working, such as super strength. They also displayed varying levels of aggression. This came to a head when the other subject went insane, and tried to kill everyone. He would have too if not for the timely intervention of Dante. He proved that he wasn't like the other one, that he was a success. But the truth was, he was just better at hiding it.

The serum super charged everything in his body. It fliped a switch in his head. He began craving death, and destruction. Every want that people bury down deep all surfaced at once. He wanted money, power, respect, woman, everything he could bleed out of this big blue marble. And he had a plan to get it all. He just needed to be an actor, and allow them to see that he wasn't a ragin lunatic.

They eventually decided he was ready for his first mission. He was to disable a Soviet nuclear warhead. He had a team, and everything was going like clockwork. That is until he decided he was bored with them. He executed his team without a thought, and stole the nuclear material for himself. What did he do with the nuke? He sold it of course. Got a small fortune for it. From then on his renegade lifestyle began.

He rebranded himself as The Black Knight, and became the best mercenary, and assassin in the world. And thanks to his aging he would be for a very, very long time. Over the decades he's racked up quite the rap sheet, and is wanted by almost every government in the world. But no one would ever risk going after him. Not even superheroes could touch him. He'd racked up quite the kill count with them.

But everyone makes mistakes, and he did as well. His older brother, Gabriel was dying in a hospital of cancer. Something deep inside him forced him to go see his brother on his death bed. Once there he could barely recognize his brother. But Gabriel instantly recognized his estranged brother, as he had barely changed any. It was then as he met with his brother Dante was attacked by a black ops team.

There were so many of them, almost enough for a small army, and they managed to capture him. He was expecting to be thrown in some kind of super prison which he could easily escape from. He wasn't however. He was taken to the base of the newly formed Rehab project. He was implanted with the nanobots, and imprisoned. Now he awaits to see what the government wants to do with him.

Face Claim
D. J. Cotrona

NPCs shall be played by me. I'll be updating this every once in awhile for important NPCs.

NPCs

Name: Dr. Marcus Fisher| Gender: Male| Age: 61| FC: Michael Emerson


Name: General Thomas Howard| Gender: Male| Age: 66| FC: Steven Williams

[Wade Wilson]

Fear

Just Lose It

"Scared?"

The Basics

Name
Cole Joseph Erickson
Codename
Fear
Age
21
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Nationality
American

In The Mirror

Height
5'10"
Weight
163 lbs
Hair Color
Black
Eye Color
Grey
Appearance
Cole is tall for his age, but it isn't often realised as he's usually leaning over his opponent, staring sadistically into their eyes. His face often is a mix of twisted insanity and slyness, his wide eyes glaring at his opposer - only a few minutes staring at his sick expression is enough to make a man cower in fear.

When not on the job, Cole will be seen in black trousers, with a chain hanging from his right hip. His shirts include short-sleeved or vest like shirts, in a a variety of different designs that reflect his mischievous side. He also sometimes wears hoodies, and these are mainly black or grey.

When on the job, however, it's an entirely different story. He sports trousers similar to his casual ones, and wears a long, black trenchcoat and silver chain necklace. These are accompanied by a grey waistcoat and white shirt. If in battle, he will remove his trenchcoat, leaving only his chain and waistcoat, and often rolls the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing part of his dragon tattoo.

Beneath The Surface

Personality
Cole's personality isn't really beneath the surface - his exterior reflects it all. Due to a freak accident in a lab (he was previously a physicist), he was sent insane by an untested serum to aid mental illness. This made him lose memory of his past, and literally become a new person. However, it had a downside, as he was lost on his own with no idea of who he was. An anonymous organization found him, however, and helped him to harness his new powers that the serum had also gave him, along with twisting his personality to cause even more fear in the hearts of his enemies. Now, he is considered an insane criminal mastermind, with a twisted humour that is enough to make anyone wretch. His cold, crazy stare practically renders his powers useless, due to the fact it can make a man scared to death or even insane himself. This doesn't help when it's matched with his torturous, violent nature, and his joy in seeing others suffer. Furthermore, he is incredibly manipulative and will torture you relentlessly until you give him what he wants. Overall, he is a twisted man, spat on by higher society.

What Makes Me Special

Powers
Cole's powers match perfectly with his personality. He has the ability to inflict fear upon his opponents, and even make them attack their teammates out of fear that they'd be betrayed by them. A higher rate of this power is that, if enough fear is inflicted, he has the chance to even turn somebody insane, or make them commit suicide. Another one of the abilities he has gained is that he has incredibly fast reaction time. He could probably catch a bullet if he concentrated hard enough.
Equipment
Cole carries a dart gun, and takes it with him everywhere. The ammunition for it is:

• 17x Sleep Darts
  • Causes the victim to sleep for 10 - 30 minutes
• 9x Poison Darts
  • Causes the victim to die within 3 minutes
• 10x Hallucination Darts
  • Causes the victim to hallucinate their worst nightmare

He also carries fifteen throwing knifes, five with the sleep effect, five with the poison effect and five with the hallucination effect.
Strengths

• A tough egg to crack.
• Very agile and capable of outrunning most people.
• Can take down three people at a time.
• Incredible reaction time.
• Able to pinpoint the weaknesses in a person if he gets to know them.

Weaknesses

• If tired out enough, his combat is incredibly weak.
• Even though he has the capacity to, he cannot catch bullets.
• Though able to withstand mental torture, physical torture overpowers him after thirty minutes.
• If his memories are restored, he would more than likely commit suicide.
• His violent nature can get the best of him.

Skeletons In The Closet

History
Cole Joseph Erickson once had the perfect life, surprisingly. He was a physicist, had a loving wife, two children (with one on the way), and a $3,000 check in the post addressed to him due to his work on a life changing serum. The serum, once completed, was going to be able to cure the mentally ill. The first few days of testing hadn't been all successful, however, and they lost three subjects in total. However, on the sixth day, something tragic happened. The test subject broke free of his restraints and stabbed Cole with his own serum. This caused his brain to be disfigured, and it sent him clinically insane and made him incredibly violent. However, the serum also drained his memory of his past life, leaving him no clue of who he was or why he was there. His family had gone down to the labs immediately after they'd heard what happened, but Cole himself broke free of the guards' grip, and murdered everyone there, including his family. He escaped shortly after, and was pursued by the police for a week.

That week went by, and the police didn't manage to find him (despite a few close calls). He was lost on the streets, alone, with no clue of what to do or who he was. However, an anonymous group found him, and taught him how to utilize his new powers that he had gained. They turned him into a criminal; a murderer. He went off and pursued a life of tyrannical villainy, torturing the innocent and drinking with the guilty. This continued into early 2014. That was when they found him. Project Rehab. They captured him, and dragged him off to their testing centers, where he became a human pin cushion. Tests underwent on him, discovering his powers and insanity. They injected a ticking time bomb in him, and locked him up in a super prison, where he was unable to use his powers to escape. He became part of a squad of villains, and eventually accepted his fate. Now, he's just waiting for his first assignment.

Face Claim
Seth Gabel

[Jig]

Stain

Stain

"Let’s get messy"

The Basics

Name
Leon Smythe

Codename
Stain

Age
24

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Anything that moves

Nationality
British

In The Mirror

Height
Five foot eight

Weight
Eighteen stone

Hair Color
Dark brown

Eye Color
Hazel

Appearance
Leon is a short man, but one that visibly makes up for his height with buckets of personality, and teeming with energy at all times. His face is usually locked somewhere between stupid grin and mocking laugh, and he can rarely contain himself, and is usually to be seen bouncing on the tips of his toes.

When not ‘on the job’, Leon favours cool and casual clothes; sleeveless tops, combats, and boots – stuff that’s easily shrugged off. Because he’s quite a sweaty boy, he exclusively goes for clothes that have moisture-wicking properties and as little material as possible.

When on the job, it’s basically the same, apart from a few specific pieces of gear and a gas mask/cum respirator, with duel filter and fishy, ghostly lenses before his eyes. He has a specific set of boots for 'work' (though he frequently wears them day-to-day), ones with specific soles that help him make the most of his power.

Beneath The Surface

Personality

Leon is madder than a bag of spaniels. He is hyper, possibly because of all the sugar he consumes, but possibly not. He jumps from idea to idea, and while he is not so impulsive as to do whatever he wants, he is impulsive enough to work out what he wants to do, how to do it, and then does it with little, but not no, thought for the consequences. In day-to-day life, this manifests as heavy drinking, junk food, drug use, and as much sex as he can get his slimy hands on.

Unlike some supervillains, he is not a complete psychopath. He does not derive great joy from causing people pain, but he is somewhat disaffected. Every action is balanced against how fun it was. It might be a shame that some innocent woman got completely trampled, but he was reaching such crazy speeds it wasn’t his fault and he’d probably do it again. He’s an excuse-maker, and nothing is ever his fault.

Crucially, Leon has daddy issues, big-time. He doesn’t like men very much and is naturally distrustful of them, especially if they are older than him, taller than him, or wearing a suit. In fact, he will specifically target men, especially if they fulfil any of those criteria.

Broadly speaking, he's not the brightest button in the box. He does not have a mind for strategy or tactics, but rather one that pursues an easy life and fun.

What Makes Me Special

Powers

Goop. Quite what its scientific properties are remain a mystery to Stain, but the boy sweats a lot, and it’s not normal sweat. Firstly, it’s typically bright acid green, and slightly luminous. Secondly, it’s not thin liquid, but more akin to slime or mucus. Among its other properties, it’s incredibly slippery, mildly corrosive, and also gives off noxious fumes. Just being in the room with it won’t exactly kill you, but it will probably give you a headache given too much exposure, while it will gently burn away at most substances that touch it directly, including skin. It probably won’t ever kill anybody through direct contact, but it’s highly toxic to ingest – a high enough concentration will kill you. Being extremely oily, this stuff actually floats, and so washing it away is an extremely poor idea; much better to dump a load of chalk or bicarbonate of soda to thicken it and generally make it easier to deal with. The goop is also reasonably flammable. It won’t blow up, but it is legit fuel, which burns slowly and slides around for extra fun.

Naturally, over the years, Leon has learned to control his ‘power’ somewhat, and generally manages not to leak in general public. This does tend to make him quite hot and, ultimately, ill, while keeping himself restrained – though saving it up means he has more for later. By the same token, he can overproduce goop at an astonishing rate, but at a similar cost and at the risk of dehydrating himself. Having such a high quantity of stuff in his system is, incidentally, what makes him surprisingly heavy for his short stature, and applies a natural internal ‘cushioning’, which means he’s slightly more resistant to impact damage than other humans. Needless to say, he and his equipment are both adapted to the goop and neither can be harmed by it.

The first application of goop is having fun sliding around. The stuff is incredibly slippery, and his boots are specifically designed to absorb goop from his feet and evenly leak it, making all ground basically one big ice rink to him.

The second application of goop is simply spreading it around. Anywhere on his body where he has a sweat gland is a potential risk, though he can, essentially release small bursts of it from his body. This can also essentially be done anywhere, though he naturally prefers his hands since he can aim better.

Equipment
Stain uses limited 'equipment': an external goop supply of almost ten litres, which he would have to prepare before going on an excursion. This tank is a transparent silo which connects via a small pipe network to custom-built pads around his clothed body, for the explicit purpose of collecting excess sweat and goop and slowly replenishing the tank's fuel. It is connected from the top to an honest-to-god hose, for predictable purposes.

Because of the nature of the Goop, being thick, the hose shoots highly pressurised short blasts rather than one long continuous stream, allowing for range, power, and a decent 'splash' effect on impact, but not for simply charging into battle and blasting everything.

Extra:

• The Cannon: a totally untested prototype. Not connected to the suit, it's literally a cannon, about three times the size of a traditional pirate ship cannon, and basically the same in operation. Guess what it shoots? Yep. Goop. Specifically, robust spherical membranes filled with goop. Basically, it's the world's most horrendous water balloon launcher. Progress on The Cannon has stalled since he basically doesn't know what to do with it.

Strengths

• Highly impulsive. Doesn’t keep him safe, but it doesn’t keep you safe either.
• Ridiculously upbeat. Can’t keep a good bad man down.

Weaknesses

• Distinct lack of power. Goop is great, but its only real dangers are being blasted by the hose or being slammed into by Stain at ridiculous speeds.
• Distinct lack of ambition. In the hands of a legit supervillain, goop would probably be a legitimate threat, except Stain mostly wants to dick around.
• Versatility: Stain is useless in compact areas or if he has to climb a hill. Instead, he excels in areas with ‘ramps’ and wide-open spaces.
• Short-lived utility: Stain only has so much goop. He can force himself to produce it, but it will tire him out more quickly and may even kill him.
• Lack of control: Inevitable when flying around at high speeds and launching pressurised blasts.
• Lack of confidence: Odd for a supervillain, but, if you can get Stain to sit down long enough to listen, he is fairly easily manipulated and intimidated into behaving like a good boy.
• Not bulletproof: While Stain’s natural composition makes him almost immune to impact damage, he’s not immune to being stabbed, shot, or blown up.

Skeletons In The Closet

History

Leon had a pretty crappy childhood, but, for a crappy childhood, it wasn't too bad. He was an unusual, and weird, child, with his unusual 'skin condition' appearing, in a small way, from the moment he was born. Among other unfortunate consequences of his unique mutation, his mother's reproductive organs were destroyed during his development, and, once born, neither mother nor father was particularly inclined to touch him.

His parents' union was an awkward one. It wasn't exactly a shotgun wedding, but he, an American pharmaceutical entrepreneur and she, a born-to-be housewife from a wealthy background, were mostly brought together over her accidental pregnancy. Inevitably, they broke up, when he was about nine; whether it was their own issues or Leon's acting-out and biological weirdness is anybody's guess. His father left with barely a word to him, and it was only a couple of years later that Leon found out that he had returned to America, to the successful launch of his tech company, which made him an extraordinarily wealthy man.

It was about this time that Leon started to go down the path of villainy, not helped by the full extent of his 'powers' emerging during puberty. He was a freak, and started to reject others' company. In his mind, he equated his father abandoning him with his own biological disposition, and, over time, his own isolation and 'poor life choices' (alcohol, glue, anything else he could get hold of) set him firmly down the path of 'disturbed weirdo'.

It was one of his many, many benders that caused him to begin his pursuit of his father. Quite what he was thinking at time, he doesn't know, but, long story short, he robbed his mother, got on a plane, got to the states, and found a map. To begin with, his pursuit was incredibly fruitless: money ran out quickly, and so he turned to petty crime just to fund an existence, using his corrosive sweat to break and enter properties and ransack them.

Because planning was not his strong point, he was pretty easily tracked - not just by the authorities, but by another outcast, who was interested in the odd residue he always left behind. Harrow, the latter, found him first. He was also a villain - a proper villain, old-school style. In fairness, he was tech-based, using jetpacks and lasers, you know, the works, but Leon was of great fascination to him.

Harrow took Leon under his wing, providing funds, shelter, and, eventually, a proposition. Stain is ultimately Harrow's invention, from the name to the suit. In return for facilitating Stain's pursuit and destruction of his father's tech empire, perhaps Stain could arrange for certain... collateral damage to be caused in his exploits.

Stain was active in cities for about three years, firstly destroying any store that stocked his father's stuff, and then, basically because it was fun to be disrespectin' the police, targeting mostly public institutions of authority - the fact that this was all Harrow's idea is lost on him. While definitely a public menace, he was never the most threatening villain out there, and was apprehended without too much difficulty when the authorities got their act together.

Needless to say, they interrogated him about Harrow, but any useful details he might have known turned out to be fabrications. Since being incarcerated, Stain is variably one of the most irritating prisoners and one of the most sedate. His jailers have a general policy of keeping a vigilant eye on him at all times, but ultimately giving him a certain degree of privilege. It was the easiest way; it's simply impossible to stop him sweating, and so any physical means of preventing him from escaping were, in the long-term, useless. He would burn through handcuffs, jumpsuits, bars - anything, given enough time. Since he's not the Machiavellian type to plan a grand escape, he is incarcerated almost at his leisure: making him content to stay, and less inclined to try to cause hassle. He is now supervised exclusively by female guards, because male ones tend to set off a tantrium.

[Naril]

Removed!

[Virani]

Furie

"You sure you wanna mess with me darlin?"

Name
Faith Elise Mackenzie
Codename
Furie
Age
28
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Nationality
American but born in Scotland



Height
5"8
Weight
122lbs
Hair Color
Blonde
Eye Colour
Green
Appearance
Faith is a slender woman with just enough weight for her to not be considered skin and bone. Combine that with her vivid green eyes and delicate facial features and you have a very pretty appearance. She has the sort of sweet features that would make you think she is sweet, and gentle. She has blonde hair worn in long ringlets past her shoulder blades and pale skin with just a hint of the sun. Her style, when not working, she wears long flowing skirts, baggy or ripped vests and shawls. She has also been seen in bohemian style maxi dresses and is never without her favorite pair of faded brown cowboy boots. She likes big belts and wears multiple necklaces and silver rings. Her "work" attire is a lot simpler being all in one leather (see link for costume, though Faith's is dark red rather than black and the mask is also dark red) http://d1fgn7wex1bhjn.cloudfront.net/assets/tarantulaV2/embedded_images/1355306870_rose9595xmen.jpg
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Personality
Faith is blunt and abrasive, she says what she thinks and doesn't try and soften it no matter what the subject. She has a chip on her shoulder the size of England and generally switches between being angry or numb with nothing in between. She is prickly, defensive and downright impossible to get to know. She has a nasty temper and it doesn't take much to set it off. Yet even with all this you would still want her on your side in a fight, she will fight to the bitter end with a recklessness that suggests she doesn't care about her own life. She is not suicidal, just likes living on the edge. She's an adrenaline junkie and this makes her reckless.

She cares for very little other than herself and has no compunction about killing those who get in her way or make her angry. She sees people as things to be used and then discarded and will quite happily do so. She does have a sense of loyalty though and won't shit in her own back yard (as she describes it) meaning that she won't stab those she works with in the back unless they piss her off. She might have been a kind, sweet person once but her parents put paid to that. Perhaps the only remnant of the girl she was before manifesting her ability is her fondness for animals and nature. Although this could also be due to her connection to the Earth through the Ley Lines.

She is very good at insulting people without cussing and will often use endearments (darlin, honey etc) even when angry or insulting someone. This is clearly her way of patronizing them.



Powers
Faith is a genuine witch and her particular specialty is Ley Lines, she can tap into these lines of power and do various things:

Energy Blasts: Hurling pure Ley Line energy at something.
Telekinesis: Using the energy to move things with her mind.
Energy Constructs: Create things from the energy to fight with/for her.
Energy Shield: Can use the energy to shield her from harm.
Astral Projection: Her mind can leave her body.
Transmutation: Can travel through the Ley Lines.

Equipment
Pair of Sai - Main weapons when out of Ley Line Range
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Tanto - Last resort kept in a thigh sheath
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Strengths
Sai combat - Proficient with Sai.
Tanto combat - Proficient with the Tanto blade.
Magic Knowledge - Well versed on magic, the occult and Witchcraft.
Observant - Skilled at reading others body language, Facial expressions and Tone of voice.
Acting - Able to play a persona (sweet innocent girl mainly, uses to talk her way out of trouble)

Weaknesses
Leyline Locations: Whilst these are criscrossed all over the world they are not everywhere and some are weaker than others. Depending on her location Faith can be rendered completely powerless if lacking a line to draw from, or weaker if the line is not very strong.
Temper: Faith has a very short temper and can often go into a rage in the middle of a fight, this makes her very unpredictable.
Physically Normal: Faith can be injured or killed as easily as the next person, if her powers or combat fail her then she is as good as dead. Same goes for her speed, agility and senses.
Reckless: She will often run into danger just for the hell of it even if its more than she can handle.
Overload: If Faith draws too much power at once or uses it for too long it will incapacitate her.
Religion - Faith is terrified of churches, crosses and those who work for the church (nuns, priests etc) and she will not go anywhere near them if she can help it.


History
Faith was born in the north of Scotland in a remote village community, her father was the priest of the local church and her mother a housewife. She grew up in a very strict household as her father had a high standard for what he considered good Christian behavior and expected his family to adhere to his rules. They were allowed no television or modern books or magazines as he believed they were a bad influence and they were expected to pray every day and read from the bible every evening. Faith had no friends growing up as her parents believed they were a bad influence and the local kids thought she was stuck up and shunned her. Despite all this Faith loved her parents and accepted her lifestyle as proper and correct.

When she was ten she began to experience odd sensations, bursts of energy where she felt as though she had electricity under her skin, these grew until one day without realizing she drew upon the energies of a ley line. Ley lines covered the Earth and the rectory where she lived happened to be on top of one of them. Unknown to her or her parents she was a descendant of a Ley Line Witch (Her maternal Great grandmother) and could not help but reach out for one when her abilities first blossomed. Luckily at her young age she could not draw the full amount that she would be able to when she is older but it was enough to cause her to violently throw everything around her against the walls. Furniture and her shocked parents were literally slammed against the wall by the force and were held there by the energy coming from their daughter. It lasted for only a few minutes but it changed Faith's life forever, her parents had always been particularly zealous in their beliefs and this only worsened after what had happened.

They believed she was possessed and did everything they could to cleanse her soul, she received beatings and was locked in a dark room and starved regularly. They attempted to exorcise her on several occasions and all of this torment badly scarred Faith to the point where she began to believe what they told her. Things reached boiling point when she turned twelve and had suffered her parents misguided attempts to "cure" her for two years. As they were dragging her towards the dark room, which she feared more than anything else, her mind snapped and she drew on the ley line again. She drew enough power this time to hurl the power directly and both her parents were hit with the energy blasts. Her mother died moments after Faith collapsed and her father died in the hospital after he had told authorities that Faith had attacked them. She was sent to a juvenile detention centre where she lived until she turned eighteen.

After she was released she roamed aimlessly, using her power to get what she wanted and killing those who stood in her way. The abuse and incarceration had destroyed the innocent little girl and replaced it with an angry sociopath who believed herself to be evil. After a year of travelling she met another witch, an American/Japanese woman called Maya, who she recklessly tried to kill. Maya nearly killed her but stopped just before doing so, she later said she saw herself in Faith, Maya taught her the art of combat with various Japanese blades and how to master her abilities. Maya herself, was a Demon Witch and sold her talents to the highest bidder.

They ended up in New Orleans where Faith used her talents to earn money, conning tourists and performing jobs for the locals, creating charms and casting spells etc. Whilst Maya travelled the world Faith was content to milk New Orleans for all it was worth. She liked the town with its old world feel and its undercurrent of violence and mystique. Faith had been living with Maya in New Orleans for eight years when Maya sold Faith out to the authorities, Faith still has no idea why. After living with Maya for so long Faith had made the mistake of letting her guard down and the team of black ops that Maya had allowed in took her unawares though not without a fight. Expecting death, she was a mass murderer after all, she was surprised when she taken to a facility and injected with nanobots and then stuck in a cell.

Other
Maya - Maya is reasonably well known in criminal circles as someone not to mess with. Project Rehab originally wanted her but Maya was protected by her very powerful family who were Yakuza. Faith has a score to settle with her and will not rest until she's killed Maya.
Heritage: Faith comes from a line of witches going back to Salem, this often skips several generations.
Accent - Faith speaks with an odd mix of New Orleans twang and a Scottish lilt.

[Mivuli]

Wong Lian Hui

Wong Lian Hui

My mother – whomever she may be – named me for the lotus.
I would much rather have had the monkshood as my namesake.

The Basics

Name
Wong Lian Hui
Codename
Aconitum
Age
23
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Asexual/Demisexual – she hasn’t explored this aspect of herself very far.
Nationality
Chinese-Malaysian

In The Mirror

Height
170cm/5’5”
Weight
48kg/105lbs
Hair Color
Black
Eye Color
Brown-Black
Appearance
Petite and slight, with distinctly Chinese features and cheeks as smooth as pebble-stones – none of those high and sharp cheekbones American actresses keep inheriting – Lian Hui looks like a particularly youthful woman who has barely passed the precipice of adulthood. Her pale olive-skin has been left unmarked, a kindness she considers from the heavens what with the substances she handles on a daily basis. She has thick black hair that sweeps her upper back, and gentle curves, though is by no means voluptuous. She does not frequently wear make-up, but she has picked up finer cosmetician tricks to accentuate her physical qualities during her exploits. With perfect eyesight, small figure, and delicate hands and feet, Lian Hui has been likened several times to a fine-boned bird.
Her most occasional clothing would be anything modest and her fashion choices range wide. Long-sleeved shirts, sweaters, fitting blouses, jeans, and skirts that brush the back of her calf all clutter her wardrobe. She also has her own array of traditional outfits, from the Peranakan kebaya to the practically obligatory cheongsam, but those only ever make an appearance when she’s trying particularly hard to sell the exoticism of her past heritage.
Lian Hui doesn’t have a work attire so much as she has costumes. Anything that will emphasise her femininity when she’s playing the covert killer just plays in with her harmless appearance and demure smile. But she has learnt to expect any mission to go awry, and slits in dresses and cheongsams work excellently in her favour. She can run in stilettos, and get away quickly enough, but don’t think for a second she hasn’t got extra tricks up her sleeve. Lian Hui takes precautions, and she doesn’t dance with death so much as waltzes clear out of its path.

Beneath The Surface

Personality
Lian Hui hasn’t cared for another in a long time, which plays out just fine for her in her line of work. Known to play to her strengths and even overdo it, Lian Hui is sharp and critical, and keenly aware of her own faults and shortcomings, which she toils hard over to compensate for. Of course, this means she has a clear understanding of what others lack, and even if it is inconsequential, it only means she has an entire arsenal of flaws to use against anybody she should be pitted against. Her gaze pierces past falsities she catches, and she is inclined to cut right to the heart of the person. It matters not just how ugly it may be; Lian Hui doesn’t care. Not to say she’ll accept any Tom, Dick, and Harry for his limitations; she simply won’t feel the need to persecute anyone for it.
Thus is the extent of Lian Hui’s emotionless. Very little angers or scares her now, and even less makes her smile. Her allegiance means next to nothing – of course, she belongs to a side, only because the stragglers who linger in the demilitarised, no man’s land between sides don’t have very long lifespans. Lian Hui plays the propositioned role of a party that can offer her enough benefits, and that’s the end of any matter. She may favour the stark simplistic contrast between black and white, and any appreciation for all the shades in between may be lost on her, but she isn’t blind to them.

What Makes Me Special

Powers
An exceptional affinity for poison-making, if that counts. Lian Hui neutralises her enemies with poison she makes by herself. She used to have the neatest of gardens she tended to, growing toxic weapons of death in ceramic pots. Perhaps it helps that poisons have no effect on her faculties, tactile or otherwise. She would spend her days preparing toxins for long dozes, burning ointments, and odourless syrups that could sweeten a beverage and disintegrate the alimentary canal from the inside-out. She even had a cookbook, even though everything was already memorised in her head.
Lian Hui refers to what she does as simple Chemistry and, combined with her expansive knowledge of human physiology and biology, she’s quite a force to be reckoned with. One of her proudest discoveries would have to be a powder she could fling at somebody’s face, and blind them, sting them, burn them, and which would only aggravate when in contact with water.
She is also gifted with the ability to accelerate, reverse, or terminate plant growth and life. Crops that would take months only require days in her garden – hours, if she concentrates, and seconds if the need is urgent. She is as good as a fast-acting fertilizer, or a sudden fatal drought, depending on whether we’re talking poisons or weeds. This talent is helpful in helping her acquire materials on tight deadlines.
Equipment
Chemistry sets, poison preparation kits, and plenty of vials. Hand her a kitchen, and she just might be set to go.
Onsite, though, Lian Hui tries not to go anywhere unarmed. She keeps antidotes in case something goes horribly wrong. Knives are a handy thing to keep on a person, as are guns, but they are just so loud and obnoxious, though a good prop to wave about and dissuade less cocksure pursuers. Lian Hui would prefer not to resort to such hands-on methods, even if knife play could be considered one of her lesser specialties.
Strengths

• Immune to Emotional Blackmail – It would take a lot to evoke a genuine and deeply-felt emotional reaction from Lian Hui, and this protects her from losing her head. Plus, she’s stood over enough writhing bodies in the throes of a foaming death to know that gore and death don’t affect her much. Humanity is but a rumour with her.
• Intelligence – Lian Hui is incredibly sharp, with a brilliant memory that’s even better at latching onto anything to do with her poisons. She’s a smart kid, even if she’s young, and she thinks quickly on her feet under pressure.
• Swift – Lian Hui runs quickly, and she’s nimble. Thanks to her years growing up, and the other years dodging chemical malfunctions, she is very agile. It helps when she needs to slip away quickly, and she can be very quiet while doing so.

Weaknesses

• Acting – Lian Hui can’t decently con somebody into believing something she can’t sell. Beyond the innocuous Chinese girl façade, she isn’t particularly apt at anything else. She might be able to seduce, but she’s found that the men she’s encountered in her business are largely attracted to her enigmatic quietness, without additional effort on her end. But ask her to play a bubbly, energetic teenager, and Lian Hui will balk.
• Physicality – Ask Lian Hui to fight to the death with empty hands and she won’t last a minute. She isn’t strong. She is easy to overpower. Her body is transport for her mind and an extension of her Chemistry set; she hasn’t taken pains to develop it for defense. Lian Hui might have taken kickboxing and KAPAP classes once upon a time, but those are hardly enough to keep her alive. She can fare well enough on the streets, but that’s because street-rats aren’t the same as thugs and bodyguards with a master to serve and professional training in ripping people asunder.
• Curiosity – Lian Hui knows no other emotion as strongly as inquisitiveness. When there is a fact missing, she will spare no expense to fill it in. When baited by a curious thing, Lian Hui can become so fixated on solving the puzzle that she will be made vulnerable. Lure her with a choice cut of meat – a mystery that will hold her interest and suspend her impassivity towards life – and lead her straight to a pit.

Skeletons In The Closet

History

It's Really Long

There is a conspicuous gap in Lian Hui’s memory, two years of her life she can’t remember despite efforts to recall what was hers. All she knows is that she came to a country – Malaysia – speaking a dialect of Mandarin, and she guesses she was born a mainland Chinese before being shipped off to Southeast Asia. It frustrates her that she does not know her origins – more so than she will ever let on – and even though it has been twenty years, she hasn’t given up on it.
Lian Hui spent her years of childhood as a kid on the streets. There were nights when she went to sleep on curbs with a disquieted stomach. Sometimes such nights ran consecutive. Finding food was not easy, and even if she did stumble across a rare treasure, she would have to defend her scraps from wild dogs that were as tall as her, and twice as large. Back then, she was a grubby little thing, a feral kid who picked up language roughly from other kids in just as dire straits as her. Lian Hui thinks an entire lifetime of sorrow and tears must have been wasted in her first five years, for none to be left now.
Her prospects improved significantly when taken in by a man she knew as Ah Huang. Nothing was known about him, except that he owned a small, decrepit shop-house overlooking a street that children under his care were tasked to tout along. Every morning, after a spare breakfast and a night’s sleep on the hardwood floor of the only room in the shop-house, roughly a dozen children would troop out armed with key-chains and tissue packets to hassle people on the streets with while he watched from the chair by his door. The amount of food waiting on your plate was directly proportional to how loudly your coin-pouch jangled when Ah Huang rattled it by his ear come sundown. After a month, Lian Hui learned that the tourists were the best targets. Blonde and European, with straw hats and unrestrained comments about a heat they were un-acclimatised to, it was so simple to shove her grimy hands in their laps, cradling her goods, staring up at them with wide eyes and a blank expression. Most of them cracked open their wallets at once, cooing over the poor sight before them. Others were simply unsettled by her relentless gaze, pinning them there with imagined accusation.
To the resentment of the other children, Lian Hui became a favourite of Ah Huang, and received enviable servings as payment. Ah Huang even paid her special attention, teaching her how to read using newspaper clippings. She cared little and less about their grievances, when she was going to sleep less hungry, when she could see the scribbles on the road signs and finally meld them into letters, words, names that made sense. What did it matter that the children all dragged their forms away from her when she settled down to sleep, with pointed looks of loathing? She was being given room to breathe and stretch out while they all huddled away from her. Perhaps before, this isolation would have brought a quiver to her lips and welled tears to her sockets. Now, it brought Lian Hui nothing.
It was tradition for them to scavenge on the streets when they weren’t touting, and most of the children would return brandishing bracelets dug from the rubbish, or broken toys wealthier children had tossed away with nary a thought, but which became monumental artifacts in the cramped shop-house. Lian Hui partook once, and brought back a book on plants. For nights, she was riveted by the section on poisonous plants, each page emblazoned with a warning to stay well away from those specie. Lian Hui only wanted to get closer, to touch and feel her fingers burn herself, if only to get out of the place.
And so one day she carried no tissue packets, no crudely-fashioned trinkets, but made her way out on the streets with only her book in tow. She walked, walked out of the seedy street and then walked even further, until she chanced upon a shop with a flower design on its front window. She propped herself up on the counter before a very bemused-looking shop-owner, and asked to be taught everything about poisonous plants.
It was evidently enough, and Lian Hui moved homes to the florist’s. In the day she helped around the shop. At night she slept by the refrigerators that hummed a rattling lullaby as she fell asleep, head swimming with whatever the florist could teach her during their lessons after the shop closed.
It wasn’t until an elderly lady came to patronise the florist that Lian Hui actually began to learn. Spotting the scrawny ten-year-old perched on a high stool with her head bent over a page on poison ivy, she made inquiries with the shopkeeper, and stayed a few hours, after which Lian Hui was softly ushered out the door to go home with the old lady.
Lian Hui was told to call her the affectionate endearment Popo, but in all her recollections, Lian Hui will ever only remember her as Manchineel, for she bore the most toxic fruit possible. Under Manchineel’s roof, there was always a warm bed, a full meal, and biscuits if Lian Hui’s stomach still growled. Outside of it in the cosy backyard, was a sprawling garden that Lian Hui was expressly forbidden from exploring, but which Manchineel would often step into wearing over-the-top gear: gloves that reached her elbows, Wellington boots, and a suit that left no skin bare. Lian Hui recognised enough plants from her book, to know Manchineel kept an odd hobby Lian Hui herself could appreciate, and for a while Manchineel only ever imparted theoretical knowledge about her little plants.
Lian Hui never understood why she couldn’t share Manchineel’s pastime. It was a garden, after all, of the only thing that had held Lian Hui’s fancy for this long. Of course she should be indulged. One day, Manchineel came into her backyard with all her protection to find Lian Hui frolicking in the garden, face split in her widest grin as she sniffed at a bright purple flower.
It was the first time Lian Hui had ever heard Manchineel scream.
She was quickly whisked back into the house, while Manchineel fussed and half-sobbed over her, turning her palms over and over and lifting the front of her shirt, looking for rashes, spots, festering blisters. And then Lian Hui began to understand exactly why she was never meant to play in the garden of toxic plants. For a moment, she was arrested with fear, that now she would surely die from horrible wounds. She had spent ten minutes – ten admittedly glorious minutes – exposing her bare skin to an intense range of poison, and all there was left to do was wait for the Grim Reaper to claim her.
But it never did. Manchineel declared it a mystery, and even as she sternly reprimanded Lian Hui for her disobedience, she continued to look puzzled as to why Lian Hui could possibly be all right. It was an even greater mystery when she found that the dying plants she had been trying so hard to keep alive were instead now flourishing, blossoming with vivid colours.
After that, Lian Hui was never restricted from the garden, and no plants ever died.
When she was sixteen, Lian Hui moved to America, after Manchineel passed away. She stayed long enough for the funeral, before she packed her bags dry-eyed and took the flight. She had already found a humble little cottage, where she recreated Manchineel’s garden, and added a few more choice specie to the mix. Overnight, the yard was overrun with poisonous plants. It was another two days of researching on the Internet before Lian Hui attempted her first toxic brew, which she fed to a neighbour’s cat. Suffice to say her first try was a smashing success, but which the neighbour would never learn about. After that, she learned the ropes quickly and began to experiment. Her test subjects were always chosen at random, from a sea of faces made of strangers and eventually turning featureless.
Word got around somehow however after Lian Hui was seen walking out of a café right after a high school athlete collapsed of an unexplained spontaneous heart collapse. In hindsight, it was not the first time she had been linked to a scene of a victim’s death, but back then – a novice – Lian Hui had been absolutely clumsy. One day, she was grabbed in a back alley and thrown into a van, where Lian Hui was frisked and her vials were produced from her pockets and purse. It wasn’t the most conventional way to proposition someone, but the organisation that had taken an interest in Lian Hui’s movements did exactly that. They made an offer of money and creature comforts in exchange for her services. Lian Hui accepted.
Initially, they’d only wanted her for her poisons, and Lian Hui had no qualms about handing over vials of her poisons under tables and at street corners as she passed by. But then they found that their agents were incompetent at handling them, after more than five died during their missions due to misuse. Some of them were foolish enough to touch the poisons, others fumbled and drank from cups meant for their targets. Frustrated, the organisation proposed a contract change, and Lian Hui suddenly joined their ranks as an assassin.
Having suspected it was a mercenary business but not caring enough to ask questions, Lian Hui began her own training, learning to slip through crowds, to lure targets away from the heart of the crowds, to make them crave a little solitude. She learnt to be a shadow, which was no problem, because what had she been before?
Lian Hui relied on her appearances to deceive others into believing she was tame. It was all too easy to learn how to infiltrate a brewery, and pass for a waitress long enough to slip a victim a lethal drink. She could be an escort for an hour, and offer a massage before the intended could even realise the skin on his back was being eaten away by what felt like acid. Soon enough, she was given the alias Aconitum – for the toxic flower. Lian Hui liked the name, especially since it was also known by wolf’s bane, Devil’s helmet and – best of all – the Queen of Poisons.
But soon enough Aconitum came to be on the Wanted list, and Lian Hui was caught during a mission. It was difficult to explain away all the tiny vials in her pockets and linings of her dress, and she was taken into custody. While being transported to the correctional facility, Lian Hui mused over breaking out the poisons and forcing them down the throats of her captors. But that seemed like too much trouble, and bemusedly subdued she allowed herself to be taken away.

[Opposition]

Reaper

Katelyn Takumi



“I can’t pretend like I am used to it.”

The Basics

Name
Katelyn Takumi

Codename
Reaper

Age
20

Gender
Female

Sexuality
She won’t tell us, but she has shown interest in both.

Nationality
American. She tends to fake accents often to hide this.

In The Mirror

Height
5’3”

Weight
113 lbs

Hair Color
Blonde

Eye Color
Blue

Appearance
Katelyn appears a bit younger than she is due to her height and weight. She has a very lean and lithe build. Katelyn is usually seen with mid length brown hair often highlighted with purple streaks and deep blue eyes. Her skin seems quite pale.
When she was free, Katelyn wore many disguises, all differing in hair color, clothing, and even nationality, but when she wanted to be noticed or was ready for combat, she would wear a black jacket atop a plain purple shirt with black cargo pants. Often times she is accompanied with many ‘fashionable’ accessories, such as neckwear, fingerless gloves, and combat boots.

Beneath The Surface
Personality
The first trait that comes to mind when thinking about Katelyn would definitely be her willpower. Although she can easily lose control of herself, when she sets her mind to something, she won’t stop fighting until it is complete. She is extremely feisty when asked to comply with her captors in Project Rehab, but she has been seen taking a liking to a few of the researchers that work with her. This could easily be her trying to manipulate them, but we do not know.
Amongst the public, Katelyn has a very cocky personality. During her crime spree, she had a smile upon her face at all times. She would toy with the police force and anyone else trying to stop her. Katelyn was definitely a charming one when she was amongst the public, always trying to use her charisma to get her way.
What Makes Me Special

Powers
Flash Step- Katelyn has the ability to ‘flash step’, giving her a sudden jolt of incredible speed. When she does this, she disrupts the light around her person, leaving a fade trail of her image. This ability has only been seen in close combat so it is believed that she can only flash step in a small area. It’s applications include, dodging fast attacks, getting behind her opponent to strike, or to hide once out of sight.

Teleportation- Katelyn has shown the ability to ‘jaunt’ over short distances. The maximum distance of this teleportation like ability has been 40 meters. Katelyn seems unable to jaunt unless she carries less than 20 Kilos. The process of a jaunt includes a 0.5 second shift and then she appears at her location after another 0.5 seconds. The applications for Katelyn’s jaunt include escaping danger, infiltrating hard to enter locations, and annoying lab assistants when trying to test her.

Accelerated Probability- This is by far Katelyn’s most complicated ability. She has a precognitive ability, allowing her to see possible outcomes of her current situation and how to make them occur, although, changing her outcome is up to her. We do not fully understand how this ability works as it is all in her mind and she is extremely stubborn. As far as we know, time pauses and she can explore her options by watching them play out in her mind.

Psionic Evocation- Named after her self proclaimed explanation for herself, Katelyn’s Evocation allows her to evoke pure purple energy around her body. This is by far the most difficult of her abilities for her to use. After a few seconds of delay, she can bring forth spears, beams, or explosions of energy in a small radius around her. This power has proved quite fatiguing to Katelyn. Applications for her Psionic Evocation are to harm opponents, stop moving targets or break through a wall.

Equipment
Her Fancy Cane
Military Dagger
Walther P38
“Last Resort” Her Colt Agent

Strengths
Agility- Katelyn is quite the dexterous girl, able to move swiftly around obstacles.
Martial Virtue- Katelyn, due to her powers being very non-offensive, has learned to fight hand-to-hand quite well.
Survivability- Due to her powers, Katelyn has proven extremely hard to take down.
Stealth- With her powers, Katelyn has shown great abilities as an infiltrator and assassin.
Will to Fight- Any of the workers who have been around Katelyn know she is never one to go easily or quietly. Her willingness to fight for her life never falters.

Weaknesses
Physical Weakness- She is most definitely no Super with great strength, Katelyn may be quick, but she is unable to stand up to the power of some.
Impulsive Attitude- Katelyn has never been one to stop and think. She acts impulsively and on a whim, often to her demise.
Mental Instability- With the power Katelyn inherited, she inherited the demons that came along with it. Katelyn fell into a world of crime after she lost control of herself.
Power Uncontrol- We’ve designed a special medicine that Katelyn must take. Without ingesting the medicine, her powers may begin to activate uncontrollably.
Easily Manipulated- It has been discovered recently, that certain individuals that show care and charming conditions to the mentally unstable individual can easily manipulate her into working without protest.


Skeletons In The Closet

History

It took a while, but after Katelyn was brought to the interrogation room, she eventually stopped jaunting around and managed to be restrained. A light growl escaped her lips, her teeth gritting as she glared across the small room into the darkness. The man across from her cast forth a solemn look. Most of his face remaining obscure to the criminal across from him.

“Hello Katelyn.” He greeted her with an expectant voice.

“Why am I out of my cell?” She questioned, as if she was in the position of power. The man sighed, rubbing the side of his head with a hand.
“Katelyn, I am here to get some answers. We want to learn more about you and why you did the things you did.” He flipped through a few sheets of paper on the table in front of him. “I am Agent Haley, here to help the staff better understand you.” The man would then give his best attempt at a look of understanding. Katelyn gave a pouting expression, not buying it at all.
“Where I come from doesn’t matter…” She mutters, moving her gaze back down to her bound hands as she begins to fiddle with the cuffs.
“What if I offered you an incentive? Like leaving this place for a while…” Special Agent Haley smirked as if he had her trump card.
“I know you don’t have that authority…” Sparks of purple started to come up around her eyes as if she was readying a Psionic blast. Haley held up a hand for her to wait.
“We’ve a new program that you may be allowed to join. It will allow you outside the facility sometimes, but only if you cooperate.” The girl across from him let out a short hiss, the energy around her dissipating.

“Then let’s get this over with.” She sighed starting on with her speech.
“As a Takumi, my brother told me I was destined for power like his. No, I will not go into his details. He told me our family was cursed, but with the curse came the powers. I was extremely excited to live the easy life of a Super. It took a while before I realized I had power like his. It was then when we lost the rest of our family. If you want to know why, look into it yourself, Agent…”

“Nothing was normal from then on. Everything got worse… I had nowhere to turn anymore, I was alone, and that’s when I was sought after by one of those silly Super research labs. The staff… Were not nice to little girls That’s when I decided I was going to win this little game that was my life. I faced punishment and was the subject of ridicule, so I fixed that…”

“You killed them?” Haley asked. Katelyn simply continued without an answer.

I got into trouble for what I did… Put into a little cell. Nothing like these ones, much less secure. So I left!”

“And blew the prison up?” Haley interjected once more, recalling her file. Without any sort of acknowledgement, Katelyn continued, seemingly a bit angry due to his interruptions.

“That’s when I decided to take on the role of the Grim Reaper of New York with my powers, and no one, but a few Supers with silly morals tried to stop me. I avenged myself. I didn’t care who it was that died, just that I got away with it. My spree went on for a while, but I knew I eventually needed to go bigger. That’s when it started… My search.”

“You went after every Titan ASRF Laboratories building you could find?” Instead of continuing, Katelyn simply nodded at this. “Nearly all of the Arcane Super Research Facilities in the Eastern United States were wiped out. How did you manage that?”

“The smaller robberies and heists supplied me. It was a nice lifestyle, being free of any financial restraints or laws.” She smirked as she gazed straight into the eyes of Special Agent Haley. “Looking back, I should have seen the setup coming, alast my lust of revenge would never be quenched if I hadn’t tried.”

“Now then, Katelyn…” He stood up, beginning to organize the files in front of him as he spoke. “We will get back to you. Soon you might actually see the Sun again, that is, if you are willing to take orders like the scum you are.” The purple sparks cracked to life once more, but Katelyn was quickly contained as she started to struggle. “I am not going to be another lab rat.” The Special Agent piped up once more before exiting:

“Yes you will.”