[OOC] Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

[Artifex]

My character is up! Let me know if I need to make any changes.

I can never find suitable pics for my characters :/

[CloudyBlueDay]

My character is up! Let me know if I need to make any changes.

I can never find suitable pics for my characters :/

@Artifex

Wonderful char, accepted!


owo?

[Artifex]

Wonderful char, accepted!


owo?

@CloudyBlueDay

That actually works...I'm gonna use it. Thanks!

[Korkoa]

Jason Grave

Name: Jason Grave

Quote: "Pain is temporary. Victory is eternal."

Alias: Turn Back or TB

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Family: Mother (Deceased), Father

Occupation: Office assistant

Appearance: Tall and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.

Jason wears business-type button-up shirts and nice ties for his day job, however once the sun sets it's a very different story. Jason changes from a 'mild-mannered' office person to a darkly-dressed vigilante. He wears a tight black shirt and loose-fit dark jeans. He wears a black glove on his right hand, and has steel-toed boots.
Method of Operation: Jason tends to leap into the middle of a fray, getting into fights with criminals at the drop of a hat. He often allows himself to be hit several times near the beginning of a fight, both to lull his opponents into a sense of security, and to build up his own power. Once he starts to fight back, he uses a folding staff to gather momentum, going for the head, the gut, the knees, any weak point he thinks he can exploit.

Superpower: Kinetic absorbtion and redistribution.

Jason has the ability to absorb and redirect and kinetic energy that he is aware of coming into contact with him. This manifests ina few different ways, as listed below.

Enhanced Stamina

By reabsorbing the energy expended while walking or running, Jason can go much further than the normal person without needing to stop for rest. This is not indefinite however, as some energy is lost with each step.

Limited Invulnerability

So long as Jason is aware of physical attacks made against him, he can absorb the energy of the blow without it harming him. This includes bullets.

Energy Storage/Redirection

Jason can store any kinetic energy absorbed within his body or any object he touches as excess potential energy, to be used as extra force. For example, if he is hit by someone, he can store the energy of that hit into his staff to hit them back with the strength of the staff, and the force they had originally hit him with.

Weaknesses

The energy conversion used by Jason is unstable, making any stored energy equally unstable. If he stores the energy for too long, it will begin to entropy, with explosively catastrophic results. This weakness enhances in both speed and power the more energy is absorbed. For example, the force of an apple hitting his head could lie dormant for weeks or months before detonating, but the power of a train could only be held for a few minutes. In addition to this, Jason is not immune to damage taken from unknown sources, he must be aware of an enemy in order to use his powers to defend himself.

Skills: Jason has learned how to fight, though not in any particular style. More the 'jump and run' tactics young gang members often use on the streets, with the major exception being: Jason doesn't run.

Jason has an above-average understanding of technology, and can familiarize himself with a new computer quite quickly.

Jason is a mediocre baseball player.

Equipment: Folding staff, tucked into a back pocket. Cell phone. Steel-toed boots. A handful of metal nuts

Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, enagaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.

Enemies, on the other hand, see a completely reversed Jason. They see someone who will sit and take a beating, any punishment they can dole out while laughing in their face. Criminals know fear as Turn Back begins to taunt them as he gets up and uses the force of their own blows to beat them senseless. Those who seek to do him harm see a cold, hard face with an icy stare before a booted sole darkens their vision, sometimes for the last time.

Biography: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.

Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.

Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.

Theme Song: TBD

Relationships: TBD

Extra: We are not normal.

[lydyn]

@CloudyBlueDay - I was hoping that there might be some spots still open? I'll have to have a real think about my girl's powers, but I also wanted to make sure before doing anything. I only have time for one role-play at the moment, so I'm just double-checking I can squeeze in. ^.-

[Blaine Crommet]

@CloudyBlueDayI was going to ask the same thing. Well, not "exactly" the same, my character would be a guy.

[Inertia]

I think you guys should go ahead and post your character sheets ^^, no limit set so far.

[CloseEnough]

Same, I wanna see your guy's characters. (And ask the question of how they would react to Aurora)

[lydyn]

Same, I wanna see your guy's characters. (And ask the question of how they would react to Aurora)

@CloseEnough

I can tell you right now how my girl would react;
• She'd find common ground with her in being a nerd (wanting to learn stuff all the time). =P
• She probably WOULD let her be independant - after all, she would realize how important that can be for those with physical disadvantages.
• She'd enjoy her soothing aura.
• She'd also very much geek out on fantasies stories and worlds with her.
• She might even develop a crush! Who knows. =P

Anyways, finally got my powers anchored, so I'll go about writing a CS. If there's no replies by the time I have something to put down, I'll just edit this post. ^.^

[Blazion]

Well hopefully I'll finally have my CS up by then so you don't have to edit your post. I swear, I take lifetimes to make CS's and opening posts since they're the most important to me. :P

Oh wait, this is already a reply anyway.

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EDIT: CS is finally done. I... I really like backstories. I'm sorry. I'll try and prune it a bit tomorrow but once I post this it is sleep time.

Also I couldn't think of a quote for her just yet so that spot is blank. As an aside, the first part of Zoey's super powers is something some GMs don't mind, others do, so it's easily removable if you don't like it. And I know, I know, shadows powers are so cliche but I have a fondness for them belonging to a superhero so I tried to spice it up!

Zoey Kasimir

Name

Zoey Kasimir

Quote

--

Alias

Reaper

Age

23

Gender

Female

Family

Father [super]. Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.

Occupation

College student.

Appearance

Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.

Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.

Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.

Method of Operation

Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.

Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.

Personality

Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?

Superpower

Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.

Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.

The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.

Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.

Skills

Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.

Equipment

Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.

First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’

Biography

As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.

It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.

Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.

It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.

Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.

When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.

It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.

‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.

It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.

As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.

Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.

Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.

Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.

“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“

“She was going to take you away from me.”

No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.

Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for college across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.

It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.

Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.

Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?

Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.

Theme Song

Love Me Dead – Ludo

Relationships

None currently.

Extra

We’re not normal, that’s for sure.

[CloudyBlueDay]

@lydyn@Blaine Crommet
Spots are still open. I am prepared to accept quite a few players.

Well hopefully I'll finally have my CS up by then so you don't have to edit your post. I swear, I take lifetimes to make CS's and opening posts since they're the most important to me. :P

Oh wait, this is already a reply anyway.

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EDIT: CS is finally done. I... I really like backstories. I'm sorry. I'll try and prune it a bit tomorrow but once I post this it is sleep time.

Also I couldn't think of a quote for her just yet so that spot is blank. As an aside, the first part of Zoey's super powers is something some GMs don't mind, others do, so it's easily removable if you don't like it. And I know, I know, shadows powers are so cliche but I have a fondness for them belonging to a superhero so I tried to spice it up!

Zoey Kasimir

Name

Zoey Kasimir

Quote

--

Alias

Reaper

Age

23

Gender

Female

Family

Father [super]. Mother, passed. Distant family otherwise.

Occupation

College student.

Appearance

Standing at 6’1’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, but thankfully isn’t so thin as to appear sickly due to her active lifestyle, leaving a fair amount of muscle packed onto her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling straight down to her mid back, though more often than not she has bangs falling into her face. Said face has rather elegant, if harsh looking features made up of sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above her grey-blue eyes. Sadly this all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’, often appearing to be judging everything about you with a single glance.

Due to her upbringing nothing she wears makes her more approachable either, her casual wear often consisting of slacks and button up shirts or high brand sleeveless tops, and sunglasses she probably spent too much on. Zoey probably doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.

Well… except one pair. Reaper’s vigilante costume is made purely to be as non-conspicuous as possible, made up of simple loose jeans, gloves, and an oversized hoodie, all in black to match the theme of course. The only thing that really makes it stand out at all in a crowd is that if anyone glanced beneath the hood Reaper is always wearing a full head balaclava, the only openings being two eye holes – though even then her eyes are constantly blacked over anyway. No skin is on show, and due to the size of the hoodie it helps hide her gender as well.

Method of Operation

Zoey is a vicious thing, and an equally dirty fighter. Since she’s often in mid to close combat she doesn’t hesitate to use cheap tricks to seal a victory, and often relies on surprise and brute strength to end a confrontation before it can truly begin. Due to the latter she isn’t highly known, though there are definitely enough whispers in the streets to gain attention. Thankfully no one seems to realize she’s a woman yet, between trying not to talk in costume and often slouching to further hide her features, which additionally puts less emphasis on her height.

Though, if it’s ever publicly found out that Reaper is a female she has so many cheesy lines ready to go.

Personality

Zoey is rather bitter and sarcastic, despite trying to appear more elegant than she is. Even with her efforts to be aloof and untouchable she can be quick to fluster or anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She’s pessimistic, and at times with her biting attitude can be a bit of a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems to care about harassing others. She’s taken to finding distractions as well and can easily focus on something completely off topic, such as thinking ‘what would I say to this mugger if I did wear a spandex superhero costume?’ while completely jumping him.
Also, since she’s had everything provided for her Zoey is a bit loose with money. She knows every dollar counts, but what’s a bit here and there?

Superpower

Zoey is for all intents and purposes a darkness elemental. The main part of being this elemental is that she can sense the same darkness in others; however no one is pure sunshine and rainbows so it acts more like a sixth sense of ‘beacons’ to people, excluding young children. In large cities it’s like being surrounded by a sea of these beacons all melding together into a gelatinous blob, only the particularly large ones such as murderers standing out in any capacity, and with concentration she can ‘separate’ those beacons approximately a block around her to pick out locations in the overall mass.

Were it only this Zoey might have her hands full with vigilante work, but thankfully that rather useless if constant part of her abilities isn’t what makes her a threat. Zoey’s specialization is the ability to solidify shadows to create things as needed, her ‘signature’ being claws made of darkness – stronger than her grip and farther than her reach. However she can also form them into other things, such as barriers that would be too weak to do more than slow a bullet but would solidly stop a body if she’s fast enough. Her father as another example could use a shadow as thin as a needle to perform minute details his hands were too large for. In terms of shadows Zoey can also perform a ‘shadowstep’ of short distances by stepping into or forming a large enough shadow to disappear into them to another. Obviously this power set is most useful at night when there’s less light sending her power source scurrying, but its’ not impossible to use them in the sunshine and light – just weaker. Even her own shadow can be used to an extent.

The last useful piece of her powers is that when concentrating, particularly in the heat of battle, Zoey feels no pain – which isn’t always a good thing as she’s as delicate as a normal human. Only her own logic at seeing her wounds would let her know when the time to retreat is, and leaves her paranoid of her back in particular.

Visually, as an elemental darkness tends to react around her. Sometimes her shadow tends to ‘wisp’ little tendrils of smoky black up and curl around her legs when she’s idle, or her eyes can be darkened to hide their color.

Skills

Zoey learned sambo martial arts when she was younger, though never really put it to any real world use until recently. She does however keep quite fit, frequenting gyms or jogging through the streets. Aside from that due to hunting trips she’s quite patient when it comes to waiting for ‘prey’, and knows some trapping techniques as well as how to handle a rifle.
Zoey also has the fantastic ability to laugh at her own jokes and not feel self-conscious about it.

Equipment

Mace – Yep, a bottle of ordinary mace. Zoey tends to forget about it since she’s so reliant upon her powers however.

First Aid Kit, including a mirror! – Because Zoey can’t feel pain until a scuffle is already over she always comes prepared in case she misses any deeper wounds, hiding a small first aid kit within the confines of her hoodie. It comes with a small make-up mirror stashed inside to check the extent of damage to her back when necessary. It’s better than wondering later on ‘why does my shoulder blade feel like dust?’

Biography

As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families their fortune truly came from her father, a talented surgeon who was rather highly sought after. He had a near hundred percent survivability on his performances, even the more dangerous ones, due to the least kept secret in his medical ward – Dr. Kasimir wasn’t a normal human.

It was within days after her birth that it became apparent Zoey took after her father, and in more than just his sharp features. He was of course overjoyed and Zoey started learning even before she could walk to use her powers, identical to his. Her mother was often playfully exasperated with her father, but for years they were a happy family unit. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.

Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.

It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, she kneeled down to pick something up and lost her balance, falling in the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Dr. Kasimir was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – the accident was even caught on surveillance camera.

Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to fall back on their savings to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to his day. He taught her more about her powers over the years, immersed himself even in her school and taught her all about how important image was. When she was older they began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap and most importantly just get to spend some time with her only parent. The hunting was scary at first, but as a darkness elemental as well her father had a distinctive beacon to her, which only became more pronounced after her mother’s death.

When it came time for her to start high school Dr. Kasimir finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well. His worry knew no bounds, he wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself. He even got her to carry mace – something she let him know she found useless. They had powers, Dad. But he insisted, and she relented. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her prowess is when the ideas started. Vigilantism. What better way to also use her abilities for good, like the man she looked up to? Her grades were decent, but definitely not enough to follow in his footsteps and be a surgeon or anything. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city. Well, what few there were anyway – Zoey lived in a good neighbourhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct via her shadowstep and going through cold cases.

It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. It was there, scrawled in the pages of an old notebook that Zoey found out why this box was in cold cases. Turns out it was a misfile due to some loose notes scrawled at the top, yet one in particular stuck out to her.

‘On video victim appears to have been yanked forward’.

It was such a small thing. Obviously it went no where, there was no one around to yank her forward – it was even on video so the half-hearted scribble was discarded. On video. A video sitting in the box, dusty and unseen for years. Something Zoey never wanted to see in her life if she could help it. And one, stupid, mistaken note had her taking it out to see for herself.

As soon as the video started Zoey knew it was a bad idea, but like a train wreck couldn’t tear her eyes away. When her mother kneeled on the sidewalk to pick up her dropped wallet Zoey knew exactly what was coming and finally averted her gaze from watching her mother’s expression on the grainy video as she pitched forward. That’s how Zoey saw it.

Rewind. Watch. Rewind. Watch. Zoom in – the grain stayed but so did the darkening pixels around her mother’s wrist in the old surveillance video. As Zoey’s mother grabbed onto the wallet that had fallen just off the sidewalk something barely seen wrapped around her wrist, and from the motion of her body pulled her forward. It was such a tiny detail, it was no wonder no one picked up on it – most would probably even dismiss it as bad picture quality. It was impossible for anyone to have pulled her forward after all.

Anyone except someone who had the ability to solidify shadows.

Denial set in quickly, and as quick as Zoey could shove everything back together and back in place she was out of the precinct – and out of the city. The constant shadow stepping had her exhausted but she ended up in the grounds her father took her to every year. Hours after the sun went down he found her, and despite all the denial, the rationalization, as soon as Zoey saw him it came pouring out. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.

“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-“

“She was going to take you away from me.”

No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. He had asked her what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he murdered his wife. There was only one thing he was adamant about – he was the only one in the family with these abilities.

Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey found herself applying for college across the country and subsequently moving on getting acceptance. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was easy after all. For a few years she kept her head down, didn’t show her powers and almost grew to resent them. More than that she grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she grew to resent the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.

It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.

Nearing the end of her degree Zoey is finally back into vigilantism. She couldn’t stay away from it in this city. Here though there’s no precinct trawls needed, as Reaper finds crime whenever they go looking. Subtlety is needed, of course – who else in this world is a known darkness elemental? Confidentiality is key.

Which is why Zoey finds herself considering outright bolting from the city as her mouse hovered over the delete button of her email, looking at this message from the infamous Ditch. Why risk her identity? Why risk anything when it’d be so easy to pick up and leave?

Well, maybe it was time to redeem the darkened path.

Theme Song

Love Me Dead – Ludo

Relationships

None currently.

Extra

We’re not normal, that’s for sure.

@Blazion

That was a wonderful read. I've just got one thing. Umbra is a darkness elemental. xDDD

I'm quite interested to see how two people with the same ability will clash. Umbra uses his abilities differently anyway. If you're cool, I'm cool.

[Inertia]

@CloudyBlueDay

Did ya miss @Korkoa's character sheet?

Edit:
Just read your CS @Blazion, amazing freakin' character man :o, I dig the background.

Now I'm very curious at how big the 'darkness' she can sense from my character Levi!

[CloudyBlueDay]

@CloudyBlueDay

Did ya miss @Korkoa's character sheet?

@Inertia

Oh!! I did! Thanks for letting me know! I will get to reading that.

[lydyn]

The Black Rose

"Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what."

I N F O R M A T I O N

Alias: The Black Rose
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Family: Mother; Jasmine Faye (Deceased), Father; Richard Faye (Deceased), Brother; Jason Faye (Estranged), Sister; Jessica Faye (Estranged)
Occupation: Former Librarian Assistant
Appearance: During her causal wear, she tends to dress with a cross between functional and very feminine, often wearing shorter skirts with leggings and loose-fitting shirts. She also tends to favor black fingerless gloves, regardless if she's in her outfit or not, also pairing a unique look with a pair of boots (though they are often tied tighter than most styles). While at night patrolling the streets, she dresses in a black outfit and speaks volumes about freedom of movement compared to anything that might deemed protective. Most notably it includes a longer jacket as well as a cowl to keep her face mostly hidden, which is tied in a specific way to keep it from falling backwards. (Picture: but imagine replacing all the belts with actual cloth/leather)

P O W E R S

Method of Operation: Melrose is fairly well known as a vigilante, striking mostly during the night hours, with a hidden identity, and less than lawful methods. Still, she is known to be one of the more morally-focused ones, avoiding any deaths whenever possible. Her range of duties, as it were, essentially range from anything that catches her eye - from simply store robberies to challenging entire gangs and even some of the more organized crime. Because of this, so is less welcomed in the criminal underworld and has earned the nickname, "The Black Rose," something to signify her femininity but also the fear and hatred they have for her - some even call her "The Black Widow" out of anger. Otherwise she is known more so for her close-combat style and seemingly inability to be hit or captured, even when an entire gang is loaded with automatic weapons - not to say she always wins.
Superpower:
Adaptable Prediction & Intuitive Aptitude
Melrose's powers are specifically geared towards combat and skill oriented situations. Unlike many others, her abilities seem less fantastical, unable to conjure or manipulate elements, teleport, throw cars, or communicate with technology. Instead she has a particular set that allows her to:
• Interpret and predict enemy attacks and react to the incoming attack, brush off or avoid the incoming attacks even from dead angles.
• Instantly learn and understand the complexity and exactness of organisms, objects, subjects, fields, powers, etc. The normal requirements for this is either her direct interaction with said object, etc. or a more detailed description of the area.
• Retain most learned information very well - though not perfectly. Still, it only takes a moment to relearn something she may have forgotten.
• Have peak stamina & strength (for a woman), her body's way of compensating for her learning ability, giving her the chance to use any and all of her skills. This never diminishes.

Weaknesses are despite her ability to predict, she can still find herself in situations where she is outnumbered and outgunned, forcing her to retreat. She also can't react to something that is much faster than her (namely super speeds or highly enhanced speed). Otherwise, while she can instantly learn skills and movements from just seeing them, she cannot copy supernatural powers, only gleam information from them. Not to mention, she has no supernatural offensive or defensive capabilities herself.

Skills:
• Master Martial Artist. Knows various styles, letting her mix-match her attacks into her own unique style - usually focused on avoidance until she can make quick, powerful blows.
• Other Martial Skills, including: Blades, Bows, Throwing Knives, Handguns, Automatic Weapons, & Shotguns.
• Lockpicking.
• Expert Acrobatics & Free-running.
• Stealth Techniques
• Other Skills non-relating to her night "outings."
Equipment: Her equipment is mostly her outfit, lockpicks for physical locks (no keypads or such), throwing knives, and a pair of daggers.

P E R S O N A

Personality: Melrose is an interesting sort. It isn't often that you find a vigilante that is willing to bloody her hands and still be a complete nerd when it comes to fantasy and sci-fi stories, though it might be more accurate to say she is a believer of heroics than just a normal fangirl. So it's no surprise that she is a natural introvert and tends to keep to herself more often than not during large gatherings, yet she had developed enough social skills and initiative to approach others - sometimes. Melrose can still be very shy during certain situations, especially if it's around another woman she happens to have a crush on, but in spite of this quality she is still a very determined, driven individual. However her ability to learn anything can (and has) often come across to others as arrogance, when in reality, she is simply stating or relating facts - or at least that's her intention.

To some, it might be a surprise when they find out how confident she truly can be, especially in the face of danger. Of course her powers assist with this, but even with them, most people tend to see her more or less among those who are normal humans - though with a genius-level intellect (despite that she is not). Coupling with this is a unique mixture of naive idealism and absolute resolve, giving way to a woman that will do practically anything to help her city.

The other part of her personality, in more causal settings, is one of a friendly if a bit quiet woman. She tends to enjoy more relaxing activities such as reading books, watching movies, discussions, and [admittedly] video gaming. She is also a romantic at heart and even though she is generally unhopeful of the future, she still keeps her eyes out for the woman that she might call her own.

Biography: Born to the higher-end neighborhoods of Millennium City, she had known a financially secure childhood with plenty of books and games to spare. However her childhood was a lonely one, with her mother having passed at childbirth and her father being away on business almost all of the time. Instead she was raised by several nannys, none of which stayed long enough to form an actual true bond, which resulted in feelings of abandonment. It did not help that she didn't get along with most other children, mostly because she would cry too much.

Drawing upon her teenage years, she was both instantly aware and confused by her own self. Most of the girls were giggling and flirting with boys and while most of them pitied her for not getting many admirers, she felt it was a blessing. Nothing about the boys interested her, but she found some confusion that the girls did. Thankfully, she had always been the intelligent type and caught on quickly - she was lesbian. Unlike most in her situation, due to her unpopularity, she wasn't harassed much for being that way. Of course it also resulted in even deeper feelings of loneliness and depression, but she pushed on regardless, alone.

When she finally made it to the college stage of her life, her father paid for the entirety of it without a second thought, and without a care for what she wanted to do. Having grown up around books and games, she felt most comfortable in a library - surrounded by lore of all types. So she decided to try and get a Master's in Librarian Science. Meanwhile, to starve the boredum away (since she had all the money), she took a position at the college library as an assistant and being practical, made sure it could pay for her apartment and bills. As fate would have it, it wasn't four months after her position that she came to find out that her father had died during a gun fight... with the police. It quickly came to light that he was a criminal lord and had fought to his last breathe. Unsurprisingly, Melrose felt little of his passing, since he had practically become a stranger to her. However her anger towards his chosen lifestyle lead her to the delay of his will, refusing the money left behind, calling it 'dirty and bloody.'

Her powers later manifested themselves as she was upgrading her computer - of all things. It did so quietly and without fuss, as she was installing another stick of RAM, she found herself toggling switches on the motherboard, booting up BIOs and overclocking her desktop without so much as a single mistake. Afterwards, she could only sit there, staring at the screen before finally asking herself, "how the hell did I just do that?" This continued on for another week, as she picked up skill after skill of varying degrees, from cooking, cleaning, fixing her door, and even stopping to explain to a stock broker advanced techniques of the market holdings. Before she knew it, she was looking down at the face of fate.

All her life she had been awed and wooed by the heroics weaved by fantasy tales and there was something deep inside her that wished she could've been born with powers, with the ability to walk the streets and help those in tough situations, to at the very least bring down the crime rate so families felt safe. Finally, she had that opportunity. Not only a month after she had turned her father's will away, she was back asking for the money again, knowing she would need it if she was going to focus on this task - or at the very least, feeling it was needed to redeem where the money had come from. The rest, learning of her predicting, and stamina, and strength, simply came to her over time as she was forced into dangerous scenarios. It's been a year now and she's known as The Black Rose.
Theme Song: Holding out for a Hero
Relationships: N/A
Extra: Besides still being a nerd with heroic ideals, I feel it's important to point out that pretty much no one knows that her being 'smart' IS one of her powers.
"We're not normal." -Unknown

Done!~

[Inertia]

The Black Rose

"Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what."

I N F O R M A T I O N

Alais: The Black Rose
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Family: Mother; Jasmine Faye (Deceased), Father; Richard Faye (Deceased), Brother; Jason Faye (Estranged), Sister; Jessica Faye (Estranged)
Occupation: Former Librarian Assistant
Appearance: During her causal wear, she tends to dress with a cross between functional and very feminine, often wearing shorter skirts with leggings and loose-fitting shirts. She also tends to favor black fingerless gloves, regardless if she's in her outfit or not, also pairing a unique look with a pair of boots (though they are often tied tighter than most styles). While at night patrolling the streets, she dresses in a black outfit and speaks volumes about freedom of movement compared to anything that might deemed protective. Most notably it includes a longer jacket as well as a cowl to keep her face mostly hidden, which is tied in a specific way to keep it from falling backwards. (Picture: but imagine replacing all the belts with actual cloth/leather)

P O W E R S

Method of Operation: Melrose is fairly well known as a vigilante, striking mostly during the night hours, with a hidden identity, and less than lawful methods. Still, she is known to be one of the more morally-focused ones, avoiding any deaths whenever possible. Her range of duties, as it were, essentially range from anything that catches her eye - from simply store robberies to challenging entire gangs and even some of the more organized crime. Because of this, so is less welcomed in the criminal underworld and has earned the nickname, "The Black Rose," something to signify her femininity but also the fear and hatred they have for her - some even call her "The Black Widow" out of anger. Otherwise she is known more so for her close-combat style and seemingly inability to be hit, even when an entire gang is loaded with automatic weapons - not to say she always wins.
Superpower:
Adaptable Prediction & Muscle Memory
Melrose's powers are specifically geared towards combat and skill oriented situations. Unlike many others, her abilities seem less fantastical, unable to conjure or manipulate elements, teleport, throw cars, or communicate with technology. Instead she has a particular set that allows her to: interpret and predict enemy attacks and react to the incoming attack, brush off or avoid the incoming attacks even from dead angles; can copy any movement/action after seeing it performed once, including acrobatics, martial arts, and other physical stunts; have enhanced stamina.

Weaknesses are that she is limited by the human body - if the human body cannot naturally accomplish a physical skill, then she cannot copy it. She also can't copy any supernatural powers. Despite her ability to predict, she can still find herself in situations where she is outnumbered and outgunned, forcing her to retreat. She also can't react to something that is much faster than her (namely super speeds or highly enhanced speed).
Skills:
• Master Martial Artist. Knows various styles, letting her mix-match her attacks into her own unique style - usually focused on avoidance until she can make quick, powerful blows.
• Other Martial Skills, including: Blades, Bows, Throwing Knives, Handguns, Automatic Weapons, & Shotguns.
• Lockpicking.
• Expert Acrobatics & Free-running.
• Stealth Techniques: Journeyman level.
• Other Skills non-relating to her night "outings."
Equipment: Her equipment is mostly her outfit, lockpicks for physical locks (no keypads or such), throwing knives, and a pair of daggers.

P E R S O N A

Personality:
Biography:
Theme Song:
Relationships:
Extra:
"We're not normal." -Unknown

I'm in the process of completing it - I promise! I just felt better posting what I have so far. Hope you guys enjoy the read so far. ^.^

@lydyn

Impressive read (so far) as usual Lydyn ^^

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Ayy @CloudyBlueDay are there gonna be character relations sheets, basically, sheets with how their relationship is or maybe even their first impression?

It'd be amazing, everyone's characters are pretty unique imo.
Something like this maybe? Just a template I pulled out from an rp I am in haha.
[/hider]

Eg Relations

Kyuuten Rallis - "That scamp? He's one of our better youngsters when he's not messing around, and I'm proud to call him part of the guild! With his drive and his impressive magic, he'll go far, but he still has a long way to go. Still, he's been nicer to Ceri since I had a 'talk' to him, so he's clearly more mature than he sometimes comes off as..."

Ceri - "Ceri? She's the cutest person ever, right?! When she said she'd join my team I couldn't contain myself, I just had to pick her up and hug her! We've become very close since then and she's one of my two super cute little sisters. She has a lot of potential if she'd only get her confidence up a little, her missions with me have proven that without a doubt, and I have high hopes for her yet!"

Allison Levinhart - "Ahhh, my rival in the spotlight! I love Ally, though I can't deny we've had our heated moments in the past. I couldn't imagine the guild without her boisterous nature, and she really lights up the town when she's around. I also enjoy occasionally teaming up with her to mercilessly pick on Odinn for being too lazy for his own good. As for combat, she's stronger than most people expect; her magic may be flashy, but it's also extremely effective, which is a fact that many of her fans overlook."

Odinn Wierike - "HAH! Odinn? Good luck getting his lazy ass of his barstool, let alone out the door! I swear he'd live on the floor of the barroom if I'd let him, just to save himself from having to walk to his room! God, if we could trade powers I'd go and do all the jobs he should be doing FOR him, but he just doesn't seem to appreciate the overwhelming power he has. It's good that he's a nice person though, because a power like that would be truly scary in the hands of a bad person; I don't think I'd ever be able to take him in a proper fight..."

Klisa Bay - "My other super cute and adorable sister! She's much better at dealing with people than Ceri is, but she still doesn't like the spotlight much, so I do my best to take it for her. We've been close for a while now, so I've got to know her pretty well, particularly since we formed a team. She certainly has a lot of expectations to live up to as a Dragon Slayer though, but I'm sure she has the potential to fulfill them if she keeps trying as hard as she is; I'm super proud of her progress! Also, she's too embarrassed to admit it, but she TOTALLY has the hots for Ceri, which would be the cutest thing EVER!"

Ria Tsurara - "Oh, Ria? I dunno, we've never really got along, not that I haven't tried! She's always been strong though, and she certainly never needed any support from me (or anyone else either to be honest). Still, it's very hard not to know about her, given her boundless energy and talkativeness, so I guess I'm not really telling you anything you haven't heard from her already."

Hans Grimm - "He's a newcomer to the guild, so I don't really know him that well, but he seems to be trying his best, and I totally support him for that. He also makes me laugh with his pranks and his genuinely atrocious puns, and he's generally very kind to Ceri and Klisa, which definitely wins him brownie points in my book. He's far more mature than his age would suggest, so I'll never be able to see him as a little brother, but I hope to get to know him better and truly accept him into the family of the guild! Though he does seem to do an excellent job of making himself scarce whenever my Mirror of the Soul comes out..."

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Travis Ziegler - "Travis...? Oh! I remember him! When I first met him he and a couple guild mates were brawling in one of the town with some of our newer members; I intervened and put ALL of their butts on the cobblestone, Harpy and Golem alike! I do remember that his magic was impressive for a newbie, but he still had a very long way to go. I also seem to recall that during the dressing-down that I gave the brawlers, he seemed to be particularly disturbed and distracted by the Mirror of the Soul that I confronted them all with. I wonder what he saw..."

Sun A. Platinna - "Heh, Sunny, he's an interesting character. I don't get the obsession with guns, though I can certainly respect his strength; I'd sure be interested to see how a match between us would go! Still, I've noticed him making weird eyes at Ceri and even sometimes Klisa, and Ceri always hides behind me when she sees him. If he so much as touches the hem of either of their cloaks, I will kick his sorry ass into next week, and damn the consequences!"

Rei Miyamoto - "Solus? He's a bit scary sometimes isn't he! I've been friends of some sort with him for forever though, since we grew up here together. The whole incident with his guardian during the attack was tragic, and while I did my best to take care of him and cheer him up, there wasn't much I could do for him at the time. I'm sad that he chose to join Golem's Hand, though I can see why he would, and it's good that it didn't put too much of a divide between us; when we meet up we still chat like old times! He's a very genuine person when he's talking to you, and it's certainly a fact that nobody can doubt his skill, particularly given his commitment to improving himself! I just hope that some day he will choose to use his experiences to help me mend the rift between our guilds."

Amaterasu Lee - "A menace. I truly don't understand how she's managed to avoid serious trouble for as long as she has, what with the number of people around the town that she's burned. No matter who reprimands her, her apologies always come off hollow, and I've seen first hand the glee in her eyes. Fortunately, she's not hurt anyone seriously yet, but I think it's only a matter of time..."

Kyvirn Xaesos - "Kyvirn is a worthy rival in this city, and his magic is certainly flashy enough to challenge mine when it comes to spectacle! Due to the guild divide we've never really gotten close since he seems so reticent to talk to people. Then again, sometimes I've seen him in the distance chatting very easily to people, perhaps he just doesn't like me or has something to hide? Still, he seems to be a good kid, so I have nothing bad to say about him!"

Vega Ashworth - "Ehhhhhhh?! That scumbag?! He's practically the worst of the lot! Self-centered doesn't even go halfway to describing that jerk! The way he treats people around him, and particularly my guild family, is thoroughly disgusting. What kind of moron asks to join a guild by beating up its members until the S-class mages rock up anyway???

He's one of the few people in this town that I've never tried to be friendly with, because it was clear from the start that it would make no difference. I hope that one day my guildmates and I can teach him a lesson in respect, but until then I'm keeping my dear sweet sisters as far away from this jerk as I can!"

Of course we can make it optional, but i'll do it cause its fun :]

[CloudyBlueDay]

Jason Grave

Name: Jason Grave

Quote: "Pain is temporary. Victory is eternal."

Alias: Turn Back or TB

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Family: Mother (Deceased), Father

Occupation: Office assistant

Appearance: Tall and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.

Jason wears business-type button-up shirts and nice ties for his day job, however once the sun sets it's a very different story. Jason changes from a 'mild-mannered' office person to a darkly-dressed vigilante. He wears a tight black shirt and loose-fit dark jeans. He wears a black glove on his right hand, and has steel-toed boots.
Method of Operation: Jason tends to leap into the middle of a fray, getting into fights with criminals at the drop of a hat. He often allows himself to be hit several times near the beginning of a fight, both to lull his opponents into a sense of security, and to build up his own power. Once he starts to fight back, he uses a folding staff to gather momentum, going for the head, the gut, the knees, any weak point he thinks he can exploit.

Superpower: Kinetic absorbtion and redistribution.

Jason has the ability to absorb and redirect and kinetic energy that he is aware of coming into contact with him. This manifests ina few different ways, as listed below.

Enhanced Stamina

By reabsorbing the energy expended while walking or running, Jason can go much further than the normal person without needing to stop for rest. This is not indefinite however, as some energy is lost with each step.

Limited Invulnerability

So long as Jason is aware of physical attacks made against him, he can absorb the energy of the blow without it harming him. This includes bullets.

Energy Storage/Redirection

Jason can store any kinetic energy absorbed within his body or any object he touches as excess potential energy, to be used as extra force. For example, if he is hit by someone, he can store the energy of that hit into his staff to hit them back with the strength of the staff, and the force they had originally hit him with.

Weaknesses

The energy conversion used by Jason is unstable, making any stored energy equally unstable. If he stores the energy for too long, it will begin to entropy, with explosively catastrophic results. This weakness enhances in both speed and power the more energy is absorbed. For example, the force of an apple hitting his head could lie dormant for weeks or months before detonating, but the power of a train could only be held for a few minutes. In addition to this, Jason is not immune to damage taken from unknown sources, he must be aware of an enemy in order to use his powers to defend himself.

Skills: Jason has learned how to fight, though not in any particular style. More the 'jump and run' tactics young gang members often use on the streets, with the major exception being: Jason doesn't run.

Jason has an above-average understanding of technology, and can familiarize himself with a new computer quite quickly.

Jason is a mediocre baseball player.

Equipment: Folding staff, tucked into a back pocket. Cell phone. Steel-toed boots. A handful of metal nuts

Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, enagaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.

Enemies, on the other hand, see a completely reversed Jason. They see someone who will sit and take a beating, any punishment they can dole out while laughing in their face. Criminals know fear as Turn Back begins to taunt them as he gets up and uses the force of their own blows to beat them senseless. Those who seek to do him harm see a cold, hard face with an icy stare before a booted sole darkens their vision, sometimes for the last time.

Biography: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.

Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.

Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.

Theme Song: TBD

Relationships: TBD

Extra: We are not normal.

@Korkoa

Nicely done! You're good to go too!

The Black Rose

"Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what."

I N F O R M A T I O N

Alais: The Black Rose
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Family: Mother; Jasmine Faye (Deceased), Father; Richard Faye (Deceased), Brother; Jason Faye (Estranged), Sister; Jessica Faye (Estranged)
Occupation: Former Librarian Assistant
Appearance: During her causal wear, she tends to dress with a cross between functional and very feminine, often wearing shorter skirts with leggings and loose-fitting shirts. She also tends to favor black fingerless gloves, regardless if she's in her outfit or not, also pairing a unique look with a pair of boots (though they are often tied tighter than most styles). While at night patrolling the streets, she dresses in a black outfit and speaks volumes about freedom of movement compared to anything that might deemed protective. Most notably it includes a longer jacket as well as a cowl to keep her face mostly hidden, which is tied in a specific way to keep it from falling backwards. (Picture: but imagine replacing all the belts with actual cloth/leather)

P O W E R S

Method of Operation: Melrose is fairly well known as a vigilante, striking mostly during the night hours, with a hidden identity, and less than lawful methods. Still, she is known to be one of the more morally-focused ones, avoiding any deaths whenever possible. Her range of duties, as it were, essentially range from anything that catches her eye - from simply store robberies to challenging entire gangs and even some of the more organized crime. Because of this, so is less welcomed in the criminal underworld and has earned the nickname, "The Black Rose," something to signify her femininity but also the fear and hatred they have for her - some even call her "The Black Widow" out of anger. Otherwise she is known more so for her close-combat style and seemingly inability to be hit, even when an entire gang is loaded with automatic weapons - not to say she always wins.
Superpower:
Adaptable Prediction & Muscle Memory
Melrose's powers are specifically geared towards combat and skill oriented situations. Unlike many others, her abilities seem less fantastical, unable to conjure or manipulate elements, teleport, throw cars, or communicate with technology. Instead she has a particular set that allows her to: interpret and predict enemy attacks and react to the incoming attack, brush off or avoid the incoming attacks even from dead angles; can copy any movement/action after seeing it performed once, including acrobatics, martial arts, and other physical stunts; have enhanced stamina.

Weaknesses are that she is limited by the human body - if the human body cannot naturally accomplish a physical skill, then she cannot copy it. She also can't copy any supernatural powers. Despite her ability to predict, she can still find herself in situations where she is outnumbered and outgunned, forcing her to retreat. She also can't react to something that is much faster than her (namely super speeds or highly enhanced speed).
Skills:
• Master Martial Artist. Knows various styles, letting her mix-match her attacks into her own unique style - usually focused on avoidance until she can make quick, powerful blows.
• Other Martial Skills, including: Blades, Bows, Throwing Knives, Handguns, Automatic Weapons, & Shotguns.
• Lockpicking.
• Expert Acrobatics & Free-running.
• Stealth Techniques: Journeyman level.
• Other Skills non-relating to her night "outings."
Equipment: Her equipment is mostly her outfit, lockpicks for physical locks (no keypads or such), throwing knives, and a pair of daggers.

P E R S O N A

Personality:
Biography:
Theme Song:
Relationships:
Extra:
"We're not normal." -Unknown

I'm in the process of completing it - I promise! I just felt better posting what I have so far. Hope you guys enjoy the read so far. ^.^

@lydyn

Though I know you aren't finished yet, I might urge you to change your power. It's basically just being a master of combat, you might want something a little bit more powerful and flashy. We're going against powerful people and in some cases your combat can be rendered useless.

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Impressive read (so far) as usual Lydyn ^^

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Ayy @CloudyBlueDay are there gonna be character relations sheets, basically, sheets with how their relationship is or maybe even their first impression?

It'd be amazing, everyone's characters are pretty unique imo.
Something like this maybe? Just a template I pulled out from an rp I am in haha.
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Eg Relations

Kyuuten Rallis - "That scamp? He's one of our better youngsters when he's not messing around, and I'm proud to call him part of the guild! With his drive and his impressive magic, he'll go far, but he still has a long way to go. Still, he's been nicer to Ceri since I had a 'talk' to him, so he's clearly more mature than he sometimes comes off as..."

Ceri - "Ceri? She's the cutest person ever, right?! When she said she'd join my team I couldn't contain myself, I just had to pick her up and hug her! We've become very close since then and she's one of my two super cute little sisters. She has a lot of potential if she'd only get her confidence up a little, her missions with me have proven that without a doubt, and I have high hopes for her yet!"

Allison Levinhart - "Ahhh, my rival in the spotlight! I love Ally, though I can't deny we've had our heated moments in the past. I couldn't imagine the guild without her boisterous nature, and she really lights up the town when she's around. I also enjoy occasionally teaming up with her to mercilessly pick on Odinn for being too lazy for his own good. As for combat, she's stronger than most people expect; her magic may be flashy, but it's also extremely effective, which is a fact that many of her fans overlook."

Odinn Wierike - "HAH! Odinn? Good luck getting his lazy ass of his barstool, let alone out the door! I swear he'd live on the floor of the barroom if I'd let him, just to save himself from having to walk to his room! God, if we could trade powers I'd go and do all the jobs he should be doing FOR him, but he just doesn't seem to appreciate the overwhelming power he has. It's good that he's a nice person though, because a power like that would be truly scary in the hands of a bad person; I don't think I'd ever be able to take him in a proper fight..."

Klisa Bay - "My other super cute and adorable sister! She's much better at dealing with people than Ceri is, but she still doesn't like the spotlight much, so I do my best to take it for her. We've been close for a while now, so I've got to know her pretty well, particularly since we formed a team. She certainly has a lot of expectations to live up to as a Dragon Slayer though, but I'm sure she has the potential to fulfill them if she keeps trying as hard as she is; I'm super proud of her progress! Also, she's too embarrassed to admit it, but she TOTALLY has the hots for Ceri, which would be the cutest thing EVER!"

Ria Tsurara - "Oh, Ria? I dunno, we've never really got along, not that I haven't tried! She's always been strong though, and she certainly never needed any support from me (or anyone else either to be honest). Still, it's very hard not to know about her, given her boundless energy and talkativeness, so I guess I'm not really telling you anything you haven't heard from her already."

Hans Grimm - "He's a newcomer to the guild, so I don't really know him that well, but he seems to be trying his best, and I totally support him for that. He also makes me laugh with his pranks and his genuinely atrocious puns, and he's generally very kind to Ceri and Klisa, which definitely wins him brownie points in my book. He's far more mature than his age would suggest, so I'll never be able to see him as a little brother, but I hope to get to know him better and truly accept him into the family of the guild! Though he does seem to do an excellent job of making himself scarce whenever my Mirror of the Soul comes out..."

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Travis Ziegler - "Travis...? Oh! I remember him! When I first met him he and a couple guild mates were brawling in one of the town with some of our newer members; I intervened and put ALL of their butts on the cobblestone, Harpy and Golem alike! I do remember that his magic was impressive for a newbie, but he still had a very long way to go. I also seem to recall that during the dressing-down that I gave the brawlers, he seemed to be particularly disturbed and distracted by the Mirror of the Soul that I confronted them all with. I wonder what he saw..."

Sun A. Platinna - "Heh, Sunny, he's an interesting character. I don't get the obsession with guns, though I can certainly respect his strength; I'd sure be interested to see how a match between us would go! Still, I've noticed him making weird eyes at Ceri and even sometimes Klisa, and Ceri always hides behind me when she sees him. If he so much as touches the hem of either of their cloaks, I will kick his sorry ass into next week, and damn the consequences!"

Rei Miyamoto - "Solus? He's a bit scary sometimes isn't he! I've been friends of some sort with him for forever though, since we grew up here together. The whole incident with his guardian during the attack was tragic, and while I did my best to take care of him and cheer him up, there wasn't much I could do for him at the time. I'm sad that he chose to join Golem's Hand, though I can see why he would, and it's good that it didn't put too much of a divide between us; when we meet up we still chat like old times! He's a very genuine person when he's talking to you, and it's certainly a fact that nobody can doubt his skill, particularly given his commitment to improving himself! I just hope that some day he will choose to use his experiences to help me mend the rift between our guilds."

Amaterasu Lee - "A menace. I truly don't understand how she's managed to avoid serious trouble for as long as she has, what with the number of people around the town that she's burned. No matter who reprimands her, her apologies always come off hollow, and I've seen first hand the glee in her eyes. Fortunately, she's not hurt anyone seriously yet, but I think it's only a matter of time..."

Kyvirn Xaesos - "Kyvirn is a worthy rival in this city, and his magic is certainly flashy enough to challenge mine when it comes to spectacle! Due to the guild divide we've never really gotten close since he seems so reticent to talk to people. Then again, sometimes I've seen him in the distance chatting very easily to people, perhaps he just doesn't like me or has something to hide? Still, he seems to be a good kid, so I have nothing bad to say about him!"

Vega Ashworth - "Ehhhhhhh?! That scumbag?! He's practically the worst of the lot! Self-centered doesn't even go halfway to describing that jerk! The way he treats people around him, and particularly my guild family, is thoroughly disgusting. What kind of moron asks to join a guild by beating up its members until the S-class mages rock up anyway???

He's one of the few people in this town that I've never tried to be friendly with, because it was clear from the start that it would make no difference. I hope that one day my guildmates and I can teach him a lesson in respect, but until then I'm keeping my dear sweet sisters as far away from this jerk as I can!"

Of course we can make it optional, but i'll do it cause its fun :]

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That's what I wanted us to do, yes! I was waiting to close up the RP, but you can actually go ahead and start doing that with the other players. ^-^

I'll just be over here.. with my secret character.. that I cannot make relationships with.. ;w;

[lydyn]

Though I know you aren't finished yet, I might urge you to change your power. It's basically just being a master of combat, you might want something a little bit more powerful and flashy. We're going against powerful people and in some cases your combat can be rendered useless.

@CloudyBlueDay

Oh dear... and here I was making sure she wasn't too overpowered. What do you suggest then? o.o I'd rather like to keep her current abilities if possible... but, uh, what would compliment them and still be considered powerful enough?

[CloudyBlueDay]

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Oh dear... and here I was making sure she wasn't too overpowered. What do you suggest then? o.o I'd rather like to keep her current abilities if possible... but, uh, what would compliment them and still be considered powerful enough?

@lydyn

Pfff! I appreciate you trying not to be overpowered. <3 xD

This is totally the part where I would suggest power mimicry. But. I banned that.
How about instead of Muscle Mimicry, you call it Knowledge Replication. You can gain or replicate knowledge from anything, from fighting styles to languages, etc. To compliment this you could have almost perfect memory. But once again, these aren't flashy powers. You could easily be the team stratician, but then I would wonder, if you're simply a stratician, how would you fare as your own vigilante?

That's one idea you can play around with, I'll get back to you with some more.

[lydyn]

@CloudyBlueDay - Not sure what stratician is? Did you mean statistician? =P In either case, I don't really mind not having flashy powers... in fact, I almost prefer abilities and powers based on knowledge and perception (hence my choices). Of course, I'm still not sure how replicating the knowledge to hack will help her against Mr. Gravity (if they were to fight) or someone like Thor... or something. It really wouldn't. xD I wasn't aware we were on that level.

[Blaine Crommet]

@CloudyBlueDay Following @lydyn's example, I'm posting what I have so far as well, just to show I'm on it :) Let me know what you think.

My Hider

Name: Eric Engelson
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:

My Hider

Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a year ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.

He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.

Method of Operation: (working on it)

Superpower:

My Hider

Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well.

Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body as well, but this requires a high amount of concentration, and has not been able to do so far in an intense situation.

Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.

Haunt : (working on it)

Skills: (working on it)

Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.

Personality: (workin on it)

Biography: (working on it)

Theme Song: Shaman's Harvest - In Chains

Relationships: TBD

Extra: We're NOT normal.