@Master CrimThe Justice League Fallen
Name: Dr. Malacoda Zatanna (21)
Title/Alias: N/A
s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3a/7..Picture/Description: Malacoda (Coda to his friends stands) at 6”1’, with boring brown hair and eyes. He had never really cared for what his wore - yet when he met his ‘beloved’ cousin - Zatanna, she instilled in him a distressing need to ‘at least try and look nice’ - that being said he makes sure to have his hair cut once every two weeks, while having his private tailor keep up with the latest trends - and just send over new apparel when he deems style had moved on. He keeps his face clean shaven, and… by her insistence - moisturized. While this all is more of habit, than a desire - he does believe in keeping himself healthy - yet at the prospect of exercise, even the thought of it tires him out - so he just uses magic to keep in shape.
Powers/Abilities: He has memorised the majority of the arcane library, of both his line and that of the rest of his extended families. That being said, he does not actually have the ability to do many of the spells because he lacks the magical vigor or stamina to sustain them. This has never bothered him because his repertoire, and his creativity has always circumvented any need for sustained high level spells.
Teleportation
Telekinesis
Telepathy
Flight
Location spells (only within city range)
Reading any language
Understanding any language
Speaking any language
Long term light/short term heavy Elemental Manipulation
Shields
Enchanting of objects (if done over extended periods the effect becomes permanent)
etc.
Gear(optional): He carries an umbrella, that is imbued with a shield charm that can stop most physical things, and when twirled in a circle opens a portal to wherever he wishes - he can do these spells on his own, but it is much faster with the umbrella. His scarf can become halfway sentient as an extension of his own mind, and do a variety of things - such as restrict someone else, wrap around something and pull him towards it, or it towards him. The fibers at the end can serve as a hand, and pick up objects and carry it for him, when he can’t be bothered to do it himself. His leather shoes can walk on water, and are completely slip resistant.
Personality: He is a quiet man, who prefers the company of books to people. He lives a rather sedentary life, where he values his wingback chair and reading lamp more than most other people on earth. When angered, he becomes even calmer, and will offer only one tell - a slight narrowing of the eyes - which few have ever seen. He does value the opinions of the powerful and influential - however this is not an indicator of deference, but rather he sees them in his mind - as though they were but council to him being king. This confidence in his own intellect often leads to him forgetting or ignoring his physical shortcomings. He has very few friends, and only they know his more considerate side, where he might still think you a moron, but might humor you regardless.
Bio: He grew up mostly alone - his parents often spending time in other dimensions, talking to people and beings they naturally found far more interesting than their son. He of course understood this well, and had been a ‘good sport’ about it from a very young age. Thus, he meandered about the warded manor, empty of servants since everything cleaned and ordered itself for the most part. Having always had a rather retentive memory (which in his mind made up for his physical lack) - He spent the majority of his childhood memorising the many libraries in the house.
When His parents returned for his seventh birthday, They realised they might have to organise a play-date of sorts, since he had ran out of books. So for the next few years he would spend months at a time, visiting ancient witches and warlocks all over the world - learning and reading with them. It was around his fourteenth birthday that he first met his one and only Cousin - very far removed. Having been sheltered herself - she took quite a bit of interest in keeping him entertained, and was slightly discontent with just reading for most of the day - as he wanted. She would talk about her friends while she transfigured his clothing and did his hair - and prompt him to join her little League. He politely declined. She extended the offer every time they met.
Then his parents, on their 30th anniversary - decided to do something daring and open a portal into a realm no one had ever tried before. They Promptly were pulled in and never heard from again. It was rather disconcerting. Having suddenly no guardians anymore - he continued to do what he had been doing before their demise - save now he also went out, saw the great operas on all of the great stages of the world. He talked about art and physics and philosophy with University lecturers, and music with concert pianists. By his eighteenth year he had accidentally graduated from three universities - simply by showing up and sitting in lectures, and doing the work without actually having been signed in. When the administration found out, they gave him his doctorates anyway.
Now he is 21 and peacefully goes about his days - eating in fine restaurants, reading classical novels, writing academic papers and reviews, going to the opera or ballet as often as he can get tickets, all the while ignoring most of the conflict in the world and slightly missing his cousin. When at the Gotham Opera House a few days ago however, during the final movement of Liszt’s Faust Symphony - The riddler thought to intervene. Confounding most of the spectators with some trivial bit of word play, he called out the answer before the riddle could be given in it’s entirety. This pissed off the Garishly Green wearing fellow, and he tried to blow up the Building. Of course he had to be stopped, and since the Batman clearly was not going to do it… well - there is always a first time for everything. It seemed that evening it was a first for Heroics. How fun...