Yurel screeched to a halt as Sauron roared out at the crowd of his minions, unable to make any counterpoint about who did or did not like crunchy bits. Over the mass of others, he could very clearly see how little meat was left on the aptanoth, and he found himself unduly upset by this notion. Oh, he could just hear Tik and Tak laughing at him once he got back.
Then again, since Sauron had just called Yurel and Scrap to take off with him at all, that was an opportunity. An opportunity for awesomeness! Maybe. 'Coming, sir!' Yurel barked, glancing briefly yet longingly at the aptanoth's skeleton before following on after Scrap and Sauron. And as they headed out of the nest, he thought about how Tik and Tak would surely be made to eat their words once the trio came back from their hunting trip. Speaking of which...
'Sir, are we hunting for anything specific this time?' Yurel asked, suitably submissive as to be respectful, but not so much as to appear weak. This particular tone of voice was tough to pull off properly, at times, but he'd practiced it many times before, and he was pretty sure Sauron was in a decent mood right now. Else, why would he want to go out on a second hunt today?
@BCTheEntity Ice Pezz is a she. But thank you for assuming her gender.
Kidding, but seriously she is a she.
@BCTheEntity hello hello :) very nice to meet you! I am a she and have written with a few that have or are currently participating in this rp:) your name even looks familiar to me :) I’ve been a bit Mia the past yearish or 2?
Whup, sorry about the incorrect gender. I don't recall seeing you around, honestly, but I imagine you're probably good at writing, and you seem to generally be a nice person. If something comes to me about past interactions between us, though, I'll bring it up.
Hmph. At least she wasn’t a total rookie, then. Sadly, in explaining her power in such depth, she was making the same rookie mistake he had... though, it occurred to him now, perhaps another member of their group being taken by the PRT at this point would simply lead to their receiving more detail on everybody’s powers anyway. Besides, they potentially knew what his power was, but if they did, what could they do to counter it? Pull in a second Thinker, perhaps, and even then he still had his own combat skills going for him.
‘Thank you, Alloy,’ he murmured, nodding once her explanation was done. ‘That’s quite useful to know... I imagine you’ll be very capable on the front line of a fight.’ A profligate armoured soldier, of course, but equally a very potent electrical conductor, well-suited to stun or, if need be, kill her opponents fairly easily. She'd do well to round out the gap Heartless left in their group. After another moment of thought, he stepped forward and offered his own hand for her to shake. If he was trying to be a leader, then shouldn’t he act like one?
‘For the record,’ he noted, since it happened to be relevant, ‘if you like cute girls, I’m sure you’ll love Whimsy. Just be aware of her age.’ Did he care if they did anything with one another? Not really. He imagined Alloy might have an issue with Sofia being underage, of course, but they were both big enough girls to hunt people down for their abilities and fend off more dangerous villains than themselves, so he wasn’t going to get in their way if something blossomed between them.
Name: Chad Belton Alias: None yet. Age: 16 Alignment: Neutral(?) Loyalty: None yet. Appearance: Chad has what people might call a baby face, rather smoother and perhaps slightly pudgier than you'd expect of a sixteen year old boy despite the angular jawline. With short brown hair and mildly unfocused brown eyes, he's not exactly a picture of standout attractiveness, though he gets by; somewhat more impressive is a physique that has been growing steadily more muscular since a certain incident at school, a result of relatively constant weight training and exercise on his part in order to try and fit his image of a real "alpha male". His usual outfit is generally his school uniform, a piece that doesn't quite fit him properly at this stage, but which has all the usual bits with it - black felt trousers, woolen socks, and leather shoes; a light blue cotton t-shirt; and a much darker blue blazer over the top, complete with a ragged patch over his right breast where the emblem of his former school has been ripped off by bullies.
His second outfit is what looks like a cycling uniform of sorts, a full-body spandex suit in red, white and blue, complete with face-wrapping shades and a painter's mask to cover his facial features and hide his identity.
History: For the longest time, Chad was "the nerd" of the schoolyard. He was never especially popular as a child, having few friends in his home town and rather poor parents who rarely related to him as a young child, and spent a lot of his time looking up a variety of interests from the mundane to the absurd, and occasionally stuff that would be illegal to perform but was very interesting to look at, but once middle school and high school and their associated hormones began to accumulate in a small area, things really started to get worse for him. It started small - a shove here, an insult there - but he endured it. Things got bigger - a punch to the shoulder here, "accidentally" knocking him over there - and his psyche started to degrade, along with his actual grades. But he endured it. By the time he hit high school, he was being regularly beaten, and was well-known as "the weird quiet kid" for how little he chatted with others. But despite regular fantasies of buying a gun and shooting up the school by this stage, he endured it.
Mostly, he managed to endure it all by keeping up his friendship from early in middle school with a girl called Sheila Hopkins, something that he sustained despite his increasingly unstable mindset. For a little while, he entertained the possibility that she'd even be willing to go out with him, but ultimately let it go once she found herself another boyfriend, even after she'd dumped that boy for how the relationship failed to work out. If that obsessive schmuck wasn't right for her, then of course he'd be even worse. But, when she vanished two months later, he was left utterly alone, and now he had nobody to discuss matters with. Suffice to say, his situation only worsened further from there.
Still, he forced himself to remain in high spirits about how good he technically had it. At least he wasn't at risk of dying, after all! Or so he thought, anyway. Unbeknownst to him, one of the most innocuous of his bullies, a rich kid with too much spare time and not enough sympathy for the less-fortunate on his hands, had come to a conclusion about what Chad might eventually do, and decided he'd take matters into his own hands before it was too late. Paying a large group of other bullies to assist him, he and his posse cornered Chad one day, and with a gesture, the crowd converged on their target, fist after fist and boot after boot smashing into Chad's frame. He tried to endure it, of course, but eventually passed out from the pain and shock, shortly after the panicked realisation that this could really be what killed him.
The next thing he knew, he was in hospital. He'd been in a coma for several weeks, requiring another two months to recover from his wounds fully, and though a lot of his bullies were now in jail, and the rest claimed they were repentant, he knew that was a lie. He knew they'd be back to harassing him once he was in school again, and resolved to figure out how to stop them. The best he could come up with was to put an IED in one of their lockers without being seen. Nothing too big, just a small item to make them worry (and perhaps destroy some of their schoolwork), and both creating the device and breaking into the locker to plant it were simple matters, given what he already knew from prior research. Sadly for them, he miscalculated the strength of the device, and the victim wound up losing an eye to some shrapnel; whilst Chad was never pinned for anything, many rumours spread around the school, and most people started avoiding him from then on... but at least he wasn't being bullied anymore.
Nonetheless, he missed his sole friend. And furthermore, he missed the opportunity to interact with people at school, even if it was negative. He felt a growing desire, over time, to interact with others again - not to keep being hurt, but rather to make others hurt the way he'd been hurt, a desire that scared him quite viciously. To quell that want, he forced himself to turn that pain back on himself again, heading out to the local gym on a regular basis to exercise and train his strength until his muscles screamed at him. Over time, the thought entered his head that maybe the physical benefits he'd been seeing from all that exercise would help him rise up the social rankings, too - to help make him into an alpha male of sorts, rather than just "the weird kid". Everybody liked muscles, right?
To date, that hasn't worked out so well... maybe, he's been considering, maybe he just needs to make a change, somehow. Maybe the reappearance of his former friend could help with that, too...
Motivations: Keeping himself from inflicting too much pain on others, and just generally trying to avoid being wounded so much. Sexuality: Straight Likes:
Leaving this world behind for a better one Watching cartoons, including anime.
Dissociating from the harsher aspects of reality Daydreaming.
Crafting stuff. Actually, he's got quite a wide range of things he enjoys creating, like clothes. And bombs.
Self-harm Working out.
Making other people hurt for what they've done Solitude. Just solitude.
Being made fun of.
Derangement: Despite his tendency toward staying out of the limelight, Chad is an intense sadist, and when pushed to actually fight, will purposely drag it out for far longer than he needs to if he believes he can get away with leaving his opponents in severe pain.
Skills: As a high school dropout, Chad’s skillset isn’t exactly all-encompassing. However, he does have a lot of leftover knowledge from his prior status as a “nerd” and the wide range of research he performed, including knowledge of how to produce items like explosive pellets and new clothing as well as how to pick locks, and a fairly surprising amount of strength for a sixteen year old of his build thanks to how much effort he’s put into working out, though very little direct fighting ability to go along with it. Equipment: An automatic BB rifle powerful enough to break and bruise flesh, but not to kill without it being aimed at a weak point like an eyeball.
'Mubuhbuh what? Wazzat?' Yurel mumbled, rudely awakened from sleep by Scrap. He liked the guy, really, but sometimes he was... overzealous. He heard the words "Sauron" and "aptonoth" and stumbled upright abruptly, only to realise it wasn't quite so dangerous a situation as expected. Actually, it was breakfast - and as Tik and Tak both pointed out, it'd be gone soon if he didn't get moving.
'Mmbleh. Alright, I'll get going,' Yurel huffed, his voice as always just a bit wheezy. That was an unfortunate and persistent memory of a fight he'd much rather not remember, all told. Even so, he was pretty dang hungry, and charged out of the cave alongside Scrap, salivating a little in the process.
'Why do you reckon everyone is always in such a hurry to eat, anyway?' he asked his friend as they ran on. 'It's not like it's gonna melt in the sun quickly, is it? And if there's a bit of sand in it, so what? It's just extra crunchy bits.' He knew some of the larger members of their pack liked eating the bones in their kills anyway, and that was hardly different from sand, was it? They both crunched in the mouth, so if you thought about it, there wasn't really a difference in the texture after all.
Alessa fondled Lillian's hair for a moment as she leant on her shoulder and inhaled - these were a normal relationship thing to do, wasn't it? Yeah, probably, though she didn't have much experience in the matter. Plus, she knew Lillian's enhanced senses were a thing, so maybe that'd help. Regardless, Alessa nodded and obediently followed Director Kens and the other Protectorate heroes to the conference room, her hand intertwined with Lillian's along the way. He was right; to have a fight about whatever this situation was in a public area would just be unprofessional as anything. And as far as her input went, well, she was the leader of the Wards at the moment, whether or not she was very good at it. She had to wonder about that, given how Margrave had seemingly vanished, right?
But, well, she could make a difference here, she considered as she took a seat. And from what she was reading - moderate autism, hospital records indicating injuries from his fellows that he was lucky to survive, oh dear God, she didn't know specifically what effects autism had on a person but if they contributed to Shatterpoint's wailing earlier... oh God, that must have been hell for him-
She caught herself hyperventilating slightly, and forced herself to breath in and out very slowly. No wonder he'd turned to villainy, then, if he'd been subjected to all that abuse even after Triggering. She honestly wondered if she wouldn't do the same, under those conditions - just as Kens had stated. Well, she wouldn't normally, of course not. But then she didn't have autism. For her part, she'd not had any other choice but to become a hero, since most of her family had died after all. By contrast, Shatterpoint- Dexter- seemed to have had no other choice than to become a villain. Surely having everyone around you be an enemy, or at least seeming like it, was worse by far than just losing one's loved ones, right? And that just got her angry. They saw something different, and they attacked it, even when they should have known better. No wonder, no wonder, no wonder.
Lillian's statement basically confirmed what Alessa was already thinking. 'I think we should make him a Ward,' she agreed, nodding even as she tried to quell her outrage at his circumstances. 'It seems like he's never been given a fair chance in his whole life. Even Ceramix turned out to be willing to kill others, regardless of if it was for Dexter himself or not. How can you ask a person to do good things if they've never been given the chance or the exposure to something like that?' she asked, beginning to gesticulate in tandem with her words. 'How can you tell somebody they're terrible, when you're not the one who's treated like a monster, who's- who gets fucking beaten for something they can't control? How is- that isn't-!' She breathed in, then out again. Breath in, breath out. When had she stood up and starting pacing, again?
'It's not fair to tell a person they're irredeemable when nobody's willing to try in the first place,' she concluded, sitting back down and gritting her teeth with her frustration. She honestly hoped Evelyn would see her argument here, because if not, well... there was going to be an argument otherwise.
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