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【 Spy High 】

Alice “Nightstalker” Crawford

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_{| NAME : Alice Crawford |}

_{| CODENAME : Nightstalker|}

_{| DOB : 12 - 8 - 2003 |}

_{| PLACE OF BIRTH : Swindon, TX |}

_{| GENDER : F |}

_{| PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION |}

Slender and spry, agent Nightstalker only weighs roughly 170lb and stands at 5'7" tall. She has fair, lightly tanned skin with a clear complexion on most of her body. Her eyes are a warm, dark brown that matches her somewhat wavy hair, which she typically wears down to her waist in social scenarios. Agent Nightstalker's fashion sense typically consists of muted, dark tones and pale grays in all of her clothes, as well as a singular pair of knee high boots and a longcoat, which she is seen wearing virtually every day.

_{| PERSONALITY |}

Agent Nightstalker does not show signs of extroversion, she prefers to stick to small groups of people and is seen to be quite approachable in favorable social scenes, she is slow to be agitated, showing a great deal of patience and discipline when provoked. Though she doesn't enjoy confrontation, Agent Nightstalker rarely hesitates to come to the defense of a friend when it is needed, friends being anyone she is close with, there is no in-between: either you are a close friend, or you are a stranger; Promenade rarely has to take any form of disciplinary actions against Agent Nightstalker, but her record is questionable due to her tendency to tamper with her equipment. This appears to stem from her own curiosity and a desire to better herself, and while Agent Nightstalker is never known to lie when she is seen doing this, it happens often enough that it is best to check in and observe what she is doing in the event that she inflicts any manner of permanent damage to her gear. Agent Nightstalker shows signs of regular anxiety, observation suggests this stems from her relationship with her family, but it never hinders her ability as an agent of Promenade. She has a tendency to latch on to people that she lets in to get to know her, though she’s slow to trust people, she’s even slower to let them go.

LIKES : Nighttime, archery, sharp things, fashion, designing gadgets.

DISLIKES : Bright light, unexpected things, tense social interactions, noise.

_{| GOALS |}

Agent Nightstalker has been noted on several occasions to only wish to work for Promenade for the rest of her capable life, despite the advantages being an agent comes with, but she also has been seen to have a keen interest in electrical technology, we have records of her school transcript suggesting a desire to pursue this as a career, but her own word suggests otherwise.

_{| FEARS |}

She has shown numerous times to mostly fear the things the cannot anticipate. Anything from being asked about a certain topic to having to change a plan for a mission shakes her the most, she fears not being prepared the most.

_{| SEXUAL PREFERENCE : BISEXUAL |}

_{| SKILLSET |}

STEALTH: Agent Nightstalker's greatest strength lies in her ability to navigate territory undetected, she is best suited for missions where covert action is the most important (recon, rescue, espionage, etc.)
ARMED CQC: Though virtually useless without a weapon, Agent Nightstalker tends to favor the use of daggers in CQC scenarios, her custom made daggers serve her well. She prefers to use numerous debilitating maneuvers to disable or immobilize a target she cannot dispatch without immediate trouble. Agent Nightstalker appears to have a habit of carrying around small, concealable pocket knives at all times outside of missions.
ARCHERY: Agent Nightstalker is not at all opposed to using firearms, on missions, she prefers to carry a pistol no matter what, but she has a talent for using bows with lethal proficiency, and will very strongly refuse to turn down a combat bow in favor of something like a sniper rifle; in her own words, "A sniper's too bulky, bows are quieter too."
ACROBATICS: Agent Nightstalker’s mode of operations are complimented by her agility, she is capable of deftly executing various high-mobility maneuvers from backflips to long slides across the ground to scaling vertical terrain through jumping off of walls. This does not, however, give her any sort of CQC advantage, as she doesn’t use it for attacking.

_{| GADGETS |}

SYNC-SIGHT: A radar visor that connects to Agent Nightstalker's neural sync for tactical missions. The most prominent feature is night vision, which is granted through the use of a radar that displays visuals electronically, though the technology is limited to a colorless image. This allows her to see perfectly in pitch black environments without exposing her location with light. Because Agent Nightstalker's Sync-Sight visor is designed to connect to her neural sync, her fellow agents can use a device to see through her eyes, as long as the image can be received, anyone with this device can observe anything Agent Nightstalker observes. A secondary feature to this visor is the addition of a digital compass and a clock set to military time, which Agent Nightstalker rarely makes use of. These metrics are displayed towards the bottom of Agent Nightstalker's field of vison in an electric purple color to distinguish them from everything else.

VISOR CAMERA: A device the size of an iPhone that plugs into a USB port to receive transmissions from Agent Nightstalker's visor. This device does not allow the user to manipulate the video stream, but it is built with a 500GB hard drive that can store screenshots of what she sees. Agent Nightstalker refers to this devise as the "Syncam."

NS3-ARBALEST: The third iteration of a combat bow suited for stealth missions that Agent Nightstalker personally designed with professional help, the Nightstalker Mk 3 "Arbalest" is a 4.5 foot long compound bow with a draw weight of roughly 120lb. The custom made carbon fiber arrows designed specifically for this weapon can hit a target with lethal force up to roughly 100 meters. Above the grip is a holographic sight in the shape of a circle. The arms of the bow are silenced with polymer padding across the back. The arrows are stored in a compact quiver worn at the right hip, designed to compress the arrows to prevent them from falling out. Agent Nightstalker is capable of carrying roughly 50 arrows at a time.

NS-SPIDER TAIL: A grappling hook device worn on each of Agent Nightstalker's forearms. These devices each weigh 1.5lb and fire a cable with 200lb of pull strength with a distance of 60 feet. The spider tails each have enough mechanical and pull strength to propel Agent Nightstalker forward, which required her to develop the appropriate body strength to work with the force. These devices, like her visor, connect to her neural sync, meaning they are not activated manually, but with her mind. Agent Nightstalker's visor shows the status of each one separately, and tells her if they are retracting, recompressing for a refire, as well as how much force is being applied to them. When the cables are being reeled back in, they require roughly ten seconds to recompress, since they are spring loaded. The grappling hooks must be reeled in with the same method as they are fired, which allows them to be kept out if Agent Nightstalker needs to cling to a surface off the ground.

SMOKE GRENADES: Small canisters no bigger than the palm of one’s hand that, once triggered, spew out thick clouds of blinding smoke to disorient enemies. Agent Nightstalker’s visor allows her to see through these clouds. The smoke grenades store their compound in the form of a 1 gallon liquid that is pressurized in a vacuum chamber. Pulling the pin on the top of the canister will create a spark that ignited the liquid before pressure is released, this is when the grenade is meant to be thrown. It is nontoxic in all forms, and will therefore not be used to bring down a target through suffocation or anything similar. The smoke will eventually decompose into waste gasses and become undetectable by sight, taste, or smell.

KNIVES: A pair of daggers designed to be a hybrid between a stiletto and a trench knife, made from W-1 hardened, hollow ground tempered steel. The blades are 8.5 inches long, double edged, and perfect for either stabbing deep into something or slashing something into ribbons. Across the hilt of these daggers is a pair of knuckle dusters, coming from the trench knife half of the design, that support use in either regular grip form or reverse grip.

_{| SHORTCOMINGS |}

UNARMED CQC: Agent Nightstalker’s proficiency with daggers, while greatly beneficial in close quarters situations, results in her being helpless without them, without a blade in hand, she is left with no helpful option but to draw her pistol, this is a stark constraint to her preference for quiet discretion, but she does what she has to.

SOCIAL SKILLS: While she is capable of befriending other agents of Promenade, Agent Nightstalker is an introvert, she doesn’t do well in large groups or on the spot social interaction. Perhaps this is a side effect of her preferred manner of carrying out missions, or perhaps she never developed very in depth social skills, but it is one of her biggest set backs in missions where stealth isn’t an option.

INFELXIBILITY: Nothing bothers Agent Nightstalker more than having to adapt to a situation she could not foresee. She invests a lot into a singular plan and does her best to execute it as best as possible, but not every scenario is quiet, and she isn’t always undetected. Agent Nightstalker has made efforts to overcome this flaw, but significant progress has yet to be observed.

_{| OTHER |}

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_{| HISTORY |}

”Well, I grew up in Swindon. Went to school here and everything, this is Texas, so it’s not exactly good for someone like me: a girl, unspoken for, you know, the things people in the Bible Belt try to tell you how to do. Mom and dad- they mean well, surely, but they don’t always want the best for me, they always acted like they wanted what they thought would’ve been better for me. There’s a reason they don’t know I’m not entirely straight. Growing up, I liked messing around with electronic stuff, motors, circuits, that kind of thing. They thought it was cute that I was messing with that stuff, but any time I told them I wanted to make that my life, they gave this condescending look. Honey, that’s a man’s job, they said. Let your husband do that for you, they said. Get a husband, stay at home and have kids. That’s what they wanted for me. I always tell them I’d rather get my hands dirty myself, but they always told me the world doesn’t work that way. Alice, women don’t fool with breakers and wires, Alice, women stay at home. They never listened to me, they always tried to make me do what they wanted me to do. That’s the kind of thing you get told in Texas. Be a “proper” girl.

I guess that’s why I never felt comfortable with telling them about high school. I didn’t want to hear the whole “You’re a Hen Among Roosters” dogma that they liked to tell me about. Right about now, I started feeling like I preferred girls, you can imagine how I didn’t need that in their head, so I just kept it quiet. I saved up enough allowance money from doing chores and bought a nice bow and arrows and a practice target for the backyard, I thought it was interesting and figured I’d give it a try. They didn’t give me as much flak as I’d imagine for it. They liked seeing me find something I enjoyed. I got pretty good pretty quick. Maybe that’s why they wanted me.

Anyway, I’m 17, and have college in a year or two, I’ve told them several times that I don’t want to change my major, I took shop classes around electric tech but thanks to them I never got to actually work on something. I just got to learn science and all that. I’ve been wanting to go to a good school for it, but every time I get asked, they’re mad I don’t want to change my mind and be some housewife. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, they wouldn’t let me go down my own road. At least that was until Promenade found me. They told me I could take control of my life, I just had to be a spy. Back in freshman year when I was more dead set on it, it hurt that they wouldn’t accept it. When Promenade told me they could help with that, I felt like I’d be stupid not to accept it. So yeah, now I’m a spy who likes sharp things and making weapons. At this rate, I could just stay here, I get to be myself.”

“Don’t tell mom and dad I said that.”

_{| GRADING |}

STRENGTH: B+ - This stems from her agility, she is not built for brute force fighting.

INTELLIGENCE: B - Her best subjects are math and physical science, seconded by English and the rest.

CQC: C - While she is great with knives, this would be a higher grade if she weren’t so reliant on them for CQC.

FIREARMS: C- - Agent Nightstalker is unmatched as an archer, but a bow is not a firearm. Her skill with handguns is the same as all Promenade agents, but rarely put to use.

CONCEALMENT & DISGUISE: A+ - Agent Nightstalker was practically born for this. If she is hiding from you, you have virtually no chance of finding her.

STRATEGIC THINKING & LEADERSHIP: B+ - Given the low profile nature of the missions Agent Nightstalker is best suited for, she has plenty of time to asses a scene and gather information to form a plan. This would be higher if she could improvise better.

MENTAL AGILITY & INTUITION: D- - Agent Nightstalker tries to learn improvisation, but so far she falls shortest here due to the amount of time she puts into a Plan A, while neglecting a Plan B.

HACKING & COMPUTER OPERATION: B+ - All agents are capable of basic operation with their Promenade-issued watches, but Agent Nightstalker’s habit for exploring the capabilities of the technology she comes across sets her just above average, though agents more versed in this outclass her easily.

OBSERVATION & INTERROGATION: A - Agent Nightstalker’s environmental awareness is very well developed as a result of undergoing many missions where stealth is paramount, from reconnaissance to infiltration, but she is nothing special when it comes to interrogation compared to the average agent.

LINGUISTICS: B- - Agent Nightstalker is nothing compared to Agent Babel, but she is decent at understanding other languages, just as all agents should be.

TEAMWORK & COOPERATION: B+ - She certainly has no issues with being on a team with other agents, but Agent Nightstalker’s role in a team usually places her far away from the rest where she can watch them from afar. Such situations are where she is the best team player she can be.

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To Claim a Starting World

@LadyRunic

"I take it things of strange nature have been happening recently? The people here, they sound worried." Mira observed Frenn's gold test. "I just arrived before sunrise, I have been travelling the North for a long time. It is good to sit down by the warmth of a fire once in a blue moon." She laid her walking staff across her lap as she sank into the stool a little. "These are not easy times for strange things to begin, I don't envy this village." She remarked again, weary from her travels and her visions; While obtaining knowledge from the ones who came before always served her well, Mira was never able to handle conversation with the dead easily, receiving visions or wisdom from ghosts was draining on the soul, and her old bones weren't getting younger. She needed to sit down and rest as much as she could when the dead were particularly social with her, Mira's gift was a blessing and a curse, it took nothing to ask the departed to share their otherworldly wisdom with her, but their distance from this life and the next made it difficult to hear their speech, and to see their signs. Such a thing is ultimately harmless and would therefore never come close to killing Mira, but she could only muster up the energy to receive so much knowledge from the ones she could not see. Mira's age had a role to play in that, in her early years, she could speak with the dead all day and not break a sweat, but now she was old, close to the edge of life; Every passing year, she leans closer and closer to joining her spiritual guides, perhaps when she does, another will be blessed with her gift, until then, it's back to seeing the world.

Just Another Hero

Doombreaker

Penrose

What kind of quirk is that?

Humiliating people by tearing their clothes apart, only to grow stronger. A strange quirk that a decent human being shouldn't inflict upon others. This Dominatrix person clearly needed to be dealt with, but no one could get close to him. Mizo could simply charge him, but that wasn't what was most important. There was another hero already giving the bad guy the works, and she could see Aurora's ghostly image not far from that, they had it covered. This was where Mizo was most needed right now. A Hero with a suppression quirk was best suited for dealing with that villain, while Harry, Tidal Wave, and the rest were working on the scene doing damage control, she and Penrose were inside with the civilians. They were scared and needed reassurance. Everyone, including Kuudere and Puppeteer were hiding in a building with chairs and tables barricading the door. Penrose was beneath a window, occasionally peaking out above to look for any threats coming closer. Mizo wasn't even trying to hide, she was staring out the main door's small window. Everything was fine outside, as far as fine went. "We will be safe in here. Don't worry." Penrose said out loud, to no one in particular. Mizo wanted to blast out of the doors and across the street, to send that fool into orbit. That wasn't the best strategy, Mizo would have plenty of chances to fight herself. "Doombreaker, I know you are eager to go out there, but your strength is best needed here..." Penrose looked up at Mizo, though she had her helmet on, Penrose could see that Mizo was itching to bang knuckles with that villain "They have this, what we need to do is make sure these people are safe." Fighting is only half the battle when civilians are at risk, and this was something Mizo knew, but the urge to charge was all she thought of until now. Mizo looked out the window, seeing them all out there. They were all capable heroes in their own rights. Mizo took a breath and turned away from the door. Behind her was a crowd of civilians, some young, some old taking shelter from the mess outside with the group of heroes. They looked scared; she took off her bulky helmet, showing her face to the rest of them as she tried to find the world deep down to reassure them as best she could. With her helmet off, Mizo's face was visible to everyone else. She was young. Like some of them. Her expression was cold and stoic, but she was far from uncaring about them all. Everybody could see the nasty scar on her eye, her hair was put up so it wouldn't fall out while she was wearing her intimidating set of black and white plated armor.



"You are scared, all of you. I know..." She spoke loudly but calmly for everyone to hear, "I know it looks bad outside, and I know some of you are too young to understand what's happening, but look at me. I'm young, but I stand here for the sake of all of you, that is why you have nothing to fear. I am Doombreaker, and no matter how far the enemies of society come, the final stand is not one step further than where I stand. If that bastard dares to set foot in here, I will be the last thing he sees. Not one of you will come to harm, I swear on my life!" Her voice grew in intensity as she attempted to assure the crowd that victory was coming. Some of the civilians in the building were children, who needed calming the most. "I will not let anything happen to anyone here." She stood tall and proud among those hiding, like a rock on violent shores yet unbroken. Penrose was smiling to herself from her hiding spot as she watched her student handle things the way she was, she had confidence in Mizo, proud of her valiant student's bravery in this moment. Mizo would never let her words ring empty. The Honorable Hero was unmoving at her core, her heart was her greatest weapon...

And a heart made of steel never dulls when sharpened against the bones of evil.

To Claim a Starting World

I apologize for being slow to post, i just got back from a hundred mile trip and am sleepy

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Just Another Hero

Doombreaker

Penrose

This wasn't exactly Mizo's thing, being in dress-up distance of her friend's ara~ara~ing mother and all, but it was fine, she wasn't exactly wrong when she said Mizo should've done better, but nothing can be done about that now. They were doing an espionage mission involving stealth, which meant that having Penrose, her teacher, on this mission was absolutely paramount. There's a reason Zeal is the Number One, but there's a reason Zeal couldn't ever stand a chance against catching Penrose, her quirk and her skillset made her the ultimate ghost in the night for things like this. "Maybe I should knock their door down and distract them, so you and Mei can steal information a little easier. Won't be too hard for me..." She offered to everyone. This isn't Japan, if Mizo barrels through the gates and makes a scene, they will shoot to kill, but the bad guys didn't know was that Mizo could take bullets, armor or no armor. If her armor broke apart her skin wouldn't allow bullets through anyway, and her bones were stronger than steel. This was the best role for a hero like her. All she had to do was punch until the job was done.

"Well, that does sound...distracting..." Talia, better known as Penrose to most, humored her student a little. She knew full well that this was Mizo's method of dealing with things, so she wasn't surprised, but she also knew Mizo well enough to understand that just because Mizo had a reputation for smashing things first before thinking, doesn't mean she wasn't smart enough to think about her situation. "I know you're not foolish enough to go in blindly, so I won't lecture about being careful, but we don't know what manner of weaponry they're hoarding behind those walls, if we did, we wouldn't be here in the first place. This is an espionage mission, which I have spent many years specializing in," she reminded her and Kimi, "during espionage, less noise results in more time. More time results in more information. More information results in us being able to combat Detgif easier. It's best you avoid the frontal assault tactic this time." Penrose crossed one of her legs over the other, she was in her hero outfit, all black, knee high boots, long knifes at her sides, she looked quite intimidating.

Talia knew full well what her two students were capable of, Kimiko's threads were a rather strange thing, it was unlikely any villains had seen a quirk with such control over another. Mei would likely stick with Mizo to keep her from doing something brash, and Aurora belonged with Talia, their skills blended well together, and the nature of Talia's quirk often made her wonder if she could override the pain of Aurora's quirk. "Aurora, you'll go with me when we sneak away, your quirk is the best one to team with me, and I was thinking about something. My quirk allows me to override the nervous system of anyone I'm subjecting to it, and I know how physically painful your own can be, perhaps, when we have a chance, we can discover if my quirk can compensate for that." Of course, Talia wasn't going to allow her student to test her quirk on her. It would be best if Aurora didn't peer into the hero's memories...

"Of course, we have plenty of time to think about what to do, we shouldn't rush this. These things take time."

Just Another Hero

I never did add her here

Mesmerizing Hero: Penrose

Penrose

_{"Everything will be alright, no one will harm you anymore..."}

The Dreaming Sage

Appearance

Hero Outfit

Civilian Data

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_Name

Castle, Talia

_Age

32

_Ancestry

American

Hero Data

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_Epithet

Mesmerizing Hero : Penrose

_{Characterization}

Living in the aftermath of a history soaked in blood under the infamous name of the Dreaming Sage, Talia harbors a deep, undying love towards the innocent people of the entire world, she keeps her past a secret, but there are many out there who still know of her old identity and the grisly path she carved. Every day she wonders how much longer it will be until someone traces that dreadful identity back to her, and ruins her new life forever, but today, she works as a pro hero and uses her experience and skill to serve as a teacher to those in class 1B who wish to become heroes in the future.

Competencies

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_{Quirk Type}

Emitter

_{Dreamcrafter: The lines between reality and imagination become one.}

Talia’s abilities revolve around the five senses of the human body. In simple terms, it allows for very elaborate and believable illusions. In more complicated term, Talia can distort environmental stimuli to trick one’s brain into thinking that things are not as they are, ranging from loss of feeling in the limbs, or temporary blindness, to more intense experience such as feelings similar to drug trips, or quirk-induced anxiety attacks. It is a delicate process to put someone under any kind of delusions, but the upper limits of Talia’s abilities include things like rendering one unconscious by telling the brain to release an abnormal amount of sleep signals, or causing a sensory overload with...varying results.

The benefits to Talia’s powers are that with a little creativity, it would be very hard to break the illusion, or give it away, so as long as she’s got the upper hand at the start of a fight, or isn’t in a head on confrontation, it’d be tough to deal with. She can essentially create any kind of false image or false sensation she could come up with. The problem is she can’t just throw an illusion in front of someone and expect it to work. She could theoretically blanket a city block in a psychedelic drug trip, but the trick is making it work. It takes actual effort to make someone fall for the illusions. Another big thing is environmental factors. If someone swears it was a perfect day outside two seconds ago, a tornado isn’t believable, alternatively, someone who has a very high tolerance for medicine that numbs the body may not be as affected by numbing sensations from Talia’s powers as much as someone who has never taken such medicine. Unknown aspects of a person’s identity are very much the biggest drawback for Talia’s illusions, but she works around it.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}
Knife Fighting - Do not dare be caught in a knife fight with this woman unless you have a death wish. Talia will leave you with countless gashes and cuts before you know what happened. She doesn't always fall back on her knives outside of fights to the death, but she won't hesitate to tear you into ribbons if you threaten the lives of her student.

Stealth and Infiltration - The types of missions that suit Talia best are the kind that demand a more subtle approach, her quirk doesn't affect technology, so she has to rely on her own agility to get her through touch spots unseen and unheard, and being a pro hero, she is damn good at it. This, combined with her knives makes her the ultimate assassin hero.

Masterful Agility - Backflips, slides, vaults, silent rolls, graceful landings. Talia's a very nimble hero, she's essentially a mind-bending glass cannon, you'll get your ankles broken before you have a chance of outmaneuvering her.

To Claim a Starting World

Coming into the tavern to rest for a while after her haunting vision, Mira prompted herself to push the thoughts deep down for the time being, she need not worry about what the dead had to say, the dead would stay dead when she needed their council. She opened the door to the mead hall and stepped in where people were squabbling earlier. Looking around, she saw what looked to be a peaceful scene at heart, warm fire, cool drinks, a drink or two stammering with his words, nothing the old crone hadn’t seen in her time. She let out a lazy sigh as she wandered in closer to the warmth. The northern lands were always cold, tolerable, but cold nonetheless. It was always good when an old woman got to warn her old bones by a tavern fire every now and turn. Mira didn’t stay there however, rather, she made her way towards a seat where she could catch some warmth easier. Towards what she assumed was the front of the tavern, Mira pulled up a stool by the bar where she could grab something to drink.

“Aye, a drink, if you could...” She said softly to the one handing out drinks. “Whatever you have.” Mira wasn’t a particularly heavy drinker, but some mead or ale every now and then kept the body going. She reached into her dark cloak and pulled out a small handful of coins to lay down on the table. Mira had a somber mood in her mind, she thought about the reason for her appearance in such a village as this, and the appearance of those visions. Whenever the woman would see such things, they were never particularly violent, they were like thoughts she couldn’t ignore, this was different. The blood, the animosity, something was wrong, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

Perhaps she would go to the man she spoke to, or find a chief or wiseman, someone who could get something done. “I am called Mira, ignore my dark presence, but I have seen visions of monsters in your home.” That wouldn’t go well, but she could surely convince them, could she not? Something sinister was at play in this village, and Mira would find out what it was.