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Avalia

The Aspirant

Isolde Ryder Ф 23 Ф Female - She|Her Ф Human

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Appearance

_Height

5"7'

_Weight

178lb

_{Hair Color}

Black

_{Eye Color}

Teal

_{Skin Tone}

Pale, without any tan

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Psychology

_Likes

Stormy weather
Books
Coffee
Electrokinesis
Freedom

_Dislikes

Hot weather
Bugs
Backstabbers
Authority figures
Defeat

_Fears

Weakness
Helplessness
Going home

_Sexuality

Bisexual...probably

_Personality

Around others, Isolde keeps her head up and level, opting not to let on regarding anything she doesn't need to. Sometimes she feels like keeping to herself to spend her time more effectively, other times she appreciates the value or outright need for working with others. Isoldes tends to hang around a select few people and make them her people, looking out for them a touch more than she would the rest. In this sense, Isolde plays favorites with the people in her social circles, but then again, who wouldn't? Depending on which side of the line you end up on, Isolde can be either moderately focused on herself or a ride-or-die loyal friend who would tear the sky open and unleash all manners of hell and fury to bail you out of a bad situation. Isolde has ambitions to grow her own power as much as she can, and she expects others to treat themselves like they deserve to as well, so she believes there is no excuse for giving up and going out quietly when you can save yourself or be saved by someone who has your back.

In more tense situations, Isolde does one of two things' Either she walks face first into it like she's crazy, or she sits back and thinks about what to do when others are with her. Isolde might have a brash and bold streak, but she isn't stupid. She has a decent enough reaction to time to most things that can be zapped, though there is a small part of her that shakes and hesitates when something serious happens, like a fight to the death. What spurs Isolde along in these moments of fear is her own emotions; Something inside of her is constantly screaming, "You've come this far, don't fucking die yet, damn you." Isolde refuses to back down and show any kind of weakness that could get her killed, or cause someone to turn their back on her, even if it comes with the risk of her own wellbeing.

Isolde likes to plan out her endeavors before enacting them. A true wizard thinks before she acts, after all. Isolde is no Lisa Wilbourne, but she knows how to think through tough problems and come to "acceptable" conclusions with a proper plan. This doesn't always involve other people, as she isn't the most leader-like person. Her people skills end and begin with the average person's ability to talk to people. As far the ability to lift up a crowd goes, Isolde's actions outshine her sense of humor. Honestly, she hasn't had a good laugh in the last year or two. Isolde can go from cool and mellowed out to raging like a hurricane at the drop of a hat; One moment, she's staring at the clouds while lying in the grass over the plains southwest of Roshmi, the next, she's reveling in a storm powerful enough to knock God out of his bed at night, just to kick back and spend the rest of the day staring out into the clouds peacefully with a cup of climelo tea. Where that energy comes from is anyone's guess.

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Background

_Occupation

College Student before Avalia

_{Living Immediate Family Members}

Carla Ryder - Mother

_{Dead Immediate Family Members}

Shawn Ryder - Father

_{Current Companions}

N/A

_{Current and Past Lover(s)}

N/A

_History
Isolde’s life was not something she wanted. For most of it, things were normal up until a few months after her 17th birthday when her father was killed in a car crash. She and her mother had to move on, but ultimately, it was only Isolde who got on with her life. Her mother never recovered from it, and began taking her grief out on the girl. What used to be an insignificant story of a family became an only child and a depressed, abusive mother who Isolde took to distancing herself from.

Two years had passed since then, and Isolde’s life had effectively gone to the dead end of her working a minimum wage job and studying for a 2-year degree in a major she doesn’t even care to remember the name of, just to go home to a toxic parent who couldn’t get over her own emotional pain. She had nothing going for her. She struggled to pay for her classes, her mother was teetering on the edge of alcoholism, and she barely found the time between anything to just live. Something had to give, and to her surprise, something did.

Isolde had been on break at her job when a rift to Avalia opened underneath her. She fell through, and she refuses to ever go home again.
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Combat and Magic

_Strength
6
_{Speed on Land}
7
_{Speed in Air}
0
_{Magical Ability}
2 (Human start?)
_Dexterity
6
_{Weapon Proficiency}
3
_Stealth
1

_{Ability on Avalia}

Electrokinesis

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

Better late than never

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_{"Life's way too short to lose sleep at night over everything."}

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_{N A M E}

_{Molly Renee West}

_{O N L I N E - N A M E S}

_*Yes
*Yes1

_{A G E}

₁₈

_{G E N D E R}

_{Female - She|Her}

_{S E X U A L I T Y}

_Lesbian

_{P L A C E O F O R I G I N}

_{Long Beach}

_{C U R R E N T R E S I D E N C E}

_{Long Beach, SoCal}

_{E T H N I C I T Y}

_{Mixed, half Spanish}

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_{A P P E R A N C E}

• _{Height: 5’7”}
• _{Weight: 173lbs}
• _{Hair: Brown}
• _{Eyes: Brown}
• _{Body Type: Triangular}
• _{Body Marks: No}

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_{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S}

_Single

_{F A M I L Y}

List as many below as are relevant to your character
_{Father: ∞ Nathon West
Mother: ∞ Natalia}

_{P E T S}

_No

_{H O M E S W E E T H O M E}

_{∞ TBA}

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_{L I K E S}

_{✔ Skating
✔ Knives
✔ Iced coffee
✔ Warm places
✔ Non-mainstream music
✔ Inkheart books
✔ Windy weather
✔ Strawberry ice cream
✔ Women}

_{D I S L I K E S}

_{✘ Warm coffee
✘ Dudes who flirt
✘ Bright lights
✘ Smoke
✘ Fractions
✘ Needles
✘ Country music}

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_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

<sub>Molly is largely a chill and easy going person, who puts on airs most of the day to give her an ever-so-slightly difficult person to level with. That's only so the wrong people don't waste their time fooling around with her, and to separate them from the right; The wrong being someone hitting on her, harassing her, or just otherwise being a pain in the ass. Anyone who isn't falling into one of those categories knows her as just a cool skater girl who doesn't mind hanging out on her days off, mostly the weekends, and shooting the shit in one way or the other. At school, she's typically away from the sporty prep-ish life, preferring to breeze through classes like she knows what she's doing - rightfully so - and making her days something she feels satisfied with going to bed after. She's mildly introverted, and not one for big afterschool parties, though she's been found at them once or twice. Molly prefers to keep to a small group of close friends, and the rest as casuals, and everyone else as "that dude" or "what's-her-name."

Molly is also a bit of what others would describe as a "mood." What do Snoop Dogg's Twitch streams, the "Shut up I'm listening to X" meme, and the average skater's patience with Karen-esque humor have in common? A certain "bruh" factor, and chill vibes. Molly's the type to send a "dead chat xd" shitpost to a group chat after only half an hour of inactivity, or the one who tosses a pack of Skittles into a hole in the ceiling as she walks by, just to see how deep it is. She's a tad aloof at times, but she's not exactly a ditz, like a certain blonde with a tiny magically alive creature on her shoulders that one or two people here know about. Molly is quite the decent student when it comes to things like Math or something pertaining to interactions like a debate class or where communication is necessary. She's probably best summed up as a very "Just run with it and see what the hell happens when it happens" kind of girl.</sub>

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_{S C H O O L I N F O}

_{G R A D E Y E A R}

_{12th grade}

_{G P A & A V E R A G E}

_3.7

_{F A V O R I T E C L A S S}

_Physics

_{E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S}

_{Business Management and Physics}

_{E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R}

_{Spends most of her time out of school either at a skatepark or at home.}

_{T R A N S P O R T A T I O N}

_{9" Skateboard with 3" wheels}

_{P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N}

_{No clue}

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_{A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O}

_{E M P L O Y M E N T}

_{Occasionally works at a place called Sunny Waters, which her mom runs.}

_{F A V O R I T E P L A C E S}

_{∞ Skateparks}

_{R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S}

_{∞ Her grades and her loosely held job}

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_{O T H E R}

• _{Knows tons of tricks.}
• _{Once showed up to a school picture day wearing this.}
• _{Once broadsided a football player in the throat with a skateboard for trying to hit on her.}
• _{You can always tell who's gonna be involved in her answer to the Fuck-Marry-Kill question: Black Widow from Marvel. Which one? Well, it's not kill.}
• _{Occasionally seen drawing random things on her wrist with a sharpie.}
• _{Her record skating speed is 29 MPH.}
• _{Carries a 50 oz water bottle around wherever she goes with a Supreme sticker on it, except the part that should be red is blue, and the part that should be white is black.}
• _{Always uses default profile pictures on social media.}

_{T H E M E S O N G}

Another One of those Days

_{Face Claim: Mariana Santana | #199f88}

Kakumei First Cour

The sights inside Otaru indeed a terrifying sight, the thick miasma concealing the bodies that strewn across the street was not something that Honoi was prepared to see. There were some of the 30 that had gone missing, the sight of the dead was still something that he hadn't gotten used to even five years in the field. Zeal's cold critique, though still annoying, was probably well justified. If the decision had been left to Honoi he would have sent a few more Jonin in the place of his team, but Father must know what he's doing. He would not have sent them in otherwise. As he quickly shook the fear and trepidation off his face he turned and faced Iori with a raised eyebrow,

"Come now Kusanagi one would think that after all this time a few vampires would be the least of our troubles."

The slightest hint of a smirk crossed his face, something that he did not usually do, but a leader must keep his people's morale up. Hearing Iori's assumptions, Honoi activated his Sharingan to see if he could get a closer pinpoint of the researchers location. As he took a moment to concentrate he closed his eyes and drew his chakra to his eyes and in the next moment his eyes changed to the brilliant cerulean of his sharingan. As his eyes adjusted to the new wave of information he watched the flow of the world's chakra flow around him and to the lesser minds this would have been a true sight to behold. As he focused in on the source of what he assumed was the researcher the flow of her chakra was dark and sickly looking, watching it flow in the direction Iori pointed.

"Looks like your right Kusanagi, we need to head east. Stay behind me, this whole area is covered in genjutsu."

“Yeah i guess so, but still they creep me out.” Iori mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He really hoped that the group would miss any vampires or supernatural creatures on this mission. He was glad however that the group was with him to protect him. “Roger boss.” Iori looked around for a moment trying to follow the scent from the dirt. The scent was foul which made the young man wretch in disgust. “Gross.” He thought as he moved behind Honoi. Had his sword in hand in case they ran into any creatures. Using his sense of smell to direct the group toward the scientist. Iori was not going to mention how afraid he was, wanting to look competent in front of the other members.

The rancid smell of the scientist was starting to grow stronger as the group headed east. The blonde checked his surroundings for not only clues, but for any enemies trying to ambush them. “Boss I smell something and it’s not the scent of the scientist.” Iori looked around sniffing a few times. Turning his head to the west of the group. “I believe there is someone following us.” squinting his eyes at the rows of trees in front of them. His sword was pulled out of his sheath readying himself.

The captain of the Hokkaido squad, Mizo Aberashi, felt the presence following them as well. Her hands were stuffed into her pockets and her body language proved far too comfortable for a living creature in the City of the Dead. Deep brown markings were manifested over her face, and her eyes resembled that of a toad. Whatever presence was creeping up on them did so without the element of surprise.

”I know. Use your senses, pin them down.” Mizo ordered in a quiet voice, audibly detached from the stress of the environment. She could feel the supposed adversary moving through the moondust clouds around them, but in the spirit of her calm demeanor, Mizo chalked it up to a teachable moment for the sensory abilities her squad possessed. She was channeling chakra into her hands while she looked around. ”Whoever it is, they’re around somewhere. Honoi, keep guiding us through. Iori, see if you can track their movements like I am. Let’s just keep moving forward. With caution.”

Honoi’s eyes cut in the direction of the sound, hand already wrapping a paper bomb around a kunai in his pouch. He could see the chakra build up clearly indicating the presence of a person/persons there although he could not clearly see their face,

”Sensei…There, around a meter distance in the tree line. I can see at least two bodies there. They don’t appear to be dead but their faces are obscured. Ready to strike on your order.”

He continued to walk forward eyes scanning the route in front of them making sure their path was clear,

”Kusanagi, can you get a feel for their intent?”

Iori took another couple of deep breaths of the air around him, using his eyes off where the potential threat could be. His nose could smell whoever was following them was getting closer to the group, “They are moving from the west at an alarming rate.” He could tell were two of them, something that was common for ninjas to do. “It seems to be a pair of them…” He took a few quick breaths, “Both female and I would assume heavily armed. They do not seem to have good intentions. Or should we continue on our way? Or perhaps try to lose track of them?” His question was answered by Mizo saying they should continue forward, Nodding his head in agreement. His sword was half way extended from his sheath, Once again using his keen senses to read the bodies up ahead.

”They seem gravely wounded, I can smell the blood on them.” He covered his nose with one hand for a moment, feeling something was off with the two bodies ahead. ”I believe we should proceed with caution, just in case the two are hostile.”

”If they’re bleeding, this is about to get interesting.”

Mizo withdrew her hands from her pockets, and adorning them was a pair of knuckle dusters emblazoned with a glossy red sheen. It was not paint, it was red Nichirin steel. The air against her hands would feel warm to the touch in this frozen graveyard of a city.

Anyone who might have been observing Mizo’s chakra would notice that it suddenly changed. It grew and felt dense like stone. Her hair began to stiffen like hide, and she cracked her knuckles. The markings on her face became more pronounced. The very atmosphere around her just because a pound heavier. Even the rocky soil under her squad’s feet started to hum in sync with her heartbeat. Whatever Mizo just did, it had weight to it.

”From here on, we treat this mission as critical. Assume the worst possible outcome. Sensory techniques stay up permanently, weapons out.” There was an sudden, authoritative steel in Mizo’s voice that her squad grew accustomed to over their many hours of training in the past. Their captain just took off the training wheels.

”This is what separates the ninja from the Shinobi. get ready.”

_{Facing: @YummyYummy, and @Pirouette alongside @Eviledd1984 and @Archangel89}

Avalia

The Aspirant

Isolde Ryder Ф 26 Ф Female - She|Her Ф Human

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Appearance

_Height

5"7'

_Weight

178lb

_{Hair Color}

Black

_{Eye Color}

Teal

_{Skin Tone}

Pale, without any tan

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Psychology

_Likes

Stormy weather
Books
Coffee
Electrokinesis
Freedom

_Dislikes

Hot weather
Bugs
Backstabbers
Authority figures
Defeat

_Fears

Weakness
Helplessness
Going home

_Sexuality

Bisexual...probably

_Personality

Around others, Isolde keeps her head up and level, opting not to let on regarding anything she doesn't need to. Sometimes she feels like keeping to herself to spend her time more effectively, other times she appreciates the value or outright need for working with others. Isoldes tends to hang around a select few people and make them her people, looking out for them a touch more than she would the rest. In this sense, Isolde plays favorites with the people in her social circles, but then again, who wouldn't? Depending on which side of the line you end up on, Isolde can be either moderately focused on herself or a ride-or-die loyal friend who would tear the sky open and unleash all manners of hell and fury to bail you out of a bad situation. Isolde has ambitions to grow her own power as much as she can, and she expects others to treat themselves like they deserve to as well, so she believes there is no excuse for giving up and going out quietly when you can save yourself or be saved by someone who has your back.

In more tense situations, Isolde does one of two things' Either she walks face first into it like she's crazy, or she sits back and thinks about what to do when others are with her. Isolde might have a brash and bold streak, but she isn't stupid. She has a decent enough reaction to time to most things that can be zapped, though there is a small part of her that shakes and hesitates when something serious happens, like a fight to the death. What spurs Isolde along in these moments of fear is her own emotions; Something inside of her is constantly screaming, "You've come this far, don't fucking die yet, damn you." Isolde refuses to back down and show any kind of weakness that could get her killed, or cause someone to turn their back on her, even if it comes with the risk of her own wellbeing.

Isolde likes to plan out her endeavors before enacting them. A true wizard thinks before she acts, after all. Isolde is no Lisa Wilbourne, but she knows how to think through tough problems and come to "acceptable" conclusions with a proper plan. This doesn't always involve other people, as she isn't the most leader-like person. Her people skills end and begin with the average person's ability to talk to people. As far the ability to lift up a crowd goes, Isolde's actions outshine her sense of humor. Honestly, she hasn't had a good laugh in the last year or two. Isolde can go from cool and mellowed out to raging like a hurricane at the drop of a hat; One moment, she's staring at the clouds while lying in the grass over the plains southwest of Roshmi, the next, she's reveling in a storm powerful enough to knock God out of his bed at night, just to kick back and spend the rest of the day staring out into the clouds peacefully with a cup of climelo tea. Where that energy comes from is anyone's guess.

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Background

_Occupation

College Student before Avalia

_{Living Immediate Family Members}

Carla Ryder - Mother

_{Dead Immediate Family Members}

Shawn Ryder - Father

_{Current Companions}

N/A

_{Current and Past Lover(s)}

N/A

_History
Isolde’s life was not something she wanted. For most of it, things were normal up until a few months after her 17th birthday when her father was killed in a car crash. She and her mother had to move on, but ultimately, it was only Isolde who got on with her life. Her mother never recovered from it, and began taking her grief out on the girl. What used to be an insignificant story of a family became an only child and a depressed, abusive mother who Isolde took to distancing herself from.

Two years had passed since then, and Isolde’s life had effectively gone to the dead end of her working a minimum wage job and studying for a 2-year degree in a major she doesn’t even care to remember the name of, just to go home to a toxic parent who couldn’t get over her own emotional pain. She had nothing going for her. She struggled to pay for her classes, her mother was teetering on the edge of alcoholism, and she barely found the time between anything to just live. Something had to give, and to her surprise, something did.

Isolde had been on break at her job when a rift to Avalia opened underneath her. She fell through, and she refuses to ever go home again.
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Combat and Magic

_Strength
6
_{Speed on Land}
7
_{Speed in Air}
0
_{Magical Ability}
2 (Human start?)
_Dexterity
6
_{Weapon Proficiency}
3
_Stealth
1

_{Ability on Avalia}

Electrokinesis

Avalia

Yo

Avalia

I just found this and it sounds really neat.

I just started reading but you had me at lightning magic.

When I read through everything else I might consider a character if that's okay, I haven't done proper fantasy in a hot minute

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

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Crosspoint, Hope, Overclock, Workshop, Gray Man, Memento, two more whose names she didn't catch...and Jane.

They all definitely seemed decent to be around, except for Gray Man- Will- who they needed earpieces to even be around. Jane felt out of her element to say the least, but she got this far, so she told herself not to be such a damn shut-in. Once upon a time, she used to have very decent social skills, about as much as anyone used to being around people could expect to have. Jane hasn't had much normal conversation in a safe setting since the Psychos rolled through, though. She was thinking about what to say to these people, they were supposed to be her teammates for the foreseeable future, so they needed to get along and not kill each other. On some level, she very much wanted to get back to some sense of normalcy, but Jane never pictured it would mean being a hero instead of just a girl with two flesh-and-bone arms and no passenger. This was ultimately a whole new world for her.

Still, that’s not the worst that’s happened to Jane yet.

Something was on her mind that she didn’t get to ask last time she and the Director interacted. So- uh. Hm. I guess this is everyone, huh? In that case- I was wondering. Us? I mean- There’s plenty of kids around here who got their acts together better than some of us do.” She didn’t say it out loud, but she knew about the Shipyard Tinker. And that wasn’t even including Gray Man just existing. ”What- what made you wanna pick us in particular? Why us?” Jane asked. The others were probably thinking the same thing, or maybe they knew something she didn’t.

Jane wouldn’t be the most legally above-board person here. The PRT had absolutely no way of finding out anything about her. No identification on a database, not even a birth certificate, until they met her and found she was a tinker who sold small pieces of haphazardly-made tinkertech to villains with pocket change to spare. With the amount of material she had that consisted of rusted up junk, she couldn’t exactly make a doomsday weapon, but more than one villain on the street had a piece of machinery to use in their toolboxes that was made by her.

Jane didn’t want to admit that, though.

”Or were we just- did we just get picked first?”

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

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"This is the last chance I’ll give you to surrender before your life is forfeit."

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_Name:

Sierra M. Danvers

_Alias:

Siren

_Nicknames:

None

_Age:

38

_Gender:

Female - She|Her

_Personality:

Stoic and hard to read, people tend to think Siren is a too intimidating to talk to, and while she is, she's only intimidating the way that someone is when they're stone-cold serious about doing their job properly without room for failure. Siren commands respect wherever she goes with an air of well-backed confidence, she knows exactly what she is capable of, and makes a point of knowing exactly what the people around her are capable of as well.

Siren is a dependable woman, she’s not afraid to offer assistance to heroes who need it, and has been known to steer the occasional innocent parahuman away from going down the path of villainy. Anyone who has had the opportunity to work with her knows that she has her act together, and has had it together for years, which is a lot more than most parahumans can say. She has taken on a great deal of responsibility during her hero career, and isn’t afraid go down swinging for her convictions.

Beneath her tough exterior lies a deep sense of compassion for the world around her. Years of dedicating herself to fighting back villains and even the Heralds mean she has weathered more than her fair share of storms. One can argue that Siren is a bit of an outlier, having witnessed as much as she has over the years without losing the determination in her eye to keep going. Some may find it inspiring, others may think she’s simply hiding more hurt and baggage than they realize.

_Appearance:

Out of costume, it's all comfort. Sweatpants, baggy sweatshirts, and anything that doesn't make her feel too humid. Due to the side effects of her powers, Sierra's hair is always wet. She hasn't been able to successfully dry it in the last two decades. How wet depends on how much she uses her powers. After a head-on fight with villains, it looks like she dunked her head underwater. When she wakes up in the morning, it only feels somewhat damp. Don't ask how she sleeps comfortably. Don't ask about the eye, either. Siren wears a getup that makes someone think she's a pirate instead of, well, a siren. Turquoise colored, hydrophobic longcoat, a pair of knee-high boots, padded elbow gloves, and bulletproof vest designed to look like a regular undershirt for subtlety.

_Biography:

She fell from the top and couldn’t swim.

Everything was blue for as far as she could see, her limbs felt like stone. She was cold. There was no solid ground to stand on anymore, she was far from the shore by now, no doubt. The rumble in her ears was all she could hear, the faint reflection of sunlight from the far off surface was growing further and further.

But she thrashed and clawed through the water. She tried with every fleeting breath to pull herself closer to the light. Her lungs were screaming. She could feel her strength dwindling, and her arms didn’t get any lighter for it.

She sank down.

And down.

Down.

”I don’t want to die.”

Everything went black, and the sky spilled open. A storm emerged from a cloudless sky over the land, screaming winds and rain heavy enough to drown the highest mountains. Thunder shook the ground for miles, trees were torn from their roots as if they were grass, and she walked home across the ocean.

She was the ocean.

When the storm passed, she knew she was different.

Sierra was a Breaker. A Parahuman.

”My name is Siren.”

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24 years have passed since Sierra’s trigger event, and she has spend that time using her powers as an independent hero by the name of Siren, protecting her home from all manners of villains, joining the fight against Heralds, and eventually using her experience to set examples for other up and coming heroes. Siren never hid her identity, to the surprise of many, as she knows she was never perfect, and knew she had to hold herself accountable should she ever make a mistake that out others in harm’s way. As a very successful and competent vigilante, Siren had received countless offers from hero teams, some sponsored by the PRT, others independent. She never took the offers, they were never her scene.

Before coming to Redline, she was a very well-known quantity where she came from. She brought down many villains over the years, and made close friends among the more “professional” heroes. Siren always took pride in her ability to spur changes among capes and guide others down a good path. It was that willingness to set examples that made the PRT approach her in a more official capacity for the Wards Initiative. It was not the first time they spoke, but rather than say they wanted, they conveyed that they needed someone like her for the Guardians in Redline. They needed her affinity for guidance among younger capes, and she obliged.

There was never a reason for Siren to join the PRT officially. She always had plenty of money from working in the Marina where she was thrown from just before her trigger event. She had enough common sense not to do anything stupid with her powers, and she always enjoyed the freedom of independent work. But Siren was accustomed to supporting less experienced capes from her time spent in costume, and she believed in what the PRT did. When they told her about a movement to train parahuman children who may be coming from bad circumstances and equip them with the tools to be the next generation of heroes, she gladly took a place among the Redline Guardians.

_{Powers: Hydrokinesis/Water Physiology [Breaker 7(Shaker 6)]}

Siren has a form she shifts into where her body is altered to be made of water. Her clothes blur and mingle with the surface of her skin and seem to cascade away towards any edge. Her hair goes from being constantly wet to a raging waterfall in the shape of hair, that no one can touch without their hand passing through or being pushed back out. In this form, Sierra absorbs any free water in a solid or gaseous state that her body touches, which is used to slowly heal wounds. She can also walk on water in this state, but the most important advantage to Siren’s Breaker state is that it allows her to access her Shaker power: Hydrokinesis. In this form, she can freely manipulate free water in any state, such as liquid or ice cubes, on a molecular level. This allows Siren to artificially change the state of water and move it like an extension of her body, which it technically is. Her body takes on the physical properties of water, which can allow some forms of physical damage to pass right through her.

Siren is also capable of altering the weather with enough humidity in the air, effectively forcing rain to pour down. This doesn't have much of a practical use unless the rain is particular heavy, and takes time, but it makes Siren ability to flood a street a lot easier if it happens. Siren can't recreate the wind or lighting associated with a thunderstorm, but sometimes, when she is pushed into circumstances like the ones during her trigger event, a full-blown thunderstorm just might occur outside of her control.

_Other:

She lost her eye and half of the skin on her face to a striker with an explosion power that turned organic matter into bombs.

_{Theme Song}

The Real McKenzies - The Tempest

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The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

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Jane barely caught the earpiece that the Director tossed her way. Her mechanical arm jerked forward like a dog ready to heave up something it shouldn't have bit into, and she caught it, but then it slipped out of her hand, and then she caught with her other hand, and it slipped again into her other one. Jane was many things, but a starter for the catcher position on the Redline Redliners baseball team was not one of them. When the director brought up introductions, she deliberately waited to go last so she could get a feel for these people before she said anything that might make people not like her. A girl about her age, and another tinker no less, went first. Beverly Hillshire. That was a nice name. She seemed like a pretty nice girl, Jane thought. Seeing people her age made Jane relax a little, and she started feeling a bit more optimistic about this when Overlock of all people turned out to be a member of the Ward Initiative. Overclock. She knew the guy, not personally, but who in Redline hadn't at least heard of the dude? He was a big deal, as far as Jane was aware anyway. Two tinkers and a hardcore speedster who already knew what he was doing? A huge relief in Jane's eyes.

While people were starting to introduce themselves, Jane started to think this might actually work out. Until she didn't... Beverly's contraption exploded into a mountain of confetti, absolutely burying the girl. Jane wasn't expecting that, so she jumped a mile like someone just popped a balloon in her face. And then another girl appeared through a portal- another mover?! -and the one who consigned herself to the corner ran over offering to heal her. It was a very hectic scene all of a sudden, not something Jane was accustomed to being right next to, and it somewhat killed the mood. Jane finally relaxed a little when one of them just went with it. The kid whose voice sounded like the color green, Will. Aka, Gray Man. He seemed awfully unbothered by the whole ordeal that just happened, and it made Jane feel even more out of place.

Jeez, she really should've just stayed in the yard.

Okay. Introductions. Come on, she thought. At least say something.

"Well, uh- That's crazy. Huh? Yeah, okay...Hi." She sounded notably awkward. "Name's Jane. Jane Rosner. I don't really have a codename, but- well." She raised her arm up for them to see, in all of it's hacky, junkyardborne grittiness. Some of it actually looked like it was starting to rust over.

"Tinker. If you need something big and mean or something that a person operates, that's me. Like...Uh- something you climb inside, a mech, maybe. Maybe something that move things, or, y'know. This." She motioned to the ugly-looking arm. "If anyone gets blown up and loses a leg, don't worry, huh?"

God, that was awful.

She meekly made her way over to one of the couches and sat down on the far edge of the first one she saw. Jane hoped, suddenly, that none of them recognized her anywhere. Moreso, she hoped that she was lucky enough that Overclock didn't happen to see her when she was putting food on the cinderblock during a split fraction of a second any time he was using his power. That lighting of his kept her awake on more than one night, and she's lost track of how many times she saw it tearing through the city. Hopefully not, she told herself, he was pretty intimidating power-wise, after all.