Since I was thinking of getting started on my first arc, since it will be solo. I just wanted a few points of clarification. 1) Does it have to be 3 posts long? Or can it be less? (I get that it cannot be more) 2) Is the first arc their "debut" per say? 3) Will the solo arcs all happen around the same time in the timeline? 4) Lastly, if it is their "debut" do they have to clash with a "villain"?
- As we are making our own DCU, solo story arcs are highly encouraged and will be everyone's first arc. Solo stories cannot be any longer than three posts however so make these long posts rich in detail and story. The three post rule is to keep everything moving as RP's can tend to chug when nothing is happening.
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<Lost>
Name: Wyatt Lundon
Age: 25
Appearance: Robert is five foot eight. So he's tall but not TALL. He's pale from spending a lot of time inside. He has longer hair, mainly because he's too lazy to get it cut all that often. He has multiple tattoos that he changes around from time to time. (Tattoos in the future are not 100% permanent or expensive). He's a little on the skinny side. But he's gained more weight than from when he was a teenager. He's just too lazy to hit the gyms and get some more muscle mass.
Personality: Wyatt is Lazy. With a capital L. It's one of the main highlights of his character. It caused his parents no end of stress when he lived with him.
History: Wyatt is the youngest child of three. He has two older sisters. The eldest is 28. She's a scientist working with nuclear power and solar power. And other sorts of power that he's never bothered to pay attention to. The middle child is 27, her name is Sam. She went on to be a botanist. She worries about pollution and how it effects the natural wild preserves. She doesn't come home much since she lives outside in moving tent colonies with her associates tracking the effects of humans on the environment. His parents were never happy with Wyatt. Since he never had any real motivation they were always on his case. Most of his memories of them were of being yelled at. They were all too happy to see him moved out after he finished High School at the old age of seventeen. (Needless to say he never went home again) His two older sisters had both graduated early (as most bright students did) at the age of fifteen. Wyatt opted not to go to college. Again, much to his parents dismay, and instead got himself a job fixing electronics. He doesn't make a lot of money, but enough to get by. And to also buy comic books and video games.
Game Info
Username: Bèi ShàiHēi (被晒黑) <To Catch the Sun> (Goes by Bei in game)
Avatar appearance: Very similar to his actual appearance except his hair is bright red and he has no tattoos.
Class: Clockwork Artificer
Titles: Mechanic
Guild: (Needs a name), Member Level 3 (Out of 5 levels)
Level: 234
Special Skills:
<Lost>
Name: Wyatt Lundon
Age: 25
Appearance: Robert is five foot eight. So he's tall but not TALL. He's pale from spending a lot of time inside. He has longer hair, mainly because he's too lazy to get it cut all that often. He has multiple tattoos that he changes around from time to time. (Tattoos in the future are not 100% permanent or expensive). He's a little on the skinny side. But he's gained more weight than from when he was a teenager. He's just too lazy to hit the gyms and get some more muscle mass.
Personality: Wyatt is Lazy. With a capital L. It's one of the main highlights of his character. It caused his parents no end of stress when he lived with him.
History: Wyatt is the youngest child of three. He has two older sisters. The eldest is 28. She's a scientist working with nuclear power and solar power. And other sorts of power that he's never bothered to pay attention to. The middle child is 27, her name is Sam. She went on to be a botanist. She worries about pollution and how it effects the natural wild preserves. She doesn't come home much since she lives outside in moving tent colonies with her associates tracking the effects of humans on the environment. His parents were never happy with Wyatt. Since he never had any real motivation they were always on his case. Most of his memories of them were of being yelled at. They were all too happy to see him moved out after he finished High School at the old age of seventeen. (Needless to say he never went home again) His two older sisters had both graduated early (as most bright students did) at the age of fifteen. Wyatt opted not to go to college. Again, much to his parents dismay, and instead got himself a job fixing electronics. He doesn't make a lot of money, but enough to get by. And to also buy comic books and video games.
Game Info
Username: Bèi ShàiHēi (被晒黑) <To Catch the Sun> (Goes by Bei in game)
Avatar appearance: Very similar to his actual appearance except his hair is bright red and he has no tattoos.
Class: Clockwork Artificer
Titles: Mechanic
Guild: (Needs a name), Member Level 3 (Out of 5 levels)
Level: 234
Special Skills:
- Clockwork Dolls
- Each individual Doll is capable of minimal thought. They are very expensive to make but small. So they can sneak into things.
- They can carry things up to the size of a toaster
- They have limited "hacking" abilities. Mainly they can take things apart you need when you're not looking. This usually causes the item in question to backfire in interesting ways
- This is his most valuable weapon
- Jerry-rig repairs
- He can patch something together if it runs on gears for a certain amount of time depending on how much use it sees.
- Recreate
- If he sees anything in action once he can recreate it. It might not be as good, or last that long. But it's a handy skill.
- Head: Telescoping goggles.
- Arms: Small tool kit up his right sleeve
- Torso: Leather jacket over some hodgepodge metal armor
- Feet: Steel toed boots
- Pants: Leather pants with some metal plating
- Weapon: One Gun and one Knife
- Etc: Clock work dolls (3)
Felicity Rose
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Physical Description: Felicity is five foot five. She has bright red hair, natural, which she wears up. She has fair skin. While she's skinny and mostly flat everywhere, she's deceptively muscular.
Personality: Felicity's main drive currently to find her father. She knows her mother hates him, having been on the opposite side of the law, and yet still loves him. Felicity is more morally ambiguous than her mother. She's a somewhere in between good and bad. She feels that it's justified because one parent was good and the other bad. Felicity doesn't necessarily love to travel, but she's still driven to new places in her pursuit.
Apart from her father, Felicity is pretty mild mannered, not that she'll show it. She makes a great deal out of being viewed as "hard". She doesn't let her guard down and is sometimes quite theatrical in her fake persona.
History: Felicity was born to Alyssa Keton. She was born under her step-father's last name Rose. She never knew her birth father, only that he had run off before he was born. Her mother never talked about him sober. But she had learned that he was a smuggler and a scoundrel. Her step-father Liam was a good man and allowed Felicity to purse her dreams.
Felicity attended a good university before she ran off to find her father. She knows her mother is out there somewhere searching for her. And if she was found before she found her father, well, there'd be Hell to pay. (Not that there wouldn't be Hell even if she did find her father.)
Felicity earned passage on an airship as a hired gun. Since then she's not been the most morally upstanding citizen. But the pirates she travels with offered the best chance of finding her father.
Skills: Marksmanship. University learning. Clockwork repairs.
Other:
Back story of Felicia's father and mother: An Interlude
Terry shrugged off his jacket. The heat was blazing down upon the younger man. He squinted even through his goggles at the horizon. The yellow sun was blazing orb in the sky. And he wasn't even looking at it. No, his gaze was reserved for the giant thing coming over the horizon. It was clockwork driven, that much was sure. For it gave off no clouds of smoke or lightning indicative of Tesla's electrical works.
Terry lifted a spy glass he fished out of his flying machine. With a few clicks and twists of various nobs and buttons, the behemoth came into view. The pilot of such a thing was a woman. She had bright red hair. It glistened in the bright sun. Her eyes were covered like his with goggles. But she looked much better in them. Terry lowered the spy glass and replaced it in it's compartment. He hopped back into his flying machine having decided that lingering wasn't the wisest option. Not with 1.5 million dollars worth of stolen ingots stashed in another compartment of his machine. Plus that fiery redhead was someone Terry remembered vividly from a few years back. Marshal Keton, Alyssa Keton. A woman who was formerly his lover and fiance. But that was a story for another time.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Physical Description: Felicity is five foot five. She has bright red hair, natural, which she wears up. She has fair skin. While she's skinny and mostly flat everywhere, she's deceptively muscular.
Personality: Felicity's main drive currently to find her father. She knows her mother hates him, having been on the opposite side of the law, and yet still loves him. Felicity is more morally ambiguous than her mother. She's a somewhere in between good and bad. She feels that it's justified because one parent was good and the other bad. Felicity doesn't necessarily love to travel, but she's still driven to new places in her pursuit.
Apart from her father, Felicity is pretty mild mannered, not that she'll show it. She makes a great deal out of being viewed as "hard". She doesn't let her guard down and is sometimes quite theatrical in her fake persona.
History: Felicity was born to Alyssa Keton. She was born under her step-father's last name Rose. She never knew her birth father, only that he had run off before he was born. Her mother never talked about him sober. But she had learned that he was a smuggler and a scoundrel. Her step-father Liam was a good man and allowed Felicity to purse her dreams.
Felicity attended a good university before she ran off to find her father. She knows her mother is out there somewhere searching for her. And if she was found before she found her father, well, there'd be Hell to pay. (Not that there wouldn't be Hell even if she did find her father.)
Felicity earned passage on an airship as a hired gun. Since then she's not been the most morally upstanding citizen. But the pirates she travels with offered the best chance of finding her father.
Skills: Marksmanship. University learning. Clockwork repairs.
Other:
Back story of Felicia's father and mother: An Interlude
Terry shrugged off his jacket. The heat was blazing down upon the younger man. He squinted even through his goggles at the horizon. The yellow sun was blazing orb in the sky. And he wasn't even looking at it. No, his gaze was reserved for the giant thing coming over the horizon. It was clockwork driven, that much was sure. For it gave off no clouds of smoke or lightning indicative of Tesla's electrical works.
Terry lifted a spy glass he fished out of his flying machine. With a few clicks and twists of various nobs and buttons, the behemoth came into view. The pilot of such a thing was a woman. She had bright red hair. It glistened in the bright sun. Her eyes were covered like his with goggles. But she looked much better in them. Terry lowered the spy glass and replaced it in it's compartment. He hopped back into his flying machine having decided that lingering wasn't the wisest option. Not with 1.5 million dollars worth of stolen ingots stashed in another compartment of his machine. Plus that fiery redhead was someone Terry remembered vividly from a few years back. Marshal Keton, Alyssa Keton. A woman who was formerly his lover and fiance. But that was a story for another time.
Name: Will Drury
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Physical Description: Will is tall and lanky, standing just over six foot. He has short blonde hair which tends to be wild and goes wherever it feels like no matter how he tries to slick it down. His eyes are black. So black some people have called them Pits to Hell. Usually right before they died. He has pale skin which sometimes makes his job that much harder.
Personality: Despite his chosen profession Will is quite the cheerful person. He enjoys a good, abet terrible, joke. He likes to mingle in high society if only to mess with wealthy people. Will is also quite unaffected by killing people. Some have gone as far to say he has no feelings, but Will does. He cares quite a bit, just not about other people.
History: Will was born to a whore in a very poor area of London. His father was never in the picture, but since his mother was a high priced whore, he must have been wealthy. But it mattered not. As soon as he could fend for himself his mother cast him out of the whore house. Indeed, the only child she kept were her daughters. Will watched over her long enough to see that she had two of them, one born after him. If she had other sons, Will didn't know about them.
Will resorted to stealing to keep alive as a little boy. He proved to have a deft hand and quick mind. He feel in with a street urchin gang where the kids were treated horribly by the older kids. At least until the day that Will stole a knife and killed them and declared himself leader. By what must have been the age of thirteen Will ran his own gang and was actually able to have a stable life. Until the day he robbed the wrong man. Instead of killing him the man trained him. When pressed why by Will in later years the man finally told the teen that Will reminded him of himself.
Once Will was sure he knew everything the older man had to offer he killed him. Not because he hated him or anything else, it was because it was killed or be killed. After that Will replaced his dead master in his guild of assassins. He quickly proved himself and has so far never failed.
Skills: Sneaking. Stealing. Playing mind games. Politics. Assassination.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Physical Description: Will is tall and lanky, standing just over six foot. He has short blonde hair which tends to be wild and goes wherever it feels like no matter how he tries to slick it down. His eyes are black. So black some people have called them Pits to Hell. Usually right before they died. He has pale skin which sometimes makes his job that much harder.
Personality: Despite his chosen profession Will is quite the cheerful person. He enjoys a good, abet terrible, joke. He likes to mingle in high society if only to mess with wealthy people. Will is also quite unaffected by killing people. Some have gone as far to say he has no feelings, but Will does. He cares quite a bit, just not about other people.
History: Will was born to a whore in a very poor area of London. His father was never in the picture, but since his mother was a high priced whore, he must have been wealthy. But it mattered not. As soon as he could fend for himself his mother cast him out of the whore house. Indeed, the only child she kept were her daughters. Will watched over her long enough to see that she had two of them, one born after him. If she had other sons, Will didn't know about them.
Will resorted to stealing to keep alive as a little boy. He proved to have a deft hand and quick mind. He feel in with a street urchin gang where the kids were treated horribly by the older kids. At least until the day that Will stole a knife and killed them and declared himself leader. By what must have been the age of thirteen Will ran his own gang and was actually able to have a stable life. Until the day he robbed the wrong man. Instead of killing him the man trained him. When pressed why by Will in later years the man finally told the teen that Will reminded him of himself.
Once Will was sure he knew everything the older man had to offer he killed him. Not because he hated him or anything else, it was because it was killed or be killed. After that Will replaced his dead master in his guild of assassins. He quickly proved himself and has so far never failed.
Skills: Sneaking. Stealing. Playing mind games. Politics. Assassination.
Group characters
Camp Half-BloodName: Lara Thomas
Age: 18
Weapon:
Godly Parent: Demeter
Magical Power: Lara can make things grow better or she can kill plants instantly. She also as an affinity to horses (Female ones only)
Appearance:
<Lost>
Lara takes after her mother in appearance. She has blonde-red hair that she keeps short. It's naturally curly and unruly. There's usually some sort of flower in it, thanks to her gardening activities. She has steel grey eyes which most people feel that they're cold and uncaring. She is only five foot four. However thanks to her time at camp she knows how to make the most of it. She's skinny and pretty much flat chested, but not frail. She's all muscle despite being a daughter of Demeter.
Personality: Lara is soft spoken but really stubborn. She knows what she wants in life and she goes after it. She gets her personality from her father since she never meet her mother. Because of her mother, the only person people think of when they look at her, she gets under estimated a lot. Which works in her favor. She loves to win and to get her way. With other people she has a short temper and attention span. However with plants and animals she is kind and patient. Because of this she had a lot of friends that are non-humans.
Bio: Lara grew up with her father without knowing who her mother was. Her father suspected but doubted it after a few years so he never told her. Her father was a farmer and she grew up on a farm because of this. When she got older strange things began to happen and her mother visited. She said that Lara had to go to camp half-blood. Her father didn't want Lara to go, but Demeter convinced him. This is her fifth year at camp.
Age: 18
Weapon:
Godly Parent: Demeter
Magical Power: Lara can make things grow better or she can kill plants instantly. She also as an affinity to horses (Female ones only)
Appearance:
<Lost>
Lara takes after her mother in appearance. She has blonde-red hair that she keeps short. It's naturally curly and unruly. There's usually some sort of flower in it, thanks to her gardening activities. She has steel grey eyes which most people feel that they're cold and uncaring. She is only five foot four. However thanks to her time at camp she knows how to make the most of it. She's skinny and pretty much flat chested, but not frail. She's all muscle despite being a daughter of Demeter.
Personality: Lara is soft spoken but really stubborn. She knows what she wants in life and she goes after it. She gets her personality from her father since she never meet her mother. Because of her mother, the only person people think of when they look at her, she gets under estimated a lot. Which works in her favor. She loves to win and to get her way. With other people she has a short temper and attention span. However with plants and animals she is kind and patient. Because of this she had a lot of friends that are non-humans.
Bio: Lara grew up with her father without knowing who her mother was. Her father suspected but doubted it after a few years so he never told her. Her father was a farmer and she grew up on a farm because of this. When she got older strange things began to happen and her mother visited. She said that Lara had to go to camp half-blood. Her father didn't want Lara to go, but Demeter convinced him. This is her fifth year at camp.
Appearance:
<Lost>
Vaughn stands at five foot eleven. He's quite muscular and fit. He's not as tan as most because he limits his exposure to the sun and does a lot of his hunting at night. He has black eyes and hair (when he doesn't shave it off).
Clothing:
Name: Vaughn Davies
Age: 28
Nationality: American
Personality: Vaughn, surprisingly enough for all his macho attitude, is a nerd. He liked comics and anime before the world "Went To Hell In A Hand Basket". (Well, he still likes them but there is the understandable problem of never getting anything new) He is a pretty easy going guy. Never really worries about anything and doesn't really stress out. He enjoys a good time hanging out with friends. However if you do manage to make him angry he can hold a grudge that can put to shame any 'Mary-sue', Preppy, Valley girl.
Bio: Vaughn was the middle child. Or as his sisters called him: 'Last to be noticed'. Though whenever he did anything wrong his sisters were sure to tattle on him. His elder sister, Sarah, was three years older. His younger sister, Beth, was only one year behind. His mother was a single mother for most of Vaughn's younger years. She never spoke about his father. Vaughn learned early on that each of the children had a different father. Sarah was white, but had a Hispanic look to her. Beth, despite her mother being white, was completely black in appearance.
Despite his rather diverse background Vaughn's life was a happy one. His mother loved them and was able to provide for all of their needs, though not all of their wants. They never had high-end clothing or the newest toys. But they didn't need it. Vaughn cites his frugal mentality as stemming from his childhood. His friends used to tease him that he'd pinch a penny until it screamed. Or that he'd put Mr. Scrooge to shame.
Life was good until Beth got sick. Vaughn and Beth had remained far closer to each than to Sarah other even after they moved apart. After Beth got sick he moved her into his place so he could help take care of her. Even with medical care she passed away after a few months. It devastated Vaughn badly. So much so that it ended his long time relationship with Faith who wasn't graceful about it. Faith proclaimed he loved his sister more than her and took off. Vaughn still wonders about what would have happened with them if the end of the world hadn't come soon after.
Survival: When the Aliens came Vaughn at first couldn't believe what was happening. It wasn't until the nearest large town, about twenty minutes away, was attacked that it became real for him. Though in many ways it was too late. He couldn't get to his mother or his older sister, Sarah, because of the Husks. he ended up with a few of his friends hunkered down outside his rural town. The group put their zombie apocalypse skills to good use. Though they had no defenses except for running. Machetes and shot guns while good against humans, failed against the aliens and their tech.
After two months under siege their group was down to six people. Only three were from the original, including Vaughn. By the third month it was just Vaughn and two others. They had been forced deeper, way from the cities in an effort to remain unnoticed. When the Heroes arrived and ended the "war", Vaughn and his group didn't know about it until weeks after when people slowly started emerging once more.
Occupation: Vaughn was a mechanic. He mainly worked on Motorcycles. Though he did restore the occasional classic car. During the two years while his sister Beth was terminally ill he did pick up as many jobs as he could for extra income. Most were part-time.
Skills: Archery. Rudimentary Mechanical knowledge, frugality.
The Awakening: Vaughn's Awakening was quite 'normal' in the sense that more strange things really didn't happen to him. Mainly he felt the same sensation of being wet, though he describes it as drowning in frigid water. As for the period of unconsciousness, he can't say much happened. What stuck with him the most was when regain consciousness he felt relief as if he finally found something he had been searching for. Unlike other people he didn't feel much stronger or faster. But he noticed more than he ever did and in reverse, people seemed to notice him less.
Magic Affinity: Shadows. Basically he can blend in better.
<Lost>
Vaughn stands at five foot eleven. He's quite muscular and fit. He's not as tan as most because he limits his exposure to the sun and does a lot of his hunting at night. He has black eyes and hair (when he doesn't shave it off).
Clothing:
Name: Vaughn Davies
Age: 28
Nationality: American
Personality: Vaughn, surprisingly enough for all his macho attitude, is a nerd. He liked comics and anime before the world "Went To Hell In A Hand Basket". (Well, he still likes them but there is the understandable problem of never getting anything new) He is a pretty easy going guy. Never really worries about anything and doesn't really stress out. He enjoys a good time hanging out with friends. However if you do manage to make him angry he can hold a grudge that can put to shame any 'Mary-sue', Preppy, Valley girl.
Bio: Vaughn was the middle child. Or as his sisters called him: 'Last to be noticed'. Though whenever he did anything wrong his sisters were sure to tattle on him. His elder sister, Sarah, was three years older. His younger sister, Beth, was only one year behind. His mother was a single mother for most of Vaughn's younger years. She never spoke about his father. Vaughn learned early on that each of the children had a different father. Sarah was white, but had a Hispanic look to her. Beth, despite her mother being white, was completely black in appearance.
Despite his rather diverse background Vaughn's life was a happy one. His mother loved them and was able to provide for all of their needs, though not all of their wants. They never had high-end clothing or the newest toys. But they didn't need it. Vaughn cites his frugal mentality as stemming from his childhood. His friends used to tease him that he'd pinch a penny until it screamed. Or that he'd put Mr. Scrooge to shame.
Life was good until Beth got sick. Vaughn and Beth had remained far closer to each than to Sarah other even after they moved apart. After Beth got sick he moved her into his place so he could help take care of her. Even with medical care she passed away after a few months. It devastated Vaughn badly. So much so that it ended his long time relationship with Faith who wasn't graceful about it. Faith proclaimed he loved his sister more than her and took off. Vaughn still wonders about what would have happened with them if the end of the world hadn't come soon after.
Survival: When the Aliens came Vaughn at first couldn't believe what was happening. It wasn't until the nearest large town, about twenty minutes away, was attacked that it became real for him. Though in many ways it was too late. He couldn't get to his mother or his older sister, Sarah, because of the Husks. he ended up with a few of his friends hunkered down outside his rural town. The group put their zombie apocalypse skills to good use. Though they had no defenses except for running. Machetes and shot guns while good against humans, failed against the aliens and their tech.
After two months under siege their group was down to six people. Only three were from the original, including Vaughn. By the third month it was just Vaughn and two others. They had been forced deeper, way from the cities in an effort to remain unnoticed. When the Heroes arrived and ended the "war", Vaughn and his group didn't know about it until weeks after when people slowly started emerging once more.
Occupation: Vaughn was a mechanic. He mainly worked on Motorcycles. Though he did restore the occasional classic car. During the two years while his sister Beth was terminally ill he did pick up as many jobs as he could for extra income. Most were part-time.
Skills: Archery. Rudimentary Mechanical knowledge, frugality.
The Awakening: Vaughn's Awakening was quite 'normal' in the sense that more strange things really didn't happen to him. Mainly he felt the same sensation of being wet, though he describes it as drowning in frigid water. As for the period of unconsciousness, he can't say much happened. What stuck with him the most was when regain consciousness he felt relief as if he finally found something he had been searching for. Unlike other people he didn't feel much stronger or faster. But he noticed more than he ever did and in reverse, people seemed to notice him less.
Magic Affinity: Shadows. Basically he can blend in better.
BASIC INFO
- n a m e » June Winslow
- n i c k n a m e s » Raven
- g e n d e r » Female
- a g e » 34
- r a c e » Human
- s e x u a l i t y » Asexual
- f a c t i o n » Herself
- r e l i g i o n » Neither, but she supports the New over the Old
- o c c u p a t i o n » Mercenary
INNER SELF
- a p p e a r a n c e » June has brown eyes and auburn hair. In the right light her hair appears almost purple. There is also blonde streaks in the front, framing her face. June has aged well over the years and doesn't have many noticeable scars, but if you were to see her without her armour, you'd see she has many. She has a very distinctive scar of a Raven on her shoulder which started her nickname. In keeping with the theme she has had Ravens added to her armour.
- p e r s o n a l i t y » June tries to be a very dour person. She frowns and grumbles but it's all a facade. She likes nothing more than to laugh and to "let her hair down". She'll often find herself laughing in the middle of battle or at other inopportune times. This leads other people to think she's crazy, and maybe she is. She is easily distracted by contests and loves a good fight. She doesn't choose her jobs on the amount of money. Rather she judges by skill, enjoyment and consequences.
- h i s t o r y » June was orphaned at an young age. She never knew if her parents abandoned her of it they had died. She was raised by farmers, a rather austere religious couple. Her father had never really approved of her violent tendencies, but couldn't stop her from getting into trouble. When it became apparent she was going to get herself killed or worse if she didn't know how to properly defend herself he hired an old soldier who lived in their same small town. He taught June how to use a sword and the creeds that he had lived by. In her own manner she absorbed everything he taught and kept only what she wanted. In the end she had a very peculiar blend of sword fighting and dirty fighting.
At the age of nineteen after she turned down the idea of marriage to another man, she ran away from home. On one of her various adventures she fell in with a mercenary group and learned more from them. However she left after only a few months. Being the sole girl in a group of me wasn't the best situation. On her way out she stole quite a bit of money, enough to start her own band, consisting of herself. By the time she was twenty six she had a name for herself and was recognized as a mercenary. - l i k e s »
- Laughing
- Flowers
- Fighting
- Being the Best
- d i s l i k e s »
- Losing
- Dogs
- Hot/Spicy Food
- Liars
- f l a w s »
- Very Competitive. She always has to be better and makes a competition out of everything.
- Tends to tell the truth even if it's detrimental
- Might be Crazy
- Violent Tendencies
- Self Centered. If she think she might die, she'll leave you.
SO UNCIVILIZED!
- w e a p o n s »
- Bastard Sword
- Boot Knife
- Sword Swords (2) For Dual Wielding
- Crossbow
- a b i l i t i e s »
- Brute Strength
- Battle minded/tactics
- Winning made up contests
- Talking a million miles a minute
BEHIND THE SCENES
- p o s t c o l o r (s) » Brown
- t h e m e s o n g s » Back in Black by ACDC
Blue Demon
| Identity |
Doreen Green a.k.a. (The Unbeatable) Squirrel Girl
| Origin & Backstory |
1987-1997: The Early Years
As Doreen grew so did her powers. The little girl climbed before she could walk. Ate nuts before anything else and chittered at squirrels. Her parents took this in stride as best they could. When it became obvious the other children avoided her but not the squirrels, her parents tried to get her to act "normal". Doreen became very unhappy. After a few months her parents decided her being abnormal and happy was better than normal and unhappy. They encouraged her behavior instead and resigned themselves that Doreen would always be Doreen. Though they did not encourage her nest building tendencies. Nor her habit of teething on wooden table legs. (It was too expensive to keep replacing tables.)
1998-2000: Dreaming of Being Super
Doreen first consciously decided she wanted to grow up and be a superhero at the age of eleven. She still even remembered the day. It was when the Brotherhood of mutants attacked a missile silo and were stopped by the X-Men. Doreen remembered watching them on TV, out of focus and blurry because they were so far away. But it was still the most amazing thing she had ever seen. Her favorite quickly became Wolverine because he seemed so much like her, even if he had far longer claws. After that all Doreen would talk about was being a superhero. Her parents didn't quite encourage her, but upon seeing she wasn't going to do anything active about it, didn't press the issue. Doreen pretty much lived her life at the point the same has she had been. Of course that all changed in 2001.
2001-2002: The Year of the Squirrel
Like most people Doreen didn't know what was happening when the attacks of September 11th happened. Because she was on the West Coast she didn't hear about it until she was awakened by her mother. The two of them watched the news long into the day. In the days after Doreen was entranced by the reappearance of "Superheroes". Though to the young girl it was an amazing sight. Doreen chatted to her parents day after day about joining them. Doreen's mother knowing her daughter well eventually give up trying to stop her little girl. She created Doreen's first costume and did her make up and set her off. The teen, aged 14, tracked down her favorite hero, Iron Man and tried to become his sidekick. However he turned her down saying she was too young. Not at all rebuffed, she hunted down her next favorite, The Fantastic Four. With the same results Doreen tried once more with Superman. But she didn't even think he saw her.
Still the young teen was not deterred. Monkey Joe suggested that perhaps before they tried to become someone's sidekick, perhaps they needed more experience. Doreen happily agreed and began to fight (minor) crimes "solo". (She did have her squirrel friends to help even if most people didn't recognize them as legit crime fighters).
2003-2005: Squirrels Attack!
With anti-mutant resentment on the rise Doreen's parents moved to another part of Los Angeles. The teen learned how to tuck her tail into her pants and hide a few more of her squirrel habits. Though she never completely neglected herself. She mainly hid for and because of her parents. Both her mother and father worried that if she was outed as a mutant she'd be taken from them. Of course Doreen worried that if she gained an arch-nemesis he'd come after her parents. Those three years Doreen honed a lot of her skills and so did her squirrel friends. They became very good at coordination and finding people's weaknesses. (You'd be surprised about how many would be robbers freaked out when a scurry of squirrels fell on their heads. Most were happy to give up and she'd call them off. Needless to say her squirrel friends didn't have a very high opinion of villains.)
During those years Doreen also faced a handful of super-villains. No one main stream, and she never really heard of them afterwards. Monkey Joe laughingly said it was because they were too embarrassed after having been defeated by a bunch of squirrels. She also ran into Deadpool who gave her a card set of villains that he had complied.
2006: Death and Aliens
Doreen hadn't really thought her 19th year alive would be terribly exciting. After all her 16th birthday had come and gone without much aplomb. And it's not like her squirrel friends really tracked years like she did. She was looking forward to moving out since she was now finished with High School. The only problem was getting a job. That very thought was in Doreen's head the day the Aliens came. (Not that there weren't aliens before. Here's to looking at you Superman.) These Star’ro parasites started killing people and had the audacity to attack Doreen. Well, Squirrel Girl didn't take that lying down. She rounded up all her squirrel friends and attacked the alien menace. Unknown to her in another part of the world the most epic team up was happening. Later Doreen would bemoan her fate about not being there. But she had more important things to worry about. After the aliens were defeated Doreen learned that winning had come at a terrible price. Monkey Joe, her best friend and companion had given his life. In fact all of the squirrels that had aided her perished. All but one. Devastated Doreen gave him a proper funeral and mourned.
However Doreen didn't put up the costume. If she id his sacrifice would have been in vain. With the aid of Tippy-Toe, the only squirrel survivor of her squirrel army, Doreen was able to accept Monkey Joe's death and continue on. With Tippy-Toe's encouragement she decided to try and join a team.
2007: Tryouts
Doreen solicited to join the Justice league and the Teen Titans (despite being 20). However she was turned down by both groups. Apparently having squirrel powers wasn't considered good enough. Still, like always, the young woman was undeterred. She was going to join a team and that was that. During her search she was approached by S.H.I.E.L.D. They told her they had been watching her for some time and thought she'd be an asset. However Doreen didn't want to join S.H.I.E.L.D., despite the fact they had the Avengers Initiative. Mainly because they tired to recruit her for the spy side. Doreen didn't want to spy, she wanted to be a hero.So Doreen continued her search. When she heard of a new team called The Defenders. They didn't accept her as a full time member. But she was able to become kind of an honorary member. Basically she was a glorified babysitter for Luke Cage's and Jessica Jones' little newborn. Still Doreen was thrilled to be accepted.
2008-2010: The Calm Before the Storm
Doreen after being accepted by The Defenders helped out a little with running the team, or liked to think she was. In 2009 she decided to go back to school with a little encouragement from Jessica. Doreen applied and was accepted to Empire State University (ESU) which was close to where The Defenders were located so she could be close enough if they had need of her.| Attributes |
Powers:
Doreen is a Mutant. Physically she looks quite normal except for a few key features. These include her prehensile tail, which is roughly three to four feet in length and quite bushy. She has large buck teeth which are excellent for chewing through wood. She has claws on her fingers, which she can easily hide since they are not very exaggerated. She also has retractable knuckle spikes which can extend up to two inches (not quite squirrel like, but they do come in handy!).
She tells most people that she has the proportional strength of a squirrel. However that isn't the entire set of her powers. If you ask nicely she'll happily give you the whole list and a demonstration. First is superhuman strength and agility which is proportional to what a squirrel would have if it was Doreen's size. Because of this she can jump really high and from tree to tree. She has 'squirrel agility', or heightened reflexes. Also heightened vision which enables her to see in low-light situations. Though the downside is that everything (in low-light) is red hued. She also has an enhanced sense of smell. Which in the city she tries not to use. Doreen is especially proud that her lips taste like hazelnuts (or so all her boyfriends have told her).
Skills:
Doreen is capable of communicating with and understanding squirrels. She does not communicate with squirrels telepathically, instead she has an understanding of their language, and the ability to speak it. All squirrels can understand English (and probably other languages too because they are that smart. Think about that next time you kick one).
Doreen is also a superb hand-to-hand combatant. She's taken classes and self-trained. She also has developed the skill of finding an obscure weakness so she doesn't have to fight everyone she meets. (After all she doesn't want to hurt her squirrel friends.)
Equipment:
Doreen has a variety of items. Her favorite is a utility belt. It has multiple pouches that contain nuts to give as snacks to her squirrel friends. These are known humorously as her "nut sacks". She also carried around cards that give villain stats. She has one set of 'Iron Man Vs. Series battle cards'. She also has a set of Deadpool cards that describe villains called 'Deadpool's Guide to Super Villains'. She always has them because you never know when they might come in handy.
Partners:
Tippy-Toe: Doreen's main squirrel sidekick. Tippy-Toe is easily distinguishable from the other squirrels by the pink ribbon tied in a bow about her neck. (Yes, Tippy-Toe is a she.)
Random Squirrels: No explanation necessary here.
| Character Notes |
Superhero fan girl.
NPCs:
Parents (Carl & Whitney)
Tippy-Toe
Squirrels in New York/ESU
Locations:
L.A., CA
Empire State University, NY
L.A., CA
Empire State University, NY
Rogues:
None yet. But she usually takes on petty criminals a lot...
None yet. But she usually takes on petty criminals a lot...
| Character Goals |
They say honesty is the best policy. So I'm going with that. I'm not sure I'll make the best Squirrel Girl ever. But I'm pretty sure she'll at least be amusing to read. I'd like to take her to new places and to meet new people and to grow as a person. One of the most fundamental things about Doreen is that she never gets down. There is always a bright side. I think this RP will need that bright side as things progress. Not only that, she's a very versatile character, she can join anyone and be an asset. I intend to see her through at least three separate arcs right off hand. I also intend that she lands a key role in later encounters. I hope you'll all love Doreen as much as I've enjoyed making this CS.
Arcs
+ Doreen really wants to graduate from "Ultimate Fan" to the big leagues.
+ Juggling College, work, making friends, and her 'Secret Identity'. More slice of life and how things tend to fall apart.
+ Possibly a misadventure with another character in which Doreen helps them in squirrely ways. (I'm up to working with anyone that will have me)
| Sample Post |
"Prepared to be defeated Doctor Doom!" Doreen proclaimed, foot on a railing, squirrels around her. They over looked Doctor Doom who wheeled about at her words.
"The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl!" He cried. "How did you defeat my impenetrable defenses?!"
Doreen laughed at him. "You might have Justice League and Avenger-proofed your fortress, but it's not squirrel proofed!" With these words Doreen leapt through the air to where Doctor Doom was standing. He jerked a little in surprise at her.
"How dare you tresspass on Latverian soil!" He raised his arms. "Prepare to die!"
Doreen laughed again. "I think not!" At the very moment squirrels landed all over Doctor Doom's body. The Villain flailed about as her furry friends pulled at his advanced suit of armor. He tried to toss them away but more were there to take their places. From his head Moneky Joe held on like he was riding a bull and waving a cowboy's hat. Tippy-Toe with her pink bow ran up and down laughing happily.
"It's over Doctor Doom." Doreen told him.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Not yet!" Doctor Doom cried as an alarm sounded. "You haven't defeated me yet Unbeatable Squirrel Girl!"
"What have you done Doom?" It was Doreen's turn to cry. The annoying sound continued to go off. There was something so familiar about that... But there was no time for that. Doreen had to stop whatever evil nefarious Doomsday device Doctor Doom had set off. She was the world's only hope!
"You'll never defeat me." Doom crackled. Even if his armor was being pulled to pieces.
Monkey Joe leapt off Doom and onto a control panel. Then he pointed. "Doreen! That control panel! The Green Button!" The small squirrel pointed and without any hesitation Doreen jumped and landed next to the panel and mashed the button. The infernal beeping noise stopped.
"Curses!" Doctor Doom shouted.
Doreen turned back to Doom. She smiled in triumph and punched him in the face with a battle cry. "You Suck!"
Doctor Doom crumpled to the ground and all the squirrel's cheered Doreen. She stood there for a moment a preened. "Everyone's going to want to see this." Doreen exclaimed suddenly. "Tippy, Joe, get over here." Doreen pulled out her cellphone and stood with a boot on Doom and took a selfie. "Ha!" She said happily. "Now lets take him in."
Easily, with one hand, because the other was still occupied with her phone, she hefted Doom over her shoulder and took him outside his fortress. Outside the grounds were covered with the Avengers and the Justice League. Someone took Doom from her. Superman and Iron Man lifted her onto their shoulders while the rest of the heroes cheered.
"Doreen. Doreen. Doreen." They chanted. Doreen happily waved, thrilled at finally having been accepted by them.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Doreen ignored the sound to bask in the glow of praise from Iron Man. (Who also wanted to be her sidekick.)
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Superman looked up at her. "Aren't you going to get that?"
"The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl!" He cried. "How did you defeat my impenetrable defenses?!"
Doreen laughed at him. "You might have Justice League and Avenger-proofed your fortress, but it's not squirrel proofed!" With these words Doreen leapt through the air to where Doctor Doom was standing. He jerked a little in surprise at her.
"How dare you tresspass on Latverian soil!" He raised his arms. "Prepare to die!"
Doreen laughed again. "I think not!" At the very moment squirrels landed all over Doctor Doom's body. The Villain flailed about as her furry friends pulled at his advanced suit of armor. He tried to toss them away but more were there to take their places. From his head Moneky Joe held on like he was riding a bull and waving a cowboy's hat. Tippy-Toe with her pink bow ran up and down laughing happily.
"It's over Doctor Doom." Doreen told him.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Not yet!" Doctor Doom cried as an alarm sounded. "You haven't defeated me yet Unbeatable Squirrel Girl!"
"What have you done Doom?" It was Doreen's turn to cry. The annoying sound continued to go off. There was something so familiar about that... But there was no time for that. Doreen had to stop whatever evil nefarious Doomsday device Doctor Doom had set off. She was the world's only hope!
"You'll never defeat me." Doom crackled. Even if his armor was being pulled to pieces.
Monkey Joe leapt off Doom and onto a control panel. Then he pointed. "Doreen! That control panel! The Green Button!" The small squirrel pointed and without any hesitation Doreen jumped and landed next to the panel and mashed the button. The infernal beeping noise stopped.
"Curses!" Doctor Doom shouted.
Doreen turned back to Doom. She smiled in triumph and punched him in the face with a battle cry. "You Suck!"
Doctor Doom crumpled to the ground and all the squirrel's cheered Doreen. She stood there for a moment a preened. "Everyone's going to want to see this." Doreen exclaimed suddenly. "Tippy, Joe, get over here." Doreen pulled out her cellphone and stood with a boot on Doom and took a selfie. "Ha!" She said happily. "Now lets take him in."
Easily, with one hand, because the other was still occupied with her phone, she hefted Doom over her shoulder and took him outside his fortress. Outside the grounds were covered with the Avengers and the Justice League. Someone took Doom from her. Superman and Iron Man lifted her onto their shoulders while the rest of the heroes cheered.
"Doreen. Doreen. Doreen." They chanted. Doreen happily waved, thrilled at finally having been accepted by them.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Doreen ignored the sound to bask in the glow of praise from Iron Man. (Who also wanted to be her sidekick.)
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Superman looked up at her. "Aren't you going to get that?"
Doreen cracked open a eye and groaned. Her alarm clock continued to wail at her. Groggily she reached out a patted it until it stopped. She levered herself into a semi-sitting position and checked the time. 6:48. Doreen dropped her head back to the pillow.
"Five more minutes." She grumbled. Five more minutes until she had to get ready for class.
Character Name: Eric Longstaff
Real Name: Wyatt Oakley
Real Age: 23
Appearance:
Class: Holy Man
Job(s): Tinker. He makes small novelty items, repairs stuff and generally doesn't get paid much.
Skill List:
Active Skills
Blessing: Heal
The most basic skill for any person of faith. They invoke their God/Goddess for a blessing of health. This level of healing is only able to regenerate minor health and heal minor wounds. But hey, it's better than nothing. It cannot be stacked.
Blessing: Defense
The most basic skill for any person of faith. They invoke their God/Goddess for a blessing of defense. Faith is your armor. When this blessing is invoked you receive bonus' to your defense. If you're in a party, members closest to you also share in the bonus. Not stack able.
Blessing: Offense
The most basic skill for any person of faith. They invoke their God/Goddess for a blessing of offense. You can add bonus' to one weapon at a time to increase it's offensive rating. Weapon will also do additional holy damage against demonic, chaotic or undead beings when using a basic attack. Cannot be stacked.
Passive Skills
Passive: Man of Faith
Because of your belief in a God/Goddess you are granted a bonus to your diplomacy skills. Also, NPCs will be more inclined to trust you.
Equipment List: A long staff. Leather vest. Faith. Boots.
Other:Derik is the God of Selflessness. He is usually worshiped in conjunction with his wife, Medla, the goddess of selfishness. Together they emphasize balance. Those who worship the duo focus the balance aspect and try to follow their tenants.
Real Name: Wyatt Oakley
Real Age: 23
Appearance:
Class: Holy Man
Job(s): Tinker. He makes small novelty items, repairs stuff and generally doesn't get paid much.
Skill List:
Active Skills
Blessing: Heal
The most basic skill for any person of faith. They invoke their God/Goddess for a blessing of health. This level of healing is only able to regenerate minor health and heal minor wounds. But hey, it's better than nothing. It cannot be stacked.
Blessing: Defense
The most basic skill for any person of faith. They invoke their God/Goddess for a blessing of defense. Faith is your armor. When this blessing is invoked you receive bonus' to your defense. If you're in a party, members closest to you also share in the bonus. Not stack able.
Blessing: Offense
The most basic skill for any person of faith. They invoke their God/Goddess for a blessing of offense. You can add bonus' to one weapon at a time to increase it's offensive rating. Weapon will also do additional holy damage against demonic, chaotic or undead beings when using a basic attack. Cannot be stacked.
Passive Skills
Passive: Man of Faith
Because of your belief in a God/Goddess you are granted a bonus to your diplomacy skills. Also, NPCs will be more inclined to trust you.
Equipment List: A long staff. Leather vest. Faith. Boots.
Other:Derik is the God of Selflessness. He is usually worshiped in conjunction with his wife, Medla, the goddess of selfishness. Together they emphasize balance. Those who worship the duo focus the balance aspect and try to follow their tenants.
Name: Ginny White (Broker)
Age: 27
Alignment/Position: Evil, Information Broker
Preferred Dialogue Color: White, [000000]
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 110lbs
Appearance: Ginny is on the shorter side. She only stands at five foot three. She has short, dyed, blonde hair. Her natural color is a darker brown. She has blue-green eyes and a fair complexion. Ginny is skinny and rather flat and without curves, however she knows how to dress to highlight what little assets she has. Age: 27
Alignment/Position: Evil, Information Broker
Preferred Dialogue Color: White, [000000]
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 110lbs
General Apparel: Ginny dresses for the occasion. She wears anything from designer dresses to sweat pants.
Lifestyle Notes: Single, no pets.
Location: Ginny lives in the residential district. Her minions don't own any territory. Instead they exist anywhere and everywhere. They operate freely, and if any one has a problem with it, they can't gain Ginny's services no matter how much money they pay.
Afflictions: She's only human
Likes:
- Learning secrets
- Laughing
- Work
- Lying
- Ripping people off
- Making others cry
- Blackmailing others
- Money
Dislikes:
- Morons
- Being Honest
- Yelling
- Being denied physical contact
- Not finding out someone's secrets first
- Being blackmailed*Poor people
Fears:
- Pain
- Forgetting things
- Death
- Her family learning who she really is
Superhuman Ability and Description:
Powers: Psychometry (ESP)
Whenever Ginny touches and person or object she can get a "reading" off of it. For example, if Ginny touches a door knob and concentrates, she can see the last couple of people who also touched the door knob and know when they did so. However not all readings are clear. The older the object is, the easier it is to get a reading. If there was a traumatic event attached to the object, the easier it would be to see it. The newer the object is, the harder. People are extremely hard and most readings are nonsensical. Ginny cannot get readings off charred objects (if nothing has touched it after the burning) or liquids or gases.
Skills:
- Computers
- Ginny can hack almost all computers, but not from a distance. She uses her ESP to "see" the passwords from the keyboard.
- Ginny does have some natural computer skills, but not hacking related.
- Eidetic Memory
- Once Ginny has seen/read/smelled/heard/tasted something once, she'll never forget it.
- However it's not all active recall. She can "forget" things if she doesn't consciously think about everything pertaining to the subject/issue.
- Compartmentalization.
- Ginny organizes her memories like filing cabinets, which eases recall.
- Seduction.
- Manipulation.
History: Ginny was born to poor parents. They wasted whatever money they gained on booze and drugs. Needless to say home life was no life for little Ginny. She spent a lot of time at school, either in the library or on the playground. She rarely went home unless she had to. Because of her peculiar gifts she excelled in school. She graduated High School by the age 14 and went to college. She gained her emaciation the very next year when she was fifteen.
Since she had a free ride to a very prestigious University she focused on ridding herself of her past and elevating herself. She went to work for a pharmaceutical corporation, Axell Corp., and started earning more money. But it wasn't enough for Ginny. Through her connections she began to discover the world of blackmail. The added income was very much needed and appreciated. By the time she was seventeen, Broker, was a force in the underground. If you wanted information Broker would get it to you at a price. Ginny didn't care who she sold information to, as long as they paid.
By the time she was in her twenties she had set herself up an empire in the underworld. In her alternate life she was now a shareholder in Axell Corp. Her quick and deft mind kept her above scrutiny and climbing the corporate later.
Follower Information: Ginny hand picked everyone who works for her. Everyone is very loyal, and those who aren't are killed. All of Ginny's minions are of equal status in her organization. Only Ginny herself is over anyone. Each minion maintains a separate life. Though they are all paid equally no matter how many times they act as go-betweens between Ginny and their clients. Mainly because of the risk of death at any moment while working.
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Veronica is just over average height. She has dirty blonde hair and yellow-brown eyes. She has pale skin without blemish. While Veronica is slim and toned, she retained her curves and has a medium sized chest. Her hands on the other hand are scared from years of hard work and error. She also has a noticeable scar on her right thigh that she always keeps covered.
Alias: Juliet Lowe or Sheriff (Call-Sign)
Affiliation: S.S.R, (CIA, Homeland Security)
Rank:
Gender: Female
Weight: 160
Height: 5'8"
Eye Color: Yellow-Brown
In-Depth Psych Report: Veronica is a cold and aloof woman. When she looks at someone they feel like she's judged them and found them lacking. She doesn't make small talk easily and tends to be very blunt. Which often hurts and makes people angry. She knows that she is very skilled and often comes across like a narcissist because she wont down play her skills. Veronica is also a stickler for the rules. She likes to quote regulations when people are in error.
Veronica, die to her upbringing always feels as if she has to prove something. Deep down inside she doesn't believe she is good enough. But she bottles that and all other pesky emotions. Sometimes, when it gets to be too much, she explodes. Sometimes this results in her yelling, screaming and/or ranting. Other times it ends up with a dead body.
Biography Report:Veronica is an only child. Her father wanted a boy badly. So her mother continued to try and try. When Veronica was six her mother finally became pregnant again. Then the unthinkable happened. Her mother passed away two months before her baby brother was due to be born. They tried to save the little boy, but he too died despite the doctor's best efforts. Her father hadn't been the most likable man even when his wife was alive. After her mother died, Veronica was treated like she was her father's little soldier. It was all "Yessir or No sir". No "Dad" or "Father".
Veronica's father expected nothing less than perfection from his daughter. He pushed her to achieve straight 'A's. In addition he also trained her, in all sorts of combat techniques and gunman ship. By the time she was twelve she could dismantle and assemble a gun in under a few seconds. As she aged, due to her father, Veronica was chronically depressed. She didn't have a life outside of her Father's tasks and studying for school.
When she was proficient enough in guns and combat he began to teach her hunting and tracking. Being in the woods became her solace. While they were stalking their prey he wasn't angry, he didn't shout. In fact he was almost like what she pictured a father was supposed to be.
When Veronica graduated high school she went right to college for a criminal justice degree. While she was at university she took an internship with homeland security. When she received her BA she had a job waiting for her. She spent nearly six years at Homeland before the CIA stole her away. Ironically she only spent three years there before the SSR stole her away.
Abilities:
Weapons: Various knives of various lengths and sizes. (Basically where she can hide a knife she does. This includes ceramic knives) Two hand guns, Rugers
Extra: Her father is the retired General Jake Smart, former Army. He consults sometimes in Washington.
Veronica Smart
Veronica is just over average height. She has dirty blonde hair and yellow-brown eyes. She has pale skin without blemish. While Veronica is slim and toned, she retained her curves and has a medium sized chest. Her hands on the other hand are scared from years of hard work and error. She also has a noticeable scar on her right thigh that she always keeps covered.
Alias: Juliet Lowe or Sheriff (Call-Sign)
Affiliation: S.S.R, (CIA, Homeland Security)
Rank:
Gender: Female
Weight: 160
Height: 5'8"
Eye Color: Yellow-Brown
In-Depth Psych Report: Veronica is a cold and aloof woman. When she looks at someone they feel like she's judged them and found them lacking. She doesn't make small talk easily and tends to be very blunt. Which often hurts and makes people angry. She knows that she is very skilled and often comes across like a narcissist because she wont down play her skills. Veronica is also a stickler for the rules. She likes to quote regulations when people are in error.
Veronica, die to her upbringing always feels as if she has to prove something. Deep down inside she doesn't believe she is good enough. But she bottles that and all other pesky emotions. Sometimes, when it gets to be too much, she explodes. Sometimes this results in her yelling, screaming and/or ranting. Other times it ends up with a dead body.
Biography Report:Veronica is an only child. Her father wanted a boy badly. So her mother continued to try and try. When Veronica was six her mother finally became pregnant again. Then the unthinkable happened. Her mother passed away two months before her baby brother was due to be born. They tried to save the little boy, but he too died despite the doctor's best efforts. Her father hadn't been the most likable man even when his wife was alive. After her mother died, Veronica was treated like she was her father's little soldier. It was all "Yessir or No sir". No "Dad" or "Father".
Veronica's father expected nothing less than perfection from his daughter. He pushed her to achieve straight 'A's. In addition he also trained her, in all sorts of combat techniques and gunman ship. By the time she was twelve she could dismantle and assemble a gun in under a few seconds. As she aged, due to her father, Veronica was chronically depressed. She didn't have a life outside of her Father's tasks and studying for school.
When she was proficient enough in guns and combat he began to teach her hunting and tracking. Being in the woods became her solace. While they were stalking their prey he wasn't angry, he didn't shout. In fact he was almost like what she pictured a father was supposed to be.
When Veronica graduated high school she went right to college for a criminal justice degree. While she was at university she took an internship with homeland security. When she received her BA she had a job waiting for her. She spent nearly six years at Homeland before the CIA stole her away. Ironically she only spent three years there before the SSR stole her away.
Abilities:
- Espionage: Following and tracking specific targets. She's also good at playing mind games with said targets
- Mixed Fighting skills: Mainly combat oriented. How to fight with guns, sticks, knives, bare handed, etc. She can kill you with a bottle cap.
- Guns: If it's a gun, Veronica can use it.
Weapons: Various knives of various lengths and sizes. (Basically where she can hide a knife she does. This includes ceramic knives) Two hand guns, Rugers
Extra: Her father is the retired General Jake Smart, former Army. He consults sometimes in Washington.
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Amara and Mesi are identical twins. The only tell-tell sign to tell them apart is their height. Mesi is just a hair shorter than Amara. But no one can tell really them apart. Not even their parents. They both wear the same hair style and clothes. The more similar they look the better. Both girls are skinny, but they are physically fit. They both have mocha colored skin, black hair and eyes. They have full, pouty, peach colored lips.
Alias: Rain Queen (Call-sign) or Beatrice
Affiliation: S.S.R, (S.H.I.E.L.D. African Branch, South African Army or SA Army)
Rank:
Gender: Female
Weight: 160
Height: 5'8"
Eye Color: Black
In-Depth Psych Report: Amara and Mesi are inseparable. They do everything they can together. They are rarely made at each other. In fact they are never seen not getting along. It's almost eerie about how well they know each other. They've been know to hold entire complex conversations without saying a word.
Amara and Mesi treat other people as if they're best friends and always have been. They're easy to talk to and always willing to engage other people in conversation. They never make people feel stupid, unless they are extra super stupid. But they don't go out of their way to be mean.
However the twins are quite capable of being scary when there's a need. They are not strangers to death or killing. On a battle field Amara seems to have no empathy. But the reverse is true, she cares a lot. When Mesi is on bomb duty and has to deactivate a bomb, she's very zen and calm.
Biography Report: Amara and Mesi were born in South Africa, Africa. Their mother was a security guard and their father was a guide at the local wildlife reservation. They weren't rich, but they weren't poor either. The two sisters attended a white school for rich kids on a scholarship (For being African). Despite the prejudice they were subjected to, the girls didn't grow bitter. In middle school the twins joined the lacrosse sports team.
In High School the twins continued to play Lacrosse, but they also began taking martial arts classes. Mesi began to specialize in chemistry while Amara gravitated to languages. By the time the two were sixteen they decided they wanted to join the Army and began to work even harder.
When the twins graduated the South African Army was more than happy to take them. At first the Army separated the twins, attaching them to different locations. Amara received specialty training on terrorist groups and weapons. Mainly guns. Mesi received bomb squad training and a more in depth chemical understanding.
When the two were in their mid-twenties, they were recruited from the Army by the African branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. There they were trained together in the art of espionage and they learned their most valuable skill. Pretending to be their twin. The two were able to fool everyone after a year, even their parents about whom was whom.This proved very valuable in employing each woman's skill set.
Abilities for Amara:
Abilities for Mesi:
Weapons:
Amara carries a long range, high powered rifle, several knives and a hand gun, smith & weston.
Mesi carries the same hand gun as her twin and the same knives. In addition to those she also carries a taser that doubles as a sharp bludgeon.
Extra:
Amara and Mesi Omehia
Amara and Mesi are identical twins. The only tell-tell sign to tell them apart is their height. Mesi is just a hair shorter than Amara. But no one can tell really them apart. Not even their parents. They both wear the same hair style and clothes. The more similar they look the better. Both girls are skinny, but they are physically fit. They both have mocha colored skin, black hair and eyes. They have full, pouty, peach colored lips.
Alias: Rain Queen (Call-sign) or Beatrice
Affiliation: S.S.R, (S.H.I.E.L.D. African Branch, South African Army or SA Army)
Rank:
Gender: Female
Weight: 160
Height: 5'8"
Eye Color: Black
In-Depth Psych Report: Amara and Mesi are inseparable. They do everything they can together. They are rarely made at each other. In fact they are never seen not getting along. It's almost eerie about how well they know each other. They've been know to hold entire complex conversations without saying a word.
Amara and Mesi treat other people as if they're best friends and always have been. They're easy to talk to and always willing to engage other people in conversation. They never make people feel stupid, unless they are extra super stupid. But they don't go out of their way to be mean.
However the twins are quite capable of being scary when there's a need. They are not strangers to death or killing. On a battle field Amara seems to have no empathy. But the reverse is true, she cares a lot. When Mesi is on bomb duty and has to deactivate a bomb, she's very zen and calm.
Biography Report: Amara and Mesi were born in South Africa, Africa. Their mother was a security guard and their father was a guide at the local wildlife reservation. They weren't rich, but they weren't poor either. The two sisters attended a white school for rich kids on a scholarship (For being African). Despite the prejudice they were subjected to, the girls didn't grow bitter. In middle school the twins joined the lacrosse sports team.
In High School the twins continued to play Lacrosse, but they also began taking martial arts classes. Mesi began to specialize in chemistry while Amara gravitated to languages. By the time the two were sixteen they decided they wanted to join the Army and began to work even harder.
When the twins graduated the South African Army was more than happy to take them. At first the Army separated the twins, attaching them to different locations. Amara received specialty training on terrorist groups and weapons. Mainly guns. Mesi received bomb squad training and a more in depth chemical understanding.
When the two were in their mid-twenties, they were recruited from the Army by the African branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. There they were trained together in the art of espionage and they learned their most valuable skill. Pretending to be their twin. The two were able to fool everyone after a year, even their parents about whom was whom.This proved very valuable in employing each woman's skill set.
Abilities for Amara:
- Linguistics (English, Afrikaans/Dutch, German, Russian, French, Farsi, and some African tribal languages)
- Mad skills in martial arts
- Long-Range shooting
Abilities for Mesi:
- Advanced knowledge of Bombs and Chemistry
- Mad skills in martial arts
Weapons:
Amara carries a long range, high powered rifle, several knives and a hand gun, smith & weston.
Mesi carries the same hand gun as her twin and the same knives. In addition to those she also carries a taser that doubles as a sharp bludgeon.
Extra:
A I S H A
“Love and Passion go hand in hand.”
| IDENTITY |
Aisha Hwang
| PSEUDONYMS |
Kathleen Kenyon
Dressel (as a last name)
Dressel (as a last name)
| DOB |
07/13/2318
| ORIGIN |
Earthling Human
African Decent
| EMPLOYMENT RECORD |
Archaeologist: Current
Biological Scientist: Has Masters in, working on her PhD
Biological Scientist: Has Masters in, working on her PhD
| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |
Aisha is a lovely woman of color. She's of average height, standing at five foot six. Physically she's not overly muscular. She has a nice set of curves on her. She has dark brown eyes and hair. She also has calloused hands from the work she does.
| PHYSICAL ANALYSIS |
Aisha believes in mental prowess over physical. But that doesn't mean she's not physically fit. Because she is. Though she's not as energetic or strong as Wendy. When presented with a physical problem, Aisha is more likely to use science to fix it. E.G. Moving a rock, she'll use fulcrums, levers, etc. If it comes down to a fight, Aisha's more of a school of thought that uses their opponent's strength against them.
| PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS |
Aisha's the smarts of their operation. She sees things in a scientist context and is always the voice of reason. Which is why she loves Wendy. Wendy is the impulsiveness to her cool head. The reason why Aisha is on Mars and loving it.
Aisha is more prone to being emotional despite her heavy emphasis on reason. Aisha has always feel more strongly than her wife. Which is the reason why she relies so heavily on logic. It helps keep her sane. If she doesn't think things through logically she ends up making poor decisions in the heat of the moment.
Despite her analytical mind, Aisha is more carefree when she excavates sites. Something Wendy is always harping on her about.
Aisha is more prone to being emotional despite her heavy emphasis on reason. Aisha has always feel more strongly than her wife. Which is the reason why she relies so heavily on logic. It helps keep her sane. If she doesn't think things through logically she ends up making poor decisions in the heat of the moment.
Despite her analytical mind, Aisha is more carefree when she excavates sites. Something Wendy is always harping on her about.
| BACKGROUND INFORMATION |
Aisha was born to loving parents on Earth, in South Africa. She had two older brothers growing up. Trevor and Kamal. From an early age she was always the doted upon younger sister. Something she hated. To prove that she had what it took to keep up with her siblings she read voraciously and went to college at the age of fourteen. Ironically at the same time as her eldest brother.
Aisha ended in America, going to Yale, still a very prestigious university. Even after all these years. At the university Aisha studied science and ended up majoring in Biological Chemistry (Masters) with a minor in Archaeology. The minor came about after she meet Wendy and feel in love. It was when she was nineteen and beginning her last year as a Masters student. And so after she finished her Masters degree she took a few side courses to stick close to Wendy.
Ironically while Aisha was wasting her time getting a minor she realized that Wendy was someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. After the two finally graduated and within a month married. After that Aisha followed Wendy around the world as she started as an intern and eventually worked herself up to being a respected archaeologist.
Aisha ended following Wendy all the way to Mars to look for evidence of alien life. Their party was manned by six people, the couple included, and funded by a wealthy mega corporation owned by Christopher Hill the second.
Aisha ended in America, going to Yale, still a very prestigious university. Even after all these years. At the university Aisha studied science and ended up majoring in Biological Chemistry (Masters) with a minor in Archaeology. The minor came about after she meet Wendy and feel in love. It was when she was nineteen and beginning her last year as a Masters student. And so after she finished her Masters degree she took a few side courses to stick close to Wendy.
Ironically while Aisha was wasting her time getting a minor she realized that Wendy was someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. After the two finally graduated and within a month married. After that Aisha followed Wendy around the world as she started as an intern and eventually worked herself up to being a respected archaeologist.
Aisha ended following Wendy all the way to Mars to look for evidence of alien life. Their party was manned by six people, the couple included, and funded by a wealthy mega corporation owned by Christopher Hill the second.
| RELATIONS RECORD |
See Wife: Wendy Hwang.
Salama Dressel, Mother
Hamadi Dressel, Father
Trevor Dressel, Eldest Brother
Kamal Dressel, Middle child
The Excavation Crew:
Funded By: Christopher Hill II
Leader: Wendy
Co-Leader: Aisha
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Salama Dressel, Mother
Hamadi Dressel, Father
Trevor Dressel, Eldest Brother
Kamal Dressel, Middle child
The Excavation Crew:
Funded By: Christopher Hill II
Leader: Wendy
Co-Leader: Aisha
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W E N D Y
“Staying home is boring when you know there's an adventure waiting just outside your door.”
| IDENTITY |
Wendy Hwang
| PSEUDONYMS |
Gertrude Bell
Dressel (as a last name)
Dressel (as a last name)
| DOB |
09/04/2320
| ORIGIN |
Earthling Human
Korean Decent
| EMPLOYMENT RECORD |
Archaeologist: Current works freelance for a Mr. Hill
| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |
Wendy is average looking for a Korean woman. She's not attractive to a lot of people, but she's not ugly either. And she's okay with that. Appearance really doesn't matter to her. She usually dyes her black hair a brownish red. She doesn't do much with it aside from putting it into the occasional ponytail if her hair keeps getting in the way. Like her wife Wendy has very calloused hands. And same with her knees from kneeling on hard ground a lot.
| PHYSICAL ANALYSIS |
Wendy is very physically fit. She doesn't work out on the side but her job keeps her that way. She's a wiry fit, women don't bulk up. She can't run for any stretch of time, she's not a marathoner. But she can lift, move and dig like a boss. She also has a good eye for the abstract and putting pieces back together. Wendy's fighting style is hit them until they stop moving. When she was younger she took martial arts and if she's not thinking, she;ll default back into muscle memory.
| PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS |
If Aisha is the brains, then Wendy's the muscle. Wendy's also the impulsive one of the couple. Leap first, ask questions later. In opinion life's too short to have regrets. Thankfully she has Aisha to temper this habit and make sure it's not suicidal. Because Wendy tends to be an unfailing optimist. There's always a sunny side type of gal. Which leads her into making some bad decisions and trusting some people she shouldn't.
| BACKGROUND INFORMATION |
Wendy was an only child. She was raised by a very traditional mother and an absentee father. He worked more than he was home. Growing up in Korea and being a rebel was hard. When she turned seventeen she couldn't wait to escape from her parent's place. Even though their culture told her she needed to stay at home and take care of her parents. They took her abandonment hard and disowned her. Something that deeply affected Wendy, because even though their traditions suffocated her, she still loved them in her own way.
So when she went off to Yale University on her own merit, she never looked back. She tossed herself into life with a reckless abandon. Her first year in college she flirted with anything that breathed and ended up in some bad situations a few times. Ended up getting arrested once for beating up another person. That was until she spotted Aisha in the library one day.
Wendy thought the older woman was gorgeous and had to be her friend and hopefully more. Unfortunately for Wendy, Aisha wasn't the jump straight into bed type of gal, but make her work for it. And Wendy must have done something right. Aisha, instead of graduating, stuck around to take more classes and be near Wendy.
Most people thought Wendy was slightly insane for choosing to be an archaeologist. They'd tell her things like "the golden age of archaeology is over" or "what's left to find?". Ironically Wendy didn't find that to the case. There was always new things to discover. Archaeology isn't just a window into the ancient past, it also provided insight into the recent past. They could learn about their ancestors and how they lives, even as close as the twentieth century. The argument could be made that archaeology would always be needed.
But not everyone thought that way. Wendy was seen as something weird, even by her professors who tried to groom her into become a curator or something along those lines. Wendy turned her nose up at the thought of being stuck inside a dreary lab all day. She wasn't like her lover Aisha.
Thanks to Aisha, for the first time in her life Wendy knew what it was to be truly loved. The younger woman ended up proposing and was thrilled when Aisha accepted. Their engagement lasted a full two years as Wendy finished schooling. But as soon as that was done they had a wedding in Africa. Despite sending her family an invitation, only Aisha's family showed.
Over the years Wendy pursed her career with a passion, rising to the top of her field. By the time she was in her thirties she was widely known for her work. She was being lauded as the herald of another golden age of archaeology. Her efforts to push it back into main stream didn't go unnoticed. Which lead to private business men approaching her and offering her a spot on the Mars archaeology team. To be honest, before this point she had never considered going to Mars.
Wendy was a firm disbeliever of alien life. And the fact that there might have been something on Mars? Wendy didn't by it. Because even if there had, it was long gone thanks to terraforming. Still, she ended taking the third offer from a Mr. Hill because he allowed her to work as she would like. Which meant she had free autonomy. She also had her pick of team. Any labor she'd need would be employed from the colonies. The idea of new frontiers was just too hard to pass up. And there was a sense of excitement of actually digging somewhere that no one else ever had. Whatever she found Wendy was going to make History.
So when she went off to Yale University on her own merit, she never looked back. She tossed herself into life with a reckless abandon. Her first year in college she flirted with anything that breathed and ended up in some bad situations a few times. Ended up getting arrested once for beating up another person. That was until she spotted Aisha in the library one day.
Wendy thought the older woman was gorgeous and had to be her friend and hopefully more. Unfortunately for Wendy, Aisha wasn't the jump straight into bed type of gal, but make her work for it. And Wendy must have done something right. Aisha, instead of graduating, stuck around to take more classes and be near Wendy.
Most people thought Wendy was slightly insane for choosing to be an archaeologist. They'd tell her things like "the golden age of archaeology is over" or "what's left to find?". Ironically Wendy didn't find that to the case. There was always new things to discover. Archaeology isn't just a window into the ancient past, it also provided insight into the recent past. They could learn about their ancestors and how they lives, even as close as the twentieth century. The argument could be made that archaeology would always be needed.
But not everyone thought that way. Wendy was seen as something weird, even by her professors who tried to groom her into become a curator or something along those lines. Wendy turned her nose up at the thought of being stuck inside a dreary lab all day. She wasn't like her lover Aisha.
Thanks to Aisha, for the first time in her life Wendy knew what it was to be truly loved. The younger woman ended up proposing and was thrilled when Aisha accepted. Their engagement lasted a full two years as Wendy finished schooling. But as soon as that was done they had a wedding in Africa. Despite sending her family an invitation, only Aisha's family showed.
Over the years Wendy pursed her career with a passion, rising to the top of her field. By the time she was in her thirties she was widely known for her work. She was being lauded as the herald of another golden age of archaeology. Her efforts to push it back into main stream didn't go unnoticed. Which lead to private business men approaching her and offering her a spot on the Mars archaeology team. To be honest, before this point she had never considered going to Mars.
Wendy was a firm disbeliever of alien life. And the fact that there might have been something on Mars? Wendy didn't by it. Because even if there had, it was long gone thanks to terraforming. Still, she ended taking the third offer from a Mr. Hill because he allowed her to work as she would like. Which meant she had free autonomy. She also had her pick of team. Any labor she'd need would be employed from the colonies. The idea of new frontiers was just too hard to pass up. And there was a sense of excitement of actually digging somewhere that no one else ever had. Whatever she found Wendy was going to make History.
| RELATIONS RECORD |
See Wife: Aisha Hwang.
Kim Hwang, Father
Eun Hwang, Mother
The Excavation Crew:
Funded By: Christopher Hill II
Leader: Wendy
Co-Leader: Aisha
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Kim Hwang, Father
Eun Hwang, Mother
The Excavation Crew:
Funded By: Christopher Hill II
Leader: Wendy
Co-Leader: Aisha
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Amadeus
"When I discover who I am, I’ll be free." -Ralph Ellison
Personal Information
Name: Amadeus
Birth Name: Ian Sarabhai
Nickname: Day
Birth Date: 5/22/1997
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Ace and Demi-Heteroromantic
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance: Amadeus stands tall at five foot ten. He has shoulder length black, curly hair, dyed brown on the ends. He typically either wears it in a loose pony tail or down. If it's left alone, it's never truly left alone but either gelled or styled artfully. Amadeus has dark brown eyes which fit nicely with his Olive complexion. He does have a bit of stubble, which means he does shave, but it hasn't grown in all the way. Or else he'd probably wear a goatee of some sort. He does wear glasses occasionally. However he doesn't need them all the time. Only when he's driving or when he needs to see things in the distance (e.g. Whiteboards, signs, etc).
Clothing Style: Amadeus' preferred clothing style would be best described as hipster chic. He typically wears casual clothing and beanies on occasion. However he isn't adverse to wearing just a t-shirt with a jacket thrown over.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
- Goofing off
- The Rain
- Singing
- Skateboarding
- Hiking/Being outdoors
Dislikes:
- School/Studying/Homework
- Being stuck inside all day
- Being told what to do all the time
- Sweets
- Internet outages
Fears:
- Drowning
- Impossible Situations
- Breaking a bone (any bone)
Habits:
- Running a hand through his hair
- Chewing on Pencils
- When he gets nervous and/or flustered he tends to stutter a little
Personality:
♦ Dorkiness/Dweebiness ♦ Standoffish ♦ Caring ♦ Intelligent ♦
Amadeus on first impression is a very closed off individual. He doesn't really get close to people. He might speak when spoken to, but will rarely initiate contact. This is mainly because of his desire not to be hurt again by leaving friends behind. However he will break down and start making friends after a while. He just can't help himself because he thrives on interaction. Amadeus cares about people quite a but, even before he gets to know them. Basically he's a big softy. He likes to cover this with his standoffish attitude, but it really only works on those who don't know him. He also has abandonment issues which tie in.
Most of the time Amadeus acts like a dork. He likes to get into mischief, have fun and generally be a dweeb. He claims that life is better when you don't take everything so seriously. Despite his general attitude of trying to be happy-go-lucky, he often fails and gets a little depressed. Overall he tries to remain happy and optimistic.
While Amadeus might not be book smart, he is pretty intelligent. Often times he only has to see or hear something once to remember it. He loves learning in a hands on setting, but never out of books or via lecture. It's too boring in his opinion.
Backstory:
Amadeus was born Ian Sarabhai. His mother, Alisha, was Gujarati decent, or from India. Because of his mother he does speak some Gujarati, but not very well. He was never inclined to learn. His father, Frank, was an American and meet his mother in New York. The two married and had Ian. They also had his younger sister, Tanvi. The two got along quite well. They were often each other's only friends since their parents moved around the world often because of their father's job. He dad worked for a conglomerate as an auditor who checked the subsidiaries.
As Ian grew older he began to resent the lifestyle his parents inflicted upon him. He was often more unhappy than happy. He had few friends. Those that he had often lived in other parts of the world. Because of the turn around on friendships he finds it hard to actually want to make friends. For as soon as he finds himself caring about them, Ian's family ups and moves again.
When the mark appeared his parents flipped out. They immediately tired everything they knew to get rid of it. However, his health became to steeply decline after a day. Afraid that he might die, they took him to the nearest House of Night. However, due to their religious beliefs they left him there without a word. For he was, for all intents and purposes, truly dead to them.
At the start of the IC, it will be his fifth day at the HoN.
Extra:
Vampyre Information
Mentor: To be determined IC
Timetable:
Amadeus, 1st Year Student
1st Period: 9:00 - 9:45
Vampyre Sociology: Prof. Flynn - Room 10
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2nd Period: 9:50 - 10:35
Art & Design: Prof. Athene - Room 45
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BREAK: 10:35 - 10:50
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3rd Period: 10:50 - 11:35
Lit. & Creative Writing: Prof. Adler - Room 5
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4th Period: 11:40 - 12:25
Fencing: Prof. Tanner - Outdoor Arena
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LUNCH: 12:25 - 01:30
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5th Period: 01:30 - 02:15;
Swedish: Prof. Rosen - Room 25
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6th Period: 02:20 - 03:05
Runes and Myths: Prof. Clio - Room 101
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7th Period: 03:10 - 03:55
Tae Kwon Do: Prof. Napoles - Gymnasium
1st Period: 9:00 - 9:45
Vampyre Sociology: Prof. Flynn - Room 10
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2nd Period: 9:50 - 10:35
Art & Design: Prof. Athene - Room 45
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BREAK: 10:35 - 10:50
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3rd Period: 10:50 - 11:35
Lit. & Creative Writing: Prof. Adler - Room 5
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4th Period: 11:40 - 12:25
Fencing: Prof. Tanner - Outdoor Arena
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LUNCH: 12:25 - 01:30
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5th Period: 01:30 - 02:15;
Swedish: Prof. Rosen - Room 25
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6th Period: 02:20 - 03:05
Runes and Myths: Prof. Clio - Room 101
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7th Period: 03:10 - 03:55
Tae Kwon Do: Prof. Napoles - Gymnasium
Affinity: To be determined IC
Familiar: Ghost, 6, Bengal (Breed)
Character you have created:
Christine "Chris" Wilson
Alias:
Gargoyle
Speech Color:
Grey Goose, D1D0CE
Character Alignment:
Hero
Identity:
Secret
Character Personality:
Chris is typically a very happy person. She likes to look on the bright side of things. Her first instinct was to see the good in people. Not the bad. Nor did she like to be a serial doubter. However that doesn't meant that Chris is happy all the time. She has her ups and downs like anyone else. She's stuck in a dead-end job that she doesn't enjoy very much. It doesn't pay enough but she can't find another one. She's also just come out of a long term relationship that ended badly. But she's trying her best not to let those things hold her down.
Chris loves the finer things in life. She likes designer clothes and accessories. Whenever she can afford it she buys the better quality things. She also loves spending time outdoors. Some of her favorite pastimes are outdoor sports such as Skiing in the winter and hiking in the summer. She also loves to go fishing with her family during summer vacations.
Chris is a very moral person. She's not religious like her mother. She's more agnostic like her father. She doesn't disbelieve but doesn't believe in an all knowing God. Or any deities for that matter. Though that's never stopped her from deciding on her own moral code.
Chris is also very much a family oriented person. She loves her parents and her siblings. One day she hopes to start a family of her own. But she hasn't had much luck in that department.
Chris loves the finer things in life. She likes designer clothes and accessories. Whenever she can afford it she buys the better quality things. She also loves spending time outdoors. Some of her favorite pastimes are outdoor sports such as Skiing in the winter and hiking in the summer. She also loves to go fishing with her family during summer vacations.
Chris is a very moral person. She's not religious like her mother. She's more agnostic like her father. She doesn't disbelieve but doesn't believe in an all knowing God. Or any deities for that matter. Though that's never stopped her from deciding on her own moral code.
Chris is also very much a family oriented person. She loves her parents and her siblings. One day she hopes to start a family of her own. But she hasn't had much luck in that department.
Uniform/costume:
Chris repurposed some of her skiing body armor into her crime fighting uniform. The top and bottom doesn't quite match, since it's made to be worn under other clothing such as jackets and ski pants. The steel toed boots she bought just for the purpose of crime fighting. One day she hopes to be able to make her slapdash uniform into something cooler looking, but she just doesn't have the sewing skills or the courage to ask someone to do it for her.
Origin Info/Details:
Chris is the youngest of four children. She has three older siblings. She has two older brothers and one older sister. Her eldest sibling, Mark, is seven years older than her. Chris and her siblings were raised Catholic like their mother. They were baptized and christened. Devon is the only child who still practices. As far as Chris knows Mark is atheist and a firm disbeliever. And Whitney is a Holiday only observer. She only goes to church on the two major holidays. As for herself she's agnostic. She doesn't have a problem with religion. She just doesn't believe in God or any other deities.
As a young girl growing up Chris was spoiled being the youngest. She was able to get away with most everything. Luckily for her parents she seemed to come pre-installed with a fierce sense of right and wrong. Even as a little girl she found it hard to lie or to deceive her family. A trait that made her older siblings very protective of her. And surprisingly the only thing that Chris has misused. When she was young, very young, Chris found out about her particular ability to turn into stone.
Chris remembers the day vividly still. She had been playing outside and had fallen out of tree. She wasn't supposed to be climbing the big oak in back, but she had done it anyways. But she had climbed too high and lost her balance. She should have been seriously injured or dead. Instead she was fine. She remembered watching as grey covered her body. She remembers the child sized hole in the ground. She remembers the horror she felt as the grey retreated leaving her normal. But she wasn't normal.
Chris knew from all the days at church that people with powers were bad. God didn't give people powers like she had. So she kept them a secret because she didn't want to be a bad person. As Chris grew up she realized however that her powers weren't evil. They just were. It was up to her to use them for good or evil. Of course by that time she had come to the realization she was a teenager and far more interested in sex and dating than she was in her powers. Those were just annoying and something to keep secret. Boys and girls on the other hand...
Chris got good grades in High School despite the fact she spent most of her time chasing tail. At the age of eighteen she was accepted into a local college. She ended up dropping out after her first year much to her family's disappointment. But school just wasn't for her. She ended up working as a receptionist at a local furnace repair store. There she stayed for the next few years. She became very proficient at her job, but she wasn't happy. However despite that she was unable to find another job that would make her happy. Everything just kind of went down hill from there. She was dumped by her girlfriend, Lily, of three years. It was because of Chris' "lack of ambition".
The accusation hit Chris hard and knocked her into a depression. The dark mindset threatened to devour her whole and leave a stranger in it's wake. Until Chris began to follow the news coming out of New Haven. The first time she had watched the news from Lost Haven was about an event called D-Day where heroes, super powered people, saved the world from demons. After that there were news stories about those heroes as they foiled crime waves, robberies, anything.
And then the entire world was dragged into it when a cosmic entity tried to devour the Earth. Chris remembered huddling in her apartment with Lily thinking they were going to die. That they couldn't possibly survive. But they did. Thanks to those heroes in Lost Haven. Shortly after Lily had dumped Chris. All Chris had wanted was for the two to be safe.
Beer bottle in hand Chris found herself back watching the news weeks later. A mad scientist was trying to turn the world into metahumans. Chris had snorted at the screen dismissively. The man was a fool. There were metahumans here already. They were just like Chris. Deadend bums. No ambition. No drive. But she could be like those heroes. She could have drive. She used to. Back when she was young she wanted to save the world.
The idea slowly took hold and soon it became a goal. Chris cobbled together some old skiing gear and set it aside. She even went so far as to move to Lost Haven. Then finally, somehow, the courage to step out her door and become something set in.
As a young girl growing up Chris was spoiled being the youngest. She was able to get away with most everything. Luckily for her parents she seemed to come pre-installed with a fierce sense of right and wrong. Even as a little girl she found it hard to lie or to deceive her family. A trait that made her older siblings very protective of her. And surprisingly the only thing that Chris has misused. When she was young, very young, Chris found out about her particular ability to turn into stone.
Chris remembers the day vividly still. She had been playing outside and had fallen out of tree. She wasn't supposed to be climbing the big oak in back, but she had done it anyways. But she had climbed too high and lost her balance. She should have been seriously injured or dead. Instead she was fine. She remembered watching as grey covered her body. She remembers the child sized hole in the ground. She remembers the horror she felt as the grey retreated leaving her normal. But she wasn't normal.
Chris knew from all the days at church that people with powers were bad. God didn't give people powers like she had. So she kept them a secret because she didn't want to be a bad person. As Chris grew up she realized however that her powers weren't evil. They just were. It was up to her to use them for good or evil. Of course by that time she had come to the realization she was a teenager and far more interested in sex and dating than she was in her powers. Those were just annoying and something to keep secret. Boys and girls on the other hand...
Chris got good grades in High School despite the fact she spent most of her time chasing tail. At the age of eighteen she was accepted into a local college. She ended up dropping out after her first year much to her family's disappointment. But school just wasn't for her. She ended up working as a receptionist at a local furnace repair store. There she stayed for the next few years. She became very proficient at her job, but she wasn't happy. However despite that she was unable to find another job that would make her happy. Everything just kind of went down hill from there. She was dumped by her girlfriend, Lily, of three years. It was because of Chris' "lack of ambition".
The accusation hit Chris hard and knocked her into a depression. The dark mindset threatened to devour her whole and leave a stranger in it's wake. Until Chris began to follow the news coming out of New Haven. The first time she had watched the news from Lost Haven was about an event called D-Day where heroes, super powered people, saved the world from demons. After that there were news stories about those heroes as they foiled crime waves, robberies, anything.
And then the entire world was dragged into it when a cosmic entity tried to devour the Earth. Chris remembered huddling in her apartment with Lily thinking they were going to die. That they couldn't possibly survive. But they did. Thanks to those heroes in Lost Haven. Shortly after Lily had dumped Chris. All Chris had wanted was for the two to be safe.
Beer bottle in hand Chris found herself back watching the news weeks later. A mad scientist was trying to turn the world into metahumans. Chris had snorted at the screen dismissively. The man was a fool. There were metahumans here already. They were just like Chris. Deadend bums. No ambition. No drive. But she could be like those heroes. She could have drive. She used to. Back when she was young she wanted to save the world.
The idea slowly took hold and soon it became a goal. Chris cobbled together some old skiing gear and set it aside. She even went so far as to move to Lost Haven. Then finally, somehow, the courage to step out her door and become something set in.
Hero Type:
Brick/Muscle / Shape Shifter
Power Level:
City Level
Powers:
Gargoyle Form
Chris has the ability to turn herself into stone at will.
- Stone skin
- When Chris transforms into stone she literally changes her skin into stone. This means her innards are still normal and not stone. When she talks about her ability she says she turns into stone, but that's not completely accurate.
- Stone Manipulation
- Chris can take stone from existing statues or formations and add it to her body while she's in her Gargoyle form. She's able to dictate where it goes and what shape it will take. (See bullet point below)
- Morphing capabilities
- While stone Chris can add more stone onto herself and use that stone to change her appearance. This can happen either by adding stone items such as arms, wings, armaments, etc. Or by making the stone make her look like someone else.
Another way to think of it is that the new stone acts as a sort of second layer that she can manipulate at will within about a three to five foot radius (The radius is kind of malleable. EX: If she makes herself wings that can extend up to ten feet on each side she can maintain them even though they technically extend outside her radius. However in order to do so she'd have to sacrifice all her other additional stone to just concentrate on the wings.
- While stone Chris can add more stone onto herself and use that stone to change her appearance. This can happen either by adding stone items such as arms, wings, armaments, etc. Or by making the stone make her look like someone else.
- Increased Strength
- While in her Gargoyle form Chris' strength is increased. She hasn't tested her upper limits but it appears to be about twice the normal human capacity. She can lift cars and hit hard enough to crack concrete.
- Increased resistance to injury
- Chris can take a lot more damage than normal people while as Gargoyle. She's far more resistant to physical attacks and some magical attacks. However due to her squishy innards, anything that can pierce her stone skin is just as dangerous to her and normal humans. Also Chris doesn't have any healing factor. If she gets damaged, the damage remains even when she returns to her human form. She cannot use other stone to repair damage done. She can give the illusion it does (but it really doesn't do anything for her). EG: Chris loses an arm, she can make herself a new one, but when she drops the stone she still is missing an arm.
Attributes:
Strength Level
Normal Human/ 20 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing LevelNormal Human/ Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM EffortNormal Human/ Normal Human
AgilityNormal Human/ Normal Human or slower depending
IntelligenceAverage/ Average
Fighting SkillUntrained
Resources:
Minimal
Weaknesses:
Gargoyle Form
Weakness in her Gargoyle form
- Stone skin
- Her innards are still normal and not stone. If there's an attack that can penetrate her stone skin it will do damage to her.
- Stone Manipulation
- Chris can only work within a certain radius (3-5 feet) without sacrificing stone for showing off. Also the more bulk she adds on the less maneuverable she will be.
- Increased resistance to injury
- Chris doesn't have any healing factor as Gargoyle. If she gets damaged, the damage remains even when she returns to her human form. She cannot use other stone to repair damage done. She can give the illusion it does (but it really doesn't do anything for her). EG: Chris loses an arm, she can make herself a new one, but when she drops the stone she still is missing an arm. And will most likely bleed to death unless she seeks immediate medical attention.
Human Form
Weakness in her Human form
- Only Human
- She's just a normal squishy human with all the weakness that come with it. You know what those are!
Supporting Characters:
-Mother, 51, Clara
-Father, 53, Lewis
-Brother Eldest, 33, Mark
-Brother Older, 30, Devon
-Sister Older, 28, Whitney
-Ex, 25, Lily
-Friend, TBA
-Friend, TBA
-Father, 53, Lewis
-Brother Eldest, 33, Mark
-Brother Older, 30, Devon
-Sister Older, 28, Whitney
-Ex, 25, Lily
-Friend, TBA
-Friend, TBA
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It All Comes Tumbling Down
Something That Could BeChris could feel a sharp pain erupt in her chest. She staggered back a foot or two and looked down in horror. Bright red blood was leaking through a small hole in her chest. It was like the stone wasn't even there. Chris tried to gulp in a breath but failed. Her grey stone eyes widened as stone crumbled around her.
Away went her disguise. Away with her stone mace. Away went her fake face. Away went her armor of stone. All crumbled on the ground. Until all that was left was Christine. Her stone skin slowly disappeared back into her. As it receded color returned to her slight form. Her skin turned brown. Her eyes black. Her naturally curly hair began to move in the wind.
Knees hit the ground. Her body twisted awkwardly as stone got in the way. She ended up sprawled on top of jagged shards of it. Stone that had once protected her now causing her more pain. Chris's eyes began to flutter closed but she forced them open as foot steps moved closer. She tried to turn her head to look but failed.
A boot nudged her over and sky rushed into view. The villain she had been fighting leaned over her. The woman's long blond hair draped around her face like a halo. Her left eye was blackened but other than that the woman was beautiful.
"Just a little girl." The villainess murmured looking down at Chris. She knelt down gracefully next to the fallen hero. The woman shouldered the gun that had been used to kill Chris and placed it on the ground.
"Just a girl." The woman repeated. She brushed a feminine hand over Chris's face and looked almost in shock at the fact she had wiped away tears.
Chris's entire body was screaming for breath. For air. For the pain to go away. But there was no relief. Not until her vision began to darken. The darkness was soft and painless. Chris found it easy to embrace it. Far easier than anything in her life had been. The last thing she heard as she spiraled down into death was the villainess.
"I'm sorry."
Character you have created:
Ginny White
Alias:
Maven
Speech Color:
White, 000000
Character Alignment:
Chaotic Evil
Identity:
Secret
Character Personality:
Ginny can only be described as a split personality. She doesn't suffer from a psychotic break. Instead it stems from her two lives she lives. The first is with her friends and co-workers. To them she is a very nice happy, talkative person. She likes to be around people and go out to dinner or to just get coffee. She's very sociable and strikes up friendships very quickly. The only negative thing you'll hear from friends or co-workers is that Ginny is a very busy person.
Her personality as Maven is very different from her effusive and charming side. She is foremost a very cold woman. She doesn't smile, voice platitudes or even engage in physical contact. She distances herself from everyone. She actively distrusts everyone and makes them jump through hoops to even earn a small crumb. Apart from a job well done the only other thing that gives Ginny pleasure is chaos. She often messes with people just to see the outcome of her actions. The chaos isn't regulated to just her minions. She also messes with the clients. She'll sell information to multiple people without regards of alignment, be they good or evil, she doesn't care. Sometimes for kicks and giggles she'll give information to both the heroes and the villains just because. She'll probably one day watch the world burn because she was bored. And she's okay with that.
She is extremely hard working in both her personalities and will never cut corners. She rarely delegates anything. It's a control thing. In both aspects she loves money. She likes the finer things in life and you'll never see her in blue-jeans. She's always dressed up. But she's never overdressed or not classy. Ginny can pull off a lot.
Her personality as Maven is very different from her effusive and charming side. She is foremost a very cold woman. She doesn't smile, voice platitudes or even engage in physical contact. She distances herself from everyone. She actively distrusts everyone and makes them jump through hoops to even earn a small crumb. Apart from a job well done the only other thing that gives Ginny pleasure is chaos. She often messes with people just to see the outcome of her actions. The chaos isn't regulated to just her minions. She also messes with the clients. She'll sell information to multiple people without regards of alignment, be they good or evil, she doesn't care. Sometimes for kicks and giggles she'll give information to both the heroes and the villains just because. She'll probably one day watch the world burn because she was bored. And she's okay with that.
She is extremely hard working in both her personalities and will never cut corners. She rarely delegates anything. It's a control thing. In both aspects she loves money. She likes the finer things in life and you'll never see her in blue-jeans. She's always dressed up. But she's never overdressed or not classy. Ginny can pull off a lot.
Uniform/costume:
N/A
Origin Info/Details:
Ginny's mother and father were poor. Not poor, poor but pour enough there was never any extra money. What was left over from frivolous spending went to booze or drugs. Needless to say home life was no life for little Ginny. Ginny spent most of her time at after school activities or at friend's house. Still there was a large disconnect between Ginny and her friends. She just really didn't bond with them on an emotional level. Whether it was from neglect at home or that she was far smarter than everyone she knew it would take a psychologist to determine that.
By the age of fourteen Ginny was accepted in Harvard on a full ride scholarship.She was accepted into the Harvard-MIT Health Sciences and Technology program. At the age of fifteen she was able to be emancipated from her parents. At the same time she changed her surname legally to White. As in she was white-washing her past away. By the time she was seventeen she graduated with a MD degree. By the time she was eighteen she was accepted onto Axell Corporation's research division.
Meanwhile Ginny was already laying the foundations for her organization she named The Network. It started off with students she meet at Harvard. She would talk them into small things for her. All the while pretending she was working for someone else. Gradually the waters became muddled and while The Network new Ginny had been there from the beginning, no one suspected the young girl was the mastermind. Since Axell Corp. was also located in Massachusetts there was no need to shift her organization. Instead she began burying it in the seedy underworld. By the time Ginny was twenty it was well known that for a hefty price Maven could get you any information you desired.
Ginny's upward movement hit a snag when she turned twenty-two. She was arrested for embezzlement for company funds. Ironically it was by a dirty DA who worked for The Network. He had been making a play against Maven, not really realizing who he had moved against. Ginny cleared herself of the false charges and returned to work the next year. The DA was directly quietly to move and was never seen from again. He wasn't the last who tried to over throw Maven but he was perhaps the only one who came close even if it was from sheer dumb luck.
Over the years both The Network and Axell Corp grew. Axell grew into a world wide pharmaceutical company. Ginny now heads up the research division and only reports to the board. The Network is large enough now that Ginny is making moves to expand it into other states and maybe even overseas.
By the age of fourteen Ginny was accepted in Harvard on a full ride scholarship.She was accepted into the Harvard-MIT Health Sciences and Technology program. At the age of fifteen she was able to be emancipated from her parents. At the same time she changed her surname legally to White. As in she was white-washing her past away. By the time she was seventeen she graduated with a MD degree. By the time she was eighteen she was accepted onto Axell Corporation's research division.
Meanwhile Ginny was already laying the foundations for her organization she named The Network. It started off with students she meet at Harvard. She would talk them into small things for her. All the while pretending she was working for someone else. Gradually the waters became muddled and while The Network new Ginny had been there from the beginning, no one suspected the young girl was the mastermind. Since Axell Corp. was also located in Massachusetts there was no need to shift her organization. Instead she began burying it in the seedy underworld. By the time Ginny was twenty it was well known that for a hefty price Maven could get you any information you desired.
Ginny's upward movement hit a snag when she turned twenty-two. She was arrested for embezzlement for company funds. Ironically it was by a dirty DA who worked for The Network. He had been making a play against Maven, not really realizing who he had moved against. Ginny cleared herself of the false charges and returned to work the next year. The DA was directly quietly to move and was never seen from again. He wasn't the last who tried to over throw Maven but he was perhaps the only one who came close even if it was from sheer dumb luck.
Over the years both The Network and Axell Corp grew. Axell grew into a world wide pharmaceutical company. Ginny now heads up the research division and only reports to the board. The Network is large enough now that Ginny is making moves to expand it into other states and maybe even overseas.
Hero Type:
Psychic
Power Level:
City Level
Powers:
Psychometry (ESP)
Whenever Ginny touches and person or object she can get a "reading" off of it. For example, if Ginny touches a door knob and concentrates, she can see the last couple of people who also touched the door knob and know when they did so. However not all readings are clear. The older the object is, the easier it is to get a reading. If there was a traumatic event attached to the object, the easier it would be to see it. The newer the object is, the harder. People are extremely hard and most readings are nonsensical. Ginny cannot get readings off charred objects (if nothing has touched it after the burning) or liquids or gases.
Eidetic Memory
Once Ginny has seen/read/smelled/heard/tasted something once, she'll never forget it. However it's not all active recall. She can "forget" things if she doesn't consciously think about everything pertaining to the subject/issue.
Attributes:
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources:
Large
Weaknesses:
Ginny is a normal human and has all the normal weaknesses that come with it.
Supporting Characters:
-The Network
Jordan Richards: Ginny's second in command. Jordan is one of the three people who knows that Ginny is Maven.
Sarah Conners: A computer hacker that Ginny meet in prison. The two girls bonded and Sarah is another of the three that knows who Ginny really is.
Lila Thorne: Lila is Ginny's personal bodyguard and the third person who knows who Ginny is. Technically she'd be outside the hierarchy. But for all anyone knows Lila is a good friend of Ginny's.
David Smith: One of Ginny's street level informants.
William Brian: One of Ginny's street level informants.
-FriendsSarah Conners: A computer hacker that Ginny meet in prison. The two girls bonded and Sarah is another of the three that knows who Ginny really is.
Lila Thorne: Lila is Ginny's personal bodyguard and the third person who knows who Ginny is. Technically she'd be outside the hierarchy. But for all anyone knows Lila is a good friend of Ginny's.
David Smith: One of Ginny's street level informants.
William Brian: One of Ginny's street level informants.
Stacy Smith: Also works at Axell but as a secretary.
Lacy Williams: Attends Yoga with Ginny
Devin Lowe: They go bar hopping together and have lots of fun. Also works at Axell.
-Axell CorporationLacy Williams: Attends Yoga with Ginny
Devin Lowe: They go bar hopping together and have lots of fun. Also works at Axell.
Fred Axell: CEO and Majority share owner of Axell Corp. Inherited the business from his father.
Dwayne Stacy: Head of the Board
Lewis Cambell: Ginny's Assistant and second head of Axell's Research Division.
Henrietta Wilde: An underling at Axell Corp that Ginny isn't best friends with
-FamilyDwayne Stacy: Head of the Board
Lewis Cambell: Ginny's Assistant and second head of Axell's Research Division.
Henrietta Wilde: An underling at Axell Corp that Ginny isn't best friends with
Karen Brown: Mother
Steven Brown: Father
Steven Brown: Father
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Words, words, words
Words, words, words
Vanya Subram
Age
33
Alias
Detective Subram
"Van" Subram
"Van" Subram
Appearance
Vanya is Indian in appearance. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin is a light brown color. Due to her genetics Vanya only barely tops five foot five. Despite her short stature she is physically fit. Vanya has no piercings or tattoos. She typically wears her long hair in a bun or a braid to keep it at regulation's specifications.
Skills/Abilities
Cops skills (8 years with GCPD; 3 years as a Detective)
MA in CJ
Multilingual: Hindi, Bengali, and English
MA in CJ
Multilingual: Hindi, Bengali, and English
Can speak but not proficient in Indian English and Indian French
Weaknesses
Chinese Food (Spicier the better)
Water (She's not the best swimmer out there)
Her family
Water (She's not the best swimmer out there)
Her family
History
Vanya was born in India to Chandni (mother) and Hansh (father). She was born in a small town in West Bengalnear the boarder with Bangladesh. Her mother's parents were from Bangladesh and her father's parents were from India. Because of that she was raised with a little mishmash of cultures. Vanya was the third child. She had one older sister (Drishya) and one older brother (Vaibhav). She also has a younger brother (Yakshit).
When Vanya was fifteen her parents moved to Gotham. The young girl was upset about the move. For a start the teen had to leave all her friends behind. Another reason was that she had heard nothing good about America. The fear of the unknown was also there. Yet despite not only Vanya's and the rest of her siblings' protests her parents moved anyways. Tata Steel had made it clear that the future job security relied on this move.
Gotham was a major culture shock for Vanya. Her parents were both traditionalists. Being exposed to an inner-city school full of Christians? Vanya wanted nothing more than to return back to India. The girls didn't cover their hair. Sure Vanya wasn't Islamic, but she still wore a shayla to keep her long black hair covered a lot of the time. It wasn't required but most girls did it anyways. A lot of the girls wore very little clothes. Nothing like Vanya was used to and the vast majority of the clothing was very drab. There were no bright colors. Instead most girls favored blacks or other dark colors. Everyone wore the same dark bluejeans.
Apart from the clothes was the language. Vanya thought she knew English. She was wrong. Everyone spoke so fast and it sounded as if they were garbling mothballs. She couldn't understand any of her teachers and most people didn't speak slower for her. They'd just roll her eyes and laugh at her.
As time progressed and the Subram family acclimatized, Vanya began to enjoy western culture. She still enjoyed her loud and bright clothing. She still wore scarfs, but she no longer felt restrained by her family's culture. Vanya enjoyed the fact that women in Gotham didn't have to play second fiddle to men. She could join sports! Like Lacrosse and even football (or soccer as Americans called it). Vanya's parents at first indulged her. But as she spent more time doing sports and hanging out with friends after school her parents began to impose limitations up[on her. Her mother yelled and cried more than once at Vanya for forgetting her culture, who she was and her duty.
Those were some of the best and worst times of Vanya's life. During her senior year of High School Vanya told her parents that she'd go to college instead of being matched with another good Indian man. Her parents didn't take that well. Her parents raged at her. Why couldn't she be like Drishya who married and had two children? Why did Vayna have to be so difficult?
Vanya ran away for the first time that year. She stayed at the home of a friend for a few days until her parents came to get her. Eventually they compromised that Vanya would go to every matchmaking event her parents set up. And if she hadn't settled down by the time she was eighteen they'd discuss college again.
Vanya suffered through the arranged dates for a few months until she received a full ride and acceptance to Gotham University. She had written a letter to the board about their situation and they had taken her even though her parents had more than enough money to disqualify her for the scholarship. Upon receiving her acceptance letter she announced that she was going to college and if they wanted to disown her, that was their choice.
Vanya never anticipated that they would. Being disowned hurt. She honestly hadn't thought her parents would go that far. But she couldn't look back. She couldn't afford to unless she wanted all her efforts to be wasted. Despite her love for them she severed ties and moved into a dorm on campus.
When Vanya was twenty four she graduated with a BA in Criminal Justice. She took a few months off to visit family back in India. When she returned to Gotham she joined the Gotham City Police Department. The PD was thrilled to have her mainly because of her gender and ethnicity. By the time she was thirty she made detective. Just a few months ago Vanya and her last partner, Joss, ended up parting ways. Mainly Joss took his retirement leaving Vanya to be paired up with Hope Sandoval Another Detective on the force. The two are still figuring out their working relationship.
When Vanya was fifteen her parents moved to Gotham. The young girl was upset about the move. For a start the teen had to leave all her friends behind. Another reason was that she had heard nothing good about America. The fear of the unknown was also there. Yet despite not only Vanya's and the rest of her siblings' protests her parents moved anyways. Tata Steel had made it clear that the future job security relied on this move.
Gotham was a major culture shock for Vanya. Her parents were both traditionalists. Being exposed to an inner-city school full of Christians? Vanya wanted nothing more than to return back to India. The girls didn't cover their hair. Sure Vanya wasn't Islamic, but she still wore a shayla to keep her long black hair covered a lot of the time. It wasn't required but most girls did it anyways. A lot of the girls wore very little clothes. Nothing like Vanya was used to and the vast majority of the clothing was very drab. There were no bright colors. Instead most girls favored blacks or other dark colors. Everyone wore the same dark bluejeans.
Apart from the clothes was the language. Vanya thought she knew English. She was wrong. Everyone spoke so fast and it sounded as if they were garbling mothballs. She couldn't understand any of her teachers and most people didn't speak slower for her. They'd just roll her eyes and laugh at her.
As time progressed and the Subram family acclimatized, Vanya began to enjoy western culture. She still enjoyed her loud and bright clothing. She still wore scarfs, but she no longer felt restrained by her family's culture. Vanya enjoyed the fact that women in Gotham didn't have to play second fiddle to men. She could join sports! Like Lacrosse and even football (or soccer as Americans called it). Vanya's parents at first indulged her. But as she spent more time doing sports and hanging out with friends after school her parents began to impose limitations up[on her. Her mother yelled and cried more than once at Vanya for forgetting her culture, who she was and her duty.
Those were some of the best and worst times of Vanya's life. During her senior year of High School Vanya told her parents that she'd go to college instead of being matched with another good Indian man. Her parents didn't take that well. Her parents raged at her. Why couldn't she be like Drishya who married and had two children? Why did Vayna have to be so difficult?
Vanya ran away for the first time that year. She stayed at the home of a friend for a few days until her parents came to get her. Eventually they compromised that Vanya would go to every matchmaking event her parents set up. And if she hadn't settled down by the time she was eighteen they'd discuss college again.
Vanya suffered through the arranged dates for a few months until she received a full ride and acceptance to Gotham University. She had written a letter to the board about their situation and they had taken her even though her parents had more than enough money to disqualify her for the scholarship. Upon receiving her acceptance letter she announced that she was going to college and if they wanted to disown her, that was their choice.
Vanya never anticipated that they would. Being disowned hurt. She honestly hadn't thought her parents would go that far. But she couldn't look back. She couldn't afford to unless she wanted all her efforts to be wasted. Despite her love for them she severed ties and moved into a dorm on campus.
When Vanya was twenty four she graduated with a BA in Criminal Justice. She took a few months off to visit family back in India. When she returned to Gotham she joined the Gotham City Police Department. The PD was thrilled to have her mainly because of her gender and ethnicity. By the time she was thirty she made detective. Just a few months ago Vanya and her last partner, Joss, ended up parting ways. Mainly Joss took his retirement leaving Vanya to be paired up with Hope Sandoval Another Detective on the force. The two are still figuring out their working relationship.
Name: Clara Wylann
Age: 20
When they came to the academy: 19
Type of egg they've gotten: Robin Egg Blue with specks of Amber
Magic Affinity: Air
Weapon of choice: Bow and Arrow
Personality: Clara is a bit of an odd ball. She's wrapped herself in a cloak of mystery. She hides behind fortellings and slight of hand to dazzle and bemuse. She's always watching people around her but she doesn't often volunteer to speak. However if you get her to open up she'll whisper tales of wonder and glory in your ear before sending you off. She thrives on secrets.
Likes: Tarot, singing, telling the future, secrets and dragons
Dislikes: The feeling that she's been seen through, being trapped, being helpless and being alone
History: Clara was born to a band of gypsies. Since a young girl she learned the secrets to fortunetelling and deceit. She also learned that magic comes in all forms and to never look a gift horse in the mouth. As a young girl she was a trouble maker, often getting her tribe run out of towns. As she aged she began to look at the world outside their trade routes. Often, overhead, souring dragons snatched away Clara's imagination. So when she turned 19, the age of independence, she left to join the Academy in hopes of being a Dragon Rider.
Name: Drago Wylann
Age: 20
When they came to the academy: 19
Type of egg they've gotten: Robin Egg Blue with specks of Amber
Magic Affinity: Air
Weapon of choice: Bow and Arrow
Personality: Drago is a charming young man. He's always chatting about something. He's also always smiling. But his smile makes you feel like there's something you don't know but he does. He likes to flirt with everyone, men and women, but it never goes further than that. His openness is more deceit than anything else, an elaborate show made to distract and deflect. He thrives on secrets.
Likes: Tarot, singing, telling the future, secrets and dragons
Dislikes: The feeling that he has been seen through, being trapped, being helpless and being alone
History: Drago was born to a band of gypsies. Since a young boy he learned the secrets to fortunetelling and deceit. He also learned that magic comes in all forms and to never look a gift horse in the mouth. As a young boy he was a trouble maker, often getting his tribe run out of towns. As he aged he began to look at the world outside their trade routes. Often, overhead, souring dragons snatched away Drago's imagination. So when he turned 19, the age of independence, he left to join the Academy in hopes of being a Dragon Rider.
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Kori is a very attractive young woman. She has classic facial features and padding in all the right places. She stands tall at six foot one. She has the orange skin tone common to Tamarans. She also has bright green eyes with no pupils. When she is exceptionally emotional or using her powers, her eyes glow. She has very, very long red hair. When she uses her powers it appears trails off into flames. However this is merely an illusion.
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Koriand'r
Nicknames:
Kori
Starfire
Starfire
Alias:
Starfire
Princess Koriand'r
Princess Koriand'r
Age:
Mid to late twenties
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Kori is a very attractive young woman. She has classic facial features and padding in all the right places. She stands tall at six foot one. She has the orange skin tone common to Tamarans. She also has bright green eyes with no pupils. When she is exceptionally emotional or using her powers, her eyes glow. She has very, very long red hair. When she uses her powers it appears trails off into flames. However this is merely an illusion.
Powers/Skills:
Tamaraneans have different physiology from Terrans. Due to her race she has certain powers:
- Energy Absorption: Tameraneans can absorb solar energy from birth. The ultraviolet radiation is what powers their other natural abilities. Kori can also absorb the ultraviolet radiation from other life forms. This energy subsitutes all need for air, water, food and sleep. Though Kori does enjoy all of those things.
- Flight: Tameraneans convert their ultraviolet radiation into pure energy which they use to fly. Their flight leaves behind a distinctive trail, much like a comet. Kori's trail emanates from her red hair.
- Superhuman Durability
- Superhuman Strength
- Space Travel: Tameraneans, Kori included, can also use their power to fly through space not just on their planet. Kori's speed in space is extremely fast. Almost as fast as a Green Lantern can travel.
- Lingustic Assimilation: Through physical contact a Tameranean is able to absorb the language of the touched individual.
- Starbolts: While in the hands of the Psions they preformed experiments upon her. A result of one of them are her Starbolts. The ability to channel her absorbed energy into highly concentrated solar energy blasts. She can also releases all her energy at once in a quasi-nova blast but it's uncontrollable so she has never resorted to it.
- Hand-to-Hand Combat: Kori was trained by the Warlords of Okaara, the best fighters in the Vegan System.
Backstory:
Kori was the middle child of the royal family. Her older sister, Komand'r, was the successor of the Tameran throne. Or would have been had she not been plagued by a disease. A disease so terrible it had no name but robbed the unfortunate soul of their natural ability to convert ultraviolet radiation into energy. Komand'r was flightless. And so it was decided that Komand'r could not be a successor and the title passed to Kori. This created the tension and hatred between the two sisters. Komand'r resented her sister for being what she could not. When the two young girls were sent to the Warlords of Okaara to learn the art of War and the Humanities Komand'r's resentment grew and grew.
Kori took the the training very well. She absorbed it like a sponge. Unlike her sister who struggled. Then one day Komand'r was no where to be found. Kori worried for her sister but continued her training with the Okaara. She had her duty to her people. A while passed until she was recalled by her father to Tameran. He didn't tell her what for and Kori hoped with all her heart that nothing was wrong.
Upon arrival at the palace Kori learned the terrible truth. Tameran had been attacked by the Citadel! The Citadel were conquerors. They had enslaved twenty one planets in the Vega system and now they had apparently subdued beautiful Tameran. In exchange for the Citael for not enslaving the defeated Tameran they handed over Kori to them. It was only then she learned of her sister's involvement. How Komand'r had betrayed Tameran to the Citadel because of Kori. And they both paid the price dearly.
For six years Kori and Komand'r were tormented and tortured by the Citadel. When they finally released them it was only to give her over to the Psions. The Psions were cruel scientists who reveled in pain and unethical experiments. They wanted to see how much energy the Tameraneans could absorb until they blew up, amongst other tests and experiments. One of the last experiments the Psions ever preformed on Kori was the one where they gifted her with her Starbolts. With her new powerful weapon Kori broke free and killed her Psion captors.
Kori was tempted after her escape not to free her sister also, but her love and mercy couldn't let her. She set Komand'r free from her torture. But instead of being grateful Komand'r used her new abilities to nearly kill Kori and restrained her for execution. But Kori wasn't helpless. She took the first opportunity she could to escape. That escape lead her to Earth and Dick Grayson.
The two fell into a whirlwind romance after the young woman kissed him to learn his language. Kori knew in her heart that Dick would be her true love. She also grew to know that Dick didn't seem to feel the same. Her fears came true after their almost wedding where they broke off their relationship. Kori was devastated but she loved Dick enough that she would let him go.
Without Dick Kori's mind turned more and more to the planet of her birth. Earth was a nice place, but it was no Tameran. People were so uptight. They hid their feelings and didn't follow their passions. She felt constrained here and the feeling wasn't pleasant after years of captivity. But she didn't feel safe returning to Tameran. Her sister was out there somewhere searching for her, of that she had no doubt. And her family wouldn't protect her. They'd proven that before when she was only a young girl.
Yet Tameran called to her. She tried to push the pull away but with her denial of her feelings came guilt. She was acting more like a human ignoring her feelings. With that realization Kori returned to Tameran. Upon arrival she realized Tameran was at peace. Her sister was ruler of Tameran and while her initial rise to power had been barbaric the young woman had changed her ways and was now a just ruler. Even her mother and father supported her as Queen.
Kori was beyond thrilled that her family was back together. There was even a new addition in the form of a little brother, Ryand'r. Kori had no plans to return to Earth. She was home and things were finally okay. She even feel in love and married Ph'yzzon, a general. Then the worst came again. Not even a year later Tameran was attacked by the Psions. Both Kori and Ph'yzzon lead the armies against the scientists. But to no avail. Ph'yzzon died. Tameran was imploded. What was left of her people scattered to the stars.
Kori was adrift, literally and figuratively, she had no home and her love left her again. As she floated in the void of space she came to realize she did have someone to return to. Earth.
Kori took the the training very well. She absorbed it like a sponge. Unlike her sister who struggled. Then one day Komand'r was no where to be found. Kori worried for her sister but continued her training with the Okaara. She had her duty to her people. A while passed until she was recalled by her father to Tameran. He didn't tell her what for and Kori hoped with all her heart that nothing was wrong.
Upon arrival at the palace Kori learned the terrible truth. Tameran had been attacked by the Citadel! The Citadel were conquerors. They had enslaved twenty one planets in the Vega system and now they had apparently subdued beautiful Tameran. In exchange for the Citael for not enslaving the defeated Tameran they handed over Kori to them. It was only then she learned of her sister's involvement. How Komand'r had betrayed Tameran to the Citadel because of Kori. And they both paid the price dearly.
For six years Kori and Komand'r were tormented and tortured by the Citadel. When they finally released them it was only to give her over to the Psions. The Psions were cruel scientists who reveled in pain and unethical experiments. They wanted to see how much energy the Tameraneans could absorb until they blew up, amongst other tests and experiments. One of the last experiments the Psions ever preformed on Kori was the one where they gifted her with her Starbolts. With her new powerful weapon Kori broke free and killed her Psion captors.
Kori was tempted after her escape not to free her sister also, but her love and mercy couldn't let her. She set Komand'r free from her torture. But instead of being grateful Komand'r used her new abilities to nearly kill Kori and restrained her for execution. But Kori wasn't helpless. She took the first opportunity she could to escape. That escape lead her to Earth and Dick Grayson.
The two fell into a whirlwind romance after the young woman kissed him to learn his language. Kori knew in her heart that Dick would be her true love. She also grew to know that Dick didn't seem to feel the same. Her fears came true after their almost wedding where they broke off their relationship. Kori was devastated but she loved Dick enough that she would let him go.
Without Dick Kori's mind turned more and more to the planet of her birth. Earth was a nice place, but it was no Tameran. People were so uptight. They hid their feelings and didn't follow their passions. She felt constrained here and the feeling wasn't pleasant after years of captivity. But she didn't feel safe returning to Tameran. Her sister was out there somewhere searching for her, of that she had no doubt. And her family wouldn't protect her. They'd proven that before when she was only a young girl.
Yet Tameran called to her. She tried to push the pull away but with her denial of her feelings came guilt. She was acting more like a human ignoring her feelings. With that realization Kori returned to Tameran. Upon arrival she realized Tameran was at peace. Her sister was ruler of Tameran and while her initial rise to power had been barbaric the young woman had changed her ways and was now a just ruler. Even her mother and father supported her as Queen.
Kori was beyond thrilled that her family was back together. There was even a new addition in the form of a little brother, Ryand'r. Kori had no plans to return to Earth. She was home and things were finally okay. She even feel in love and married Ph'yzzon, a general. Then the worst came again. Not even a year later Tameran was attacked by the Psions. Both Kori and Ph'yzzon lead the armies against the scientists. But to no avail. Ph'yzzon died. Tameran was imploded. What was left of her people scattered to the stars.
Kori was adrift, literally and figuratively, she had no home and her love left her again. As she floated in the void of space she came to realize she did have someone to return to. Earth.
Motivation for joining the League?:
After returning to Earth Kori quickly learned the news of the League's disappearance. They were a major force in stopping her re-abduction after her escape all those years ago. Seeing the loss resonated deeply in the Tameran who had just lost her world. She couldn't let this one fall either.
What do you bring to the League?:
Kori is a heavy hitter. She also is a skilled leader and tactician who has both formal training and real life experience.
Notes
Kori is bi-sexual.
Currently she is crashing at Donna's place because she hasn't reestablished herself on Earth.
Currently she is crashing at Donna's place because she hasn't reestablished herself on Earth.
Tyler "Ty" Ender Black
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"Don't take things too seriously, and just chill."
⦋Oº°‘¨ 20 ⇔ He/Him ¨‘°ºO⦌
⦕ A P P E A R A N C E
"How people interpret my degrees of sexiness is out of my hands."
Ty is nearly six foot. He has dark brown hair that he usually just artfully tussles. Sometimes he's lucky enough to just roll out of bed in the morning and have it perfect. Other time he had to run a bit of styling gel through it. Ty also sports a little bit of scruff too. Not too much because he cannot pull off the full beard look (mainly because he still cannot grow a full beard) and beards itch.
Ty has dark blue eyes. He wears glasses that are larger and very hipster. Because Ty is very much a hipster at heart. He is rather fond of the layered t-shirt look. Though he does sport the occasional sweater and button down shirt (and sometimes tie). But the later is mainly for work. He likes is air walks and vans and pretty much every shoe that you'd think a hipster would wear.
Ty is both skinny and muscular because of his active lifestyle. He runs every day. He thought about taking up hiking, but he's never committed to it. Despite his active lifestyle Ty is still quite pale and without a tan. Sunscreen is an amazing invention and he wont have any skin cancer when he gets older.
Other physical characteristics Ty has are tattoos and ear gauges. The Tattoos are mainly abstract and colorful with no real meaning behind them. His gauges are rather small and understated.
Ty has dark blue eyes. He wears glasses that are larger and very hipster. Because Ty is very much a hipster at heart. He is rather fond of the layered t-shirt look. Though he does sport the occasional sweater and button down shirt (and sometimes tie). But the later is mainly for work. He likes is air walks and vans and pretty much every shoe that you'd think a hipster would wear.
Ty is both skinny and muscular because of his active lifestyle. He runs every day. He thought about taking up hiking, but he's never committed to it. Despite his active lifestyle Ty is still quite pale and without a tan. Sunscreen is an amazing invention and he wont have any skin cancer when he gets older.
Other physical characteristics Ty has are tattoos and ear gauges. The Tattoos are mainly abstract and colorful with no real meaning behind them. His gauges are rather small and understated.
⦕ P S Y C H O L O G Y
"Can we just skip to the part of my life where I travel the world?"
⋗ M A I N G O A L ⫻ Visit the entire globe. He wants to visit every country, meet new people and try all the delicious food he can.
⋗ P H I L O S O P H Y ⫻ "Just Chill". He's a go with the flow kind of guy. He believes in the inherent good of people and that everything will work out in the end. Plus, why waste effort worrying about something you can't change?
⋗ S E C R E T S ⫻ Ty's life is an open book.... except for that little bit about his sister. That he has never told anyone.
⋗ D E S I R E S ⫻ See "Main Goal"
⋗ S E X U A L I T Y ⫻ Pan? He's cool with anyone really.
⋗ F E A R S ⫻ Spiders. Needles. Burning to death. His sister.
⋗ R E P U T A T I O N ⫻ Ty is that "Chill" guy that everyone kind of likes but also kind of hates. He slides through life without effort and most things just seem to fall right into his lap. But despite that he's friendly and easy to get along with.
⋗ P E T P E E V E S ⫻ People going "Bro" at him. It's "Yo". Anime.
⋗ Q U I R K S ⫻ What's not odd about Ty? He's a Hipster. That's quirky. He doesn't like anime. He's also probably the most laid back person there is. He's really nice to everyone and never says anything intentionally mean. He's also nearly sickeningly optimistic. He's also pretty handsy. He has no concept of personal space.
⋗ P H I L O S O P H Y ⫻ "Just Chill". He's a go with the flow kind of guy. He believes in the inherent good of people and that everything will work out in the end. Plus, why waste effort worrying about something you can't change?
⋗ S E C R E T S ⫻ Ty's life is an open book.... except for that little bit about his sister. That he has never told anyone.
⋗ D E S I R E S ⫻ See "Main Goal"
⋗ S E X U A L I T Y ⫻ Pan? He's cool with anyone really.
⋗ F E A R S ⫻ Spiders. Needles. Burning to death. His sister.
⋗ R E P U T A T I O N ⫻ Ty is that "Chill" guy that everyone kind of likes but also kind of hates. He slides through life without effort and most things just seem to fall right into his lap. But despite that he's friendly and easy to get along with.
⋗ P E T P E E V E S ⫻ People going "Bro" at him. It's "Yo". Anime.
⋗ Q U I R K S ⫻ What's not odd about Ty? He's a Hipster. That's quirky. He doesn't like anime. He's also probably the most laid back person there is. He's really nice to everyone and never says anything intentionally mean. He's also nearly sickeningly optimistic. He's also pretty handsy. He has no concept of personal space.
⦕ B A C K S T O R Y
"It'll all be okay in the end. If it's not, then it's not the end."
From the outside Ty's life looks like the ideal life. His parents, both highly religious, were nearly the stereotypes of the friendly Catholics that do community service, bring the new neighbors welcome gifts, give more than they get and are generally some of the nicest people you'll ever meet. His elder sister, Hannah, is the typical beautiful, attractive, and smart girl next door. She's studious hard working and always listens to her parents.
Yes, life looked nice. But what lurks under the surface was always surprising people. Hannah was anything but a nice person around Ty. She never touched him hard enough to hurt but that didn't mean she didn't hurt him. She mentally and psychologically tortured him. She had him absolutely bent to her will. Until she went off to college when he was sixteen. Without her presence Ty became the Ty most people know and love.
Other than that blight on his life Ty had the normal childhood and had everything he wanted. He excelled in school despite putting in minimal effort. After he graduated from High School he took a year off to backpack across Europe. When he returned he got a job at a think tank.
Yes, life looked nice. But what lurks under the surface was always surprising people. Hannah was anything but a nice person around Ty. She never touched him hard enough to hurt but that didn't mean she didn't hurt him. She mentally and psychologically tortured him. She had him absolutely bent to her will. Until she went off to college when he was sixteen. Without her presence Ty became the Ty most people know and love.
Other than that blight on his life Ty had the normal childhood and had everything he wanted. He excelled in school despite putting in minimal effort. After he graduated from High School he took a year off to backpack across Europe. When he returned he got a job at a think tank.
⦕ S K I L L S & T A L E N T S
"I'm just hanging out, being myself and doing my work."
⋗ Problem Solving ⫻ [Ty is what is affectionately known as a "Problem Fixer" in the think tank. He comes up with ideas that either solve the problem or are a step towards it.]
⋗ [Running] ⫻ [Ty is a long distance runner. He's gone on more than one Iron Man and completed it.]
⋗ [Avoidance] ⫻ [Ty is a master avoider. If he doesn't want to think about it, don't worry, he wont.]
⦕ O T H E R
"I loved the feeling of freedom in running, the fresh air, the feeling that the only person I'm competing with is me."
Ty is free to die. Whenever. Just as long as it's a horrible death.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
O R A C L E
B A R B A R A G O R D O N ♦ G C P D E V I D E N C E T E C H N I C I A N ♦ G O T H A M C I T Y ♦ G C P D
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"I promise loyalty. I promise secrecy. And I promise courage."
Barbara Gordon was once the best at everything she did. She was valedictorian in High School. She enrolled in Gotham U and quickly excelled. She worked at the local Gotham City Library. She was a GCPD intern as their IT support. The icing on the cake was her becoming BATGIRL. Life couldn't be better.
But all that glitters is not gold. Not everything was as it seemed. Undercurrents ran deep and strong through Barbara's life. Family drama at home. Tension between her and her father at work. Corruption at the GCPD. The toll the vigilante work was taking on her life and body.
And then there was the case that had gone wrong. The trauma to her spine was ultimately her own doing through her own hubris. All it took was a moment of inattention on a common criminal and Babs went from Batgirl to nothing
When she was young Barbara was taught that when life gotmyou down you needed to get back up. Not giving herself any slack or allowing herself to wallow in her misery, she graduated from college with honors. Joined the GCPD as an evidence technician and still occasionally volunteers at the library when she's not hunting down crime as ORACLE.
But all that glitters is not gold. Not everything was as it seemed. Undercurrents ran deep and strong through Barbara's life. Family drama at home. Tension between her and her father at work. Corruption at the GCPD. The toll the vigilante work was taking on her life and body.
And then there was the case that had gone wrong. The trauma to her spine was ultimately her own doing through her own hubris. All it took was a moment of inattention on a common criminal and Babs went from Batgirl to nothing
When she was young Barbara was taught that when life gotmyou down you needed to get back up. Not giving herself any slack or allowing herself to wallow in her misery, she graduated from college with honors. Joined the GCPD as an evidence technician and still occasionally volunteers at the library when she's not hunting down crime as ORACLE.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
Barbara is driven by her past. Growing up she watched her father fight the rampant corruption in the GCPD. She watched his fear for his family and his desire to help others war with each other and tear her family apart. It was a given she'd follow in her father's footsteps. She is also driven by her own failure while Batgirl which caused her to be shot and paralyzed. I want to show her journey from the lowest point back up.
While I could go with the standard version of Oracle who is well respected and loved by the Superhero community I want to tell the story of Babara. Barbara is a young woman trying to make her way in a cruel world. I want to focus on how she doesn't let that defeat her. She's suffered and she's suffering but I do eventually want to showcase her compassion and her desire to help by having her aid other heroes. But most of all I want to tell the story of how she makes her own place in the world and that starts with Oracle. Not leaving her trapped in the GCPD in her father's shadow. And not in the Shadow of the other heroes in Gotham.
While I could go with the standard version of Oracle who is well respected and loved by the Superhero community I want to tell the story of Babara. Barbara is a young woman trying to make her way in a cruel world. I want to focus on how she doesn't let that defeat her. She's suffered and she's suffering but I do eventually want to showcase her compassion and her desire to help by having her aid other heroes. But most of all I want to tell the story of how she makes her own place in the world and that starts with Oracle. Not leaving her trapped in the GCPD in her father's shadow. And not in the Shadow of the other heroes in Gotham.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
This version of Barbara was not Batgirl all that long. She did once meet with Batman, per @IceHeart's Batgirl Character Proposal. But they mainly went their separate ways. It was less then a year before Barbara made her worst, nearly fatal mistake that cost her the use of her lower body.
S A M P L E P O S T:
Location: Gotham City - Barbara Gordon's Apartment
The night air was neither cool not refreshing. In this part of Gotham it smelled like someone had been using this alley as a bathroom. Considering the nearby bar and the homeless population, it probably was the truth. Couple with the heat wave that was plaguing Gotham, it was nearly unbearable. There wasn't even a chance at the breeze to offer relief.
Barbara looked over the edge of the two story building she was on. It was a ma and pop store that sold herbal remedies and other medicines. They had moved to Gotham from Bialya a few months ago. Since then multiple incidents had occurred in their store. Mostly from the local mob bosses who controlled this area.
Multiple police reports had been filed from those alterations. The GCPD looked the other way. BATGIRL on the other hand...
A smile crossed Barbara's face as two of Black Mask's goons showed up right on time. Thanks anonymous tipster. Barbara readied her jump line and steadied her breath. Neither of them looked armed but she knew better than to assume they were harmless. Within a few seonds the goons were in position and Babs leapt off the roof. The putrid air swept past her. The thrill of the ground under her being gone had her heart beating in her throat. Her ever present smile plastered to her face.
Neither goon noticed her until she planted one foot in each of their faces. Her knees bent to absorb the force of the blow. As she continued past their now prone forms she let go of the line. With a tuck and roll she hit the ground. The air woodshed out of her lungs. Then she was back on her feet twisting back around. Both men were lying on the ground.
Barbara walked over to the nearest one. She bent down and pulled his unnecessary jacket back and exposed a gun. Carefully she nudged it. Sharp eyes quickly notoced what she was looking for. The serial number had been filed off. She pulled a pair of zipties out of her belt pocket.
As she reached down to roll the first goon over she froze. The telltale sound of a gun being cocked was nothing she'd ever mistake. There was no reason to cock a modern gun. All it was for was to scare her. But it also gave her a warning.
Barbara twisted quickly, her batgirlrang already in hand. Sharp pain erupted in her backside followed by the loud report of the gun firing.
Or was it the other way around?
With a loud shout Barbara jerked up. The motion aborted by the lack of movement in her legs. With a half stifled sob she took stock of her room. Even in her new apartment she was still plagued by the old nightmares. She didn't dare close her eyes again as she listened to her panting breath. Long minutes passed until she stopped shaking.
Well, there was no sense in trying to go back to sleep now.
Location: Gotham City - GCPD Evidence Lab
Barbara was the first Tech to show up in the early morning light to the GCPD. The GCPD was never truly empty. Someone was always at the station. She wheeled herself up the ramp. She scanned her employee badge and pushed the large button for automatic door opener. There was a short pause then the employee access door swung open.
Babs rolled through the door and waiting until it swung shut behind her. Inside the GCPD there was a low hum of activity. She easily spotted men and women she knew. Rebecca Mulcahey looked up from her computer and smiled. Babs ducked her head and kept moving towards the back of the bullpen.
If Barbara was quick enough she could escape the pitying looks and most importantly her father. The sounds of the wheels over old cracked linoleum was siren loud to the young woman's ears. She tried to resist the urge to sink further into her chair. She could feel all the eyes in the room on her. Feel their pity. It was too much to bear.
'Please' Barbara mentally intoned. 'Please don't let today get worse.'
Barbara swipped her card once more at the lab entrance. Luck must be in her favor because no one else tried to talk to her and her father had yet to show. Small mercies. The lab doors closed behind her and she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. It was quiet and deserted in the labs. Most of the Techs didn't show until after nine let alone six in the morning.
Feeling better now that she was alone Barbara wheeled to her primary lab and began to set up for the day.
The day passed quickly. Even more when the other Tech showed. Greg Oakley was a 23 year old science nerd. Still in college but interning at the GCPD. Mel Zhang, second generation Chinese African-American, 54 and nearly into retirement. All she wanted to do was talk about her grandchildren. And Carlos Penã rounded out the group at 31. Soft spoken and well mannered he was a solid worker. Best thing was none of them looked at Barbara with pity. None of them cared about BCPD politics, a.k.a. who her father was, or if she didn't walk anymore.
"Is the sample for Case14A65G finished being tested yet?" Greg asked pushing his rolling chair away from the lab counter he had been working.
"14A?" Barbara faintly remembered that from this morning. She sent her chair over to the next counter and looked at the folders that were in the processed stack.
"14A." She wiggled the file in the air over her head.
"You're a lifesaver Babs." Greg nearly crowed as he hurried over to grab the file. "I owe you lunch."
"With the time of night it is, dinner would be more appropriate." Mal said as she stretched.
"Or less." Carlos cheekily threw in.
Greg's face turned bright red much to Carlos' immense joy. Before anything more could be said Barbra jumped in. "Thank you Greg, but I'm good."
Silence once again descended upon the small group. Soon there was a flurry of activity as everyone began to pack up for the day.
"Don't stay too late." Mel stood Babs with a motherly pat on the shoulder.
"Finished the report for Homicide?" Barbara asked Greg as he walked by.
"Yeah." There was faint blush of color on his cheeks. "I scanned it into the system and left the original on the station."
"Thank you. Have a nice night."
Barbara wheeled over to Greg's station and picked up the file for 14A. She lifted the folder then opened it. Jane Doe, 15, shot. Barbara quickly closed the file. She took a deep breath.
White Caucasian. Runaway. Barbara frowned. Her eyes scanned the page. No family was listed. She wheeled over to her terminal and pulled up the case file.
ACCESS DENIED
Barbara looked back at the workup before her. It was rare in Gotham that the GCPD looked into deaths among the homeless. They slipped through the cracks. It wasn't right and most weren't happy about it. But there was little they could do in the GCPD about it. Pushing and complaining only got officers and techs so far.
Barbara tapped her fingers against the file. So why was this unclaimed girl part of a homicide investigation that the GCPD was keeping classified? What was her father up to? A small sneaking suspicion descended upon her. Or maybe it wasn't her father, maybe it was him. Either way she should stay out of it right? Her Batgirl days were over.
Still...
Barbara wheeled herself out of the lab and locked it behind her. As the lights shut off a lone light on the copier machine blinked then went out. The text on the small screen faded leaving nothing but a momory of the words:
Job Memory Deleted
Issue #0
The night air was neither cool not refreshing. In this part of Gotham it smelled like someone had been using this alley as a bathroom. Considering the nearby bar and the homeless population, it probably was the truth. Couple with the heat wave that was plaguing Gotham, it was nearly unbearable. There wasn't even a chance at the breeze to offer relief.
Barbara looked over the edge of the two story building she was on. It was a ma and pop store that sold herbal remedies and other medicines. They had moved to Gotham from Bialya a few months ago. Since then multiple incidents had occurred in their store. Mostly from the local mob bosses who controlled this area.
Multiple police reports had been filed from those alterations. The GCPD looked the other way. BATGIRL on the other hand...
A smile crossed Barbara's face as two of Black Mask's goons showed up right on time. Thanks anonymous tipster. Barbara readied her jump line and steadied her breath. Neither of them looked armed but she knew better than to assume they were harmless. Within a few seonds the goons were in position and Babs leapt off the roof. The putrid air swept past her. The thrill of the ground under her being gone had her heart beating in her throat. Her ever present smile plastered to her face.
Neither goon noticed her until she planted one foot in each of their faces. Her knees bent to absorb the force of the blow. As she continued past their now prone forms she let go of the line. With a tuck and roll she hit the ground. The air woodshed out of her lungs. Then she was back on her feet twisting back around. Both men were lying on the ground.
Barbara walked over to the nearest one. She bent down and pulled his unnecessary jacket back and exposed a gun. Carefully she nudged it. Sharp eyes quickly notoced what she was looking for. The serial number had been filed off. She pulled a pair of zipties out of her belt pocket.
As she reached down to roll the first goon over she froze. The telltale sound of a gun being cocked was nothing she'd ever mistake. There was no reason to cock a modern gun. All it was for was to scare her. But it also gave her a warning.
Barbara twisted quickly, her batgirlrang already in hand. Sharp pain erupted in her backside followed by the loud report of the gun firing.
Or was it the other way around?
With a loud shout Barbara jerked up. The motion aborted by the lack of movement in her legs. With a half stifled sob she took stock of her room. Even in her new apartment she was still plagued by the old nightmares. She didn't dare close her eyes again as she listened to her panting breath. Long minutes passed until she stopped shaking.
Well, there was no sense in trying to go back to sleep now.
Location: Gotham City - GCPD Evidence Lab
Barbara was the first Tech to show up in the early morning light to the GCPD. The GCPD was never truly empty. Someone was always at the station. She wheeled herself up the ramp. She scanned her employee badge and pushed the large button for automatic door opener. There was a short pause then the employee access door swung open.
Babs rolled through the door and waiting until it swung shut behind her. Inside the GCPD there was a low hum of activity. She easily spotted men and women she knew. Rebecca Mulcahey looked up from her computer and smiled. Babs ducked her head and kept moving towards the back of the bullpen.
If Barbara was quick enough she could escape the pitying looks and most importantly her father. The sounds of the wheels over old cracked linoleum was siren loud to the young woman's ears. She tried to resist the urge to sink further into her chair. She could feel all the eyes in the room on her. Feel their pity. It was too much to bear.
'Please' Barbara mentally intoned. 'Please don't let today get worse.'
Barbara swipped her card once more at the lab entrance. Luck must be in her favor because no one else tried to talk to her and her father had yet to show. Small mercies. The lab doors closed behind her and she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. It was quiet and deserted in the labs. Most of the Techs didn't show until after nine let alone six in the morning.
Feeling better now that she was alone Barbara wheeled to her primary lab and began to set up for the day.
The day passed quickly. Even more when the other Tech showed. Greg Oakley was a 23 year old science nerd. Still in college but interning at the GCPD. Mel Zhang, second generation Chinese African-American, 54 and nearly into retirement. All she wanted to do was talk about her grandchildren. And Carlos Penã rounded out the group at 31. Soft spoken and well mannered he was a solid worker. Best thing was none of them looked at Barbara with pity. None of them cared about BCPD politics, a.k.a. who her father was, or if she didn't walk anymore.
"Is the sample for Case14A65G finished being tested yet?" Greg asked pushing his rolling chair away from the lab counter he had been working.
"14A?" Barbara faintly remembered that from this morning. She sent her chair over to the next counter and looked at the folders that were in the processed stack.
"14A." She wiggled the file in the air over her head.
"You're a lifesaver Babs." Greg nearly crowed as he hurried over to grab the file. "I owe you lunch."
"With the time of night it is, dinner would be more appropriate." Mal said as she stretched.
"Or less." Carlos cheekily threw in.
Greg's face turned bright red much to Carlos' immense joy. Before anything more could be said Barbra jumped in. "Thank you Greg, but I'm good."
Silence once again descended upon the small group. Soon there was a flurry of activity as everyone began to pack up for the day.
"Don't stay too late." Mel stood Babs with a motherly pat on the shoulder.
"Finished the report for Homicide?" Barbara asked Greg as he walked by.
"Yeah." There was faint blush of color on his cheeks. "I scanned it into the system and left the original on the station."
"Thank you. Have a nice night."
Barbara wheeled over to Greg's station and picked up the file for 14A. She lifted the folder then opened it. Jane Doe, 15, shot. Barbara quickly closed the file. She took a deep breath.
White Caucasian. Runaway. Barbara frowned. Her eyes scanned the page. No family was listed. She wheeled over to her terminal and pulled up the case file.
ACCESS DENIED
Barbara looked back at the workup before her. It was rare in Gotham that the GCPD looked into deaths among the homeless. They slipped through the cracks. It wasn't right and most weren't happy about it. But there was little they could do in the GCPD about it. Pushing and complaining only got officers and techs so far.
Barbara tapped her fingers against the file. So why was this unclaimed girl part of a homicide investigation that the GCPD was keeping classified? What was her father up to? A small sneaking suspicion descended upon her. Or maybe it wasn't her father, maybe it was him. Either way she should stay out of it right? Her Batgirl days were over.
Still...
Barbara wheeled herself out of the lab and locked it behind her. As the lights shut off a lone light on the copier machine blinked then went out. The text on the small screen faded leaving nothing but a momory of the words:
Job Memory Deleted
P O S T C A T A L O G:
A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.
That, and I thought it might be nice to use some lesser known villains.This. Everyone does Joker v Batman all the time. Give some other perfectly good villains screen time.
Well, this is the problem. So far, any hero blocks out a good double-digit number of otherwise fun and interesting characters (that could, by themselves, attract players to the game). Or they restrict themselves. I prefer the latter as more players = a longer-living game, and nothing restricts a writer, only 'encourages innovation', to use some doublespeak.Before this thread there was the interest check which had this exchange:
One thing I think is a little iffy is people writing their own villains. Maybe it would be more interesting if everyone played someone else's villains?
Hmm, interesting idea on the villains. We could certainly do something like that bu it would have to be agreed upon by the player playing the hero in case they want to have full control over their character. Villains could definitely be played as a collab type system though. Great idea Lovleand!EDIT ... That came out really soapbox-y. /failed EDIT #2 I couldn't stand it any longer. So I snipped stuff. :D
I don't think he's excessively Golden Age-y. (Though I might be Biased because the Golden Age was Cracktastic)
Also, the green's fine on my end.
Great, I've updated the OP in the character section to include Diana.I see what you did with the blue there...
Wonder Woman
Diana Prince
Cosplay by Meagan Marie. (Click the link to see more of her incredible work)- From Gaia they gain the power of the Earth. This grants them strength beyond normal and also allows quicker healing when in direct contact with Earth.
- From Athena they are granted wisdom, intelligence, and military prowess. This also helps her learn new languages rapidly and retain them easily.
- From Artemis they are granted the "Eye of the Hunter". This gives them enhanced vision and hearing.
- Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, granted them the ability to be more resistant to fire, both natural and magical and origin.
- Aphrodite granted each woman beauty and a kind heart.
- Aegis of Athena: Her bullet proof bracers. Not only can they deflect bullets but they absorb the kinetic energy. Because of this they are also useful to minimizing blast damage.
- Tiara: It's a boomerang.
- Other objects she doesn't have yet: Her Magical sword and Lasso of Truth.
Okay that looks really good Demon, and I really like how you put her abilities in a list. If you could maybe get one more arc idea up your sheet should be good to go. I guess we have our Wonder Woman now! I'll make an OP in the character section and then you can put Diana in there.So I added in two more plot ideas. And I'll move her on over. Hooray.
Okay. Done with the CS. Want to look over it and see if anything needs changing?
I am here.
:)
*Claims Wondy for herself*
Cosplay by Meagan Marie. (Click the link to see more of her incredible work)
Age
18
Powers/Abilities
All Amazons share the same powers and abilities, though each differs on which aspect they are best in.
I do have a question though. Can we modify the CS if we leave in everything you require?
Wonder Woman
Diana Prince
Cosplay by Meagan Marie. (Click the link to see more of her incredible work)
Age
18
Powers/Abilities
All Amazons share the same powers and abilities, though each differs on which aspect they are best in.
- From Gaia they gain the power of the Earth. This grants them strength beyond normal and also allows quicker healing when in direct contact with Earth.
- From Athena they are granted wisdom, intelligence, and military prowess. This also helps her learn new languages rapidly and retain them easily.
- From Artemis they are granted the "Eye of the Hunter". This gives them enhanced vision and hearing.
- Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, granted them the ability to be more resistant to fire, both natural and magical and origin.
- Aphrodite granted each woman beauty and a kind heart.
- Aegis of Athena: Her bullet proof bracers. Not only can they deflect bullets but they absorb the kinetic energy. Because of this they are also useful to minimizing blast damage.
- Tiara: It's a boomerang.
- Other objects she doesn't have yet: Her Magical sword and Lasso of Truth.
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Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Well I might be able to get a CS up today but I'm going shopping later and will be gone all afternoon and evening. So hopefully this doesn't move too fast. I do have work tomorrow you know ;) President's day may make this a nice three day weekend but it doesn't last forever.
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Blue Demon || Female || Older || Ace[/center]
I go by Blue, Demon or BD. Or even [i]Hey You[/i] if it's clear enough that you're talking to me. XD I prefer Blue or Blue Demon. And no, I didn't choose "Blue" because I'm sad. It's my favorite color. (And now you know.)
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/82d03f78dbda8115eaaf030e9106d9fb/ee3c669eb4e59902-95/s540x810/3cf9051b3db822569e09b42698082e1b10f3400b.gifv" /><br><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ed145b"><span class="bb-u">About</span></font></div><br>Blue Demon || Female || Older || Ace</div><br>I go by Blue, Demon or BD. Or even <span class="bb-i">Hey You</span> if it's clear enough that you're talking to me. XD I prefer Blue or Blue Demon. And no, I didn't choose "Blue" because I'm sad. It's my favorite color. (And now you know.)<br><br><div class="bb-center">Advanced || UTC -08:00<br><br><img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/b14815b52b6058ec5844f7fc26a7a390/7e4a431b6dc123bb-2c/s540x810/c634eab2ed9fab8a94fd3fef682d94c7f70b6004.gifv" /><br>Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.</div></div>
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