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"We got a job, eh? Well, those pizzas and trumpet lessons ain't gonna pay for themselves."
-----Basic Information-----
Alias:
N/A
Name:
David O'Rinn
Origin City:
Seward, Nebraska
("Not like it matters much anymore, place was swallowed up by the Scar a while ago.")
Hometown:
Hub City, Illinois
("Home, sweet home. High population density, soaring crime rate, and technically under martial law. I love it.")
Sex:
Male
Age:
26
Birth Date:
September 24th, 1994

-----Analysis-----

Race:
Human (Caucasian)
Height:
5'11
Weight:
171 pounds
Costumed Appearance:
N/A
Civilian Appearance:
David stands at an average height of 5'11, with an athletic build that compromises between strength and agility. His fair skinned face is rough, a sign of his fearsome occupation, and he has short brown hair in what resembles a pompadour and blue eyes. An assortment of scars decorate David's body, with a notable few all covering his face. In terms of clothing, more often than not David finds himself wearing a brown leather jacket over a plain grey t-shirt, brown cargo pants, and black steel-toed boots.
Icon:
A stylized revolver chamber, the logo of his shop.
Costumed Personality:
N/A
Civilian Personality:
"Phew. You look like you just got your ass handed to ya."
To hear of David's past, one probably expects him to be all broody and angry about everything. Then you see him using his sword as an air guitar after cutting off an imp's head with it. That's when you realize what kind of person David is. To put it simply, David is a bombastic guy with a flair for the theatrical trying to have the time of his life. Though he's not stupid, most might think he is due to how he acts. He can't take himself or the world around him seriously to save his life, and when he does stop goofing around it's usually a sign that shit just got real.

That isn't to say that that's all there is to David. He hides it well beneath his goofy facade, but he's rather depressed due to the disappearance of his father, death of his mother, and the destruction of his home town. He also has quite a vicious streak, prone to toying with and taunting his enemies and then violently dispatching them once he's gotten bored. The parts hidden beneath his surface aren't all bad, however; he has a strong sense of justice, seeking to defend the weak, and he cares for his friends as though they're his family.
Civilian Occupation:
Business owner, monster hunter, occasional gambler, trumpeter when all else fails
("What can I say? I'm a renaissance man.")

-----Abilities-----

-Skills:
Godlike Trumpeter
Master Swordsman
Expert Marksman
Expert Martial Artist
Expert Acrobat
Skilled Driver

-Powers:
Enchantments
David doesn't have any magical abilities; however, he does know a wizard or two, and they agreed to enchant his weapons for him. His main weapons are blessed with elemental properties and are hardened to be nigh unbreakable. His guns pack a little something extra as well, a simple rune carved into their action along with one sewn into the inside of David's coat. The gist of it is that as long as David has the appropriate ammunition held in his coat, he is able to keep firing without having to reload, the bullets appearing in the chamber as the gun is about to fire.

-Gadgets:
The Desperado - A camper van that David bought early in his career. It's been decked out in armor, with his and Leo's shop's logo painted in black on the side. Used for long hauls where they might be away from home for anywhere from a few days to weeks. David also jokingly refers to it by other names, most notably the "Mystery Machine".

The Highwayman - A beautiful dealer of death that Dave and Leo have been fixing up. Currently hidden under a tarp in their garage. When it's done, they'll be using it for ramming right into crowds full of abominations and cultists.

-Weapons:
Standard Gear
"The Wiffle Bat" - A one-handed longsword made of steel, with a rather ornate design and runes carved into the blade. Gifted to David by the witch who enchanted his weaponry, it has since stayed in a scabbard on his back. To pack more of a punch, it is enchanted with elemental properties: more specifically, lightning.
"Frost and Flame" - A pair of Glock 17s, one blue and the other red. The first weapons David bought, they are on his person at all times, carried in holsters on his hips. Like the Wiffle Bat, they are enchanted with elemental properties: Frost fires bullets imbued with ice, Flame with fire.
"Backscratcher" - A combat knife. Carried in a sheath on David's left boot. Also enchanted with elemental properties: in this case, nature.
Grenades - Nothing special here. Just a shitload of regular grenades. What? Anything will get messed up by an explosion.


Expanded Gear
Shotgun - A simple shotgun, more specifically a stockless Remington 870. Not enchanted, but a buckshot's capable of stopping even the most stubborn of monsters in their tracks.
Submachine Gun - A simple SMG, more specifically an MP5. Not enchanted, but a stream of bullets can put down the weaker monsters and irritate the stronger ones.
Assault Rifle - A simple assault rifle, more specifically an AR-15. Not enchanted, but it packs high power and shoots fast; just how Dave likes his guns.


-----Biography-----

Character History/Origin:
David was born to a rather normal family in a small Nebraskan town, though his father was always rather... Odd. He firmly believed in the occult, spending a good chunk of his free time with some weird guys that were into shady stuff. Mostly these shady people consisted of people calling themselves the "Blackroot Coven." Despite this odd attraction, his father loved his wife and son, and always tried to be there for David.

But as the years went by, it became increasingly obvious that his father's interest became an obsession. When David was 14, his father simply disappeared, never to be seen again. David still ponders what happened to him, but considering the people his father associated with and what happened in the following year, David has a pretty good idea.

When the Blackroot Coven tore open the veil and let loose their army of hellspawn and abominations, David was 16. His life fell apart rapidly, his town being destroyed, his mother dying, and all he ever knew being gone forever. Part of him wanted to just give up right there and die, but he had to survive, if only because his mother would want him to. And so, he made his way east, to try and escape the growing expanse of chaos that would later be known as the Shattered Scar.

East he made it, to a refugee camp in Hub City. From there, David had a choice to make: attempt to lead a normal life, or take a stand against this type of injustice. Instead of attempting to pick up the pieces of his life like so many others were doing, David took the latter option. He got a job at a local diner, working days and training in his off time. It started out small, working out in the mornings and evenings, and soon escalated to learning martial arts, then sword fighting, and finally marksmanship.

David trained himself for three years, and when he was 19, he thought he was ready. So he quit his job, used the last of his savings to buy a large van, got his weapons, and started leaving the city to fight monsters. His first year on the job was brutal; he nearly died hundreds of times, and has more than his fair share of scars to prove it. It was clear he had no idea what he was doing, but that didn't stop him, and through sheer luck and force of willpower David lived to see his 20th birthday.

But one thing that David came to realize is that having to constantly replace every sword and knife you busted on a demon's skull was expensive and tedious. Plus, his equipment barely scratched the monsters anyway. That was when Mama came in. She was an old witch, with a vast knowledge of the arcane. She gifted him with an enchanted sword, and enchanted his other weapons as well, seemingly out of charity.

The rest of his early twenties were mostly a blur of relaxing by day, fighting monsters by night. During this time, he met his close friend Leo Cash, a fellow monster hunter trying to get by. The two formed their own team and business, the Outlaws (or, half jokingly and half officially, the Outlaws Supernatural Consultative Services), setting up shop in a used warehouse in the slums of Hub City. Business was slow at first, but after they met a man named Ted who became their handler, everything was smooth sailing.

And now, David is 26, and it's been about eleven years since the Veil was breached and the world became the way it was. Back then, it seemed so hopeless. He was nothing but an angry boy intent on making the Blackroot Coven pay for their wrongdoings. These days? He's just having fun with his best bro, kicking ass and taking names, while making time for his true passion: playing the trumpet.

Optional Information:
Theme
Battle Theme

David is left-handed.
David's favorite color is yellow.
As much as he loves pizza, his favorite food is actually blueberry pie because his mother made it a lot when he was a kid.
Believe it or not, David's a rather competent cook. He just prefers eating out rather than making something at home.


-----Important People-----

Nemesis:
Whatever monster he's trying to kill.
Allies:
Leo Cash - David's partner in crime/best friend/brother from another mother. The two met five years ago and have been strong friends since.
Mama - An old witch that enchanted Dave's weaponry for him. He doesn't know her name. A pretty enigmatic sort.
Ted - A rather mysterious guy who helped get Dave and Leo's shop on the right track when they first established it. He's sort of their handler, sort of their mission control, but either way he's sort of on the team.
Team:
The Outlaws/Outlaws Supernatural Consultative Services - Dave and Leo's monster hunting team. Currently consists of just them and Ted.


"Don't mind me, just the girl that's gonna save the day!"
-----Basic Information-----
Alias:
Jackal II
Name:
Stacy Perkins
Origin City & Hometown:
Gotham City, New Jersey
("Once you get past the daily robberies, massive unemployment rate, and the boatload of ghettos, Gotham's actually a pretty nice place to live.")
Sex:
Female
Age:
21
Birth Date:
January 6th, 2000

-----Analysis-----

Race:
Human (Caucasian)
Height:
5'7
Weight:
137 pounds
Costumed Appearance:
Stacy's costume as Jackal is rather simplistic and thrown together, as she didn't have much money to spend on it. It's mostly black, so that she can blend into the shadows easily, consisting of a ski mask that hides all but her eyes, a hooded long sleeve shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots. She's on the look out for something more advanced so that she looks less cat burglar and more superhero, but she's not in a rush.
Civilian Appearance:
Stacy stands at an average height of 5'7, with a lean build that carries a surprising amount of power. Her face is pale and angular, with warm brown eyes and black hair in a pixie cut that frames her face. Clothing wise, Stacy prefers to dress in a reserved yet practical style, with hoodies, tank tops, jeans, and running shoes.
Icon:
A stylized jackal's head.
Costumed Personality:
"I've come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass. And I'm all out of ass! ... Wait, no."
Though she hasn't been able to test it out yet, Stacy has been formulating her persona as the Jackal for some time. She aims to be like the clean cut hero her father was, friendly to allies and bystanders, quick with a joke, and menacing to those who feed off the misery of innocent people. Overall, much more open and bubbly than how she normally is. She's even come up with a list of witty one-liners to use! It's gonna be so awesome!
Civilian Personality:
"I'm telling you, I'm gonna be the greatest boxer to ever live... Ahem, so have you decided on your order sir?"
Unlike the persona she's been crafting for her costumed guise, Stacy herself is more on the timid and polite side. She doesn't like to raise her voice or be too harsh on people, and as such almost seems like a walking doormat. Every once in a while however, a burst of energy pops through, especially when discussing boxing and the like. Underneath this quiet facade, Stacy has a burning resolve to help people the way her father did, combined with a love of fighting instilled in her by too many late nights spent watching boxing clips. 
Civilian Occupation:
Waitress, aspiring boxer
("The waitress thing is part time. Soon, you're gonna see my name on a title card!")

-----Abilities-----

-Skills:
Expert Pugilist
Skilled Acrobat
Skilled Medic

-Powers:
Regenerative Durability/Healing Factor
Right now, Stacy's healing factor is relatively weak, with her barely being able to regenerate from knife wounds and the like. She's deathly allergic to getting shot in the head, slashed across the throat, or disemboweled. However, the longer and more often she uses her healing factor, the more durable she becomes and the stronger her healing factor will grow. This means that she can potentially reach the point where she can withstand large caliber gunfire, survive any variety of mortal wound, or even become effectively immortal and cease aging.

Enhanced Physiology
While she doesn't quite have super strength/speed/endurance, Stacy is just a bit beyond peak human health in her capabilities. She can lift 800 pounds overhead (1000 with maximum effort), run at 45 miles per hour without tiring, and go up to a three months without food and a month without water. She also has enhanced reflexes, allowing her to react quickly to oncoming attacks.

-Gadgets:
N/A

-Weapons:
N/A

-----Biography-----

Character History/Origin:
Stacy was born in the year 2000, the daughter of Eric Perkins and his wife Mary. Mary died due to complications during childbirth, leaving Eric to take care of his daughter on his own. Eric wasn't exactly rich, living in a rather slummy apartment complex in the East End, but he did his best to provide for his daughter despite their circumstances. Both father and daughter were metahumans, carrying the same powerset, and secretly, Eric used his powers to try and clean up the streets of Gotham. Though it started small, stopping a few muggings here or there with nothing but a ski mask and his fists, Eric became more active in 2006 following the Henry Fawkes incident. He continued to go on his crusades in secret, keeping his daughter at home under the watch of his brother Felix, though he rarely engaged with his community. 

With the arrival of more active vigilantes such as Grim and later the Champion, Eric became more active as well, crafting a more heroic costume and donning the alias Jackal circa 2007. To contrast Grim's more private persona, as well as to show that not all metahumans were bad, Jackal was more open with the community of Gotham City, regularly taking interviews or volunteering at soup kitchens and the like. Slowly, he became somewhat of a cultural icon among the downtrodden, their own hometown hero protecting the little guys.

Stacy, of course, knew nothing of this, and it wasn't until 2008 with the arrival of the Champion that Eric began to tell his daughter about his escapades and just why uncle Felix watched her so many nights. Of course, the girl was thrilled at the prospect of her father being a superhero, and if it meant hanging out with uncle Felix more he could keep going out and protecting people. It was around this time that her uncle Felix introduced her to boxing, sparking an interest in the young girl that never quite went away. Little did anyone know, her father's stories and those boxing matches she'd watch would plant the seed for Stacy's own vigilante escapades later in life.

It was in 2010 when the Two Month War hit that tragedy struck. Though Stacy managed to avoid the fate so many children had that fateful Halloween night due to her uncle helping her make her own costume, it didn't stop the country from being ravaged. Her father was one of the many heroes to fight back against the Blackthorn Coven to save the country. Working closely with the people who would later found the Justice Leage, the Jackal surely would've been the "Eighth Wonder of The World"... Had he survived. He died in the Battle of Hub City, ripped to shreds by a swarm of abominations faster than he could regenerate while trying to evacuate an apartment building.

There wasn't much left of his corpse to identify him, let alone to bury.

At the news of her father's death, the ten year old Stacy began to shut herself in. She rarely spoke at school, barely ate, and what she once found fun she would be loath to do. It took nearly a year for her to get over her father's death, and even then, it was only because her uncle (now her legal guardian) sat her down and told her that her father wouldn't want this for her. Slowly but surely, Stacy crawled out of her slump, becoming the plucky girl she once was, but still, a small part of her had died alongside her father.

These days, Stacy works at her uncle's restaurant by day and spends her evenings training at a local boxing gym. But lately, she's been taking late night walks, foiling muggings like her father once did. In fact, she's thinking about making it more of a full time thing... After all, with Grim so busy with the Justice League, someone needs to clean up the streets of Gotham.

Optional Information:
Theme
Battle Theme

Stacy is right-handed and boxes in the out-boxer style.
Stacy's favorite color is purple.
Her favorite food is spaghetti with meat sauce, as that was what her uncle would always make for dinner when she was growing up.
To the horror of her uncle, Stacy is an awful cook, to the point of almost setting fire to the family house while trying to make macaroni and cheese.


-----Important People-----

Nemesis:
N/A
Allies:
Felix Perkins - Stacy's uncle, and her last living family member. Accomplished chef and minor local celebrity, owner of "Perkins' Italian", the family restaurant that Stacy works at. He's always in her corner.
Team:
N/A
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