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Retaking Jump City

Sorry guys, even though were in the middle of something big I'm gonna have to drop out. Make Vi get squished or something, that'd be funny ; w ;

Young Justice 2021 iCheck

Currently watching the show to inspire myself. Finished btw if you want anything changed let me know

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Name:
Wisteria Adams
Alias:
Owlet
Age:
18
Sponsor:
Black Canary

Personality:
- Noble
- Sweet
- Fiery

Powers:

Genius Intellect:

Having had a well-off parent, Wisteria had been enrolled in whatever prestigious school had been in the area at the time. Her mind is very analytical, and she is said to see everything as some sort of piece to a formula, making it relatively simple for her to come up with plans. Also somewhat skilled as a detective. She is knowledgeable in most mathematics and the sciences, including Biology, Physics, Advanced Chemistry, Geography, Technology, and Engineering. Currently studying Criminal Science, Forensic Sciences, Computer Sciences, and History/Mythology, her main focus is to up her hacking skills, which are lack luster at the moment.

Stealth:

Having always been one who steps lightly, stealth was a skill Wisteria picked up from years of lurking around Gotham. After receiving proper training she is able to sneak into well-secured facilities with relative ease. Always seems to move without sound, even when not in a hostile environment, and because of this she has accidentally surprised many of her friends or teammates.

Peak Human Conditioning:

- Peak Human Reflexes: Perceptive, Wisteria is always prepared for an attack from behind, though she isn't skilled enough to dodge bullets or other quick-moving projectiles.

- Peak Human Agility: Trained in parkour and acrobatics, Wisteria is nimble and light on her feet and able to leap across rooftops with ease.

- Peak Human Speed: Her most important and best skill, Wisteria is faster than most human athletes. Every single stride she takes is put to use, and it is especially notable in fights when she can dodge even the quickest punches easily.

Martial Arts:

Trained in Jujitsu, Bōjutsu, Boxing, Dim Mak, Judo, Dragon Style Kung Fu, Iaido, Aikido, and Tae Kwon Do. She is a near master at master at Bōjutsu, Iaido, and Jujitsu. Relies mostly on her speed and her own ability to take another's weight and turn it against them in a fight. Her main weapon, the Bō staff, is often implemented in most of her fights, mostly acting as a tool to reach enemies from a longer distance.

Gadgets:

- Bō Staff (It can also be separated into two short range katana)
- Throwing Knives (fashioned to look like feathers)
- Explosive Throwing Knives
- Smoke Pellets
- Gas Pellets
- Stun Pellets
- Grappling Hook
- Flash Light(s)
- Mini Explosives
- Lock Pick Kit
- Stunning Toxins (liquid)
- Hardware Tools
- Small Snacks

Works in Progress:
- A weapon which uses a sound similar to Black Canary's cry to stun enemies.
- A tracker

Weaknesses:
- Having no powers at all, Wisteria is prone to injuries, some more fatal than others, and is weak to all things that can harm a human.
- Relies more on her speed, making her weaker than most superheros. Currently attempting to train both her strength and endurance.
- Lacks proper defense; her only shield is the mass of feathers on her costume.
- Bad endurance; must eat and rest constantly to stay up and about.

Appearance:
Costume
Wisteria is a girl of average beauty, average height, and average appearance. She stands at about 5'6, weighing a somewhat underweight 120lbs, and has an over all athletic build. Her hair is somewhat long, reaching down passed her shoulders, and is blonde in color and rather easy to manage. She has an angular face, with fair skin, lush lips, a sharp nose, and large, gray/blue eyes. Despite being a full grown woman, she does not have much to offer in the curves department, and could easily pass as a male if she were to just put her hair up and block out her face.

Doesn't care much for makeup or dressing up, and can be found wandering around in sweats and tank tops when not on a mission. Her costume consists of flexible material, with her only defense being the feathers on her back which can withstand most weapons, that is pattered and colored to resemble a tawny owl. She wears a cowl to hide her identity which also doubles as night vision goggles and a gas mask, and her gloves are equipped with retractable claws that are used for clinging to walls and scratching if necessary. She can’t fly, but the feathers on her back double as a glider for a just-in-case situation.

BRIEF Bio:
Born in New York and raised in Gotham, Wisteria grew up knowing that the world is full of dangers. Her mother, a supposedly widowed business woman, often warned her to stay away from most people, telling her stories of all the crime that run a muck in the darkness of the deadly streets, and Wisteria took all the stories and advice to heart. She grew up to be somewhat reserved and cynical, and if not for the sudden disappearance of her mother on her tenth birthday she might have remained that way for the rest of her life. Case after case looked for Ms. Adams, but every time they ended without even a single clue. Days, weeks, months went by, and every single time someone grew just a step closer to finding the woman, it all ended suddenly for an untold reason. Wisteria, finally fed up, began looking into the case herself.

Lurking around Gotham gave her a few leads on various criminals, but nothing about her mother. Trying to force information out of the tougher crowd would have been impossible for the now eleven year old, so she turned to training. Both her mind and her body were pushed to the limit, so much so that when she attempted to chase down a suspicious fella who was reportedly involved in many missing peoples cases Wisteria collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Three years of training left her body at near-death, bruised and battered,, and if not for a visiting Black Canary she wouldn't have made it through the night.

After resting and discussing her need to grow stronger the Canary took Wisteria under her wing. They traveled back to the Canary's home and began a healthier, yet tougher training regiment, and after a few years of intense physical and mental training Owlet was born.

Notes:
- Wrote Wisteria to this song, so I guess this could be considered her theme.
- Hates her name, and hates any nicknames that can be derived from her name.
- Her mother is still missing, and she is still somewhat interested in her case.

Impressions Chart

Ditto: "Our leader, and he seems to be a pretty good one. He supposedly used to be a bit more carefree, but I believe it's best to have a serious approach to the aspect of leading. I hope my skills will be of good use to him!"

Fenrir: "He seems a bit... Angry. All the time. It's a good emotion to have in a fight, but only if you know how to use it, and acting so abrasive to team mates isn't exactly a good way to make an impression."

Orbit: "She looks to be one of the smarter older members, at least, in my opinion. Kind of mouthy, but I can appreciate her abilities and am kind of impressed with her skills. Her mental strength might make her a suitable rival for me, but at the same time she seems kind of... Broken?"

Hellfire: "He seems a bit nicer than the others, despite being buddy-buddy with the angry guy. His powers are incredibly impressive, I definitely wouldn't wanna face him in a serious fight. I'll try to stay in his good side."

Shock: "Shock reminds me of a big sister! Despite being somewhat harsh, she's thoughtful and I can appreciate that. Her powers are cool as well, especially since I'm always interested in how they work. Normally, electromagnetism force is described by electromagnetic fields, and has innumerable physical instances including the interaction of electrically charged-"

Fate: "Fate seems a bit shy, though that's not unexpected in young people. While I have a faint interest in magic I am kind of curious about what happened to his arm..."

Brick:"Turtle! He's a turtle, that's so fucking cool! Oh, uh, anyway, he seems like a valuable team mate, despite being kind of short-tempered. I haven't heard much about his past, but I'm guessing he's some sort of alien."

Frostbite: "Oooh, I like him! He's got a way with words, and I've always found cryomancers to be rather fascinating. He's seems to be friendly in general, so maybe I have a chance at making a pal outta him."

Shadōdansā: "A... A demon? Who controls shadows? I mean, that's not the weirdest combo I've seen, and it might just be natural for their species to have a power like that. Anyway, as seems friendly, maybe a bit quiet, I hope I can become friends with her!"

Thrillseeker: "Possible threat to my role as the team's lovable powerless vigilante? It seems he's rather smart, and his equipment is apparently "better than mine". Well, we'll see about that!"

The Impossible City

Name:
Kai Lycoris

Age:
Died at nineteen so... Nineteen?

Race:
Possessed Doll:
A porcelain doll that is being controlled by a dead spirit. Their mouths do not move when they speak and they always seem to move as if they were robotic. The longer the spirit stays in a doll, though, the more control they gain. While breathing and eating are not a problem, their bodies are very frail and break easily, and if the key (item being used as the doll's pseudo soul, somewhat connected to the owner of said item) is taken away or broken the spirit looses all control of their doll body and are stuck for eternity in an unmoving shell. If the key is returned or fixed, then the body is once again given life. Kai's key is one of Jonah's old rings

Looks:
Kai is a girl of unnatural beauty, which would make sense because she actually just a ball jointed doll. Her skin is the cleanest of porcelain, kept that way by her own constant tidiness, and is quite easy to blemish and crack. Her hair is extremely long, reaching down to her knees if not tied up, and is usually fashioned in twin tails to keep out of the way. She has a round face, small lips, and large, fathomless, black eyes. Being a doll, she often has trouble moving and must stretch and oil her joints daily. Her mouth also doesn't move when she talks, though it is very possible for her to make expressions. Stands at about 5 feet and weighs 80lbs, and she often wears whatever is available to her (which is, more times then not, very ornate dresses).

Personality:
A fiery, hard-working girl, Kai has no time for anyone or anything. She has a very sharp tongue and is well known for her clever insults and slight wit (which is mostly used to craft stupid plans and even stupider puns). Kai is sarcastic, cynical, and prideful, having an ego the size of a whale and a bite as sharp as nails. Even though she is somewhat of a bitch, though, Kai can be considerably sweet and loyal to the people she trusts, and has a soft spot for kids and older folk, often going out of her way to make sure that they won't have any trouble from the more annoying trash of the human(oid) race. A skilled liar, Kai has no problem telling large scale lies to get out of trouble, and is a rather sneaky individual, especially around rare items and money. Despite her frail appearance she is actually very strong, and if not for her jerky, hard to move body she would be quite feared for her punches and kicks. Kind of an idiot.

Short Bio:
A ruthless thief in her past life, Kai died as she lived, in the middle of a huge heist with her hands wrapped around someone's throat. A spear to the neck and stomach, a final smirk, and then darkness, that was all she remembered. Kai was never a good girl, her entire life was spent on the streets, beating people for money and stealing food and shelter was just the way of living for her. Death was always looming over her shoulder, and she had been prepared for it after she had killed another man at the age of fourteen. Years of torture was expected, an eternity in hell was her destiny... At least... Until someone called her back.

Now, ghosts are a tricky subject. Some go to heaven, some go to hell, and some hang around Earth with too many regrets to pass on. There are numerous ways to pull the dead back, and Kai just so happened to get sucked into one of them. She had felt it first, a sudden pulling where her chest should be, and then she was tugged straight out of Hell and into the quietest place possible. One second she was surrounded by stars and silence, her ghostly flesh still scorched from the hellfire, and the next she was sitting in a cold room with another man. Her body wouldn't move, as if it were made of lead, and the man stared at her with expectant eyes. After a long moment of confusion, Kai finally yells out,

"Where the HELL am I?"

Over the year(s) she spent with the man named Jonah, Kai eventually got used to her new body, much more fragile body. She was put to work as a potion-stirrer and odd jobs working, often running around to do errands for the pervert while he scams as many people as he can. She has grown accustomed to the ways of the city, and finds enjoyment in taking walks by the waterways and playing with the children who inhabit the sidewalks and alleyways.

Other:
- Has the power to lift at least three wooden crates with one hand.
- Hates to get dirty.
- Cannot read.
- Cannot swim.
- Owner: Jonah

Retaking Jump City

Violet took no time climbing up the arm of the robot, and once she was safely aboard and Rumble was done insulting the blue alien who literally out-sized him by many feet they bolted off down the street. She held on tightly with one hand while the other made sure that the pizza didn't fly off. Rumble's mech was fast, definitely faster than her, but glancing behind she felt her draw drop at the sight of the alien hot on their trail. He was speaking, probably a retort to Rumble's insult, but Vi was too focused on the fact that this guy was nearly on top of them already. She glanced about, hoping to find some solution, and then finally settled her sights on the black being just passed the alien, who seemed to be mostly focused on beating the blue guy into next week. He was far away though, and the alien was becoming a threat. She glanced back and stared down at her hand, eyes twitching, and then with slow, steady movements she turned her whole body around. Her teeth clamped down gently upon the crust of the pizza, and she slowly rose her now free hand.

'Focus, breath. Calm down, calm. Calm...'

Her eyes closed, and then slowly opened, gleaming a bright lavender. Her risen hand clenched, and then a faint, glittering orb appeared around the fist, slowly growing in size and color the more it remained. Over time, the orb eventually turned into a spike, which was dripping as if it were wet. When Vi was finally pleased with the spike's appearance she pulled her hand back, aimed at the street in front of the alien, and then threw it with all her might. The projectile escaped her grasp and bolted down right in front of Observer, bursting in an explosion of asphalt and taint as it slammed into the street. Violet whooped with excitement for how well controlled the attack had been, fist bumping the air, but her excitement quickly faded when she felt her arm shutter and sizzle. She turned her attention to the taint on her arm, which was shaking and glowing as if it were sentient and angry. She slowly lowered her arm and turned back around, biting her lip as she fought to calm down and cool off the taint on her arm, which honestly felt like it was burning her down to the marrow.

"How much farther?" Violet cried out around the pizza in her teeth, glancing down at Rumble with curious, frantic eyes.

Retaking Jump City

Will have a post up soon since im not stuck in the pizzeria uwu

The Oddball Apartments

Finished Cody's and Lucy's RSs, which are located on their CSs. sssss

Retaking Jump City

No more doodles till I can get some other crappy camera to take photos with
In other news, you guys are posting pretty slowly today
not complaining, just sayings it a sudden change of pace o:

The Oddball Apartments

Erin Keller
Mornings were awful.

Afternoons were nauseating.

Evenings were perfect.

At least, until they ended. Erin, who was probably well-known around the apartments for being an insomniac and a night owl, spent most of her nights out on the town. She found mysteries in darkened back alleys, and life in twenty-four hour stores, and her imagination and anxiety-filled mind was at ease when she could see the lights on the streets and the lack of eyes on her past. But now, the night was fading, turning from black to white as the sun claimed the moon's sky and cast light across the land which Erin had been watching from a tree-covered hill in the park. Joggers and dog-walkers were awakening, and she could only sit and wait on the wooden bench, huffing on a packet of cigarettes as she glanced around for the perfect time to move on back home. Time passed though, and she had yet to move as her mind felt dry from the lack of sleep and proper food, and it was only until she felt... it on her body that she leaped up and limped home.

It was, of course, eyes. Curious eyes, scared eyes, pitiful eyes, disgusted eyes. People who were never taught not to stare, who found her deformities both amazing and gross. People, Erin hated people, more than she hated herself, and with that thought in mind she put all her might into rushing home, where other freaks and people who minded their business lay. She would have been able to make it back to Blackwing before the mid-day sun claimed the cool morning air, if not for the sudden hand on her shoulder. A rough, unfamiliar hand,

"Miss...?" A gruff, unfamiliar voice. Erin felt her throat close with fear, head slowly turning as she was met with the bearded-face of a male, who was holding on loosely to a few scraps of paper. Writings that had been inspired by the lovely night, she must have left them on the bench... "You dropped this." He held out the papers slowly, eyes focused on her crutch, and Erin felt her jaw clench as she attempted to nod and reach for them with her free hand, but all at once she whimpered and swung, pushing the man back with enough force to knock him over,

"Don't touch me!" Her voice was shrill, threatening, "just throw them out, leave me alone!" And with adrenaline-fueled speed she bolted out of the conversation, limping as fast as she could manage until she was finally out of the park and back in the streets. Her lungs clenched and she breathed out heavy, painful sighs, but did not stop to relax, instead power-crutching down the sidewalk, retracing her steps from last night. Erin had traveled a long, long way by mistake, the obvious euphoria in her brain last night had failed to realize how far her leg could take her, so the walk home would be a rather hated one. So now, with the ever present fear of the man she pushed away following her, she pushed her body to the limit in an attempt to rush home and perhaps get some rest.

By the time she made it to the gates of the apartment it was noon and sweltering. The sun's ray were furious for some reason, which of course meant that the day was going to be uncomfortably warm. Well, at least she could spend it in the comfortable, air conditioned room she called home. Some of the other tenants seemed to be up and about already, as Erin caught sight of the familiar, fashionable back of Daniel and the owner, Jin. Not wanting to have another unwanted conversation she slunk through the gate slowly and stuck to the left of the stone path that led to the entrance, freezing as she watched Daniel enter the front doors.

'Wait for a moment, then enter. Good plan, good pla-'

Her mental monologue was cut short by something hard hitting her head. She balanced it on her head for a moment, then let it clatter to the earth without a word, taking note of the slender shape and metallic shine as it fell. In the end, Erin came to the conclusion that it was a spoon. How odd, spoons don't normally fall from the sky. She slowly lowered herself down and picked it up, glancing about to see if it had been thrown before turning her eye upwards. A balcony was straight above her, and she deduced that it was probably room 2B's... Meaning...

"Uh..." She backed up slowly until she could see the boy on the balcony, and after assessing the situation she decided it was safe for her to speak to the other recluse. Still... She wasn't a big fan of the brunet, and it was obvious that he didn't like her much either. After another moment of thought she held up the spoon with her freehand, loudly shouting:

"Hey, fucktard! You drop this?"

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Cody Mensah and Lucy Coure
The apartment of Mensah-Coure was as silent as can be, which was to be expected, seeing Cody had left for work early on in the morning and Lucy was still sound asleep. However, as the sun began to rise and shine light down upon the earth, it also glowed ruthlessly into the windows of the apartment, and just the light alone was enough to wake the small child. She rose without elegance, her brown hair sticking out every which way with tangles and cowlicks. The room around her glowed with mid-day light, and she took a moment to rub her eyes and rid herself of grogginess before fully getting up. Even then, though, she wasn't fully awake. Her small body moved as if zombified, reaching aimlessly toward the doors of her closet while her feet continued to get tangled in clothing and toys. She eventually managed to pull out a suitable outfit and change, awakening more and more with each jerking movement until she was finally able to raise her arms and let out a loud, excited yell:

"Cody!"

Though, as soon as she received no response, her arms lowered and she shrugged, jumping over her messy floor and out of the room. Lucy was a smart girl, she was aware that adults had to work and that Cody was in fact an adult despite always playing with cards and stones and other weird toys. She was also aware that Cody wouldn't leave her without leaving some food behind, and with that thought in mind she wandered passed the creepy living room into the kitchen. Instantly, her eyes landed on a plastic-wrapped plate of bacon and pancakes, and with quick movements she unwrapped it, threw it in the microwave, and began to set the coffee table for herself, putting down napkins, a fork and knife, and finally a glass of milk. By the time she was finished the microwave was beeping, and once again she moved quickly and finally placed the plate with the rest of her set up. She then took a seat on the couch and flipped on the TV, smiling as she cut into her caretaker's amazing breakfast.

Meanwhile, Cody was busy being a chef. Yes, stir those eggs, fry that pork, cut those onions. Go, you chef, go do chef-y things. Your shift is eight to two today you'll probably be in the next post.

Retaking Jump City

crappy camera crappy art

Im having serious artblock rn, so if y'all want me to doodle ur characters crying or doing some sort of action pose then just ask. itll help unblock me ((:

Retaking Jump City

Oooh I see some art, maybe I'll draw a few doodles. ((((: