Fallenreaper

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Damn, if I knew my asking for clarification would cause argument I wouldn't have said anything. I trust the GMs' judgement, that's all I'll say.

@Robeatics

Don't worry Robeats, it was likely coming one way or another because you're not the only one that can't understand it.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Fallenreaper I'm at home. You know- with the foster kids and all. And the job hunting and such. I haven't had time to sleep, much less participate in much of anything. Should be easier once school starts and people get off my ass.

@EnterTheHero

*hugs* Alright, I was getting worried hun.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@EnterTheHero: dude, where are ya?

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Dervish: Alright, I'll look in tomorrow and add to it.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Zombiedude101: Seems like you're not done there hun. Also, @Dervish where are you?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

_{Location: NYC, Grand Tier Restaurant
Time of Day: Evening (Some time before 6 pm)}

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The Grand Tier Restaurant.

A crowning and elegant jewel within New York City, located within the Metropolitan Opera House. The place was filled with activity while guests mingled and cheerfully put on airs to hide their dirty seasonal dealings, their figures casted in an almost halo like lighting made to create a warm and fanciful scene about them. The red carpet drifted across the whole of the room, covered by numerous place setting filled tables, until it reached the pure cream walls with dark mahogany trim. The main feature was no doubt the winding and overlapping staircase at the very center, leading from the entrance to the room hosting the event. It seemed to hold little distinction from any other black tie charity dinner.

This place was where the rich and popular came to coalesce within a single atmosphere. However, not everyone wanted to be there. Benjamin Reeves, the New York District Attorney’s son, would rather have his teeth pulled out one by one than be within a mile of the place. Unfortunately, thanks to his step-mother’s meddling, Daniel had made it very clear it wasn’t Benjamin’s choice. It was a bitter situation he was currently in now.

In a sour mood, Benjamin stood to the side of his assigned table. Casually his eyes skirted the rich theme meant to impress and show none of particular interest to begin a conversation with. Not that he expected most parents to take their teenage sons to such dull events, unlike his own. His thumb and forefinger twirled the wine glass stem in boredom then casually took a sip. The water felt refreshing against his parched throat but he had hoped for win, his mind needing something to make the situation he was within better.

Sadly, he was still underage by New York City law and forbidden anything stronger than non alcoholic drinks outside his own home. His feet started to bounce from the front to the heel, rocking back and forth a little bit. Benjamin listened to the jazz themed ambience of piano playing slowly in the background. It was the only thing he truly liked about this charity dinner as the piano player’s fingers danced along the keys with nearly flawless precision and heart. He gradually closed his eyes for a moment to let the music absorb his attention. The instrument’s notes seemed to glide across his very soul where it pulled and tug the strings, forcing his emotions to feel what the song wanted. Liveliness, calm and positive energy glided through his very core causing a faint smile to flicker to his lips.

It was a grand manipulation and escape to become lost in the music. It was a pity the experience was short lived when the weight of a hand rested upon his shoulder. Benjamin inhaled sharply and his gunsmoke hazel eyes snapped open, his head turned to face the man interrupting his peace. Daniel Reeves. A man who was biologically related but felt more like a stranger than blood to him, his vision picking out the identical traits connecting them on impulse every time.

They both were caucasian males, their hair dark blonde and curly despite them being styled in different ways. From Daniel’s facial features there was too many similarities for Benjamin to name until his attention came to rest upon the man’s eyes, the first difference striking Benjamin immediately. They were still the exact same color, but instead of irritation filling the very core, there was an air of arrogance and warning. The two sensations intertwined along Benjamin’s spine causing his mental hackles to rise and then gradually forced him to smooth them out. It wasn’t an easy task and one he loathed highly each time he was backed into a corner. On the outside, the boy barely flinched or displayed his reaction when he twisted in place. His arm reached back behind him to set his wineglass down upon the red cloth.

Daniel’s hand gently nudged Benjamin, the boy allowing it begrudgingly, toward the man patiently waiting nearby. Like many of Daniel’s associates, the teenage could easily tell the man was wealthy, serious and important enough that pretending to be a happy and perfect family was necessary for a hassle free future. He towering over both himself and Daniel, the boy guessed no taller than six foot five inches at highest. His skin dark and bald head shined from the room’s bright chandeliers which light chased nearly every shadow within the room away. They all had fled to the reflections in the towering glass windows overlooking the New York scene.

Upon nearing the man, he reached out a thick, mit like hand for Benjamin to shake. Immediately Daniel’s hand on his shoulder tightened in warning causing Benjamin to extend his own and quickly jerk a few times in a proper greeting. He retracted his hand shortly back to his side when the man started to speak. His voice was rich and gravelly, like he had pebbles in his throat each time he spoke.

“Hello Benjamin, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Billy Connors and a friend of your father’s,” the man began, his beady eyes seemed to size Benjamin up like a shark did a small fish, “Danny, he looks nearly identically to you I must say. It’s rather easy to see you raised him right.”

“Of course. I take good care of my boy here because he’s all I got.” Daniel lied through his teeth, continuing. “Benjamin, this is Billy Connors. He’s one of Gene Co's board members and a high school friend of mine.”

It took all of Benjamin’s will not to scoff at the word ‘raised’ when he corrected the man’s line of thinking.

“I like to think my mother was owed that pleasure, before she passed. My father,” He nearly choked on the word drawn from his mouth, “was busy ensuring we had a roof over our heads a little bit more.”

He was careful to keep the venom from his voice over being forced to state the blood tie they shared. The boy’s teeth grinded silently across his perfect dental work as Daniel’s fingers tense then released, falling back to the man’s side. The area where Daniel had latched on still crawled from the touch. He hated sensation it left as Benjamin rolled his shoulder, his face scrunched up and pulled a bit away from the man he wished he wasn’t related to. Concern crossed over Connor’s face, his expression a mixture of confusion and worry when he spoke. “Hurt yourself there, Ben?”

Benjamin fliched at the nickname but he didn’t say why. His arm raised to allow him to rub his shoulder joint and continue his bogus claim. Pausing to answer Daniel’s friend’s question, he smiled a falsely to hide his lie. “Yeah. I actually strained something while weight lifting this morning. Will you two excuse me, please?”

“Of course. It was nice meeting you.”

“Thank you.” Benjamin stated, not returning the gesture since he didn’t really feel the same. If anything, the man gave him the shivers and left him itching to get out of there quickly.

His polished leather shoes clipped along the carpet on his way to the restroom, moving past the spiraling stairway and moving bodies passing him by. His discomfort was gradually dissipating the farther he escaped, his figure turning a corner where he halted abruptly. He exhaled a breath of relief while leaning against the wall. It wouldn’t be long before his step-mother would be looking for him, his father having made use of him and could care less now, but she wouldn't be happy until he played the role of loving son to its fullest. At that point, he merely enjoyed the peace he had.

Over

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Experimental Team
&
Ante Mortem
Xx---------------------------xX

Once the Asylums had become comfortable with their surroundings, the questions finally began to rise as the implications of what Angel had said were fully realized. The reality that was before and the reality that is now has profoundly redesigned. No longer are the Asylums mere tools of observations, the roles being shifted, now they will have to be Sherlock as well as Jack the Ripper. Each Asylum present in the void had been made aware of two factors, the first a Bloodline had been massacred and the second a Bloodline will need to pay the debt in blood and the Asylums are the collectors.


"So, um, what exactly are we supposed to do in there? Y'know, now that there's been another mass murder... are we supposed to just act casual?"

The Lost Number couldn't help but be amused at the casual nature of the unlinked girl and the fact, she managed to ponder over their next move as opposed to mulling over the tragedy. However yet another phenomenon appeared to interest the Silver Reaper even more, their surroundings appeared to gently quake as if a disturbance rippling across this make shift world. It didn't take long for the man to trace the culprit, none other than Cade whose state of mental distress was causing slight tremors.

"This is unexpected," Angel thought as his gaze turned to face a physically shaken Cade. "I didn't feel the need to mention that under certain situations the void can be influenced. Mainly due to the fact that it requires intense emotions to cause ripples, he is still too human." Angel mused, his trail of thought finally breaking when the Asylum decided to reply to Audrey's question.

“We become Judge, Jury and Executioners then hope we get the correct culprits. Then we wipe out the whole family… if we chose wrong, we could kill a whole Bloodline and the murderers walk free.”

"Let me address the question of Lottery first," the Lost Number spoke as his fingers pointed towards Audrey, whose name he had misinterpreted, a recurring habit of Angel. "This entire is being kept under the radar, I am assuming the Bloodlines are already aware of what has transpired but the knowledge would be restricted to the immediate family members, such as the Patriarchs and their heirs." As he spoke, the reaper appeared to causally tap the frame of his spectacles creating a melodious 'tapping' sound.

Capitalizing on her partner's dramatic pause, Rena decided to force herself into the lime light once again. "It is a game of pretend!" She chirped as the Chrono Asylum frolicked towards the Unlinked. "We pretend to not know in front of others, we dance and we eat and we have fun!" She continued to prance and twirl until the end of her sentence, upon reaching Audrey her expression and tone suddenly changed. Her brows narrowed as she pretended to look malicious and threatening while faking an adorably sinister accent. "Then when the meeting of the Crest begins, we show no mercy huhuhu!"

"Was that a Dracula accent?" Angel replied with a raised eye brow, his partner's antics derailing him from the topic. "As the little one says, we will feign ignorance and only reveal our knowledge to the Patriarchs in order to ascertain the truth." With Audrey's question cleared Angel finally turned his attention to the sheep of this group, a malicious smirk spreading across his face.

"You have brought up a very valid conundrum," the Lost Number praised the boy albeit in a nefarious tone. "If this was a mere assassination mission, it would have been simple genocide and that is relatively easy to do. The problem is that this is a political matter, we need to kill the [b]right[b] Bloodline." As Angel spoke he appeared to stress at 'right' in order to indirectly let the others know that there will be blood.

"Murder is murder, no matter how you phrase it. It doesn't mean if you're killing one person or everyone..." Cade said softly but never raised his head. He was trying to make himself stop shaking and his fingers dug into his arms, squeezing tighter. His eyes stared into the dark colored and pattern floor while sinking deeper into the seat of his chair.

Samad mentally cursed his partner's arrogance. Cade was playing with fire and about to burn them both, the Iranain's gaze carefully watching Angel.

The older achemist immediately went into defensive mode. His figure stepped visibly in front of Cade and become a wall of flesh, his eyes looked up and down the 'wolf' about to prey on his partner's misery. His jawline subtly tightened in reaction to his instincts crying for self preservation. The Asylum rested his hand over his Cade's shoulder, still unable to reach his partner through the more common means of communication, then gradually applied pressure.

For humans, it was usually a reassuring gesture but not how. It was a warning and the pressure increased the longer that Cade refused to keep his trap shut.

"However you haven't brought up this matter due to it's politically fragile nature, have you?" Angel crowed, his silver spectacles gleaming over his arrogant smirk. "You are an Asylum, you are no stranger to murder and yet you hesitate. You are afraid of something?" As the Silver Reaper spoke he slowly inched his face closer towards the direction of Cade.

"Just because AMRO wants us to be hollow, doesn't mean I intend to allow it." Cade's eyes snappd up and looked into Angel. Surprisingly, there was a hardness and hatred within him that shouldn't have been there. Fed by his desire to resist the change, Samad took this moment in Cade's distraction to tighten his grip almost painfully causing his partner to hiss in reaction and silencing him.

Samad replied in a controlled and calm tone to Angel. "I think we're getting derailed from our mission objective. Rather than provoke my partner, as ill suited as he is, it might be better to allow us to get to work."

"The shinning knight, galloping to his partner's aid." Angel replied, clearly disappointed at being interuppted. "You are yet another oddity, a survivor of a shattered link. To top it off you even managed to be linked again. You know it is said the merging of links is not just two minds being connected, it is the bonding of two souls. And yet you haven't fully accepted your new partner have you? You fear his naiveity and his desire to cling to that humanity may just undo you both." Unlike with Cade, Angel's tone showed no signs of provocation, his tone was cold and uncaring. "Attachment is a dangerous thing in this world of ours, you need to protect those you care for and for that you need to be strong enough to do so or not bother entering in such a situation and watch it burn later."

Samad stiffen at the mention of his broken link, his eyes widen briefly in surprise at how the Lost Number knew and pushed it to the side. Curiosity was a dangerous thing in this delicate situation and Cade already had gotten them into enough trouble, much to Samad's bitterness. The older Asylum waited until Angel was finished with words that sting much harder than they should've. However, Cade was far too human and the last statement caused him to try to rise upright. Realizing what his partner was about to do, Samad's alchemy kicked in and he quickly slowed the younger man's speed in his action.

Samad turned about then used his arm to bar Cade from rushing forward. The doctor was easily stopped in his tracks as his partner wrapped his arm about then shoved him toward the nearest door, his words hissed in Cade's ear. "Stop it... Stop it now!"

For a few more moments, Cade's eyes glared at Angel. His lips pressed and seeming ready to kill the Lost Number, though he likely would end up nothing more than red smear on the library's wall, before jerking out of Samad's grasp then shifting toward the indicated exit. Samad waited to follow when his head turned back to Angel. "You're right... I don't want to accept him. However, that choice isn't mine. It's AMRO's. Personally, I think he should've died during his crash course..."

With those words left to linger on the air, Samad turned to follow Cade's already retreating figure as far away as possible.

Angel couldn't help but be amused at Samad's brutal honesty, the man protrayed himself as a cruel partner and yet under the surface, was clearly sympathetic to Cade's nature. Humanity is a trait that often leads to an Asylums death and as such the majority abandon it and while there is a fraction that cling to it, they do so at a cost. Within A.M.R.O being humane wins you no praise, you merely watch your ideals crumble as despair eats at your heart. Before the Lost Number could continue musing over these matters, the realization of the two Asylums leaving the void, quite rudely broke his trail of thought.

"I wouldn't do th- ....oh they left," the silver spectacled Asylum sighed as his gaze trailed about the room as if waiting for something to transpire and the settling on Audrey and the others. "The doors around this makeshift area define my domain, what is within it I can control. The void is immense, unquantifiably so and so you can imagine what would happen if you get lost within it. A minute within the void would translate to decades of inexcapable solitutde. Luckily, the door those two walked out, does not lead outside." The devious reaper couldn't help but scoff at Samad and Cade's efforts as his head tilted towards the roof, his gaze meeting that of the two Asylums who had just entered through another door. The only difference, Samad and Cade were standing upside down, their feets touched the roof and they walked as if unhindered by the laws of physics.

The two seemed to been fighting, their conflict distracting them for several moments to stop them from realizing where they were.The roof was fairly high but parts of their conversation could easily be heard thanks to the echoing of the room. Samad quickly walked to catch up with Cade, his hand reached out to grip the blonds' shoulder causing Cade to jerk away.

"Get away from me."

Samad inhaled, his eyes narrowed on his partner. His figured stopped as he crossed over his arms and glared, his voice growing in volume over the reaction. "And you're being an idiot!"

"What do you care? I know you rather I wasn't here. Why do you give a damn how I go out?"

"Because it affects me. I'm alive and I intend to keep it that way for a while longer. Just because you're unable to handle the truth."

"I wonder if they have noticed..." Rena chirped as she waved to the two Asylums above her.

Upon hearing Rena, both men looked 'upwards' only to realize they were actually looking down at the rest. Cade immediately felt weak kneed at the sight then started to crumbled. Samad, less fazed, quickly rushed to the crumbling doctor and kept him upright. Samad didn't say anything but it was clear he wasn't pleased with the situation when he looked at Angel and silently blamed him for this.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Dervish@Zombiedude101: Alright, starting on round two. I figured a bit back and forth, then move on. We also might want to mention the rain pounding on the ship's outside so we can time this scene with the other stuff.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: Benjamin Ethan Reeves
Alias: These are usually given by others.
School: Spoiled Rich Brat, Ben
While in werewolf form: Mutt, Huge Ass Dog, Stray, and a few other choices and lame namesakes thanks to the ignorant
people of New York’s lesser educated.
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Chocolate
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Secret
Character Personality:

Benjamin’s personality is what someone would call a true Aries as he displays both the bad and good qualities that make up the zodiac sign. If anyone was a literal definition of the sign, it would be him.

To those he’s attached and chosen to become friends with, they will see his generous and enthusiastic nature. His optimism in a negative situation or setback is often shining bright even if it's not in the expected or chipper tone most people use. In addition to this, he’s got an independent streak when it comes to getting things done and when he wants to, finding excitement in seeing the completing of goals rather than meeting the end results. This often leaves him jumping from one project to another due to his impulsive nature, especially if the task shows little to no progress when it comes to feeding his satisfaction. It’s during that sensation that he’s most likely to drop it complete unless someone can redirect his attention and spark interest again.

When he is forced into a situation where he feels trapped or stuck, Ben becomes moody and short-tempered. His attitude often venting out on whoever, and sometimes whatever, is nearby. If it is built up longer enough, he has a habit of becoming violent on instinctive causing him to lash out should someone attempt to comfort him with touch. Often his words in these moments aren’t clearly thought out or the consequences considered, creating guilt and regret when Ben recalls these moments and especially when he’s reminded of them. Only his few true friends can understand and look pass these eruptive moments to stick him by.

Underneath the hard earned image he has chiseled out for himself, lays a heart that holds great courage. This bravery also feeds his impulsive nature and passion in what he does. That one trait can hurt him because he easily can become derailed from his goal or aid him in spur of the moment decisions, usually helping him to get over unexpected road bumps coming his way. His passion carries him through challenges to get things done, usually with the aim of completing them quickly as possible.

As mentioned before, he does have a generous nature. However, it can and most the time does include himself when it comes to the thought. It’s an ingrain habit that he usually thinks about his friend’s influences on him, his happiness and in what ways. When a problem arises connected to them in any form, he’ll usually push to confront them or make his attempt to solve the issue behind their back. Either way, he doesn’t come off well and it often ends up in an aggressive and moody fight, one that will test or break his friendships.

Uniform/costume:

Hider

_{Special thanks to both Vatrou for the birthday commission and for Splatpixel on doing such a wonderful job on him.}

The bad thing about being a werewolf is when he shifts. It tends to shred everything. That makes it pretty much impossible to wear any attire when Benjamin goes completely wolf as the thing ends up becoming nothing more than rags at the end of the day. Nothing he has tried has shown to be able to conform and meld with his physical shape, not even the fashion retardness of spandex.

So, he has decided it was just better to go all wolf and use that to hide his identity. Most people would assume he was stray canine if they ever saw him, despite his much larger size when hunched down on all fours.

When fully wolfed out, Benjamin's height grows to about 6’2” giving him a looming appearance against the average man. His natural fur is a tarnish blonde with a white underbelly, under jaw, chest, and lower limbs. For most people, when he’s hunched down on all four, he looks like a rather large dog. He reaches about the waist of the average man in this position.

Like many newly turned werewolves, his eyes are an almost electrical blue and in the following months will edge to a golden yellow. Black outlines his wolfen eyes and give off an almost human sensation to them. His hand are a cross between human and wolf, there being four finger digits and one thumb with thick pads on the inside hand. There’s two sets along the finger digits, one on the thumb tip and about three on the main hand.

Origin Info/Details:

Profile/Bio

Race: Caucasian
Sex: Male
Age: 16
HT: 5’6”
WT: 159 lbs.
EY: Gunsmoke Hazel
HR: Dirty Blonde, short and wavy.
SK: White
Ethnicity: None
Vision: 20/20
DoB: Mar 31 (Aries)

Birth Order: Single child

Bio

Benjamin, or Ben as he’s often called by his peers, is the iconic rich boy. The boy with money, good looks and almost everything any teenager could ever want. When the public, from the media to his school mates, look at him they see a kid that never had to work a hard day in his life to earn what he wanted or felt the sense of failure gripping his soul. For the most part, they would be right. He is spoiled and has high tastes in quality and expectations, through he has known loss unlike those whose lives were completely and utterly perfect.

Being the single child of the New York District Attorney and an art director for the NYC museum for fine arts, Ben grew up in Bayside, Queens all his privileged life and goes to the private academy called McArthur Academy for Higher Education. There he was the popular kid that everyone seemed to want to be. The boy without a care or worry, ready to take risks to get what he wanted as he saw the thrill of the chase being the best part. Through this was the outside mask he often displayed to the outside world. If they would peel back the layers of his family dynamic and see the truth: the grass was rarely greener on the other side.

It was a cold, December day when the wreck happened changing his life from its near perfection to a tragic roller coaster of emotion. His grandparents on his mother’s side had come to New York to spend the holidays and to see his first piano recital, his mother driving them all -save for his father- to the school. It was terrible weather where icy winds whipped through the towering buildings and hurt visibility for most drivers. A drunk man at the wheel of a semi-truck collided head on and crushed their little car, the truck’s front literally parked on the hood where most the occupants were killed instantly. Rosalie, his mother, was the only survivor.

She was his foundation. Being the primary parent in his life, Ben was at lost for words upon seeing his mother in a death like coma shortly after the accident. So lost in his own pain, he barely recalled the press trying to push in for snapshots of him sitting, depressed and holding her lifeless hand. Or the fact his father’s hand rested on his shoulder during it. Their image was placed on the newscast for weeks that followed, the tragic story about her grief stricken husband running for the DA office and loving son Benjamin Reeves. It was a nightmare for the boy while he tolerated the interviews, lurking media and worse.

It was a month later when they finally ceased. On the second month, Daniel Reeves decided it was time to let his wife move on to greener pastures. He ordered the treatment on his wife stopped and the tubes taken out. The doctors recorded her death three hours later when they rolled her to the morgue, storing her for the funeral a week later. It was a mournful moment for Ben as he was never be allowed to say good bye, denied by his own father, still a stranger claiming to be a parent on legal paper, since he was away at school trying to learn how to move on. Any respect he held for his father was gone that day.

Barely a year passed before he watched his mother become replaced by some whorish slut named Lorrie Hart, a woman about a decade younger than his father.

At first, things were fine since his father allowed Ben his independent streak and enabled them to avoid each other most the time. In the spotlight, they had the ideal father-son relationship. What the media wouldn’t pay to discover it was all an act he often mused.

It was about two years and a month when his father finally become engaged to the Ms. Hart, though Ben suspected it was to gain a bigger political vote for his future position into the Mayor’s office. Not that it would surprise him. The moment the woman came into his father’s household, things rapidly changed. At first, her methods were subtle. She wanted to be his friend and get to know him better, his father rarely mentioned the boy to her, as she sought to be get cozy. It rubbed him wrong causing his moodiness and aggression to butt heads with her.

A week passed and she was already working on manipulating his father. His mother’s presence, her things and little trinkets that gave him comfort, were starting to be removed from the house. When she caught him trying to move his mother’s old jewelry box down into his room, Lorrie confronted him. Since then she’s stalked his movements, began to take away his freedom and gradually had him moved down into the basement where he often found she locked him in there at night.

He hasn’t any idea what she’s planning but he’s got a bad feeling about it.

Hero Type (Select one): Supernatural- American Werewolf subspecies.

Power Level (Select one below): Street/City Level

Powers (Be Specific):
Being a werewolf, Ben has two modes he can flip from at will when he learns how to. When he is completely human, he looks like a normal teenage with limited healing rate and enhanced senses. The anthro mode is described in the costume section while his human form is in the Original Details/Origins section.

Enhanced Senses

In human mode, Benjamin’s senses are the only thing that is above normal. These are the primary sense used most but not the only ones enhanced.

~Sight: Ben’s eyesight is unique mixture of human and wolf qualities, giving him the perks of both and covering each other’s weakness. From the wolf side of sight, he has have excellent day and night vision and far sharper than a human’s, enhanced by hyper sensitive to motion within the range. The distance range limit is about 1000 feet, slightly shorter than a human but his other senses quickly make up for that weakness.

~Hearing: Because Ben is a werewolf, he can hear between 25 khz to up at least 80 khz and within 6 to 10 miles depending on the geography lay out. The more crowded by objects like a city then the less miles he gains. However, due to his sensitive ears, the higher pitches like a dog whistle will distract and hurt his ears usually crippling him until the source is stop.

~Scent: Ben’s sense of scent is extremely strong compared to a human and even most canines, detailing information about an individual’s condition, their past whereabouts, gender and other needed to know information. About a hundred times stronger, in favorable conditions he can sniff out his prey about 1.75 miles from his location and stalk it a fair distance.

As the IC goes on, Ben will develop the ability to sniff out magical items, places, etc but his range doesn't change. The more powerful the effect, though he doesn't have complete details, the higher the hairs on his hunches will raise in alarm and his instincts will be wary. Ben can't stop magic, like traps, from going off but he can (when he builds it up) use it to avoid them completely.

Regeneration

Human
His healing rate is about double of his original healing, enabling him to heal in half the time it would take normal humans. However, he is unable to regenerate limbs, survive impact into the brain or any usually fatal hits.

Wolf
When in wolf form, his healing factor is about 3-4 times higher than a normal, healthy human. This enables him to take a beating that would cripple most living or kill normal beings, his body still able to move and keep fighting until his last breath. Greater the wound, the more time it takes to heal it.

• regenerate broken bones (heavy wounds)- days
• regenerate torn/severed muscles (medium wounds)- hours
• regenerate flesh wound (light wounds)-minutes/moments

Telepathy

When in wolf form, Ben has the ability to communicate to others with his mind and merely by looking at them. As long as he retains eye contact and focus on the individual he can project emotions, images (usually chaotic), and sensation of another’s presence inside the mind of the target with ease. Unless one is a wolf or is comfortable with him, they will often find this uncomfortable since the projected throughs aren’t exactly words or their own emotions. When eye contact is broken so is the link, the sensation of the telepathy fading almost instantly.

Fangs and Claws

All big, bad wolves have teeth and Ben is no exception. Unlike the traditional werewolves who have long, feline like claws made for cutting and slicing, his hand and feet paws are made more to act like track shoes giving him excellent ability to turn nearly on a dime without falling on his furry ass. When his teeth break, they can regrow much like a shark can replace his and within a short period in a fight.

Ben also has extreme pressure behind his jaws making it difficult rip him off should you let him get a grip. It’s almost supernatural in some ways when coupled with his regeneration ability it would be a challenge in getting him off.

Skills Learned
Computer Software/Hacking (adept)
Hot wiring vehicles (novice)
Parkour (novice in human form)
Lying (highly skilled)
Dirt bike/stunt ability (highly skilled)
Piano (highly skilled but rusty)

Attributes (Select one at each category):
All these are while Ben is in wolf form.

Strength Level:Without stress he can lift up to 5 tons, but pushed to the limit he can lift up to 10 though he risks snapping something.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level:

• With training speed Ben’s is about 5x faster than humans, making time slow slightly and enables quicker acknowledgement to the threats. However being able to dodge or count them is another matter. Presently, since he's untrained, his reaction is only 2x faster.
• When it comes to his speed, in a trot he can reach up to 5 mph and causally cover wide areas of ground in a single day without rest. When in a flat out run he can reach up to 25 mph, with a few bursts of 45 mph for 1-2 minutes, before he nears exhaustion and risk collapsing.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:

• In a steady, easily going trot Ben can cover miles in a day’s time before he needs to rest.
• During non-stop and stressful activity, his endurance lasts about 3-4 hours without any sort of break or rest. However afterwards he will collapse from complete exhaustion and feel ravenous, reverting back to human. When full out pushing, he would last up to 2 hours.

Agility: 2x that of a normal human, usually when in a flat out run such as rushing over objects like trash cans, buildings, etc or people.
Intelligence: Smart for his age, but not a genius level individual. Underestimate him at your own peril.
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources:
Small

Being a kid, he’s got his own things from high tech computer to his own car (BMW 5 Series). However he doesn’t have a source of income other than what his father allows within a bank account on a weekly basis. Meaning while he has a lot of cash to burn, there’s still a limit and if he’s not careful his funds could dry up quickly forcing him to ask his father for more. A matter he rather avoid.

Weaknesses:

Being a breed of werewolf, there are ways to counter this ability. It also works in his both forms but in different ways, his human form being the most vulnerable to the substances. Strangely enough, Ben is unable to detect them with his sense of smell and it could be related to it being his breed’s weakness toward it.

• Silver: Most werewolves are allergic to silver, through fortunately for Ben’s breed isn’t not fatal on instant contact and would take large amounts to become it.
  In his human form it causes severe allergic reactions such as swelling on the location where the metal comes into contact. If injected/ingested, it could cause his throat to swell shut and breathing to be impossible unless an adrenaline is injected into his system boosting his immunity which will open his airways.
  
  In his wolf form, this can easily paralyze and slow Ben’s healing rate, but the purity of the metal determines the healing power and time it lasts. The more pure the silver is, the longer the effects last and sooner it takes effect. Pure silver can take effect within at least a minute depending on Ben’s condition.
  
  For any reason, should pure, liquified silver get into his blood system (digestion or something) when a wolf then it will paralyze Ben up to a day. Large amounts will kill him, such as a quarter of a pint or more, unless it’s purged from his system quickly and in about 3-4 hours.
• Wolfsbane- herb: A weak smelling herb that is a strong and slow poison. It’s believed to be so lethal to a werewolf that a tablespoon worth sprinkled inside a bullet and shot into the target will kill even an alpha in half a day’s time. Any smaller amount will only cripple the wolf for several days, making them helpless and feeling like they wish they were dead. It can be cured through magical/unnatural means or even when a werewolf is laid out under a full moon, allowed to undergo extreme transformation thanks to the moon’s radiation.
• Full Moon- Every American werewolf must answer the call of the moon as its radiation fills them with an immerse and sudden surge of energy, their bodies unable to contain their wolf forms while underneath its pale light. New wolves have the hardest time since their animalistic side is most frenzied and frighten during this time so many newly made wolves depend on their pack mates to keep them from injuring themselves during this period. After a few moons (6 moons), the eyes turn a yellow declaring them an adult.
  
  It’s unknown why, but when someone is bitten beneath a full moon they have a percent of becoming werewolf depending on the species of werewolf.
• New Werewolf Syndrome (NWS): When a human is turned into a werewolf, they develop something called new werewolf syndrome which happens with all newly turned. Changes are unpredictable as they aren't just affected by the moon and decision, but emotion as well. This factor is worsened by the fact all newly turned wolves became moody for about six months and will taper off when they reach adulthood.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):

Family (intermediate):

Alive

Daniel Reeves-35……...Father

Job: DA of New York, recently elected.
Relationship Strength: Weak father and son bond, Ben obeys him to the barest degree only because his mother wanted him to respect the man.

Lorrie Hart (Scorpio)-26……...Stepmother to be

Job: Trophy Wife
Relationship Strength: Weak, Ben actually hates her due to her manipulative and controlling behavior.

Deceased

Anthony Reeves-56……...Grandfather
Sophia Reeves(surname: Morris)-59……...Grandmother
Rosalie Reeves (surname Snyder)-32……...Mother

Additional details: Mother was in a coma for about a week, then taken off where she died about five hours later. It was a slim chance she would’ve made it without any permanent brain damage or would’ve been the same before the accident so Benjamin's father believed this was a mercy for his wife’s spirit. However, Benjamin secretly blames himself for her death and has bitterness toward his father for allowing her to be taken off the machines without his knowledge, denying him his last goodbye.

Friends

Benjamin doesn’t have any close friends, their only reasons to associate to him are self gain and manipulation reasons. Usually because their parents are hoping to have an excuse to get close to his father. Little do the ‘click’ he usually hangs around with know, he’s actually using them so he’s not lonely.

Desmond Hargraves - Closest to a best friend, his father is an assistant attorney working with Ben’s dad.
Alyssa Kinser- Roland’s girlfriend and rather prissy sob, her mother owns numbers of shares in companies like Midas Industries and other organizations. Ben hates her guts and the feeling is mutual.
Nathan Giavonna & Bradley Giavonna- The swim team twins and part of his click, through they are more numbskulls than any interesting company.
Emma Gracia- House Keeper.

Major NPCs

Agency Caregiver

First Name: Zachary
Last Name: Memphis
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Speech Color: #fff68f
Identity: To public- unknown, Agency- 0120
Summary:

An aging member of the Agency, Zachary wasn’t too pleased to learn he was assigned to babysit a newborn werewolf and his playmates. However, he also knew bitching wouldn’t get him very far when it came to orders and accepted his new assignment begrudgingly. Most often his dress consists of tailored trousers, waist vest buttoned down from chest to waist, black tie, over jacket and white undershirt. Rarely will he wear simple shirt and pants with a tie, but never jeans despite most of the population donning them. Through his outfit gives him an important allure, there’s a traits that lack refinement. A most noted distinct scent produced by self made cigarettes wafts around him, product from the fact he regularly smokes to feed his nicotine addiction. He grows out his wavy, orange-red hair and keeps it loose where it flows about his shoulders, the dead ends trimmed off to keep a healthy look. The bangs are pulled back behind his ear to prevent it from getting in his brown eyes. A well kept goatee frames his narrow lips which usually has a smoke peering out of it.

He gives an air of laziness and easy going, despite his experience. Few things ever get under skin as he lets things from insults to cocky displays go unanswered when he isn’t interested in picking that particular fight. However, when something or someone threatens to make his assignment difficult, his personality shifts into a more business like demeanour. He seems focused and more aggressive, some would say even dangerous when it comes to completing his given assignment.

History: Classified (TBA later as IC progresses)
Hero Type: Energy/Inventor
Power Level: min- Street (common) … max-City (rare)
Magic/Abilities:

Light Manipulation

Illusions
Casting Time: 2-3 seconds ( 1 to gather surrounding light then 1-2 to apply the manipulation)
Range: 12 meters of an area radius (a complete sphere with himself at the center)
Duration: 30 minutes max per illusion casted, depending on the complexity
Description: Being able to manipulate light has its perks, namely in tricking the eyes of those who are about to witness what they shouldn’t really see or avoiding conflict. He can create numerous things from creatures of nightmares to a normal scene, hiding in plain sight the supernatural world he is swore to protect mankind from. None of his fabricated images are actually solid and so will not affect any other sense than vision on the target it is made to fool, remaining until Zachary actually drops it or the time limit runs out. The more complicated the scene then the less time it would actually last and it’s impossible to spread it beyond the limited 12 meter sphere.

Invisibility
Casting Time: 3-9 seconds ( additional seconds if he’s applying it to up to two other individuals)
Range: Single individual
Duration: 10 minutes per individual outside combat, 1 minute within combat
Description: With the ability to manipulate light, Zachary has learned to shift it where light bends around him and make him invisible to the naked eye. Zachary uses this skill primarily to avoid conflict or sneak into places he shouldn’t tread namely as it could be detected by senses of touch, sound, smell and can’t hide heat signals radiating from his body. When hit, this ability can fail and end before the time is up but the catch is they need to locate him first.

Solar Blasts
Casting Time: 3-6 seconds
Range: up to 12+ meters, with penalty
Duration: 10 seconds-1 minute
Description: Zachary creates a focused solar energy source, able to explode on contact or with a predetermined timer. When predetermined to be on a timer, the glow is low and more like a glow stick than a bright light. The size of the ball determines its explosive impact against a target ranging from a small firecracker (jawbreaker size) to a skyscraper collapsing boom (tennis ball).

Solar Flare
Casting Time: 4 seconds
Range: 10 meters
Duration: 12 seconds
Description: Zachary creates and focuses an intense light in his palm, feeding it as it grows gradually brighter with time. At its release, it is intending to temporarily blind opponents who look within it and for any light sensitive creatures it could very well burn them. The drawback is that the ability needs a recharge period and uses most of his solar reserves, needing time to rebuild. This prevents him from using his Solar Blasts for up to 12 (two posts) seconds during combat.

Attributes:

Strength Level: Normal
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Unknown
Fighting Skill: Trained in multiple martial arts and various ways, through he seems too lazy to use them effectively until his hand is forced.
Fighting Style: Zachary rather avoid conflict but when push comes to shove, his training lies in martial arts such as Kali to Wing Chun. He even knows a bit of Krav Maga.

Resources: Large (Agency)
Weaknesses:

Human

Zachary is squishy no matter how you dice it. He doesn't have super strength, durability or anything beyond the ability to manipulate light. This is the primary reason he doesn't like confrontation since if he takes too much damage, he could be put up for a long time or even die.

No Light, No Go

In order to manipulate light, you obviously need light. Primarily Zachary uses the solar energy his body collects and his surroundings, the prior having a fixed reserved when the latter is scarce. In a place of complete darkness, he is at a disadvantage and if he's not careful can be left helpless when his reserves runs dry. Naturally, unless it's a full moon, night is when he is at his weakest due to the lack of light sources to manipulate.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: Racheli Lorna Desdemona

Alias:
In costume- Nemesis, name suggested by Gabriel
Out of costume- Rach, nick by her friends

Speech Color: indianred

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Nemesis

Rach has been forced to give up her identity due to Gene Co issuing a statewide arrest warrant, allegedly because of property damage and corporation sabotage. Since Gene Co has a pretty clean reputation as far as corporations goes, there’s little evidence to suggest foul dealings or their true intentions without investigating it. So any players (who weren’t involved in Natural Selection Arc) wanting to be made aware of Gene Co’s alternative motivations need to first contact me and we’ll work out the details.

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):

Racheli is an independent and strong individual, mainly in personality. To those who have managed to get by her defenses and befriend her, she's a deeply loyal and a protective friend who will risk life and limb for their safety. Though helping them achieve their goals is another matter altogether because if she doesn't like something, she won't hesitate to let you know in a blunt and often thickly sarcastic way. Rarely does she ever pull punches to spare someone's feelings when it comes to something completely stupid. Most believe she is a short tempered woman, who hates receiving charity. Often she'll reply to those individuals with sour looks and scoffing off the attempts as they are given. Granted when it comes to solid logic she can't argue with, Racheli is known to yield some times but it doesn't mean she's happy about. So expect her sore loser to show.

To strangers and acquaintances, she sometimes comes off as a cold and closed off individual, making becoming friends with others difficult at first. While she will act like a human being and interacts when talked to, you shouldn’t expect to gain any personal information about her situation or thoughts for a while. Trust is difficult to earn though just words.

Just like with many of her habits, she acts first and thinks about the consequences later. This traits worsens when her temper is flared. She never thinks about what comes out of her mouth save that it might end up hurting the one they are targeted at. Once it is all said and done, she sometimes realizes too late she had crossed a line. However, it takes a lot for her to verbally apology because it means her own feelings didn’t really matter in her mind and her views weren’t worth fighting for. Despite her flaws, she does have some positive aspects to her personality besides her protective nature to her friends. Though she tries to hide it, Racheli does have strong sense of what society expects is right and wrong. She can’t stand around and fully ignore someone else’s issues unless her own needs overwhelm that instinct. The more she knows about an individual, the easier it is to get personally involved and that can cause problems for her.

Motivation/Fear

She is driven to never to become like her father, fearing that once she finally takes a life then the desire would become addictive and impossible to stop. Like a drug addict hooked on the strongest drugs. She lacks trust she will never fall that far and is continually on alert, holding back her aggression until it can be released in a better way. Sometimes, if it's bottled up too long, she becomes irritable. It doesn't help she's plagued by nightmares and every time she manages to draw blood, her heart races and cries for more. The high it causes is rather difficult to ignore though she stubbornly refuses to yield to it...

Uniform/costume:

Hider

Introducing it this Season and will likely be in it most of the season. Most of it was designed in the Forge with help from Gabriel based on her insistence on simplicity, and none of that ‘high’ tech bullshit.

The unseen part is black, semi loose fitting pants and combat boots with a steel toe end and bottom to give her kicks some punch. Rach's costume is based and chosen more for function rather than being flashy, attention seeking or intimidating to those who notice her. In fact she rather they forget she encountered them at all as too much news could result in trouble with the wrong people. Primary colors are black and silver gray, the latter from her ability to influence metals and change their properties. Her mask isn't a completely solid metal as it’s made from another source of metal on her body, which thanks to using her metal manipulation can prevent its destruction, removal, or other destruction unless her powers are nulled or affected in some fashion.

Equipment:

Bust

• Head/face: Metal from her necklace which can form into a mask
• Neck: Choke studded necklace, nothing but leather after applying mask, thicker than an inch;
• Shoulders: Black, hooded small jacket with long sleeves;
• Chest: Thin metal sheets, a centimeter in thickness that covers her chest and navel.

Arms

• Upper arms: None
• Forearms: None
• Wrists: R & L- two bike chain bracelets on each wrist.

Lower Half

• Waist/Hips: BR Pocket- bunch of change ranging from pennies to quarters, including a pocket knife.
• Legs: Thin, black pants made from abrasion resistant material made to prevent slices from knives and other bladed weapons.
  
  • Slice,
• Feet: R&L- metal plating on bottom and steel toe boots

Additional notes:
There are metals she’s absorbed within each fiber which allows her to meld it with her abilities but due to the focus required, she can’t do this within combat as she lacks practice and experience in doing it.

Origin Info/Details:
Racheli's Medical and Background

Medical Profile Overview

Race-Caucasian
Sex- female
Age- 28 years
Eye color- Green
Blood type- N/A
Built- Lean and muscular.
Height- 5'9”
Weight- 159 lbs.
Status: 100% saturation complete with the Virus
20% of her ability potential unlocked

Bio

Birthplace- Spring Hill, IN
Residence/Current Location- View Heights Apartment in Lost Haven, Maine
Occupation- Bartender
Father- Michael Garth (arrested and supposedly put to death)
Mother- Jackie Desdemona (deceased, murdered)
Aunt- Ruth Garth (deceased recently)

Past summary:

Born in Spring Hill, IN to a teenage mother by the name of Jackie Desdemona, her father was unknown even among the tightly knit community they lived in during her first few months of her life. Shortly afterwards they moved to Mannis, New York, a suburban area ideal to raise children and provided more opportunities for both of them. Things seemed to have been going well up until Racheli turned two. On her birthday, a mysterious man had came knocking at their door. He was engaging into a heated argument which escalated and resulted in Ms. Desdemona's murder then Rach's abduction. Despite months spent in searching for her, no one could find hair or trace of the daughter.

In a few months all attempts were ceased, turning the murder and kidnapping case into a cold file.

The abductor was her own father, Michael Garth, who raised her over the years, her mind completely and blissfully unaware of his blood stained hands. It was an uneventful period with her father continually traveling from state to state across the USA to avoid the heat created from her mother’s death. In many ways, to the outside, he was seen as the perfect single father doing his best to raise his little girl. However, all those memories would become bitter ashes when she learned the truth deep within the Oregon wilderness.

It was a yearly cabin trip, one they took every season. The building completely isolated save for a single road running straight through the woods about half a day’s trek on foot from their location. One night when she was eight, Rach discovered a woman locked within the basement causing Michael to reveal he had been murdering them here for years. The place designed for the grim task and creating a deep, dark fear of him. Unable to escape, she was quickly forced to joined into the task with a casual warning that she was as guilty as him. It didn’t help it at that point she learned something twisted about herself: She got enjoyment out of inflicting pain and suffering. IT rattled her heavily to realize this while he ushered her into bed, after cleaning her up, then tucked her in with a soft peck on her head.

Driven by her own selfish desires, she and the woman escaped that same night. They were at the back door when Michael had come down the stairs, looking for Rach after finding she was missing from her bed. He grimly stared at them causing them both to bolt into the nearest room, Rach quickly bolting the door and pushing the woman out of the window. His fingers nearly grasped Rach’s heel when she hopped down into the dirt then took off after the hobbling woman into pure darkness.

The woman died due to infection and blood loss hours later, her body buried somewhere in the wilderness alongside several other corpses. During the night, Rach managed to find a ditch to hide in and avoid her father. It was dawn the next morning when she got a trucker’s attention, nearly getting herself ran over in the process, and finally got him to call police thanks to her shirt being covered in dirt, blood and she didn’t want to know what else.

Things turned into a mess afterwards. The body was discovered, the torture room found, and evidence collected through his personal trophies causing a case to be iron clad against him. He was arrested, after fleeing the scene, days later bring some relief to Rach. He was then put for the death penalty weeks later. Meanwhile Racheli was placed into a temporary foster home until a relative, her grandmother, could retrieve her. Once again she was moved over state lines into Maine where she would stay for yet more years. The adjustment wasn’t easy.

In her teenage years, Racheli grew up in the suburban area in a small town just on the outer limits. Due to the media over her father, she had gotten a rough reputation and most parents had their child avoid contact with her out of fear. It didn’t help she came off distance, aggressive and worst thanks to her personal problems. At thirteen she and a couple of kids broke into the local gym, but she was the only one caught.

The police asked if the gym owner wanted to press charges, her mouth shut while she refused to rat out those with her, which he didn’t. Instead he shook his head and she received an ultimatum. Either work in the gym to pay off the damages or go to jail. It was a losing battle so she chose the option to work off the damages and still not be forced to rat anyone out. Being around the gym while the boxers trained sparked her interest in the sport, her answer yes when the guy offered to train her. Like before, there was strict conditions but in her eyes it was too good to pass up. Racheli trained to become a contender for the city tournament in the following years, turning eighteen and reaching for the top thanks to her competitive drive. Like most things in her life, bad luck got in the way.

Her grandmother became ill. This forced Racheli to give up on her dream and move on, focusing on keeping them alive and housed. She got two full jobs, her better people skills helping her to keep them, while barely visiting the gym well into her adulthood. Life was hard and over time, she stopped going back to the gym completely. Even boxing on her own was too much strain to continue.

Over a three days ago, her grandmother mysteriously passed away in her sleep. Arranging the cremation and funeral, the last task left, Rach ended the apartment leash and was flying to Lost Haven in order to dump her grandmother Ruth's ashes into the sea. It felt like it was best to make a new start and that was something Racheli intended to do. She's arrived in Lost Haven, Maine, just over an hour ago with her grandmother ashes. During the flight, it seemed she had caught something because she's been feeling weak and coughing sparingly.

Little did she realize was it was actually a virus which had murdered numerous individuals and was rewriting her own DNA, gradually destroying her from the inside out. She met Justine within Lost Haven and thanks to Garth, had an agreement to bunk with her until other arrangements were made. Those living conditions didn’t last too long when the riots happened in Sherman Square. Gangs came out of the woodwork, stressing police resources and creating a literal hell on earth resulted in a chemically enhanced thug breaking into their apartment. Helpless and unable to defend herself, Rach doesn’t recall much during this period but according to Gabe and Justine she was in full grip of the virus. The apartment exploded leaving Rach and Justine homeless.

Rach spent most of the rest of the week within the CDC, her skin being poked, examined, and more for the scientists to learn of what was happening to her. However one man already knew the full details but didn’t share. That man was named Dr. Gabriel Cole. Otherwise known as Icarus, the very superhero (alongside Justine) who engaged the thug before his death.

When Lost Haven was threatened as a possible terrorist target, the CDC decided to move Racheli to a safer location. This open it up for her to be acquired by Gene Co whose CEO requested aid from the very crime lord himself, the Cowl. Sending in a spy to collect intelligence, the man managed to both collect information and aid in Rach’s capture. During the attempt, several new faces rushed to Rach’s aid including the heroes Joseph, White Witch, and Hydro as well as an old face, Icarus. However they were unable to stop Rach from being delivered into the Cowl’s hands. Silence, as he was called, departed early and has yet to remerge into the scene. Odette stuck around and prevented Rach’s first attempt at escape as Rach was locked into an anti-meta box then set aside to wait until Gene Co arrived.

Feeling abandoned and forgotten, Rach learned about the virus’ history and loathed the creature even more. Unknown to herself, the heroes were making headway into getting her back while White Witch dealt with her role in the Pax threat. They located Rach then stormed the Ironworks, resulting in once casuality on the heroes side: Joseph. The win was a bitter one as while the heroes managed, with heavy struggle, free Rach they were forced back by Gene Co reinforcements.

With a rattling prediction over her head, Rach spend months in the Forge both training to become stronger and controlling her abilities. Until recently she didn’t realize Gene Co had placed a warrant over her for damages to property forcing her to always be in hiding behind her new alias, Nemesis.

Alien Symbiote's history

Dr. Marcus Twaine, a bacterial and rock specialist, discovered the organism on asteroid rock samples taken by NASA's space probe Hermes after returning home. Microscopic and viral like, the government delivered the creature to a disclosed location. Though the place wasn't officially named, many folks knew it as Building 51. It was here where it was studied, experimented with and attempted to be better understood but known to the scientists, they had altered the Alien's original DNA in their ignorance. It became more of a living, intelligent virus which could now exist in humans. It was discovered when a scientist was exposed and infected, displaying unusual symptoms within minutes. Quarantining the host, they were able to extract the Alien for further study.

Hoping to weaponize it, several humans, from criminals to volunteers, were exposed to the Alien. Most the civilians were dead within minutes as they died in stage three. Surprisingly it was the criminals who lasted the longest during the trials, ranging in hours before their bodies finally wore down and died. It was one of these death sentenced killers who allowed the Alien to escape when it synced with the man's brain pattern causing a chain reaction and slaughtered the staff, leaving corpses ripped apart in its wake. Using a car, it drove out of the smoldering building's ruins. For months, it passed through several hosts and infected often by direct touch, staying in dormant state until it was activated. All it took was a stressful event to trigger it which was easy as it was impossible to avoid it. Its last victim was an elderly woman named Ruth Desdemona, Racheli's own grandmother who died within stage one. Currently it’s within the woman's granddaughter and bonded with her.

Hero Type (Select one): Other-Host to an Alien Symbiote (Phylactery)

Power Level (Select one below):

Mentality: Street level (Her selfishness and fears force her to remain on the smaller scale of things)
Physical: Between Street and City Level (She has the potential to grow to the Cosmic level, but events, connections, and even character development in the IC can influence when/how/in what manner her mind will be in when that happens)
Emotionally: Street Level (Anymore, she’ll have a mental break down and kick someone’s ass...or the wall)

Powers (Be Specific):

~Note~

As the Alien grows and developments, Rach will evolve and become stronger. Her virus changing her genetics resulting in new abilities showing up or some growing into others as she grows in the IC, all pre-approved by the GMs before introduced into the IC.

Racheli

Physical

~Metal manipulation: Racheli has the ability to control and sense all types of metal she has come into contact with, currently limited to the most common ones on the Earth’s Periodic Table. When she fully acquires a the essence of a metal, earth based or otherwise, she can manipulate its structure between solid to liquid, alter its base atom components into another type (example: copper into steel), increase or decrease the metal’s original strength and gain usable data through touch alone that could take computer’s decades. The only thing Rach can’t alter with a metal is the total volume. Without additional metal from another source to alter and add to, the existing metal volume is unable change despite what she does to manipulate it.

For alien, magical, or more complicated metals beyond Earth, Racheli must touch for several seconds uninterrupted and absorb the data before she can manipulate it easily. Any attempts to do so before she’s done this step will result in a feeble, sometimes barely noted effect. It also leaves her vulnerable to attack during this time since she is unable to use her magnetism during this time and have to rely on her physical power and durability.

If Rach should affect a magical item made of metal, the magical properties will remain the same and only the shape might alter. Some items, depending on the magical properties might not even be affected all. (Narrative based)

Range- Any metal within eyesight, as long as she can see than it can be altered.
Other Notes- N/A

~Minor Transmutation Abilities: Rach has learned, on a very minor scale, how to break down and alter elements beyond metal. However, she has to smear her blood upon the surface then focus on breaking it down. This takes time and her full focus making it a poor combat ability, especially when it doesn’t always work. Her most common use of this ability is to change her fingers into metal carbon then morphing them into thin, razor sharp blades.

Range- Close and within Touch range
Other- The time it takes varies on how complicated the material is. If it’s a base element, like say a wooden tree, then the material will only take an hour or so to break down then be reformed. However if the same wooden tree was carved then turned into a wooden chair with metal and other decorative fixings, the breakdown could take several hours to complete. Some materials might not even break down fully at all since she is still developing this ability.

~Magnetism: This ability focuses on magnetism and magnetic fields, allowing Rach to create, manipulate, and focus magnetism of various forms. Examples include magnetosphere, magnetic materials, planetary, etc. This allows her to attract or repulse metal objects to either become directed at herself or a fixed location within her range. She is also able to create and sense magnetic field. She can gain information such as their flow and disrupting their natural path into something different by changing their ion charge. Centering this on items or her palms, she can create an electrical current which gives her attacks a little shock to them. However these shocks never build up to the point of becoming fatal as the battles often lasts minutes at most, rather than days. Rach is unable to influence the bioelectrical within a pure organic creature without risking internal damage to herself, strictly since the energy used could also affect her own system as well.

Range- 6 meters from her being the epicenter
Other-

~Nanites: Racheli’s body has gained the ability to regenerate when injured, either during combat or other situations that inflict harm. This is thanks to the nanites saturating her vein system and replacing her blood with a black, thick fluid like swarm. This gives her blood a gritty, tar like texture when exposed to the air. Outside the body they seem to ‘die’ or shut down, unable to continue to function outside their own self contained environment within her body. Within, they are fully able to carry out basic functions of the body indefinitely by feeding it energy, nutrients, mending it when injured and various other needs for a health individual.

When destroyed by outside sources like specific positions targeting organic machines or spilling her blood, the nanites dig deep. They manufacture more of themselves using Racheli’s own natural biology, which has the ability to alter into organic metals for the construction and spawn an unlimited amount since her body never stops producing these materials. However production speed and repairing of the damages can be slowed drastically. They aren’t instant and when nanites focuses are divided over several severe wounds, than they will gradually drop their healing level just to sustain her life.

Here’s a chart estimate of her healing levels and how long it would take to mend over each type of severity, through this isn’t all of them and those wounds will be mainly based on narrative and what fits the situation best.

Minor

These wounds usually take anywhere between a few moments to hours at most.

~broken, clean or otherwise, bones
~bruised organs
~skin wounds
~strained tendons, muscles, etc

Major

These wounds can take anywhere between a day to a month, or longer, to mend.

~ fractured bones as well as bent
~ruptured, and/or bursted organs
~torn, ripped, and shredded skin/muscles
~snapped tendons, etc
~damaged nerves
~regrowing a limb

Range- Within
Other-

Mental

~Accelerated Perception and Procession: Being hardwired and upgraded into a biological computer, Racheli’s brain now processes and collects information at a hyper accelerated rate. Activated at all time, her mind slows down the scene mentally and can even pause it when needed (the outside events still are moving at their normal speed, her mind is just moving faster to absorb, register and anaylze). Her memory is increased and is photographic, enabling her to recall things much clearer and quickly compared to before she bonded with the virus. This also means she will never forget anything since her mind can store vast amounts of exact data. Through understanding what is told to her is another matter completely. Her reflexes also aren’t necessarily speed up as this ability only affects her chances of reacting before the danger can reach her which if her speed is naturally slower, the too great to get clear or other additional factors than she will get hit. At best she can likely limit the damage done, especially when caught off guard.

Range- Undefined
Other- N/A

~Enhanced Hearing: Racheli’s hearing has become extremely sensitive that she can easily determine the acoustic pressure changes within a single decibel in the ideal conditions. Thanks to this change she can easily pick infrasound, ultrasound, sonar and even radio signals traveling within her area with little effort when she focuses on filtering the background noise. Not even sound proof walls can prevent her keen ears from picking up noises through them which can allow her to tell an individual’s position and eavesdrop on their conversation with ease. On an individual, she can gain a surprising depth when it comes to listening to their heartbeat, blood circulation, breathing, and physical movements such as lying, injury, etc. Each individual’s heartbeat has a distinct volume, rate, and pattern to it that she can use to id a target even when in disguise.

Range- Within a mile when in ideal conditions, and a fourth in worst.
Other- Multiple sounds or background noise that’s within a meter of her can interfere with her ability, making it hard for Rach to focus on her target and separate the sounds collecting in her hearing. In addition, extreme sounds ranging in either higher or lower frequencies than a human’s ability to hear will hurt and possibly stun Rach when she’s not been forewarned to filter it out. Through she can tell when an individual without complete control over their body is lying, people with pacemakers and complete control are another matter. They are able to fool her hearing since they can maintain an unbroken rhythm with their heart beat as well as breath.

~Enhanced Sight: Racheli’s vision has increased to about 20/5, about four times of a normal human and able to pick out a mouse from about two miles away. On zooming into the image, she can pick out incredible detail and clarity as if she was standing right on top of it. When she alters her vision spectrum she can identify infrared, ultraviolet, x-ray, microwaves, radio waves, and more when she’s seen them at least once.

Range- 2 miles in ideal conditions, one fourth in worst.
Other- Magical/abilities that allow invisibility can easily overcome this perception, preventing her from being able to see the target or details relating to it. With enhancement comes sensitivity as well, Racheli’s eyes are more susceptible to bright flashes, extreme colors, and other visual ‘explosions’ that her eyes can briefly shut down to reboot. This blindness can last up to minutes or days depending on the optical damage and how fast it is mended.

~Enhanced Taste: This ability allows Rach to have gained accurate sense of taste and gain greater detail about a food, drink or material she’s sampling. She can tell the ingredients from a 20 mg sample, separating each independent element from the whole mixture. This can easily alert her to poisons and unnatural content that are rather harmful to her system, possibly sparing her consuming or enabling to determine what is edible and even nutrient.

Range- Close Range
Other- Magic and tasteless substances will elude this ability, preventing her from placing it and cause her to struggle.

~Enhanced Smell: Racheli’s sense of scent is heightened beyond human and rivaling those animals with the keening olfactory abilities known on earth. This allows her to distinguish individual musks and other odors aiding in locating specific persons, objects, substances and even places with nothing but her nose. She can tell where an individual has been based on what scents have been collected on their person and even retract their steps, enabling her to tell how long ago they were there and even how long they lingered there. With most individuals, based on their pheromone changes and chemical clues, she can tell if a target is lying, sick, diseased or poisoned thanks to hormones/smells that are excreted within a set area. If she’s smelled a scent before than she can easily recollect that same smell when it crosses her path and where at exactly.

Range- In ideal conditions, her range is about 1.75 miles before the scent fades. About a fourth of that in the worse one.
Other- Range determines the amount of information Rach can gleam from an individual. At her limit range and in ideal conditions, she can only locate and track the target's’ movements enough to keep up. However in closer range and without any preventing magics/abilities, she can gain a more insightful data. This includes the individual’s condition, specific odor markers, what they’ve touched, what they’ve eaten, their race, where they’ve been recently, etc. Strong odors and several at once can cause extreme pain, ruining her focus and even kill her ability to gain information.

~Enhanced Touch: Her sense of touch is sensitive enough to note indentations of ink on paper, radiation off items, seismic activities and even micro voltage. She can even feel the faintest crack that’s invisible to the naked eye. Her body can sense minute changes in temperature and pressure, enabling her to predict changes in weather or atmosphere surprisingly accurately. She can even tell the intensity the closer the storm comes into her general area. She can sense a human’s body’s change in heat and their air disturbance from at least five feet away, including if an individual is alive, for how long if they’ve died, emotions (such as blushing or other emotions that increases heat), and residual heat off objects or machines.

Range- In best of the conditions, up to a mile diameter. In worse, about a fourth of that.
Other-Rach can senses these vibrations through solid substances, liquid, and even air pressure changes. However, the closer to her limited range the less details she can obtain like many of her other enhanced perception abilities.

Combative Skills

~Boxing: At a young age, Racheli learned the basics about the art of boxing. To say she mastered it is impossible as that would imply she can't improve, a fact which isn't true, so her levels haven't peaked fully. Before she was forced to give it all up, her experience level lie within what her gym classed as a Prospect and a Journeymen in the sport. She had the talent, footwork and drive, but her experience lacked heavily and that was a factor which hurt her more then the rest. Even a poor athlete could be a decent boxer if they had the experience of a champ. Her skill level now resides in Tomato Cans level though it wouldn't take her long to raise to the level of Prospect or beyond with a reason and hard training, her body fully able to recall the rhythms, strikes, and more instinctively.

Range- CQC
Other- She's extremely rusty so it will take time for her to get back into shape.

Alien

Telepathy: The virus that inhabits Rachelis’ body is able to share and communicate with her and others using Telepathy. It can project an image of its current chosen form, her father, into the outside world as long as she is conscious and aware. Beyond that, the organism hasn't shown any ability to affect the outside other than choose who will share its image and conversation with. So if it wanted to make her seem crazy, it is well within the being's ability to do so. Should any Telepathic being, magic, meta or others, attempt to read or influence Racheli’s mind (not senses) then they will be met by resistance due to the Alien’s paranoid nature. It would be like hitting a solid wall.

Range- Namely the farther away from Racheli, the weaker the power is.
Other- This ability might adapt in the future or the virus’ image will likely evolve into something outside her father's image. Only time will tell.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human-10 tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human- 20 MPH.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours.

Agility: Normal Human- 5x human rate.

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Untrained (Rusty if you count boxing)

Resources: Minimal

Nothing since the Riots.

Weaknesses:

Still Flawed

Despite her abilities and physical changes, she's just as killable as normal human when you get past her meta human abilities. Gene Co has created a serum that can temporarily disable her meta abilities, possibly others (varies), by targeting the source at a genetic level and shutting the genes off. Other ways to temporarily disable is through high power neuro-toxins when you manage to enter it into the bloodstream, attacking her mind (hacking it in a sense), electrical energies of high voltage, dividing her attention then catching her unaware (depends on narrative) or other abilities that null her meta powers.

Ashes to Ashes

The Alien’s DNA and structure has a weakness to light and heat when outside its host. It breaks down and evaporates when exposed to any non specialized light or heat of any type. When it bonded with Rach, the weakness to multiple sources of light was eliminated. The only ones that remain are sources like UV which can get past the skin barrier and into the body. These are found within items like black lights so she likely won’t be visiting any nightclubs without protection. Heat is the primary and most effective weakness, namely above 120 degrees or higher can make her almost completely human save for the black blood and colder body temperature. Direct heat is even worse since it can hurt her and prevent her regeneration from taking full effect, bring her down to her knees with little effect.

Other Characters:

Will add as the RP goes on, though here's a few.

Support

~Garret Shepherd: A friend from the other side of Maine and he was the one that set up Racheli's living arrangements, suggested this crazy idea as he contacted his cousin. Though Racheli was bitter about the help , she saw no other option and she was forced into the arrangement. Even agreed to keep an eye on her future roommate for him.

Allies/Associates

~Gabriel Cole (Icarus): A superhero that wears a machine suit with some serious heat, which sadly wrecked their apartment leaving Justine and herself homeless for a time. Despite the aftermath, he was critical in getting Racheli to the CDC and finally saving her life by aiding in her mind to sync up with the virus. Even after the chore, she has grown to trust him slowly and while she will fight alongside him, Rach is still wary of fully trusting him.

~Justine Shepherd (Myth): Garret’s cousin and her current roomie before the apartment incident, thankfully she got out safely. Rach feels a deep attachment and loyalty to the woman, despite the fact they only met a few months ago. Out of everyone, it’s her and Gabe that Rach will trust the most through this bond is still fragile enough to be broken by misunderstandings.

~Jaden Maxwell (Evergreen): One of the heroes that aided with her rescue, through she only met him briefly. Personally he seems to be a cross dressing, plant manipulator with a distinct like for dresses and exotic designs. He looked like an overgrown pokemon to her.

~Jacob Parkman (Hydro): Another hero that aided with her rescue, through last time she saw he was pretty weak and nearly a puddle of water from her rescue mission. It seems he knew and worked with Gabe over his own condition but had little results in finding a cure. This is as much as she knows about since she was still recovering.

Rogue Gallery

~Odette (The Ambassador): An annoy individual, possibly a fey, who Rach personally has a grudge against since the woman both helped capture and nearly tore out her damn tongue. If they were ever to cross paths it is unlikely Rach would both with control when it came to going full out and beating the woman in combat.

~Lekh Antol (Silence): Another responsible for her catch from the van, her mind hazy over his abilities and face when she tries to recall him. It’s like his face is static over from inference of an outside force. She does recall her abilities weren’t working correctly when she tried to fight back but she’s not fully sure if it was because she was weakened or if he had some meta power that influence it in some way, something she doesn’t know if she wants to fully know should they ever meet again.

~? (The Cowl): It seemed the very one who arranged her capture and the biggest asshole she would love to wrangle the neck of. Despite him being human, his cleverness and preparation was enough to stop her from fighting back while they waited for someone to collect her. She discovered his alias was the Cowl and she intends to discover whatever she can over him the next time she’s in Lost Haven, slowly tearing apart his self made profits and organization in the process.

~Gene Co: Rach knows that this nation wide corporation was behind her abduction, namely since they likely wanted to reclaim their virus but she can’t draw any connections or proof to their dirty dealings. OR the very individual fixed on her recapture. So far they have made her life hellish with that warrant for her arrest forcing her to parade around in a mask and costume like the other supers.

Other

~Puck: A demon that made a ‘prediction’ she questions to this day.
~War Pulse: At the moment, he's a cocky SoB that was hired to recapture her. She's still sore about the conflict just outside of Chinatown and hopes never to see his face again.

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