Framing A Moose

Eden: Orphanage for the Supernaturally Gifted

Not my best work, but it'll do.

Eden: Orphanage for the Supernaturally Gifted

Hangovers suck. This is a fact. It's always been a fact, and it will always be a fact. It has been identified as a fact by thousands of people throughout history, starting with the first caveman who went on a Budweiser binge the night before his wedding day to sooth his nerves, only to discover the resulting sickness the morning after, most likely assuming he was dying. However we will not be focusing on this caveman. No, we will instead be focusing on a young woman who existed for a short while many centuries later. Her name was Souls. And her story begins with her in the bathroom of a train, hunching over the toilet, the contents of her stomach spilling from her mouth and into the bowl. The girl had spent the previous night drinking every ounce of alcohol she owned, and now she was paying for it. It took a while to get it all out, and a little longer to finish her dry retching, but once she did, she flushed the toilet and got to her feet, wobbling a little as she stood and looked at herself in the mirror.

She zoned out for a moment as she stared at herself in the mirror: her body was thin from years of near starvation, but her loose clothing, which consisted of a T-shirt with the words Lusus Naturae written in spidery letters, a pair of black jeans, and, of course, her leather jacket, made her appear as if she was as well fed as the next person. She quickly came to her senses, however, and turned on the sink, filling her hands with water which she transferred into to her mouth, before splashing some more on her face. She grabbed a paper towel and dried her face, before picking up her aviators from the sink and placing them upon her face. She opened the door and made her way back to the seat, taking no notice of the group of kids now sitting across from her as she slid into her chair by the window.

"Fuck..." she silently muttered, rubbing her temples with her fingers, as if that would get rid of the headache.

@Blade17@Animera@Overlord24

Guild of Rejected Super Heroes

My Hider

Name:
Sawyer Genocide

Super Name:
Angsty High School Psycho Nutjob

Age:
17

Powers:
Sawyer's only power is that she really, really, really hates everything. In addition to this, she has an arsenal of deadly weapons, including:
-Two 9mm Glock Pistols ; Duel chest holsters ; Both lifted from father
-One Sawed-Off Shotgun ; A hip holster ; Stolen from redneck uncle
-One Aluminum Baseball Bat ; A makeshift sheath behind her back ; Bought from Mick's Sporting Goods
-Two Kitchen Knives ; Sheathed in two pockets in her vest ; Taken from kitchen
While she technically has no real training in any of these weapons (aside from the few times her father took her to shoot targets), she can still be fairly deadly, using instead her general detestation for all things as fuel for her violence.

Attire:
While she is fighting crime, Sawyer always wears a pair of black jeans, black running shoes, and a black tank top. Over her tank top, however, she wears her signature piece of clothing: A bulletproof vest with a picture of a side view of a rooster's head, blood dripping from its beak. While this seems random, it is actually just an image of Sawyer's high school mascot, the Raging Cock. She also wears a black cloth around her head as a mask, with two eyeholes, and wears her hair in a ponytail.

Bio:
Sawyer Genocide was born a fairly normal girl. Her mother, Alison Genocide, died in child birth, so she was raised by her father alone, a police officer of the The City Police Department named Robert Genocide. Sawyer had a fairly normal childhood for the most part. She did fairly normal things, played with fairly normal toys, and hung out with fairly normal friends. But on her thirteenth birthday, all of that changed. It's still unknown what caused her to gain her power. Perhaps it was a mutant gene that was suddenly unlocked in the night, or perhaps an alien came down in her sleep and injected her with weird space stuff. Whatever it was, it changed her. The way she once saw the world, a beautiful planet with rainbows and happiness, grew cynical. That day, she realized that Earth was just a floating rock.

That lead into her dark teenage years. She broke it off with her fairly normal friends, becoming somewhat of a loner, burned her fairly normal toys, for the sight of them made her sick, and stopped doing fairly normal things, for they now bored her. She started to commit minor crimes and misdemeanors for fun, such as shoplifting, vandalism, underage drinking, and the like. One day, when she was fifteen, she got caught sawing the head off of a parking meter. Sawyer was lucky to only get a fine, but that's how her father found out about her illegal shenanigans, and decided to start sending her to a middle-aged psychiatrist by the name of Doctor Nancy Schyler. It was her that got Sawyer into the superhero business. Not directly, of course. Telling a young woman to dress up in a costume and get beat up by thugs was a sure way to get sued. But she did say that Sawyer should channel her aggression into something positive, such as boxing or gymnastics. Sawyer, however, got a better idea. She had always been a fan of comic books, but as a child, she was more into the old "Archie" books. But when the anger struck, she changed her preference, and started to read more gory books, some of them about Superheroes. She had never thought that she could be one of them though. Not until that session, that is.

After the talk with Dr. Schyler, Sawyer set her plan in action. She used some money she had to buy a bulletproof vest, and then she stole some guns from her father and his brother, bought a baseball bat, and stole some knives from her kitchen. Once she made the mask, she was ready. Ready to go get her license and pick a team, of course. It was fairly easy to get the license, but when she started reaching out to different superteams, she was shocked to discover that no one wanted her. She didn't get why. She thought she looked cool. Maybe she scared them. It didn't matter. Eventually she found a small, ragtag team of discount heroes, and decided it was better than nothing.

Other:
-Sawyer is surprisingly good at relaxing, mundane activities, such as baking, cooking, gardening, and crocheting.

Guild of Rejected Super Heroes

@TheUnknowable
Alright, I'll put it in the CS section! ^_^

Guild of Rejected Super Heroes

My Hider

Name:
Sawyer Genocide

Super Name:
Angsty High School Psycho Nutjob

Age:
17

Powers:
Sawyer's only power is that she really, really, really hates everything. In addition to this, she has an arsenal of deadly weapons, including:
-Two 9mm Glock Pistols ; Duel chest holsters ; Both lifted from father
-One Sawed-Off Shotgun ; A hip holster ; Stolen from redneck uncle
-One Aluminum Baseball Bat ; A makeshift sheath behind her back ; Bought from Mick's Sporting Goods
-Two Kitchen Knives ; Sheathed in two pockets in her vest ; Taken from kitchen
While she technically has no real training in any of these weapons (aside from the few times her father took her to shoot targets), she can still be fairly deadly, using instead her general detestation for all things as fuel for her violence.

Attire:
While she is fighting crime, Sawyer always wears a pair of black jeans, black running shoes, and a black tank top. Over her tank top, however, she wears her signature piece of clothing: A bulletproof vest with a picture of a side view of a rooster's head, blood dripping from its beak. While this seems random, it is actually just an image of Sawyer's high school mascot, the Raging Cock. She also wears a black cloth around her head as a mask, with two eyeholes, and wears her hair in a ponytail.

Bio:
Sawyer Genocide was born a fairly normal girl. Her mother, Alison Genocide, died in child birth, so she was raised by her father alone, a police officer of the The City Police Department named Robert Genocide. Sawyer had a fairly normal childhood for the most part. She did fairly normal things, played with fairly normal toys, and hung out with fairly normal friends. But on her thirteenth birthday, all of that changed. It's still unknown what caused her to gain her power. Perhaps it was a mutant gene that was suddenly unlocked in the night, or perhaps an alien came down in her sleep and injected her with weird space stuff. Whatever it was, it changed her. The way she once saw the world, a beautiful planet with rainbows and happiness, grew cynical. That day, she realized that Earth was just a floating rock.

That lead into her dark teenage years. She broke it off with her fairly normal friends, becoming somewhat of a loner, burned her fairly normal toys, for the sight of them made her sick, and stopped doing fairly normal things, for they now bored her. She started to commit minor crimes and misdemeanors for fun, such as shoplifting, vandalism, underage drinking, and the like. One day, when she was fifteen, she got caught sawing the head off of a parking meter. Sawyer was lucky to only get a fine, but that's how her father found out about her illegal shenanigans, and decided to start sending her to a middle-aged psychiatrist by the name of Doctor Nancy Schyler. It was her that got Sawyer into the superhero business. Not directly, of course. Telling a young woman to dress up in a costume and get beat up by thugs was a sure way to get sued. But she did say that Sawyer should channel her aggression into something positive, such as boxing or gymnastics. Sawyer, however, got a better idea. She had always been a fan of comic books, but as a child, she was more into the old "Archie" books. But when the anger struck, she changed her preference, and started to read more gory books, some of them about Superheroes. She had never thought that she could be one of them though. Not until that session, that is.

After the talk with Dr. Schyler, Sawyer set her plan in action. She used some money she had to buy a bulletproof vest, and then she stole some guns from her father and his brother, bought a baseball bat, and stole some knives from her kitchen. Once she made the mask, she was ready. Ready to go get her license and pick a team, of course. It was fairly easy to get the license, but when she started reaching out to different superteams, she was shocked to discover that no one wanted her. She didn't get why. She thought she looked cool. Maybe she scared them. It didn't matter. Eventually she found a small, ragtag team of discount heroes, and decided it was better than nothing.

Alright, here the little bitch is! ^_^

Guild of Rejected Super Heroes

@RumikoOhara
Hmmm, interesting. Sorry about the interrogation, I just get curious about these kinds of things.

Guild of Rejected Super Heroes

@RumikoOhara
So she can have romantic feelings for a human as long as they are not sexual?

Guild of Rejected Super Heroes

@RumikoOhara
Interesting. What about nonsexual yet romantic relationships? They're not unheard of, so would Tangerine still be revolted by the idea of one?

Guild of Rejected Super Heroes

@TheUnknowable
I was actually hoping for it to be during a class. I have a plan. XD

Guild of Rejected Super Heroes

@TheUnknowable
Hmmmm...well, for a parody Superhero story, I think "The City" is a perfect name! ^_^

So it'd be safe to say that a high schooler would be in school?