WIP sheet up. I've got Dungeons and Dragons in 15 minutes so I can't write the sample post, and I have to think more about it anyway, but everything else is done.
Albert Engelhardt, aka "Phantom Cat"
Albert Engelhardt
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Hero/Villain Name: Phantom Cat
Quirk Name: Cat
Quirk Type: MutantQuirk Description: This Quirk grants the user all the abilities of a cat, scaled up to a human, with appropriate weaknesses. The user can see perfectly in low-light conditions and even in the dark, owing to the reflective material in their eyeballs. They have incredible reaction time and reflexes, as well as the acrobatics, jumping ability, climbing ability, and silent tread of a cat (though shoes counteract a silent tread, so Albert must wear special shoes that allow this ability to shine). And much like a cat, they can survive a fall from multiple stories without significant injury.
They have superhuman hearing, which can be turned against them, as they are especially vulnerable to loud sounds and sonic weapons. It is even possible to target them specifically with such an attack, as they can hear frequencies outside of a human's hearing range. They are also especially sensitive to bright lights, and have a tendency to be nocturnal, which can screw with their ability to fit into normal human society. Thankfully, this Quirk
does keep the user omnivorous owing to the presence of human DNA, which is especially important as real cats normally can't taste sugar and can only tolerate at most a 15% carb diet. He's also, most infuriatingly, vulnerable both to cat and human diseases, meaning that he has to look after his health especially strongly.
As for its combat capabilities, users of the Cat Quirk have speed comparable to a cheetah and strength and bite force roughly on par with a jaguar. Their bites, amplified by the vicious pair of fangs in their mouths, can easily pierce flesh, and should Albert decide to, he could probably utterly maul a target. However, he's both a) not a cannibalistic monster, and b) still trying to be a hero, and such would prefer other methods of subduing a villain.
Inventory & Possessions:Albert's suit-like costume actually has many, many pockets and contains an array of Support items to assist him in his job as a stealthy hero, including smoke bombs, a dart launcher armed with tranquilizer bolts, sleeping gas grenades, and old-fashioned tear gas. He also carries a "grapple gun" to assist him in moving and climbing even quicker than he normally can. His cane is one of his most important support items: It's actually a swordstick with the ability to electrify the tungsten-alloy blade's edge with the press of a button on the hilt, causing a taser-like effect. He is trained in its use, and greatly prefers it to his claws or fangs, only choosing to use his natural weapons when absolutely necessary, both because of the savagery of such a thing and because of how much damage they can cause. His top hat is also a weapon, capable of flying after an opponent, striking them with the blade in the brim, and returning to him, much like Oddjob or Kung Lao. The tie, however, is a clip-on. He'd rather not be strangled.
Sample Post:
"DAMMIT, KID! COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND WE'LL LET YOU OFF WITH A BROKEN LEG!"
Albert cracked a shit-eating grin as he ran down the street, effortlessly evading his loudmouthed pursuers. Ducking into an alleyway, he grabbed onto a pipe, climbing up it easily as he made it to the roof.
From here, he could see his enemies trying to (and failing) to follow him. They had only just now made it a few feet from the alley. One of them, a burly thug with a stretching Quirk, snaked his arm up the wall and tried to snatch the cat-headed teenager.
"Not going to work!" Albert said, taking off at a full sprint across the roof, jumping to another roof even as the hand kept chasing him.
He noticed that the hand's angle changed as he ran. Apparently the thugs had started running after him down the sidewalk.
He kept running though, jumping across the rooftops with his usual grace. The hand kept after him, coming perilously close to his ankle.
Adding to the danger, he heard the thugs yelling, and then a loud bang. It was loud to most. Deafening to him. He yelped in pain, and had to actually put his hands on his ears after a noise like that, and the disorientation causing him to fumble his next jump as he banged his ankle on the edge of the next rooftop, tumbling to the hard concrete floor and getting a few scrapes. He pushed himself to his feet with a pained grunt and kept running.
He was only a few blocks from the police station now. He checked the pocket of his cargo shorts, making sure he still had it. The USB drive. It was still there, thank God.
The gunshot rang out again, this time grazing the fur on Albert's tail, making him stumble in pain and preventing him from covering his ears. The effect was immediate. He actually had to drop to the ground, such was the pain, and immediately clutched his ears.
The hand got around his ankle, and started dragging him to the edge of the rooftop.
"NO! FUCK!"
On instinct, he clawed at it. His claws met flesh and ripped through, scraping off layers of skin and leaving bloody trails. The hand writhed as the thug below screamed in agony, but he still sent another one after him, armed with a knife. This one, Albert bit.
Hundreds of PSI of bite force met bare human wrist, ripping meat from the bone and causing a spurt of blood to get in Albert's face from the pierced artery.
He spat it out immediately, coughing and sputtering has he rubbed the blood out of his eyes and tried to wipe his face with his shirt.
That finally got the thug to retract both his arms, causing them to simply resort to gunshots. Lots of gunshots.
Albert resorted to running on all fours like an animal. He was much faster this way and had a lower profile, and they were close enough to the police station that even the thugs had realized where he was going. They simply turned tail and ran as police sirens wailed.
Finally seeing fit to stop running, the exhausted, bloodied-up boy dropped down from the rooftop and onto his feet, handling the fall easily, and half-walked, half-staggered to the police station before collapsing onto the floor from his ordeal.
---
"We've identified what was on the USB drive in the kid's pocket."
"What?" the Police Chief said, looking up from his newspaper.
"Recordings. Audio and video. He'd apparently set up hidden cameras around his house. They got footage of the thugs extorting his family. Saying if they didn't pay them protection there'd be trouble. When they found the cameras, they tried to break in. That's why he ran. He managed to get a USB drive out of his house and ran for the police station. He panicked and didn't grab his phone, which is why he didn't just call 911. And..."
"And?"
"The thugs have ties to the DeFalco crime family. This kid might've given us a breakthrough and not even realized it."
The Chief smiled. "Sounds like he'd make a good hero in a few years. Did you get his name?"
"Yeah. Albert Engelhardt."
Punished GN