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《 H. E. R. O. 》

The Gugliano Compound

The Gugliano Family Mansion is a large villa located on the edge of Watervale in one of its less urban, less populated areas, not too far off the beaten road but not too close as to where it would be easily seen by those not looking at it. The mansion is a large compound surrounded by tall iron fences, with four tall guard towers overlooking the massive grounds, which included plenty of open space for Vinnie's unique choices of pets. Across the open area are scores of guards, all patrolling the area, armed to the teeth and prepared to engage with any threat. Those in the business know that the odds of being able to take five steps onto Vinnie Gugliano's property without an invitation at the front gate is impossible, let alone actually getting through the front doors.

The mansion itself, a gorgeous Italian villa kept in fantastic condition, is large and spacious, with a ballroom, large dining table, and a pool out back, but even though this main living space was massive and beautiful, it is not the pinnacle of the Gugliano empire. The pinnacle comes from those who know the Gugliano business and head to the wine room, and press down on the front of the big brown barrel of Sangiovese. Those who work for Vinnie Gugliano know that he hates Sangiovese ("it's bone dry!"), and that this barrel is not actually a barrel, but a mechanism that opens a stairway into the true magnum opus of the Guglianos- the Compound.

The actual compound is a massive underground lair of sorts where the Guglianos operate out of. Underground is where Vinnie stores his goods, such as drugs, weapons, et cetera, his pets, his prisoners, his papers, everything that the cops would be able to use as evidence is underground in the hidden compound. The compound is layered with heavy metals to prevent being blasted into or drilled through. Security is tight, with cameras everywhere and passwords required to open every door, of which are changed routinely. For a criminal wanting to hide something, the Gugliano Compound is a paradise.

At the edge of the Gugliano Compound, behind a set of biometrically-locked carbon steel doors, is Vinnie's favorite room, his conference room. At the center is his best conference table, a purple heart table with platinum edges and a spectacular finish that gave the table a warm, burgundy glow. Across the room are mounted heads of Leftover beasts Gugliano had personally killed, and at the end of the room is Vinnie's desk, ebony and gold, with several screens built into it so Vinnie could monitor his employees.

Right now, the conference room was empty, sans for Vinnie himself, who was seated in his large armchair (supposedly one of Mussolini's armchairs that he had purchased at an auction in Rome for a hefty sum), along with Vinnie's sons, Tommy and Salvatore. Tommy was the younger brother, even though he was taller than Sal at 6'2", with a picture-perfect face and build, almost like an angel masquerading as a human. Sal was a bit shorter at 5'6", and though he was rather muscular, he resembled his grizzly father more, with a crew cut as opposed to Tommy's curly brown hair, and with a patchwork of scars over his face as opposed to Tommy's flawless skin. Most notably, Sal had a large scar over his right eye that was very prominent, and said eye seemed to be almost swollen shut.

"Alright, listen, boys," Vinnie said to the two of them. "I have big news for the two of you. Cigars?" He asked, holding out two in his large palm.

While Sal snatched it up quickly and grabbed his lighter, Tommy shook his head. "Make sure the vents are on, or it'll get smoky in here very quickly, Papa."

Vinnie laughed. "Vent schment. So concerned," Vinnie said as he flicked a switch on his desk, causing a whir to sound about the room as the vents began to suck Vinnie and Sal's cigar smoke away.

"Anyway, about what I was saying," Vinnie said as he released a large puff of smoke from his lips. "I spoke to the mysterious fella on the phone, and he's real happy with our organization. Says that if we get a couple more heroes, he'll send us the official invitation to Zero."

"Papa, I'm really not sure about these Zero people," Tommy said softly.

"What do you mean, you're not really sure about these Zero people?" Vinnie said with a guffaw. "Lemme tell you something, son, that my papa, your grandpapa, he told me about this business. I'll never forget it. He was first introducing me to the trade, like I was to you a few years back, and he came right up to me and told me, 'son, you make sure, when somebody offers their checkbook to you, you do whatever it takes to get them to sign.' Whatever it takes, Tommy! These Zero folks, they have a lot of money in their wallets, kid, let me tell you. If we can get in, I'll have enough money to buy a time machine so I can go back and hear Sinatra live again. Are they shady? Hell yes, but so are we! That's the business, kiddo! Capische?"

Tommy nodded, a little unsure.

"Alright, that's good. Now, let's talk about our..." At that moment, Vinnie's phone began to ring (it was an antique dial phone sitting on his desk). Vinnie looked at one of his screens. "It's your Uncle Johnny," Vinnie said to his two sons (Johnny was not actually their uncle, but a close family friend and, err, business partner) before picking up, wrapping the phone's cord around his finger as he spoke.

"'Ey, Johnny! Nice hearin' from ya! What's cookin', mio amico?"

@Not Fungus

《 H. E. R. O. 》

_{Meanwhile, in Brookside...}

Bateman Turnpike was probably the most impressive road in all of Brookside. The turnpike was built by Morgan Bateman, an old motel chain CEO from years prior, and the high-speed run ran on a curve across the lower edge of Brookside. Though it wasn't anything fantastic by any means, the road remained fairly clean as the dividing point between Brookside and Watervale. Along Bateman Turnpike was a variety of small businesses in Brookside and the road itself was overall the center of much livelihood. It was among the safer areas of Brookside as well, though that wasn't really saying much at all.

It was at this time that B- tier hero Thundering Whisper walked down the road, on patrol. Thundering Whisper was one of those more old-timey heroes that opted to wear a full costume, with blue spandex accompanying gold highlights and a shimmering face-mask, but he was one of the more respected older heroes in the Organization. He was respected enough, at least, to be able to skip out on Powers' meeting to instead go on patrol down the Bateman Turnpike. When there was crime to fight, after all, it was up to heroes to stop it.

Today, though, it seemed like there wasn't much crime at all, and it had started to drizzle, so Thundering Whisper decided to stop walking the beat and ducked into a small coffee shop on the turnpike. All-Day Espresso. Sounded good enough. The hero walked up to the counter, ordered a coffee, and then took a seat at one of the tables inside. The coffee shop was not exactly brimming with business, but there were a few patrons inside, with an old lady sitting in a corner booth, a middle-aged gentleman reading a newspaper, and a young girl, obviously in full teenage rebellion with a half-shaven head and bright green hair that was furiously texting away.

As Thundering Whisper drank his espresso while looking out at the drizzling weather, another man entered the coffee shop, wearing a black raincoat, a matching fedora, and with wizened features and grey hair that put him in his 60s or so. After the man got his coffee, he then walked over to Thundering Whisper's table and took a seat opposite him. "Nice meeting you, Mr. Whisper."

Thundering Whisper raised an eye. "Do I know you?"

"Not yet. My name's Emilio Ranucci. I work for a local construction firm around these parts. I'm a big fan, by the way. I know you aren't as big as you once were, but I remember seeing you fight The Capricorn on TV and telling myself, 'this man is a legend.'"

Thundering Whispered smiled. "Good days, good days."

Ranucci chuckled. "Those good days are passed, eh?" he said before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh, they have. No more respect for old geezers anymore," Thundering Whisper said, a bit resentful in his tone. "All the media cares about is the flashy stuff. Wings of Law. Captain Fireworks. Starbright. All that stuff. Not much in it for real crime fighters."

Emilio Ranucci grinned. "I feel you, Mr. Whisper. But what if I told you that there was a way to get back a lot of that respect?"

Thundering Whisper raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

Ranucci slid a few papers across the coffee shop table. "My boss, he runs a very good private defense company. They do really good, really tight work, even better than HERO if I may so myself. If you were to sign up with us, you could be top of the top. Respected across the board. And there's a big reward in it for you. Loads of cash."

Thundering Whisper seemed quite content with this at first, but then slowly realized a discrepancy, then raising an eyebrow. "I thought you said you work for a construction firm."

Emilio Ranucci smiled, and as he did so, Thundering Whisper saw something very peculiar about the man. His tongue was covered in some sort of gray metal. Silver.

"Mr. Whisper, you don't have to worry about the details. Just sign your name on the paper here, and we can be on our merry way."

Thundering Whisper stood up, shaking his head. "I can't. Sorry. HERO pays me too well. Take care." But as the hero moved to leave the cafe, Ranucci stood up in front of him, blocking his path.

"Should've known it'd come to this. Clean him up," Ranucci said to the other patrons in the cafe.

Suddenly, Thundering Whisper saw four handguns trained on him- the barista, the goth girl, the old lady, and the newspaper man all holding pistols that were aimed right at him. Before he could use his powers or start a fight, rounds of arcing electricity shot out from the barrels of the gun, hitting Thundering Whisper and sending him to the ground, jiterring, as Emilio watched, shaking his head.

"Bring him back to Watervale. We'll have fun with this one," Ranucci said with a nod to the individuals in the cafe, before turning and walking out of the coffee shop into the rain.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Blake honestly couldn't say he paid any attention during Hugo's speech. There was a reason he dropped out of high school- Blake was notoriously poor at maintaining attention for long periods of time, with "long periods" being defined for him as anything longer than about 5 minutes on a good day. This 5 minutes was shortened when the speaker was talking about something that didn't interest Blake in the slightest. Furthermore, the effect of him being poisoned by a plant monster didn't really help his mental state (he had only been discharged from HERO One's hospital bay a few days ago). With that said, Blake only managed to catch Hugo's first sentence before his brain decided to abort Operation Awake, and before long Blake's head was hung in front of him, his eyes closed, asleep.

The rest of the presentation zoomed by Blake's inattentive brain as he snoozed through the entirety of the presentation. He only awoke upon hearing what sounded like a chorus of "oohs", and he opened to his eyes to see that all the eyes on the room were on Brie for some reason. Putting the pieces together quickly, he figured that Powers had said something involving Brianna, probably criticizing her for some sort of destruction or something. Hmmph, maybe he should've stayed awake after all.

Blake hated to leave his friend in the Wrath of Powers, but he feared that he had nothing to help her with, and that getting involved would only invoke the Wrath of Powers on him as well, so when the Director howled at the assembled heroes to scatter, Blake did so. As he waited in line for the elevators (one of the downsides of forcing 200+ people into one place), he took out his phone and shot out a text message to Angelica, his date.

hey Angie :) :) :)
meet me in the common room?
thinking of going somewhere l8er, maybe with other guys? lmk what u want
missed u xoxo

He tapped the 'Send' message as he stepped into the elevator, riding it down to the second floor, where he stepped out into the common room, waiting. He scratched gingerly at the bandages that were still wrapped around his neck. He had no hero duties for the day, and hoped that Angie was just as free as he was. If not her, at least somebody was free as he was. Having spent the past few days alone and doing nothing of substance in the hospital, Blake had no intentions of spending today doing the same, especially after being forced to waste the brunt of his morning coming down to HERO One for this stupid presentation anyway.

@datadogie

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Hugo shook his head as Brie began to spout excuses at him like a machine. "Shut the hell up and come with me," he said with a hiss as he guided her away from the men in black into a back room. The back room was not very spacious and seemed to be some sort of electrical room, with several large boxes that were glowing slightly and hooked up with wires sitting propped up against the wall. Hugo closed the door once Brie entered, looking down at her.

"Before you ask, no, you're not getting fired," he said with his trademark scowl as he grabbed a manila file from the top of one of the electrical boxes. "As you can see, ICOSA is all up my ass after the Ambleweeds thing. Those dopey agents are watching me to make sure I don't inspire violent rebellion against them or some shit. It's all ridiculous. They don't even want me sending heroes out on 'dangerous' missions in case there's more damage. Unbelievable," he said with clear irritation in his tone.

Hugo waved the manila file in front of Brie. "Unfortunately, I can't send one of my more high-profile heroes out to deal with this, so I've opted to send one of the heroes with the least amount of unwanted attention on this. This isn't kiddie shit anymore, but I think you can handle it." He extended the file towards B. "Vinnie 'The Veteran' Gugliano. He's always been a pain in my ass, sometimes literally, and after the Ambleweeds incident he's gotten ballsy as fuck. Two heroes that were moving on patrol near Lower Brookside have vanished in the last week and I know this motherfucker is behind it. If ICOSA won't let me sanction an official operation, we'll do it behind-the-books then."

His irked features stared down at Brie. "Against my better judgement, I'm putting you in charge of this secret operation. Find out where those heroes are and what the fuck Gugliano is up to. All the materials you need should, or at least, all the materials we have, are in that file, so don't lose it." He looked down at her, his stern gaze softening a bit.

"I know that you know criminals, you know Brookside, and you have street smarts for days. Even though I have to bail you and your little crew's asses out of prison every god damn week, you guys have good hearts." He paused for a moment, his stone-cold face looking tender for a moment, before the old Hugo came back. "You can assemble whatever sort of 'infiltration team' you want here, I don't give a shit, just don't tell anybody you don't trust or plan on dragging into this mess about it. Especially..." He then mouthed the words 'the Wings of Law.' "Right now, only you, me, and Christina know about this. I don't want this greedy bastards in on this shit, because you know fuckers like them will go crying to ICOSA once they hear about it." Powers gave her a nod, before turning towards the door.

"Last thing, don't get your ass killed," he said in the least emotional way possible, before walking out of the electrical room and away, probably to book a flight to France or something.

@Danvers

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Chapter Two

On the Waterfront

Vinnie "the Vet" Gugliano was the king of Watervale, undisputed. The Gugliano crime family already existed before Vinnie took the reigns, having been started under Sicilian immigrant Luciano "Wiseman" Gugliano and expanded further under Gianluigi "Five Fingers" Gugliano. Vinnie, the grandson of Luciano and a veteran himself, took the reigns at the humble age of 23, having returned from combat in Afghanistan alongside others including the legendary Hugo Powers. "The Veteran" Gugliano wanted more than what was in front of him, and so he began bringing his military discipline and ruthless attitude into the family business of crime. It worked. Before Vinnie, the Guglianos were the third strongest family behind the warring Petruchio family and Colombo family. Vinnie organized an ambush on the Colombo family and then single-handedly took out all the Petruchios. In the span of one week, the Guglianos went from a relatively small group of criminals to the strongest criminal enterprise in all of Watervale.

Vinnie continued to expand his family's influence, though. With the help of his consigliere and trusted advisor Emilio "The Gent" Ranucci, Vinnie controlled a massive extortion racket that ran throughout all of Watervale. Any business that wanted to stay open had to pay up to the Guglianos, or they would strangely find their entire residence torched. Vinnie then moved to other lucrative enterprises, beginning a massive illegal market for weapons and drugs that runs across the entire city. If you're taking a part in any sort of illegal activity, odds are, Vinnie is getting a fraction of the proceeds.

Of course, H.E.R.O. has tried to stop Vinnie, but Vinnie is smart enough to know how to deal with heroes, and has quite a large amount of blood on his ledger. He knows that for his business to keep afloat, he has to spend a pretty penny on protection. This strategy has thus far worked very effectively, with Vinnie employing some of the top mercenaries and bodyguards in the business and even other villains to help keep the Guglianos at the top spot. Worse comes to worse, Vinnie deals with things himself.

Nobody ever wants Vinnie to deal with things himself, though. For their own sake.

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_{12:01 PM
Floor 4 Auditorium
HERO One
Savior's Island, Castleburg}

"I'm sure all of you are wondering why I've called you here today."

Hugo was standing in the front of the large auditorium that was kept on Floor 4 for large-scale meetings. There were many things off about this meeting. Firstly, the meeting itself. Very rarely were all of HERO's heroes called into one meeting room for a large-scale meeting. Normally there was a greater sense of autonomy there. Today, though, the entire room was jam-packed full of heroes. Nearly every hero the organization employed, with a couple missing individuals (Division X most prominently), were present in the one room, which, even though it was a large room, was still full shoulder-to-shoulder. This was one sign that something strange was up.

Secondly, stationed around the room were a couple of mysterious individuals all wearing suits and sunglasses. They looked like the Secret Service and stood, unmoving, at the corners of the room. HERO did not employ the Men in Black to guard their HQ, yet these individuals clearly had enough clearance to ascend past the first floor. This was another sign that something strange was up.

The third and last sign that something was wrong was Hugo's attire. Hugo typically was dressed in some sort of military garb, and when not in uniform, he would normally wear something casual, such as a polo shirt and jeans or a sweater or something that was not overly formal but not overly casual. Today, though, he was wearing a sleek black dinner suit, with a black jacket, slacks, and tie, almost matching the attire of the mysterious Men in Black scattered across the room. Hugo did not normally wear suits, so this was something strange indeed.

Hugo coughed loudly into a microphone headset he had on, his voice resonating across the auditorium's speaker system. "Hello to all of you. Hopefully your Monday has so far been tolerable," he said, looking around. "I've called all of you here today to discuss something that occurred a week ago that I need to bring to your attention."

Hugo tapped a very small remote that he was holding in his hand, and suddenly the large screen behind him turned alight, depicting a destroyed building that was tattered in vines. "One week ago Castleburg saw a large invasion of Ambleweeds across the city. We were able to assess that they were being generated by the plant-based villainess Greenhouse." He tapped his remote again to show an old lady, the type you'd expect to see at a Bingo game and not destroying the city, onscreen. "HERO responded to this by dispatching as many heroes as possible to fight the Ambleweeds. While the Ambleweed invasion was successfully dispersed, there was a great deal of damage done to the city, and Greenhouse was able to evade capture."

Hugo tapped his little remote a few times, flicking through several slides that depicted streets that were crushed, buildings that were damaged and/or burnt to cinders and/or totally collapsed. "We were able to assess that HERO's employees did approximately 7.6 billion dollars in infrastructural damages. Furthermore, while all civilian casualties were averted, we did have to pay significant amounts to develop cures to several toxins that were ingested by 6 of our heroes throughout the course of the skirmish."

Hugo seemed to have a pained expression on his face as he flicked to the next slide. "In response to this and several other incidents in our recent past involving abuse of powers, ICOSA has decided to take action to help improve HERO's crime-fighting with what has been termed a 'Restorative Initiative.' ICOSA has dispatched heroes from across the globe to help guide HERO as supervisors. The first two will be arriving today. "

Hugo grunted like he was annoyed with this whole situation (which he was). "Hopefully this teaches you lot to cooperate a little better. In any case, I'm leaving for Paris today to attend an ICOSA council. I trust that you all won't give Christina a hard time while I'm gone," he said, glaring at the crowd, before giving his suit a tug to straighten it out, huffing as he did so. "Alright, that's all I have for now. You are all dismissed." Then, after a moment's hesitation, he added, "Except for Brianna Hart. I need to speak with you up here. Pronto." At this, there were a chorus of "oohs" as if the entire HERO roster had returned to elementary school, but they were quickly silenced by Hugo's glare. "I said you were dismissed! Now OUT!"

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

"You got that right," Blake mumbled as he scratched his neck. "Killjoy. Still, I guess he's got all the science there under wraps. I can't do that for shit. I got a 46 average in chemistry, anyway," he rambled as he looked around the area. "Maybe we should put a pause on the regular Ambleweeds...I think I might've find the source of the problem," Blake said as he pointed at the plant-covered apartment building. On top of the building was what appeared to be a large mech of some sort, albeit one composed entirely of plant matter. Inside the biological armor was some type of old lady. Blake was not normally the type to espouse attacks on old ladies, but judging by the fact that this old lady seemed to be commanding the Ambleweeds from inside armor composed of Ambleweed-like materials, it seemed that this old lady was the cause of a lot of the city's problems. Which meant that this old lady was a villain, and she had to go.

"Cover me," Blake said simply as he sent two blasts of fire into the ground, launching himself upwards, over scores of Ambleweeds, and towards the old lady. Fire built up in his hands as he eyed the plant villainess. After a few moments of concentration, as Blake began to launch downwards towards the pavement, he unleashed a furious blast of fire. At the distance he was from the old lady, even a drunk could have hit the old lady with a baseball, but for some odd reason Blake's attack veered wildly off-course, sending a massive blast of fire careening into an apartment building, flames engulfing the entirety of the structure. Luckily there was nobody in there. Well, hopefully, at any rate.

Blake landed awkwardly in front of the old lady, who chuckled as she lifted a vine-covered arm back. "Such a daring little hero," she mused as she balled up a fist. "Anything you'd like to say before Greenhouse sends you to bed?"

Blake was swaying unevenly like he was loaded on alcohol, and his eyes seemed to be unfocused, but clearly this 'Greenhouse' was not much of a fighter. He lifted both his palms uncertainly, muttered "go to hell," and then unleashed a blast of fire directly at her with full-force, sending the old lady flying backwards at high speeds, her viny exoskeleton burnt to a crisp as she slammed into an apartment building, leaving a large crater in the wall. Again, hopefully nobody was in there.

The old lady realized that she was screwed, and though she hated to leave her work behind, had no choice. The vines wrapped around her body retreated as the old lady did the classic move of "running away at full speed." As she ran, all across the city, Ambleweeds began to wilt like they had just taken a load of pesticides and began to fall on their own accord, disintegrating rapidly. It seemed as though the fight was won on that regard.

Normally, Greenhouse would have been an easy target for Firebird to apprehend, especially with his solid range on his abilities and her slow running speed. Unfortunately, Firebird was starting to feel the effects of the needle that had managed to sneak its way into his neck. After swaying uncertainly a couple more times, Blake moaned before falling flat on his back, his eyes closed. He moaned as his world turned to black.

[ Transmission End. ]

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

Alrighty, my two kids are here! Can't wait to hear what you guys think! :D

Murmur

Eliza Alexander || “Murmur” || Female || Sixteen (01/17) || C+ Class Hero || Color Code c3bbc9

Nicknames - “Ellie” is one favored by her friends. “Mumble” sometimes, when she’s struggling with her words.

Physique - Eliza would best be described to be of an average or perhaps slightly thin frame, with little by way of muscle. She’s quite short, standing about 4’9” on her bare feet, though when out and about she wears platform boots for an extra couple of inches. Her hair is cut in a short, layered bob, just barely skimming her jaw, with an overgrown fringe that constantly falls in her eyes. Most of her hair is dyed black at the moment, with thin purple highlights throughout and a thick purple stripe in her bangs. Her eyes are grey and notably wide, flitting around and focusing on hundreds of things at once.

She dresses in a way that some might consider softly intimidating – lots of black, accessorized with chokers, studded belts, and layered bracelets on both wrists. She will often be seen in some combination of tights and short skirts, layered tops, an oversized hoodie (at the moment her favorite is black, with embroidered silver music notes detailing the collar and pockets) and platform boots. For missions, she dons a much more practical all black outfit, swapping her signature boots out for ballet flats – less audible, and better to run in.
Always on her person, though usually around her neck, is a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. They’re usually plugged into her phone and playing some sort of instrumental music – classical crossover is her go-to, or else ambient video game soundtracks. She has sensory issues and self-regulates using them. She often also has her violin case.

Blood Type - O-

Occupation - Hero, high school student, youth orchestra member.

Affiliation - H. E. R. O.

Personality - Contrary to her somewhat standoffish appearance, Eliza is a total sweetheart who loves to make friends. She’s often fairly daydreamy, spaced-out at the best of times, and so some might describe her as ditzy. Notably, she seems unable to make eye contact for more than a few seconds. Quite forgetful, she’s prone to trail off in the middle of sentences, distracted by something in her own thoughts; the easiest way to bring her back is to mention her special interests – at the moment, she absolutely adores street fashion, and she’s always loved music history. Get her talking about something she cares about, and though she’s soft-spoken, you’ll find it hard to get a word in edgewise. She does have a speech impediment, which several years of speech therapy has struggled to fix, and it gets worse when she’s excited, or especially nervous.

Eliza has a particular fondness for any sort of animal, and especially for young children as well. She’s often curious about the world, and she loves exploring new places. She can sometimes be a bit of a troublemaker, though she means no harm by it and would never damage anyone’s property for her pranks. In that regard, some would say she’s hyper-empathetic, though she often struggles to express that she understands and on some level feels the pain of people around her – she hates to cause any more suffering. She’s very visually expressive, with somewhat overexaggerated reactions to a lot of things, and she cries easily; verbally expressing and discussing emotions has never come naturally to her, however.

Backstory - Eliza comes from a line of illusion-related superheroes on both sides of her family; her father still works for HERO, though disabilities from repeated injury have left him as a desk-working administrative type. Her mother retired early to raise her and her sister. For the most part, she’s had a pretty uneventful childhood, going to a good school and living in a good neighborhood in the city for most of it.

She’s always wanted to be a superhero, and follow in the line of her parents – the running joke when she was little was that she had to get a job when she turned sixteen, like normal kids did – so she applied to HERO, on a part time basis. It’s only supposed to be around her school and orchestra obligations, though even in her few months of employment she’s had to miss school a few times. Her parents aren’t so happy about that one, but she’s mostly able to keep her grades up despite it.

She’s taken violin lessons since she was tiny and has been in orchestra since fifth grade. She’s quite good at her instrument, but since a particularly embarrassing episode of her life finds it very difficult to remain visible while she plays. This, the most embarrassing moment of her life, was when she was thirteen – she had a solo during the last concert of her eighth-grade year. Everything seemed like it was going to go brilliantly, but as soon as she got on stage, she found she could remember nothing.

In her embarrassed panic, she turned invisible and fled, running away and hiding from what turned into a missing child search… for two days. HERO agents ultimately discovered her and returned her to her family.
Returning after that was hard; facing her classmates and teachers was harder. It was the first public demonstration of her abilities, and there was some considerable backlash from the other students. She was glad to put that behind her when she transferred for high school; she deliberately begged to go to a different school than her old classmates did. Her parents thankfully agreed, and she’s been able to turn over a new leaf and for the most part divorce her daily life from her superhero moonlighting.

Power - Wind’s Whisper – Invisibility.

A fanciful name coined by her sister, Eliza’s power is actually much simpler than that. She can make herself, and any object that is only in contact with her body (for instance her clothes, or her violin if she’s holding it), invisible in the visible light spectrum. She cannot become weightless or make herself intangible, it’s purely that her body becomes invisible. When she is invisible, she does not leave a shadow. She is still detectable by heat or by x-ray. Furthermore, sounds she makes can still lead to her detection – breathing and footsteps are still audible. Regarding duration, she’s able to stay continuously invisible for up to about twelve hours, though the fatigue that it causes her is such that she won’t be able to do it again for several days of recovery. Switching from visible to invisible takes more effort than maintaining one or the other.

Other Notes - She is autistic; she was diagnosed at the age of seven.

Wish

Angelica Alexander || “Wish” || Female || Twenty-One (08/20) || D Class Hero || Color Code 9ed7db

Nicknames: She usually doesn’t give a nickname for her given name; particularly stubborn sorts like her sister call her Angie. Occasionally, teasingly, she’ll be called Wishbone as a play on her hero name.

Physique: Angelica is of slightly short stature, around five feet, three inches. She has some muscle definition and is what most would consider “fit”; some might describe her as being busty, but some might also be slapped for it. Her hair is quite long and curly, a rich black in color (it’s dyed; she spends a lot of time and money on its upkeep). Her pale skin is accentuated with a healthy blend of peachy blush across her cheeks and the tip of her nose, and her highlighter is always on point; her steel-grey eyes are emphasized further by thick, precisely winged eyeliner. She dresses simply and stylishly, favoring clothes that are easy to run or fight in, should the need for that arise. She prides herself on her well-manicured wardrobe, and her well-manicured hands; she’s always perfectly well-dressed and professional.

It’s a lot of work for someone whose natural appearance is often unseen.

Blood Type:
O-

Occupation:
Full-time hero.

Affiliation:
H. E. R. O.

Personality: Some would say that Angelica is too proper for her own good. She takes herself very seriously; one need only look at her to confirm that. She’s courteous to everyone, if a little bit overly formal most times. Regarding what she actually does with HERO, she’s very secretive – to be honest, she’s very secretive with basically everything about herself. Even the people she’d call her dearest friends struggle to pinpoint anything about her history or her opinions of people. She’s got a bit of a reputation as a backstabber; slander, blackmail, and other such things are never out of her arsenal of tricks if someone behaves recklessly on a mission – not that she’d publicly admit to such behaviors, of course.

Beyond this, she's a bit of a romantic; she still has an idealized view of the world and of her own, and everyone else's, importance to it. She truly believes they'll be able to make it a better place. She’s a bit of a bitch, though. It should be noted that she is bitterly jealous of the fact that her younger sister's power was classed higher than her own was. She’s loyal to the organization and frustrated by her lack of success; she feels as though she is much more important than she’s actually given credit for. Where is everyone else’s sense of subtlety?!

Backstory: Much like her sister, Angelica lived a very normal life. She was the first child, so rules were a little stricter; she had to graduate high school, and either go to college or become a full-time hero. It wasn't a choice for her - both her mother and father had had long careers as superheroes. Her mother outright said that she wished she could go back to work, and probably would, if it wasn't for Eliza at home.

Angelica became, to some extent, her mother's wish fulfillment. They had very similar powers, after all, and Angelica eventually was placed into a similar oversight/damage control role as her mother had been; she's worked in the organization for three years, but is very frustrated by her inability to advance. She's just as powerful as - and has considerably better control than - a lot of these whelps, so... why hasn't she been given a riskier placement?
Power:
Heart’s Desire – manipulation of aesthetic perception.

Angelica is able to manipulate people's perception of her appearance based on what they most want her to be. She's not aware of the changes that the person perceives, or what trait they wish for her to fulfill, however.

Details such as her hair color and style, eye color, face shape, and wardrobe are perceived to change, though her stature does not and her figure only slightly. It's important to note that she doesn't physically change, only the perception that others have of her - When she uses her power, four different people can all be talking to her simultaneously and have different ideas of what she looks like. It does not affect the sound of her voice, nor does it affect her appearance in photographs. It does affect people's memories; however they perceived her is how they will continue to perceive her in their memory, and it can be jarring if she forgets to engage the power the next time she meets the individual. Or incredibly helpful, depending on application...

She can choose when people see this, though people can be aware of the changes should she consciously engage it after they start interacting. She becomes fatigued if she keeps the power passively engaged for more than a few hours out of a normal day, and the more people she keeps it engaged for, the less she can focus on anything else and the quicker she tires out. She can keep it engaged for a medium group of people, like a school classroom, for about an hour before she must rest.

@Amethyst

Very interesting abilities and very interesting characters! Welcome aboard!

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Hey!! So I know this is marked as “full” but Canary’s been gushing about it for days in one of my discord servers, and it looks super interesting! Would it be possible for me to join still?

@Amethyst

Sure! I can always squeeze a little more room :p