Hitman

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Iguanosaurs were not pleasant creatures to deal with. Tall, scaly, and a pain in the ass with the acid blasts. Blake stepped back as the creature reared its ugly head, feeling the heat build up around his palms as he prepared to blast the creature into oblivion. Jamie, however, also had a similar plan, lobbing a concussive blast at the creature with intent to blow it to smithereens. Had the blast made contact, the job would’ve been as good as over, but Jamie’s blast ended up turning a nearby fence into smithereens instead, forcing Blake to think of a new plan.

Unfortunately, Blake was not an incredible strategist, but he did know that if the Iguanosaur stopped moving, Jamie could literally turn it inside out. Blake also knew that Iguanosaurs used legs to move, and that if it had no more legs, it would stop moving. So Blake set about that immediately, lobbing a few fireballs directly at the beast’s legs. The creature staggered as the fire singed its legs, causing it to stagger. Blake then shot two beams of fire from each hand into the ground, causing him to propel upwards.

Blake unfortunately lacked the ability to fly like Tom did, but the fire launched him up high enough for him to see quite far. After losing focus for a moment, watching some pigeons fly above and looking out at the neat rows of suburban housing, he snapped back to reality as he began to plummet back towards the Earth. After flapping his wings like an idiot for a moment, he slowed his fall by firing another twin beam of fire into the ground, causing him to land directly in front of the Iguanosaur.

”Freeze!” Blake shouted, firing two blasts of fire directly at the Iguanosaur and ignoring all the irony in his statement. He managed to land the point-blank assault, causing the creature to wheel back in pain. Blake grinned. ”Thought you could escape, but you didn’t anticipate that, you fat lizard! He lifted his arms to prepare another blast, with the expectation the Iguanosaur would either cower or run in the other direction back towards Jamie and Felix. What he did not expect, stupidly, was for the creature to actually fight.

Which is precisely what it did, swinging a heavy clawed hand down into Blake’s shoulder and sending him face first into some dirt and weeds, before continuing to scamper along.

”Ouch,” Blake moaned, slowly removing his face from the dirt. The hit had drawn some blood, but he wasn’t too badly hurt, though he was very dizzy from being roughly thrown into the dirty by the large lizard thing. He slowly got his bearings. Hopefully, his reckless assault had slowed the creature down enough for Jamie and Felix to do some magic of their own.

@Ryteb Pymeroce@canaryrose

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Grace’s reception at the club seemed a bit frosty. She hadn’t expected it to be a hug-filled reunion with intense sobbing or anything, but she didn’t have to be a quantum physics major to know something was up (and as it happened, she was a quantum physics major anyway). She waved at Brie as she spoke. Note to self, avoid Brookside at all costs. The next statement she made, the one describing their plan, and the one Grace was most definitely listening in on, was much more interesting, or for Grace, concerning. She had read up on some of Castleburg’s more reputable characters, and Vinnie Gugliano and his crime family was near the top of the list. HERO was most definitely not authorized recently to deal with him, especially with the Director being away.

Either way, she decided that she would wait to act, so she watched as the group entered the shady establishment and, with still no direction of where to go and what to do, followed them in.

The bar was loud as all hell, and very shady. Grace looked around to see a whole bunch of characters. This certainly was not a reputable establishment in any sort of good ways. Before she could really get a good look at the place, she was pulled aside roughly into an alcove in the corner of the room.

Grace was about to break Patricia’s advice and start fighting when she realized the person getting handsy with her was Patricia. She blinked as Patricia began to talk.

"Listen, Grace," Patricia had whispered to her, still holding onto her arm as tight as a vice grip, unsmiling. "We're on a... an operation, right now. Something really, really important. Classified, too. You need to stay out of the way. Go find something else to do, get a drink or... something, and when we're done we'll help you get back to your hotel. Got it?"

”Patti-” Grace began, but Patricia was gone as soon as she came. Grace sighed. She would play dumb for now, but she had no plan of sitting stupidly on the sidelines as these people went about on their mission. Regardless of whether or not she knew them well or not, she was a her too, and she damn well was going to help, whether she was wanted or not.

She sat down on a barstool and watched closely as Patricia walked over and promptly bumped into another mobster-looking man. He had greying silver hair, slicked back and curled at the end. His skin was olive and discolored, with patches of brown scattered across his face, maybe some sort of scarring or disease or something. He had fat lips and a fatter chin that looked square and thick.His body was not fat but certainly not in-shape, his face and figure quite chubby. In summation, he looked very ugly and very unappealing. The only thing about him that was remotely attractive was the fact that he oozed money and power, which for some people overlaid the person beneath.

To Grace, the man was just a standard criminal pig, and she had no doubt from her limited interactions thus far that Patricia thought so too, but she was certainly acting otherwise.

What Grace did not know was that this man was Martino Bernadino, Vinnie’s wife’s older brother and the head of Gugliano operations in Brookside. Bernadino was a skilled brawler but his skill in business was limited, or at the very least, his skill in saving money was very limited. Martino was known to blow out money at poker games frequently, and this seemed to be no exception.

Martino leaned in to Patricia, admiring what he saw, and took the wallet from her. “No problem, dearie,” he said, the dust floating off from the wallet like magic. He pocketed it. “Well, there is one thing you can do to make it up to me,” he said. “After I’m done with a few hands of poker, here, the big bossman is calling a meeting down in Watervale and a date would be lovely. Whaddya say, sugar plum?” He grinned at her, revealing two missing teeth and a mouth that made a dentist ask for a raise.

Grace wanted nothing more than to drop this man directly to Death Valley to wilt, but she suspected this was part of Patricia’s plan, so she held her tongue (and powers) for now. This was a really terrible plan, though...

@canaryrose@Danvers@Amethyst@KaijuBaragon

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Vinnie Gugliano

Will’s plan for escape was likely ruined as three suited men walked over to the front of the compound. Two of them were holding assault rifles, and the third, a wizened old man with grey hair and some sort of strange prosthetic tongue. The man chuckled. “Nice job, Midas. The boss has already wired the money to your account,” he said, while turning to inspect Will thoroughly. “Sick him, boys.”

One of the men had removed a silver syringe and jabbed it right into Will’s neck. The syringe was full of, of course, liquid isolene, enough that would knock out his powers for a while and also make him feel really dizzy. The goons, though, were not very catering towards Will’s condition, and forced him along, prodding him with their weapons whenever he slowed down. The older man, whom the observant would recognize as consigliere Emilio Ranucci, chuckled as they walked. “You’re a tall one for sure,” he said, walking alongside Will- Ranucci was a solid 4 inches (10 cm) shorter than Will. “And you look like a nice guy. I hate for this to happen to you, truly, but hey, that’s business for you, huh?” He playfully punched will in the shoulder. "No hard feelings, I hope."

The men had escorted poor Will across the garden pathway over to the manor itself, and with a word with the doorman in quick Italian, the front door was open, revealing a beautiful villa. Will was not allowed to explore the villa much, though as he was quickly guided down a hall into a small barren holding room, with only a single desk drawer and a rug present, no windows or anything like that. It overall seemed to be a very bland, very boring room indeed- perfect for holding prisoners or other unwanteds.

The goons roughly sat Will down on the floor, and Emilio quickly squatted down, removing Will’s phone from his pocket. “Here’s the rule,” Emilio said with a grin. “You’re going to sit here like a good boy and not make a fuss. If you do that until we come back for you, we might take off those nasty ropes for a little while. If you misbehave, make noises, try to get out- which you can’t- you’ll be punished badly. If you do what we say though, and be a good little hero, you might even live! Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Emilio didn’t wait for an answer. “Well, have fun. The floor is comfy if you want a nap,” he advised, before exiting the room. The reinforced oak door slammed shut behind him, a sound of the deadbolt being locked resonating through the room a second later.

@Infinite Cosmos

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

Blake sat contently in the car as Jamie drove to where the lizard was last seen on Passenger Island. It wasn't exactly his dream vehicle, but at the same time, he couldn't drive, so he couldn't exactly complain about the ride nor the condition of the ride. Anyway, Blake had imagined Jamie's car being much worse, so while the dump that he was currently sitting in was far from ideal, it was also far from his worst nightmares.

As the car came to a halt, Blake also stepped out, looking for the Iguanosaur, but alas, there was nothing there. Blake knew that Jamie's tactics would probably not work out too well for them, but fortunately, Felix also happened to be a human bloodhound ("wasn't he part fox, though? can foxes do that?") and quickly pointed out the direction of where the Iguanosaur had went. Blake didn't need to be told twice, immediately running in the direction that Felix had pointed. This involved crossing through somebody's vegetable garden, which Blake carefully hopped over, but Blake could care less about their (now-squished) garden of iceberg lettuce. There were dinosaur-monster things to be caught. He would pay for the lettuce later. If they asked, at any rate.

After a trek through a couple more gardens, Blake found the Iguanosaur- or rather, he found where the Iguanosaur had definitely once been. There was several large sizzling holes in the sidewalk and the dirt, and one burnt into a wall. Green bubbles had formed in the pockets of the holes. Acid. The trademark of an iguanosaur.

"This way, guys," Blake surmised, following the acid pockets like a detective would follow footsteps. As he ran past a few small houses, jogging through some shrubs, he stopped. "Huh..." he muttered, as he walked into what appeared to be somebody's backyard. "Looks like the trail ends...THERE!"

Blake pointed at a pair of reptilian golden eyes in a giant bush with one hand as a fireball began to form in his other hand. "GET IT!" Blake shouted as he lobbed a fireball directly into the shrub. The bush was burnt to smithereens, but the Iguanosaur only seemed to be mildly pissed. The creature leaped out, standing at 6'10", with emerald green skin and a blue frill around its neck.

The creature roared at the stranger. It was meal time.
@Ryteb Pymeroce@canaryrose

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Grace got the text back and read it quickly. Just her luck that she got stuck in the crime-infested part of Castleburg, huh? Well, Grace had no intentions of getting into a fight now, especially with some sort of gang, so she did what Patricia had said, locking her car doors and hiding her valuables in the glove compartments, though there really wasn't much to hide. Grace hadn't taken all that many of her valuables with her. She quickly sent a text back to Patricia-

thx ur the best

grace0311

About 5 minutes of crippling fear later, Grace saw Patricia pull up and decided it was safe enough to emerge. She stepped out of the rental, looking over at the group. She was wearing a black crop-top and a matching skirt, and was adorned in a navy overcoat. She looked over at the group, waving shyly, before walking over to Patricia.

"Thanks again. What's the look for? Hot date? Grace asked quietly as she examined the group. She recalled Brie and Tom from Chick-Fil-A, but there was another girl there with dark hair whose name she couldn't quite recall. She shrugged as she looked back to Patricia. "This seems like a terrible place to go on a hot date."

@canaryrose@Danvers@Amethyst@KaijuBaragon

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

Villain Profile: The Guglianos

The following information is H.E.R.O. Classified Intel. Any unauthorized personel found in possession of this document will be prosecuted.

Vinnie "the Vet" Gugliano is the leader of Watervale's Gugliano crime family, one of the most notorious crime families in the entire city.

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. Vinnie has a long list of feats to his name, including-

-He fought rhino in the Brookside Zoo with a baseball bat. And won.
-He raided the Petrucio crime family's Watervale hideout alone, armed with nothing but a hatchet and two pizza boxes taped together to create a crude shield. If you're wondering who the Petrucio crime family is, that's because he killed them all.
-He keeps multiple Man's Worst Enemies as pets.
-He keeps a Swampjaws as a pet.
-He once executed an enemy with a paintbrush.
-He once executed another enemy with a pair of safety scissors.
-He traveled to Japan to learn the art of swordsmanship from a band of villainous ninjas, got bored, and promptly killed them all with their own sword after only 20 minutes of actual training.
-Despite having eaten a massive steak for 4 and having been drugged with barbiturates and stabbed in the back, he managed to defeat an entire room of 6 professional assassins
-He defeated a total of 32 heroes, more than half of them B+ or above, in one-on-one combat alone.
-He defeated Hugo Powers in a 1v1 fistfight atop a tightrope in Watervale, though unlike the other 32 heroes, he managed to survive.

Vinnie's power has been titled Rejuvenate. Vinnie is capable of repairing damage to any part of his body outside of the essential organs with mild ease. Outside of this low-tier power, though, Vinnie is also inhumanly strong, insanely resilient, and perhaps most importantly, just plain crazy.

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Vinnie Gugliano himself is classified as an A tier threat. His immense strength and ability to generate makes him a formidable foe in one-on-one combat. However, Vinnie Gugliano has no powers that make him effective in distance combat, though the Guglianos possess a load of firearms in their possession. Gugliano also has no formal martial-arts training, relying heavily on the brawling techniques he was raised on, along with pure strength. Lastly, stolen doctor's exams suggest that Vinnie Gugliano has severe anaphylaxis towards bee stings; however, to provide a tough-guy image of himself, reports suggest he does not carry an epi-pen with him. His manor grounds are regularly pruned for any sort of bees to prevent a severe allergic reaction from taking place

Vinnie Gugliano has a wife named Alessandra Gugliano (nee Petruchio) that is believed to have some sort of healing-based power. All reports indicate she is not an actual participant in the Gugliano crime ring and simply serves as a trophy wife for Vinnie Gugliano.

Vinnie Gugliano has three sons. His eldest son, Salvatore "Sal" "Gunman" Alberto Gugliano, works as his underboss and is Vinnie's best enforcer. Sal is believed to have a version of Vinnie's regenerative powers, and although it is to a lesser extent than his father's, he is still a formidable hand-to-hand combatant and is ranked at a B+ tier. His second son, Thomas "Tommy" "Pretty Boy" Matteo Gugliano, serves as Vinnie's head of finances as well as his top infiltrator. His power is believed to be revolved around lip contact, through which he can do a myriad of activities, such as mind-reading, healing, and minor emotional manipulation. While Tommy is not as brutal in hand-to-hand as Vinnie or Sal, he is believed to be trained in martial arts and is a more than capable fighter. He is ranked at a C- Tier. His last son, Bruno Fabrizio Gugliano, was tested at birth to have no powers, and so Vinnie threw him into the buffalo enclosure at a local zoo. The third son's body was never recovered as was presumed by authorities to have been maimed to death.

Vinnie's consigliere and top advisor is a man named Emilio "The Gent" Ranucci. Emilio Ranucci had a power based on hypnosis through speech, but a run-in with Blade led to his entire tongue being cut out, which destroyed his ability to use his power. While rarely working in combat any more, Ranucci was fitted for a silver prosthetic tongue that allows him to use his power to a weaker extent. Though in his 60s, he is still well-suited for hand-to-hand, having trained under several martial arts teachers, and is a capable fighter. While prior to the incident he was ranked at a B+, he has since been re-evaluated to a D+ tier.

Vinnie's Brookside caporegime and regional enforcer there is a man named Martino Gaetano Bernadino, Vinnie's brother-in-law. Martino has some sort of geokinetic powers that rank at a B+, and he is known as a very capable combatant for heroes, but phone tap conversations reveal that while Martino is very loyal, he is also very reckless and irresponsible. Reports indicate that he frequently patronizes bars, strip clubs, and most commonly, gambling hotspots, where he tries his luck in poker, though he is also a notably big loser.

Vinnie is believed to be working with a teenage girl with black hair and red eyes. This girl is dangerous. Do not get close to her. She will kill you.

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In the past week, Vinnie has abducted 2 3 heroes as of yet. Their names are:

Polar Bear Cub, C- Tier, went missing on patrol in Watervale

The Titanic, C+ Tier, abducted after patronizing a bar in Watervale

Whispering Thunder, B- Tier, vanished after patronizing a cafe in Brookside, near Watervale

Their locations are unknown.

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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.

Good luck.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Somewhere Underground

Thundering Whisper awoke some point later, and he found himself sitting on a hard metal floor in the center of a medium-sized, empty room, like a small storage room in a warehouse. The memories began to flash back to him- the man in the coffee shop, the turncoat civilians, the lightning guns, all of it, coming back, and he quickly came to the realization that he was captured, most likely by the Guglianos. He was the 3rd victim of their kidnapping spree. He then scoffed as he realized that the only thing stopping him, the legendary Thundering Whisper, was a pair of metal doors. As he prepared to charge out of the room and give the silver tongue man a taste of his mind, he ran right into a wall.

As he fell back, confused, he looked up to see a glowing wall of lightning of some kind in front of him. The wall was made of some type of blue plasma-like substance and had sprouted out on all four sides around him, leaving him trapped in a sort of energy cage, all connecting to a slab of metal hanging from the ceiling above him. So it turned out whoever had abducted him (likely the Mafia) was not stupid. Well, it was worth a shot anyway.

He heard a noise and turned to the source to see the doors to the room open, and a young girl walked in. Well, maybe not a young girl by normal standards, with the thin girl seemingly in her teens, but considering she was obviously operating with these Gugliano buffoons, she was quite young indeed. She had wavy black hair that fell to her shoulders, and piercing red eyes that seemed to cut through his soul. Outside of this eyes, though, the girl seemed like a pretty normal teen. The teen girl walked over, leaning it towards the energy cage, examining the hero inside.

"Ooh! A new hero! Father will be so pleased," the girl said, giggling as she put her hands in front of her mouth. Thundering Whisper observed the word 'Father' and came to the assumption she was the boss Gugliano's daughter. Strange, he didn't remember Vinnie Gugliano having a daughter...

"Listen, girl, you had better let me go. Or else you and everybody else you're working with will be so, so sorry."

The girl's response surprised him heavily, though. She simply shrugged, removed a remote control from her pocket, and said,"OK." She tapped a button and the energy walls went away. That easy.

"Try and escape," she said, watching him curiously, like a lab experiment.

Some would assume that this obvious trap was a trap, but Thundering Whisper did not. He took a deep breath and unleashed a furious howl. The howl, amplified by this power, sent a wave of bone-shattering sound launching forward, knocking over a shelve of boxes against the wall. However, the girl was faster, and managed to dodge out of the way.

"Oooh, very interesting power! Father will be content with this one for sure," she said, giggling.

Thundering Whisper grew angry- who did this girl think she was, dodging his power?- and he lunged at her, bringing his fist at high speed towards her face. Normally an attack from a well-built, experienced hero would be enough to knock somebody out and send them to the ground, but the girl simply blocked with her hand like it was nothing. Thundering Whisper blinked as the girl stared at him again, her gaze darkening.

"Naughty, naughty," she said as she held Thundering Whisper's hand midair. "Bad behavior will result in punishment." She raised her free hand, snapping her fingers, the sound echoing through the room ominously. "Good night, hero."

Thundering Whisper saw a red smoke emerge from the girl's body, and the red smoke or powder or whatever it was creeped through the air towards him. He tried to hold his breath, but it was too late, and as he took in the mysterious gas he began to feel terrible, like a virus was quickly destroying him from the inside. HE coughed heavily, hacking like a madman, as he fell to his knees, nausea overwhelming him as his brain started to shut down. The last thing he heard was the girl's soft but malicious giggling before his face hit the ground, and he was out stone-cold again.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Blake's phone dinged in response fairly quickly, and Blake looked down, seeing Jamie's choice. "Lizard, it is," he said as he reached over to the kiosk, tapping the pad swiftly. "Samantha, we'll take the lizard job, thanks," Blake said to the kiosk, and there was a ding throughout the whole hub as the job was subsequently locked. One of the other A-tier heroes in the Hub (Blake thought his name was Black Ice or something weird) audibly cursed and glared at Blale; Blake responded with two thumbs-up and hoped that Black Ice wasn't too mad. Not like he was a threat or anything. Fire and ice didn't tend to combine well, at least for the ice portion.

"Excellent. The details of the mission have been transferred to your cellular devices. Good luck and Godspeed."

"Thanks, Samantha," Blake said to nobody in particular, before leaning against the wall, waiting for Jamie to show up. Not too long after, she did, clad in her costume, a pretty cool bodysuit with a nice muddy color complexion that Blake had to admit suited Jamie well. Blake also had a costume, but it normally remained on his closet, collecting dust- he only wore it when the mission was a very high-profile mission and there were likely to be cameras rolling, in which case the costume helped when he was on national TV. Today, however, he was wearing a t-shirt, a light jacket, a pair of jeans, and Vans. He looked for all the world like a random skateboarding high-school kid (and to be fair, at heart, he was basically a random skateboaring high school kid).

Blake finished off his Coke and tossed it into the trash can across the room (a very impressive feat indeed). "Looking good, Jamester," he said as he stood up from against the wall. "Yep, picked that one. You should've gotten the details on your phone a minute or two ago. Big ol' Iguanosaur is rampaging around Passenger Island, we have to stop it, the normal stuff. Should be fun," he said, before he heard somebody else walk over. Felix, wearing some type of get-up from Mortal Kombat or something. He listened as Felix offered to join in the job. Blake didn't really want to split the money in three ways, but Felix's powers could come in handy against this creature, and also, Blake was too damn extroverted to say no to more people in the party.

"Uhh...sure thing, bud. But I don't think Iguanosaurs are that big?" Blake shrugged. "Whatever. Let's rumble! Jamie, you're driving."

Blake hummed happily as he walked down to Jamie's car. The ZCube One had just been released, and Blake had been saving money to get it. Hopefully this job, if everything went well, would give him the edge needed to buy it. He had destroyed his last ZCube after he had lost been cheated in a game of Ultra Bash Brothers (Tom definitely hacked the game) and he was looking forwards to getting a new one.

And also, the fight was going to be awesome.

@Ryteb Pymeroce@canaryrose

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It had been 10 minutes, and Grace Mok was already lost.

Not lost as in not exactly familiar here, lost as in I have no clue where I'm going and I need help now.

Everything had been going smoothly. The flight from Seoul to the LBJ International Airport had been smooth enough. Grace had watched that funny movie with the people with the vacuum cleaners that fought ghosts during the flight and had eaten probably too many bags of chips (she was thin enough to definitely afford to eat more, but she didn't think like that). It was all fine. The landing was perfect, her luggage was all good, and she had managed to get to her hotel without much difficulty using her rented car. However, Grace decided to get a little confident and was now driving through Castleburg, and within 10 minutes, she noticed the scenery had changed significantly. Gone were the tall skyscrapers and stunning sights that made up much of New Athens. Now Grace was somewhere strange, with brick buildings layered with graffiti and people who were eyeing her new-rented BMW eagerly. Grace did not know this part of Castleburg existed, and frankly did not like it one bit. Furthermore, her navigation app, Moodle Maps, was not working and was currently saying she was somewhere in Atlanta, which was obviously not the case. Grace was alone, and she definitely was not feeling good about that.

As she slowly drove the car down the narrow roads of Brookside, she became more and more nervous. Grace was not the type to show off her nerves, and as she steered her car down the road, she simply looked forwards. Eventually, though, as the neighborhoods did not improve, Grace's face began to get flustered, and that hit an apex as the road in front of her stopped into a large circle. A dead end.

Grace took a deep breath as she pulled the BMW into the circle, stepping out of the driver's seat. She reached for her cellphone, quickly scrolling through her contacts list. Somewhere in here, for sure, was somebody from Castleburg that could help...a-ha! Patricia Donnelly. Taking a deep breath, she quickly typed out a text to Patricia. She hadn't spoken to her since the whole Quizzical thing went down, but hopefully nothing had changed since then.

hey Patricia it's me Grace from the whole chickfila thing. im in castleburg somewhere and I made a wrong turn and I messed up and now I'm lost at this dead end in this really bad part of the city and i think some gang is following me

moodle maps is not working rn so if u could help me out pls??? i'm in front of some weird club i think 21 club? i dunno pls help me thx

grace0311

She didn't bother to read over the message or correct it before sending it. Grace liked knowing her enemy and knowing where she was at every given moment, so being lost scared her a bit. She took a deep breath before looking around at the area around her. Hopefully Patricia- or somebody- would be able to help.

@canaryrose

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The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

After some consideration, I've decided I won't be participating in this RP, but best of luck to everybody who's joined, this looks like it's going to be great.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Charlotte Reed

faceclaims!!!

Name
Charlotte Reed

Hero Name
Viceroy

Nicknames
Lottie, Smokie

Gender
Female

Ave
23

Date of Birth
21st June

Physique
Charlotte is 5’6 and weighs 123lbs. Her hair is long and thick and is a mixture of brown and auburn. Her skin has a rosy glow and she has a few freckles on her face.Her eyes are an interesting mixture of green blue and orange and ALWAYS have winged eyeliner on them . Large white feathered wings protrude from her back. She is just above average strength. On the back of her neck she has a tattoo of a Viceroy butterfly. Butterflies are her favourite animal.

Blood type
AB-

Occupation
Cashier in a local store. Hated it with a passion

Side
Charlotte is neutral are the moment, there’s good in her but at the moment she doesn’t really care for people all that much.

Affiliation
No one really. She’s a free spirit and answers to everyone but herself most of the time.

Tier
B

Personality
Lottie portrays herself as a bad bitch, needing no one to boss her about. Confident and independent she enjoys CONSTANTLY playing devils advocate with everyone and is unnecessary obnoxious just to get on peoples nerves. She enjoys the irony of looking like an angel but in reality being far from it... or so she likes to make people think.

Beneath the facade is perhaps a person that even she doesn’t know much about. One that is extremely emotional and caring with a strong ability to motivate others (despite not being able to motivate herself at all). Her angelic looks may eventually ring true to their prejudice if you really really work into her.

A passion of hers is fashion and she always makes a big effort to wear the most beautiful clothes possible. The majority of her income is spent on either clothes from the high street or on fabric that she uses to make her own outfits.
She smokes (EXCLUSIVELY VICEROY CIGARETTES)... quite a bit, making her voice a little less high than most women but it makes her unique.
She also LOVES flowers and often wears them in her hair. As well as her butterfly tattoo she also has a white rose on her upper thigh.
Backstory
Lottie was born in a small apartment to her mother, a 45 year old factory worker. Her mother had accidentally gotten herself pregnant, thinking she was too old. Unfortunately she technically was as due to an odd complication involving a pair of wings on her baby she passed whilst giving birth.

Lottie was raised by her 3 older brothers, the youngest being 20 at the time. Non of them had wings like she did. Whoever her father was he must’ve had the power. Being the only girl in the house wasn’t much of a struggle. She enjoyed roughhousing with her older siblings and she eventually ended up becoming an auntie, with her oldest brother having a child also.

As she grew older and matured it was also obvious that her father must’ve been attractive as Charlotte was far pretty than her mother and other family members. In school she mainly hung out with the skateboarders because she enjoyed riding and their company felt more meaningful. They did it because they had crushes on her but she looked beyond that. She had her first cigarette when she was 15 when causing trouble in a nearby skatepark. That was when she discovered the first full development of her powers. As she exhaled the smoke she was able to move it using her mind, manipulating it into all sorts of shapes and sizes. Upon further practice she began to understand that she had control of most of the particles in the air around her. She could create wind, pull water from the air and condense it. Though she hasn’t killed anyone she came close too when she got into an argument with her first and last boyfriend (for now) when she was 18. Using her powers she pulled the air from his lungs, causing him to suffocate. She stopped just before any major damage could be caused and felt awful, realising she didn’t really know the full extent of her powers and that she would never use them again in public.

Powers

Air Manipulation: Lottie can control all of the particles in the air as far as she can see. This has many uses in combat.
1. Creating large wind gusts, tornadoes etc
2. Moving particles of high energy to create electricity and lightning
3. Filling someone’s lungs with smoke and suffocating them
4. Taking all the air out of someone’s lungs
5. Filling someone’s lungs with water from the air and drowning them
6. Using pollution to make people ill
7. And a whole array of random shit
She does however not want to kill anyone even though her powers do facilitate that use

Weaknesses: Can only control one type of particle at a time, using the power is quite taxing on energy and overuse can cause awful migraines.

@LilSwifty

Overall, looks very good! A few very minute details to glance over, and you should be good to go.

• If you could maybe explain the development of the physical wings a little more? I see that she had it at birth, but it seems to go unnoticed for the rest of the bio. If you could describe that just in brief that would be good, whether it's "relentlessly bullied throughout childhood" or "people found it cool" or whatever.
• Your backstory kinda cuts off at 18. If you could add just a little bit about the fallout after this incident (how life is going on since, et cetera, et cetera) that would be great.
• Your powers are mostly good, but there are two that I am a bit concerned with, specifically 2 and 5. I think that these two veer out into other powers' territory a little too much, which I'm very much not sure about.

Outside of that, everything looks great! Love the character.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

As Blake waited for a response, he heard his phone ding, but from not Angelica, but Jamie. He read the text message request. Jamie wanted to on a job, hmm? Blake had been on some interesting adventures with Jamie for sure in the past, and while some of them had ended with him in the hospital, and some more of them ended with them both in jail, spending time with Jamie was pretty fun. After a brief period of pondering, he texted back to Jamie-

sure meet me at the hero hub in h1 we'll pick out a good job

Blake

Blake then entered the elevator, riding it up to the third floor, that being the Hero Hub. The Hero Hub was a large room that was normally bustling with activity but today was fairly tame, with only a few heroes moving about to claim jobs and such. After Blake swiped his HERO card to get a bottle of Coke from the vending machine, he walked over to one of the kiosks that lined the walls, which was in essence a tablet built in front of a large TV screen. Dangling from the side of the kiosk was a pair of earbuds, which Blake put in. He then pressed his palm against the cool glass screen, and then in his ears, a familiar woman's voice reverberated in Blake's ears.

"Greetings, Firebird."

"Hey, Samantha. Tell me the available missions for two people. A-tier and above."

"Affirmative." After a brief pause, Samantha spoke again, projecting images up on the TV screen. Up first on the screen was the exterior of a bank. "Mission one. Bank robbery in progress in East Flank Community Bank. It is after-hours, so there are no hostages, but immediate action to stop them is requested." The screen then flickered to an image of what appeared to be a dockside. "Mission two. Massive drug trade in progress on the East Flank harbor. A major Brookside and East Flank gang are trading what preliminary scans have revealed to be narcotics in large numbers." The screen flickered once more to reveal what looked to be a giant lizard-man. "Mission three. Iguanosaur spotted. Last seen on Passenger Island. Detainment or extermination requested before civilian casualties mount."

"Thank you kindly, Samantha. Give me a moment." Blake took out his phone again and texted Jamie, hoping that she had some type of voice recognition software in her car.

jobs rn are either stopping bank robbery, stopping drug trade, or stopping giant lizard. ur pick idrc

Blake

He sent the message, staring at his phone while he waited for a response. This would be fun.
@datadogie@canaryrose

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The Entertainers (Retro SoL)

Potential interest

《 H. E. R. O. 》

The Gugliano Compound

Vinnie Gugliano's face grew visibly annoyed as this man continued to talk. Who was this guy, anyway, thinking he could just mess with his employees so flippantly? Clearly this individual was cold as ice, a dangerous fellow to mess with, clearly unhinged. Part of Vinnie wanted to find this crazy man and pound him until his bones turned to dust, but another part of him, the more business-minded part of him, saw opportunity. Vinnie wasn't a big fan of plain crazy people, but he was a fan of crazy people that worked for money, specifically crazy people that worked for him, and while Johnny was certainly a loyal servant of the Guglianos for years, his lack of powers made him replaceable.

"Listen, buddy, there's no need for violence here," Vinnie said into the phone. "I think that we can work things out between the two of us, maybe make some conversation, do some business. There's no need for bombs or nothing like that. Two grown men, talking things out," he said, one hand keeping his phone to his ear while the other hand tapped a few buttons on his desk. These buttons signaled Ricardo, Vinnie's cousin and a skilled hacker, to start the tracking process.

"Alright, how's about we keep the bombing to a minimum here and focus on the talking? I like bombs as much as the next guy, don't get me wrong, but not when they're strapped to my guys. If this is all just a happy little accident, we can talk this through and make things work out. Following me?"

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