Hitman

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Spark Gal

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Spark Gal

"Just because they look cool, that doesn't mean my fireworks can burn like hell!"

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[ NAME ]

Elizabeth May Jackson

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Spark Gal

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Beth, Firefly, Sparklers, Mayday

[ AGE ]

20

[ GENDER ]

Female

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O. [Present]

Student of Kingsdale University [Present]

Barista at Starbunks [Former]

[ APPEARANCE ]

Beth stands 5'6 and likes to wear nothing but pink, glittery and feminine clothes that kinda look like she can be a singer of a teen pop group with her light blonde highlights of hers

Same goes to her hero outfit as well, with pink in her outfit supposed to represent fireworks while the black is the night sky

Hero Outfit

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

+ OUTGOING
+ ADVENTUROUS
+ SMART

- INSECURE
- BLUNT
- LOUD

[ BIO ]

Elizabeth May Jackson was born and raised in a town in East Flank with a professor father and an artist mother, you know, normal things, normal life....Well, except for Beth.

Beth show signs of her powers at a very young age, they were first discovered when young Beth got so excited for her six birthday, her hands start shooting out light-like fireworks from her hands and almost burn the house down (At least she got a Barbie doll...It was Malibu Barbie, she wanted a ballerina Barbie) Despite not being heroes themselves, Beth parents try to teach Beth to control her powers as the best as they can.

When middle school rolls around, Beth grades show that she is a pretty smart kid, especially in her science class but just like any nerdy kid, she was often alone and didn't have many friends and the only way to get some, is to change her looks and personality entirely. So Beth ditch her nerdy clothes, nerdy glasses and her nerdy mind and become a popular girl throughout middle school and high school!.....It wasn't fun as she thought up to be.

After Beth graduated, she got accepted to Kingsdale University and although she doesn't keep touch with her popular friends, she still feel pressured from society, so she keep still being a popular valley but she still join a chemistry class (girl loves science, what can she say?) In order to pay rent for her apartment, Beth decided to get a job and that job was....Starbunks!.....But after working there for five weeks with little pay, Beth realize that she has powers, she doesn't need to work at this dead end job! So she quit right on the spot and join HERO and it was the best decision of her life!

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Beth Sexuality is pansexual
She has a pet cat name Mimi
Beth has 1964 Ford Falcon, it use to belong to her father. She want a fancy car
Although she goes wear contacts, Beth still has her glasses

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

B+

[ POWERS ]

Pyrotechnic Projection

Beth has the ability to psychically generate and manipulate pure energy light, at will. She uses this in a form of colorful blasts that are akin to or resemble fireworks but instead are made up of intense light that is more of a searing effect to objects or people than an outright burn from fire when it “explodes”. Furthermore, she can psychically direct, bend, and distort some natural light which can be used for things such as invisibility or manipulating the properties of light (ie brightness and color). However, this takes up a lot of energy so after 5-10 blasts, it starts to wear her down and makes her feel weaker. There is a strain on her body if she bends natural light for too long so it is easier to do as needed or just from the angle someone is looking but this risks someone else showing up and seeing through the slight illusion, this also does not work at night as there is no natural lighting. She is especially weak against those with shadow powers to drown out the pure energy light, anyone immune to photokinesis, or has a reflect type ability.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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(4/10)

[ AGILITY ]
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(6/10)

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
■ ■ ■ ■ □ □ □ □ □ □
(4/10)

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ □ □ □
(7/10)

[ LETHALITY ]
■ ■ ■ □ □ □ □ □ □ □
(3/10)

[ ENDURANCE ]
■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ □ □ □
(7/10)

[ EFFICACY ]
■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ □ □ □ □
(6/10)

[ SKILLS ]

Expert Chemistry Skills

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Phone
Makeup
Carkeys
Sweets
Chemistry and college books
Notebook and pen
Glasses
Cold Waterbottles

@sassy1085

Like the changes, she's accepted now! You can move her on over.

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

A Hunter’s Son

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KANATI

"A strong man stands for himself. A stronger one stands for others…Or at least that’s my Até what tells me."

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[ NAME ]
Kane’Tohopka Wernicke
_{CAH-NAY-TAW-HOPE-CAH}

[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Kanati

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
K, Kane, Hairball, Prince of the Wild

[ AGE ]
18

[ GENDER ]
Male

[ AFFILIATION ]
H.E.R.O.

[ APPEARANCE ]

Fun Visual References

Kane stands at 6’6 even with a bronze skin tone and brown eyes. He possesses a mesomorphic and burley build, easily mirroring his father in a few years. His hair is naturally a dark brown in color, though in certain lightings it can be mistaken for black. It is thick, shoulder-length, and sparsely braided but most often wild. He also has some dark markings on his forehead, reminiscent of tribal tattoos.
^{*Further details on these markings will be found under Abilities.}

Kay’s style of dress can be seen as fairly conservative. Despite his musculature, he doesn’t flaunt it much, with the most skin seen on average coming through the exposed arms of varying shirts. Otherwise, jeans, combat pants, khakis, and sweats are all things he would be seen in. He also tends to like wearing different sorts of Stetsons, no matter what he wears casually. Kay also isn’t the type to dress up and would have to be talked into doing so.

Inherited Heroic Uniform Example

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
| Adventurous |
| Honest |
| Determined |
| Kind |
| Insecure |
| Ignorant |
| Mischievous |
| Wrathful |

[ BIO ]

Kane’Tohopka is the first born son of Samson and Kia Wernicke. His Father, also known as Kanati the Hunter, is a retired longtime agent of HERO. Kane was raised in the country, on the Wernicke Family Farm that his own father was raised on. The boy had a peaceful home life. His father worked hard to make sure that his family lacked nothing secularly. His mother managed the home as best she could emotionally. As a result, Kane’Tohopka had a stable childhood.

Except for one thing: The Chazeka.

Ever since childhood the Chazeka, or Rage, has afflicted Kane. What was worse, unlike other children, his powers began to develop much earlier. It was what kept him from conventional schooling as when he lashed out, even as a little boy, he was a danger to most. It had gotten bad enough to the point that his mother feared she gave birth to a Wendigo. Sam, while similarly distraught, did not panic.

Instead, he made a call to an old friend of his. This old friend wrote symbols on Kane’Tohopka to help manage the Chazeka. After that, outside of the Incident, they managed to live a relatively peaceful life. Kane learned and laughed just as any other boy. He took particular interest in tending to the farm’s animals, naming them all and making it his personal mission to tend to them when sick or injured. The boy often journeyed into the forest around the farm to explore, even christening himself the Prince of The Wild.

It was while he was getting older though that Sam recognized that Kane couldn’t stay on the farm forever. Eventually, his boy would have to go out into the world and that adventurous spirit made that time fly to nearness. A world that was full of stresses and pains. Kane would have to learn how to deal with such things without losing himself to the Chazeka. In which case, a good place to learn would be at the famed Academy for Junior Heroes.

Thus, despite some minor protest from his wife and the boy himself, the family bought a second home and moved to the suburbs near to the big city of Castleburg. A fish out of water would be an understatement to describe how overwhelmed Kane was at first. The city was loud, it stank, was bright, was fast, and technology was confusing. It was hard but with his support group, it became great and he caught on fine.

More recently with becoming 18, Kane’s father promised him the keys to his old place in the East Flank. He was told that it was a big responsibility in maintaining a home of his own, but Kane was ready for it. There’s always been the concern of the Chazeka but it’s been a while since the last outburst. Besides, he’d just signed over to start working for HERO officially now. The future was brightening up for him as he was following in his father’s footsteps.

What does he have to fear?

| MISCELLANEOUS |
Kane is multi-lingual separate of his power, speaking English, Lakota, and Spanish in that order of fluency.

He has a six year old little sister named Xima, who hasn’t displayed any super powers as of yet.

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[ RANKING ]
Average = B+
The Chazeka ≥ A

[ POWERS ]

Reactive/Environmental Adaptation
Kanati from a young age has had the ability to adapt to the world around him in a variety of ways. It is a passive ability for the most part, that acts instantaneously to ensure his survival. It can act in two different ways, being short term and long term adaptations.

In short term situations, it provides short term solutions. For example, if he were to be submerged in water for a couple of minutes, he will have developed gills and can breathe underwater for a while. However, once he’s back to breathing air for the amount of time the adaptation was needed, he reverts to his normal state.

In long term situations, it provides longer lasting adaptations. Long term situations usually mean repeated situations over a long period of time. For example, he has developed borderline superhuman physical attributes after many years of rigorous physical work alongside his largely superhuman father. For this to die down, it would take many years of him not doing imposing physical labor.

While his adaptation is instantaneous, the situation to adapt to must be introduced to his system at least once before. This would mean that one-hit kill or incapacitating attacks to his system would definitely do the trick. This would obviously mean that he can’t carelessly throw himself into any situation. Another limitation is that while he can go for longer without food and water, he still indeed needs those things or he’ll die. It also doesn’t give him more intelligence, he still has to make smart decisions on his own.

The Forehead Runes Keep The Chazeka At Bay

However, these limitations are temporarily exuded when Kane is overtaken by the Chazeka. When The Chazeka is in control, the passive nature of his ability is overridden by stress and he goes into a fight or flight state. If Chazeka is in fight, it will attack the stressor, enhancing his physical prowess as damage is taken until the stressor is incapacitated or it flees. If Chazeka is in flight, it will flee the situation by whatever means necessary.

Once it feels safe, Kane’Tohopka will go into a state of unconsciousness as his body is recovering which can stretch from a couple days to even a month, depending on how long he was overtaken.

There are several ways to counteract the Chazeka:
1. A being, or group, of sufficient enough power can overpower the Chazeka, at least briefly before the adaptations stack.
2. A being, or group, of sufficient emotional connection to Kane can manage to calm the Chazeka down, or at least put it into flight by leaving with that person.
3. A sufficient dose of power dampeners.

_{Filled Boxes Represent Average.}

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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(5/10)

[ AGILITY ]
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(4/10)

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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(2/10)

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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(4/10)

[ LETHALITY ]
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(5/10)

[ ENDURANCE ]
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(7/10)

[ EFFICACY ]
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(8/10)

[ SKILLS ]
Advanced-Level Hunter/Fisherman

Adept-Level CQCombatant/Marksman

Adept-Level Survivalist

Adept-Level Animal Handler/Veterinarian

Intermediate-Level Farmer

Intermediate-Level Guitarist

Intermediate-Level Lumberjack

[ EQUIPMENT ]
Hunter’s Bow - Kanati has a composite bow that Samson built early in his career. It has a draw-strength of 250 lbs that he could pull back casually enough to quickdraw with. For Kane, he can pull it back with little difficulty, but has to build up to be able to similarly quickly fire arrows with accuracy.

Arrows - Carries 15 on average; 10 Regular Arrows, 5 Trick Arrows.

Tomahawk - The small, durable, axe-like weapon that Kanati has had since the heroic golden age. It may not be the most flashy weapon, especially in this new age, but it’s definitely one of the most reliable.

@DClassified

epic.

With sort of spellcraft at his side, the Modern Warlock takes center stage!

Modern Warlock

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Modern Warlock

"I was given a gift, and I'll use it for good!....But if I get an epic adventure or two out of it, that's awesome too!"

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[ NAME ]

Owen Gallard

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Modern Warlock! (...He wanted to be called 'Modern Wizard', but apparently it was already taken)

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Big O (his nickname at the Academy)

[ AGE ]

22 (give or take a year that he may have spent in a self-made timeloop)

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

Full-Time Hero, and proud of it! also hosts D&D on weekends if the week hasn't been super hectic

[ APPEARANCE ]

While on occasion you'll meet Owen as he is in the image; which is to say, fairly slender and well-built for his age, it's more often than not that you find him a bit on the stockier side, a trait relating to his ability. While Owen never gets fat per se, normally he's more...Broadly built. Luckily, his exercise routines keep him from looking pudgy. He typically stands on average about 5'10, give or take a few inches depending, and weighs solidly around 180 under normal circumstances.

Owen actually grows out his facial hair quite often, but it never quite seems to grow in all the way, so just as soon as you might see him with some, it'll just as quickly be shaved away. His hair is a pleasant blonde tone, and while not the cleanliest, it is clear enough he puts some effort into it, and his pale green eyes are almost always filled with energy and enthusiasm for what comes next.

When he's just a civilian on the street, Owen keeps it casual. A black beanie which gives him total hipster vibes is almost always a part of the ensemble, unless it's hotter than hell outside (and even then he'll try and manage), along with a grey t-shirt/sweatpants combo, complete with a tied-off checkered jacket that he wears proper during the colder months, and reddish thick boots with plenty of space for him to grow into, if he ends up shaving off a couple more pounds than he intends to...

For hero work, he dons his sorcerous cowl (basically just a black cloak) and brandishes his elder staff (literally just a big-ass, gnarled tree root) as none other than MODERN WARLOCK! He definitely looks a bit heavy on the dorky side in the get-up, but it helps him get stoked for combat, so....As long as it works.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

BUDDY-BUDDY:Owen is an immensely friendly dude. Sometimes a bit too friendly...Even with people he hasn't met before, he treats them like old pals all the same, and that makes his real friendships all the stronger as well. However, it also means he tends to push a lot of boundaries, and can make less outgoing people more uncomfortable. It's never his intention, but it happens, and while he'll learn from it, well...Sometimes he can't resist a friendly shoulder bump or side hug.

FEARLESS & HEROIC:Owen is a nigh unshakeable individual, rooted all the way back on that faithful day so long ago...Regardless, he's known for his daring heroic acts, unwilling to let fear halt him for even a moment's breath! Sometimes, though, his heroic acts can borderline on self-sacrificial and reckless, and while he's aware that's not the healthiest way to go about it, he'll do whatever it takes to keep everyone safe.

DORK-TACULAR:In spite of his outward appearance at times, Owen is a total dweeb. I mean, his favorite hobby is Dungeons and Dragons, for crying out loud. He loves to read (particularly about epic journeys, so typically high fantasy is his cup of tea), and not just reading on Holo like a normal person. No...He reads hardbacks. Like a major dork. He also used to be a drama kid, which helps him play up his heroics very well.

SELF-DOUBT:While outwardly an outgoing, confident, and brave individual, he feels like he has a lot of pressure on his shoulders. Some of it he placed on himself...His desire to do so much as only one man is always heavy on his mind, and while it pushes him to greatness, it also slowly erodes at his mental state. Not to mention that, given the true nature of his power (which he's actually done his best to keep under wraps for some time), many people are expecting him to 'grow out' of using D&D spells as a 'template' of sorts, and start seriously using his power. But...He likes it how it is. If it ain't broke, right? Heh...The point is, while he can put on an excellent brave face, his real confidence in himself is really an in-the-moment thing, and not something he manages to carry around for long.

[ BIO ]

Owen grew up on the East Flank, and he had a pretty solid childhood! Well, except for one thing...His dad, the guy little Owen looked up to so dearly, well...He was taken away from him early on in his life, about when he was four. However, it was a formative moment for the young man as well, because as ashamed as he'd be to admit it nowadays, when his dad was on his deathbed, hooked up and wired to half a dozen different gadgets and gizmos, well...His young brain thought that he'd stopped looking like his dad. It scared him. So much so that, when the moment came for him to have a chance to say goodbye to dad...He couldn't muster that courage.

From that day, Owen swore to himself that fear would never rule him again.

He was quick to follow through on that, too. As he grew up, Owen was never afraid of anything or anyone. He stood up for those who couldn't, a friendly smile always on his face; he wanted to be there for others when no one else could be, and be a shoulder willing to uplift anyone. That was the kind of person he wanted to be.

When he discovered his powers, well...It went from a state of mind to a state of being. He really could be there for anyone...If he became a hero.

However, his powers, even by some of the strangest standards in the books, was a peculiar one to comprehend. The power to make things he thought...Reality. It's the kind of ability so overwhelming in scope, that even trying to imagine a single use for it caused the poor guy to wrack his brain. Eventually, though, he found his muse.

While young Owen was quite the sporty guy, he had one dweebish hobby; Dungeons and Dragons. Before this came in his life, he found himself unable to properly use his power. But with the right outlet, anything was possible...Because now, the kind of heroes he could imagine himself as in that world could be a reality.

Thus, while it's far from what his power could really be for, he began using it to mimic spells in D&D. From a simple Mage Hand to help lift things around and handle chores, to the almighty Fireball!....Mom wasn't happy when he first tested that one in his room. Still, he was starting to learn how to really use his powers, and the magical arts of D&D gave him the perfect bag of tricks to work towards heroics in the real world!

At his soonest convenience, he sought to enroll in the Academy for Junior Heroes, and by 14, he did just that! However...His path got thorny rather quickly there. Not only did he not find many who were interested in his favorite pastime, but many folks, teachers included, remarked that he lacked focus; his powers gave him variety, yes, but since he never truly honed anything, he was considered a knock-off grab-bag of Meta abilities many other students could perform with more precision, power, and efficiency. Not to mention how utterly different his power was. It felt like no teacher could truly help him with this...

Thankfully, as it turned out, there was one man who could actually help him...Mr. Lindall. While there powers weren't exactly 1:1, anything even close to Owen's was more than he could ask for. Truth be told, Owen wasn't always the best student, but Mr. Lindall's passion for the work got the kid through his own self-doubt about this whole thing that had been compounded by what the others had thought of the young man and his ability.

Eventually, all good things must come to an end. His time at the Academy was invaluable, but it passed by all the same at his graduation. However, even after that, Owen was still a bit skeptical about entering the scene, still spending a couple of years on his own practicing his power, and occasionally visiting his favorite teacher.

However, by the time he was 21, he had gathered up the courage needed to step through the doors of HERO...And he came out as Modern Warlock. Since then, things've been...Something, for sure, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

Miscellaneous 'Spells'

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Here, I'm going to list some of Owen's go-to 'spells'.

Eldritch Blast! - Eldritch Blast is, well...A blast of forceful energy, from either his staff or, if necessary, his hands. They act as concussive blasts, and can be fired in quick succession (able to launch about four within a handful of seconds, and they travel as impressive speeds). Perfect for subduing low-danger threats, like villain grunts, or acting as a distraction. It also has a low consumption of energy, so it makes it effective to pepper out.

Mage Hand! - Mage Hand is a utility ability by all means. He simply creates a small, blueish tinged hand in the air. It can lift about a dozen lbs., and can be commanded mentally by Owen to do menial tasks. He uses it very commonly in casual settings, like cracking open a soda and giving him a sip from it while he pages through a new book. It also takes very little energy to manifest, and none to maintain.

Absorb Elements! - It's shocking (heh) how often elemental assaults come into play as a Hero, whether it's a villain trying to cook you alive, or maybe you're just caught up in a teammate's massive lightning blast! Regardless, Absorb Elements is just what the doctor ordered. Temporarily, it grants Owen incredible resilience to the elements (fire, cold, lightning, and less commonly useful, acid and sound-based assaults) and absorbs it into him, granting a few of his strikes or a smack of his Elder Staff a bit of elemental punch to 'em! The best offense is a good defense, after all! Speaking of...

Shield! - If you aren't getting cooked and/or blasted, then Shield is what you probably need. Put simply, it forms a temporary but potent barrier of kinetic force around Owen, which is incredibly effective against most physical forms of assault, like blades, firearms, or giant crushing fists.

Enhance Ability! - Owen might not be naturally superhuman, but with a touch of Enhance Ability, that's a different story! This nifty trick can temporarily enhance a facet of an individual, such as their strength or agility. He can also use it on others, to incredible results! However, this is an ability that needs his focus, and if he tries to spread too many focus-necessary spells around, it'll probably overwhelm him. He typically sticks to one at a time for abilities like these.

Enlarge/Reduce! - While it isn't always the most helpful, it is always fun. Using this, Owen enlarges or reduces a creature's size, either doubling or halving it. If used on an unwilling target, it usually requires much more focus on his part to actually use the ability. This ability isn't typically super useful, but sometimes, making a really buff dude suddenly 15 ft. tall is worth it.

Fireball! - Ah, a time-honored classic...While Owen does have quite a few dangerous options up his sleeve, most pale in comparison to the destructive might of the Fireball. A massive explosive of flaming goodness can send even the strongest villains packing! Though it ain't easy to shoot them out willy nilly, and they do have a tendency to cause heavy property damage...

Haste! - Have you ever needed to be just a little faster? Maybe quicker to the draw, to dodge that important attack? Owen's got just the thing! Haste, while requiring his focus like Enlarge/Reduce and Enhance Ability, it totally worth it, as the recipient gets a great increase to their speed and reaction time, and a touch more durable as well! It's a great package deal, and if he gives it to the right person, it can make a huge difference!

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

A

[ POWERS ]

With Imagination, anything could be possible.

Owen's power is, quite simply, to make his imagination a reality. However, that kind of power was not made for human hands...Much less a guy just getting out of his teens. As such, in his time training to become a Hero, he simplified his power in order to use it more properly, instead choosing to emulate many of the Spells present in his favorite TTRPG, Dungeons and Dragons.

This offers him lots of variably. In fact, it's still a bit overwhelming to him; not quite as bad as the full scope of his potential, but still a hefty load to keep track of. As such, while he's capable of producing a plethora of effects, it's hard for him to use most without a bit of prepwork, essentially preparing a few 'spells' in mind for the days' work.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Owen is given a generous score here. While normally he'd land about a 3/10, he has ways of improving his own physique through Imagination, which allow him to measure up to the average super-muscled individual...Roughly, at least. Get ready, because this is going to be for a lot of his things. 5/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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Yet again, sparing him a bit more than he deserves. While he was on track, and is no slouch when it comes to training, he'd probably still earn a 2/10 here if it weren't for some tricks up his sleeve, most notably Haste, which can allow him to match car speeds fairly casually, and Fly, which can allow him (or others) to, well...Fly. 5/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Owen's a pretty smart kid when he puts his mind to something...But rarely puts his mind to something unless there are dire straits, or he has a dungeon to plan out before Sunday comes to kick his DM rear. 3/10.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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In truth, Owen could score quite a bit higher on his Destructiveness scale, but he tends to stray away from using his powers that cause too much widespread damage when he can. Still, they are there, ready to be used...5/10.

[ LETHALITY ]
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In a similar case to Destructiveness, he keeps his more dangerous, lethal powers in reserve. Mostly because those are the ones that eat up too much energy, but also because of the inherent deadly nature some of them possess, such as Fireball. Again, though, there is always the potential.... 5/10.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Owen has a particular focus on defensive tricks to protect others and himself, so it earns him a higher slot here. Things like Absorb Elements and Shield provide him with a variety of defenses, and more generically strong options like Stoneskin (which makes him quite resilient to physical attacks, as well as making his punches and whatnot hurt more due to the sheer durability he gains) grant him a lot of protective prowess. 7/10.

[ EFFICACY ]
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The power to create things out of nothing has to come from something....And that something is Owen. The reason he so freely puts on pounds and eats like garbage is because his power consumes spare energy and fat to power itself, before turning to more...Vital sources. If overtaxed, his power would eventually cause him to pass out, or worse, die outright. However, this is rarely a problem, since he actually understands how to be fairly conservative with his power. Mostly. 3/10.

[ SKILLS ]

If you ever wanted to try out a tabletop, or need a way to speed your off-days in heroics, and you're into some nerdy shit (or at least willing to give it a shot), hit up Owen; he's a long-time Dungeon Master and always excited for new blood in the game.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Owen's hero gear of his Sorcerous Cowl and Elder Staff, while normally just a black cloak and a gnarly old tree root, are empowered by Imagination, and help to protect him and focus his abilities. It does look incredibly nerdy though.

@Mintz

Really like Owen and the idea of a mage-hero seems super neat! If possible, I would like to see maybe some other type of restriction in the Imagination power. From where I'm at it seems that so long as the complexities of the Imagination power are put into writing, there's really no end to the potential of the power. There really should be some sort of 'top end' or time limit or some sort of cap on how much imagination he could use. Outside of that though, really do love him, he'll fit in great!

Hi all. While I had NPC ideas, I FINALLY got around to making an actual character. Though this is still WIP, I'd like opinions on it before I continue:

Crimson Setsuka

Crimson Setsuka

"...I'm here to help, NOT replace..."

[ NAME ]

-Classified-

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Crimson Setsuka

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Setsuka

[ AGE ]

-Classified-

[ GENDER ]

Machine (Female Design)

[ AFFILIATION ]

East H.E.R.O. Branch, Japan

[ APPEARANCE ]

Long blonde hair. Light colored skin and eyes with red pupils. More often than not, wearing a ninja garb of some colors. Usually Red if possible. She also has a garb can actually change color. Even her own apperance can be modified but that requires resources and preparation.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Although a machine and mostly quiet, it has surprisingly good people skills when not on mission or when necessary to talk to others. Always learning and being polite unless threatened. When threatened or on mission, usually talks in robotic terms unless around other team members.

[ BIO ]

At first glance, one would or perhaps COULD expect Crimson Setsuka to be a normal human female with the strengh, agility and grace of a normal human athlete or perhaps past normal human limits. So many would be shocked to learn that Setsuka is actually a machine with an advanced Artifical Intelligence or A.I. for short in her metal body.

While information about Setsuka is classified by the East H.E.R.O. Japan branch, the general information that is accessable is that she was first created in response for the need of machines to help enforce the law but at the same time, the fear of "over relying" on said machines. While Setsuka's creator is unknown, the "rumor" that is being heard online is that a "child prodigy" created Setsuka and the REAL reason for her creation was to be a "mom" to her creator. While there are other rumors and stories, one thing that can't be denied is this.

Crimson Setsuka is not your every day E-Hero.

Already she has had an excellent service record. While not TOO powerful, it's Setsuka's ability to work with others, both normal and meta, that has made it stand out amonst other machines. In the east, there are some who even believe that Setsuka is a perfect example of what a E-Hero should aspire to should it have self-awareness.

Even it's favorite line, "I'm here to help, NOT replace" is infamous among eastern meta and normal humans alike. Even Setsuka's own body has some "human limitations" installed to help it better understand the "human condition" as it puts it. Others, though, see it as giving itself weaknesses should it ever go rouge. Regardless, Crimson Setsuka is a well known name even among other heroes.

However, a day came where Setsuka had to make a choice for itself.

One night at the East H.E.R.O. branch when it was in sleep mode, Setsuka had a "dream" of sorts. While her A.I. isn't human enough for it or perhaps impossible for a machine to have a dream, Setsuka felt that was the best way to describe it for a lack of better term. In it, she heard a voice...and the voice gave it an order. An order that even Setsuka felt great concern over.

"Terminate all meta humans."

She immedately reported this to it's creator come the next morning. After doing a full system check on her, nothing appeared wrong with Setsuka. None the less, Setsuka felt something. Something that would also show her a part of the human condition.

She was afraid of the order.

Seeing this, Setsuka's creator immedately reported this to the higher ranked officials. At the time, Japan as a whole wasn't fully onboard with having machines fully replacing it's HERO teams. Even more so now after this report since the "nightmare" senario with machines taking over was coming to furition. Hearing about Setsuka's "dream", now they were more than concerned.

When questioned about the details of the dream, Setsuka then said this.

"...I felt it...no...tracked it...location: west...somewhere...east coast of the U.S.A...exact source unknown..."

That's when Setsuka's creator decided on a decision as well. It was going to transfer Setsuka to the west. More ever, she was going to be the first "robot apprentice" to a well known hero of days long past. A hero who helped and survived the battles with then then ZERO organization.

K Nine aka Alpha just became a teacher to the Crimson Setsuka.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

K Nine once visited Japan to support it's local law enforcement agencies to help bridge the gap between normal and meta humans. It was because of this service that high ranking heroes and even Setsuka's creator felt that K Nine would be an excellent teacher for it's trip westward. As of right now, Setsuka has not yet found the source of that "dream" she had...

@DarkRecon

Interesting concept, but there's a lot that's missing from the table right now.

• The whole powers/abilities section is absent, and that's kind of a must-have.
• The classified intel should be DMed to me and Canary. Let me know if I missed it, but I don't think I've received anything of the sort.
• HERO is not an international organization. HERO would have zero jurisdiction as to Japan's hero activity- that would belong to PHANTOM. As such, she can't just travel the globe willy-nilly.
• Again, full backstory should be DMed to me and Canary before I can accept the character. ​
• The entire concept of "e-Heroes" isn't clear to me, as your bio references both traditional law enforcement and hero companies as being Crimson Satsuka's employer. The former would really make her just a special forces ekop, while the latter wouldn't make much sense from a logical perspective. Hero companies employ metahumans, not robots, and robots are in fact singlehandedly weighing down the broader hero community. Hero companies would see no need to, and would in fact be STRONGLY opposed to, any form of electronic hero.
• Going by the former point's logic, it would also make zero sense why one hero company would ship what they view as a defective robot off to another continent. Wouldn't she just have been destroyed on the spot, or at least re-programmed in some way? Just saying 'here, we'll send the potentially compromised goods to another company to deal with' doesn't really make any sense.

A good idea, but there are a lot of flaws in the blueprint.

Hey, whole team is back. Mind if I read along in my off time?

Also I could probably manage a character if space opens up.

@Jumbus

Of course! I couldn't consider myself a GM if I didn't make an exception for Starbright tbh

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

A crowd quickly started to form in the storage room. Miles had expected some of the others to have the same ideas that he had, so he wasn't so much surprised that people started to filter in as he saw the people themselves. First, was that pro football player or something- Blast? Bomb? BreaK? Something destructive-sounding for sure. The other person was significantly smaller than Miles was and looked almost dainty, in a way, and reminded the youngster of some sort of snake. Maybe he had snake powers. Animal powers were cool.

Miles was hardly surprised and not remotely offended that the man-mountain ("Oh, Blitz! That was his name!") forgot his identity. It wasn't like they had worked before much, anyway. Miles' style was subtle. Deliberate, but subtle. He worked best in the shadows, removing obstacles and erasing evidence. Blitz, on the other hand, was about as subtle as a bazooka, and his demeanor showed that, what with him pouring out more smoke from his vape than an entire forest fire. It was interesting that the two were now grouped together on this mission. Miles flipped to the next page of his book, allowing the other individual that Miles had mentally termed 'Snake Man' to introduce him to the footballing hero. Miles kept his nose in his book, only briefly pausing to nod at Blitz's remark before continuing to read. His downtime was interrupted, however, when a woman dropped down from the ceiling.

Miles' reaction was instinctive and very spontaneous. As soon as the mystery blonde dropped down from the ceiling Miles hopped to his feet, his book toppling to the ground, and he whipped out his blade's hilt, from which a glowing red blade of energy ignited, pointed directly at the intruder, before the realization set in that Miles was not threatening a sky pirate, but in fact pointing an energy sword at one of his colleagues. Miles' pale-ish face immediately turned beet red, and with a whoooosh the energy sword retracted back into the hilt as Miles put the blade back into his coat pocket. "S-sorry," he stammered embarrassedly, scratching the back of his head as he looked at the ground. "Thought you were a pirate. And, uh, you really scared the bejeezus out of me." Miles gave a weak smile. "My bad," the Dhampir added quickly as he sat back down in his spot, picking his book off the floor and holding it by his side. "We, uhh, we do have to keep an eye out for any, you know, real pirates though! Actual pirates," he clarified as he wafted some strawberry smoke out of his face. "Stay vigilant, and all that. Heh."

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

_{September 21st, 2064
Castleburg Bullet N-Train
Heading North from Watervale Central Station}

Castleburg's E-Train system is operated by the Castleburg Transit Authority, with construction first beginning in the late 2040s after the original railway system was destroyed by The Conductor, a surprisingly dangerous train-themed villain. Using "maglev" technology, these trains hover above the rails using opposite magnets, and the lack of friction allows the trains to zoom down the tracks at incredible speeds. The E-Train system was a shocking success, replacing the old, slow, outdated train system with a form of public transportation that people have become to trust. From the opening of the F-Train in 2048 until the September 14th of 2064, there was not a single fatality or even injury onboard one of the ElectroTrain systems in Castleburg.

With 19 railways (F-X) running in Castleburg, the E-Train system has been a major success. However, on the 14th of September, the Rocketeers launched an attack on the M-Train of Castleburg, destroying the entire train and causing 4 deaths and countless injuries, while also stealing an entire train car full of gold ingots. The Castleburg Transit Authority has contacted HERO to prevent another attack, which they anticipate will be on the N-Train, a train that runs from Watervale to the suburbs north of Castleburg and is transporting a train car full of weapon-grade fissile thorium to a Taurus Aerospace facility just outside the city. A group of heroes have been tasked with riding the train to its destination, and stopping any potential jetpacking pirates hot in their tracks. Pun not intended.

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Miles Kadojkovic was enjoying the mission.

The train had left Watervale Central Station about 10 or so minutes ago, and in that time, Miles had found himself quite enjoying this train. Most of the trains for public transit in Castleburg were definitely not bad. They were mostly clean, had plenty of seats, got from point A to point B with minimal delays, and did their job. Miles had expected cargo lines, such as the N-Train, to be like a cattle car, caked in dirt with patches of hay instead of chairs. The train Miles had walked into, though, was incredibly luxurious. Miles' car had comfortable gel pad cushions that adjusted to his ideal sitting position, and he was also equipped with a call button that Miles had already used twice to order several platefuls of hors d’oeuvres. Overall, pretty good experience- Miles supposed that the train was designed with the wealthy security people and company executives that would travel on it in mind.

The best part was, though, no pirates. At least, so far.

Miles shrugged as he sat back in his luxury chair. His body was shrouded in a black body-length trench coat, beneath that a dress shirt and a red tie. To his right was a plateful of lovely canapés, and to his left was a hardcover book, divided by a velvet bookmark, that Miles was midway through. Hardcover books were mostly a thing of the past, but Miles much preferred the feel of the pages between his fingers than flipping through a holobook. The novel was titled "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire." It was an old series from more than half a century ago, the type of book that would be assigned for homework, but Miles quite enjoyed it. Magic was pretty cool.

Miles finished off his appetizers and was just about to return to Harry's first challenge when a sharp crackling sound resonated in his eardrum. Miles winced and grasped the side of his head as he recoiled from the sound, which had come from the earpiece. Replacing the static sound was the voice of Assistant Director Ray Blum, who was observing the train's path in his own vehicle from a distance away. "Afternoon, heroes. It's a lovely Wednesday afternoon, sun is shining...anyway, make sure a few of you are keeping an eye on the safe at all times. The Rocketeers generally err on the side of loud and destructive, but they may attempt a quiet raid if they know you're onboard. That's all. Man-Titan, over and out."

Miles sighed. His car was pretty close to the storage car; he might as well check it out. Begrudgingly, he dropped his almost-empty plate into a small trashcan bot that was rolling around the ground. He then took his book, holding it in his arms like a baby, before making his way down the train. Walking while the train was moving so quickly was almost uncomfortable. It made Miles a bit queasy. He wasn't the motion-sick type, but he wasn't used wandering across a bullet train stuffed with finger food while simultaneously wondering if he was about to get blown up by pirates. This was a weird, weird job.

Miles eventually made his way over to the caboose of the train, holding his HERO I.D. card up to the keyfob. The doors to the room whirred and slid open, allowing Miles to step into the storage area. It really wasn't anything much; the room was mostly occupied by a single, long cylinder with a glowing blue stripe. This was the heavy metal casing of the radioactive, fissile material that the US government wanted. "To put in a storage facility somewhere," Miles grumbled as he sat back against the wall, allowing his back to slide down the wall until he hit the floor. He sat there, uninterestedly watching guard over the long tube of death. At least it was going to a storage facility, and not into the hands of some crazy jetpack pirates. Or at least, that was the goal of the mission.

Miles yawned and opened his book back to the bookmarked section. There were more important things to think about, in any case.

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_{September 21st, 2064
'Totally Innocuous Warehouse'
Brookside, South Castle Island}

HERO's Castleburg division has held onto a good smattering of real-estate in the city, an example of which being a warehouse in a particularly bad area of Brookside that was formerly being used as a large-scale Nova lab. The facility was busted by a group of heroes a few years ago, and HERO decided to hold onto the facility in case it would become useful. With the mission to capture the annoying vigilante underway, the facility became useful again.

A few interns were sent days prior to the 21st to refurbish the place and make it look like a meth lab. The poor interns then disguised them as meth makers and anonymously alerted Shadow Scythe Vengeance the day before to the presence of the facility, before returning to be a part of the massive ruse. The heroes taking part in the ambush have been tasked with bringing in Shadow Scythe Vengeance alive (unless that is absolutely impossible) and hopefully without getting any interns killed. Probably not by the vigilante, but by all the authentic chemicals in the lab.

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"Who else was working this mission again?"

Two heroes were standing in the middle of the 'bustling' fake meth lab. A tall, 6'2" man with a strange, orange, fleshy piranha head known as Pirahna Boy spoke to a shorter but well-built woman with dirty blonde locks named Firestarter. The two were surrounded by a bunch of college-age, non-superpowered interns that had 'bravely volunteered' to be a part of the trap (in actuality, they were defintely being paid off-the-books for this gig. The risk of getting socked in the gut was too high to be working pro bono). Piranha Boy cleared his throat (gills?) before responding to his female counterpart. "Couple a newbies. One of them, the Asian girl, I've seen around Paragon before. The others, I got no clue."

Firestarter shrugged. "The more, the merrier, right?"

"It would be even fuckin' merrier if I didn't have to split my paycheck, like, ten ways. I'm takin' my girl out to sushi after this gig is up."

Firestarted looked at Piranha Boy strangely. "Wouldn't that be cannibalism-"

"Shut your trap," the pirahna mutant retorted, crossing his arms indignantly. "You just don't understand me, Lucy."

"The only thing I understand is that you need a shower." Firestarter wafted the air around her face. "Anyway, I'm gonna go take position at the lookout post. You stay here and fill the newbies in on the plan. I alert you when she's comin', and then, easy snag. Badabing, badaboom. We left an air vent half-unscrewed on the rooftop, so she'll probably come in that way."

"Roger dodger," Piranha Boy responded as he watched his partner slip out of the warehouse, before staring up at the air vent, waiting for the Descent of Justice to come in a few minutes.

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_{September 21st, 2064
Academy of Young Heroes
Lighthouse Island, Castleburg}

Lighthouse Island was previously habitated by shepherds before HERO appropriated the entire island for their new institution, the Academy for Young Heroes. A magnet school for metahumans, the Academy of Young Heroes offers three different paths for the many youngsters that attend- a path for metahuman kids that want to live a normal life and want to learn how to control their superpowers, a path for students to join HERO at 16, and a path for students who want to wait until they legally become an adult before making that decision. The Academy has proven to be a successful project, with a dedicated staff comprised of active heroes, retired heroes, and other top personnel in the industry working together to forge a great educational experience. That being said, not every youngster gets the chance to succeed at the Academy.

The juveniles that are in need of a 'special field trip' are Ricky Sullivan, Jack Fernandez, Michelle Lewis, and Drew Reedworth, all of whom are budding superhumans and all of whom were apprehended after robbing several liquor stores and smoke shops across Castleburg in a very bad effort to look 'cool.' The Director has tasked Mr. Jeremy Lindall, a longtime instructor at the Academy, to help move these kids to the right path, with help from a few of HERO's younger and thus more relatable heroes. Sullivan's power is some sort of vibration manipulation, apparently a smaller scale version of Quake's, Fernandez's power is pyrokinesis, Lewis's power is generating and controlling electricity, and Reedworth's power is local gravity manipulation.

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Barbara Lee strode through the hallways of the Academy for Young Heroes. Lee, a middle-aged Korean American with poofy dark hair dressed in a tan pantsuit, was the principal of the Academy, and was running the school for the past few years. Though she did an admirable job and was passionate about her position, it was undeniable that the role had certainly taken a toll on her. Principal Lee had previously been Professor Lee of the University of Castleburg in New Athens, teaching classes on superhuman psychology. She was ecstatic to have been offered the position at the Academy, despite having no superpowers of her own. Dealing with college students, however, was vastly different from dealing with the screaming demons of middle/high school aged metahumans. Principal Lee continued to shake her head as she made her way through the hallway. The Director had, very spontaneously, told Lee that she would need to hold a few juvenile delinquents in her school for a short while, something Lee was firmly against. Still, Barbara did not call the shots, so here she was.

Principal Lee entered the holding cell area, something that a regular school would never have, but was also a necessity in a school where powers would spontaneously go off. It was a pleasant enough place for sure, with the cells being made of superhardened plastic to prevent any sort of destruction or escape. Inside were four freckly kids, three boys and one girl, two of which had somehow obtained cigarettes. Cigarettes. The old coffin nails that Barbara's grandmother smoked.

"Put those down!" the principal commanded to the kids, but of course, they didn't listen to the middle-aged powerless lady on the other side of the glass. One of them made a snarky face before taking an extra-long puff of lung cancer. Barbara sighed. She loved most kids, but she wished she could drop some of them right into the harbor.

After this quick visit, Barbara Lee strode through the hallways once again, this time exiting the new, brick-built university hall-style facility through a pair of sliding glass doors. The crisp sea air filled her lungs as Barbara Lee approached a small dock at the edge of the island. Hopefully, the heroes would be arriving soon. The delinquents clearly didn't respect her authority, but maybe one of these heroes would do the trick.

From across the sound, a cozy HERO cabin cruisher made its way towards the lovely Lighthouse Island, piercing through the fog to come in range of the island's academy and famous antique lighthouse. The boat pulled up to one of the docks and laid down a ramp that led right to the frazzled Principal Lee, who hid her worries away with a bright smile that she had termed her 'school day is almost over' smile. "So these are the heroes Director Steel told me about! If I could have the pleasure of learning your names?" she asked, her face a mix of genuine enthusiasm and total hatred of everything around her. Thus was the life of a teacher.

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《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Bloom

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"...be useful, be silent, be normal."

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[ NAME ]

Viridian "Vee" Elliot Montecroix (Harlow by birth)

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Bloom

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Vee, Elle, Vir, basically any one-syllable reduction of their name. Some people they know from the street call them "Green" affectionately.

[ AGE ]

Seventeen

[ GENDER ]

Nonbinary (they/them)

[ AFFILIATION ]

Unaffiliated, full-time fugitive

[ APPEARANCE ]

Vee's hair is the first thing most people notice about them; it's incredibly fluffy, unkempt and short around their ears, and colored in a messy blend of green. It's full of leaves and stems that seem almost attached to their scalp (spoiler alert - they are.) Aside from that, though, and the occasional flowering stem poking up from under their shirt collar, they seem to be a fairly nondescript (if grubby) teenager. They stand at a rather average-for-humans stature of five feet, seven inches, and appear downright fragile in their frame, undernourished and sickly. They move with little grace or coordination, as though they're not entirely sure where their limbs are (they aren't - they've grown five inches in the last few months.) Their pale skin is grubby and unclean, patched with dirt and scrapes. There are often sores on their shoulders and arms and particularly the palms of their hands.

In terms of clothing, Vee doesn't have much variety, and all of theirs are ragged and dirty. They're often seen in holey jeans that are about two inches too short for them, either a faded blue or grey-brown tee shirt, and a threadbare brown sweatshirt with sleeves that end three inches up their arms. They have shoes, sneakers that used to be white and are now vaguely brown, with the soles falling out of them.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

⚘ P A R A N O I D Vee's trust issues understandably stem from a lot of betrayals, but they are numerous. They are constantly convinced that there is someone who is out to get them, that their home isn't safe, that nothing in the adult world is as it really seems. Sometimes they're right; they do seem to attract a disproportionate amount of danger.

⚘ F L I G H T Y As a result of their paranoia, Vee is constantly hypervigilant, always on the highest alert for anything that seems "not-right." When their alarm bells start going off, they're gone, leaving behind whatever fledgling friendship or well-intentioned intervention. They have several "homes", humble shelters dotted around the green spaces in the city's East Flank, that they bounce between whenever they think they might have been discovered.

⚘ S E L F - R E L I A N T Vee is adamant that they are doing fine and that they don't need any help to make it through the world. After all, they've been out here for a year and they haven't died yet. (They're also scared that they'll get taken back to the Montecroix's if they're found, but that aside.) Though their thoughts alternate between "I don't want help" and "I don't deserve help", they are rather self-sufficient all the same.

⚘ C H I L D I S H Just as they were late growing into their body and their powers, they're only now starting to drift into teenage moodiness and emotions. They daydream as an escape and have an overactive imagination full of whimsical, fantastical stories. They collect shiny things that they find and decorate their hiding spaces with them; they're obsessive about their hoard and don't like the thought of sharing what little they have.

⚘ P R I N C I P L E D Despite their current situation, Vee doesn't shoplift or pickpocket, for the most part. They have a strict moral code about not taking things that are rightfully other people's, and they don't want to end up in even more legal trouble than they already are. Usually, they try to take foodstuffs from the trash rather than from people, but they can't always bring themself to do that or find a good target, so when times are really tough they will sometimes snatch from a picnicker's basket or a distracted businessman's lunch.

⚘ D E S P E R A T E Vee is starved for affection and cripplingly lonely. Though they struggle to trust and form bonds, and are confident that it will never happen, it's their deepest desire to find a group of people who accept them as they are.

[ BIO ]

Vee's birth mother went to jail when they were four. That was their earliest memory, flashing lights and cop cars outside of their home. The man they thought was their father knelt down in front of them, roughly wiping away a tear from under their eye. "You're a big kid now, Vir," he said. "And big kids don't cry. I'll make sure someone takes care of you."

They thought that meant he was going to be there for him. But they were wrong. He was frosty, distant in the following days. A week later, a police officer showed up to collect them and take them to live with their mother's sister. Aunt Magdalene was twenty-five, unmarried and less than enthused to be their new caretaker. But she took them in, because that's what family did.

Aunt Magdalene did her best to hide that Vee existed in her life. After all, she was a pretty young woman, and she had her eye on a rich, recently divorced businessman, and having a kid - even not her own kid - would've overcomplicated that matter. So Vee got to exist in the background, bouncing between school and underfunded after-school programs and the houses of best friends who's parents secretly resent them.

Doctor Alan Montecroix, Vee's soon-to-be uncle-in-law, found out about them when they were seven. Aunt M was furious, but he didn't kick her to the curb for it as she had feared. In fact, he was quite magnanimous about it. After all, he had just won the custody over the kids from his previous marriage. There was always room for more in their picture-perfect life, right?

Wrong.

There were three rules for them in the Montecroix household. Be useful, be silent, be normal. Vee had lots of practice at blending into the background, and was for the most part good at it - with no more formal schooling past the age of ten, they spent their days working in the garden alongside the manor home's extensive staff, and did the best they could (which was admirable for their age, but never enough for Dr. Montecroix) while keeping their head down. At first they hated it, but they grew to thrive, and only sometimes felt the tears prickling at their eyes. Big kids don't cry.

Their powers grew in gradually around their fifteenth birthday, slow to begin like the rest of their development. At first, they were excited about them. The plants they had grown to love began to show them the same kind of care, trailing stems out to brush their fingertips and revealing berries that had been missed in the wine harvest - perfect for a quick snack when they were hungry. Their straw-brown hair began to turn green, their skin no longer sunburning, and they found themself more energetic under even the midday sun. Seeds would sprout into shoots and flowers would bloom in their fingers; struggling shoots would be reinvigorated. Leaves whispered things that sounded like words in a pitch just slightly too low to hear.

They thought their family would be happy for them, and they showed one of their step-siblings one night after dinner.

Wrong again.

At once they were different, they were weird, and their origin story was the threat to the very Montecroix name. were told at the mature age of fifteen that they had two hours to get off the grounds and stop freeloading on the Montecroix's goodwill, or else law enforcement would drag them to the foster care system that Aunt M had worked so hard for them to avoid.

So they left. They packed a backpack with the few non-uniform clothes they owned, and left, scraping together just enough of their saved wages for a train ticket to New Athens' Central Garden Station. They almost cried on the train, but held it together. Big kids don't cry. You're practically an adult, now, you can do this.

They met a boy there, scruffy-clothed but well-fed, who took one look at the expression on their face and the bag and stuffed animal in their hand and asked where their home was. They didn't have one anymore, they said. So he offered to help.

He helped them build a little shelter behind a garden outbuilding, then in the night while they slept took the 'first watch' and what little they had left. All of their clothes, their extra shoes, their pitiful amount of money, and then he vanished without a trace.

Since then, they've been on their own, and they've been doing okay. Well, that's a lie. They stink, they're always sick from the pesticides that the city uses, people keep calling the robocops on them for being homeless, and their powers are really unpredictable when they're anxious and desperate. They're always itchy or mildly injured from weeding plants out of their skin. But they're self-reliant, which means no one can let them down. ...Even if they also have no options for advancement and their hope for the future is dwindling.

As they're growing into an adult, their powers are becoming more volatile and dramatic. Someone is going to notice them for what they are someday. But whether its a HERO, or a villain... that remains to be seen.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Technically, Vee doesn't need to eat. Their hair photosynthesizes some energy, and they can tap into the energy of green life around them as a form of sustenance or actually drawing nutrients from the fluids that run through plant stems and trunks. It's not particularly satisfying sustenance, leaving them undernourished and lacking in minerals, but it keeps them alive when food is scarce.

Green Thumb

[ RANKING ]

C

[ POWERS ]

Vee says they have a "green thumb" but the truth of the matter is that they can manipulate plants beyond the bounds of conventional physics. They can draw energy from photosynthetic life around them, or deposit their own energy into plants as vessels. Additionally, with contact between their circulatory system (usually via a small pinprick or one of their many accidental injuries) and a large plant's (such as a tree or a particularly hardy vine infestation), they can pull nutrients directly into their system. As part of their exchange with nature, they've become progressively more plantlike themself. Their skin doesn't burn and their hair photosynthesizes. Plants can take root into their skin if given an opening, or enough time, and they've used that to their advantage before. However, that does hurt them, or at least itch miserably. Since the little vines started growing in their hair, they've started randomly blossoming plants, mostly wildflowers from their shoulders and palms and behind their collarbones - they're not sure what that is about, either.

When channeling plant energy, their own wounds heal at an accelerated rate, but only to a point. And it doesn't work on anyone else.

Plants they encounter in the wild will bend and move to their whim, when they're in contact with them or their root system. They can make vines or flexible branches wrap around objects or reach for things. Without prompting, plants tend to extend towards them over time. Vee is also certain that plants have a language or some way of communicating - they hear things that aren't quite decipherable, but they get ideas in their head that almost always lead them to cleaner water or fresh food.

Even passively, plants grow faster and hardier when Vee is near them. They can rapidly accelerate growth with focus and an external energy source, accomplishing in seconds what might take months. This has become one of their defense mechanisms, gathering seeds for spiny or poisonous plants and clutching them into their fists when threatened, creating thorny vines that shoot out of their palms (and sometimes cause themself injury while doing so). They think it might be possible to augment their own strength with the support of wood or fiber grafted to their skin, but they've never been quite so desperate that they have to try.

Interestingly, animals tend to treat Vee as though they themself are a plant. Birds will frequently land on them or in their hair and most small creatures show no fear of them.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Though Vee's never been desperate enough to try, they think they could probably reinforce their own skeletal strength and lifting capacity with wood or other plant matter. They do use plants to help support heavy objects when digging out a place to stay and could probably turn it into a more direct show of brute-force strength.

[ AGILITY ]
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[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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They have a fifth-grade education. There was no bus to the middle school from the Montecroix estate and asking for one made them too much of a burden, so they just... didn't get to continue. They have some life-smarts but almost no book-smarts.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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WHile not as instantaneously destructive as some hero powers, Vee can tap into root systems and dislodge sidewalks, water mains, or power lines. With enough time and well-placed trees, they can probably crack foundations. It takes more energy than it's usually worth but if the need for it arises... they've done it before.

[ LETHALITY ]
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Being suffocated to death by a plant blooming into your nose and throat or strangled by a thorny vine... not a pleasant way to go for sure. Vee could probably come up with more ways of killing people but that's against their principles and the chance has never really come up.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Because of their ability to draw energy from any photosynthetic organism they touch, it's pretty hard to knock Vee down completely or get them to a point where they're too exhausted to use their power.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Quite frankly, Vee sucks at controlling their power. They have no finesse with it; it's purely utilitarian for them. It's easily triggered out by their emotions and is quite volatile, destroying things around them as they try to protect themself from threats real or imagined. It hurts them almost as much as it helps them. Still, a plant manipulator is a certainly unique power, and one that could have many versatile applications. Even if the concrete jungle of the metropolis makes it a little different for their plants to find an opening.

[ SKILLS ]

Adept at identifying plants
Good survivalist
Excellent sense of stranger-danger
Good knowledge of the surface streets of New Athens and the East Side

[ EQUIPMENT ]

The clothes on their back
A threadbare backpack full of "treasures" - cool rocks, bits of smooth glass, a random book they found in the gutter, interesting newspaper pages, scraps of receipt paper or stained napkins folded around seeds, probably at least a few long-rotten berries and roots they harvested and forgot about.

@Amethyst

Accepted! They look super cool C:

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

_{GREETINGS HERO. WELCOME TO THE H.E.R.O. MISSION BOARD, WHERE ALL AVAILABLE ASSIGNMENTS ARE LISTED BELOW. IF YOU SEE SOMETHING THAT YOU LIKE, PLEASE REGISTER IMMEDIATELY, AS H.E.R.O. WOULD LIKE TO HAVE AN ACCURATE NUMBER OF HEROES TO FIELD A TEAM. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO REGISTER FOR A MISSION AT THIS TIME, FEEL FREE TO EXPLORE CASTLEBURG TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT. THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING TO DO, A STORY TO CREATE, IN THIS CITY.}

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《 O N C L O U D N I N E 》

B R I E F I N G

Castleburg authorities have been tracking a group of pirates. Not Pirates of the Caribbean pirates, but an extremely well-armed and well-disciplined group of pirates known as the "Rocketeers." The Rocketeers are armed to the teeth with extremely high-tech jetpacks, RPGs, and other military equipment, which they have been using to rob cargo vehicles heading into and out of Castleburg. The Rocketeers have expanded from semi-trucks and small hovercraft to taking on Castleburg's bullet train system, staging raids and picking apart entire chains of trains with their weaponry, before retreating into the sky.

Their audacity has escalated the situation enough to justify a full HERO operation. Intel suggests that the Rocketeers are planning a raid on Castleburg's N-Train, a bullet train that cuts across the city and takes its passengers upstate. A group of heroes are needed to board the train, stop the Rocketeers, and bring them to justice once and for all.

C A P A C I T Y: 0/8

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《 A D I S H B E S T S E R V E D C O L D 》

B R I E F I N G

H.E.R.O. has been keeping a close eye on a vigilante named "Shadow Scythe Vengeance." Shadow Scythe Vengeance does not appear to hold a grudge against HERO or HERO personnel, but is operating outside of the confines of the law, brazenly stopping crime using nothing but her bare hands at gadgets. While this is impressive for a girl with no observed superpowers, her actions have undermined public confidence in HERO even further and has shifted trust towards vigilante justice over the rule of law. Director Steel is also concerned that even more inexperienced and less capable teenagers may be inspired to suicidally throw themselves into danger, and has as such issued a warrant for Shadow Scythe Vengeance's arrest in order to bring her in for questioning and hopefully convince her to hang up her cowl.

HERO needs several operatives to man an abandoned warehouse in Brookside. An intern has anonymously indicated on Vengeance.net that the warehouse is a large drug lab. Once there, Shadow Scythe Vengeance should be able to be captured without too much difficulty. By all accounts, she has no superpowers, but she is scrappy and is equipped with gadgets. Overall, though, should be very cut-and-dry cash.

C A P A C I T Y: 1/5

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《 T E A C H E R ' S P E T 》

HERO has apprehended a group of superpowered juveniles that have been on a week-long shoplifting spree across Castleburg. Though theoretically eligible for trial and potential imprisonment, Director Steel has decided that the most optimal course of action is to have the kids instead be sent to Lighthouse Island and "shadowed" by a group of professional heroes, to convince them to use their powers for good on HERO or at least not burn down entire shopping centers just to steal some liquor for your friends' party. The Director is specifically looking for younger heroes to hopefully try and relate with the delinquents. High difficulty level expected, due to anticipated levels of teenage angst, pubescence, and hormones. Lots of hormones.

C A P A C I T Y: 0/5

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《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Who needs all those fancy tricks when you've got luck on your side?

Fortune's Son

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Fortune's Son

"Heads or tails; call it. Welp, that makes it 100-0..."

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[ NAME ]

Leon Kalsteo

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Fortune's Son (also goes by Fortune)

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Lucky (old nickname from his gambling years), Leo (by close friends, which is to say....Possibly no one)

[ AGE ]

20

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

Currently enlisting as a member of H.E.R.O. (though, in his mind, he already is one; like his interview could possibly come up short!)

[ APPEARANCE ]

Standing at a respectably tall 5'10, with a lanky but not particularly unhealthy-looking build, Leon could be considered quite the average looker; until you hit his face. His striking purple eyes and sleek blue hair garner attention regardless where he goes. Simply put, he's a pretty boy through and through. Combine it with a sparkling smile, and even without his luck he could probably glamour his way through most situations. Granted, in spite of how handsome he can be, the kinds of facial expressions he can make can also be quite vile, his smirk in particular...

For clothing, while he can be seen in more casual wear, the most common of those being a black top, brown slacks, and a pair of white sneakers, he also has more...Gaudy attire, which he's also considering as a hero outfit of sorts. This consists of a crisp white dress shirt complete with a stunning black tie, complimented by a fur-lined beige coat, a sleek high-end designer belt to go with his light grey linen pants, and last but not least, a clearly top-of-the-line pair of black shoes that seem to shine with polish.

However, the one thing he always wears a small charm that functions like an earring, quite rustic and humble in comparison to most of his apparel. A bead of wooden strings ending in a cleanly-carved six-sided dice.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

ARROGANT: Leon has grown to become quite the prick due to the nature of his life. When things come so easily to one such as him, it gets to their head; and he shows it. He does things most would consider reckless or foolhardy, not because he's some sort of thrill-seeker, but because he merely wants to prove he could do it if he so wished. This also leads to him typically belittling others, though usually not out of spite or anything negative. He just can't get his head out of his own ass.

SELFISH: Leon looks out for Number 1 first and foremost; himself. While the nature of his power means he could bring aid to others, he's so self-centered that he could never view it in such a light as he is. To him, anything he does is just a means to his ends. Which leads well into his next trait...

POPULARITY: There's one thing Leon wants more than anything; to make it big. He wants his face on the tabloids, chatting it up on celebrity host shows, gleaming like a brilliant societal star. At least...He's pretty sure this is what he wanted. Right...?

DIRECTIONLESS:When your power could let you do almost anything and succeed, there's only one real question....What do you do with your life? And truth be told, Leon's still looking for that answer, filling the hole with material things and social stardom in the meantime.

SOCIABLE:Leon can certainly be an ass, but at the very least, he's a charming ass. He's a natural social butterfly, and while it isn't something he would ever admit, he likes to interact with others a lot and get to know new people. His only problem with being so sociable is that even with his luck, he has a tendency to drive a wedge between himself and others with his attitude.

[ BIO ]

Leon's early life wasn't much to write home about. I mean, his dad was a failed supervillain with the power of bad luck, but that's just more of an embarrassing talk piece than anything. By the time he was born, his dad was reformed and...Trying to get his life together. Key word being try. His mom was a terrible woman through and through, though with his dad's luck, that shouldn't be any surprise.

However, from the moment he was born, things took an unexpectedly bright turn for his family. Like a miracle, his mother seemed to soften right after her darling baby boy was brought into the world, and even his pops was finding some unusually good luck for his track record. The family lived in Passenger Island, as a way to get away from his dad's history (which could barely be called a criminal record; more like a bunch of flubbed bank robberies), so his young life was pretty normal. Beyond the fact that good things always seemed to come to Leon, as if attracted to him.

He'd walk the sidewalk and find a lucky dollar bill on the ground. People flocked around him and became friends like it was natural. He'd buy a soda at the vending machine, and it'd pop out a few extra for good measure. It was inexplicable, but luck seemed to be his closest friend.

For a younger, more kindred Leon, these were just nice little occurrences; not much to really think about. As he grew up, though, he gained a desire to test just how lucky he could be...He'd start cheating on tests and never get caught. He'd pickpocket a passerby and they'd move on without a care in the world. He'd snatch a nice piece of jewelry from a store, and miraculously the security feed gets corrupted...

The more he grew, the more arrogance came with his power. By the time he graduated high school (which in his defense, was still mostly through his own merits), he was actively abusing his luck to get what he wanted. Every week he'd have a new lovely girlfriend on the college campus. Somehow, he'd find the answer sheet to a surprise pop quiz from his economic studies professor. Hell, he'd play a match of Poker and strip the football team for all their worth in bets!

That one...Garnered his interest a lot. If his luck was good enough to guarantee victory in games of chance, well...He knew what he wanted to do. He ended up dropping out of college, and with a pep in his step, he began to make waves in Atlantica. Within months, casinos across the artificial island were suddenly struggling to make back the profits they were losing...All to one man. It didn't take long for nearly every casino on the island to give this kid the boot, but not before he'd made a grand fortune already.

With his extraordinary funds, he bought up one of the poshest pents he could get his hands on, and began to live the life of an extraordinarily rich bachelor...

The funds from the casinos didn't last too much longer with his wild spending habits and extravagant parties. As such, he needed something new to make money with. And hey, why not heroics? In times like these, H.E.R.O. could certainly use a bit of good luck...

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Leon's luck spreads to many different facets of life. Nearly anything he attempts, from cooking to skating and beyond, ends rather well...But admittedly he does have a particular interest in painting, especially life portraits.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

C

[ POWERS ]

Leon might not have much actually going for him, but at the very least, life loves to give him some Lucky Breaks.

Leon's Power, known as Lucky Break, is very simple, but also incredibly enigmatic. Put simply? He has good luck. It can range from the minor, like finding a quarter on the street or a generous stranger buying him a free coffee, or completely insane, like miraculously dodging a life-threatening attack or "accidentally" stumbling upon a villain's hideout. The possibilities are endless! Even if he doesn't
have much say over it...

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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With how he does absolutely zero exercise and eats junk more often than not, it truly is a miracle he's still as fit as your average Joe; but that's all he is. 2/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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Second verse, same as the first. He's completely average. Which, again, is almost surprising given his lifestyle... 2/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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In spite of having cheated a bit in high school, he was bright enough on his own merits to get into college, and likely could've made it through college with ease, if he had so wished. So essentially, he is smart, but doesn't care much about said smarts. 4/10.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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On his own, normally Leon's destructive capability would probably be, like, a zero. However...In some occasions, his power has caused surprisingly intensive damage to his surroundings, should it favor him. It is put low due to it being a very unusual occurrence for his power. 3/10.

[ LETHALITY ]
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In a similar boat to Destruction, Lethality is...Interesting. His power rarely causes something immediately fatal to occur for another individual, but it has been known to cause old injuries or sicknesses to flair up in individuals opposing Leon, which could result in death. It also sometimes indirectly harms others, to rare, but possibly lethal, degrees. 3/10.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Truth be told, Leon might as well be made of tissue paper. Never in his life has he been sick, or hit, or really had anything happen to his body....That he didn't want, of course. *Wink* Jokes aside, he's an absolute baby bitch boy when it comes to physical confrontation, and his power knows this. It's why it does its best to get him out of the way of anything like that. 1/10.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Leon's power is always on, constantly acting in his favor, and has no cost, not to mention its incredible potency...If there is at least one winning factor for Leon, it is certainly Lucky Break. 10/10.

[ SKILLS ]

Due to his luck, Leon excels at anything he does, really. However, he does possess a special knack for art...And being a nosy bastard.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Handgun:Leon is well aware that he is, ultimately, just a guy trying to throw down with superhumans. As such, he was wise enough to invest in a simple handgun, should the situation call for it.

Extraordinarily Expensive Phone:The phone he casually totes around might actually be worth more than some people's houses. This state-of-the-art cell phone does it all, really. Facial recognition software, the top quality camera, holographic projection for videos and the like, and a dozen other features Leon himself probably has no clue about.

@Mintz

beautiful. welcome aboard C:

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Polaris

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"Mom says always to play nice but that’s a bit boring… dont ya think?"

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[  NAME  ]

Riley Hart (a.k.a Riley Bardot)

 
[  HERO IDENTITY  ]

Polaris

 
[  NICKNAME/ALIAS  ]

RiRi, Riles, R-Dawg

 
[  AGE  ]

19

 
[ GENDER ]

Female

 
[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O (present)

 
[  APPEARANCE  ]

Appearance

At a height of 5ft 4, Riley cuts a slim figure, although she has a decent degree of musculature from years of dancing and training. Two pretty parents led naturally to the creation of a pretty daughter, and she was often doted on for her bright blue eyes in her younger years. She has a shock of white hair that is usually worn long and loose, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her skin is fair in tone and in the summer months especially her face is usually covered by a good smattering of freckles. Yet despite all this, Riley seems to pay little attention to her appearance. It’s not that she looks bad or her clothes clash or anything, but she does just tend to grab the nearest clean piece of clothing. Certain metal objects also have a habit of trying to stick to her…this is not a fashion choice. It really is very annoying.

 
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Pants on fire- Rileys formative years led her to becoming a rather adept liar. It’s not that she does it purposefully or anything but occasionally she’ll find the odd one slipping out and have to scramble to correct herself…or follow it down the rabbit hole. Usually it’s just white lies but on occasion she’s gotten herself into trouble because of this tricky habit. 
 
Due South - Riley would like to think of herself as a good person but sometimes she finds her moral compass veering away from north. Most often this occurs when she is using her powers, with the young hero tending to get a bit overenthusiastic, forgetting she’s meant to be protecting people. It’s nothing too serious…just a temporary lapse in recognising that other people have feelings and emotions and the ability to be hurt…

Chatterbox - having inherited the gift of the gab, Riley has a way of charming others and can easily make friends when she wants to. She genuinely enjoys being around other people and, as befitting any Hart, does not have a shy bone in her body. Surprisingly she is somewhat oblivious to flirting, and will often have no idea when someone is trying to hit on her. At the age of 13, she went on four dates with a poor boy from her school and even then, still insisted they were only friends.
 
Not just a pretty face - Too clever for her own good, Riley is quick to learn and slow to forget. It also means she’s has a habit of getting bored easily and will often be creating new games to entertain herself. Usually other people end up getting drawn into this, which does not always end well.
 
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger - Riley has no qualms with standing up for herself and can be pretty stubborn when she wants to be. Particularly when it comes to using her powers, she pretty much won’t stop until she’s either defeated them…or passed out from exhaustion.

 
[ BIO ]

Liberty Bardot, a.k.a Miss Phantom, had always wanted to be a hero. That’s how she ended up at LATCH and how, she was sent on a mission to track down a gang of minor villains in Tijuana, Mexico. That was also how, whilst drinking one too many tequilas in an overcrowded bar, did she run into Wyatt Hart. Or Ben Warren, as he had pegged himself at that time. Liberty and Ben had gotten on like a house on fire. He told her about how he’d grown up in Brookside, how his parents had unfortunately suffered at the hands of drugs, and how when he discovered his powers of telepathy (minor he’d said, only with touch and only emotions) he’d started to travel the continent, hoping to help others. Between scouting & surveillance missions, the two would spend all their free time together. And when the gang they had been tracking turned out to be connected to a larger ring of cartels, Liberty asked if she could stay behind in Tijuana. Her phasing powers made her ideal for covert work, so LATCH agreed and she remained in Mexico, and what had once been a simple fling turned into something more. Or so she thought…

Liberty had never planned to have children but when she fell pregnant several months later, she never once questioned about whether she would keep the baby. Afterall, Ben was basically the love of her life. Yet just as they were celebrating the birth of their baby girl, did she receive an alert from LATCH. Bens face had flagged up in their system…an escaped S class villain from the Supermax prison in Castleburg. A murderer. It was over before she’d even had time to register what had happened… Wyatt, sensing that she now knew he was, had taken the baby and ran. Liberty had tried to catch up to them but it was like finding a needle in a haystack, his powers making it near impossible to keep up with him. Distraught, Liberty had flown straight back to Los Angeles, determined to find Riley if it was the last thing she ever did.

With the help of LATCH, after seven and a half years Liberty was able to track down Wyatt and Riley at the very southern point  of Argentina, in a city called Rio Gallegos. Although it was subtle, the Ringmaster had been unable to help leaving a trail of chaos behind him. A mission with months worth of planning behind it, and a handy resistance to telepathy when phasing, led to Liberty finally getting her daughter back, although Wyatt managed to get away…

On spending some time with Riley, Liberty was dismayed to find that her daughter had picked up her fair share of bad habits over the years. For a 7 year old, she was an astoundingly good liar (whether a learnt habit from her father or as a way to try circumvent the telepathy…she didn’t know) and seemed to care little about the emotions or feelings of others. It was far from how she would have raised her. This combined with the recent discovery of her powers made for a bad mix. Determined to make sure she didn’t fall down the path of villainy, Liberty set out to fix her daughter.

Yet they couldn’t stay in one place, for fear he would find them and the two were always on the move. Sure, they might get 6 months, a year…maybe even 2 in one town or city, but always and eventually would they have to move on. Life was more akin to that of a military child for Riley than anything else. It was difficult, and Riley was clever & easily bored, but years of encouragement and keeping her distracted by extracurricular activities, summer jobs, tutors…helped form a young girl who looked a bit less worrying. But the instability had taken its toll on Riley and despite her mother’s best efforts to teach her otherwise, she missed her father. And as Riley’s powers became stronger, her ability and desire to control them became weaker. Liberty knew she was good at heart but the temptation to let loose was sometimes too much. One such incident involved a junk yard and far more rusty metal than the Riley should ever be allowed around. Although no one was killed, a few broken bones and several angry parents, meant that the pair once again had to move towns.

It was only after a few more close calls that Liberty finally gave Riley an ultimatum. She could choose to become a hero…or a villain, but if she chose the latter, than she would personally make sure she was locked up in a Supermax person. Riley laughed about it but eventually aceeded, deciding to take the path of a hero. It was how, just over a year ago, the pair moved to Castleburg, settling down in the borough of North Brigold and how Riley finally signed up to H.E.R.O.

 
|  MISCELLANEOUS  |

Has a completely reasonable and totally not dumb…fear of robots.

Riley has a habit of singing rather loudly, and unashamedly, whenever she has her earbuds in.

[ RANKING ]

A+

 

abiltiies

[ POWERS ]

Rileys powers are based around her ability to control the earths magnetic fields, giving her control over the electromagnetic spectrum and magnetic metals. She can manipulate metallic metals in such a way that she can lift and to an extent, reform them, to her desires. She can also manipulate the fields to give her a degree of levitation and to create forcefields but it’s chucking around metal that she really finds fun.
 
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Although fairly athletic, strength is by no means her, well…strength. She’s not planning on entering herself into any arm wrestling contests anytime soon.
 
[ AGILITY ]
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Being involved in sports throughout her life has increased her agility some but it’s mainly her ability to manipulate the earths magnetic fields (and consequently levitate), that puts her at an advantage in this area.
 
[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Riley is rather intelligent and by no means a genius, she can easily pick up new skills and abilities. She’s good at thinking on her feet and coming up with plans. 
 
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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Riley’s control of magnetic fields allows her to manipulate ferrous metals. This includes being able to lift, mend and reconstruct metallic objects. Particularly in places with man-made structures, this can lead to the potential for immense amounts of damage, although put her in an empty field…and her ability to destroy becomes significantly reduced. 
 
[ LETHALITY ]
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Similar to destructiveness, Riley’s ability to manipulate metallic metals can be used to potentially lethal ends. Put simply, it’s never a good idea to shoot bullets at Polaris. She also has the potential to manipulate even the iron in the bodies of others but she’s been told she’ll be shipped off to Timbucktu if she ever dares attempt such a thing. Riley personally thinks it might be fun to see Timbucktu.
 
[ ENDURANCE ]
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Riley finds using her powers to be extremely tiring and will often push herself to the brink of exhaustion during fights. If she uses her powers for a sustained length of time or tries to manipulate a particularly large object, she will find herself quickly feeling weak. It is because of this that she can often be found napping after big fights. She once tried to move an entire traffic jam full of cars out of sheer annoyance and boredom…it led to her passing out and being grounded for a month by her mother. 
 
[ EFFICACY ]
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Being that magnetic fields cover the entirety of the earth, and living in a city with plenty of access to metallic metals, means Riley rarely is unable to use her powers. However this could be mitigated by changing her environment.
 
[ SKILLS ]

Riley picked up a good smattering of Spanish whilst in South America, and was also taught bits & pieces of Russian & French throughout her childhood. Although she’s not entirely fluent in any of them, she definitely knows enough to get by.

 
[ EQUIPMENT ]

Riley carries a handful of small metal objects in her pockets. They’re typically seemingly useless things like a coin, paper clip, sewing needle etc...

@Danvers

Love her! Accepted!

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

A vicious brawler with a hunger for challenge enters the scene...

Gatling

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Gatling

"I think....There's something real tasteless about weapons. Men're meant to rip each other apart with their own power. You feel me?"

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[ NAME ]

Grant Miller.

[ VILLAIN IDENTITY ]

Death Arms (it's a placeholder for him, really; will come up with his proper villain name of Gatling in-RP)

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Gorilla (old high school nickname), Griff (street name, since Grant isn't the most intimidating one...)

[ AGE ]

35

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

Ex-Gang Leader, Ex-Underground Meta Fight Ring Champion, Current Petty Crook (and unhappy about it)

[ APPEARANCE ]

Grant is incredibly well-built, standing at nigh 7 feet tall, and weighing well over 200 lbs. worth of muscle, he is, simply put, ripped. Most notably, his arms are especially thick and powerfully built, and are a fair bit larger than you'd expect, which earned him the name 'Gorilla' in high school. Beyond his physique, his hair is of a light brown coloration, and it appears largely unkempt and matted, and his deep orange eyes, while almost always heavy with the sleeplessness he brings himself from nights of training, also carry in them a burning fire of passion unlike any other....

For clothing, he's a simple man. Even now that he's a 'villain' in the vaguest sense that he's a crook that uses powers, he dresses incredibly casually. Naught but a white shirt, stretched to the brink from his size and musculature, a light brown leather belt with his light blue hoodie tucked into it, a pair of comfortably baggy black pants, and some fairly heavy-duty black boots befitting a man of his stature. Oh, and of course, his mask; a remnant of his time as a champion of the ring, it was made personally for him by an old friend, and is one of few things he'd consider a keepsake.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Grant, while outwardly pretty put-together and chill, is a hot-blooded warrior through and through, driven by his desire to use his power to the fullest. His greatest goal in life is to constantly seek out challenges that can slake his thirst for battle, to keep testing himself, as well as to find others worthy of his respect. He actively believes that fighters should be able to win with nothing but what comes to them naturally, and thinks less of those who have to rely on gadgets and weapons to achieve victory.

When it comes to fights, Grant is all-or-nothing; in anything more than sparring (which he's rarely done in his life), he's always fought each battle he's in as if it were life-and-death. Which, in his defense, most were. This mindset has led him to the point that a fight where he can't stake his life against another's feels meaningless to him, living for the rush of a truly bloody, messy battle.

When it comes to fighting, Grant is quite unwilling to work together with others, wanting to win with his own power. Beyond fighting, however, he can function in a unit well enough. He greatly prefers fighting people one-on-one, as it feels more personal that way, and won't hesitate to obliterate anything - or anyone - who gets in the way of a good fight.

In spite of this violent, kill-or-be-killed nature, Grant is also surprisingly honorable for a brute as himself. He shows nothing but respect for those actually willing to fight him, and he thinks highly of any individuals who cant defeat him (or at least survive him). He never uses underhanded tactics, and is always up-front about himself and his goals. Additionally, while he is more than willing to kill others, and has done it many times before, it's not something he's always seeking to do. He'd much prefer to let a strong, admirable enemy live than finish them off, and never seeks to get any weaklings involved, actively abhorring the idea of taking hostages or using citizens as a distraction, or anything of that sort.

[ BIO ]

Growing up in Brookside was never going to be easy, and Grant learned that quick growing up. Real early on in his life, things were fine; hell, by the standards of this side of the city, they were fantastic. His father, while not the most well-known Hero, was one, and did a damn fine job providing for the family. And his mom, well...Even back then she wasn't all there, but she always did her best. Back then, at least.

That status quo changed when his pops got caught up in a fight with a seriously bad news villain; by the time everything was said and done, the news was already reporting the death of Mighty Man. Didn't take long for his mom to break down, and for little Grant, well...He wasn't even old enough to really process properly. All he knew was his dad screwed up, and now he wasn't coming home. From that day on, he resented his old man for being that weak, that if he was stronger, none of what happened next woulda happened.

But, it happened.

Pretty quickly, Grant began figuring out what his mom's whole deal was, now that the filer of his dad wasn't there. Turns out she was a recovering drug addict; and not just any kind. She was hopped up on Meta-boosters, the kinda shit that'd turn a dude who could make a blade pop out his elbow into a storm of razor-sharp blades slicing ya into ribbons. With his father gone, she reverted pretty hard. But young Grant only knew that his mom was being real unstable and taking some weird stuff. The full story was that she had another thing she reverted back to...

Crime.

Little Grant knew she was putting money on the table, and that's all that mattered to him. His mum, though, was busy putting people in the dirt and breaking into stores for a quick buck. Truth be told, the boy's just lucky he grew up in Brookside of all places, or else his mom probably woulda been eventually caught. However, she managed to stay under the radar for long enough, and he grew up....About the same way every Brookside kid did. Crummy schools, shitty social life, the digs. 'Course, he was also picked on about his dad, cuz kid's can be ruthless that way. He got known pretty quick for being the kinda boy to start fights, landing himself in detention more times than he can count.

The dynamic changed once he hit high school. Over summer break, Grant had....Quite the growth spurt. Going from about 5'7 at age 13 to 6'3 with giant arms at age 14. Definitely abnormal. He didn't think too hard about it...But of course, the other boys did. Didn't take long for some of the older kids to get pissed off at the guy who walked in freshman year looking like a full-blown body builder. So, like normal, he got in a fight with a kid. Y'know what ain't normal?

Throwing a punch, expecting to bruise the dude a bit, and instead breaking your own arm alongside the kid's whole left ribcage.

Needless to say, he had to take a little more than detention for this one. Doesn't help that while he was in ER, the kid died from a punctured lung and internal bleeding. Got stuck in juvie for a few solid months, but got off due to good behavior and a generous court ruling, since there was no way that Grant would've known he'd...Do that. Speaking of, during his time in juvie, they of course fixed his arm up and had some Meta professionals take a look at what was going on.

Turns out, beyond some latent physical bulk from his late pops beginning to spring up, he had his very own Meta ability; he was able to rotate his shoulders at incredible speeds, not only gathering kinetic energy but also building up incredible speeds for, well....Punching things. Only catch? Turns out, according to the eggheads, his body couldn't handle the power output of his ability, and they suggested he refrain from using it whenever possible.

Clearly they underestimated the drive of this kid. You just told a boy that notoriously gets into fights and doesn't stop until his opponent's a crumpled mess, that he can absolutely decimate enemies with a flurry of blows so fast that the human eye couldn't even register it, and you tell him not to use it? Hah...Funny.

Needless to say, after he was out of juvie (and having to calm down his mum having a drug-induced panic attack over the whole incident), he set to training his body to the absolute limit. If he had power....Then he'd use it, professionals be damned. Turns out, once he finally came back to school, that his stunt on that kid had earned him a lot more attention than he was used to. Both the good and the bad.

Some came to fear and shun him, yet others, outcasts among the outcasts of Brookside...They respected him, and rallied behind him. Truth be told? He wasn't really sure what to make of it. He never really was the leading type, and he still ain't to this day. But back then, he made it work, because having anyone to rely on in Brookside is a boon you simply can't pass up.

Didn't take long for his troop of pals to become a gang, emboldened by Grant's absolute strength. Even while the group was just a bunch of high schoolers, they started making a name for themselves on the streets of Brookside. Honestly though, he didn't lead the group so much as his right-hand lady, Mira (or Miranda, if you wanted a few broken teeth). She was one of the first people Grant came to respect, having actually fought her and lost, breaking his arms yet again in the process of that fight. Her only power was an insane amount of durability, but truth be told, it's all you need against a guy who breaks his own body to fight. Point is, he put his full trust in her to do things right by the gang, and she did. Simple as that.

Eventually, Grant...Didn't graduate high school. Honestly, were you expecting anything less? He did manage to get to senior year before losing the will to give a fuck about education though, so give him some credit there. From then on, his little ragamuffin bunch became a full-fledged street gang, becoming mainly known for never using weapons and all having powers, being dubbed by other Brookside gangs as The Mutants.

Eventually though, however well the gang was doing, Grant chose to step down and leave it to Mira. Doing petty crimes and fighting off rival gangs wasn't fulfilling him in the way he needed. So, with that, he said his goodbyes to the group and stepped onto his own path...Though still visiting on occasion.

In due time, Grant bounced between job to job. Usually hired muscle. Was a bouncer at a bar for a few months before he socked a dude's jaw clean off. His next big break, however, was in the shadows, as he heard whispers of an underground fighting circuit, made for Metahumans to fight tooth and claw for cash prizes. Sounded like his kinda place...

And for a time, it was. Early on, the fights for a younger Grant were brutal and exhilarating, each one more dangerous than the last, and each one a win for the crowd-dubbed Death Arms. The paydays certainly weren't bad either; it was a nice change of pace for him to be able to afford more than apartment rent and ramen noodles every month. Over time, though, the opponents just kept on putting up less of a challenge. Within his golden years as Death Arms, he became notorious for either instantly K.O.ing his opposition (or sometimes killing them, but hey, it happens), or leaving them so battered from the first assault they simply surrender. For the crowds, it was incredible to watch him decimate enemies, but for him, it was starting to become dull...

Inevitably, the people who actually had to pay fighters were starting to get sick of this champion individual. Slowly but surely, the shady higher-ups of this operation began cutting into the paychecks he was supposed to be getting. Grant might not be the brightest, but he caught on quick enough; and he wasn't pleased. He put those assholes in their place (though he didn't kill any of them....At least, he's pretty sure he didn't) and took the money he was due, and with that, he cut ties with the underground ring.

Nowadays, while he ain't proud about it, much less happy, he's more or less a common smash-and-grab robber making ends meet. But perhaps a lucky break will come through for him soon...

| MISCELLANEOUS |

While Grant still actively visits The Mutants, he also still checks up on his mom from time to time. Also, after his street gang years, he finally got her to stop playing the villain and has used the money he makes to look out for her, though it's out of respect for her and her attempts to keep the family going, not obligation or pity on her current state. He thinks quite highly of his mother in spite of her tendencies.

Also, in his younger years, Grant actually got into motorcycles, and still drives one that he stole a couple years back. He's surprisingly skilled at it, too.

When fighting Grant, there are two primary methods to look at; you either find someone who can outlast him and throw 'em in the tiger's den, or you have someone who can immediately immobilize/incapacitate him. Anything less is risky, since his power is incredibly lethal and he is not without the intent to kill with it.

In theory, if you have ranged abilities/weaponry, those are also good for keeping distance. But if you can't actually defeat him with said ranged options, it'll likely prove to only stall him.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

A

[ POWERS ]

Grant's Powers, beyond some general superphysiology (clearly evident by a glance at the guy, honestly), his real Meta ability, he has dubbed Wind-Up.

Wind-Up will be explained in-depth, but to put it in the layman's terms Grant would be familiar with, it allows him to make a barrage of punches within the span of a few seconds, each packing insane speed and force behind them. However, overuse will quickly make his arms unusable and liable to full-on shattering.

For a more thorough explanation, Wind-Up allows Grant's arms to store up kinetic energy from motions he makes, most specifically the action he dubbed the ability off of, that being him winding his shoulders up before a fight. That, in tandem with his ability's power to freely rotate his shoulders, allows him to unleash a high-velocity, high-impact barrage of strikes. Repeated use slowly causes torn ligaments and muscle fibers, and inevitably ends with his arms broken and worthless for a good while before they can heal up.

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In spite of his appearance, raw physical strength isn't his forte. His power is far more about attacking and destroying than it is lifting, grappling, etc. I mean, he can still probably do some pretty impressive stuff, maybe lift a car or something if he puts his back into it, but overall, this is actually a carry-over from his father's physical power, and has little to do with his ability of Wind-Up. 5/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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Grant is physically fit, but due to his size, is far from supremely agile. Can still outmaneuver a normal person, but folks with slimmer builds, or God forbid some kind of Speed ability, shouldn't have much trouble avoiding him. However, if you get within range of his attacks, dodging those is almost out of the question unless you're a hardcore speedster. Still, that's a niche, and less to do with his overall mobility. 3/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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He didn't even graduate high school, what'dya expect? While he's not a complete dunce, and is actually pretty smart when it comes to combat, beyond that, he's....Sorely lacking. 2/10.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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For a guy who just punches things, his destructive potential is tremendous. Next to nothing can withstand his barrage of attacks, and while widespread damage is hard for a guy who only punches things, if left to his own devices, he could easily levels buildings within seconds. 8/10.

[ LETHALITY ]
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While there are more lethal abilities out there, you'd be hard-pressed to find them. A normal human could be turned into a red mist in a blink of an eye with his attacks, and even the most durable folks out there will certainly feel his blows as they hammer into them. Not to mention his attacks can come so fast that few can even react to them, and that they hit with such force and speed that they also impart a tremendous amount of heat in them too...Point is, if you're made of anything less than some super-alloy, or you don't got the moves to dodge some insanely fast blows....Steer clear. 9/10.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Grant is tough enough to manage some low-caliber firearms and most martial weapons without much issue, but he ain't quite as invincible as most super bulky Metahumans. However, he has an incredible pain tolerance from years of literally having his arms torn apart at their seams, as well as a burning drive for battle. If he fights, it'd honestly be more likely he dies before he falls unconscious. 6/10

[ EFFICACY ]
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Technically speaking, his ability is incredibly efficient, able to defeat or kill most enemies in a single round of attacks. The issue is anything that goes longer than that....The more he has to use his ability in a fight, the more likely it is to inevitably backfire on him and leave him largely defenseless. This is only compounded by the fact that those are the kinds of fights he actively looks for... 2/10.

[ SKILLS ]

Motor-biking: While it was more of a pastime than anything, he is stunningly proficient in driving motorcycles. However, he finds them difficult to use in tandem with his power, so he typically just uses them to get around or have a joyride now and then.

Proficient Combatant: He may have never had proper training per se, but life is the best teacher. Between his time in the gang and the ring, he's grown spectacularly as a fighter, having adapted a boxer-esque fighting style, prodding an enemy's defenses while keeping his own guard up, waiting for the chance of a finisher.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Restraint Gauntlets: While a bit roughly put-together, his gauntlets were designed by folks in the underground ring to help him manage his own power. The gauntlets help absorb a bit of the shock from his own attacks, allowing him to keep going a bit longer. However, they weren't designed with insulation in mind, so while they maintain his arms fairly well, they actually make him cook a bit faster than he should. And given that he cut ties with the ring, he should find some replacements sooner than later...

@Mintz

@canaryrose@Hitman

Well, not the best bio but it’s done and here she is!

RENDER

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"In a world where you can be anything, be kind"

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[ NAME ]

Nilin Hong

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Render

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Ren, Copycat

[ AGE ]

20

[ GENDER ]

Female

[ AFFILIATION ]

Full-time Operative for HERO
Former Private Investigator

[ APPEARANCE ]

Straight jet black hair falls just below her shoulders, brushing up against the lightly tanned skin of her rounded cheeks. Her delicate face framed by a pair of fake wire-rimmed glasses sitting at the bridge of her nose, which do not come close to hiding her almond-shaped chestnut colored eyes which seemed to give off a doe-like expression. A petite frame of 5’3 and a 120 pounds makes her appear fragile to most at first glance but if one were to look closer they would see the lean muscle of her arms and toned legs which suggest a different story.

She can mostly be found in sweaters or anything that is loose fitting as it gives her a comfy feel. She does not mind showing a bit of skin but is usually reserved for tank tops and off the shoulder shirts. Jeans and leggings will always be her first choice but every now and then you could be blessed with seeing her in a dress though for her they are usually saved for special occasions.

Suit Appearance

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Nilin is the kind of person that always seems to be there when you need someone to lend you an ear or a shoulder to cry on. She is very loyal and protective of her friends and those she views as her makeshift family. She is soft-spoken and caring to those around her which would make most think she is not cut out to be a fighter but that image of her will change rather quickly if you get on her bad side. She is known for having a sharp tongue and will cut you down to size flawlessly if you are deserving of it.

Nilin can seem shy or nervous with crowds sometimes but she has her reasons for this. If you knew her on a personal level then you would find that she is fearless and is willingly spontaneous on the fly. She is happy to give her input freely and always open to change, rolling with the punches of life. She is very aware that she could be hurt and is very weak compared to most but she will not deny what she is and wants to make a difference.

[ BIO ]

To say her parents' relationship was a toxic one would be an understatement and adding her into the mix had just placed further complications. Her father was a bit of a mixed bag personality wise and not in a good way. One moment he could almost seem like the perfect example of husband and father, doting and caring. The next, he could be just downright hateful being abusive physically and verbally to both her mother and her which only worsened when he drowned into alcohol. He would manipulate her mother’s emotions, press on the fear conditioned over the years or even use Nilin as a threat against her so she would not even entertain the idea of leaving him. It became the normal of her life, not realizing what a happy family should be but even ignorant she still debated running away from it all. Sadly, she couldn’t bring herself to do so as she wouldn’t abandon her mother to stay with a monster. It was them two against the world, allies in the hell that was their lives that neither one could stand up against. Keeping each other’s hopes up and just trying to survive even though escape could have been so very simple. She told herself that if she followed the rules laid out, listened to her mother, and never talked back to her father then maybe more good days would happen. Nilin found herself avoiding the problems of home by doing extra curricular activities and anything to pass the time. Gymnastics being the main she tried for a bit of freedom and if a bruise or two appeared then at least it would be an easy explanation to blame it on. It wasn’t a perfect life or a fairytale by any means but at least she thought it couldn’t get worse than this. How very wrong she was because in the end, things boiled over as things tend to do, a night of too much paranoia and drinking led to the very last time her mother would protect her.

She found herself alone, a father in jail and her mother gone with only a pair of glasses to remember her by. She blamed herself, not being strong enough to stand up to her father or to protect her mother and for not convincing her to leave sooner. Nilin bounced around, in and out of new homes over the next few years of her young life, going wherever they had the room. She dropped gymnastic classes, switching to karate while keeping up the gymnastics in her own personal time as a hobby since it was still enjoyable but she never wanted to be weak again so she worked hard to be different. If she was a troublemaker or got roughed up to learn then that is what she would do. That was much to the dismay of the places she lived which only added to the more unstable lifestyle she possessed and a key factor in her moving so much. She eventually landed in a foster home that would one day become her forever home though she knew little about that at the time. A wild bunch of kids ranging from different ages, some with powers and some without, all in the care of a lovely pair who worked to take on what others might view as lost causes.

Victor, while stern and on the more serious side, was kind, clearly adoring his wife and actually viewed all of the children they housed as theirs since he took an active role to support them like a real parent should. A lover of history, the place was filled to the brim with his archeological collection and articles of what had been his discoveries. It was fascinating to hear the tales behind each object (knights and samurai armor being her absolute favorite) and to hear about all the places he had been. He always stated that the key to the future lies in the past, we just need to make sure you use the right key, an easy way to say learn from your mistakes. Gemini was always the soft spoken one and the voice of reason, a true nurturer through and through. She reminded Nilin so much of her own mother and it was easy to let the woman become a role model to her. Her mother couldn’t be replaced but having Gemini eased the pain and guilt she felt at the loss of her mother. It was a surprise to her in the early days that instead of being something like a stay at home mom or a nurse, she was a private investigator and owner of a small company. That she helped people in a different way. It set her down a better path, a goal to reach for and focus on that wasn’t in a negative light. She joined the small agency when she was out of high school and worked there almost two years before she decided that she needed a change. That she could do more and help more so she started looking into HERO, signing up.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

• She has a large family though none of them are related to her.
• She often has headphones or a book to help her drown out other peoples signatures, trying to focus on anything else other than linking. It isn’t the greatest or most successful method but does help.
• She has perfect vision. Her glasses do not have a prescription in them but she wears them for sentimental value

[ RANKING ]

B

[ POWERS ]

Telepathic Synchronization
A telepathic link that synchronizes to a single chosen individual around her and adjusts her body to contain and mimic the powers of another person.

Qualities of Ability:
- Brain Wave Signature - Nilin can automatically sense if someone has powers as her own powers try to synchronize with the individuals around her without her control until she can tune them out and recognize their own individual signature/pattern. It does come in handy to know who is who without looking. The negative side, it is one of the reasons she does not like crowds and will try to avoid being in that situation as much as possible because she is not sure what the outcome will be with a Russian roulette of a random power.

- Telepathic Mimicry - Nilin syncronizes her brain waves with that of another via a telepathic link and once they are connected, she mimics the powers they possess and they become her own. It isn't to say that she can perfectly control this power the first time as it is like having a new power spring up that you don't know the limits too. She could easily wear herself out or overdo it without realizing. With practice and training, she can learn the power and the person that wields it to have more control and become fluent with the host powers.

- Physical Reconstruction - On a physical level, Nilin's body adjusts and changes so she can house the powers she receives. You can't spit acid without your body being ready for such an action after all. This is not really a pleasant experience but one she must endure if she wants to use someone else's powers. It would be like growing suddenly and causes aching if not worse depending on the changes that must be made.

Strengths of Ability
- Original Strength - When Nilin copies the powers of another, she gains all of the strengths they have when using their powers.

- Rank Boost - Her power level boosts to the same rank as the person she is copying and might be a little less than the original if she is still trying to learn the power.

- Sensing - Due to her syncronizing with brain waves, she can sense who is near her if she remembers what the person's brain wave feels like or looks like. It is a nifty trick for her to pinpoint someone in a crowd.

Weaknesses of Ability
- Original Weakness - While she gains all the strengths of the power she is using, she also takes all the weaknesses of that power as well. There is no picking or choosing what to copy as it is an all package deal.

- Mental Blocks - Her powers will not work on someone who can shield their minds or block her from their thoughts. If she can't synchronize then she cannot mimic their powers. This makes her weak against people with mental capabilities.

- Reconstruction - Physical Reconstruction can be extremely painful in some cases and she has to work through the pain. It is complete willpower that helps her through this. It helps having the powers linked before going into battle but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. It can make her a little weaker though if the pain is too much and less able to do certain moves.

- Alone - If Nilin does not have another person around her then she is by all definition, completely human. Yes, she is trained/skilled fighter but even that will only get her so far. She has to tag team with someone else which means she is very vulnerable without them. If she slips up and gets too far away then this could be a dangerous outcome for her.

Limitations of Ability
- Range - Nilin has to stay within a certain range of the person she is linked to or she will lose all the powers that she is copying. This range can get a little broader with trying but there will always be a limit she cannot pass.

- Multiple Mimicry - She cannot copy the powers of more than one person at any given time. If she needed another power, she would have to desynchronize with the person she was linked with so she could synchronize with another. This all takes a good amount of time to do.

- Control - She does not have perfect control of powers gained. She actually has to work hard and train to get better at the powers so that she can understand how they work and what to avoid doing. She actually has to lean on the other person to advise her.

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« 3/10 » She is above the average human in terms of strength but the only reason for this is that she has trained her body, pushed herself to the limit, and kept herself in good shape. She has learned to use other peoples strengths against them in battle because she is still weak when not linked to another.

[ AGILITY ]
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« 3/10 » Without someone to link with, she is the equivalent to a track star which is faster than most but nothing special. What gives her a bit more edge is her training in gymnastics which helps boost this so she can evade and do flips with ease.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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« 5/10 » She is by no means a genius and doesn’t pretend to be but she is clever and likes to look at things in a different way. For her, things are a puzzle or a mystery to figure out and she works to get to the bottom of it. If anything, street smarts are always a positive to have.

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« 2/10 » To think she is destructible without the assistance of a link is laughable. Sure, she can do what an average human can but that doesn’t come anywhere close to what powers can do.

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« 2/10 » She has the fighting skills to be lethal for an average human being but for someone with powers, not likely. Even if she has the skills to do so, she would refuse to do so. She will always try to avoid the taking of a life if there is any way out of doing so.

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« 7/10 » In terms of stamina, she is probably not going to be winning any awards and is pretty average. The reason for her ranking being so high is that she is literally built to endure through the pain and unpleasantness of the changes to her body. She can take on a massive amount of pain without passing out or giving up. She works through it and while it can weaken her and she can be hurt, it takes a lot to actually *keep* her down.

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« 2/10 » Without another person to link with, she is helpless and must rely on her fighting skills alone. This is not enough to give her any rank other than the one listed.

[ SKILLS ]

- Nunchaku - Combines offensive and defensive moves, so both locks and strikes. She usually wields it with one hand, but it can also be paired with other weapons if she chooses. Nilin whirls it around, using its hardened handles for blunt force, as well as wrapping its chain around an attacking weapon to immobilize or disarm an opponent. Nunchaku training has increased her hand speed, improve posture, self-restraint and conditioned her hands.

- Tai Chi Chuan - While most think of this for medical benefits such as stress relief and doing something akin to yoga, it is also a slowed down graceful form of actual combat. Speed up the existing motions learned and they have a very real application for each move. Tai Chi Chuan's emphasis on the technique of yielding and attacking at the same time means there should be defensive and offensive intention in each movement so that the counterstrike will be quicker and will seize the opponent's weak area before they can recover. This combination involves every part of the body; thus she trained her whole body to be sensitive, nimble and flexible. This is different from most martial arts styles where offensive and defensive techniques occur separately.

- Gymnastics - Nilin uses this to flip away from enemies and to be able to jump over objects with more ease. It has helped train her upper body to be able to hold her body weight if she would need to be more stealthy. She can't know for sure but in her opinion, she has displayed more physical agility and coordination with the help of gymnastics.

Minor Skills: Sewing, Cooking, Gardening

[ EQUIPMENT ]

- Metal Claws - While making her suit, she was semi-inspired by the knights of old and made a metal shoulder armor to protect that side and use more for blocking or ramping if need be. It didn't seem complete with just the shoulder as a defense so she continued down the arm to make some nice moveable metal claws on one hand of her suit. This adds a little kick to her punches or she can use the claws which will give them a good scratch and do worse depending on where she can land a hit.

- Throwing Daggers - She can't do anything crazy like hitting a fly square on but she still has a pretty amazing aim. She could probably chuck a dagger at you and pin you to the wall without actually hitting you. It gets a little harder with a moving target so she is not 100% accurate and can, of course, miss what she is trying to hit. If the person is behind a box then there is nothing a dagger would do but out in the open, maybe she could hit their hand and make them drop a weapon or focus on the pain and attack.

- Nunchucks - In close quarter battles, she can be extremely lethal with this weapon. She knows where to hit that is painful, where to knock you out or worse. If you are not skilled in this weapon, you could easily hurt yourself instead of your opponent but this is not something she is worried about anymore. When training in karate, they were sure to teach you to be effective in this skill. She tucks this weapon in a special loop that is on the back of her belt.

@Akayaofthemoon

Pandora

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"Who are you again?"

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[ NAME ]

Jane Smith

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Pandora

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Pandora

[ AGE ]

Three hundred and seventy.

[ GENDER ]

Cis female.

[ AFFILIATION ]

HERO

[ APPEARANCE ]

Pandora is a beautiful white woman, having sculpted her own face to be that way. She has vibrant red hair, bright orange eyes, and fair skin. Standing at about 5 feet, 6 inches, she looks to be about 25 years old.

Pandora always wears crop tops, and usually shorts of some kind. They always compliment her toned, muscular physique. Deep red bandages are an uncommon sight, but one might spot her in them while she's working out. She doesn’t really have a super hero outfit, though she will occasionally suit up with a bullet proof vest and camo if the situation calls for it. Basically, she's super hot.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Bitter, cruel, sarcastic. She messes with people for fun and has a mile-wide mean streak. Yet Pandora helps people all the same. It’s all a very immature front, especially considering her age.

These days she’s much more outwardly apathetic and calculated. If respected and tolerated for long enough, Pandora becomes wry and bantery. Still, it all can feel very surface level. Pandora doesn't often reflect on her life or herself. People say that with wisdom comes age, but that might not be the case with her.

Moreover there is a kernel of genuine human compassion within her heart that she cannot crush nor extinguish, no matter how hard she tries. It’ll be there forever and she has to act on it.

[ BIO ]

Pandora was born a long time ago as Mary Madison, growing up a peasant farming girl in rural England. There she had a family, and when she grew up she married a man named Steven Silverstone. She lived a whole, normal life, from sister to aunt to mother. When she was an old lady, her husband passed away. Mary Silverstone, as she was then known and would be known for the next two centuries, was content with her life. To pass away and join her husband, mother, and father in heaven. And then, the X-200 meteor hit. After an unpleasant transformation experience she found herself a young woman again, now with incredible powers.

For few good decades she was a cheerful, glad to be alive superhero called the Changer. But as she realised she would outlive her entire family, she ran away and threw herself into the army. There she became a powerful nurse and soldier. It didn’t make her feel any better, though, and she became an evil imperial warlord. Known as the Shark of Crimea for her ability to swim through the ground and pull enemies under.

Then she was depressed, but she got better just in time for World War One. Shortly thereafter she was a soldier and then a spy in World War Two. The evil there crushed whatever faith she had left in humanity. After World War Two she barely participated in the Golden Age of Superheroes. She fell off the map. The last of her family died, the Silverstone line coming to an end. Pandora faked her own death, ending the life of Mary Silverstone and coming to America where she took the name Jane Smith, or rather, Pandora. There she opened up a flower shop and lived there for a while. Her last living relative, a child named Rose, implored her to become a hero again. Eventually she did, and for the last thirty years she’s been doing her part to make Castleburg a better place. She’s in a better place than she has been in a while, but that’s not saying much.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Has adopted a family of dogs named after various types of flower. Currently she has Petunia II and Daisy II.

[ RANKING ]

S

[ POWERS ]

Alteration of Matter

Has the power to precisely and quickly Alter any matter within a 50 foot radius, as long as she can use her hands or feet. The further away, the longer her will has to reach out. Usually every ten feet adds one seconds. But once her will to change something reaches that spot, it happens instantaneously. Still it's possible to dance along the outside of her range and avoid her powers. She can only interact with four things at a time, one for each limb. If her fingers or toes are covered at all, she has to push through that material. And the more things she Alters, the slower they are to change.

Still. It is any state of matter into any other state of matter. Or just changing one thing into another, though complicated machinery and technology won't be functional.

Her internal biology has also vastly changed, her organs having coagulated into a purple goo. Now she doesn’t need to eat, sleep, or breathe air, and she doesn’t age. Her Alteration powers can be used to heal or repair, aswell, but the effects are dramatically reduced on herself, any change taking months to go into effect. This is the source of her immortality, and the reason she can't effectively Alter herself.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Pandora has trained her strength, so she is stronger than the average person. But she has no strength related powers. 3/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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Same here. She is more agile than the average person but has no agility related powers. 3/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Pandora has literal centuries of experience under her belt and knows many different kinds of powers. She has been a prestiged military officer and is the most veteran of all the veteran superheroes. However modern technology continues to somewhat elude her, and she can be forgetful. 5/10

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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There are few people on the planet capable of the amount of precise, accurate destruction Pandora is. “Damage” is not necessary for her destruction, all she has to do is be near something and Alter it until it’s falling apart. Or set something on fire, or freeze it, or liquify it. The carnage can spread quickly if she so chooses. 9/10

[ LETHALITY ]
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Pandora is a highly trained combatant. She knows many martial arts and is an excellent markswoman. Her main advantage is once again her experience, all the wisdom that comes with age with none of the physical downsides. 8/10

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Pandora is resistant to damage, having no vital organs when her powers are active. Her limbs can work independently of each other, even her head. The best place to strike are her abdomen or thighs, the places where she has the most blood to lose. And of course, her endurance is high because she cannot die of natural causes. 8/10

[ EFFICACY ]
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Forever. Forever, forever, forever. Too long. 10/10

[ SKILLS ]

She is a skilled florist. She’s picked up and forgotten a few hobbies over the years.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

While she can’t create complicated technology, she can change it and then change it back. So Pandora has a utility pouch full of trinkets and knick knacks that she can change back into useful items, like a handgun or a GPS tracker.

@Zoey Boey

Cadenza

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"Live, learn, love, and let go."

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[ NAME ]

Aurora Jade Donnelly-Alexander

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Cadenza

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Aurora introduces herself as Rory. Some childhood friends still call her Jade.

[ AGE ]

Eighteen

[ GENDER ]

Female (she/her)

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O

[ APPEARANCE ]

Though Rory might not be the biggest person around, standing at about five feet four and weighing about a hundred and fifteen pounds, she's got the kind of smile that'll light up a whole room. She practices that a lot, with an easy smile for everyone she meets. She carries herself confidently, always with an air of casual grace. Her dark brown hair is just past her shoulders, with a loose wavy curl, and is often styled into a low ponytail, tied with an outfit-coordinated scrunchie or ribbon. Her eyes are an odd hazel-grey, lightish but not notably one color over another; they're often shaded with a peachy pink shadow and lined with chocolate brown.

Rory's daily look is generally effortlessly-stylish and summery (even in the middle of winter) - peasant blouses in cream and rose and soft green or blue, light wash jeans and stylish brown boots or flats. She doesn't often wear patterned clothes, though her scrunchies and hair ribbons will incorporate interesting textures. Most of the time, she wears little makeup - some blush and highlight and a little bit of dark liner, and a long-wear lip stain in a coral nude color.

Though Rory hasn't yet invested in a superhero costume, she does have a fashion sketch drawn up. One of her friends in high school made it for her. It's designed to look like a tuxedo, but unlike formalwear, it is made of lightweight, stretchy, fire-retardant fabric, and is rather easy to move in. It is constructed to resemble an orchestral musician's concert black: there's a pleated white shirt panel, with a wing-tip collar, attached beneath a form-fitted black tuxedo jacket. She wears soft black trousers as well, and most often silver studs on the shirt and silver bowtie at her throat. She's debated switching the tux out for something similar in a blush pink fabric, to be more distinctive, but she figures the black will be easier to maintain.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

♫ O U T G O I N G Rory has a smile and a kind word for everyone she meets. She doesn't hesitate to introduce herself to new people, either; because of her insistence on getting to know people, she was a student ambassador for the Academy for Junior Heroes (and an orientation leader for new transfer students every year she was there). She made it a point to know everyone at the school by name, and made herself so impossibly, genuinely nice that no one could really dislike her (even if they were sometimes jealous). She's made an impression as a very well-mannered and courteous young lady, always seeking out connections and people's favor. Some people might insist that it's scheming or power-hunger; Rory just really enjoys meeting interesting people. Her outlook on social interactions is idealistic at best, but it has endeared her to many.

♫ F R E E - S P I R I T E D Unlike her sisters, who are quite happy to put themselves in the boxes of "nerds" and "rebels" respectively, Rory's never had a clique or a particular group that she really fits with. She doesn't like to limit herself to just one perspective or area of expertise; she has a moderate bit of interest in quite a lot of things. Some might label her as "flighty" for switching her electives, sports, and pre-career courses no fewer than 7 times during her high school career, but she figures she should at least try everything she has a passing interest in.

♫ D E P E N D A B L E Even though her interests flit all over the place, when Rory gives her word that something will be done, it will be done. She was on student council for all four years at the Academy, in various classroom and community leadership roles, and has a pretty much golden reputation among friends and neighbors. The only reason this is possible is because she is meticulously organized, keeping all of her obligations in a daily planner - she's been playing "schedule tetris" for the last four years, and it's paid off.

♫ A R T I S T I C Even before Rory discovered her musical powers, art things had long been a hobby, drawing and painting and crafting. She always has a song in her head, and fills every page in her notebook and planner with intricate doodles in the margins as a way of clearing her head. Her bedroom walls at home are covered with hand-painted, Pinterest-inspired collections of inspirational quotes and abstract doodles of flowers and overgrown bookshelves. (Her aesthetic is rather eclectic, one will notice.)

♫ A V O I D A N T Rory is excellent at mediating conflicts, provided that the conflicts don't involve her. It's always been her solution to run from every even vaguely personal problem, or failing that to stare directly past it and pretend it doesn't exist. She'll leap to defend anyone else from a bully, but not so herself. Also, she hates being reminded of her family's history and holds herself to impossibly-high standards regarding control of her powers; she's absolutely terrified of "the curse" catching up with her. Despite months of therapy and years of training, Rory is rather convinced that her willpower has the structural integrity of tissue paper, and as soon as she's tempted to "the dark side" she's going to snap and go on a mass-murdering spree like her grandfather.

[ BIO ]

Rory was a bit of a surprise to her mothers.

Patricia and Eliza Donnelly-Alexander had hoped for a single daughter from their fertility treatments, or maybe - secretly, they'd hoped for twins. Instead, the two ended up with three daughters. Rory was the youngest, by thirty-seven minutes (Or by a WHOLE DAY, if you'd believe Amber when they were young) and therefore, she must have been the surprise.

The three girls were the best of friends in their early childhood, inseparable and nigh-indistinguishable as youngsters. Everything was perfect; they lived a happy life in their mothers' suburban farmhouse, raising rainbuns and wreaking innocent havoc on their little subdivision.

Then, in middle school, puberty happened, and with it, the three diverged. All three of them were expected to have powers; after all, there were heroes on both sides for two generations back. What wasn't expected was how different they all were going to be. Marcie got epic water-and-ice powers from a few generations back, Amber got the best of both invisibility and intangibility from the Alexander bloodline. And Rory?

Well, she got the Donnelly curse.

After the havoc that was her sixth grade band concert, involving her section leader having a psychotic breakdown onstage (and then accusing her of mind-control on public social media posts) rumors spread like wildfire. Everyone knew her mother was the legendary Aria... which meant the legacy of her grandfather was one half-assed Google search away. Her moms had never spoken at length about her grandfather, and she'd never thought to look or ask, so she was punched in the face by the realization. "HERO Alert: Concert Hall Massacre.' 'Who is the Mysterious Maestro?' 'HERO News Break: Donnelly arrested!'

She tried to keep her newfound power secret from her mothers, hiding her flute and swearing off of band or even anything musical. Her mothers, of course, found out (as mothers do.) She expected anger, judgment, fear, paranoia. Not love and understanding.

Patricia was careful to do all the right things for her daughter, and to do right by all of them - though she still played favorites, just a little bit. Though all the girls were loved, Patricia held Rory to a higher standard and paid far closer attention to her than her sisters. There was a lot of therapy, but also music lessons, superpower control lessons, extra tutoring in pull-out programs so she had to spend less time with her classmates. By the end of seventh grade, Rory was ready to go back to music (although timidly at first) - her power had grown considerably stronger, but her control was also dependent on her mastery of the instrument. She had a lot of work to do.

She stayed closer with Marcie than with Amber; by the end of middle school, it was like Amber was on her own planet, and no matter what Rory or Marcie tried to do they couldn't seem to bring her back. She didn't go on to the HERO school; Rory was much too eager to start there. To start over.

By the end of high school, Rory had found her confidence again. Studying at the Academy, where everyone accepted her power (and had noise-cancelling headphones for emergencies) gave her the motivation she needed to become better, and to learn to use her power for good. She made a lot of friends, became the popular one of the two who were left, and took as much care of her sister in social situations as she could.

The two have graduated from the Academy now, and are preparing for their first year as full-fledged, full-time heroes. Rory is determined that she won't disappoint her mothers, but there's a doubt lurking in the back of her mind - she's not sure she'll ever be trusted to be a hero.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Rory's Monday mornings are committed to her flute lesson with a professor at the Hahn Conservatory and rehearsal with her woodwind quintet, the Prism Winds. Assuming her bus doesn't get stuck in traffic, she's back at Hero One by ten, and stays late in the day to make up for it.

Rory is the proud pet parent of an elderly albino rainbun named Mist; she's blind and mostly deaf with age now, and her pastel rainbow fur has become almost pure white.

Technically her birthday is actually May 12, her sisters were born late in the night on the 11th and she was born just after on the 12th, but she says May 11 so that they all match.

The Donnelly Curse

[ RANKING ]

B

[ POWERS ]

Mental manipulation through the universal language of music. Rory must use her flute; she's tried with her voice and any effect that she has is weak and unpredictable. Similarly, guitar and piano (both hobby instruments) seem to have more subtle effects on people, which could also be explained by her lack of expertise in them.

While all music influences emotions, Rory's is known to have a more dramatic effect on people even when she's not actively channeling her powers. In full effect, her powers cause a state of hypnosis or enhanced suggestion where she can manipulate a subject's thoughts and implant ideas and motivations that aren't theirs. It's not outright mind control; she can't forcibly control someone's body and make them grab a knife and murder someone, but if she really wanted them to, she could convince them that it was their idea all along.

Her form of mind-control is notably different than her mother's - while Patricia was able to rely on verbal suggestion, all of Rory's control over people comes from her own thoughts. She has to have an iron grip on intrusive thoughts and a laser focus on what she intends to suggest. The more familiar a piece of music is to someone, the easier it is to use it to convince them of her ideas; the mood of the music does of course come into effect as well, as do any memories a person might have of contexts using a piece. Otherwise, improvisation generally is effective.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Rory is of average physical strength; she was an athlete in high school and even made the varsity volleyball team her junior year, but she wasn't a particularly notable athletic star.

[ AGILITY ]
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Rory is ever-so-slightly more agile and flexible than your average person, as a result of marching band, color guard during drum corps season, volleyball, and one semester on the cheer team.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Rory was a good student, in mostly honors classes and consistently one of the top five in her grade. Not Marcie levels of smart by any means, but she isn't dumb. Plus, she's well-versed in music theory, and has a lot of miscellaneous knowledge about various things she's been curious about (and random things she's learned from Marcie's special interests over the years.)

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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While Rory's power isn't inherently destructive in itself, her surroundings determine how destructive it can be; any passerby could be a potential weapon.

[ LETHALITY ]
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...we all know what Maestro did with the same power. It's been used to convince people to kill themselves or others, or even to believe that they're dying so acutely and vividly that their body's stress reaction causes a heart attack and actually kills them. Rory would never; she's horrified that the knowledge of what she could do even exists, or that she has a rating this high, but - it exists. The only reason this score isn't higher is because it takes a lot of focus and doesn't have the same instantaneous casualty effect that some more overt powers do. Also because Rory would never, ever even try to kill someone. Right?

[ ENDURANCE ]
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As far as her endurance for using her power, its mostly reliant on how long she can intentionally focus on the music she's making - to put a general mood over a huge audience, a two-hour concert is no problem. To focus her thoughts through someone else's mind and acutely change their motivation? maybe an hour of work on one person; twenty minutes on two, less than five on a group up to six people.

As far as her endurance as a person, marching band in the sweltering heat and juggling five volunteer jobs and extracurriculars have toughened her up to some both physical and mental hardships. But as far as her power making her more resilient? no. Absolutely not.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Rory's biggest weakness is that her power is reliant on hearing. Noise-cancelling headphones are all too common. Someone who is suspicious of her is harder to influence. A flute isn't exactly the most inconspicuous instrument, nor is it the loudest; she's been known to swap to piccolo when she needs to project further.

[ SKILLS ]

Basic knowledge of most sporting events
Competent kitchen skills
Organization
more to be added later my brain is mashed potato

[ EQUIPMENT ]

An antique open-holed flute is her instrument of choice; she does have a more practical option at home, but the fancier flute has a sweeter sound and offers more precise control.

A marching band piccolo, lacquered white with gold-plated keys.

A well-worn, dog-eared A5 bullet journal planner, about three-quarters full of sticky notes and paper clips and other odds and ends. The cover is peachy-pink, or used to be, before it wore down to a sandy beige with use. She'd be lost without it.

@Amethyst

move 'em on over

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

@Hitman@canaryrose
Finished - sorry if it's a little long. Let me know if anything needs to be changed.

Dead Man

Travis Einstein

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DEAD MAN

"Henshin, bitch! ...Did I say it right?"

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[ NAME ]

Travis Einstein

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

DEAD MAN

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Masochist, Roach, Einstein (Do not call him this if you don't want to get punched)

[ AGE ]

20

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

HERO. Regularly fights other Supers in Brookside cage matches for money.

[ APPEARANCE ]

Travis appears to be a normal young adult - physically fit, dark-haired, somewhat smelly. His skin has a strange, almost sandpaper-like texture to it. His hair varies in length, typically growing for several months before Travis shaves it down into a buzz cut, and is almost always left in a disheveled state. He is exceptionally muscular and lean, like his father, to the point where even extensive binges struggle to put fat onto him. He seems to have a somewhat musty smell, one of the few things he is insecure about and goes to great lengths to conceal. He is slightly shorter than average, around 5'8, though his personality makes this easy to forget. Travis's voice fluctuates wildly, from lighthearted and excitable, to what could only be described as serrated.

When it comes to his wardrobe, Travis sticks mostly to basic colors and patterns. He is especially fond of tracksuits, though he rarely wears them outside because he's afraid they'll get ruined in a fight. His 'Hero suit' is just whatever random assortment of clothes he can find for cheap, along with a plastic mask. He currently doesn't have the money for a more impressive suit, but has made crude sketches of his dream superhero costume, which he proudly shows off to whoever asks.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Friendly(?): Travis is very similar to a stray dog. If someone treats him with kindness, he will go to great lengths to protect that person and make them proud of him. If they are initially hostile, he will act rude, abrasive, and will even attempt to fight at the slightest provocation. All that matters to him are that people pay attention to him, even if it's only a little or it's negative.

Loyal: Loyalty is probably the most important trait in Travis's mind. If someone became Travis's friend, he'd gladly take every bullet in the world for them, without expecting anything in return. While some of his past acquaintances took advantage of this, Travis's current group of friends is tight-knit and are willing to put themselves at great risk for him, despite not being Heroes themselves. Should Travis see loyalty in his enemies, he will almost always let them go - snitches and rats, however, infuriate him like nothing else. If Travis was ever betrayed, he'd likely not believe it, and assume that whoever did it was just trying to be a double agent or something.

Needs Role Model: Travis did not have a positive relationship with his family, and seems to almost be looking for 'replacements'. He is particularly fond of older male and female role models, and will likely grow very attached to Director Steele and any older Heros that he works with. This is not healthy, and the sooner he breaks out of the habit, the better for everyone involved. Makes it pretty easy to manipulate him though, so less moral coworkers can pretty easily trick Travis into doing their work for them.

Vain: When it comes to being a Hero, Travis honestly doesn't care. Saving people is fun and all, but he doesn't do it out of a moral or ethical desire. He just enjoys the feeling of people praising him and his accomplishments, something that was missing in his childhood. He's quick to praise friends and acquaintances, but will usually trash talk people he isn't fond of, especially villains.

[ BIO ]

Brookside has always been the worst region of the city - and while some of the inhabitants are quite proud of the borough they came from, even they know it's terrible. That's why it was one of the cheapest places to live in the city. If you're broke or wasted your life, chances are you'll end up in Brookside, probably drugged out in a crappy apartment.

That's how Travis' father, Frank Einstein, ended up. Frank was employed by HERO during the golden age of heroes, using his impressive physique and electrokinetic abilities in order to eke out a living. However, after a confrontation with a much more famous Hero, Frank was targetted by their fans and quickly lost any semblance of a reputation. Several years later, an especially intense Leftover attack left Frank permanently injured and unable to continue Hero work. Shortly after, his girlfriend became pregnant, and they moved from their Watervale home to Brookside. Frank initially tried becoming an electrician, but his reputation made it near impossible to find work. He eventually managed to land a gig as a Bouncer, and he was happy to have some kind of income.

Travis never knew his mother, despite inheriting her power. She left only a few months after he was born, her possessions gone from her and Frank's apartment by the time he returned from work. Frank quickly fell into a depression, and began abusing Nova in order to deal with the stress of being a single father.

Travis's early life was extremely poor, being left alone for hours at a time nearly every day. He was typically left in front of the television, watching whatever action film or nature documentary his father left on before leaving for work. It is this abandonment that caused Travis's desire for recognition. A desire that only grew more intense over time.

It was when he was 10 that Travis finally a place he felt he belonged - a small gang of other preteens that tried to act tough and look cooler than they really were. The group was quick to accept Travis into their squad, using his muscle to try and intimidate younger children away from their hangout. Four years later, Travis was coerced into shoplifting - a habit he kept up for a few weeks, before getting caught. Frank, in retaliation, yelled at him for a few minutes before ordering a pizza.

Three days later, Travis shoplifted again, and intentionally got caught. His father, this time in a drunken stupor, slapped against him uselessly before passing out. In a given week, Travis could probably count the number of conversations he had with his father on one hand. But by stealing some snacks or a crappy lighter, his father would go out of his way to talk to Travis. After this discovery, Travis's delinquency slowly ramped up over the years. Graffiti, pouring paint on E-Police from rooftops, drinking (he's a massive lightweight) - he never seemed to get into more serious crimes, although the only reason was because he didn't want to get his friends into trouble. He grew more rough and confrontational, starting fights with anyone who messed with him or his friends, and he only managed to pass his classes because he cheated constantly and no one cared.

Eventually, Frank wasn't able to keep up anymore - he got into a fight at work with one of the other bouncers, and was fired. This, along with his dwindling supply of Nova, caused Frank to become apathetic and uncaring for nearly everything in his life. He just sat around watching television, having given up on keeping an appearance of control. Travis took over as the breadwinner of the house, barely managing to scrape together rent by getting a part-time job in a Watervale house cleaning company. Travis, surprisingly, was happy to do this - he was good at it and loved the work, and the manager didn't care if Travis and his friends hung out behind the store. More than this, Travis found the positive recognition of honest work more enjoyable than the yelling he got from petty crimes.

This was around the time Travis and his father's relationship reached an all-time low. While Frank had initially tried futilely to have a semblance of control over his son, he was now a shell that couldn't care less about what Travis did. Travis, unable to get praise for his accomplishments or admonishment for his failures, was left without any kind of recognition in his life. He stopped cooking or cleaning for his father, only going home to sleep and couch surfing whenever he could.

After a three-day stint at one of his friend's house, he came home to find Frank dead. He had shot himself in the head, watching old news recordings of a major leftover attack. Other than the initial shock and the fear of calling the police, Travis didn't feel anything about his father's death. He stayed in the apartment for another month before joining HERO - and immediately after he joined, he moved into the housing they provided.

As for why he joined... He just thought that it would be cool.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

After enough adaptations from Travis's power, he usually ends up looking like some kind of giant cockroach. It's unknown if this is some part of his power, or just that the most common damage types result in adaptations that are similar to a Roach (exoskeleton, lack of hair, etc).

Seems to be slightly more resilient to electricity. Unsure if this is a part of his power or a developed resistance.

"If my bros show up, you gotta let em in! Especially Scales, she's my ride."
Note to Hero staff: Do not allow unauthorized guests or personnel into HERO One at any time.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

C+

[ POWERS ]

Despite his almost suicidal actions during combat, Travis seems to never stay down. As a matter of fact, it seems like he only gets harder to put down the more damage he takes. He is a human Cockroach, with all aspects of his power dedicated to survival.

Metabolic Monster: Travis' metabolism is, like many powers, a thermodynamic enigma. He can survive months without food and a week or two without water, and go nearly an hour without air. This is assuming he is barely moving, but even then, it's very impressive. However, when he has ample access to all these resources, his stamina and energy are seemingly unending. Travis could run marathons back-to-back, fight for hours, or work out all day, and as long as he has enough food and water, he probably won't even be tired by the time he's done. Certain substances, like medication, recreational drugs, and the power enhancer Nova, act far more quickly when administered to Travis and last significantly longer. Still needs the normal amount of sleep.

Adaptive Regeneration: Travis possesses a moderate healing factor, recovering from a broken limb after only a day or two of rest. While respectable (if a bit slow for a regenerator), the more interesting aspect of this power is that Travis physically adapts to the damage he takes. Cuts will result in his skin growing tougher and gray, burns cause his hair to recede and tissue to become blackened and retardant, and blunt force will force his bones to poke out and harden into armor. These adaptations, of course, aren't permanent - by the time he heals from his injuries, the monstrous alterations to his form have faded away. However, if an opponent fails to kill Travis immediately and they don't have multiple ways to hurt him, it can become nearly impossible to kill him. Essentially, the more Travis is injured, the harder it is to further injure him.

Pesticides: Due to how efficient his metabolism is, poisons (as well as irritants and drugs) act far faster on Travis than the average person, with an onset time nearly 1/10 the usual. The duration, however, could potentially last twice as long as normal, since his body is trying to hold onto it as long as possible before rejecting it. While in some cases this could be useful, like with Nova and certain medication, it still means that Travis is much more vulnerable to overdosing. And if someone actually poisoned him? He'd probably need his stomach pumped or an antidote as soon as possible. Power suppression drugs are an especially effective counter, hampering his durability but still lasting far longer than they should.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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3/10. Travis is stronger than the average human, most likely a trait inherited from his father. But pretty much any strength-based metahuman will be stronger than him. And some highly trained humans probably are too.

[ AGILITY ]
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3/10. Travis is significantly faster than the average human, being comparable to a college track athlete in speed. His reflexes, however, are completely unenhanced. He mostly uses his speed to catch up to others, chasing opponents until they collapse or are weakened before a fight.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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1/10. Travis is not the brightest bulb. He lived in Brookside his entire life and skipped school constantly, resulting in his education being extremely limited. When it comes to book smarts, Travis struggles to beat middle schoolers. He is even worse with plans - he will regularly ignore instructions from all but his close friends, simply because he enjoys the feeling of improvising in a fight.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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2/10. Travis is physically stronger than the average human, but that is the extent of his ability to damage his surroundings. No Area of Effect stuff here!

[ LETHALITY ]
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3/10. Travis is only somewhat more lethal than the average human. His increased strength and penchant for violence can make it easier for him to crush opponents, though this rarely matters against metahumans.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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8/10. At the start of a fight, Travis would probably be a 5 in pure durability. This can ramp up over the course of a fight, though never breaching past an 8. But when it comes to pure Endurance and stamina? Travis is easily an 8 or higher, so long as he has eaten.

[ EFFICACY ]
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4/10. Travis's power is entirely passive, functioning even while he is unconscious. However, its vulnerability to poisons and power suppression restricts its reliability, especially against opponents that are aware of it.

[ SKILLS ]

Brawling: Travis has years of experience in both kicking ass as well as getting his ass kicked. He could probably fight 3 people at once and pull out a win, assuming they don't have powers and he isn't using his. Definitely not classically trained, a proper fighter could easily beat him if they didn't get hit first. But even if someone laid into him for hours, he'd come out the other end with only a few bruises and aches.

Street Smart: While he reads at a 5th-grade level and struggles with long division, Travis is quite skilled when it comes to more 'real world' knowledge. Whether it be maneuvering and acting in more lawless parts of the city or sneaking past E-Police blindspots, Travis has picked up much from his more criminally inclined friends. He has a few contacts that are always out for some cash - and are more than willing to sell drugs, info, or muscle in order to get it. He's not a snitch though, and these guys are the closes thing he has to friends - you'll probably need to trick him if you want to get at his contacts.

Housekeeping: Travis is an excellent homemaker, having taken care of his abusive father since he was a child. Everything from cooking to basic repairs falls under his purview, and he will typically go into a bit of a cleaning frenzy when he notices a messy room. Gets annoyed by wrinkled clothes.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Bokken: A Japanese practice sword. Or as Travis calls it, 'A cool wooden stick'. He bought it purely because he thought it looked neat, and has used it extensively over the years. Somehow it hasn't broken yet.

The Shocker: Literally just a Taser. Not the strongest thing on the market, but since early E-Police models had a vulnerability to electricity (or at least were rumored to), it has become a kind of badge among the Brookside underground. Travis' Taser is covered in lightning bolt and flame stickers which he claims 'makes it more badass'.

Necklace: A stainless steel necklace, it's almost as durable as its wearer and has been shined almost obsessively. Travis bought it using money from his part-time job. He is very fond of it since it was the only piece of jewelry he could afford. He has on more than one occasion choked someone out with it, and while it's not as effective as a garrote, it's a lot less lethal. Has been used against him more than once, which makes Travis thankful breathing isn't too much of a priority for him.

Confetti

Stacy Page

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Confetti

"You look like an idiot... Excellent."

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[ NAME ]

Stacy Page

[ VILLAIN IDENTITY ]

Confetti

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

N/A

[ AGE ]

35

[ GENDER ]

Female

[ AFFILIATION ]

Villain Team (Name to be decided)
Page Cleaning Services

[ APPEARANCE ]

Stacy was born with Albinism, and as a result, is unnaturally pale. She stands at 5'1", and weighs 102 pounds. Very thin, to the point her ribs are easily seen when her shirt is off or tight - she regularly skips meals to focus on her work. She is not very strong, and would be taller if not for her poor diet. Her hair and skin are meticulously maintained, making her look younger than she really is. Her expression rarely changes when out of costume. Her voice, similarly, is a base monotone.

Stacy typically dresses in more concealing clothing in order to protect her skin from the sun, and favors formal wear like suits. She always wears gloves and avoids making physical contact with others. Her 'Supervillain costume' is a garish motley, of which she has several variants for different shows crimes. She covers them in scraps of colored paper while worn, shifting them constantly and creating an almost kaleidoscope-esque effect to coat her body. She also wears a featureless white mask, the expressions and appearance of which she alters on the fly with sheets of paper.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Average Jane: Stacy's personality outside of the mask is quite unremarkable - she is introverted, non-confrontational, and usually picks up the slack for others rather than ask them to do something. Really, the only thing that seems to leave a big impact on those around her is her status - Stacy is incredibly wealthy, and displays a cutthroat business sense when it comes to maintaining her grasp on Castleburg's Cleaning and Home Maintenance market.

Unfeeling: The reason for her lack of presence is not because she is shy - Stacy has lived most of her life without feeling any strong emotions, and she is incredibly cold and distant as a result. She has never formed any meaningful relationships, never made any friends, and the only people she interacts with regularly are her employees. While in the past she could focus the stress this caused on making a better future for herself, now she struggles to deal with the fact that no one really cares about her. She is terrified that she has wasted her life.

Presentation!: One of the few things that Stacy feels excitement from is when she is playing up her villainous alter ego. As a villain, she has an incredible attachment to aesthetics, claiming Form is more important than Function in almost every regard. She loves to distract people with grand uses of her power, such as making thousands of paper planes block the sun, while she carries out her actual objective without being noticed.

Sensitive: While Stacy is quite observant and capable of quick thinking, she is incredibly immature emotionally. Since she has spent most of her life not feeling intense emotions, it is very easy to overwhelm her when she is acting out as a villain - taunting and angering her will make her lash out, and flattery will usually lead to her giving a monologue about her secret plan (unless that would be spoilers!). She is also not sure how to handle non-professional relationships, such as friendship or love.

[ BIO ]

Stacy was raised by a single father, as her mother passed away while giving birth to her. While Stacy's father took care of her needs, he always blamed Stacy for the death of her mother, and kept her at a distance emotionally. Looking back on it, she doesn't blame him - she wouldn't know how to raise a child any better, after all.

Stacy spent the vast majority of her life making as little impact as possible - she was never caught for serious crimes, never won any awards for her academics, and her classmates never had anything to comment about her. She viewed standing out in any way as an invitation to be stomped down, and was very careful to be as 'average' as possible in order to secure her future.

However, Stacy was already breaking the law when she was in high school. She used her power to effectively grant herself infinite 'spending money,' though her fear of getting caught limited her to small purchases. By the time she graduated and left home, she had taken out a loan and set up a small business in Watervale - a Laundromat.

While you'd think that most of Stacy's revenue came from Money Laundering and the use of her power, it's quite surprising to learn that she only did it extensively in the beginning of her career. Over the next decade and a half, she would buy out and seemingly form a monopoly on laundromats in Castleburg, eventually expanding into nearly all aspects of Home Maintenance and even dipping into repairs.

After a life of constantly avoiding confrontation and staying in the sideline, Stacy finally managed to be successful. However, outside of financial success, Stacy has done nothing with her life - she never had a relationship, she didn't have friends, and her father passed away from a heart attack only a few years prior. She was going through a mid-life crisis, finding her existence a boring waste of time.

Everything changed when she walked in on a robbery. Her card had just expired, and Stacy had to pay to refuel her car with cash. Walking into the gas station, Stacy saw everyone lying face down on the ground, and a man dressed in some homemade costume holding the cashier hostage. The robber's arms were coated in ice, and formed a sharp blade that was held against the cashier's throat. He didn't even react when Stacy ran behind a shelf to hide - he just yelled for the cashier to continue emptying the register.

Stacy never forgot this moment. Her heart was pumping, adrenaline flowed in her veins, and every stimuli was almost overwhelming. It was the first time in Stacy's life that she felt truly afraid. Truly alive.

Normal adults cope with their Mid-life Crisis by wasting money on a new car or getting a new job. Stacy became obsessed with her power fantasy - the life of a stereotypical Villain.

But Stacy didn't want to abandon everything she had built so far - otherwise, her life really would be for nothing. She slowly built her new alter ego, and after a few short months of preparation, she was ready to form her team. Now, she could stop surviving, and start living.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Confetti's appearances are typically preluded by mass swarms of paper airplanes and birds, which usually attempt to blot out light sources to assist one of the other members of her team. Heroes are recommended to carry some kind of light for attacks at night, though phone lights or car high beams can do in an emergency.

Close-range approaches are preferred if possible - Confetti lacks any real defense against fast and up-close assaults. Additionally, close-range attacks are less likely to result in friendly fire, which is a possibility when Confetti has larger quantities of paper and uses them to block line of sight.

Views Heroes and Villains as childish, and openly mocks them. If an Operative must buy time for backup, tricking her into a monologue on the topic should prove fairly simple (for example, tell her what you named your 'special moves' or your equipment).

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

C

[ POWERS ]

Paperclip: Stacy is capable of controlling all paper within a 200-meter radius, with enough precision to fold and tear individual sheets within swarms numbering in the hundreds of thousands. She senses these sheets through a sixth sense, and is able to both manipulate and control all the sheets within her control without becoming overwhelmed. Can theoretically kill through many cuts, though clothing is usually able to stop most pages from breaking skin. Blinding and choking is a much more dangerous threat.

While fire is an obvious weakness, it can actually make her much more dangerous for a few dozen seconds as she throws massive quantities of burning paper at her enemies before losing control. Hydrokinetics shut her down much better, the paper becoming too heavy to manipulate until it dries.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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1/10. Stacy is not imposing whatsoever, maybe being able to bench press 50 pounds. She struggles to carry in groceries sometimes. Her power isn't any stronger, and even if it was, paper isn't the best medium for actions that need brute strength.

[ AGILITY ]
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2/10. Stacy has only average speed and reflexes, enough to not trip over her feet most of the time. Little more flexible than average, but that's really it.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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4/10. Stacy is incredibly intelligent compared to the average person, possessing a cutthroat business sense and being especially skilled at social deception and manipulation. Due to never going to college and not having any special powers, however, her academic knowledge is a lot less expansive than most would assume from her demeanor.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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4/10. While incapable of macro-scale destruction like most Kinetics, Stacy is incredibly potent at micro-scale destruction. Slicing wires in E-Police drones, destroying power lines (usually by burning them or messing with the transformers, since cutting one is too difficult with paper), clogging pipelines and gas pumps, and more are all possible, leaving Stacy with a number of options available to her for costing Castleburg tons of money. If you include things like covering windshields while people are driving and spreading fires, then her power could probably warrant a 5 or 6.

[ LETHALITY ]
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1/10. Not especially lethal, even against opponents not wearing any armor. Still, being blinded and choking on balls of paper sucks, even if you might survive from it.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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2/10. Stacy can be winded incredibly quickly when performing intense physical activities. Don't expect her to be doing a bunch of flips and fighting a bunch. Prone to nosebleeds.

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6/10. Stacy's immense range makes it very difficult for most opponents to reliably pinpoint her, especially if she decides to simply stay hidden instead of being a showman. The only reliable counter is to destroy all the paper around her, which is incredibly difficult in a large city like Castleburg.

[ SKILLS ]

Misdirection: Confetti will probably become infamous for her ability to commit crimes without anyone noticing - or rather, without anyone noticing the actual crime. Her penchant for large-scale demonstrations of her power will distract most people from noticing her teammates or Stacy herself committing the actual operation. Unless she is facing someone with enhanced perceptions of some kind, they'll probably not notice her slip out of her handcuffs or slip a knife from her boot.

Psychology: Stacy has an excellent grasp of how people think, which she makes great use of in her plans. Especially useful with deception and manipulation. Of course, Stacy can really only make vague guesses about someone's personality and beliefs without spending lots of time talking with them. And individuals who have odd thought processes (Shadow Scythe Vengeance) or are inhuman (Vertediger) are much harder to get a grasp of.

Business Sense: Stacy's financial versatility is incredible - her company dominates Castleburg's Cleaning Market and has spread to be a common name throughout most of the East Coast. If need be, she can use her civilian identity to secure various properties and eliminate threats without ever tipping anyone off.

Papercraft: Stacy is shockingly good at Origami and other papercrafts. She doesn't have much passion for it outside of showing off, but even without considering her power, the things that she can make out of paper are baffling.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Infinite Capital: Thanks to her power and massive business, Stacy has near limitless wealth to toss around. Of course, it's not really 'infinite' - if she made a large (or illegal/noticeable) purchase using money that isn't clean yet or should be spent on her company, she'd probably end up tipping off HERO or get arrested for embezzlement. Still, as long as she is convinced to use some of her squirreled-away wealth, she can afford most expenses.

Paper: Stacy rarely carries her entire arsenal of paper with her at all times, but she likes to store a ream or two in her briefcase when possible.

A Gun: Much more effective than you'd think, since a lot of Metahumans don't possess superhuman durability. Stacy carries a pistol that she is trained in using, and is more than willing to pull it out when she is put in a rough situation. Much more effective when she can hide where she's shooting from with her papers.

@Duoya

Love em both, move them on over!