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Lenny Boggs

Basic Information



Name:

Lynyrd Skynyrd Boggs

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Lenny

Gender:

Male

Age:

16

Height:

5'7

Weight:

123 lbs

Type:

New/Full Time Student

Appearance

Hair Color:

Red

Eye Color:

Blue

Ethnicity:

Caucasian (His ancestry is a mix of several European countries)

Physical Appearance:

At a glance, Lenny can be mistaken for a mop. A pale, lanky youth of 16, Lenny is only recognizable in crowds for his bright red hair -- Other than that, he's very easy to miss. He slouches, smells like cigarettes, and hides most of his thin frame under layers of hoodies and baggy shirts.

Underneath those layers of clothes, however, is a lithe and limber young man. He holds very little fat, and has a body fit for a gymnast or swimmer. His pubescent limbs seem awkwardly too long for his body with thin, narrow fingers and toes. His face is most noticeably affected by this overall thinness, with a jaw that pokes out visibly, accentuated by his pointed cheekbones and thin lips. He holds something of a delicate face, with a rosy nose and ears that seem perpetually red, despite his intensely vacant eyes. All in all, Lenny looks decidedly unimpressive for a teenage boy.

Attire:

Lenny spends most of his time indoors, has spent most of his life homeschooled, and spends most of his money on video games. As a result, his wardrobe is fairly basic. He owns clothes in sevens, assuring that he can be dressed for a week with as little time spent on laundry as possible. He owns seven pairs of the same jeans, seven t-shirts, seven collared shirts, seven hoodies, and so on. Most of them are in soft shades of navy, taupe, or maroon. Lenny does not dress to impress, he dresses because he has to.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality: Lenny is a geek. He enjoys comic books, video games, anime, cartoons, and most other things you could find at a convention. Being homeschooled, Lenny has had little room to make friends with others, although not all of his loneliness is because of his isolation -- Lenny's lack of social skills do that well enough on their own. Lenny has a habit of blurting out his thoughts, fumbling through sentences, and saying the wrong things at the wrong time. This mixture of isolation and social awkwardness has made Lenny into a recluse of sorts, with an encyclopedic knowledge of The Hobbit, and no friends to speak of.

Although a shy nerd, Lenny is no pushover. He is fully aware of the strength of his powers, but is a pacifist at heart. Although he avoids conflict whenever he can, he shares a competitive streak with his brother, and isn't one to turn down a challenge. Listening to his brother's opinions on humanity growing up, Lenny has formed a different opinion -- Although he believes humans and metahumans can peacefully coexist, he holds a great deal of pride for being a metahuman.

Lenny's experiences growing up have thickened his skin a fair deal. From a psychological viewpoint, having to grow up so quickly has caused Lenny to crave the childhood he feels he missed out on, which he experiences through the countless fantasy-based movies, shows, graphic novels, and action figures he owns. Lenny may be a shy nerd, but he is also a proud, tough teenager from the inner-city.

Hobbies/Interests:

As mentioned, Lenny spends his time alone for the most part. He is an avid comic fan, reading everything from Golden-Age superhero comics, to gritty detective noir stories. His favorite genre is fantasy, or generally "Everything that has swords". He is a fan of Star-Trek, although he dislikes Star Wars. Aside from other geeky interests like shows and online roleplaying, he enjoys taking long bike rides through the city. Although his powers allow him a great capability for violence, he usually only uses his power for practical reasons, or more often, to amuse himself. He enjoys using his power to make lights and fires "dance".

Skills/Talents:

Lenny is a skilled mountain-biker, using his bike to traverse the city as well as the craggy forests and hills. Other than those that, Lenny is self-admittedly talentless, which he has few qualms with. He has high grades in all of his classes, and speaks basic Spanish.

Prized Possession:

Lenny places little value on physical things, having to make do with whatever he had growing up. However, with his bicycle being his key to the outside world, it would probably be his bike (Which is named Na'vi).

History/Bio:

Leonard Skynyrd Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Boston.

His parents were blue collar metahumans from Georgia. His father, Harley Boggs, had thick green skin, while his mother, Rhiannon Boggs, was a telepath. Although fearful of Lenny's metahuman abilities that he had displayed since infancy, they registered him with NEST and were generally supportive. They died in a car accident shortly after his sixth birthday, leaving Lenny and his brother Creed in foster care. Luckily for the Boggs Brothers, this was short-lived.

Lenny and Creed spent their short time in foster care with the Dulane family, including a mother, father, pet dog, and a foster brother, Pete. Hoping to see his first metahuman after a young Lenny explained "Creed changes if he gets mad", Pete made it his business to scare and tease Creed at every available opportunity, despite being warned not to many times by his parents. Eventually, he caused Creed to transform, but not without a cost. Creed went on to maul the Dulane family's dog, before turning his attention to Pete. Their new foster brother would live the ordeal, but not without being horribly disfigured, breaking several bones, losing most of an arm and an eye. After the incident, Lenny and Creed spent a short time living at a NEST base, before it was finally decided that custody of the boys would be given to their grandmother, who lived in Black Fall, Pennsylvania.

With his grandmother a doddering old woman, most of Lenny's upbringing, or lack thereof, was from Creed. Creed shared his metahuman status with Lenny, although Creed's powers were much more volatile. It was for this reason that Creed and Lenny were both homeschooled, as their grandmother hoped to protect them from the outside world. While Lenny flourished in the online school setting, Creed unenrolled himself at 18, preferring to devote his time to a metahuman rights group in Black Fall.

Their grandmother was eventually placed in hospice care, causing NEST to search for a new home for the boys. Rather than let the already dangerous Creed have guardianship over his potentially dangerous brother, NEST has placed the two at Academy 218 in the hopes of turning the two into productive citizens.

Family:

Brother - Creed Boggs
Grandmother - Susan Boggs

Relationships

Creed Boggs | Mixed | Brother | "Creed’s alright if you get to know him, ‘cept for when he’s not.” |

Harmon Rottlage | Good | Old Friend | "He's my best friend, and I'm glad to have him back." |

Kayla Kirby | Good | Acquaintance | "She seems alright." |

Abilities

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:

Lenny can absorb, redirect, and expel energy. This pertains to all types of energy, although Lenny sticks to mainly three: Kinetic, thermal, and electric. When absorbing energy, Lenny can either siphon it slowly from a distance, or more quickly with direct physical contact.

When expelling it, the combination of whatever he's absorbed takes the form of a blue plasmoid, either as a blast, beam, or wave, dealing concussive force. Redirecting energy is a combination of both, absorbing through one arm and firing it from the other, making himself a conductor. This is usually reserved for large amounts of energy he can't safely absorb.

Aside from this plasma energy, Lenny can also use the energy in its natural form. If he absorbs a large amount of electric energy, this can be used as an equal amount of kinetic energy, or an equal amount of heat energy, and so on. This allows Lenny to start fires, charge batteries, or simply jump further.

Limits:

The amount of energy Lenny can absorb is finite. Although he is unsure of what the set limit is, stopping a speeding train, putting out a house fire, or absorbing a power plant would all definitely kill him. Although he can absorb larger amounts of energy slowly, or redirect large amounts, quickly absorbing any large amount would either cause him to begin ashing, or simply cause him to explode.

Secondly, Lenny's plasma bolts can injure him with the recoil they present. As he's only able to fire them from his hands, a beam too large, or from redirecting too much energy at once, could potentially break his arms, or blow them off entirely. Similarly, expelling large amounts of heat can burn him, and large amounts of electricity can shock him -- He is not completely immune to his absorbed energies.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Lenny has never left the city, and has thus been surrounded by potential batteries his entire life. Being in a forest, cave, or any other natural environment would essentially take him away from all power sources but the sun, and even then, his solar absorption can easily be negated by putting him under a roof. If he was locked in a basement or closet with nothing to absorb, he would have to rely on his below-average strength to get out.

Different types of energy can damage Lenny if he absorbs them too quickly. For example, if he quickly absorbs the energy of a bonfire, he would become severely dehydrated, and possibly burn his hands. Absorbing solar energy too quickly would give him hypersensitive skin, damaged vision, and lowered stamina. Quickly absorbing kinetic energy would topple him with severe vertigo, and quickly absorbing a large amount of electric energy would shock him, giving him nerve jolts, and possibly stop his heart altogether.

Lastly, Lenny has no defense against physical attacks. While things like cars and trains retain enough kinetic energy to be absorbed and stopped, fists, swords, and other melee weapons do not. Lenny's energy absorption has a threshold of sorts, which stops him from being able to absorb body heat, the electricity in the ground, or the kinetic energy of a thrown punch.

Creed Boggs

Basic Information



Name:

Creedence Clearwater Boggs

Gender:

Male

Age:

21

Height:

6'0

Weight:

180 lbs

Type:

New/Full Time Student

Physical Appearance:

Creed is as attractive as someone with the surname "Boggs" can be. Although his ears stick out like his younger brother, he has a chiseled jaw, pouty lips, and eyes that seem to stare through others. He is tall, at an even six feet, and goes to the gym every other day. He shaves his hair once every three days.

His skin isn't as pale as his younger brother, but far from tan. His face, while attractive, shows signs of violence. His left eyebrow has a scar dividing it where he had once been stabbed, which he hides with an eyebrow pencil. His nose, although fairly straight, is crooked in places it had been broken upon close inspection. These features, even though detrimental to most, have only helped Creed's "Bad Boy" image.

Attire:

Creed is a skinhead. Most of his clothes are black or grey, from his underwear to his jacket. The majority of his tops are t-shirts and polo shirts, whereas all of his bottoms are black slacks or jeans. Nothing he owns is too loose or too tight. As a member of The Immortals, he often wears their uniform of red suspenders coupled with combat boots. However, he has no problem wearing less suspicious clothes if need be. In cold weather he wears his Immortals jacket -- A black bomber jacket with their insignia, a large red skull, on the back.

Personality
Innate & Outward Personality:

Creed is ill-mannered, aggressive, and cocky. His favorite genre of music is anything played loudly at night, and his favorite games are the ones he is sure to win. Creed is kind of an asshole. He enjoys picking on people weaker than himself, although his bullying is mostly teasing and flicks on the back of his head. While he isn’t especially violent or quick to anger, his off-putting nature earns him few friends. Underneath this exterior, he is fiercely loyal to the few friends he has, and craves their approval. His yearning for a tight-knit group and sense of solidarity was the driving force for him to join a gang, and stems from the combination of his loss of parents and hatred of humans.

As mentioned, Creed hates humans. He believes his parents were not adequately cared for after their car crash because of their status as metahumans, amplified by living in a decidedly anti-metahuman neighborhood. He believes metahumans are the next stage of evolution, and that metahumans will eventually wipe out or subjugate humanity. Although he believes that there are some “Noble Humans”, for the most part his belief is that as a whole, humanity fears and destroys things they don’t know. His boisterousness and belief in metahuman superiority make most people instantly dislike him, although the few who look past this find a loyal friend in Creed.

Hobbies/Interests:

Creed is a simple man. Aside from frequently working out, he has few hobbies. He enjoys solving math problems, most sports, and playing pool. He enjoys reading, although most of the works he enjoys are written about the metahuman experience, as well as the works of radical metahuman supremacists. Occasionally, he’ll be found reading anti-metahuman writings and papers, believing that it’s important to know your enemy.

Skills/Talents:

Creed holds few talents but violence. Although he forgets all discipline and training after transforming, he is an adept boxer, having been taught by one of the higher-up Immortals. Besides boxing, however, the closest thing he has to a talent is his penchant for spitting very far.

Prized Possession:

Like his younger brother, Creed places very little value on physical things. His prized possession, if any, would be his Immortals jacket.

History/Bio:

Creedence Clearwater Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Boston.

His parents were blue collar metahumans from Georgia. His father, Harley Boggs, had thick green skin, while his mother, Rhiannon Boggs, was a telepath. Creed had a fairly happy childhood, doing things most young boys did. He enjoyed swimming, playing with action figures, watching cartoons, and generally, being a boy. However, his childhood was not without upsets. Creed’s neighbors were strongly against metahuman rights, going as far as to frequently vandalize his family car, spraypainting the door to their apartment with slurs, and generally antagonizing the family whenever possible. When Creed was 11, his parents died shortly after a car crash. Creed believes that they could have been saved, but received sub-par care because of their status as metahumans. Shortly after this incident, Creed and Lenny were sent to live in foster care.

The brothers spent their short time in foster care with the Dulane family, including a mother, father, pet dog, and a foster brother, Pete. Hoping to see his first metahuman after a young Lenny explained "Creed changes if he gets mad", Pete made it his business to scare and tease Creed at every available opportunity, despite being warned not to many times by his parents. Eventually, he caused Creed to transform, but not without a cost.

Creed went on to maul the Dulane family's dog, before turning his attention to Pete. Their new foster brother would live the ordeal, but not without being horribly disfigured, breaking several bones, losing most of an arm and an eye. After the incident, Creed and Lenny spent a short time living at a NEST base, before it was finally decided that custody of the boys would be given to their grandmother, who lived in Black Fall, Pennsylvania.

With his grandmother a doddering old woman, Creed grew up with little supervision. His belief in metahuman superiority was fueled after discovering “The Immortals”, a gang of metahumans in Black Fall, who shared the same ideas. He devoted all of his time to The Immortals, going as far as to drop out of school. The Immortals were responsible for Creed earning his second NEST strike, coaxing him to attack and hospitalize the son of a senator with strongly anti-metahuman beliefs as part of his initiation.

Their grandmother was eventually placed in hospice care, causing NEST to search for a new home for the boys. Rather than let the already dangerous Creed have guardianship over his potentially dangerous brother, NEST has placed the two at Academy 218 in the hopes of turning the two into productive citizens.

Family:

Grandmother: Susan Boggs
Brother: Lenny Boggs

Relationships
Lenny Boggs | Mixed | Brother | "He's a good kid, just needs to go outside more." |

Diego Bellasquez | Dislikes | Classmate | "Fuck that guy." |
Abilities

Power Class:

Super-System

Power:

Sudden rushes of adrenaline, be it through fear, anger, shock, or pain, cause Creed to transform into a monster. In this monstrous form, Creed doubles in size and weight, and has a tremendous increase in strength. His muscles swell to accommodate his larger frame, causing his skin to tear and bleed freely near his joints, and his eyes to sink in and disappear under his swollen, tightening skin. His jaw protrudes greatly and his teeth increase in mass, and density, allowing him to bite through wood.

His speed increases as well, doubly so when he is on all fours. His nails grow to harsh points, allowing him to climb rough surfaces like bark or dirt easily. Although he loses sight, his sense of smell is incredibly heightened, allowing him to sense his surroundings by smell, and giving him tracking abilities far beyond that of a trained bloodhound. Lastly, his durability increases significantly. Melee blows fail to even register to him, and low-caliber bullets from pistols are unlikely to reach his organs.

Limits:

The immense strain Creed’s body is put under during transformation takes its toll. Creed can only be brought out by being knocked out, which is very difficult, or collapsing from exhaustion. After a transformation, Creed is unconscious, bleeding, dehydrated, and completely exhausted of all energy.

If Creed manages to avoid exhaustion or injury while transformed, there is still a limit on the amount of time he can spend in this stage. Because of the strain put on his heart to pump blood through an extremely oversized body, after about an hour, Creed’s heart will begin to slow, causing him to becoming extremely lethargic and pass out, ending his transformation. However, if he ignores his slowed heart rate and continues moving around, his heart will stop, killing him.

In his transformed state, Creed loses hearing and sight -- His delicate facial muscles swell up underneath his tightened skin, covering his sunken eyes and forming a seal around his fleshy ears. He makes up for this with his amplified sense of smell, although it has drawbacks.

Creed remembers very little from his time spent transformed, and the same goes for while he is transformed. Creed is unable to discern friend from foe and right from wrong. He retains the intelligence of a wild animal, and can easily fall into traps.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

In his monster form, Creed becomes extremely hydrophobic, hissing and roaring at even a small glass of water. Getting wet would either cause him to violently begin shaking the water off of himself, or being so frightened that he is sent into shock, and transforms into his regular human state. Monster-Creed is incapable of crossing water, swimming, or going out in the rain.

Although Creed’s sense of smell is extremely amplified in his transformed state, this also presents a weakness in his overly sensitive nose. While a room that’s been sprayed with large amounts of perfume will mask those in it, being sprayed in the face with perfume or any other strong smelling substance would be intensely painful, and possibly cause him to be rendered “blind”, losing his sense of balance and running wildly.

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Lenny Boggs

Basic Information



Name:

Lynyrd Skynyrd Boggs

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Lenny

Gender:

Male

Age:

16

Height:

5'7

Weight:

123 lbs

Type:

New/Full Time Student

Appearance

Hair Color:

Red

Eye Color:

Blue

Ethnicity:

Caucasian (His ancestry is a mix of several European countries)

Physical Appearance:

At a glance, Lenny can be mistaken for a mop. A pale, lanky youth of 16, Lenny is only recognizable in crowds for his bright red hair -- Other than that, he's very easy to miss. He slouches, smells like cigarettes, and hides most of his thin frame under layers of hoodies and baggy shirts.

Underneath those layers of clothes, however, is a lithe and limber young man. He holds very little fat, and has a body fit for a gymnast or swimmer. His pubescent limbs seem awkwardly too long for his body with thin, narrow fingers and toes. His face is most noticeably affected by this overall thinness, with a jaw that pokes out visibly, accentuated by his pointed cheekbones and thin lips. He holds something of a delicate face, with a rosy nose and ears that seem perpetually red, despite his intensely vacant eyes. All in all, Lenny looks decidedly unimpressive for a teenage boy.

Attire:

Lenny spends most of his time indoors, has spent most of his life homeschooled, and spends most of his money on video games. As a result, his wardrobe is fairly basic. He owns clothes in sevens, assuring that he can be dressed for a week with as little time spent on laundry as possible. He owns seven pairs of the same jeans, seven t-shirts, seven collared shirts, seven hoodies, and so on. Most of them are in soft shades of navy, taupe, or maroon. Lenny does not dress to impress, he dresses because he has to.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality: Lenny is a geek. He enjoys comic books, video games, anime, cartoons, and most other things you could find at a convention. Being homeschooled, Lenny has had little room to make friends with others, although not all of his loneliness is because of his isolation -- Lenny's lack of social skills do that well enough on their own. Lenny has a habit of blurting out his thoughts, fumbling through sentences, and saying the wrong things at the wrong time. This mixture of isolation and social awkwardness has made Lenny into a recluse of sorts, with an encyclopedic knowledge of The Hobbit, and no friends to speak of.

Although a shy nerd, Lenny is no pushover. He is fully aware of the strength of his powers, but is a pacifist at heart. Although he avoids conflict whenever he can, he shares a competitive streak with his brother, and isn't one to turn down a challenge. Listening to his brother's opinions on humanity growing up, Lenny has formed a different opinion -- Although he believes humans and metahumans can peacefully coexist, he holds a great deal of pride for being a metahuman.

Lenny's experiences growing up have thickened his skin a fair deal. From a psychological viewpoint, having to grow up so quickly has caused Lenny to crave the childhood he feels he missed out on, which he experiences through the countless fantasy-based movies, shows, graphic novels, and action figures he owns. Lenny may be a shy nerd, but he is also a proud, tough teenager from the inner-city.

Hobbies/Interests:

As mentioned, Lenny spends his time alone for the most part. He is an avid comic fan, reading everything from Golden-Age superhero comics, to gritty detective noir stories. His favorite genre is fantasy, or generally "Everything that has swords". He is a fan of Star-Trek, although he dislikes Star Wars. Aside from other geeky interests like shows and online roleplaying, he enjoys taking long bike rides through the city. Although his powers allow him a great capability for violence, he usually only uses his power for practical reasons, or more often, to amuse himself. He enjoys using his power to make lights and fires "dance".

Skills/Talents:

Lenny is a skilled mountain-biker, using his bike to traverse the city as well as the craggy forests and hills. Other than those that, Lenny is self-admittedly talentless, which he has few qualms with. He has high grades in all of his classes, and speaks basic Spanish.

Prized Possession:

Lenny places little value on physical things, having to make do with whatever he had growing up. However, with his bicycle being his key to the outside world, it would probably be his bike (Which is named Na'vi).

History/Bio:

Leonard Skynyrd Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Boston.

His parents were blue collar metahumans from Georgia. His father, Harley Boggs, had thick green skin, while his mother, Rhiannon Boggs, was a telepath. Although fearful of Lenny's metahuman abilities that he had displayed since infancy, they registered him with NEST and were generally supportive. They died in a car accident shortly after his sixth birthday, leaving Lenny and his brother Creed in foster care. Luckily for the Boggs Brothers, this was short-lived.

Lenny and Creed spent their short time in foster care with the Dulane family, including a mother, father, pet dog, and a foster brother, Pete. Hoping to see his first metahuman after a young Lenny explained "Creed changes if he gets mad", Pete made it his business to scare and tease Creed at every available opportunity, despite being warned not to many times by his parents. Eventually, he caused Creed to transform, but not without a cost. Creed went on to maul the Dulane family's dog, before turning his attention to Pete. Their new foster brother would live the ordeal, but not without being horribly disfigured, breaking several bones, losing most of an arm and an eye. After the incident, Lenny and Creed spent a short time living at a NEST base, before it was finally decided that custody of the boys would be given to their grandmother, who lived in Black Fall, Pennsylvania.

With his grandmother a doddering old woman, most of Lenny's upbringing, or lack thereof, was from Creed. Creed shared his metahuman status with Lenny, although Creed's powers were much more volatile. It was for this reason that Creed and Lenny were both homeschooled, as their grandmother hoped to protect them from the outside world. While Lenny flourished in the online school setting, Creed unenrolled himself at 18, preferring to devote his time to a metahuman rights group in Black Fall.

Their grandmother was eventually placed in hospice care, causing NEST to search for a new home for the boys. Rather than let the already dangerous Creed have guardianship over his potentially dangerous brother, NEST has placed the two at Academy 218 in the hopes of turning the two into productive citizens.

Family:

Brother - Creed Boggs
Grandmother - Susan Boggs

Relationships

Creedence C. Boggs | Mixed | Brother | "Creed’s alright if you get to know him, ‘cept for when he’s not.” |

Susan Boggs | Pities | Grandmother | "My mema's gettin' there in age. She doesn't talk much, poor old gal." |

Abilities

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:

Lenny can absorb, redirect, and expel energy. This pertains to all types of energy, although Lenny sticks to mainly three: Kinetic, thermal, and electric. When absorbing energy, Lenny can either siphon it slowly from a distance, or more quickly with direct physical contact.

When expelling it, the combination of whatever he's absorbed takes the form of a blue plasmoid, either as a blast, beam, or wave, dealing concussive force. Redirecting energy is a combination of both, absorbing through one arm and firing it from the other, making himself a conductor. This is usually reserved for large amounts of energy he can't safely absorb.

Aside from this plasma energy, Lenny can also use the energy in its natural form. If he absorbs a large amount of electric energy, this can be used as an equal amount of kinetic energy, or an equal amount of heat energy, and so on. This allows Lenny to start fires, charge batteries, or simply jump further.

Limits:

The amount of energy Lenny can absorb is finite. Although he is unsure of what the set limit is, stopping a speeding train, putting out a house fire, or absorbing a power plant would all definitely kill him. Although he can absorb larger amounts of energy slowly, or redirect large amounts, quickly absorbing any large amount would either cause him to begin ashing, or simply cause him to explode.

Secondly, Lenny's plasma bolts can injure him with the recoil they present. As he's only able to fire them from his hands, a beam too large, or from redirecting too much energy at once, could potentially break his arms, or blow them off entirely. Similarly, expelling large amounts of heat can burn him, and large amounts of electricity can shock him -- He is not completely immune to his absorbed energies.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Lenny has never left the city, and has thus been surrounded by potential batteries his entire life. Being in a forest, cave, or any other natural environment would essentially take him away from all power sources but the sun, and even then, his solar absorption can easily be negated by putting him under a roof. If he was locked in a basement or closet with nothing to absorb, he would have to rely on his below-average strength to get out.

Different types of energy can damage Lenny if he absorbs them too quickly. For example, if he quickly absorbs the energy of a bonfire, he would become severely dehydrated, and possibly burn his hands. Absorbing solar energy too quickly would give him hypersensitive skin, damaged vision, and lowered stamina. Quickly absorbing kinetic energy would topple him with severe vertigo, and quickly absorbing a large amount of electric energy would shock him, giving him nerve jolts, and possibly stop his heart altogether.

Lastly, Lenny has no defense against physical attacks. While things like cars and trains retain enough kinetic energy to be absorbed and stopped, fists, swords, and other melee weapons do not. Lenny's energy absorption has a threshold of sorts, which stops him from being able to absorb body heat, the electricity in the ground, or the kinetic energy of a thrown punch.

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EDIT: Hello everyone! I am the one reserved latecomer, excuse my latecoming asshatery.

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

Lenny sipped the remainder of his coffee, before tossing it into the plastic blue trash bin he had been leaning on. As usual, the arcade was buzzing with life. To his left, there were two younger boys playing a Jurassic Park game nearly as old as Lenny, rapidly firing at dinosaurs with plastic rifles. Further, there was a couple laughing wildly as they played a game of DDR, missing most of the arrows on the screen. There were youths of all ages at concession stands, air hockey, and plastic motorbikes of driving games.

Closest to him, two girls were playing Tekken, both fighting with the bear characters. He had offered to take the winner ten minutes ago, but they had played round after round, and didn't plan on sharing their game with some creepy ginger.

There was a new game near the corner that Lenny had been watching. At a steep five-dollars-a-life fee, players would swing a sword attached by a cord at the hilt, and fight waves of ninjas. Like the others, it had a two player option for taking turns.

Why are all of these for two people? Lenny thought to himself. Truth be told, he had been watching the others play for a half hour, secretly waiting for someone to announce something like "Hey, I need another player for this." Unfortunately for him, he was probably the only person at the arcade who came alone. He didn't have any money, but he had an 'Eezee-Pass', a card that could be exchanged for tokens, which could be swiped at a game instead of money.

Lenny grunted, and made his way out of the arcade, putting his gloves and hat back on. He winced at the cold wind for a moment, before burying most of his face in the neck of his jacket, and advancing through the cold.

Lenny would pull his phone out of his pocket every few minutes, checking to see if the girl from the coffee shop had texted him. He didn't know the first thing about being an electrician, but figured having energy-based powers would be enough. Appliances, on the other hand, he was fairly skilled with. Mostly computers, which Lenny spent most of his time on, but he knew his way around a phone too.

His phone vibrated, and Lenny's hand shot into his pocket.

sup fggt

God damn it. Creed. Before he could respond, Creed messaged him again.

iron eagles meeting ovr. pick u up were at?

Lenny texted him back quickly, still unsure if he'd be wandering the city for longer.

I'lll walk home today

His train of thought was interrupted by a loud crash. It took a second for it all to register to Lenny, as he wasn't exactly used to processing all the information of a car crash in an instant. There were blaring alarms in the distance, but all too soon for it to be an ambulance. The only cars he knew that carried alarms were used by cops, or NEST.

He took off running, following the few others who went to go see the commotion. He turned a corner blindly, with great leaping bounds. His skinny frame might not've helped him attract girls, but he would've made a great track runner. Sprinting down the block, he eventually turned the corner once more to see the scene of the crash.

There was a NEST truck nearly embedded in the railing of a wire fence. A few people had already gotten out of their cars, when he began to hear gunshots. The doors flung open, and a figure leapt out. It was too far for Lenny to see him clearly, but he could make out a few things. Mostly that he was paler than Lenny, wearing a dark grubby hoodie. Was it some crazed junkie? Lenny's thoughts raced as he caught his breath, watching the hooded figure make a beeline for the nearby trees.

Lenny took off after him. It was partially from his superhero-fueled imagination being populated by figures like Flash Gordon and Aragorn, and partially out of a blind curiosity. He wanted to see what this metahuman was running from, or to.

Lenny quickly reached the forest, chasing after the hooded figure. He was fast, but seemed sluggish, and clawed at his neck while he ran. Lenny was quickly running out of breath, but he seemed to have an advantage -- The person he was chasing didn't seem to have a good sense of direction.

He would trip over a root or stone every once in a while, making him stagger a bit before continuing to run. He wasn't exactly making a straight line, either. He looked around wildly, frequently making nearly random turns. But he didn't seem to know Lenny was chasing him. Perhaps he was too far, and perhaps the figure couldn't hear his steps over his own wheezing. Even Lenny could hear it from the distance.

Eventually, the hooded figure stopped, pausing at a clearing in the forest. He dropped to one knee, lowering his hood. If Lenny could've seen his face, he would've stopped. He was a ghostly white, with small pieces of metal jutting awkwardly from all around his head. He clawed at his neck, desperately wrenching at what seemed like a collar.

Maybe he's a test subject. Lenny thought to himself. However, by the time that question had been formed in his mind, he had reached the boy. Lenny was panting, out of breath, but not loud enough to be noticed, as the boy seemed fairly distracted already.

"Hey." Lenny said, still gasping for air. "What, who... What happened?" He said to the back of the boy's head, still not having seen the boy turn around.

The figure slowly began to turn his head. Lenny grew an apprehensive scowl on his face as he noticed the lack of ears... or eyes... or a nose. But there were nostrils and cracked lips, both caked in dried blood. Once the figure's 'face' was in full view, he let out a weak yelp and shot his arms up, covering his metal-encrusted head and buckling his knees to the forest floor.

Lenny staggered back for a moment, instinctively raising his hands up to fire a bolt of energy through the monster's chest. Before he could, the "monster" covered his face, collapsing to the ground. Lenny wasn't entirely sure what to do. Here he stood, in the middle of the forest with what looked like a horror story wrapped in skin, nearly sitting coiled in the fetal position. Lenny's hands were glowing with a faint blue light, which he had harnessed from the arcade. He could've killed the monster, and ran away scot-free. Instead, the glowing stopped.

"What happened to you?" He asked, lowering his hands.

The figure slowly raised his head, looking at Lenny's hands. His mouth hung open a little as he gazed at the faint light they were producing. It was at the moment that Lenny noticed the camera-like device clipped to the side of the figure's hoodie, which he used on of his hands to aim up at Lenny. In nary a sudden moment, the figure unclipped the camera, aiming it straight at Lenny. He slowly inched it closer to him, and his mouth began to stutter.

"Ch-... charge."

Lenny stared at him for a moment. Charge? Was he about to charge Lenny? No, he was laying on the ground, practically crying. Or, at least he would've been, if he had eyes.

"What?" Lenny said, looking nearly as dumbfounded as the figure in front of him.

The figure held the body camera closer to Lenny and shook his head a bit, his skin distorting into wisps of fading ripples for a moment. He pushed the device to Lenny's chest insistingly.

"͟C̕H͜A̡R҉GE.͜"

Lenny was startled by his shouting being as loud as it was, coming from such a frail-looking thing. He meant for Lenny to charge the battery. Lenny tilted his head, still perplexed.
"How did you... How did you know that?" He stared at the figure, unsure as to whether or not he was a metahuman or an alien.

The figure's head stopped its quasi-spatial contorting. He slowly retracted the body camera with a look of despair and said, "H-... hands... hands, see, hands... charge... need..."

Lenny raised his eyebrows, nodding. He approached him slowly, as he would've approached a stray dog. He took the camera in his hand, and squeezed. There was a flash of blue light shining through the spaces between his knuckles, and an electric Zzzt.
"There you go. Good as new."

The figure looked down at the body camera like it was his own child. He let out a few gasps of what seemed like relief and comfort. He aimed the body camera at Lenny once again and said, "Need... need, to see... sorry... sorry..."

"You see... Through a camera?" Lenny nodded, trying to fully understand the situation.

"Why'd you run outta that truck?" He said, still not sure if he should step closer to the pale creature in front of him. He could be a violent criminal, for all he knew.

The figure stuttered again, raising one hand to his face. "F-... Frank, Saint... Saint Frank... NEST... bad... bad..." He slowly lowered his hand and continued, "Run... run... only way... safe..."

Lenny crouched down to his level, and pointed at himself. "Lenny." he slowly pointed to the boy in front of him, with a raised eyebrow. "You have a name?" He wasn't sure whether to talk to him like Tarzan or not, but his new friend didn't seem very linguistic.

The figure paused for a moment. He shook his head a little bit before he started sputtering, "H-h-... Har... Hhhhharmon... Rott... Rott... R͞O͝TT̛L̶AǴE͝..." There was a bit of another distortion to his surname that quickly subsided. "Harmon... Rottlage..." He repeated, calm.

"Harmon Rottlage." Lenny repeated. He stood up, pulling Harmon up by the arm. He was almost impossibly light.

"C-collar... off, need... off..." Harmon said, poking at the NEST nullifying collar clamped around his neck.

Lenny nodded. He was only vaguely aware of what was going on, but his knowledge of E.T and Alf made him fairly biased in Harmon's favor. He didn't know much about NEST, but he knew that they kept metahumans in check. It didn't tell him much about Harmon, but it answered his guessing as to Harmon's species. The thing in front of him was... Human.

At the very least, he was definitely a metahuman. Like Lenny. He pieced the information in his head. Harmon's appearance, running, cowering, the collar... Maybe he was a test subject.

"C'mon Harmon. Let's get you back to my house."

"House... house..."

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

Decided to keep Creed as an NPC, since his OPness has been pointed out.
Perhaps we'll see a less powerful Creed in the future redeem himself Nevermind, that's American History X.

Jazzy said
So open he said it thrice.

I thought we were quoting our favorite Beatles hooks and got excited.

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

The mooks are unnamed angry looking gangsters, (I'd say there are a little less than 30) but I'll err on the side of caution and scale his power way down.
EDIT: in the mean time, i'm open to constructive criticism of his character in general.

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

All good criticisms. I'll bump him way down, I think the 8's only there because I started with Lenny's sheet to make sure I don't mess up the history.
As for usefulness, I planned most of his mind-control being explanation for his small army of mooks, rather than directly mind-controlling other characters.

Black Fall [Superhuman/City/Character Driven]

Figured that since I might write Creed's actions from time to time, I should write him a sheet.

Creed Boggs

Name: Creedence C. Boggs
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6'0
Weight: 220 lbs
Home District: Courtwall Harbor

Appearance

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Ethnicity: Caucasian (His ancestry is a mix of several European countries)
Physical Appearance: Creed is as attractive as someone with the surname "Boggs" can be. Although his ears stick out like his younger brother, he has a chisled jaw, pouty lips, and eyes that seem to stare through others. He is tall, at an even six feet, and goes to the gym every other day.

His skin isn't as pale as his younger brother, but far from tan. His face, while attractive, shows signs of violence. His left eyebrow has a scar dividing it where he had once been stabbed, which he hides with an eyebrow pencil. His nose, although fairly straight, is crooked in places it had been broken upon close inspection. These features, even though detrimental to most, have only helped Creed's "Bad Boy" image.

His wardrobe is mostly tight, and black. The majority of his tops are t-shirts and polo shirts, whereas all of his bottoms are black slacks or jeans. Nothing he owns is too loose or too tight. Although Creed almost always wears suspenders and combat boots, he has no problem adopting a less suspicious look when he needs to.

Personality: Where being poor made his younger brother humble, it made Creed hungry. Where the loss of their parents made Lenny lonely, it made Creed angry. The only binding trait Creed has with his brother is fear. Lenny's status as a metahuman makes him fearful of non-metahumans, whereas Creed fears a multitude of things. These traits, hunger, anger, and fear, are the driving forces behind Creed's personality.

Creed believes his parent's car accident was an act of sabotage, inflicted upon his family for being metahumans. Ironically, this has led him to become the hateful racist he is today. Creed believes metahumans are the next stage of human evolution, and that they should be proud of their powers and abilities. On the other side of the same coin, he believes all non-white races are less evolved, and should not intermarry with caucasians.

Creed's anger manifests itself with wanton violence. He silently reaches a boiling point, and when it's reached, starts throwing punches without a second thought. His younger brother, Lenny, is the most common victim of this violence, but it's by no means exclusive to him. His fellow gang members, past girlfriends, and strangers passing by in the night have all been on the wrong side of his anger.

Secondly, Creed hungers for power, which is another fundamental part of his personality. His powers play a large role in this desire, as well as his low class. He despises being labled poor, and tries to hide this whenever possible. Luckily for him, he's able to convince people of money he doesn't have just with his words. Although usually successful, he is prone to snap when his social class is called into question.

Creed's desire for power also comes from a place of weakness. With mandated registration for metahumans, Creed feels weak and vulnerable, and so, he purposefully hid his powers from the public eye. With a family on food stamps, Creed felt weak, and so he gets others to buy things for him. Creed desires power to hide the fact that deep down, he is weak.

Lastly, Creed is a fearful young man, moreso even than his younger brother. There is little Creed doesn't fear. Most obviously, Creed fears minorities. Creed fears being found out as a metahuman, harm coming to his younger brother, his plans for the future failing, the list goes on and on. Creed's fears come from the same deep-seated place as his weakness. And like his weakness, Creed masks this too. Creed masks his fears with hate.

Creed is by no means a good person. He's a bad person. However, no person is completely bad, and Creed is not an exception to this. At his worst, Creed is a violent racist who frequently attacks his younger brother, women, and strangers. He believes he comes from two master races, being metahuman and white, and looks down on all others. At his best, Creed is a weak, frightened young man, who hides behind his hatred to feel more powerful. Creed is a coin with two scratched sides.

Hobbies/Interests: Creed is an avid pool player, and enjoys complex math problems. In his spare time, he enjoys working on his car, and hanging out with his friends and fellow gang members.

Skills/Talents: Creed's largest skill is his charisma. Even when not using his powers, Creed is capable of being charming and personable, even with hate symbols adorning his clothes. Creed has many friends in The Dead End, even outside of The Iron Eagles, as he's good at solving disputes. At the same time, although he's charismatic, he can be incredibly intimidating if he needs to be. Although this is also something that can be done with his powers, being known for violence and facism, with a gang of thirty or so guys behind him, Creed doesn't need to try very hard to be feared.

Prized Possession: Creed owns nothing more than clothes and a car. Even his room has nothing more than an inflatable mattress and a blanket.

History/Bio: Creedence Clearwater Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Courtwall Harbor. His parents, having moved from Georgia five years earlier, carried their outdated beliefs and politics with them to Black Falls. Raised in this environment from birth, and thereby through his most impressionable years, Creed grew up with a distinct distrust for people who didn't look like him or spoke another language. This was escalated by growing up in the neighborhood he called home.

Both of Creed's parents were metahumans, and some of the few caucasians in their immigrant neighborhood of factory workers in Courtwall Harbor. His father's skin was undeniably green, with small patches of scales. His mother, on the other hand, would accidentally freeze things when she'd touch them.

They were feared and hated by their neighbors, frequently coming home to messages scrawled upon their door. Naturally, this only provided fuel for their racist beliefs, which Creed took even more strongly than his parents. Not only did he harbor feelings of racial superiority learned from his parents, he also began to believe that metahumans were superior to humans.

One such neighbor was Miguel Vasquez. Living in the apartment next door to them, Joseph made several complaints to the superintendant, child services, and Creed and Lenny's school. He believed the two parents were unfit to raise children for their dangerous abilities, and made no effort to hide that belief -- He hated metahumans as much as the Boggs' hated him for his race.

One night, after a loud argument with Miguel, Creed's parents piled into their car, and began to drive to the police station. On the drive there, the car slid off-road, killing both of them instantly. Although ruled an accident, Creed believes it was caused by their neighbor. Shortly after being put into the custody of their grandmother, Creed decided to take revenge. Late one evening, Creed visited his old apartment building, and waited for Miguel to come home. When he did, Creed used his powers to force Miguel to let Creed into the apartment, give him a large sum of money he had been hiding under his mattress, and finally, jump from his eighth story window.

Growing up, Creed was the leader of his house, frequently bringing in money through nefarious activities. This role was reflected in his involvement with The Iron Eagles, a gang of likeminded youths in The Dead End. He quickly rose through their rankings to become leader, where he remains now.

Family: Grandmother - Susan Boggs
Brother - Lenny Boggs

Relationships

Lenny | Mixed Feelings | Brother| "Sometimes Lenny pisses me off and I smack the shit outta him, sometimes he helps me out and I don't. He's a good kid, though." |

Susan Boggs | Ambivalent | Grandmother | "She just sits there most days. Fine by me." |

The Iron Eagles | Pride | Gang | "Best group of guys I know. Hardworking Americans who are proud of their heritage." |

Abilities

Power Class & Rating: Cerebral 8
Power: Creed can impose his will on others with a sort of "Jedi Mind-Trick". When activating his powers, his pupils shrink slightly, and the veins on his neck bulge -- This minor physical change has allowed him to hide his status as a metahuman from NEST for his whole life.

When this change is activated, Creed's statements become fact to those who can hear him. If Creed says "You are going to let me inside", the person he's speaking to would immediately open the door for him. If Creed says "You can't swim", that person would forget ever knowing how to swim. Creed's mind-control is only at it's height when he is controlling the weak-willed.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks: Creed can't make the impossible happen. While convincing a terrorist to bomb an American embassy would be easy, he couldn't give the same command to a politician. Getting the average joe to forget how to play chess would be easy, but it would be impossible to do the same for a chess champion. Integral parts of people's personalities can't be controlled or erased.

Additionally, some people can resist Creed's mind control simply by having very strong wills. Former soldiers and experienced metahumans would be able to resist, unlike their civillian counterparts.

Lastly, Creed can't control a telepath, or any metahuman with cerebral powers. Trying to would feel like being punched in the head, and the few times he's tried to control a cerebral metahuman have given him intense migraines and nosebleeds.

Sample Post: "I'd like to welcome you all to this month's meeting." Creed said calmly into his microphone. The Iron Eagles had their meetings in the back room of The Doghouse, a small dive bar in The Dead End. There were about twenty people at the meeting, sitting in steel foldout chairs. Most of them looked like Creed. Tough, with shaved heads and shined boots. The Iron Eagles didn't carry a uniform, but they had an insignia. Many of the members wore on it their jackets or tattooed it on their skin, decorating themselves with an eagle holding an iron cross.

Aside from the members, there were a few younger looking teenagers, mostly in hoodies and ballcaps. Recruits. Some looked nervous, others looked excited. They all looked dangerous.

"Before we begin this month's discussion and planning, I'd like to address the new faces I see in the crowd." He flashed a smile, nodding towards the teenagers. He cleared his throat, readying himself for the speech that he had given dozens, maybe hundreds of times.

"The Iron Eagles is all about pride. It was an institution of pride when I entered it, it'll stay an institution of pride while I run it, and it'll only house the proud when I'm cold and dead. Secondly, it is about brotherhood." He looked up from his podium, to look at his audience. He always used his powers at recruitment ceremonies, just to be safe. He wasn't yet, though. Too soon.

"The Iron Eagles is a band of brothers. Strong, proud, hardworking brothers. If any of you don't think that's what you want, the door is open." He pointed to the door at the back of the room, which creaked ominously. Truthfully, if any of them tried to back out at this point, they'd be beaten into an ER, but he wasn't about to say so.

"If you're not proud of your heritage, of your country, there's the door. If you're a lone wolf who thinks he can make it in this world with just himself, there's the door. If you come from a well-off enough background, there's the door." He repeated his phrase over and over, slamming his fist on his podium and pointing with each iteration of 'door'. It didn't frighten the boys in front of him. It inspired them. They all fit into those categories not because they were destined to join a gang, but because Creed knew what kind of teenagers would want to join a hate group. They were bullied, had few friends, and were all of the same ethnicity. Like he had once been.

"If you want to make the world a better place through force of action," He said, pausing, "Then you've come to the right place." His small audience began to applaud, hooting and hollering and clapping. Creed prepared himself for delivering the final blow. His pupils shrank, and the veins in his neck bulged slightly. It was impossible to see his eyes from this distance, and his veins could be attributed to shouting.

"If you're like the rest of these fine men..." He shut his eyes tightly for a second, and opened them wide, practically staring through each member of the crowd. "You want to join."
There was a split second lul in the crowd's activity, as the eyes of the teenagers in the crowds glazed over for a moment, before they began cheering even more loudly than they did before. It worked, as it always had. Creed had a new set of recruits.

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"Here you go, friend!" she said cheerily. "Merry Christmas."

Lenny looked up, almost dumbfounded. There was a girl, one he had never seen or met, buying his coffee for him. She was cute, but in a sort of little-house-on-the-prairie kind of way. She definitely wasn't the type to go after a guy like Lenny. So why would she buy him a drink? Lenny ignored the thought, figuring that he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He scooped most of his change back into his pocket, and slid the bills and a few quarters over the counter.

"Hey, thanks! Merry Christmas!" He weakly called back, unsure if she had heard him or not. He took his coffee, leaving the change and the bills for the unamused barista, and scooted over to the section of the shop by the trash bins, where milk, sugar, and straws were kept. He poured a handful of sugar packets into his coffee, and then enough milk to bring the concoction to the brim of the cup, before he snapped the plastic lid on.

Covering the hole with his finger, he shook the cup over the trash bin, and finally took a sip. It was almost sickeningly sweet, enough that it no longer tasted like coffee, and instead, like a coffee-flavored candy. Just how Lenny liked it. Fortunately for him, after making it just sweet enough, his powers allowed him to make it just hot enough as well. He wasn't one to showboat, but absorbing excess heat from a drink was hardly showboating. It was a matter of practicality, and Lenny was a practical guy.

The coffee he held in his hand made him feel something. It was almost close to guilt, but he hadn't done anything. If Lenny had a better vocabulary, he would've called it gratitude, but he wrote it off as guilt to him. He felt like he owed the girl who bought him the coffee something, and it was probably because he technically did. He took a pen out of his pocket, and began scribbling something on his napkin. It took him a few moments, checking to make sure his spelling and penmanship were acceptable, and finally wiping what little remained of his coffee in a stained ring on the paper.

When he was finished, he walked over to the table where the girl was. She wasn't alone. She was there with another girl, and an older man, who he presumed were her sister and father. They don't look related, he thought to himself. And it was true. The girl who had given him the coffee was dressed too differently from the other girl, and to Lenny, all siblings shopped at the same stores. The man, on the other hand, wasn't eyeing him suspiciously, like most parents would.

"Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt. I wanted to give you something to thank you, but I'm broke, so here's this." He placed the napkin in her hands, writing side-up. with a sheepish half-smile.

"Merry Christmas, and thanks again." Lenny turned around and quickly made his way to the door with his coffee, practically jogging. He wasn't good at social situations, and this was as much as he could take. After all, it's easy to see if someone is blushing when they're as pale as Lenny.

Normally, he was fairly secretive about his metahuman status. But there was something about the girl that made him lose that edge -- Although it was likely that it was only that she was the only girl to willingly talk to him, she practically glowed with friendliness. If anyone was going to track him down for being a metahuman in this town, it wouldn't have been her.