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Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

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JONES

_{January 1st, 5:56 PM
Madison Square Garden, New York City}

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Jermaine responded with a curt nod as they took another turn towards the venue, the sound of the crowd like an auditory volcano. It was all quiet one second and then deafening the next, rising to a crescendo that would refuse to release. Sold out show in the Madison Square Garden and a few million more watching online. He couldn't imagine the kind of pressure Karen was under.

With a small gesture he signaled a contingent of six well-built bodyguards all dressed in black t-shirts and jeans to silently fall in step around them. Jermaine had hand-picked each himself, rigorously screening Karen’s security force until those left could offer no less then exemplary service.

As the doors to the main arena opened a cacophony of cheering, whooping, hollering, clapping and stamping of feet, along with the palpable buzz of excitement in the charged air hardened Jermaine’s face. This was where the real work began.

With some excessive force along the way the the contingent guided Karen to the stage and he took his place back stage, close enough to keep an eye on her and the audience, but far enough to avoid cameras or somehow distract one of the dancers.

Blowing out a puff of smoke he breathed as Karen took command of the show and Blood-Stained Pelt began to blare through the speakers. A classic catering to the sensiblties of the non-humans, highlighting the media’s disregard for their lives and humanity’s blatant callousness in general; something the nine-hundred inhumans and one hundred mages seated in the front row would no doubt be fans of. The soundtrack of a movement.

Yet a creeping apprehension took root in Jermaine’s gut. 1000 non-humans and mages was a recipe for disaster if shit actually went wrong. Despite advice against it Karen was adamant about the decision to have them here, right in front of her. If one so much as dared to attack he was prepared to shatter bone, but the press would have a field day. If Karen meant well by putting them where they where, she may have been unwitting adding fuel to the fire.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t his job to consider the ramifications of a teenagers political statements, he just had to keep the Disney princess safe.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

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GOLDLINK

_{Location: January 1st, 9:37 AM.
Local Restaurant, New York City.}

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Jo-Vaughn eyed his plate. Before him sat an enormous platter of food; eggs, ham, and piles of fried potatoes. A tureen of fruit sat in ice to keep it chilled. A basket of rolls so full it could keep a family going for a week was set against the edge of the table. And an elegant glass of orange juice completed the ensemble of morning hors d'oeuvres.

"Christ." he marveled, his plate an awe-inspiring work of art to a man as hungry as he was.

"Watch yo damn mouth boy! I didn't take you here to put the lord's name in vain over ma food." his grandma snapped harshly.

Jo-Vaughn smiled sheepishly and returned to admiring his plate. Grandma Livingston was a nonsense kind of woman and unlike any grandma to ever walk the face the earth. While most could imagine their snow-white haired grandparent knitting, over-cooking, and planting wet kisses on their faces, Joey grew up with the image of a vile, jet-black haired disciplinarian who took no shit from anyone or anything; never cooked, sure as hell never knitted, and the only kiss he ever received from her was the painful kiss of a leather belt on his ass.

Yeah, she wasn't the picture of an ideal grandma. But Joey wouldn't have it any other way.

"So nana, Joey began, swallowing a potato chunk before he went on. "You heard back from mom yet?"

Grandma Livingston cut into her eggs with a fork and popped them into her mouth. "She called me this mornings'. Told me she made it Naija safely.

Joey nodded and swallowed another potato. His mother, Nina Livingston, had flown back to their hometown for a little R&R with the rest of the family. That left Jo-Vaughn in charge of the oldest Livingston. Which meant treating her to breakfast and dropping a third of all the cash on him for extra bullshit. That coupled with his mother's demands to do something with his hair before she got back or she would, quote: "cut that shit myself with a knife.", left him dipping into what was left of his endorsement money.

The young Livingston let out a silent sigh and glanced out the window of the cafe. The hustle and bustle of New York never ceased to amaze him, even though his entire life had been spent milling about the maelstrom.

"Awww, shit, that news-conference was this morning." he exasperated as he leaned heavily into the backrest of the booth.

Joey had been planning to go, it was something small in the Brooklyn neighborhood but it would have been a great moment to gather awareness for his youth-league fundraiser. Unfortunately, with the last two days activity, that with his mothers sudden vacation, today's concert and breakfast, the event had totally slipped his mind.

"And why in God's name would you want to do that?" Grandma Livingston asserted, finishing off the last of her eggs.

Joey grunted. "I mean, these kids need some kind of support? Any extra money we can get to get this youth-league running again would be great for em."

"Joey, you know people ain’t so charitable these days, and especially won’t be for a monsta’ inclusive league." she pointed out.

"Nana, everyone deserve a chance. We going right back to the 50’s the way we treating these people. I’m not gonna let kids miss out on an opportunity to grow, get off the streets."

Grandma Livingston chuckled disappointedly. "Baby you got a big heart, that vigilante work got you thinking grand, but people ain’t quick to change, Jo-Vaughn. You done a lot, but you can’t keep funding this for long. Don’t tell ya mama I said this, but stick to playing hero.

With that, she grabbed a napkin, cleaned off her mouth and lifted herself up and out of the booth. "Well, thank you for treatin' me this morning, Tokunbo."

Joey cocked his head to the side, his lip curling slightly at the use of his african name. "Oh, where you goin?"

"Oh, me and the girls gonna get the nails done. Nina can't have all the fun. Go do something." she said, waving him off as she showed herself out.

Joey watched her leave, a frown dancing accoss his face. ...playing hero. Well, here he was again, alone with a whole day ahead of him and with plans that didn’t require his attention till later. After a pause, he simply shrugged and dug back into his meal. Shit would come up.

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JONES

_{Location: January 1st, 5:07 AM.
Madison Square Guardian, New York City.}

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“Are you kidding me?”

Spittle flew from the tomato-faced manager as he fumed into Jermaine’s broad chest. Yet his bleating only earn him an opaque silence that only seemed to feed his into growing tantrum.

“I’m her fucking Tour Manager! Let me through the damn door!”

A thin paper blunt hung from Jermaine’s bottom lip, a small trail of smoke escaping from the corner of his mouth danced its way to the ceiling above him. Slowly he took it from his mouth and blew a puff into the mans’ face for spites sake.

”Does it look like a give a fuck? I’m genuinely wondering, does it look like I give a fuck?” he sighed.

Before he could continue the green-room door opened, revealing the casual form of Karen. “It’s okay, Jones, you can let him through.”

Returning the blunt to his lips Jermaine graciously stepped aside and almost mockingly bowed and gestured him forward. He had no beef with the man, but damn if he didn’t enjoy the entertainment he provided in between the dull moments of this job.

As the door closed behind him he blew another puff and took out his phone, he’d gotten a message earlier. It was from an old friend off the block. A third baby? A baby shower invite?! Jermaine didn’t bother to stifle his sigh as he dialed the number and put the phone to his ear. In moments, the line went through.

“Yoooo, JJ what’s good?!” a gruff voice answered.

”Ey nothing much, Keem. Heard bout the baby, just wanted to congratulate you.”

A chuckle. ”Oh man I appreciate it, you been a real one since day one I just thought I’d let you know we’d be having a baby shower. You know, barbecue, music, dancing, em gifts. I know you out here making that KAREN MONNNNEY!”

This time Jermaine stifled a sigh and smoothly imitated a his laugh. ”Ey you know it’s ight, just a lil something something. I can’t say imma be able to make it, but I’ll see if I can get y’all something small.”

A moment of silence. ”...something small? Fam you is rich come on now. Get the baby, ion know, a crib, maybe a car, something man.”

”The fuck a baby finna do wit a whole ass car?”

“DRIVE THAT SHIT FUCK ELSE?!”

”FUCK YOU ME-“ he paused a moment to breathe. ”Bitch you got me mixed up. I feel like if you on yo third baby bitch you don’t deserve a baby shower anyway! I ain’t gon be showering you wit gifts just cause you like to fuck. Shit there’s a lot of people that like to fuck, I ain’t never bought em a gift. Fuck outta here.”

Inside the faint sounds of a budding argument could be heard, but it wasn’t shit to interfere with. There was no hostile intent being thrown around, so he could rest easy. Ol’ tour manager was off the shits anyway, he was probably heated about her being slow to dress or something like that. It really wasn’t any of his business.

“See bruh bruh, money dun changed you.” Keem retorted but Jermaine had long since disconnected, finally having enough of the bullshit, and observing that Karen’s tour manager had finally left in a huff. Karen followed not too long after.

“It looks like it’s showtime.” she intoned, seemingly prepared for her preformance.

Jermaine’s eyes took in her visage beneath his sunglasses, but only for a moment. Tiny denim shorts, shoulderless top and stilettos. She was bad, but fooling around with the client was a sure way to fuck up the money, not to mention she was still Disney Star age despite her build.

”Damn sure looks like it, ma.” he chortled as he took point and led the way. ”You ready?”

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Jermaine “Jones” Morrison

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Personalia

_{Information collected by the civilian questioning}

”If you ain't got no money, this is about to be a real short conversation, you dig?”

| B I R T H N A M E: |

Jermaine Morrison

| A L I A S: |

[Grandmaster] Jones

| S E X: |

Male

| A G E: |

Thirty-One

| R A C E: |

Human

| D O B: |

June 14, 1990

| O R I G I N: |

Brooklyn

| L O C A T I O N: |

New York City

| O C C U P A T I ON: |

Bodyguard

| A p p e a r a n c e : |

Being a man of 6 feet and 4 inches can put many men off guard, and having an agile muscular build would only lend to the daunting visage. Yet despite all this Jones is not one for the flashy attire of modern day heroes and villains. In his eyes, clothing isn't a mesh of garments for casual or formal wear, its a uniform, and like all uniforms, his is tailor-made to represent his occupation, a high-profile bodyguard. As is such, he is required to dress well or intimidatingly at all times. Thus Jones is usually seen in a white button-up casually undone to show is chained chest, slim-fit blue jeans and brand snow-white loafers. Often times this is accessorized with a brown blazer and gold watches and rings. Other times he may be sporting his white Gi, striped black on the sides from neck to feet, casually undone, with black belt prominent, gold-framed sunglasses and sneakers on.

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Psychology & History

_{From detailed eye-witness reports and visitations}

”Straight out the rat-hole and into tho dojo, baby I’m international.”

| H I S T O R Y: |

Born a hustler, Jermaine was out on the streets of Brooklyn making money the only way a 7th grader or "shorty" could on his block, running with a gang. During the early 2000's he ran with his gang of delinquents, home invading, committing petty larceny and engaging regular assaults on rival neighborhood gangs. Despite coming from a fairly sound home regardless of his father's frequent jailing, the gang provided what school and his family could not: camaraderie and money; the latter of which his family lacked plenty of. Being the youngest of a family of three it fell on Jermaine, the man of the house, to provide some sort of financial support. This no doubt was a course of action encouraged by his father and discouraged by his mother, and only more vehemently with the onset of metahumans rocking the nation.

Jermaine's gang operation eventually came to an end when an especially brutal assault landed him a two-month long stint in Rikers Island. A stay which made living in the projects seem like a wet dream. It was this experience that only added fuel to Jermaine's ambition for material wealth. Upon being released he joined up with his old gang who began running operation low-level drug operations for the Gorilla Stone Bloods, usually acting as dealers within Gorilla territory.

By the time Jermaine reached his senior year of high school the metahuman population had exploded, and the Gorilla's where quick to induct a number of willing superhumans into the family. With said additions, the gang had no issues riding south Brooklyn of rival gangs and being the dominant drug traffickers of the entire region.

While Jermaine had risen the ranks from peddling marijuana to cooking cocaine the money still fell short of satisfying him. With no other dream or ambition than to live life like a movie star, he persisted. Around him, society began to destabilize with the Registration Act wreaking havoc in the streets. Then came the first of the demonic incursions, within just two months completely devouring the western half of the United States. While the Seven Wonders of the World moved in to defend the world Jermaine found himself placidly apathetic to the plight. He and none of his own perished, therefore Jermaine only had one job to do, keep on hustling. The drug market exploded, the civil war and demonic invasion throwing many deep into the well of addiction in order to cope, and Jermaine was only happy to take their money.

By 2011 the Gorilla Stone Bloods became the Gorilla Stone Family as it began swallowing rival gangs into its ranks and inducting humans and non-humans to supplement its numbers. By the end of the year, the GS Family was one of the wealthiest gangs in Brooklyn, offering protection, drugs, sex trafficking, and various other good and services to those within its sphere of influence. Jermaine at the time had done no better from himself, only garnering a small number of workers to supplement his GS Family sanctioned cocaine operation. It wasn't until a drug deal went wrong did life change for him.

Jermaine and his crew along with a contingent of GS dispatched men and an oddly gi-clad fellow had been sent to make a trade in the Tillary Hotel. Before the door to the room could be open, gunfire erupted. In mere moments almost all of the GS members had been massacred but were it not for the gi-clad man who seemed to ignore gunfire and move with the speed of a metahuman, Jermaine would have died that night, body full of lead. Fascination led him to ask of the man who he was, to which he explained that his name was simply Mr. William, personal bodyguard to the upper echelon of the GS Family, and for saving his life he was indebted to him. Jermaine would work or his personal assistant or die here, no one would be able to tell him apart from the rest of the dead bodies. Fervor took Jermaine now, a damn good opportunity to get in good with the upper echelon and possible eat bullets? Best believe he'd repay.

As was such, Mr. William took Jermaine on, passing down lesson after lesson, having him work with master after master until nearly 9 years later, the title of grandmaster graced his head. In payment Jermaine was to take Mr. Williams place as GS bodyguard when his end came, until then, he was to work. Jermaine now "Jones" quickly made a name for himself working as a bodyguard for high-profile bosses and celebrities, leaving those who crossed them or even attempted to touch them maimed or dead. It was clear James wasn't Grandmaster only in tittle but in talent, as he had surpassed his mentor in skill, and soon enough, wealth.

| P E R S O N A L I A: |

Secretive and reserved, everything you expect from a man like Jones. Socially, Jones is closed off; he hasn't opened up to anyone since he was a child. Even to comrades, he is a stranger shrouded in an air of mystery. He speaks only in brief, biting messages and is evasive of any prying questions. He generally displays the comportment expected of a teenager: arrogant, defensive, and critical of anything he is discordant with. Nevertheless, penetrate his gruff work exterior and you will find him affable, something that is usually achieved with a little alcohol and some women.

Ironically, Jones is no saint or upstanding citizen. At best, his integrity can be described as: slipshod, manipulative, and deceitful. He has been shown to give his reliability to only one person and that is to the highest bidder.

Jones isn't easily distracted from a task. Focused and controlled; he would never allow his impulses and desire cloud his judgment. Albeit he is bold and intrepid, which is often construed as reckless behavior, every action taken is deliberate and calculated. Once he sets his sights on something, he is steadfast on getting it. He is adaptable; able to think on his feet and make the tough decisions when required. But, he’s also stubborn and will not be shaken from a path once descended. It’s this ego-driven attitude that makes him intractable. He uses a strategic method of thinking which eliminates any falsities and uncertainty, thus any conclusion derived has to be correct.

Overall, Jones is a distant person that prefers to walk alone, for he believes that you are the only one to be completely trusted. He has a sharp tongue, is sarcastic to the core, and appears often arrogant in his behavior. There is no doubt that he is very self-confident and strongly believes his own ability, though he is mostly driven by material wealth. This is partially the reason for his cold attitude that doesn’t allow anyone too close. However, if one might take the time to get to know him and prove that they are worth his time, he will reveal himself as an intelligent person with a silver-tongue. He may also show that he can be a very loyal, protective companion, though only few will ever be able to gain his friendship like that. In the end, Jones is nothing but a bitter person with a thin line of silver somewhere deep inside, a lining that has caused him to act selflessly once or twice before.

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Combat Reports

_{From detailed reports and completed files}

"Man, some of y’all come from straight out of a comic strip."

| S K I L L S : |

• Grandmaster Level Martial Artist (Karate, Kung Fu)
• Master Swordsman
• Honed Mental Strength
• Excellent Endurance
• Excellent Agility

| P O W E R S : |

• Chi: Having trained under master monks in his youth, Jones has achieved great control of his meridians, garnering knowledge on Chi flow and its far reaching uses. As is such, he is capable of augmenting his body, thickening his skin, strengthening his strikes, bolstering his speed and agility, and even boosting healing to a certain extent. Such knowledge has also garnered him the ability to close the meridians of others, causing them chronic pain from the clog that can even become crippling with time. Aside from its physical uses it also has its mental and spiritual. With a clear mind Jones' senses are boosted twofold and his psyce is protected from low to mid level telepaths or mind manipulators. Meditation is warranted in the case of master level manipulators. Despite the Chi's versatility, overuse can prove fatal, forcing Jones to only utilize this power in short controlled bursts, lest risk overexertion or worse death.

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• Pain, Passion & Demon Slayin': With the onset of magic and it's swift introduction into the black market, access to supernatural goods and services abound to those with the right connections. Jones is one such man, with ties to great families he has garnered unrestricted access to the depths of the black market. Using this connection he had his his old katana enchanted with various wards and enhancements: making it harder, capable of blocking low to mid level magic, and even glowing when demon-kind has been sensed within the vicinity.

• Stankonia: A pair of nunchucks enchanted with the element of lightning, allowing Jones to stun and shock enemies when hit and send arc of the stuff when wielding. It is also capable of overloading certain systems and technology that lack surge protection, although the beating from the blunt object is likely to do the intended job anyway.

• Shuriken: A number of concealed throw-able stars that have no enhanced properties to speak of.

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Additional Information

_{Gathering, still incomplete}

"It's Grandmaster, baby."

| N E M E S I S : |

N/A

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| T E A M : |

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Themes

• Curtis Mayfield - Pusherman
• Flying Lotus - More
• Nujabes - Kujaku

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Jo’Vaughn 'GoldLink' Livingston

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Personalia

_{Information collected by the civilian questioning}

”Shoes the only way to my heart.”

| B I R T H N A M E: |

Jo’Vaughn Livingston

| A L I A S: |

GoldLink

| S E X: |

Male

| A G E: |

Twenty-Four

| R A C E: |

Metahuman

| D O B: |

August 14, 1997

| O R I G I N: |

Ibadan, Nigeria

| L O C A T I O N: |

New York City

| O C C U P A T I ON: |

Youth Basketball Coach

| A P P E A R A N C E : |

Amongst common people, Jo’Vaughn is an abomination. His abnormal growth and muscle mass has corrupted the standard long, slender frame of most people into a hulking giant of 6'7" ft with an astonishing weight of 230 lbs exactly. His monstrous body is wrapped in soft, earthy toned skin, like brown autumn leaves during fall. Often, stray, rampaging lochs reaching the small of his back will seek to interrupt the world seen through Jo’Vaughn deep brown eyes, which discern that he has seen much more than his youthful features let on. This fact is reassured after hearing his voice that is filled with the certainty of knowingness from experiences passed. His attire usually remains quite consistent his his hero uniforms, usually consistenting of diffrent colored tracksuits and brand shoes and joggers and bodies, while his hero uniform is a consistent golden tracksuit.

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Psychology & History

_{From detailed eye-witness reports and visitations}

| H I S T O R Y: |

Jo’Vaughn was raised in the depths of Harlem, New York where his childhood was fairly uneventful, but is what he what he considers the best years of his life. Most of it was spent running around streets of his neighborhood with the other kids playing all kinds of games, but usually basketball deep into the night. Despite his mothers warnings to come home earlier and earlier, Jo’Vaughn played on, often coming home to punishments, at least until he turned 13 at which point his mother no longer saw it fit to give the rebellious youth a curfew, he would break it anyway.

Living on the streets, Jo’Vaughn was exposed to all manner of things from drugs to petty crime, but this was done one or twice and never done again. In the neighborhood that he resided in, living without a mother or father was a normality, even a badge of honor that many of its resident children wore. Jo’Vaughn was the same, often boasting that he didn't even know his name, but on the inside, the crushing loneliness was always there, constantly gnawing on the edges of his consciousness.

Despite the ripples that went on underneath, Jo’Vaughn‘s life went on as normal. Things only began to change when his grandmother began to live with them when he turned 14. This development changed his life, no longer was he allowed to play outside as often under his grandmothers watch. He was the man of the house of that meant sitting down and getting serious about something. Within days Jo’Vaughn was enrolled in the local youth league, and took to mastering the only thing that he enjoyed doing, playing basketball.

As the world seemed to crumble around him Jo’Vaughn found himself coping with sports. It was this focus on athleticism that earned him a scholarship out of high-school and into college. Quickly he became a star, those who still watched on gawked as the young prodigy took the college circuit by storm. After only spending one year in uni, he was drafted into the new NBA, based only on the east coast, a first round pick.

By age 20, Jo’Vaughn was a star, nearly taking his team to the second round of the playoffs in his first season and just losing out in the MVP race by a margin. The following season started off better then the last and Livingston was on his way to an MVP, but a devastating injury sent him reeling. The slender 6-foot-7 point guard came down awkwardly after a missed layup attempt and snapped his twig of a leg in half. The arena gasped as Livingston yelled in agony and writhed on the floor. Suddenly, a promising career was in jeopardy before it got going. Along with a dislocated left knee cap and broken left leg, Livingston tore his anterior cruciate ligament, posterior cruciate ligament and lateral meniscus.

Jo’Vaughn spent nearly a year in rehabilitation, the world quickly forgetting about the prodigy whose face had been everywhere just 365 days prior. Yet it was during this time that Jo’Vaughn would discover his talent in another field. The trauma experienced during his injury ignited the stubbornly latent metagene within his body, gifting him the ablity to teleport. With his NBA career more then likely over, Jo’Vaughn poured his time and energy into mastering this power of his, craving the love and accolades of fame, and running away from his own fears of a life of forgotten silence.

By age 22, Livingston dawned his old jersey and joined the meta-humans on the streets as a new man, as "GoldLink", named after the gold mist that seemed to signal his jump. The public was quick to catch onto his debut and the former basketball star now netahuman entered the hero scene. For a time he was endorsed by the NBA, as their poster boy and mascot. After a years Jo’Vaughn become a premier metahuman, far lower ranked then the Justice League, but famous in his own right, the metahuman feeling safe in the light of adoration.

| P E R S O N A L I A: |

Jo’Vaughn is a strong-willed, lighthearted, cheerful young man who yearns for adventure and to experience everything that life has to offer. To most, he is a revered, loyal friend whose beaming personality lightens their day and whose achievements spur them on in their own lives. To others, he is a naive, headstrong troublemaker who shirks the responsibilities of a 'hero'. Both viewpoints are equally valid.

The young man is somewhat mischievous. His trademark oft-present grin and lust for exploring often land him in trouble with conservative, authoritarian figures such as police or rather stalwart heroic figures. He is rather notorious for trespassing just about anywhere, a remnant of his childhood wanderlust and nomadic blood. Thankfully, Jo’Vaughn is a genuinely well-meaning person, and his lack of borders rarely causes actual harm to the places he wanders into. He respects people's property far more than it seems; he just believes that anything worth hiding is something worth seeing.

Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. He is particularly observant, taking into consideration even the smallest details of his surroundings in order to better understand and deal with challenges and is not above using cheap tricks or questionable tactics to ensure his own survival. Being singularly ambitious, Jo’Vaughn also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own ultimate goal. He has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.

Jo’Vaughn is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them.

On missions and in battle, Jo’Vaughn exposes a more contained face of his personality. He can be professional when called for, make use of his various abilities when ordered to, and he respects his own training and a chain of command. He keeps up a witty banter with his adversaries so long as he sees them in a human light. Those who kill innocents, take hostages, or injure his friends are placed on a different level, approached and dealt with in a much more serious manner. They are often ripped to shreds beneath his heavy onslaught, sometimes literally. And that brings to light Jo’Vaughn willingness to kill if the situation calls for it. Despite his lightheartedness, he is a hero with a serious responsibility towards what is left of society. That love for all that he holds dear manifests in a military attitude towards the loss of life. Although he may err towards capture if given the choice, he has no qualms about ending the lives of those who would harm innocents.

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Combat Reports

_{From detailed reports and completed files}

| S K I L L S : |

• Average Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Good Armed Combat
• Adept Freerunner
• Great Agility
• Keen Observer/Detective

| P O W E R S : |

• Velocity-based Teleportation: Jo’Vaughn can teleport to a location within his line-of-sight, using speed to increase distance. In simplest terms, the faster he is moving, the farther he can teleport. Velocity is calibrated to the velocity of the nearest large gravity source, in most cases Earth, so using the rotation or motion of the planet to teleport from a standstill is an impossible feat for GoldLink. Teleportation naturally consumes some of his personal momentum, so he won't be moving as fast after teleportation, and can even turn down the efficiency to land at a standstill. This allows Jo’Vaughn to be able to face a different direction at the end of the teleport, and the direction of his remaining velocity will change as a result.
  
  The most interesting application of this power is teleporting into the sky. A dead sprint, or catching a ride on a vehicle, could grant enough velocity to teleport into the air. Once in the air, Jo’Vaughn has a good vantage point and can build up enough velocity for a long distance teleport by just falling. Hypothetically, this could be repeated several times to gain attitude or travel longer distances.

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Additional Information

_{Gathering, still incomplete}

| N E M E S I S : |

N/A

| A L I E S: |

N/A

| T E A M : |

N/A

| O T H E R : |

Themes

• Kendrick Lamar - Fuck Your Ethnicity
• Joey Purp - Bag Talk
• Joey Bada$$ - Christ Conscious

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Jermaine “Jones” Morrison

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Personalia

_{Information collected by the civilian questioning}

”If you ain't got no money, this is about to be a real short conversation, you dig?”

| B I R T H N A M E: |

Jermaine Morrison

| A L I A S: |

[Grandmaster] Jones

| S E X: |

Male

| A G E: |

Thirty-One

| R A C E: |

Human

| D O B: |

June 14, 1990

| O R I G I N: |

Brooklyn

| L O C A T I O N: |

New York City

| O C C U P A T I ON: |

Bodyguard

| A p p e a r a n c e : |

Being a man of 6 feet and 4 inches can put many men off guard, and having an agile muscular build would only lend to the daunting visage. Yet despite all this Jones is not one for the flashy attire of modern day heroes and villains. In his eyes, clothing isn't a mesh of garments for casual or formal wear, its a uniform, and like all uniforms, his is tailor-made to represent his occupation, a high-profile bodyguard. As is such, he is required to dress well or intimidatingly at all times. Thus Jones is usually seen in a white button-up casually undone to show is chained chest, slim-fit blue jeans and brand snow-white loafers. Often times this is accessorized with a brown blazer and gold watches and rings. Other times he may be sporting his white Gi, striped black on the sides from neck to feet, casually undone, with black belt prominent, gold-framed sunglasses and sneakers on.

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Psychology & History

_{From detailed eye-witness reports and visitations}

”Straight out the rat-hole and into tho dojo, baby I’m international.”

| H I S T O R Y: |

Born a hustler, Jermaine was out on the streets of Brooklyn making money the only way a 7th grader or "shorty" could on his block, running with a gang. During the early 2000's he ran with his gang of delinquents, home invading, committing petty larceny and engaging regular assaults on rival neighborhood gangs. Despite coming from a fairly sound home regardless of his father's frequent jailing, the gang provided what school and his family could not: camaraderie and money; the latter of which his family lacked plenty of. Being the youngest of a family of three it fell on Jermaine, the man of the house, to provide some sort of financial support. This no doubt was a course of action encouraged by his father and discouraged by his mother, and only more vehemently with the onset of metahumans rocking the nation.

Jermaine's gang operation eventually came to an end when an especially brutal assault landed him a two-month long stint in Rikers Island. A stay which made living in the projects seem like a wet dream. It was this experience that only added fuel to Jermaine's ambition for material wealth. Upon being released he joined up with his old gang who began running operation low-level drug operations for the Gorilla Stone Bloods, usually acting as dealers within Gorilla territory.

By the time Jermaine reached his senior year of high school the metahuman population had exploded, and the Gorilla's where quick to induct a number of willing superhumans into the family. With said additions, the gang had no issues riding south Brooklyn of rival gangs and being the dominant drug traffickers of the entire region.

While Jermaine had risen the ranks from peddling marijuana to cooking cocaine the money still fell short of satisfying him. With no other dream or ambition than to live life like a movie star, he persisted. Around him, society began to destabilize with the Registration Act wreaking havoc in the streets. Then came the first of the demonic incursions, within just two months completely devouring the western half of the United States. While the Seven Wonders of the World moved in to defend the world Jermaine found himself placidly apathetic to the plight. He and none of his own perished, therefore Jermaine only had one job to do, keep on hustling. The drug market exploded, the civil war and demonic invasion throwing many deep into the well of addiction in order to cope, and Jermaine was only happy to take their money.

By 2011 the Gorilla Stone Bloods became the Gorilla Stone Family as it began swallowing rival gangs into its ranks and inducting humans and non-humans to supplement its numbers. By the end of the year, the GS Family was one of the wealthiest gangs in Brooklyn, offering protection, drugs, sex trafficking, and various other good and services to those within its sphere of influence. Jermaine at the time had done no better from himself, only garnering a small number of workers to supplement his GS Family sanctioned cocaine operation. It wasn't until a drug deal went wrong did life change for him.

Jermaine and his crew along with a contingent of GS dispatched men and an oddly gi-clad fellow had been sent to make a trade in the Tillary Hotel. Before the door to the room could be open, gunfire erupted. In mere moments almost all of the GS members had been massacred but were it not for the gi-clad man who seemed to ignore gunfire and move with the speed of a metahuman, Jermaine would have died that night, body full of lead. Fascination led him to ask of the man who he was, to which he explained that his name was simply Mr. William, personal bodyguard to the upper echelon of the GS Family, and for saving his life he was indebted to him. Jermaine would work or his personal assistant or die here, no one would be able to tell him apart from the rest of the dead bodies. Fervor took Jermaine now, a damn good opportunity to get in good with the upper echelon and possible eat bullets? Best believe he'd repay.

As was such, Mr. William took Jermaine on, passing down lesson after lesson, having him work with master after master until nearly 9 years later, the title of grandmaster graced his head. In payment Jermaine was to take Mr. Williams place as GS bodyguard when his end came, until then, he was to work. Jermaine now "Jones" quickly made a name for himself working as a bodyguard for high-profile bosses and celebrities, leaving those who crossed them or even attempted to touch them maimed or dead. It was clear James wasn't Grandmaster only in tittle but in talent, as he had surpassed his mentor in skill, and soon enough, wealth.

| P E R S O N A L I A: |

Secretive and reserved, everything you expect from a man like Jones. Socially, Jones is closed off; he hasn't opened up to anyone since he was a child. Even to comrades, he is a stranger shrouded in an air of mystery. He speaks only in brief, biting messages and is evasive of any prying questions. He generally displays the comportment expected of a teenager: arrogant, defensive, and critical of anything he is discordant with. Nevertheless, penetrate his gruff work exterior and you will find him affable, something that is usually achieved with a little alcohol and some women.

Ironically, Jones is no saint or upstanding citizen. At best, his integrity can be described as: slipshod, manipulative, and deceitful. He has been shown to give his reliability to only one person and that is to the highest bidder.

Jones isn't easily distracted from a task. Focused and controlled; he would never allow his impulses and desire cloud his judgment. Albeit he is bold and intrepid, which is often construed as reckless behavior, every action taken is deliberate and calculated. Once he sets his sights on something, he is steadfast on getting it. He is adaptable; able to think on his feet and make the tough decisions when required. But, he’s also stubborn and will not be shaken from a path once descended. It’s this ego-driven attitude that makes him intractable. He uses a strategic method of thinking which eliminates any falsities and uncertainty, thus any conclusion derived has to be correct.

Overall, Jones is a distant person that prefers to walk alone, for he believes that you are the only one to be completely trusted. He has a sharp tongue, is sarcastic to the core, and appears often arrogant in his behavior. There is no doubt that he is very self-confident and strongly believes his own ability, though he is mostly driven by material wealth. This is partially the reason for his cold attitude that doesn’t allow anyone too close. However, if one might take the time to get to know him and prove that they are worth his time, he will reveal himself as an intelligent person with a silver-tongue. He may also show that he can be a very loyal, protective companion, though only few will ever be able to gain his friendship like that. In the end, Jones is nothing but a bitter person with a thin line of silver somewhere deep inside, a lining that has caused him to act selflessly once or twice before.

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Combat Reports

_{From detailed reports and completed files}

"Man, some of y’all come from straight out of a comic strip."

| S K I L L S : |

• Grandmaster Level Martial Artist (Karate, Kung Fu)
• Master Swordsman
• Honed Mental Strength
• Excellent Endurance
• Excellent Agility

| P O W E R S : |

• Chi: Having trained under master monks in his youth, Jones has achieved great control of his meridians, garnering knowledge on Chi flow and its far reaching uses. As is such, he is capable of augmenting his body, thickening his skin, strengthening his strikes, bolstering his speed and agility, and even boosting healing to a certain extent. Such knowledge has also garnered him the ability to close the meridians of others, causing them chronic pain from the clog that can even become crippling with time. Aside from its physical uses it also has its mental and spiritual. With a clear mind Jones' senses are boosted twofold and his psyce is protected from low to mid level telepaths or mind manipulators. Meditation is warranted in the case of master level manipulators. Despite the Chi's versatility, overuse can prove fatal, forcing Jones to only utilize this power in short controlled bursts, lest risk overexertion or worse death.

| W E A P O N S : |

• Pain, Passion & Demon Slayin': With the onset of magic and it's swift introduction into the black market, access to supernatural goods and services abound to those with the right connections. Jones is one such man, with ties to great families he has garnered unrestricted access to the depths of the black market. Using this connection he had his his old katana enchanted with various wards and enhancements: making it harder, capable of blocking low to mid level magic, and even glowing when demon-kind has been sensed within the vicinity.

• Stankonia: A pair of nunchucks enchanted with the element of lightning, allowing Jones to stun and shock enemies when hit and send arc of the stuff when wielding. It is also capable of overloading certain systems and technology that lack surge protection, although the beating from the blunt object is likely to do the intended job anyway.

• Shuriken: A number of concealed throw-able stars that have no enhanced properties to speak of.

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Additional Information

_{Gathering, still incomplete}

"It's Grandmaster, baby."

| N E M E S I S : |

N/A

| A L I E S: |

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| T E A M : |

N/A

| O T H E R : |

Themes

• Curtis Mayfield - Pusherman
• Flying Lotus - More
• Nujabes - Kujaku

D'Anthony 'GoldLink' Dairo - WIP

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Personalia

_{Information collected by the civilian questioning}

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| B I R T H N A M E: |

D'Anthony Dairo

| A L I A S: |

GoldLink

| S E X: |

Male

| A G E: |

Twenty-Four

| R A C E: |

Metahuman

| D O B: |

August 14, 1997

| O R I G I N: |

Ibadan, Nigeria

| L O C A T I O N: |

New York City

| O C C U P A T I ON: |

Freelance Software Developer

| A P P E A R A N C E : |

Amongst common people, D'Anthony is an abomination. His abnormal growth and muscle mass has corrupted the standard long, slender frame of most people into a hulking giant of 6'3" ft -- 5'11" when in armor -- with an astonishing weight of 220 lbs exactly. His monstrous body is wrapped in soft, earthy toned skin, like brown autumn leaves during fall. Coincidentally, there is further similarity between Whisper and leaves present within the linear patterns in his skin and the veins in a leaf. These lines form intricate designs that cover his entire body, converging at a single point to form a strange symbol on the back of his neck. Though you would never know it, for the symbol is always obscured by dreaded locks of brown hair, which fall just passed his shoulder blades. His face has long since been a victim plagued by these obstructions. Often, stray, rampaging lochs will seek to interrupt the world seen through D'Anthony's deep brown eyes, which discern that he has seen much more than his youthful features let on. This fact is reassured after hearing his voice that is filled with the certainty of knowingness from experiences passed.

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Psychology & History

_{From detailed eye-witness reports and visitations}

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| H I S T O R Y: |

| P E R S O N A L I A: |

D'Anthony is a strong-willed, lighthearted, cheerful young man who yearns for adventure and to experience everything that life has to offer. To most, he is a revered, loyal friend whose beaming personality lightens their day and whose achievements spur them on in their own lives. To others, he is a naive, headstrong troublemaker who shirks the responsibilities of a 'hero'. Both viewpoints are equally valid.

The young man is somewhat mischievous. His trademark oft-present grin and lust for exploring often land him in trouble with conservative, authoritarian figures such as police or rather stalwart heroic figures. He is rather notorious for trespassing just about anywhere, a remnant of his childhood wanderlust and nomadic blood. Thankfully, D'Anthony is a genuinely well-meaning person, and his lack of borders rarely causes actual harm to the places he wanders into. He respects people's property far more than it seems; he just believes that anything worth hiding is something worth seeing.

Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. He is particularly observant, taking into consideration even the smallest details of his surroundings in order to better understand and deal with challenges and is not above using cheap tricks or questionable tactics to ensure his own survival. Being singularly ambitious, D'Anthony also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own ultimate goal. He has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.

D'Anthony is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them.

On missions and in battle, D'Anthony exposes a more contained face of his personality. He can be professional when called for, make use of his various abilities when ordered to, and he respects his own training and a chain of command. He keeps up a witty banter with his adversaries so long as he sees them in a human light. Those who kill innocents, take hostages, or injure his friends are placed on a different level, approached and dealt with in a much more serious manner. They are often ripped to shreds beneath his heavy onslaught, sometimes literally. And that brings to light Arashi's willingness to kill if the situation calls for it. Despite his lightheartedness, he is a hero with a serious responsibility towards what is left of society. That love for all that he holds dear manifests in a military attitude towards the loss of life. Although he may err towards capture if given the choice, he has no qualms about ending the lives of those who would harm innocents.

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Combat Reports

_{From detailed reports and completed files}

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| S K I L L S : |

• Average Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Good Armed Combat
• Adept Freerunner
• Great Agility

| P O W E R S : |

• Velocity-based Teleportation: D'Anthony can teleport to a location within his line-of-sight, using speed to increase distance. In simplest terms, the faster he is moving, the farther he can teleport. Velocity is calibrated to the velocity of the nearest large gravity source, in most cases Earth, so using the rotation or motion of the planet to teleport from a standstill is an impossible feat for GoldLink. Teleportation naturally consumes some of his personal momentum, so he won't be moving as fast after teleportation, and can even turn down the efficiency to land at a standstill. This allows D’Anthony to be able to face a different direction at the end of the teleport, and the direction of his remaining velocity will change as a result.
  
  The most interesting application of this power is teleporting into the sky. A dead sprint, or catching a ride on a vehicle, could grant enough velocity to teleport into the air. Once in the air, D’Anthony has a good vantage point and can build up enough velocity for a long distance teleport by just falling. Hypothetically, this could be repeated several times to gain attitude or travel longer distances.

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Additional Information

_{Gathering, still incomplete}

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| N E M E S I S : |

N/A

| A L I E S: |

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| T E A M : |

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| O T H E R : |

Themes

• Kendrick Lamar - Fuck Your Ethnicity
• Kanye West - New Slaves
• Kanye West - Champion

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

We allowed to have multiple characters?

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

If everyone here dont mind me asking, where are you all planning to start at? I'm still having a bit of a hard time deciding on where to start at.

@Mr Nim

NYC baby.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

I wake up to all this goddamn activity. Lawd.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

@Blackstripe

Added a wack history to CS. Finished now.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

XD Alright alright, I'll disassociate you from this hard rejection I'm gonna hold soon.

@DC The Dragon

Damn bruh I was kidding didn’t have to evict me from the whole family. I thought we was related G. 😢

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

@Blackstripe, well, here goes nothin.

Don't Call it a Comeback...

Superhero Name: Anti-Battery, Formerly Mister BOMB-astic
Civilian Name: Virgil O. Hawkins
Original Home: Dakota City, Maryland
Current Residence: Harlem, New York City
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6’2
Weight: 200 lbs
Age: 21
Birth Date: January 28th
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Costumed Appearance

It only glows when powers are soon to be, or are already, in use.

Civilian Appearance(s)

Plain

Icon: 5-Point Star

Personality: Virgil is a good guy, to put it simply. He’s the type of guy that works hard, holds the door for people, and doesn’t try to be something that he isn’t. As such, he likes to joke around among his friends. He’s a thinker and it can a lot of times take him to far away places, so it can be hard to keep focused.

Virgil’s typically very calm, even when going through the motions, and it’d take something dramatic to faze him into an emotional frenzy. Virgil is very defensive about his mom and sensitive to those who don’t particularly treat their mothers well. When really fired up, he'll get testy and confrontational.

Virgil also struggled over the years with considering the perspectives of others. Granted, he has matured enough to empathize with some, but those who have radically different views than him are those who he is not likely to get along with.

When in costume, he isn't too different, though he is a little more calculated. He is still very much afraid of his own power, as he's still trying to understand it. He doesn't enemies see this side of him of course, though he really tries to refrain from using more than he needs to. However when push comes to shove, he'll do everything he can to save those he cares about, and sometimes even those he doesn't like.

Skills:

| Overall Gifted Intelligence
|| Adept Parkourist
||| Experienced Fighter
|\/ Talented Musical Artist
\/ A Detective-Like Observation

Powers: Bang Baby - Virgil's physiology was altered by a mutant-genetic explosion which caused him to adapt unusual powers. Virgil's body itself can generate raw antimatter energy, which he has learned to manipulate, control and enhance.

Antimatter Manipulation

Limitations

| Virgil can’t actually fly.

|| Any critical miscalculation of his abilities could lead to planetary destruction.

||| He can possess super strength, but he has to use antimatter to amp only certain points at once, such as his arms.

|\/ His antimatter constructs can be shattered by people who have mid-high tier super strength.

\/ His anti-field can only be bypassed by top class superior strength, electricity, and magic that is specifically tailored to his antimatter physiology.

\/| Electricity is his main weakness. The atomic interactions between his antimatter and the electricity cancel each other out. What is more, if it touches his anti-field, it can severely damage him internally. Enough exposure to it can kill Virgil, and in turn, release the antimatter in his body, resulting in an explosion that will wipe out anything in radius at an atomic level.

\/|| He is completely succeptable to mental attack.

\/||| He still requires food, rest, and a sufficient amount of gasses to sustain himself. Any lack of these or too much damage too soon could send him into a catatonic state in his body's attempt to heal itself. This process can take at least several days to recover from, and also leaves him vulnerable to attack.

Limited Electromagnetism: Anti-Battery can sense sources of electromagnetic energy or Antimatter. He can magnetize and demagnetize metals.

Black Lightning - Virgil learned from Raiju Black, that he inadvertently radiates black lightning (mystical dark electricity), which ignores the limitations and weaknesses of normal electricity due to the combination of his antimatter/matter physiology. Due to the power and very risky nature of its use, he is strictly against using it in fear of unknown levels of mass destruction. If his power is over exerted without time to rebuild it's natural output, his reserves spill out as the lightning. Most can't even actually see it, but can identify it as having an ear-splitting shriek opposed to lightning’s thunderous roar.

Superspeed - Through the active positron activity, Virgil is capable of lightning-speed reflexes and reactions in short bursts, as well as running at near sound-barrier speeds.

Anti-Field - As an involuntary defense mechanism, his body generates an electromagnetic barrier around his physical body that encases his antimatter properties, as well as presents the illusion of invulnerability.

Accelerated Healing - His body naturally generates Antimatter by reversing and absorbing the polarity of atoms in the air he breathes. In turn, if he does get severely injured, so long as he’s in one piece, he’ll return to normal in time. He can heal himself voluntarily, but doing so requires him to actively absorb matter, overheat his powers, which could lead to more harm than good.

Biography

Virgil Ovid Hawkins was born to Jean and Robert Hawkins in Dakota City, named after his Grandfather. Though their living situation was a little less than ideal, they still managed to get by fairly well off. That is, until that fateful day. He was nine years old that day. It rough in Paris Island. Gang violence ran about as rampant as toddlers in a daycare center. A riot had happened in the streets that day. There were many victims. Cops had to break it up. His mother was a medic. Not a doctor, but she worked with the ER and Nurses. She said that she was bring a surprise home for Virgil that day...

He didn't expect for the surprise to be her corpse. She was hit by a stray bullet amidst the shooting between Police and Gang Members. She had died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital as she simply lost too much blood by then.

It hit their family of, now three, pretty hard. So much pain circulated when Virgil's little sister Sharon, only three at the time, called for Mama, but there was no answer for her. Their dad thought about the things that would cause something like this. So, to make an impact in their own way for kids like them, Robert founded the Freeman Community Center.

The operation was a success, and the next thing they knew, Virgil's family moved out of their old home in Paris Island and instead moved to the middle class area of Dakota, named Sadler. There wasn't as much violence there in comparison. It was calm enough, Virgil went to school and did his best to help his father out with the community center. It was there that he met his best friend, Richter Stone.

Things for Hawkins seemed to look up there. He worked hard in school, via encouragement from his father, and was known to be an honor roll student. Though, that wasn't to say that the problems of his life were over. During his freshman year of high school, Virgil was met with the presence his older cousin, Wilson Morrison. Wil and Virgil never got along as kids, and that carried on into highschool. The difference was, that this time, Wil was much bigger and stronger than he was.

Thus, Virgil was frequently the victim of threats and beatings by Wilson and his gang until a classmate intervened. However, this intervention came with a price: Virgil was to join his gang because of his brainpower under a street dude guise. While Virgil never gave any official answer, the offer didn't imply an alternative was given.

As a result, Virgil became involved in the gang wars of Dakota. The gang wars escalated, culminating in a showdown at the Dakota docks. Though Virgil was no imposing figure, his presence was necessary at the event.

Even after being given a gun and a chance, Virgil refused to kill his cousin Wil. It didn’t matter if he was bullied by him all his life, the way Virgil saw it, they were still family. Blood was thicker than the water he tossed the gun into, and Virgil fled from the scene.

As fists flew in numerous directions, police lights shone overhead. While the gang boys fled in various directions, stray shots collided with strange canisters of Quantum Vapor in the area, which detonated and enveloped the area. Virgil survived, seemingly unscathed, a claim few others at the event could make. Apparently, as he woke, he learned that it was Wilson that saved him from what he assumed was certain death.

Several days passed and Virgil learned that he wasn't as unscathed by the event as he thought. e may have appeared fine, but Virgil's body had undergone a massive change. The gas from the "Big Bang", as people now called it, had charged Virgil's body with electricity. Virgil then too learned that he could control this electrical power that he now had. After this discovery, he began to hone his powers by playing with them; learning new things with his other close friend, Frieda Goren. Though, the way she found out was more so of an accidental use of his powers.

Frieda recognized the seriousness of Virgil gaining these abilities and agreed that he needed to be careful in how he used them. With his best friend's help and advise, the two agreed Virgil had to use his powers to protect people but secretly to keep their families safe from the dangers that a superhero could face. Just like Greased Lightning and the local legend, August Freeman, before him.

In which case, they created a costumed persona, and he committed to heroic acts in his home city. The costumed kid made headlines, and when rumors spread around about him being a result of the Big Bang, the boy had been christened Mister Bombastic. Naturally, the name stuck.

While that was all well and good, they came to find out that Virgil wasn't the only Mutant Baby from the Big Bang. It later turned out that, of all people, Wilson got powers too, and became the villainous Hotstreak. From there, all sorts of villains showed up and Mister Bombastic was tasked with the challenge of having to thwart them for the people of Dakota. There were some times that he even had to team up with other heroes to keep their villains in check.

However, the life of a teenage superhero wasn't easy. Sleep, school, the Community Center, girls, comics, and a little sister that wouldn't shut up, on top of the hero thing was a lot of work. Sometimes that worked out good, like when Dad said that he seemed more responsible as a person, or the ladies wanting to meet Mr. Bombastic. Other times, not so much, like the one time he bombed an algebra test that he normally would've aced if he hadn't fell asleep on the test day.

Overall, Virgil's high school life in Dakota was exciting and daring. Though, time moved on, and after Virgil's senior year, he found that it was time to grow up and get a job. Hero work, while fun, wasn't free but it didn't pay either. Plus, some close calls with his family and...the incident, convinced Virgil that it might have been time to let go of the Mr. B persona.

Two years ago, it was clear that the city missed its hero but Virgil was convinced that maybe this was for the best to give normal life a try. Not to say he completely left them hanging but only worked in secrecy and in the most dire situations.

His father originally wanted him to go to a Community College to stay close to home but...with the stagnant nature of things between Virgil and his father's new girlfriend, Virgil decided to take an opportunity to go to a college out in New York City.

It was funded by S.T.A.R. Labs, and with his Aunt Kim moving back there too, his father was all for it. With Rick in tow, Virgil moved out of Maryland to the Big Apple.

More recently, it seemed that criminal activity was on an uprise aside from the monsters. There were already some other super-powered imdividuals that were present. Virgil, though keeping watch, largely turned a blind eye to it all.

Rick seemed to take notice of the odd lostness that Virgil seemed to have, and suggested that he try to rekindle an old flame. Knowing what he hinted at, Virgil denied, even after seeing the suit that Rick built to try to aid him in controlling his power.

Virgil didn't even entertain the thought. He said he wouldn't after the incident...Still...there's always that tugging feeling of responsibility. That he should do something should the situation call for it.

Nemeses: Hotstreak

Others - TBD
Allies:

Raiju Black - A retired superhero Virgil met in his time living in New York that possessed lightning-based powers.

Richter ‘Ricky’ Stone - Best friend.

Frieda Goren - Best girl--female friend.

Others - TBD

| Relatives |

Robert ‘Bobby’ Hawkins - Father

Jean Messiah Hawkins - Mother - Deceased

Sharon ‘Cherry’ Shaniqua Hawkins - Younger Sister

Kimberly Morrison - His Maternal Aunt

Wilson ‘Wil’ Morrison-Powell - His Older Cousin - Deceased

Jermaine ‘Jones’ Morrison - Maternal Uncle

@DC The Dragon