Note: This sheet may contain triggers relevant to stalker situations. You have been warned.
This character does not appear in the RP for some time but I'm uploading her now since she's been accepted, and while I continue work on the Villain Team Last Minute. If you're interested in the team, feel free to contact me.
Zugzwang
Name: Hanna Petrinko Alias: Zugzwang Age: 26 Alignment: Villain Loyalty: Last Minute (Leader) Appearance: Zugzwang is a cute, innocent, beautiful woman standing at a tall 5'10" with red hair flowing to just below her shoulder blades.
But who cares about anything besides that, right?
She's athletic in appearance, weighing 175 pounds, muscles locked beneath the pale skin. It's obvious she's fit, even if she's got curves, and there's something about her that's just magnetic. (Must be that tight ass ayyyy)
Generally she's wearing comfortable clothes, pulling off a kind of punk rocker look. Ripped jeans, ripped shirt with a random band logo on it, and runner’s shoes.
And then there's her costume....
Oh wait, she doesn't use one. Because there is only Zugzwang.
History:
"What did you doooo?" Hanna wailed in response to her mother's words.
“I saved you, my love. I saved you from what that horrible man was going to do.”
“But -”
“No, little one. No buts. We're moving tonight, take only what matters most to you.”
“Yes, mama.”
Hanna's childhood had been odd, to say the least, with her father's obsession with her and her mother. Needless to say, all this greatly warped her perception of what was normal.
At first she didn't understand her father, until the day she saw her. A woman, her age, who was the most mesmerizing creature she had ever seen.
She needed to be with her.
From that day on she slowly but surely dropped out of school, abandoned her friends, left her job, and gave up everything to watch this woman. Clara. One day Clara would notice her and then everything would fall together like dominos. Over a year her life faded away as she devoted more and more effort to following and watching Clara.
And then came the fateful day. Clara finally talked to her.
And destroyed everything.
Hanna had tried to show her that she cared. That she knew her better than anyone else. That she loved her.
And Clara was disgusted. She was angry, telling Hanna she was insane! And then... She was gone. Gone gone gone! No no no no no, where did she go?
Hanna triggered that day, her everything hated her and was gone.
Hanna wandered for a while after gaining her powers, tinkering feverishly in hopes of somehow, someway, finding Clara again. But it was for naught. Finally she gave up and surrendered to the tinkering as her obsession.
Over time she came to realize that the world was broken, and she could help fix it.
”Y'know what, you're right. I'm going to take when I want and be what I want. And everyone will get what they deserve.” She said to herself one night as she looked into the mirror. Surrounded by destroyed tech from the local dump a new plan formed.
She would fix this world. And then someone would love her.
From there she set out, investigating, forming a group. And setting her eyes on Denver, Colorado… Where several interesting people existed...and one bad, bad asshole that needed killed.
Personality
Motivations: To be recognized, feared, and known across the globe. Sexuality: Pansexual Likes:
Being recognized, obeyed, and feared
Causing panic
Playing with people
Sexy people
A challenge
Causing pain
Dislikes:
Heroes
Weakness
Sports
Love
Shitty chairs
Derangement: Overly hostile to anyone not "proven" to her.
Parahumanism
Skills:
Skilled manipulator / tactical thinking
Skilled with hand-held weapons like knives
Great organiser / administrator
Strong focus / multi-tasking
Athletic
Sharpshooting accuracy
Dextrous, fast, and precise movements
Classification: Tinker sub Master | Blaster
Details: Hanna has a focus on her bow, building tech that compliments and enhances it's capabilities, with a focus on tracking and honing in. To reflect this her bow is outfitted with an AI that reads through her sensory and aiming tech, capable of making minute adjustments by itself to a shot in order to make it accurate.
Limitations: Hanna cannot, unlike most other tinkers, branch out from her field. Everything she builds has to be able to be used with her bow somehow, whether that be arrows or tracking / guidance technology.
Beyond that her build time is relatively slow compared to many others, often cannibalizing her own tech in order to make new things and upgrade what she has already.
Equipment: Zugzwang normally only carries a combat knife on her, needing no materials often enough that her tech, listed below, can't provide.
Tinkertech Bow
Redirecting arrows. Arrows that can, through the AI in her bow, turn and alter their trajectories mid flight
Tinkertech visor. Connected directly into the AI in her bow through a special wireless connection, this gives her access to thermal and night vision modes as well as heads up displays for wind, distance, and other factors that will effect her shot.
Sonar. Special arrows that provide feedback to the AI in her bow like sonar, allowing her to map and track in an area.
Various special arrows, such as EMP, blunt, net, napalm, and tether.
This was...a terrible idea. Really, everything was going pretty well considering the main mast was gone and they'd been airborne for several second too many.
Caesar shook his head, as he worked with Dirk to keep things better than they -
"Holy shit!" he growled at the mighty pirate ship coming straight for them.
Their Captain was using some kind of power to slow them down, and Bone Kid was using trees to slow them down. But, that couldn't be enough at these speeds.
Captain said to turn and move, but Caesar couldn't move from the wheel without poor little Dirk being turned by the rabbits. Rapids? Or was it the current?
Bah, whatever. Caesar thought this was a poor idea, just like letting Slick do boat stuff, but he trusted Boone. So he pulled, looking at the mother of the group.
"If you're going to do anything crazy, I suggest doing it now!" he yelled towards her.
Jason shook his head, really out of his depth with all this.
"Well, look, obviously we don't really have a choice here, do we? You're connected through some shit, and you're not being.... An issue. And we're out of time," he said loud enough for everyone to hear over the incoming sounds of various sirens. "You do still have the package, don't you?" he'd mutter to Heartless after the mention of breaking a jaw.
Before he moved, he watched Headhunter act and connected the dots. Don't trust the copy. Got it.
His fist stuck out like lightning, his fighting reflexes coming into effect as he clocked the CopyBoxTM right in the bloody kisser hard enough to stagger him. Headhunter jumped to restrain him, and Jason approached the copy of Sofia. "Sorry, kiddo. Can I carry you and the original without any fuss? Make up for what just happened?"
He looked back up. "If you're not in a vehicle in the next fifteen seconds, you're being left behind. We're out of time."
Lieutenant Reynolds had performed basic medical aid to Lillian during the ride, able to at least stop the bleeding.
She might have a concussion. She hurt. Everything was wrong. Lillian remained latched onto Alessa's hand as they gave their passcodes before gaining entrance back into the PRT HQ. "What's the monkey's secret?"
"All that glitters is not golden." she'd replied simply.
Now they were in debrief, and Lillian had tossed her mask into a trashcan on the way in. She still had a hand latched onto Alessa's as she stared numbly at the ceiling.
Her voice was surprisingly strong as she spoke up suddenly. "I was...I wasn't ready yet. There was already Parahumans there and that Master just... Made it worse. I mucked up. I let them get to me, and then I wasn't any use when Troll and her lackey attacked and I'm sorry I failed everyone." She was crying slightly now, unable to look at anyone as she continued. "Things got worse, and there was just too many.... So many bodies... Clones..."
Wiping her face on the back of her hand, she took a shaky breath. "It was...I wasn't...7 villains. And the one shadowy one saved my life. Just..."
She glanced at Alessa before continuing. "I'm scared I'm going to lose this, all of you, because of that. I wanna stay."
@Miakoda Leaving the useless lamp on the ground, Artificer moved towards some abandoned trash, poking through it carefully and sorting it.
The piles made little sense, as to an observer there really was no system.
But to him? Things that could be useful. Solid materials that he could maybe, possibly use when he entered that trance.
Something to help figure things out, maybe. Maybe this time it could be better. Better gig. Maybe he could sell it. Laying low had perks but... Well, it was complicated. And he couldn't just sell any of the work. He needed some pieces.
"Can't sell the Beads, too dangerous." he muttered absently to himself.
Allison Blinked from rooftop to rooftop, traveling across the city towards the Stadium. The closer she got the more she had to stop to slay a duo or trio of mooks, always looking every direction but up.
She frowned. These must be the lowest of the grunts. Was she warning her Target of her arrival by slaughtering these bumbling morons?
Mhmm. Perhaps. Would it make a difference? She doubted it, honestly.
As she approached the Stadium proper, however, she adopted a more stealthy approach, watching and gauging the best locations to Blink to and when. As much of an element of surprise as possible would work best, even if that included killing every single grunt along the way.
But, she would only do that if she had to. She was fairly certain she could weasel past the low ranking, hired on help.
Pray all you want, for the Heretic cares not what god you call. Kneel before the might of the Void! Allison flitted forward, Blinking between signs and the tops of poles as she crossed the lot and dropped into the corresponding corridors.
Could she have simply gone over and in? Probably, but where was the fun in that? She had a name to live up to.
A spray of blood coated the wall besides her as she entered into a shadow state, slipping into the recesses as more goons gathered from the scream her first victim had uttered upon his death. But only because she wanted him to.
They wondered where she was, having came from all angles... Well, both angles, considering this really was just a big ass hallway. They didn't touch the body still bleeding on the floor.
Allison twirled her sword, it's blade coming into place as her form solidified and she stepped into the group.
There was a sound as her purple beam stuck out to full length, and then she danced.
Weaving, twirling, gracefully she moved through the dozen useless bastards in moments before she looked up at the camera she was now standing in center view of. She held her gaze for just a moment before she Blinked out of sight. The bodies however, missing heads and limbs, remained.
From there, she moved through the hallways silently, quietly eviscerating everyone who happened to be in her way.
She stopped, looking at the large door leading into the Stadium. Her arm rose and a glowing, white tipped bolt shot from the crossbow in her hand. It connected with the steel and immediately there was a large explosion.
As the smoke cleared, the doors having blasted several dozen meters into the opening beyond... There was no one.
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