PapiTan

After Era Mythos

^{━━━❝ ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ❞━━━}

Bzzzt.

Amaris was always aware that there was something ugly about it all. Inherent messiness beneath the glamour of the surface was to be expected with something like Talents and Heroes and Fame. It was, perhaps, for the best that the drones were more invested in Elpis than they were in the Moon Arrow. A soft breath in, a longer one out. She tried to ignore the specks of light dotting the tips of her fingers as she allowed her voice to give form to words.

“Hm. I suspect Aspera won’t be pleased about that.” Even tone. No stresses, no emphases. For all intents and purposes, the Moon Arrow was as distant as her namesake in the moment despite the rampaging heartbeat savagely pounding at her ribs. “But I’m sure GAG will be able to discuss that with the appropriate personnel.”

The sound of hard heels clicked against the road as Amaris made her landing, the length of her coat trailing behind her. For a moment, she had to stop herself from moving further as a countdown ticked in her head with a steady silence, each number acting like a measure of her breathing. Slowly, the riotous thundering in Amaris’s chest began to subside, the fires it stoked put into a vice grip even as they wrapped unseen fingers tight around the talent’s throat. Hot. Scalding. Someone less disciplined than the night-haired Hero might have screamed in response to building pressure.

It was an ugliness she had to keep in check, even if the red-eyed beast with razor claws and vorpal fangs roared and writhed against such restraint in the pit of her stomach.

"We will work on that smile someday."

Elpis, the Maiden of Hope, wasn’t it? That pleasant naivete was easy enough to work with.

Amaris choked down bitter fury like medicine and trampled the chthonian monstrosity back into its place with determination tempered by visions of starlight and phantoms. Vile. Flawed. Everything grated against her with an abrasiveness that left her reeling, but it didn’t matter. Silvia Alba didn’t have the luxury of refusing any of the noxious tools in her reach.

“Elpis.” The name was spoken through their own channel, the next words soft; closer to a mentor’s recommendation than a teacher’s instruction. “The driver needs immediate medical attention. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting most of the drones to follow you if you take him. Cleanup crews will be able to start work sooner if all these drones clear out too.”

She still needed the lifeline provided by such grotesque undercurrents in the end.

“I’ll contact my agency for support on clean up. Aftermath is more our wheelhouse than Aspera’s, so it should be fine.”

And she’d swallow as much poison as she needed to keep it all burning to the end.

After Era Mythos

I swear, I'm totally normal and didn't read the update and immediately tent my fingers together for wicked little raccoon thoughts.
Will probably have my post up tomorrow at the latest ehe

After Era Mythos

^{━━━❝ ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ❞━━━}

Good luck? Good luck?!

“Oh. Great.” It would have taken a monumental effort to have made a tone flatter than the one that escaped from Amaris’s lips as she saw the streak of neon tearing through rising roads of the residential district. It was to her benefit that Elpis didn’t need further instruction to move first, allowing Amaris to step back and shut her eyes against the neon lights of the city for a moment.

Inhale.

‘No crime reports on the radio chatter, so it’s probably not a getaway vehicle.’

Hold.

‘If she can slow the car down, the reports should make her stronger too.’

Exhale.

Starlit eyes opened with vision so sharp it might have left birds of prey filled with instinctive envy. The kaleidoscopic wings were easy to pick out even from the distance while Amaris adjusted her position with renewed focus. The driver was panicking, and though the crackling words over their communication lines was difficult to make out in their entirety, exaggerated movements made of turbulent terror filled the blanks in for Amaris.

Motes of moonlight lifted away from the surface of her skin as a hero felt something within her shift. A surreal sense of lightness and static permeated her nerves, tingling washing over her like being bathed in a shower of freezing rain. Her debut had been generous with the development of her abilities, as expected from AGC Rising’s efforts, but there were some things that Amaris couldn’t afford not to nurture. It didn’t matter to her if the rest of her skills suffered for it. Not at the moment, at least.

Sharp vision caught the sight of a driver trying to escape, jerking violently at a seatbelt in a wild bid to free himself from its restraint. The same eyes took in the sight of a maiden trying her best to stop a runaway vehicle head on. Brave. Reckless. A moment of doubt would have made things turn out entirely differently.

Softly, Amaris spoke to her temporary partner, her voice carrying an unnatural reverberation as her stance lowered.

“Elpis, try to direct it against the guardrail at the turn. It should slow the car down if this doesn’t work.” Everything tightened, her body taut like a drawn bowstring as it always was. Another breath with her focus somehow becoming clearer as her flesh and blood melded into one in the confines of her senses. A mental twang sounded off in her head the moment she saw the driver clear his seat.

And the moon loosed its arrow, a beam of moonlight sending rippling whistles as it tore through the air of Neo-Astraea.

The sound of metal screeching came before the feeling of impact wracked Amaris’s body with its weight. Her ability to pierce never came short when she became the arrow herself. Unlike a handgun, the lunar bolt tore through the engine from an inopportune angle without difficulty. The world came back into stark focus as a radiant arrow returned to its archer’s form in a scattering of stardust, her body twisting in the air to face the out-of-control car. Smoke was fast, a sputtering of an engine, the sound of a mechanical heart trying its best to beat without the energy it needed.

With Elpis’s strength keeping it in place, it might even stop before reaching the turn. After all, the raging beast of metal and wire was quickly reaching its final breath. Good. Her eyes followed one of the police drones for half a second, and she felt something between annoyance and relief at the likelihood of a good angle of the shot.

Gross. She would have preferred any other media outlet’s camera shoved in her face over the potential of having to negotiate with the police department.

Amaris pulled her hood again to secure it against herself and flicked the long train of her coat away from herself with a practiced movement. A familiar movement to followers of the white-hooded hero, but it was little more than an adjustment to ensure she could move again if the need arose.

After Era Mythos

^{━━━❝ ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ❞━━━}

“Hm.”

Soft was the sound of contemplation that slipped through Amaris’s lips, a noise easily lost to the wind as two talents moved through the skyline. She didn’t expect her companion to hear it, nor did she think there would be a response. AGC Rising had been stringent on her training prior to debut. The reality that other agencies might not give their talents any experience had seemed distant until she was faced with it. Eyes shut against the wind momentarily. Elpis wasn’t experienced, but she wasn’t entirely helpless.

Calculations, then. Being the senior was a double-edged blade, wasn’t it?

The Moon Arrow’s pace slowed—that was getting harder to do. She’d have to ask her manager to do some damage control before it got out of her control—as she glanced back at Elpis.

“It shouldn’t be dangerous, so let’s have you take point this time,” Amaris said as the woman gestured at the flashing lights they’d already passed, the sound of a siren carrying even to their altitude. Excessive, but bored law enforcement tended to be. “We should be able to avoid a fight. Your image is better suited for that in execution and benefit. You’ll be fine. People usually don’t want to provoke a hero.”

Again, the talent attempted to offer a smile. Again, it felt stilted and uncomfortable, so it was cut short. Instead, Amaris glanced away to try and find the expected disturbance. It was a nuisance, as always. Galactic eyes swept the area, ears straining to try and pick up sounds that didn’t belong. Despite her best effort, Amaris gave an annoyed click of her tongue when a secondary sweep didn’t make it immediately obvious.

“Tsk, if we can find the scene first.”

After Era Mythos

Will be trying to get a post up tonight for Amaris, lest I simply cease existing until Sunday haha

After Era Mythos

^{━━━❝ ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ❞━━━}

Patrols were calming, in a sense.

White noise filtered into Amaris’s ear as the hard heels of her boots gave a faint click upon hitting solid ground. For the most part, the radio chatter wasn’t helpful, especially out in a residential district. With so many people vying to be Heroes, it was harder for petty street crime to be a viable option, after all. Reports of suspicious behavior were usually from nosy neighbors who wanted to contribute to something, especially if that report might bring a Hero running along. A moment of starry-eyed glamor for something as mundane as an out-of-place shadow could be the talk of their social circle. Talk could generate rumors and Fame. Fame kept Heroes pushing themselves further and further.

‘But those are the rumors you can’t control. It could affect you in ways you don’t want too.’

Amaris’s eyes followed Elpis as she performed a friendly cat rescue, thoughts of her manager annoyingly clear in the back of her mind. When the Maiden of Hearts returned with an innocent grin, it was instinct that had the Moon Arrow pull the edge of her hood down to secure it in place and obscure her features by the barest amount. A pointless movement at that distance, but there was a reason for the excessive flashiness of her wardrobe.

“It’s fine as long as there aren't other emergencies.” Not quite as many people to linger at home when there were Talents to meet at the week’s hottest affair in the city. Burglaries and suspicious people might be the most to expect, which was probably for the best if the pink-clad maiden was as inexperienced as Amaris had been told. “…but kids are impressionable. You could be a little flashier in front of them for this kind of thing. They talk and believe twice as m--”

“Dispatch to Patrol Three, we have a 10-50 traveling north in Mu.”

The Moon Arrow tilted her head and cut her own speech off as the crackling numbers in her ear caught her attention, as though it would make the broadcast clearer. She really needed someone to replace the earpiece if they were going to go on the fritz every time she launched herself.

“10-4, we are en route.”

Probably nothing serious, given the expo, but it could be something to look at. Cosmic eyes drifted back to the cyan-haired Hero, the expression on Amaris’s face still just a fraction more stoic than she meant for it to be. Michelle suggested trying to be friendlier to other Talents, but Amaris didn’t have a great track record in that department. In fact, there was part of her that believed a collaboration with someone like Elpis had been decided in part to disrupt the less-than-inviting image that the Moon Arrow had started to develop. Intentional or not, it would be a problem in the future.

So Amaris affected an attempt at some semblance of a smile different from the one she practiced in the mirror. It felt stiff on her face and disappeared as quickly as it had formed once its bearer recognized how uncomfortable it felt to wear. Embarrassing. The white-coated Hero broke eye contact, disguising the momentary lapse as a quick movement to push her bangs out of her vision.

“A disorderly is moving north, it could be a group.” Amaris adjusted the hem of her hood again impulsively as moonglow gathered on the surface of her skin in preparation to move. “It may be nothing, but a patrol is heading over. This is a good opportunity to get experience with a safety net and publicity.”

Thoughts of her first experience in an unscripted incident before her official debut came to mind. A safety net would have been nice for no reason beyond avoiding getting clipped by a motorcycle’s side mirror in a botched escape attempt. Phantom aches throbbed in her elbow at the memory.

“Have you worked unscripted before?”

After Era Mythos

I don't know how specific you need the one-liners but ofc I'm down to DM the less vague version of the one-liners. Because mother has to be a little sneaky ehe.

Remington Beauford - Amaris's childhood bestie, her brother from another mother, and probably her only real friend.

Michelle Ramos - An AGC Rising staff member who is Amaris's emergency contact on paper for some odd reason.

Od the Ashborn - Greatest no-name retired Hero this side of Neo-Astraea--wait, why does Amaris have a protective order against this old man?

After Era Mythos

Amaris

^{┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━❝ ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ❞━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓}

The hide of the Nemean Beast? Pierced. The impregnable walls of the Ennead Bastion? Pierced. The infinitely durable shield of the Verdure Knight? Pierced. Like an arrow of moonlight fired from Artemis's bow, there is no quarry that she cannot penetrate. Once her eyes are set, there are none that can impede her arrival. Straight and true flies the lunar bolt, and who would dare say they could stop a moonbeam from landing where it must? Speed alone fails to grasp the white-hooded wonder. Force is a gross oversimplification of her capacity to bore through obstacles. She is both archer and arrow, a sharpened point nocked and ready to pierce what she must. A streak of white and the whistling of air being torn are proclamations of a destination already reached by a sliver of lunar radiance. One can only hope that outstretched fingers can brush a fragment of the stardust left behind by a familiar face passing through the night before the sliver of moonlight moves on.

wubbadubbadubissattrue? yea𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙼𝙰　　　　　　　𝙰 𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚈

^{┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━❝ ʟᴇᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ❞━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓}

A faraway story about the shadow of a neighboring star

Thirty-some odd years ago, a Hero with hair of night and eyes the color of the cosmos broke onto the scene with a radiant smile that could rival the stars. Andromeda was a runaway success—and how could she not be? A pretty face could take a girl far, and one whose heart pushed her to move so quickly that she left afterimages of stardust and cosmos in her wake was a recipe for success. Fame made a distant light turn into a supernova in Neo-Astraea until the day that Andromeda’s final phantom faded into the night, leaving behind only the stories (and merch) of a woman who traveled galaxies for the good of the people that came to adore her.

Silvia Alba grew up hearing those stories from just about everyone around her: the public, her schoolmates, their parents, the adults in suits that would sometimes stop by her home to talk to her parents. She remembered them the most clearly from her father in the years he had stayed. It was only to be expected. After all, Abigail Evans—Abby, she would insist—was a woman with black hair and eyes that sometimes shimmered like galaxies had been locked within them. Sometimes, on off days, pinpricks of light would dot her arms until it looked as though she might scatter like misplaced stars. Sometimes she would smile, and it was a brilliant expression that could melt hearts. It was harder not to know why the whispers never went away.

It was the culmination of those whispers spreading that brought Silvia to AGC Rising’s door, her interview simple and to the point. “What could she bring to them?” Silvia pushed an image of her mother across the table before she pulled her hood down, lowering her mask and shaking loose hair the color of midnight skies before setting a pair of eyes the color of faraway galaxies on the agency’s scout. In the moment of silence granted, Silvia murmured a secret that few could know about Andromeda and then flashed the brilliant smile she'd learned from her mother. A spitting image. A certainty. She could bring back a long-dead star as the light that reached Neo-Astraea long after it burst. Leverage (exploitation, perhaps), she knew, but Silvia learned young how desperately a Hero needed to grasp resources with so many trying to rise to the top. Finding ways to use them was just another step in the procedure.

Nonetheless, the young woman is diligent in her work—perhaps to be expected with the way that she is marketed. Silvia applies herself to her endeavors, sometimes a little too earnestly. How she found the time or dedication to graduate summa cum laude in computer science while juggling pre-debut training and promotion and still maintaining her craft-leaning hobbies is a mystery often pondered upon by AGC’s staff. It doesn’t make her many friends, considering how reluctant she seems to be to socialize with the people around her.

“Well… actually, I think she’s just a little shy. Treat her like a cat and warm her up first—Silvia’s the type to get attached. Honestly, I’m a little worried that’s going to be an issue.”

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AGC RISING

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“It feels like they should be bigger.” Such are the words that are often used to describe AGC Rising as an agency. The agency is the humble origin of more than a handful of successful Heroes and Villains. and their focus on cultivating the abilities of their talents is a hidden gem among the sea of competitors. Plenty of their talents blossomed into powerful Heroes under their watch, and even their less successful endeavors often have a cult following. The problem is that most Heroes tend to see AGC as a stepping stone—a reputation that’s hard to shake when they just can’t seem to keep hold of their successes. While their name isn’t entirely unknown, it’s also true that their early focus on ability development tends to be a turnoff for those who want to hit stardom as soon as possible. Perhaps their fixation on more traditional acts of heroism is a bit of a shackle, though they have a shocking number of ins and connections with other agencies and Heroes thanks to their track record. “AGC Rising has no focus? I think it’s more that they focus too much on the Hero part of everything.”

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eiSILVIA ALBA THE ARROW OF DIVINITY WHO WILL FIND HER MARK THROUGH ANY OBSTACLE. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ AGE: 22　　SEX: FEMALE　　FAME: 216,438　　AGENCY: AGC RISING Despite her reluctance for public appearances so early in her debut, Amaris did agree to provide her voice for a podcast that performs dramatic retellings of various legends about pre-AE heroes. She's... surprisingly good at it. And kind of a nerd behind the scenes. Silvia runs an online shop with a tenure from before her debut. It primarily sells handmade charms with extremely limited quantities. There's a blog attached to the site with archives of vlogs of her process making some of said charms. Custom commissions have not opened in recent times. On occasion Amaris will go live by attaching a camera to herself and launching herself to places with exquisite views before visiting recommended local shops. The rumor mill has it that she's been looking into getting into talks for a collaboration to produce a special line of accessories of her design. "Oh my gosh, did you hear her interview on Neo-Spotlight? She got so flustered when they asked what her type was! Who knew she had a cute side like that?" ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

After Era Mythos

You mentioned that AGC Rising focuses on traditional acts of heroism. Does that mean that, say, she'd be involved in helping out with actual incidents that the police/fire department would handle? Or is it more that they would script scenarios using their Talents where Amaris would like, say, save a kid from getting crushed by a truck (that some other Talent softballed)?

@ERode

A bit of both! Her proper breakout debut would have been a scripted scenario for the Fame, but the ratio of her scripted vs actual incidents probably leans 35:65 toward actual incidents because that's how AGC Rising tends to push their talents in the early stages for a motley of various reasons.

After Era Mythos

I apologize ahead of time for making your eyes bleed if this doesn't align the way it did in my testing... which I will fix, but I'll also simply cry while doing so h-haha...

Uncertain Familiarity

^{┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━❝ ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ❞━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓}

The hide of the Nemean Beast? Pierced. The impregnable walls of the Ennead Bastion? Pierced. The infinitely durable shield of the Verdure Knight? Pierced. Like an arrow of moonlight fired from Artemis's bow, there is no quarry that she cannot penetrate. Once her eyes are set, there are none that can impede her arrival. Straight and true flies the lunar bolt, and who would dare say they could stop a moonbeam from landing where it must? Speed alone fails to grasp the white-hooded wonder. Force is a gross oversimplification of her capacity to bore through obstacles. She is both archer and arrow, a sharpened point nocked and ready to pierce what she must. A streak of white and the whistling of air being torn are proclamations of a destination already reached by a sliver of lunar radiance. One can only hope that outstretched fingers can brush a fragment of the stardust left behind by a familiar face passing through the night before the sliver of moonlight moves on.

wubbadubbadubissattrue? yea𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙼𝙰　　　　　　　𝙰 𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚈

^{┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━❝ ʟᴇᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ❞━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓}

A faraway story about the shadow of a neighboring star

Thirty-some odd years ago, a Hero with hair of night and eyes the color of the cosmos broke onto the scene with a radiant smile that could rival the stars. Andromeda was a runaway success—and how could she not be? A pretty face could take a girl far, and one whose heart pushed her to move so quickly that she left afterimages of stardust and cosmos in her wake was a recipe for success. Fame made a distant light turn into a supernova in Neo-Astraea until the day that Andromeda’s final phantom faded into the night, leaving behind only the stories (and merch) of a woman who traveled galaxies for the good of the people that came to adore her.

Silvia Alba grew up hearing those stories from just about everyone around her: the public, her schoolmates, their parents, the adults in suits that would sometimes stop by her home to talk to her parents. She remembered them the most clearly from her father in the years he had stayed. It was only to be expected. After all, Abigail Evans—Abby, she would insist—was a woman with black hair and eyes that sometimes shimmered like galaxies had been locked within them. Sometimes, on off days, pinpricks of light would dot her arms until it looked as though she might scatter like misplaced stars. Sometimes she would smile, and it was a brilliant expression that could melt hearts. It was harder not to know why the whispers never went away.

It was the culmination of those whispers spreading that brought Silvia to AGC Rising’s door, her interview simple and to the point. “What could she bring to them?” Silvia pushed an image of her mother across the table before she pulled her hood down, lowering her mask and shaking loose hair the color of midnight skies before setting a pair of eyes the color of faraway galaxies on the agency’s scout. In the moment of silence granted, Silvia murmured a secret that few could know about Andromeda and then flashed the brilliant smile she'd learned from her mother. A spitting image. A certainty. She could bring back a long-dead star as the light that reached Neo-Astraea long after it burst. Leverage (exploitation, perhaps), she knew, but Silvia learned young how desperately a Hero needed to grasp resources with so many trying to rise to the top. Finding ways to use them was just another step in the procedure.

Nonetheless, the young woman is diligent in her work—perhaps to be expected with the way that she is marketed. Silvia applies herself to her endeavors, sometimes a little too earnestly. How she found the time or dedication to graduate summa cum laude in computer science while juggling pre-debut training and promotion and still maintaining her craft-leaning hobbies is a mystery often pondered upon by AGC’s staff. It doesn’t make her many friends, considering how reluctant she seems to be to socialize with the people around her.

“Well… actually, I think she’s just a little shy. Treat her like a cat and warm her up first—Silvia’s the type to get attached. Honestly, I’m a little worried that’s going to be an issue.”

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AGC RISING

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“It feels like they should be bigger.” Such are the words that are often used to describe AGC Rising as an agency. The agency is the humble origin of more than a handful of successful Heroes and Villains. and their focus on cultivating the abilities of their talents is a hidden gem among the sea of competitors. Plenty of their talents blossomed into powerful Heroes under their watch, and even their less successful endeavors often have a cult following. The problem is that most Heroes tend to see AGC as a stepping stone—a reputation that’s hard to shake when they just can’t seem to keep hold of their successes. While their name isn’t entirely unknown, it’s also true that their early focus on ability development tends to be a turnoff for those who want to hit stardom as soon as possible. Perhaps their fixation on more traditional acts of heroism is a bit of a shackle, though they have a shocking number of ins and connections with other agencies and Heroes thanks to their track record. “AGC Rising has no focus? I think it’s more that they focus too much on the Hero part of everything.”

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eiSILVIA ALBA THE ARROW OF DIVINITY WHO WILL FIND HER MARK THROUGH ANY OBSTACLE. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ AGE: 22　　SEX: FEMALE　　FAME: 216,438　　AGENCY: AGC RISING Despite her reluctance for public appearances so early in her debut, Amaris did agree to provide her voice for a podcast that performs dramatic retellings of various legends about pre-AE heroes. She's... surprisingly good at it. And kind of a nerd behind the scenes. Silvia runs an online shop with a tenure from before her debut. It primarily sells handmade charms with extremely limited quantities. There's a blog attached to the site with archives of vlogs of her process making some of said charms. Custom commissions have not opened in recent times. On occasion Amaris will go live by attaching a camera to herself and launching herself to places with exquisite views before visiting recommended local shops. The rumor mill has it that she's been looking into getting into talks for a collaboration to produce a special line of accessories of her design. "Oh my gosh, did you hear her interview on Neo-Spotlight? She got so flustered when they asked what her type was! Who knew she had a cute side like that?" ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔