Oh deary me Count Popeula has come to reap our souls.
Whatever shall we do?
You shall pray that he decides you are worthy of salvation and bestows the gift of his blessed blood upon you. ;)
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You shall pray that he decides you are worthy of salvation and bestows the gift of his blessed blood upon you. ;)
All shall now behold the glory of the Pope of Blood! Could not find a suitable picture, sorry about that.
Name: Pope Honorius V
Age: 387
Appeared Age: 60s
Height: The Pope stands a full 6 1/2 feet tall.
Weight: Roughly 200 pounds
Eye Color: crimson
Hair Color: Pure White
Appearance: The Holy Father of the Sanguinous Papacy is a figure that cannot help but be noticed. He is a giant of a man who towers over most others, a man with a regal bearing and mannerisms that showcase just how confident in his power he is. His white hair is worn long, falling past his shoulders and unlike many elderly his hair is as thick as it ever was. His face is surprisingly soft and rounded though the crimson orbs that are his eyes are more than a bit unsettling to behold, especially as they seem to stare right through people. He is typically clad in the vestments of his office, ornate crimson robes as a sign of his position as head of the Sanguinous and a crown that sits atop his head.
Residence: The Grand Cathedral in Asirgrad
Profession: Pope of the Sanguinous Papacy
Aligned Faction: Sanguinous Papacy
Relatives: Officially unknown, though there are rumors that he may once have had children.
Weapons:
Armor: Like his chosen Honorious V does not require and scorns all thoughts of armor. His holy blood and the righteousness of the cause are deemed to be enough to armor him against the weapons of the unfaithful. He does however like all of the chosen observed in raids or in other conflicts wear the heavy robes which offer some degree of protection, though his case the robes are crimson as a symbol of his office rather than the standard black.
Manifested Phenomena: Blood
Unique Abilities:
Blessed Blood: The Holy Father by bestowing the gift of his sacred blood to another, typically through forcing the other to ingest it can infect them with his particular strain of the virus, leading to the subsequent transformation of the person in question into one of the chosen.
Enhanced Body: He possesses a significantly enhanced body as a result of his mutations, he is strong enough to lift and throw a car, fast enough to be difficult to see should he sprint, ect. The exact extent to which he can push himself is uncertain since he rarely acts himself. His blood also allows him to rapidly regenerate though doing so rapidly consumes the stores of blood in his body and requires him to have transfusions much more frequently.
Strengths:
It Will Not Die: The Holy Father has proven extremely difficult to kill with extreme regenerative properties seemingly sufficient to even recreate his brain after being shot through the head. His fanatical willpower seems to mimicked by the strength of his spark and neither of them plan to die.
Old World Skills: One of the few people alive who actually predates the destruction of the old world the Holy Father possesses a number of skills unknown to the wastes of dust on the whole. A prime example of this is his knowledge of piloting aircraft, something he has taught to some of his most trusted servants of the years allowing them to fly the 'shriekers.'
The Holy Father: He is the Pope of the Sanguinous Papacy and worshiped and obeyed by the chosen. He has great resources and great power at his command.
Weaknesses:
Everything Fears Fire: Fire is one of the few things that is difficult for the Pope to regenerate from. Wounds made by the flames will eventually heal completely but it takes time more similar to a regular human to do so rather than the extremely accelerated pace.
The Light, It Burns: As the progenitor of the chosen he possesses their vulnerability to ultraviolet light in increased quantities, he swiftly burns in sunlight and other sources cause great discomfort quickly as well. He is also easily blinded temporarily by bright lights of any kind if he has not taken appropriate precautions.
A God Am I: After so many long years of acting in his role and being venerated as the only true conduit between the heavens of the maker above and the masses on earth below the man has begun to believe it himself and that can lead to problems. His former pragmatism has slowly been eroded by his own belief in his divinity and this can lead him to making rash decisions.
Weaknesses Of The Chosen: He has the affiliated issues of the chosen, requiring further blood to sustain himself, ect.
Spark Name: Avarael (The Angel of Blood)
Awakening Conditions: The Holy Father can reach a holy state of awakening where he communes directly with the voices of the Divine and can speak to God directly. This state is reached through the total immersion in blood. This ritual has been performed only a small handful of times and involves the sacrifice of several hundred slaves to produce the necessary amount of blood to trigger the transformation.
Innate Awakened Abilities:
Additional Abilities:
Additional Strengths:
Additional Weaknesses:
Basics
Name: Pope Honorius V
Age: 387
Appeared Age: 60s
Height: The Pope stands a full 6 1/2 feet tall.
Weight: Roughly 200 pounds
Eye Color: crimson
Hair Color: Pure White
Appearance: The Holy Father of the Sanguinous Papacy is a figure that cannot help but be noticed. He is a giant of a man who towers over most others, a man with a regal bearing and mannerisms that showcase just how confident in his power he is. His white hair is worn long, falling past his shoulders and unlike many elderly his hair is as thick as it ever was. His face is surprisingly soft and rounded though the crimson orbs that are his eyes are more than a bit unsettling to behold, especially as they seem to stare right through people. He is typically clad in the vestments of his office, ornate crimson robes as a sign of his position as head of the Sanguinous and a crown that sits atop his head.
Background
Residence: The Grand Cathedral in Asirgrad
Profession: Pope of the Sanguinous Papacy
Aligned Faction: Sanguinous Papacy
Relatives: Officially unknown, though there are rumors that he may once have had children.
Gear
Weapons:
- Officer's Side Arm: The Holy Father wields a decorated six shot revolver that has been cleaned and polished till it shines brightly. It is a standard weapon but has symbolic importance.
- Sword of God: An ornate curved sword that likely has origins as a ceremonial officers blade from many years ago the Sword of God is never out of reach of the Holy Father and as many have come to find this blade despite its extreme age and archaic designs is more than capable of slaying the unbelievers.
- Arsenal of The Church: In addition to the weapons listed above the Holy Father as Pope of the Sanguinous Papacy has access to any and all weapons that the Papacy possesses. The weapons detailed above are merely his personal weapons and ones that he will have in almost any situation.
Armor: Like his chosen Honorious V does not require and scorns all thoughts of armor. His holy blood and the righteousness of the cause are deemed to be enough to armor him against the weapons of the unfaithful. He does however like all of the chosen observed in raids or in other conflicts wear the heavy robes which offer some degree of protection, though his case the robes are crimson as a symbol of his office rather than the standard black.
Immortalis Information
Manifested Phenomena: Blood
Unique Abilities:
Blessed Blood: The Holy Father by bestowing the gift of his sacred blood to another, typically through forcing the other to ingest it can infect them with his particular strain of the virus, leading to the subsequent transformation of the person in question into one of the chosen.
Enhanced Body: He possesses a significantly enhanced body as a result of his mutations, he is strong enough to lift and throw a car, fast enough to be difficult to see should he sprint, ect. The exact extent to which he can push himself is uncertain since he rarely acts himself. His blood also allows him to rapidly regenerate though doing so rapidly consumes the stores of blood in his body and requires him to have transfusions much more frequently.
Strengths:
It Will Not Die: The Holy Father has proven extremely difficult to kill with extreme regenerative properties seemingly sufficient to even recreate his brain after being shot through the head. His fanatical willpower seems to mimicked by the strength of his spark and neither of them plan to die.
Old World Skills: One of the few people alive who actually predates the destruction of the old world the Holy Father possesses a number of skills unknown to the wastes of dust on the whole. A prime example of this is his knowledge of piloting aircraft, something he has taught to some of his most trusted servants of the years allowing them to fly the 'shriekers.'
The Holy Father: He is the Pope of the Sanguinous Papacy and worshiped and obeyed by the chosen. He has great resources and great power at his command.
Weaknesses:
Everything Fears Fire: Fire is one of the few things that is difficult for the Pope to regenerate from. Wounds made by the flames will eventually heal completely but it takes time more similar to a regular human to do so rather than the extremely accelerated pace.
The Light, It Burns: As the progenitor of the chosen he possesses their vulnerability to ultraviolet light in increased quantities, he swiftly burns in sunlight and other sources cause great discomfort quickly as well. He is also easily blinded temporarily by bright lights of any kind if he has not taken appropriate precautions.
A God Am I: After so many long years of acting in his role and being venerated as the only true conduit between the heavens of the maker above and the masses on earth below the man has begun to believe it himself and that can lead to problems. His former pragmatism has slowly been eroded by his own belief in his divinity and this can lead him to making rash decisions.
Weaknesses Of The Chosen: He has the affiliated issues of the chosen, requiring further blood to sustain himself, ect.
Awakened State
Spark Name: Avarael (The Angel of Blood)
Awakening Conditions: The Holy Father can reach a holy state of awakening where he communes directly with the voices of the Divine and can speak to God directly. This state is reached through the total immersion in blood. This ritual has been performed only a small handful of times and involves the sacrifice of several hundred slaves to produce the necessary amount of blood to trigger the transformation.
Innate Awakened Abilities:
- Armor of the Spark: Every spark surrounds their host in a black, chitin like shell, or armor. Their host resides within the armor, typically in the fetal position as they do not control their armored state through direct physical movement. Rather, the spark intercepts the neural commands for movement, and manipulates the armor that way. The spark or the host may be in control, but not both. If a spark is only partially awakened, the host will be stuck in whatever partial state they enter, until they are able to fully awaken. Only then may they revert back to their normal self at will. Additionally, heavy damage to the armor will cause it to break and fall off, reverting back to the normal state of the host.
- Voice of the Spark: Once awakened, the host and the spark may converse mentally. The Spark can share its knowledge, though since the phenomena is not innate to the spark itself, it can only give ideas and tips for power useage; The spark cannot teach its host mastery over their abilities. The spark can retain memories gathered from their host, recalling things they forget, or even noticing things the host themselves failed to, but only through the host's eyes. Many sparks may know each other, and may recognize other awakened forms. The awakened armor is unique to the spark, which is how sparks may recognize each other, even if the differences between two armor sets are very subtle.
Additional Abilities:
- Blood Angel: In his awakened form he is capable of venting the blood that he absorbed during the awakening process in a number of ways, the most common of which is the formation of wings. The wings emerge from the back of the chitinous armor and are notably made from a different material, a strangely spongy tissue that an analysis would reveal was comprised entirely of blood. These wings grant flight and while they paint a picture more like a demon than an angel in old mythology, the church maintains that this form is angelic. He can also use the blood for other purposes, creating weapons from it, or discharging it as a powerful spray.
- Blood Sense: In his awakened form he is capable of sensing all blood around him for several miles and is capable of distinguishing the different flavors of it. The chosen appear differently from normal humans, and each immortal appears different from everything else. Due to a specific resonance with the Chosen in particular he is capable of projecting his will through them and acting as a controlling force. However doing so makes his own abilities to coordinate and take actions to suffer due to overextending.
Additional Strengths:
- Even More Enhanced Attributes: The already impressive physical state of the Holy Father is only enhanced further when he enters into his awakened state.
Additional Weaknesses:
- Blood Depletion: Every action taken during his time awakened drains the blood supply that allowed him to make the transformation in the first place and as a result he is always on a time limit in the form. The more strenuous the action the faster the reserves of blood burn off and the faster he is forced to revert. Further should he be drained to the point that the form fails him he will require almost immediate transfusions to not immediately fall into a coma and likely die.
- The Hunger: A corollary to the previous weakness, the need for further blood is driven to an extreme and it takes a great deal of effort to not attempt to feast constantly and replenish the blood supply. Theoretically if he was capable of consuming blood quickly enough to sustain the state he would never be forced from it but there likely is not enough blood in the world.
- A God Am I 2.0: The arrogance and pride that is one of the greatest downfalls prior to awakening is only enhanced as he enters what he believes to be an angelic form gifted to him by his connection to the heavens and the blessed blood. He does not believe he can be defeated and with the direct communion with Avarael he believes he is directly interfacing with the heavens as an arbiter of the divine.
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I am interested as well. I shall work on a sheet.
Elaine was now much closer to panicking, but she had not come this close to fail now. At least that was what she insisted in her own mind as her hand made contact with the heavy armored plating of the door. The plan had called for her to shape the door into a construct built to carry the money in the getaway, but she would have to do something else. She did not have a contingency for this, the other constructs were supposed to have lasted longer, to have done a better job protecting her if something had come up.
She was pretty sure they would have too, if it hadn't been a superhero who had shown up to stop her. Her eyes were already wide behind her glasses as she stared at the hero as he drew closer. Elaine needed to choose a design for the construct and she needed to choose one fast, before the hero could really close the distance. Just as she was managing to form one the man stopped and taunted her. For a few seconds the fact that she didn't really want to be doing this, the fact that she had no other options, the fact that she was trying not to do any permanent damage, and many other facts vanished beneath a cloud of anger at yet another person who felt the need to pick on her.
The signal that flowed down to the metal at her fingertips was not a carefully formed one, nor was it one of her premade blueprints. Never the less the metal twisted and surged as her power brought it to life. The door changed then, half formed limbs forming rapidly, and some vaguelly defined piece of anatomy pushed against the ground as a mass of metal, all sharp edges and slashing blades hurled itself forward towards the hero.
It was a hasty construct, born from emotion and a single impulse. It would not last long. But for the moment the amorphous mass of slashing limbs and blades was enough to force the hero back, allowing her to grab one of the duffle bags full of money from inside of the car and turn away, as if to make her attempt to escape with something at least.
She was pretty sure they would have too, if it hadn't been a superhero who had shown up to stop her. Her eyes were already wide behind her glasses as she stared at the hero as he drew closer. Elaine needed to choose a design for the construct and she needed to choose one fast, before the hero could really close the distance. Just as she was managing to form one the man stopped and taunted her. For a few seconds the fact that she didn't really want to be doing this, the fact that she had no other options, the fact that she was trying not to do any permanent damage, and many other facts vanished beneath a cloud of anger at yet another person who felt the need to pick on her.
The signal that flowed down to the metal at her fingertips was not a carefully formed one, nor was it one of her premade blueprints. Never the less the metal twisted and surged as her power brought it to life. The door changed then, half formed limbs forming rapidly, and some vaguelly defined piece of anatomy pushed against the ground as a mass of metal, all sharp edges and slashing blades hurled itself forward towards the hero.
It was a hasty construct, born from emotion and a single impulse. It would not last long. But for the moment the amorphous mass of slashing limbs and blades was enough to force the hero back, allowing her to grab one of the duffle bags full of money from inside of the car and turn away, as if to make her attempt to escape with something at least.
The young woman whirled around at the sudden voice from behind her, the construct still skittering along the door and cutting through the metal with it's laser. Her eyes, visible and pale blue behind her glasses, the only part of her face that was visible went wide with alarm at the sight of the costumed man who had appeared seemingly from nowhere. Which hero was this? Elaine wasn't sure and as she wracked her mind for an answer to that the man continued his approach towards her. It wasn't one of the big names, she had learned about all of them, at least a little in preparation for this.
Her hands, came out of her pockets again, clutching another pair of the spheres, the last pair, though the masked man would not know it. Frantically flicking her mind through the possible stable configurations Elaine settled on two of them and as the metal in her hands began to writhe and squirm threw them at the man. Maybe, she hoped, maybe this would work as well on a hero as it had on the other men. "Stay Back!" She yelled out as the creatures formed rapidly, though her voice was not very confident sounding even to herself.
The two metal spheres had changed in the brief seconds they took to cross the space between the two metahumans. One had shifted into something very similar to the earlier insect like constructs. It had a pair of rapidly flapping wings, and a series of limbs that each glowed with a faint red light. That sphere halted in it's flight and each of the six limbs began to pulse, rapidly building up to a series of bolts of electricity that arced outwards towards the hero, if they hit they would be much like a taser.
As for the other metal sphere it took a different shape, forming into what would seem a lot like a metal dragon. Silver scales gleamed in the streetlights and as the arm sized creature closed with the hero it opened it's mouth and spat a small stream of fire in his direction.
Elaine backed away as the creatures engaged until she bumped up against the back of the truck and the door that her construct had already weakened broke off and fell to the ground with a crash that made the scared young woman jump a bit in a moment of panic before remembering the next stage of her plan. Her hand reached for the metal of the fallen door as the third creature, the bug with the short ranged laser began to skitter across the ground towards the hero.
Her hands, came out of her pockets again, clutching another pair of the spheres, the last pair, though the masked man would not know it. Frantically flicking her mind through the possible stable configurations Elaine settled on two of them and as the metal in her hands began to writhe and squirm threw them at the man. Maybe, she hoped, maybe this would work as well on a hero as it had on the other men. "Stay Back!" She yelled out as the creatures formed rapidly, though her voice was not very confident sounding even to herself.
The two metal spheres had changed in the brief seconds they took to cross the space between the two metahumans. One had shifted into something very similar to the earlier insect like constructs. It had a pair of rapidly flapping wings, and a series of limbs that each glowed with a faint red light. That sphere halted in it's flight and each of the six limbs began to pulse, rapidly building up to a series of bolts of electricity that arced outwards towards the hero, if they hit they would be much like a taser.
As for the other metal sphere it took a different shape, forming into what would seem a lot like a metal dragon. Silver scales gleamed in the streetlights and as the arm sized creature closed with the hero it opened it's mouth and spat a small stream of fire in his direction.
Elaine backed away as the creatures engaged until she bumped up against the back of the truck and the door that her construct had already weakened broke off and fell to the ground with a crash that made the scared young woman jump a bit in a moment of panic before remembering the next stage of her plan. Her hand reached for the metal of the fallen door as the third creature, the bug with the short ranged laser began to skitter across the ground towards the hero.
She was nervous. That really wasn't a surprise considering what she was about to be doing, but nonetheless the nerves were getting to her. She had tried to make sure she was prepared, finding out the route that the truck would be taking, planning out what she would need to animate to succeed. But it wasn't going the way she had planned already. Elaine had figured out the route, and timed the truck several times to make sure she knew exactly when the vehicle would be coming, but it was late now and she was growing concerned. And the layers of scarves wrapped around her face were itching something fierce. A slim hand, clad in a winter glove rose up to fiddle with the scarves, trying to make them itch less as she fidgeted.
The alleyway also stunk, it was too cold to be standing out here, she was already going to have a hard time finishing the paper that was due in a couple of days, and now the truck was late. There were a lot of reasons to abort but the young woman stayed in the alleyway, peering out around the corner periodically through her thick glasses as she waited. There were a lot of reasons to abort, but they were trumped by the simple fact that she needed the money.
Eventually the gleam of headlights and the silhouette of a large vehicle came into view and Elaine knew this had to be it. She took of her gloves off, wincing as the cold bit into her and slipped her pale hands into two of her coat's pockets to grab at two of fist sized metal spheres she had in them. Then with a brief moment of concentration the metal in her hands began to shudder and shift. She stepped out from the alleyway and threw the pair of spheres in the direction of the oncoming truck.
If this didn't work she wasn't going to have very long to regret it. The young woman dropped to her knees, and for a second she panicked as thoughts of failure flashed through her mind obscuring her mental image of what she needed. Her hands touched the ground and she forced an image to form as the ground began to ripple outwards from her hands.
At the same time the spheres she had thrown continued to shift, both morphing into strangely insect-like creatures of metal. At their front ends were hard points like battering rams, their backs included metal wings that buzzed and whirred as they propelled the creatures forwards into the vehicle. As they struck the front windshield the bulletproof glass shattered and the creatures almost instantly positioned themselves, razor sharp limbs pressing against the throats of the men who were supposed to keep the truck secure.
It was a few seconds later, and with not much time left to spare that the ground heaved upwards in front of the truck, briefly seeming to form into a shape not unlike a giant hand of concrete and asphalt, a hand that stopped the truck in a crash and scream of tormented metal before shattering itself. The two men in the front of the truck were not fit to do anything, and even if they had been the pair of bug like creatures were still in position.
Elaine scrambled back up to her feet, rubbing her hands together from the cold as she called out in a voice she was trying to keep from sounding too much like her normal one. "Don't move and you will be fine. I only want the money."
With that said the girl in the makeshift costume of scarves and a coat hurried around to the back of the truck and withdrawing a third metal sphere concentrated again. The sphere reshaped itself in moments, forming another creature, this one lacking wings, but with a series of long legs and a single large center of mass. She held it up to the door and the legs hooked onto it as the creature began to scuttle along the doorway, a bright beam of light blasting forth in a precise stream as it did so, cutting through the door bit by bit.
She had never thought this would go so well. She'd nearly fucked up horribly, forgetting the design she had planned to stop the truck, but everything else was working.
The alleyway also stunk, it was too cold to be standing out here, she was already going to have a hard time finishing the paper that was due in a couple of days, and now the truck was late. There were a lot of reasons to abort but the young woman stayed in the alleyway, peering out around the corner periodically through her thick glasses as she waited. There were a lot of reasons to abort, but they were trumped by the simple fact that she needed the money.
Eventually the gleam of headlights and the silhouette of a large vehicle came into view and Elaine knew this had to be it. She took of her gloves off, wincing as the cold bit into her and slipped her pale hands into two of her coat's pockets to grab at two of fist sized metal spheres she had in them. Then with a brief moment of concentration the metal in her hands began to shudder and shift. She stepped out from the alleyway and threw the pair of spheres in the direction of the oncoming truck.
If this didn't work she wasn't going to have very long to regret it. The young woman dropped to her knees, and for a second she panicked as thoughts of failure flashed through her mind obscuring her mental image of what she needed. Her hands touched the ground and she forced an image to form as the ground began to ripple outwards from her hands.
At the same time the spheres she had thrown continued to shift, both morphing into strangely insect-like creatures of metal. At their front ends were hard points like battering rams, their backs included metal wings that buzzed and whirred as they propelled the creatures forwards into the vehicle. As they struck the front windshield the bulletproof glass shattered and the creatures almost instantly positioned themselves, razor sharp limbs pressing against the throats of the men who were supposed to keep the truck secure.
It was a few seconds later, and with not much time left to spare that the ground heaved upwards in front of the truck, briefly seeming to form into a shape not unlike a giant hand of concrete and asphalt, a hand that stopped the truck in a crash and scream of tormented metal before shattering itself. The two men in the front of the truck were not fit to do anything, and even if they had been the pair of bug like creatures were still in position.
Elaine scrambled back up to her feet, rubbing her hands together from the cold as she called out in a voice she was trying to keep from sounding too much like her normal one. "Don't move and you will be fine. I only want the money."
With that said the girl in the makeshift costume of scarves and a coat hurried around to the back of the truck and withdrawing a third metal sphere concentrated again. The sphere reshaped itself in moments, forming another creature, this one lacking wings, but with a series of long legs and a single large center of mass. She held it up to the door and the legs hooked onto it as the creature began to scuttle along the doorway, a bright beam of light blasting forth in a precise stream as it did so, cutting through the door bit by bit.
She had never thought this would go so well. She'd nearly fucked up horribly, forgetting the design she had planned to stop the truck, but everything else was working.
Character you have created: Elaine Ward
Alias: _____
Speech Color:
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: There are many types of people in this world, and many that you would expect to see make the decision to adopt a life of villainy. Elaine is not really one of those people. She does not have a particularly forceful personality, or the driving will that is so common there. She is rather indecisive, and prone to second guessing herself. She actually is quite intelligent and her plans tend to be well put together, but her own lack of confidence has been one of her biggest enemies in her life so far and it only stands to reason that it will continue to be problematic for her in costume as well. Elaine is also at times almost painfully shy. Now these together do not seem to make a super-villain, but anyone can be pushed to the edge and the feeling that you are against a wall is a pretty good motivator. Her life is falling apart around her and she sees this as the only way.
Uniform/costume:
Elaine is of roughly average size and has a rather slight build. She stands 5'6 tall, and weighs in about 120 pounds. Her hair is almost pure white in color, as is her skin, and her eyes are a pale blue that almost seem to lack any color whatsoever. She is badly nearsighted and so wears a thick pair of glasses nearly all of the time. Her hair is long and she doesn't normally style it much.
At the moment Elaine's 'costume' is rather pitiful, though it will not be pitiful for long. Currently it is composed of several several winter scarves wrapped around her head and face, an old surplus grey trench coat that she bought from a used clothing store, winter gloves, and heavy grey pants. Her hair is bundled up inside of the scarves so that it can't be grabbed and pulled on and her glasses make it so that her eyes at least always have to be somewhat free. Due to her current lack of intentions to pursue a life of crime and her current goal of using her powers in this way only the once to get money she hasn't exactly invested heavily in the costume.
Her first real costume will detailed here when she has it.
Origin Info/Details: There really isn't all that much of a story to tell in regards to Elaine's origin story, likely because so little of her story has actually been told thus far, after all she is yet to actually use her powers in more than an idle fashion. Still there are some things to discuss. Elaine was born approximately 22 years ago to a lower middle class family. She was the third child and the lower middle class bracket for her family while somewhat comfortable was not really a safety net.
School was not a particularly pleasant experience for her as she did have a rather distinctive look, and that paired with her intelligence and awkwardness with the other people helped contribute to a lack of friends and a tendency to be picked on. Despite the difficulties she managed to do well and escaped into college, leaving her family behind and moving to a place where no one knew her. Of course things really didn't go the way she had planned. There was no true fresh start and she had difficulties at her new home as well.
Still she did alright for herself, making it through her first year and a half without failing out. It was a few months ago that disaster struck. Her mother and father died in a car accident, and while she was never close to them, they had been paying most of the bills. They left little behind and her ability to pay for her education rapidly vanished. While she was able to scrape up enough to pay for the semester that has already started, all the other bills are coming up and she has no real answer to them.
Hero Type (Select one):
Other
Power Level (Select one below):
Street to City at this point, could become world eventually.
Powers:
Elaine has the power to animate inanimate objects at a touch and shape them into temporarily animate constructs that serve her will. Her power only applies through direct physical contact with her skin, and is most often channeled through her hands though it could theoretically be channeled through any other part of her as well. Her constructs can possess powers of their own, though typically only simple ones that relate to the shapes that they take. A construct that resembles a dragon for example could feasibly have the ability to breath fire or fly. She has control over the process of formation and when she initially creates something the resulting creation is based on a mental blueprint. The more time she has had to perfect the mental blueprint the better build the construct will be. She can store the blueprints in her mind and can create without one, but creations made up on the spot tend to decay very quickly and have glaring flaws. Finally the larger a construct is the shorter the period of time that it will last as a rule. Returning to physical contact with her keeps a construct from decaying and renews its lifespan.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human currently
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human currently
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human currently
Agility: Normal Human currently
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses:----
Supporting Characters:
To be added as they appear.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes
Sample Post:
She was nervous. That really wasn't a surprise considering what she was about to be doing, but nonetheless the nerves were getting to her. She had tried to make sure she was prepared, finding out the route that the truck would be taking, planning out what she would need to animate to succeed. But it wasn't going the way she had planned already. Elaine had figured out the route, and timed the truck several times to make sure she knew exactly when the vehicle would be coming, but it was late now and she was growing concerned. And the layers of scarves wrapped around her face were itching something fierce. A slim hand, clad in a winter glove rose up to fiddle with the scarves, trying to make them itch less as she fidgeted.
The alleyway also stunk, it was too cold to be standing out here, she was already going to have a hard time finishing the paper that was due in a couple of days, and now the truck was late. There were a lot of reasons to abort but the young woman stayed in the alleyway, peering out around the corner periodically through her thick glasses as she waited. There were a lot of reasons to abort, but they were trumped by the simple fact that she needed the money.
Eventually the gleam of headlights and the silhouette of a large vehicle came into view and Elaine knew this had to be it. She took of her gloves off, wincing as the cold bit into her and slipped her pale hands into two of her coat's pockets to grab at two of fist sized metal spheres she had in them. Then with a brief moment of concentration the metal in her hands began to shudder and shift. She stepped out from the alleyway and threw the pair of spheres in the direction of the oncoming truck.
If this didn't work she wasn't going to have very long to regret it. The young woman dropped to her knees, and for a second she panicked as thoughts of failure flashed through her mind obscuring her mental image of what she needed. Her hands touched the ground and she forced an image to form as the ground began to ripple outwards from her hands.
At the same time the spheres she had thrown continued to shift, both morphing into strangely insect-like creatures of metal. At their front ends were hard points like battering rams, their backs included metal wings that buzzed and whirred as they propelled the creatures forwards into the vehicle. As they struck the front windshield the bulletproof glass shattered and the creatures almost instantly positioned themselves, razor sharp limbs pressing against the throats of the men who were supposed to keep the truck secure.
It was a few seconds later, and with not much time left to spare that the ground heaved upwards in front of the truck, briefly seeming to form into a shape not unlike a giant hand of concrete and asphalt, a hand that stopped the truck in a crash and scream of tormented metal before shattering itself. The two men in the front of the truck were not fit to do anything, and even if they had been the pair of bug like creatures were still in position.
Elaine scrambled back up to her feet, rubbing her hands together from the cold as she called out in a voice she was trying to keep from sounding too much like her normal one. "Don't move and you will be fine. I only want the money."
With that said the girl in the makeshift costume of scarves and a coat hurried around to the back of the truck and withdrawing a third metal sphere concentrated again. The sphere reshaped itself in moments, forming another creature, this one lacking wings, but with a series of long legs and a single large center of mass. She held it up to the door and the legs hooked onto it as the creature began to scuttle along the doorway, a bright beam of light blasting forth in a precise stream as it did so, cutting through the door bit by bit.
She had never thought this would go so well. She'd nearly fucked up horribly, forgetting the design she had planned to stop the truck, but everything else was working.
Alias: _____
Speech Color:
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: There are many types of people in this world, and many that you would expect to see make the decision to adopt a life of villainy. Elaine is not really one of those people. She does not have a particularly forceful personality, or the driving will that is so common there. She is rather indecisive, and prone to second guessing herself. She actually is quite intelligent and her plans tend to be well put together, but her own lack of confidence has been one of her biggest enemies in her life so far and it only stands to reason that it will continue to be problematic for her in costume as well. Elaine is also at times almost painfully shy. Now these together do not seem to make a super-villain, but anyone can be pushed to the edge and the feeling that you are against a wall is a pretty good motivator. Her life is falling apart around her and she sees this as the only way.
Uniform/costume:
Elaine is of roughly average size and has a rather slight build. She stands 5'6 tall, and weighs in about 120 pounds. Her hair is almost pure white in color, as is her skin, and her eyes are a pale blue that almost seem to lack any color whatsoever. She is badly nearsighted and so wears a thick pair of glasses nearly all of the time. Her hair is long and she doesn't normally style it much.
At the moment Elaine's 'costume' is rather pitiful, though it will not be pitiful for long. Currently it is composed of several several winter scarves wrapped around her head and face, an old surplus grey trench coat that she bought from a used clothing store, winter gloves, and heavy grey pants. Her hair is bundled up inside of the scarves so that it can't be grabbed and pulled on and her glasses make it so that her eyes at least always have to be somewhat free. Due to her current lack of intentions to pursue a life of crime and her current goal of using her powers in this way only the once to get money she hasn't exactly invested heavily in the costume.
Her first real costume will detailed here when she has it.
Origin Info/Details: There really isn't all that much of a story to tell in regards to Elaine's origin story, likely because so little of her story has actually been told thus far, after all she is yet to actually use her powers in more than an idle fashion. Still there are some things to discuss. Elaine was born approximately 22 years ago to a lower middle class family. She was the third child and the lower middle class bracket for her family while somewhat comfortable was not really a safety net.
School was not a particularly pleasant experience for her as she did have a rather distinctive look, and that paired with her intelligence and awkwardness with the other people helped contribute to a lack of friends and a tendency to be picked on. Despite the difficulties she managed to do well and escaped into college, leaving her family behind and moving to a place where no one knew her. Of course things really didn't go the way she had planned. There was no true fresh start and she had difficulties at her new home as well.
Still she did alright for herself, making it through her first year and a half without failing out. It was a few months ago that disaster struck. Her mother and father died in a car accident, and while she was never close to them, they had been paying most of the bills. They left little behind and her ability to pay for her education rapidly vanished. While she was able to scrape up enough to pay for the semester that has already started, all the other bills are coming up and she has no real answer to them.
Hero Type (Select one):
Other
Power Level (Select one below):
Street to City at this point, could become world eventually.
Powers:
Elaine has the power to animate inanimate objects at a touch and shape them into temporarily animate constructs that serve her will. Her power only applies through direct physical contact with her skin, and is most often channeled through her hands though it could theoretically be channeled through any other part of her as well. Her constructs can possess powers of their own, though typically only simple ones that relate to the shapes that they take. A construct that resembles a dragon for example could feasibly have the ability to breath fire or fly. She has control over the process of formation and when she initially creates something the resulting creation is based on a mental blueprint. The more time she has had to perfect the mental blueprint the better build the construct will be. She can store the blueprints in her mind and can create without one, but creations made up on the spot tend to decay very quickly and have glaring flaws. Finally the larger a construct is the shorter the period of time that it will last as a rule. Returning to physical contact with her keeps a construct from decaying and renews its lifespan.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human currently
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human currently
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human currently
Agility: Normal Human currently
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses:----
Supporting Characters:
To be added as they appear.
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Sample Post:
She was nervous. That really wasn't a surprise considering what she was about to be doing, but nonetheless the nerves were getting to her. She had tried to make sure she was prepared, finding out the route that the truck would be taking, planning out what she would need to animate to succeed. But it wasn't going the way she had planned already. Elaine had figured out the route, and timed the truck several times to make sure she knew exactly when the vehicle would be coming, but it was late now and she was growing concerned. And the layers of scarves wrapped around her face were itching something fierce. A slim hand, clad in a winter glove rose up to fiddle with the scarves, trying to make them itch less as she fidgeted.
The alleyway also stunk, it was too cold to be standing out here, she was already going to have a hard time finishing the paper that was due in a couple of days, and now the truck was late. There were a lot of reasons to abort but the young woman stayed in the alleyway, peering out around the corner periodically through her thick glasses as she waited. There were a lot of reasons to abort, but they were trumped by the simple fact that she needed the money.
Eventually the gleam of headlights and the silhouette of a large vehicle came into view and Elaine knew this had to be it. She took of her gloves off, wincing as the cold bit into her and slipped her pale hands into two of her coat's pockets to grab at two of fist sized metal spheres she had in them. Then with a brief moment of concentration the metal in her hands began to shudder and shift. She stepped out from the alleyway and threw the pair of spheres in the direction of the oncoming truck.
If this didn't work she wasn't going to have very long to regret it. The young woman dropped to her knees, and for a second she panicked as thoughts of failure flashed through her mind obscuring her mental image of what she needed. Her hands touched the ground and she forced an image to form as the ground began to ripple outwards from her hands.
At the same time the spheres she had thrown continued to shift, both morphing into strangely insect-like creatures of metal. At their front ends were hard points like battering rams, their backs included metal wings that buzzed and whirred as they propelled the creatures forwards into the vehicle. As they struck the front windshield the bulletproof glass shattered and the creatures almost instantly positioned themselves, razor sharp limbs pressing against the throats of the men who were supposed to keep the truck secure.
It was a few seconds later, and with not much time left to spare that the ground heaved upwards in front of the truck, briefly seeming to form into a shape not unlike a giant hand of concrete and asphalt, a hand that stopped the truck in a crash and scream of tormented metal before shattering itself. The two men in the front of the truck were not fit to do anything, and even if they had been the pair of bug like creatures were still in position.
Elaine scrambled back up to her feet, rubbing her hands together from the cold as she called out in a voice she was trying to keep from sounding too much like her normal one. "Don't move and you will be fine. I only want the money."
With that said the girl in the makeshift costume of scarves and a coat hurried around to the back of the truck and withdrawing a third metal sphere concentrated again. The sphere reshaped itself in moments, forming another creature, this one lacking wings, but with a series of long legs and a single large center of mass. She held it up to the door and the legs hooked onto it as the creature began to scuttle along the doorway, a bright beam of light blasting forth in a precise stream as it did so, cutting through the door bit by bit.
She had never thought this would go so well. She'd nearly fucked up horribly, forgetting the design she had planned to stop the truck, but everything else was working.
I will be working with palindromatic on a post. It has been delayed slightly since I was moving into my new apartment the last few days. Sorry for the delay
I was expecting for her to personally come for the recruiting, not attempt a summons. My character would not answer a summons, she will have to come to his place in person.
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