Reaper

Tempest Comics-Insurrection

I'm going to take Drakel's advice and not play Rachel here, instead I'm creating a different character:

利秀荣

Name: "Lily" Li Xiurong (Beautiful Glory)
Hero Name: Saphira
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Mutant)
Appearance:


Powers:
Dragon Mutation - Lily has superhuman strength, agility and endurance due to the genetic mutation within her. She is also immune to fire, and to some extent cold - while freezing her isn't lethal to her physiology, it still places her in suspended animation. The skin on her back has been replaced entirely with tough scales, hard enough to withstand most bullets. The rest of her skin, while tough, doesn't have the same hardness or protective ability. It will at best, shield her from human blows. She is able to breathe fire and ice as well as project them from any part of her body.

Transformation - Lily can also transform into a dragon the size of two or three buses. She is slower and a lot more obvious, is able to fly, and is fully covered in the bulletproof scales. Partial transformation, while tiring, is possible as long as she limits to one body part - wings, or arms only, etc.

Skills:
- Skilled in Baijiquan
- Genetics expert
- Computer and tech savvy

Weapons:
None but her fists

Gear:
A high end tablet she designed herself

Personality:
Lily is a kind and compassionate woman, though she is no pushover. She doesn't respond well to threats and has a mistrust for anyone in a position of power or wealth. She dislikes violence and bloodshed but will not shy away from it when threatened. Suspicious of strangers and always careful to keep a low profile (as far as her true identity is concerned), Lily avoids going out in public as much as she can unless some trouble demands her attention.

Pious and loyal, she has a strong belief in returning favours when they are rendered to her. The smallest gesture of kindness towards her while she is in need often earns points with her, though this doesn't mean she is naive - those who try to manipulate her goodwill and kindness often find themselves facing a dragon's temper.

Lily is sensitive about the scales on her back due to her mutation - she always hides it and anyone who peeks on her and finds it often finds themselves eating her fist. It is a great sign of trust from her should she allow one to view them and to date none have had the honour. Thus she is also always careful to never let anyone touch her back unless she is wearing clothing that would hide the fact.

Background:

Lily was always a bright child, and got recruited into a research lab due to her excellent results and exceptional intelligence. She was working on understanding rare animal breeds and how their genes or traits could be applied medically and scientifically to help cure illnesses or improve the human body. She helping to usher in a new age of human prosperity and was certain she might be able to even cure cancer.

That was things all went horribly wrong. Some of the lab's research was going towards making better soldiers, and improving their physical ability in the field. Somehow, some very powerful criminal ring had gotten wind of it and sought to steal the research and perhaps use it for themselves or sell it on the black market. They broke into the lab on the night Lily was running trials on the gene sequence and when the men broke in, spotting her, they opened fire. Her quick reflexes brought her to the floor before the bullets could hit her, but they managed to damage the testing equipment and tripped the alarm.

The men bolted but not before tossing a grenade into the room hoping to destroy the evidence with her inside it. All Lily remembered was a fireball erupting out of the machinery and engulfing her, before waking up in the hospital. It seemed that the explosion had exposed her to the genetic material she was working with and it somehow bonded with her body, turning her into some sort of dragon-human hybrid mutant. The doctors were curious and the rest just wanted to understand the process that transformed her - they wanted to turn her into their guinea pig. Fearing for her safety, Lily escaped and went off the grid, on the run from the people who would make a weapon out of her.

Other: Lily currently operates out of a convent's basement.

GRAND COUNCIL

^ This is what I initially came up with, I'm fine with making edits if you feel she's too OP (I personally don't think so)

Tempest Comics-Insurrection

Alpha Team, objective completed.

Bravo Team, enemies dead.

Charlie Team, cleaning up and heading home.

Zilla smiled as she received updates of all the squads she had sent out. So far, only two men had been injured. They were all highly trained, some of them even superhuman themselves, so that was no surprise. Those who weren't so naturally blessed proved their skill in sparring matches against her on occasion. There was no reason why these men would fail against a bunch of gangsters who only had pistols and suits.

She was on her way to her objective herself, riding on her motorcycle. It was black, much like the rest of her outfit and armour. Its engine was virtually silent and packed a lot of horsepower, another impressive technology from Blackburn Enterprises. Jon Falcone was at his nightclub, no doubt meeting with his lieutenants and discussing more business. Zilla refrained from using that term - he was an extortionist and his money was dirty. There was no honour or integrity in the coin he had earned. He was everything she despised in the people that placed themselves on her level.

In her getup, she drew much attention. The bouncer at the line raised an eyebrow and blocked the door so she couldn't enter. She grabbed his shirt and threw him aside casually, before he could even react. She turned to the rest of the guests waiting in line. "I suggest you find somewhere else to party." She warned, before drawing her sword and breaking the glass entrance with it. Those closest to it took one look and escaped with cries of shock and fear. The rest were oblivious due to the loud music but the commotion soon spread through the club and the innocent clubbers left hurriedly.

Now it was just her and Falcone's men. They all rushed up to surround her as the club was finally empty of civilians. Even they were not so stupid to draw too much police attention. Falcone and his men would get off scot free if they roughed up some punk who barged in and vandalised the place, if they drew guns and killed innocent bystanders, that was another matter entirely.

"Who the fuck are you, tough guy?" One of Falcone's lieutenants challenged, obviously thinking he had the upperhand. "You march in here with a sword? You must be fucking stupid. You just brought the knife to a gunfight, punk."

Men were so willing believe their opponent was another man. She appeared rather androgynous in her armour, so if everyone was out looking for a male shadowbending assassin, who was she to clue them in? She simply smirked. "You must be pretty fucking stupid yourself to ask someone wearing a mask who they are. Besides, bringing a knife to a gunfight is only an insult if I lose."

"We've got guns!"

"No, what you have are bullets. Pray they kill me before your guns are empty." Zilla answered with a sneer as the men cocked their guns and the order to shoot was given. The guns exploded in a roar of gunfire as the a smoke from the gun barrels and the dirt kicked up by the concrete behind her getting smashed obscured their view of her. If they were able to see clearly, they would see that she had transformed into a shadow and their bullets were phasing through her as if she wasn't there. When they emptied their guns and the smoke cleared, a few of them faltered and stumbled backwards to see that she was unharmed.

"My turn." Zilla's smile was sinister as sadistic as she rushed straight for the lieutenant in front of her, while the other mens' shadows sprung up and stabbed their owners from behind. The lieutenant could watch the slaughter in horror before Zilla ran her blade through his gut.

Falcone was crawling back, his legs having given way. "Please... please... what the hell are you?"

Zilla stopped short and flashed her dangerous smile again. "A woman. You know what they say about a woman scorned." Zilla didn't bother to reply before she had her shadows restrain Falcone and pin him against the wall. She snapped off three chair legs and carved out a cross from the wall. The man's eyes widened in horror as it dawned on him what she was about to do.

"The Romans crucified those acted against the public good." She commented, before nailing Falcone by the wrists and feet. "Farewell, Falcone."

There had been people whispering of a Dark Knight going about punishing high-profile criminals, and the police commissioner had been denying those claims. There was no way he could after tonight. Zilla walked right back outside and got on her bike, just as several police cars started coming towards her. No doubt some of the clubbers she had chased off had called them. They were getting faster in their response. Zilla paused long enough for them to get a proper look and confirm this "Dark Knight's" existence, before she revved her bike and rode off into the night, evading them entirely.

The Fourth Blight {Irell Starling x Reaper}

Thea glared at the templar as she entered. It was clear the templar had been misled to think she was a child. The way this McKarth looked at her and the way her body screamed her irritation was not lost on the mage. "I am neither a child nor invisible, templar." She practically hissed. The way she had been ignored was not lost on her, neither was the fact that the man accompanying the templar was Tranquil. Even among the Dalish they had tales of how barbaric the Chantry's practices were - if a mage was lost to demons, the Dalish would assemble their hunters and hunt down the abomination with respect and dread. No matter the monster they had become, they were once part of the clan and deserved every bit of dignity, as well as their right to a proper burial. To remove one's emotions and connection to the Fade... It was a fate worse than death, equivalent to losing one's soul.

"I see you make no attempt to hide your barbarism against mages nor do you have any qualms about using them as threats." Thea spoke up again. "If I don't come quietly, is that what you will do? Attempt to take away my very soul? Yet your Chantry wonders why the elves would seek out the Dalish rather than hand their children over to your Circle, or why your mages would flee or turn apostates rather than live under your thumb." She turned to the Keeper.

"Keeper, do not let me go with them. It is plain what they wish to do with me." She begged, a tinge of fear in her voice. The Tranquil were unable to cast magic, so there was no reason for the man to be here other than as a reminder or threat to Thea regarding her fate. The Keeper sighed.

"I must admit, Ser McKarth, that I did not expect you to bring a Tranquil and insult a member of clan so." He spoke, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. "When your men demanded we hand Thea over, we made no quarrel except to request a few days to bid her farewell as we would for one of our own. She is like a daughter to me and were it not for the thinly veiled threat that you would march an army here to capture her, I would never have parted with her. Yet you bring this abomination before us... I expected that you would at least show us the same respect we have shown you."

RWBY (Original RP) Weiss Schnee and Reaper

Okay sure! Feel free to post first! I'm a little busy >.>

Tempest Comics-Insurrection

RumikoOhara said

That's fun.

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

I'm just waiting on a Grizel post but I assume Roxas would be able to catch up anyway.

The Fourth Blight {Irell Starling x Reaper}

Sure. Go ahead!

RWBY (Original RP) Weiss Schnee and Reaper

Alright then,where do you want to start? At the initiation, on the airship to Beacon, before that?

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

Daiki laughed and entered the Beacon Buffet with Grizel. "Mm, food." He almost purred as all the different aroma of different dishes hit his nose. Curious, he turned to Grizel and asked, "I don't suppose you have the sense of smell as good as a wolf, do you? Could you identify every dish her? Just curious."

Young Justice: Covert Ops

Exactly.