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St. Tarasque, the Punch Saint

Name
Samantha Lee

Hero Name
St. Tarasque

Nicknames
Punch Saint

Gender
Female

Age
24

Date of Birth
June 6

Physique
At 5'8", Samantha has the body of a gymnast, complete with flexible and powerful limbs as well as a thin body with well-balanced muscles. Her long, pale dark-blue hair is worn in a thin braid.

Blood Type
O-

Occupation
Hero

Side
Hero

Affiliation
H.E.R.O.

Tier
C

Personality
Samantha is quite cheerful and easygoing, always finding an excuse to smile and have others join in. She is also not afraid to walk up to someone and ask for the time just to strike up a conversation. Samantha is very caring as well, quick to be one of the first few to step forward and lend a hand to someone in need. She is willing to do what is right and just, even if it means doing things that others would disapprove of.

Backstory
Born in the countryside, Samantha led a very simple life in the beginning. Interacting with neighbors and helping with farmwork was a daily routine, and she was not busy, she would run around and play with the other kids. She had always been able to keep up with even the adults, always having energy to work and play, the only times she stops is when she eats and sleeps. She did eat quite a lot, too, making her friends and family wonder just where she was putting it all.

She first discovered her power when she was 10, when she fell down and got a nasty scrape on her knee while playing tag with a group of kids. As she said the "pain pain go away" kid's melody, the wound began to close up until it disappeared entirely. From then on, whenever anyone got a bad injury, they were quickly brought to Samantha so she could heal it up, which also helped to train her power. Her parents, meanwhile, worked to gather up enough money to allow her to move out into the big city, where they hoped she could do some good for the rest of the world.

After Samantha came of age and moved away from the countryside, she was a little overwhelmed by how different the city was from the familiar fields of green and small houses she was used to seeing. It took her a while to get used to life there, but she eventually found work as a Hero and trained to become St. Tarasque, the Punch Saint.

Power
Rejuvenation: Samantha revitalizes cells, restoring them to a healthier status, and purges the body of unnatural entities. This process can be used for extended periods of time, and can be used on herself as well as other organic targets, both human and nonhuman. However, the target must be living for her power to work on them. Samantha has been using it on herself for so long that it's become a passive ability to her.

• Healing: Obviously, an ability like this has a branch in the ability to heal. Wounds and injuries are mended as if they had never happened (degrees of healing may vary depending on the age of the wound.) Poisons and diseases are not so easy to heal, but they too will be worked out of a body in time. Isolonic gas is no exception, even on her own body.
• Stamina restoration: As long as Samantha is touching someone, their stamina will be restored as well. This ability also works on herself, allowing her to surpass the limits of any normal human's endurance. To compensate, however, her body needs a lot more energy, requiring her to consume more calories and other essentials.

Samantha is remarkably acrobatic, and uses this skill to great effect to quickly evade and subdue her opponents. She also possesses a pair of studded gauntlets and long greaves, both outfitted with hidden blades that can pop out with a strong button press.

OTHER: Samantha is absolutely terrible with technology, and can barely understand how to push the "on" button or dial a phone number.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

As the week passed, Rumi had gotten to work renovating his workshop in Polamor Inc. Extra space was dug out and outfitted with plenty of high-tech machinery and gadgets. The testing chamber was also upgraded, with new wall panels made of highly resistant material and more automatons to function as both test dummies and janitors. Currently, Rumi was at a workshop table, fiddling with the inside of a gauntlet, using a precision screwdriver to slide in a panel through some wires. Once finished, he then held the screwdriver up in the air, ordering, "Tweezers." A hole opened up within the nearby wall, and two metal appendages extended from it, one of which was holding a pair of bent needle nose tweezers. The other plucked the screwdriver away from Rumi's hand, while the other placed the tweezers in it, and both retracted back into the wall. With the tweezers, Rumi then began to carefully place wires within the gauntlet into their respective sockets and around screws. It was a slow process, and he could've just used his nanomachines to quicken it, but Rumi enjoyed the feeling of using his own hands for such tasks, immersing himself in the challenge. After all, if everything was made easy, then it would quickly bore Rumi.

Rumi slid a metal panel over the circuitry after he was done, letting out a content sigh. He flipped it once in the air, then set it down onto the table. A beep sounded off near the entrance, the security device alerting Rumi of someone coming down the stairs to his workshop. Soon after, Chris came barging through the door, slightly out of breath while holding a tablet. At this point, all of Rumi's attention was on him. Chris had never rushed to Rumi before, which meant whatever had happened was pretty serious. "Sir," Chris panted, extending the tablet towards Rumi. "You have to see this."

"Alright, let's see what we got," Rumi said, taking the tablet to look at the screen. It was a news article, with the headline titled, "HERO done for? EAGLES swoop in!" As Rumi continued to swipe up to read the article, his brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend just what this drivel was. Powers retiring? The former Wings of Law forming a new hero organization? Something about Patricia Donnelly being a mass murderer... and a majority of the Gang being accused as her accomplices, Rumi himself included. He played the attached video of Seraph, which confirmed much of the information on the article itself.

"This is ridiculous," Rumi concluded, handing the tablet back to Chris. "We'll need to take action."

"So what, exactly, are we doing to get out of this situation?" Chris asked.

As Rumi began to meander around his workshop, picking up various gadgets and discarding the ones of no use, Rumi answered, "First, call our lawyers. Have them search for evidence and get them to dismiss the EAGLES' claims of me being an accomplice to Patricia's supposed crime. With any luck, it will also blow holes in their case entirely and may get them to retract their claims. We might also be able to sue them for slander, loss of profits, among other crimes, but that's a topic for another time. Second, spread the word to not do business with anyone affiliated with EAGLES. Polamor Inc. is still one of the largest suppliers of tech to HERO, and to Castleburg in general, after all. It was impossible to not interact with them when they were still the Wings of Law, being affiliated with HERO, but now that they're a separate entity, it'll be a bit easier. I'll need to make some calls of my own, see if some of my contacts can help ease up a bit of this chaos and hopefully get things to settle down quickly. I'll also be searching for information about Powers, see what happened to him. No way a man like him would just retire, and I don't even want to know what could have taken him down. Finally, gather the Gang. Have them find Patricia Donnelly. I may not have interacted with her much, but I doubt she's truly guilty of what the EAGLES are accusing her of. Even with her Siren ability, I don't think she's capable of the task. She wouldn't have been part of the Gang for so long if she was."

"I'll be right on it, sir," Chris said, making his way back outside, leaving Rumi alone again. He sighed, this time with frustration. He had predicted the Wings of Law to make a comeback, but Rumi hadn't expected them to play such a large hand. They were moving fast, and Rumi had to respond quickly if he and the gang were going to stabilize from all this chaos. Rumi then clapped twice, ordering, "Suit. Formal wear." A wall panel extended forward and flipped around, revealing a black three-piece suit and a pair of black shoes. A group of mechanical arms extended from behind the panel, which quickly helped Rumi change into the suit. After it was done, Rumi stepped out of his workshop, and out of his office. At the lobby, he was greeted with groups of news reporters and Heroes. Here we go... Rumi thought to himself as he stepped forward to face the horde.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

After the elevator ride up, Rumi had expected Nero to be expecting them with a big villain speech or a trap lying in wait. He had prepared a rectangular shield constructed from his nanobots as well. What he had not expected, however, was Nero already incapacitated. It seemed Grace had taken the initiative and dealt with the situation as best she could from her current position. However, she had more shocking news to deliver upon their arrival.

"A BLUE BOMB?!" Rumi exclaimed. Evidently, Seraph had invested far more into Nero than Rumi had expected, to have given Nero one of the latest and most efficient pieces of weaponry. After rushing over to the computer, Rumi began to extend his nanobots above the keyboard, forming 5 thin appendages to act as fingers. He opened a console window and began to familiarize himself with the systems, figuring out which commands the OS would accept. Then he proceeded to enter the necessary commands needed to shut down the blue bomb. Rumi let out a relieved sigh and reported, "Alright, the bomb's been deactivated. It's no longer an immediate threat." Rumi also began searching through any files the computer had for incriminating evidence to use against the Wings of law, as well as other important information worth recording.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

As the others began to tend to / carry Blake, Rumi moved on, examining a keycard reader near the door. He shook his head in disbelief; to think people would still be using outdated tech like keycards. They were ridiculously easy to overcome, usually by taking advantage of the magnetic stripe reader and gaining access of the information stored in it to gain the password needed to bypass it. That being said, though, Rumi did not have the tech needed to do so, as he had been stripped to only the bare essentials. What he needed was a bit more specialized.

Fortunately, it seemed the others had a bit more luck, as Brie and William had come from their trip to the bathhouse, and apparently had a run-in with some Swampjaws. Frankly, Rumi didn't care too much as long as they were unharmed, but it did make Rumi wonder what contingency plans Nero had once they broke in to rescue Grace and Eliza. Furthermore, with all the Leftovers in the movie set, it didn't seem like the Wings of Law were planning to help Nero once the authorities were alerted about this location's contents. He would most likely be scapegoated as a Leftover smuggler and tossed aside once everything was all said and done. Whatever this gang had gotten themselves into, it was a lot bigger than it seemed, but that was nothing new for them.

Taking the keycard from Brie, Rumi stared at it for second, then looked back at the keycard reader. Without a word, Rumi slid the keycard through it. He highly doubted there would be any traps behind the door, at least any technical types, and any Leftovers or such would easily be dealt with by the rest of the gang. Rumi himself would be protected enough by his suit to be able to get out of the way assuming any action would unfold.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

"Blake, don't, it's going to-" Rumi was about to warn Blake of the Vermile's behavior before it promptly bit Blake's other ankle. He sighed as Blake began to spew out a string of swear words while the leftover scampered away. "What am I even doing here, anyway...?" He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he placed a hand on his forehead. The ogres that had appeared to surround them were not helping either. It seemed the battle earlier had attracted them here, and now they were in somewhat dire straits. Blake had decided to respond to this by increasing his firepower, and quite literally at that. His heat was so intense it was forcing a reaction from his personal force field, and Rumi ushered the group away from Blake.

"Move, people, let's go!" Rumi said, taking a glance behind him to see that Blake had constructed a large bird made of pure flame, which he sent to dive bomb into the horde, wiping out a good chunk of the Ogres and forcing the rest to flee. Once Rumi confirmed there were no Ogres left in sight, he turned his attention to Blake. Rumi had a rough estimate of how much energy Blake had spent performing that move, and it was definitely no easy feat, especially with the Vermile's venom still in his system. Rumi knelt down and grabbed Blake's wrist, letting his nanotech suit's sensors determine his condition. There was still a pulse, which was good, but it was weak. The rest of his vitals weren't looking too hot either, confirming Rumi's suspicions. "Blake's alive, but otherwise out of commission. We can't expect him to perform a light show like that again in the near future," Rumi finally reported. "We're going to have to exercise a bit more caution now." Rumi stood back up and ordered, "Someone carry him. We can't leave him lying around here."

《 H. E. R. O. 》

"It's as good a plan as any," Rumi said to William, rolling up the map. "I'll try to keep Blake and Jamie out of too much trouble." Will clearly put some thought into it, dividing the group by familiarity between others for the most part and sending them to areas where they would thrive the best. After they split up, Blake found a TV screen which lit up, revealing Nero taunting them with the image of Grace being tortured. Fortunately, it seems Grace hadn't given up as she was still able to reveal the masterminds, the Wings of Law, as well as one of the ogres' weaknesses: overloading their senses. It wasn't much, but it was a start. A horde of ogres also appeared just around the corner, and Blake and Jamie went off to deal with them.

While the ogres were distracted, Rumi took the time to take inventory. "Right, let's see here..." Rumi said, raising his arms and pressing two buttons on either side of his glasses. He then went down and pressed a button on his belt. At once, a large number of Nanobots swarmed out from within it and his clothes, and they began to envelop Rumi, covering him from head to toe in a suit of chrome armor. A blue light also began to envelop him only to quickly fade away a second later. His facial area had no features save for a thin visor that glowed green. A series of icons and status bars flooded his hud before organizing themselves in his peripheral vision. Flexing his fingers, Rumi found it unsatisfactory compared to how much tech he usually carried, but he figured it would have to do for now. Rumi looked over at the TV that had shown Nero and proceeded to quickly dismantle it, using his nanobots to form the appropriate tools to take it off the wall and strip it for parts. Many bits of plastic and metal were discarded, while others were melted and bent together to create a pair of rods, which integrated themselves on each of Rumi's arms.

Much of Rumi's tech he had been carrying at the time had been confiscated by the Wings of Law, who were clearly thorough in their search, but it seemed like even they could not account for everything. That being said, though, all he had left was his backup suit and single power source, along with any other tech he could salvage from this roman set. Rumi ran off to catch up with Blake and Jamie, who had managed to lure the ogres into a nearby building and force it to collapse onto the horde. It was not a bad plan, but Rumi wondered if it would be enough against 20-something Ogres. There was no time for that thought, however, as Blake began to swear like a sailor, having been bitten by a Vermile. "Ooo, that's not good," Rumi remarked, taking a look at the wound. "Vermiles are venomous, but the venom itself is not strong enough to kill a human. That being said, though, you should probably get medical treatment on that thing soon."

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Rumi's eyes opened suddenly, and he pushed himself off the ground. His head swiveled from side to side as he attempted to regain his bearings. He had been lying on a stone floor, marble if he was not mistaken, which explained why he felt so sore and cold. All around him were the usual group of people he hung around with, either unconscious or slowly waking up. The decorations around him brought thoughts of Rome to his mind, which he thought was odd, but he quickly brushed the thought aside. He thought back to what had happened, and remembered the orange gas that had knocked them out. Rumi had thought it strange that there would be rain, despite the weather forecast predicting a low chance of it. Whether it was a coincidence or manipulated, Rumi couldn't say, but whatever the case, it had led to the ambush.

Just as Rumi decided to determine just what was going on, the screen flashed on and revealed the mastermind behind the show. Nero, a Roman-themed villain with a rather annoying ability to manipulate metal. At the very least, Nero was willing to reveal the location of their prison and its defenses, clearly too proud to conceal such details and confident that they could not overcome them. "No Blake, not 'odor', 'ogres', though I can't imagine their odor would be very nice either," Rumi corrected Blake as he followed him outside. "Anyway, the Lombardo’s Ogre is an A-minus class threat, a hulking beast of fat and muscle with the durability to match, and certainly not native to the Americas. Also, it travels in large packs, which means we may end up facing more than one at a time." This also raised the question of who managed to import them here, because Rumi highly doubted Nero was capable of doing so, but he decided not to mention this detail due to its insignificance to the current situation at hand.

Looking over Blake's shoulder at the map, Rumi gestured to him, saying, "Yeah, gimme that. I'll translate it." Rumi snatched the map from Blake's hands and examined it, muttering, "Vivamus, Moriendum Est... 'Let us live, we must die'..." The four locations marked on the map were curious to note, and Rumi also wondered what significance they held. A few of the heroes began to engage the Ogre that had appeared, but Rumi paid it little attention. He figured the more combat-oriented of them would be able to handle a single Ogre, and he would focus on his task. "Balineum translates to 'bath', which means there is certainly going to be something water-related there. The basilica is basically a type of church, though far more important than a mere church. The coliseum is self-explanatory. And the forum is the center of this movie set," Rumi explained. "Let's pick our destinations carefully. There may be more to this place than Nero has let on."

《 H. E. R. O. 》

@Hitman@KaijuBaragon

Rumi chuckled as he took another sip from his can of beer. He was rather alcohol intolerant, but was careful not to allow himself to get drunk from its influence. So far, his calculations were paying off. "Yes, the heroes of HERO do tend to be rather crude, but I think their recreational activities are a small price to pay for their work," Rumi shrugged. "But that's not to say their behavior is excusable." He would've said more, but was cut short by a sudden interruption.

"Hiii, Grace! And Rumi... Grace, I like your..." He seemed to have trouble finding the correct word, but quickly managed to utter, "Shirt... Yeah. Your shirt."

Rumi turned to see Tom having made his way to him and Grace, looking a bit intoxicated despite his attempts to appear sober. Rumi has to give him points for trying, even if it turned out to be a fruitless endeavor in Grace's eyes. As the spectacle unfolded, Rumi switched his beer can from his right to his left, freeing it from the can's chilly temperature. As Grace turned his attention to Rumi and leaned against him, he thought he felt his heart skip a beat, and couldn't help but let it show on his face for a second before composing himself. Looking at Tom, he tilted his head with a half-smile as he gave him a half-shrug with his right shoulder before returning his attention to Grace.

"Thanks, Grace. That means a lot, coming from you," Rumi said, placing his arm around Grace’s shoulder. "And you know, I did take a couple tours at UCNA. Their labs are great. Good quality equipment in high quantities, and most importantly, perfectly safe as long as you know what you're doing. But that safety does come at the cost of complexity. After all, that equipment is meant for teaching the basics, which is why labs like mine are more... personalized with technology that the general public can't access. Safety is valued, but sometimes experimentation and testing must come with a degree of danger to achieve results."

《 H. E. R. O. 》

@Hitman

Rumi stepped out of his car, having arrived at Blake's party. Having received an invitation, it was only natural he would come. After all, it's not like he really had any other plans. He obviously wasn't going to the Wings of Law party he had heard about, nor was he willing to spend another minute at his workshop. He said his greetings and cracked a few jokes to a few people as he slid in between the crowds, moving deeper into the lodge. Rumi saw Blake on the couch, very much intoxicated, and decided to leave him alone to his drunken ramblings. Rumi gave the Gizmo fellow an up and down look, taking note of the machinery he was using, but soon lost interest and moved on. Rumi snatched a beer can from a nearby cooler and cracked it open, taking a swig. It wasn't very good, but he decided to continue drinking it anyway.

Overall, the party was quite nice. Plenty of people for a nice atmosphere, plenty of food and drink as well, but Rumi came to relax. He wanted to spend some time with someone he knew for once, preferably someone who was decently intelligent and not drunk. As he walked, he glanced at a glass door, and quickly snapped back to get a better look. It was Grace. Finally, some intelligent conversation, Rumi thought as he slid the door open and made his way over.

"I dunno, I wouldn't put too much faith in the Wings of Law," Rumi replied, flashing a half smile at Grace. "They're definitely not as great as the news would have you believe."

《 H. E. R. O. 》

There was a knock at the door, followed by the door sliding open. Chris, Rumi's secretary, had come down to check on his boss, who was currently in the middle of using his nanomachines to solder two small components together before closing the compartment of the device he was working on. Rumi sat down heavily onto a nearby rolling chair and leaned back, massaging his temples. He had been Overclocking his brain for the past few days now, and it the stress of the strain was exhausting him greatly.

"Sir, perhaps you should take a break," Chris suggested. "Working for this long is taking a toll on your health."

"Don't worry, Chris, I know what I'm doing," Rumi tiredly reassured him, dismissing Chris's worries with a wave of his hand. "By my calculations, I can keep this up for at least 2-3 more days, but I don't really need that long. I'm done, anyway."

Chris took a look at what Rumi had been working on, and continued to voice more concerns, "Sir, are you sure it's a good idea to release that to the world? You of all people should know-"

"Yes, Chris, I am aware of the risk, but it's one I have to take," Rumi said. Rumi was planning on releasing his Microbots, the prototype to his Nanobots, to the world. "They'll be a nice benefit to the world. They can offer great improvement to many different industries, from construction to medicine and so much more. I've also included plenty of safeguards to prevent misuse. If anyone was planning to tamper with or reverse-engineer them with malicious intent, I'd be the first to know, and will act accordingly to disable them."

Rumi then voiced, "Pop up Window 436," and his table projected a window screen revealing a counter with the number of Microbots in existence. Rolling himself toward a machine with a plexiglass container at the bottom, Rumi slammed a big red button with the bottom of his fist. It then began to hum and glow as a small number of thin metal appendages dropped down and began to whir and buzz, soon creating a new Microbot. The counter on the screen then counted up by one. "I've hardwired these Microbots so they show up immediately as soon as they're created. They won't get past my sensors."

"Even so, there will be many attempts to bypass your safeguards, use them in ways even you haven't anticipated," Chris argued. "I believe you to be the smartest man in this country, if not the entire world, but you're still only one man."

"Not to worry, I thought of that too," Rumi said. "Even if someone got a hold of enough microbots to pose a threat, they'd still need enough power in their brain to be able to move them fast enough. I've already hardwired these Microbots to only be able to move up to 20-25 miles per hour. It'd take someone with serious brainpower, like me for example, to be able to move them any faster, and even then it won't be by much. Maybe an extra ten at most, give or take."

Chris was still skeptical, but he could see that Rumi had put a considerable amount of effort into modifying the original prototype to make it safe for commercial use. "I assume the patents and other necessary paperwork are ready, then?" Chris asked. "If your plan of expanding the business is to move forward, then I'm sure..."

"Ehh, the patents, sure. The rest, well, you're more than capable of handling that," Rumi responded as he raised a thumbs up.

"Well, this might be somewhat above my, uh... current paygrade," Chris suggested, a smirk visible on his face.

"Hmph. I suppose that's only fair," Rumi said, smiling back. "Fine, I'll make sure you'll get an appropriate raise, but you better do it, Chris."

"I won't fail you, sir. Never have in all my time spent with you," Chris smugly said as he walked out the door.

"Yeah, yeah," Rumi said.