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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira Riese:
PRT Headquarters

Tulpa extended her hand towards Epsilon, shaking it quickly without a firm grip. She smiled at the newly anointed Ward's words, her earlier self doubt momentarily forgotten; a true miracle.

"...when we get a free moment, would you like me to help you with your costume?"

Epsilon could have cried, absolutely stunned by the sincere and caring nature of the words spoken. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she could not have been more thankful for the mask. Epsilon simply nodded in response, resisting the urge to hug Tulpa and explain her whole life story. The drone's operator's words melded into the background, and so did any of the other words Tulpa had said. Oh god she had powers, wonderful, new, and interesting powers she could explore!

”For the sake of my allies I am restraining my burning fury...do not give me cause to loosen my grip, interloper!”

Oh god. Epsilon had let the nicest person she had met in a long time deal with Elliot. His power. . . Once you got past the archaic grandiose words he used, his power was. . . Just. . . Not everyone won the lottery, so to speak. Thinking about powers was never a happy affair though, because then Epsilon began thinking of her own power and the shortcomings associated with it. So far she had made a gun that indicated who was a parahuman and who wasn't. There was also a set of goggles that barely ever worked, and a work space that she could toggle powers off and on inside of. She hadn't made a single personalized product yet, and that was tearing Epsilon apart. She could feel it. Her power truly shined when she made something to directly improve someone else's power.

"Oh Snapple! Wards, with me! Decoy, there's trouble nearby, but we've got this!"

A breath escaped Epsilon's lips as she glanced over to Sonar, looking confused. He gestured to the elevator, and Epsilon looked quickly back at Tulpa before moving to follow Sonar's lead. The elevator it was then, as Epsilon never had a reason to stop trusting Sonar.

"Team, I'm really sorry to pull you around like this, but a high ranking member of The Community stepped into my hearing range and he's got a gang with him. I'm listening in on their plan, but only getting bits and pieces of it right now."

Epsilon's hesitant pace suddenly became purposeful as she took off, running to the elevator. Sonar gracefully held the door open, and Epsilon arrived before its first attempt to close. Truth be told her 'running' looked more than a little silly, as she wasn't used to extensive exercise. Despite that, the self defense training she had been receiving had been more than a little exhausting, and was definitely helping the endurance situation. Epsilon's breaths already were struggled as she turned around from the back of the elevator, and she quickly removed her mask in order to breath easier. Epsilon waited patiently for the others.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira Riese:
PRT Headquarters

"Tulpa? No. I'm my own parahuman, like you I'd presume, but unfortunately when you have no leg it's hard to actually *make* a difference in the world. The name is Overlook. Expert hacker and strategist. Glad to be in the presence of a similar individual for a change, it's really lonely where I am. You're good with that gun by the way."

Overlook. His name was Overlook and he was similar to Ira. But she wasn't an expert hacker, much less a strategist. She felt a bit more comfortable regardless, and visibly relaxed. Ira opened her mouth, but before she could speak the door to the range was kicked open.

"This is Sonar to Decoy. We've got an unauthorized breach in the shooting range. It appears to be some sort of small drone with a speaker system, engaged with Epsilon. The operator claims to be a parahuman going by the name-"

"Overlook, I am aware,"

Ira backed away from the drone quickly, not taking her eyes off of it. ”I didn't mean to- I didn't know. You know that this isn't my fault Decoy, I was- I was scared for my life.” She mumbled quickly, and lying on top of that. She hadn't been scared of Overlook, he seemed harmless, though she had been wary. Decoy had become a sort of father figure, a reassuring voice that was always present. Him, and the therapist had been able to help Ira feel some semblance of normal

"I detected the intrusion as soon as the drone had entered our ventilation system. Don't worry, I've already gotten into Overlook's systems. Kudos, by the way. You've got a really nice setup. I'd like to exchange notes..."

Ira suddenly walked forward, her gun suddenly in her hand without thinking. She leveled it and exhaled quietly as she prepared to shoot the drone out of the air.

"... Ruben."

Suddenly Martyr moved in front of her, and positioned himself in front of the drone. He seemed prepared to destroy it, his sword drawn and at the ready.

"Any funny stuff, any hidden weapons or EMPs or Parahuman-disablers, I'll smash the thing."

A breath escaped Ira's lips as she turned around, her gun sliding back into its holster. She walked towards. . . Tulpa, that was her name. Overlook had said it. She headed towards Tulpa and Messiah, her mask hiding the frown painted across her mouth. She waved slightly as she approached them, and said in a unnaturally happy tone. "Hey Tulpa, I'm Ir-Epsilon." She caught herself before saying her real name. I'm Epsilon right now, I'm Epsilon with the mask on, Ira with the mask off Epsilon thought to herself angrily, a bit more upset and unsettled because of it. God she felt like she was coming unhinged.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Read Sonar's power silly
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His powers include a supersonic scream, and the ability to hear all sounds within a half mile of his vicinity no matter how quiet or the obstacles. You might think that hearing everything in such a wide area would have driven him batshit crazy by now, but he seems to have coped pretty well with it.

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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira Riese:
PRT Headquarters

The shot echoed throughout the range, and Ira winced slightly before leveling her gun again. The recoil had been a bit more then she expected, but then again it always was. Ira eyed the target from afar, but was unable to see where she had hit. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, before she fired a second shot. Ira wasn't a marksmen, but she had been told she was a natural, though that was probably more for her self confidence than anything else.

"Hey... um... how're you doing my friend?"

Ira's turned her head sharply to the left, then right. ”Decoy. . .” She muttered, but realized quickly it didn't sound like him. She paused, putting her gun back into the holster, before seeing the drone out of the corner of her eye. She stumbled back, almost falling as she looked up at it. Her immediate reaction wasn't to reach for her gun, though it should have been. ”What. . . Who is that? Are you the new Ward's drone?”

Ira moved closer to the drone, though she didn't trust it. She glanced down at the gun on her thigh suddenly, decidedly not moving her hand to grab it. The drone was just so intriguing, not a marvel of engineering, but. . . Almost like the snake in the Garden of Eden. An intrusion in the paradise that was the PRT headquarters. The headquarters wasn't quite perfect, but it was safe. She started as she realized that the voice had been distinctly male, and the new Ward was a female. Ira moved her hand to the butt of her gun, thinking better of her earlier decision, though she didn't draw it.

@Banana

Zach Kozel:
Waiter(ing) and Superhero(ing)

"You knew the job was temporary when you signed up. Frankly you're not the most friendly and-"

"You don't understand. I need the money, I can barely keep a roof over my head as is and without this job. . ."

"I'm sorry kid, I really am. I hate doing this, but you gotta understand the position I'm in. I got three cooks to pay, not to mention the wait staff. I can't justify keeping you hired, even as a favor anymore."

"There's gotta be something I can do. Cut my hours, make me wash dishes, I don't care. I just really need the money right now, I'll even find another job first!"

A long sigh escaped the lips of the older man sitting across from Zach.

"Alright kid. I'm gonna cut your hours, but you'll still be a waiter. If you're friendly enough I'm sure you'll be able to get enough tips to cover the hours I'm cutting. I'll get back to you on your new schedule, but ya gotta take today off so I can set that up."

Zach nodded eagerly, smiling suddenly. "Thank you so much, sir." He said, his hopes raised again. The older man waved him off, and Zach left the restaurant hopeful for the future. As he passed by a group of black youths, his hand went to his wallet, making sure it was still there. He let out a breath when he felt its familiar presence, and continued walking towards home. He didn't have his baton, as he wasn't expecting to be attacked. He could sleep though, and then when night came he could don his baton and take on the corrupted underbelly of the city.

A breeze rippled against Zach's shirt and he smiled again, avoid the sadness that would come later. He still needed to acquire a job, and had to print out a resume or two on top of that. He glanced down at his shadow, and frowned at how lanky he was. Beating the collective asses of every smaller gang he could hadn't helped his physique much so far. He was just hoping, above all, that he was making a name for himself; whatever that name may be.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alrighty that changes my response, thank you~

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

How big is this drone @Banana? Give me some hard dimensions here~

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Ira the magnificent has appeared!

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira Riese:
PRT Headquarters

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we induct a new parahuman into the Wards program. I want you all to ensure that she feels welcome and taken care of. If you do not, I will not be happy."

The director spoke of being kind, and Ira didn't hear a word of it. The adults stood, and Ira hesitantly followed their lead. Inkscape spoke a few words more than the others, but left just as Ira called out, just quite enough that the others couldn't hear or didn't listen. "What about my session?" But he was gone and no response was had. She frowned beneath the porcelain mask, suddenly removing it from her face.

Ira's body armor was just tight enough to annoy her, the straps wearing against her skin and her nerves. She was wearing a black tank top over the body armor covering her chest, and tight pants over the armor covering her lower joints. She reached behind her back and adjusted the armor's Velcro. She did it slowly to be quiet, but the sound was still abrasive at best. As Ira fixed her body armor, the other Wards introduced themselves to the new girl. She had a nice figure, and Ira quickly looked her up and down, blushing slightly. Ira's hair fell into her face, and she quickly moved it. She put her mask back into place on her face, and felt it adjust to the contours of her face just the tiniest bit.

"Glad to meet ya! You already know me as Sonar, but as long as we're in these walls, you can call me Collin."

Ira decided she wasn't going to bother introducing herself immediately for two reasons. One: Ira had failed to produce anything useful as a Tinker and hardly felt useful as a team member because of it. At this point she was basically a glorified civilian, and God she needed that therapy session. Two: She hadn't heard the girls name because she had been too lost in her own thoughts. Ira glanced at the group again, and sighed quietly. She moved around the table to avoid the ensemble of bodies and started heading towards the training room. Might as well get good at shooting the gun she was provided to make herself useful. As she walked through the hallways, she thought about her costume. "I probably need a cloak to cover my body. It can obscure my figure more to make me appear more threatening, not to mention harder to shoot. The mask is a nice touch, though it is a bit effeminate. It looks more like I'm crying mascara than blood," She giggled to herself slightly, oblivious to her surroundings as she walked.

Distracting herself like this helped keep her derangement in check, and avoid that line of thinking. Namely that there was a new Ward with new powers to explore. Martyr's was interesting but at the same time her understanding of his power was at least a little bit flawed. She couldn't think of a way to improve it in the least, and it was wearing on her. Messiah was endlessly interesting, but just didn't have the words to make Ira understand. Plus she seemed to be always having her patience tested by the Oriental girl's endless questions. She hadn't been able to get Sonar alone to even start questioning him, and now she had to get the new girl to tell. . . Fuck. She had started thinking about it.

A bated breath escaped Ira's lips as she arrived at the training room. Her feet brought her to the range, and her hand moved up to her masks, before she thought better of it. If Ira was to be a superhero she needed to get used to shooting with it on. She pulled the gun out of the holster on her thigh, the piece feeling natural in her hands. Ira thumbed the release, and moved her hand to pull the magazine out. It was fully loaded, as expected, thought the bullets were rubber. She slid the magazine back into the modified m1911, and stared at it for a second. Ira had been told it wasn't the type of gun she was expected to carry, though the weight would help with the recoil. Its weight was almost comforting. Almost. The shooting range was empty, which was rare. It wasn't as long lengthwise as most ranges, but it did have four different stations. The range automatically moved targets into place, and replaced the paper targets once they were spent.

Ira hit the button beside her left arm, and let the target move into place at 20 meters. She leveled the gun, and moved her feet into the position she had been taught to take. Left foot forward, and leaning into the gun to prepare herself for the recoil. She thumbed the hammer back, and fired her first shot.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@ProProIt has been done.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira "Epsilon" Riese

Epsilon

Name:Ira Riese
Alias: Epsilon
Age: 16
Alignment: Hero
Loyalty: Ward
Appearance: Ira has a pretty standard build, standing at 5'3", though she's a bit on the chubbier side. She has semi muscular arms and legs, though that is just a side effect of her making things with her hands often. Her left arm is covered in scars, clearly from injecting methamphetamines, though she shows no signs of withdrawals. Her hair is a darker brown, and is almost always tied up in a red ponytail. Without said ponytail it stretches down to the top of her lower back.

She normally wears thinner t-shirts, and shorts, when the weather permits. She particularly enjoys the colors blue, yellow, and pastel green, as well as enjoying black as a base. Ira is Japanese and clearly shows it. So far as her costume, she hasn't need to use one in her month with the Wards. Her current costume is a set of body armor, and a porcelain mask, with only eye holes and no mouth.
History: Ira's mother and father immigrated from Japan to America shortly after Leviathan's attack on Japan. As they were one group of many immigrants they lived in relative poverty for most of Ira's life and a time before. Ira was born on March 29th 1989, at a time when Ira's mother and father were not particularly prepared for her arrival. They slaved away for most of their lives to make sure she survived and was well fed, always offering what they could to make sure she wouldn't have to live like they did. Ira's mother passed away because of breast cancer in 1997, and her father never truly recovered.

Trigger removed out of shame

Ira approached the PRT , and explained in great detail what had occurred. She was taken in as a Ward after they brought down the drug trafficking ring that Calamity had hosted, and was informed of her father's untimely death. They never went into detail, but instead told her he had overdosed at some point during her kidnapping. Even the PRT do not quite know what Ira's specialty's are (so far as being a tinker), though they have a good idea

Personality

Motivations: At this point Ira just wants to make a difference, and enjoy herself along the way. She enjoys making people smile, and genuinely cares for most of the people she comes in contact with.
Sexuality: Homosexual
Likes:

• Making people laugh
• Keeping things organized
• The piano

Dislikes:

• Unwarranted or unwanted affection
• Crowds
• People who reek of liquor

Derangement: Ira has a sort of unhealthy fascination when it comes to powers. She absolutely loves the idea of learning more about the parahumans around her and their specific powers. Call it a morbid curiosity considering her history with super powered individuals.

Parahumanism

Skills: Ira is a pretty good cook, great at recognizing the quality of drugs and liquor. She keeps her workshop clean, almost incessantly, and as such is very efficient when it comes to tidying things up.
Classification: Tinker and Trump
Details: Ira's power as a tinker is directly related to those around her. She can affect the parahumans around her to be either stronger or weaker, though the former is more difficult then the latter. The better she understands someone's power the better she can improve it. For example, knowing a mover can move fast doesn't help her that much, but understanding what it feels like will help her. On the other hand, nullifying someone's power is quite the simple feat for her, given the right materials. She can create devices that nullify individual powers, or, with lots of electricity and time, create zones of nullification.
Limitations: As per the Manton effect. Ira cannot directly improve herself. She can do small things like make herself more efficient, or make her better understand other people's powers. Unfortunately the closer it gets to directly improving her power the less information her passenger gives her.
Equipment:

• Scanner- A pair of bulky goggles that, after she has a basic understanding, illustrate a person's power. Though it doesn't show anything she doesn't already know, it is useful for getting a mental image. The appearance is that of welding goggles, but with a solid piece of plastic holding the adjustable band in the back steady. It is hastily spray painted gray, and has a couple circuits that go over top the skull, designed to not get tangled in Ira's hair. The device also displays whether or not someone is a parahuman at a distance, by overlaying their body with a green light to indicate they are a parahuman.
• Nullification orb: A small baseball-colored device, that disables powers upon activation in a 20ft radius. It has about a 2ft diameter
• Protectorate Communication Earpiece

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