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Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

O N B R E A K

_{Direct Interaction-
| Madcap (@Auragreedia) |}

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Madcap's energy is stressing Jet out.

"This is for all the new heroes! Some of us might be big, strong, and awesome; some of us might be dark, unknown, and badass... but we all follow the same rules. Save the day and look GOOD doing it!"

Not because he's doing, whatever- this is. It's the veneer on top. Like snow on a rocky surface. Each jump of energy a sign of something bigger underneath. He doesn't realize just how much it makes his skin crawl until Madcap launches into a speech. When he launches his fist into the air, Jet tenses. A treat was thrown at him yesterday. What does Madcap look like under the snow- is he always this upbeat? Surely that much heat would lead to burnout quick. When he moves to put a hand on his shoulder and one on Blackstar's, he begins calculating the exact pressure it would take to snap all of Madcap's fingers on both hands.

It'd be incredibly precise, but he could do it. Probably.

"I saw that stream. Freakin'. Awesome."

Dry mouthed- he chokes out "Thanks man." Jet stifles a laugh when Madcap arm covers his eyes. If anybody looks at him funny, he raises his hands in defense. Physical comedy is definitely his favorite.

When he speaks directly to Payback and Eclipse, Jet is holding his breath. After working with the pair yesterday, he has a bit more understanding of the kind of seriousness Eclipse and Payback exude. The beeping of the vending machine relaxes him- at least Eclipse is busy.

The meal he packed is in a leftovers container, spaghetti. He tosses it in the microwave for a quick zap, observing the people around him. When the vacant energy becomes too much, he starts washing the abandoned dishes in the sink. It's something to do other than watch Madcap do crunches. If someone approaches the sink he offers a friendly question, "so what's keeping you busy these days?"

After listening to their response, he offers his own answer. "I've been at the skate rink a lot recently, they have a magic the gathering club that meets there. It's a good balance of movement and keeping my brain busy." He's likely finished the dishes, and has ended up leaning against the sink, chewing on a thumbnail.

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_{Interactions
| James (@FourtyTwo) | Briefly: Fenomaman (@[Pragia12]) | Briefly: Blackstar (@cosmiccowgirl) |}

When it's his turn, he passes Blackstar in the hall. He smiles back at her, and enters James' office. Settling into the chair in front of his desk, he waves in a greeting as James jumps right into conversation.

"How are you getting on? And I mean, it seems like to me you ran in with the wrong crowd. Came back and suddenly hit the ground running as a hero. It seems easy for you, so, I guess the question is, why do you think it feels like such an easy switch?"

All the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. Jet isn't used to someone being this direct so quickly. In all of his other jobs, he worked for young adults just trying to stop being the manager at a Burger Czar because it was one of the only places that would hire him without job experience or a place to send the his hiring paperwork. This- was intimidating. "I don't know that I'd say it's easy- I feel like I've gotten some pretty straightforward dispatches so far? But I see i like any other job? Even being a villian was kind of a job? SDN is putting a roof over my head." He leans back to listen to James' evaluation of his last two dispatches.

This office is, stifling, but James seems to mean well so he pushes through. "Pyress didn't plan that raid very well, and flying is always cool. Doing the job is obviously the priority, but when falling with style is your power, I've just had to think outside the box a bit. Blackstar was the one who came up with the Bungee thing. She's the brains, I just work here." He raises his hands up and tries to offer a light hearted chuckle at the slightly dated reference.

Jet really takes a second to look at James before he continues. "We've got quite a team here- you think you'll be our dispatcher for long?"

After wrapping up- he stands up slowly and offers James a handshake. His father's teachings, still codified somewhere in his binary. He shuts an eye with a grimace when he realizes, playing it off like he's stiff from sitting, but he makes sure to give James smile before heading out the door. Fenomaman is next, and he just gives him a nod as he passes him in the hall. Instead of going back inside the break room, he heads down to the locker room, where he passes out on a bench for a few minutes before the next set of dispatches.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

F r e e f a l l

_{Cowritten with @cosmiccowgirl - Blackstar}

Jet’s a few minutes behind, and he’s a bit out of breath, so he bends over at the waist, breathing hard. “Just- a sec-” between heaves. When he’s finally recovered, he throws his trusty tennis ball up and flings it to the mark he’d calculated for safety. It’s about 20 feet below the top of his range, so it should be plenty safe. Next, he enlarges the mass of a few orbees to make them a just in case landing pad. They aren’t going to do a whole lot, but he can use the forces to maybe help in an emergency situation.

“Okay all set, take her up there,” he points to the tennis ball floating at around 480 ft above the ledge “and have her let go.” He then points down the cliff face to another ledge. “I’ll stand there, which will give us a total of about 800 ft to bungee her. My top range is 50ft for 500lbs in either direction, so we’re well within my parameters.”

He pinches his chin between his fingers, “I’ll calculate her to bounce back up to the tennis ball, so all I need you to do is catch her. If things aren’t going well, scream, and I’ll inflate the orbeez and throw my powers at keeping you both in the air until you can balance out”

“We got a plan?” He turns to look at Blackstar, for likely the first time since he started to explain. Then he looks at UltraGirl- “do you feel comfortable with this?”

“Yes! This is going to be such good footage!!” UltraGirl starts to dance a bit side to side while she confirms her gopro is attached to the front of her securely.

Blackstar nodded in agreement, giving him a thumbs-up. She was making sure to be extra conscious of the non-verbal gestures, especially since she was on camera.

Once the vlogger was prepped and ready, Alaine picked her up again – more of a toddler-carry situation that time, so it’d be easier for Ultragirl to let go and drop.

Up they went, a smooth ascent to the floating tennis ball – she wondered why he had a tennis ball on him – and Blackstar checked once more that Ultragirl was ready and cool with the idea. Then, just to make sure they were on the same page, she called down to Asteroid, “First drop!”

The vlogger let go and whooped excitedly as Blackstar let her fall, watching and waiting to see Asteroid work his magic.

When UltraGirl lets go, Asteroid feels the gravity around her intensify. He allows her to free fall, but begins to calculate the drag he’ll need to simulate the weightlessness of the bungee effect. At about halfway down, he starts to slow the gravitational forces so it doesn’t hurt her neck at the bottom. Then, he applies the force to fling her back up to Blackstar. “Incoming!” He calls up to her. He nudges Ultra girl into the window of her open arms. Slowing the impact so that it feels just like a hug when she catches her.

When they’re stable he jumps and cheers. “How about that!!”

Alaine was beaming under her mask, and she was kind of glad no one could see it. She felt like a dork for grinning so much at the flawless maneuver.

“Ohmygod AGAIN!” the vlogger practically shrieked, making Blackstar chuckle as she complied and smoothly released the other woman once more.

The second jump, he lets UltraGirl get a little farther, and go a little higher than Blackstar. But he always makes sure to calculate a safe landing in her arms.

After as many jumps as UltraGirl can stand without throwing up, he and Blackstar pass the camera back and forth in the air. Catching footage over the mountain- he uses his powers as a type of gimbal to keep the shots steady and beautiful. Over the mic, he pipes up to the rest of the dispatch team, “I got to be honest, Blackstar, this was an awesome idea. Probably the coolest thing I’ve done in a long time.” After some other chatter, he finishes with: “Seems like I’ve got a new retirement plan!”

It was pretty clear Blackstar was enjoying herself too, as even she had started laughing at some point during the bungee jumping. Ultragirl had a pretty strong stomach to do it as many times as she had – Alaine hadn’t kept count, but it was a lot – and when she finally threw in the towel she’d been more than happy to let them play around with her camera.

Alaine had fun with that too, playing around in the air between catching the gopro like a crow playing in the wind. She’d flown herself up before and used it to let out nervous energy, but she’d never really had fun like that. In fact – she wasn’t 100% sure she’d had fun at all since she’d gotten her powers. Especially not with other people.

As she took the camera for one last twirl around the top of the mountain, she couldn’t help a proud smile at Asteroid’s praise for the idea. Her face felt a little warm when she touched down, handing Ultragirl back her camera and laughing at her coworker’s retirement comment.

“I hope you mean our retirement plan?” she joked, still hovering a little above the ground as Ultragirl turned her camera around to herself, recording an outro or something with a lot of hand-gestures and enthusiastic talking. Looked like she might have a viral video on her hands. “That was the most fun I’ve had in–”

She stopped. Was being honest and saying it was the most fun she’d had in years kind of lame? She was on a comms system.

Y’know what? she thought to herself, scoffing and grinning as she finished, genuinely, “–in years, to tell ya the truth. I didn’t really think I could have fun with… y’know. This.”

She motioned to herself in an attempt to indicate her powers. Of course she’d only used one side of said powers, but hey. She felt good, and she hadn’t felt good in so long.

“So thanks for that.” Alaine glanced at Asteroid, not sure how to express the sudden overwhelming appreciation she felt as Ultragal continued to film in the background.

Jet stills at Blackstar’s comment. It lights up all the buttons on his empathy dashboard in his brain. He’s just getting knocked over by genuine people over and over today. One of her big laughs during the bungee jumps echoes in his mind- he remembers how genuine it sounded. He clears his throat and rubs the back of his head a bit awkwardly. “It was your idea- don’t forget- I just work here.” The smile creeps into the tone of his voice like a virus. “We’ll definitely have to do something like that again soon, gotta get plenty of practice before we retire.” He looks up at the tennis ball, summoning it back to his hand and tucking it away.

Alaine was starting to think this SDN thing had been a good idea after all.

When Ultragirl was ready to head down, Blackstar gave her a lift again – but not before insisting Asteroid wait for her to come back and give him a hand down too, and she made good on it after dropping the vlogger off and returning to the mountain.

As she touched down she was fiddling with the lower half of her mask, and upon both boots settling on the ground she removed it, clicking something to make it collapse in half so she could tuck it into an inner pocket of her jacket.

That done, she gave Asteroid a winning smile and extended a hand. “I’d say that was a job well vlogged, Louboutins.”

Unfortunately for everybody else, she liked giving people nicknames.

Grinning again, she asked, “Wanna stop anywhere on the way back?”

Asteroid is infected with Blackstar’s grin as they touchdown. “I’m good if you are, I’m trying to stay on James’ good side, I may have been part of the reason the team had a drug seminar yesterday. Some older knitting ladies on a mission yesterday might have given me a few puffs of their reefer.” He’s pulling the bottom of his own mask off, and a blush hides his freckles at the mention of yesterday’s embarrassment. “I still don’t know how he figured out that I did.” A grumble later, and they’re headed back to base, waiting for whatever James throws at them next.

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L O R A L I E
L O R A L I E

^{"We carry our dead with us much farther than even we know."
Lor | Nicknames}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ Credit: Lesly Oh crawlers of christmas future First getting a class: Credit: crab-milk:post Mid game: NoirsnowSource Late late game: Thinh Pham:Source _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Loralie Ivara Tuule _________________________________________________________ Crawler #: 308942 | Leaderboard: N/A _________________________________________________________ White - Estonian/European Mix | Car Mechanic & Off Hours Radio _________________________________________________________ Pisces | Sensitivity, Faith | March 17th | 29 _________________________________________________________ Harrisburg | Pennsylvania | U.S.A. I N V E N T O R Y I N V E N T O R Y _________________________________________________________ [+] - Q U E S T I T E M S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► STUFF I SWEAR TG - R E L A T I O N S H I P S R E L A T I O N S H I P S _________________________________________________________ [+] - I N - G A M E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Hannah M. - Soulcrawl Partner - P R E - G A M E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Radio Coworkers - Jack (Weather - 35) & Diane (Night Manager - 32)-img Sharod Africa - Son of the Move Movement - Car Mechanic - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - F L O O R O N E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ◼ -

P E R S O N A L I T Y P E R S O N A L I T Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ When Loralie enters the dungeon, she's a laid back and a bit of a partier on the weekends. She partakes in drinking and the devil's lettuce to free herself from the prison she's built around emotions. Generally agreeable, she'll support you in your endeavors, but has some preconceived notions of black and white for certain rights/wrongs. That sticks around when she enters the dungeon. The gate to her grief and rage is jarred free from her at the injustice of Diane's death. She's angry. She doesn't understand why a seemingly all knowing entity would refrain from committing that atrocity against her friend. More traits to come potentially as I work it out. C H A R A C T E R S T A T S [F l o o r O n e] C H A R A C T E R S T A T S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Strength: 3 Intelligence: 3 Constitution: 4 Dexterity: 4 Charisma: 5 notable substats Cheat Death: 0.5 Previous Floor Stats ________________________________________________________________________________________ S P E L L S S P E L L S unlocked at level 2.. a healing spell based on the oath C L A S S S T A T S C L A S S S T A T S Oath of the Marytr: Loralie is dying of Brugada Syndrome, her attacks are getting worse. She's been resuscitated twice. This class is introduced to the character because they need a way to stay alive in the dungeon & their "Cheat Death" stat is .5 as opposed to 0.(xp .25 per resuscitation via defib). O A T H a) Martyrdom: I vow that my life will mean something bigger when I die. Unfortunately dying in the dungeon is on that list. But dying of a Earth-bound disease? Absolutely no longer a problem. [Later levels could lead to character negotiating with the AI] b) The Fallen: I vow to not forget the fallen. A collector of stories, where in learning of a crawler who has fallen from a party member allows for the telling of these stories to cast an order of healing spells. c) Endurance: I vow to be strong for those who need it. Makes them our tank. They can heal, do physical damage with a weapon, and tank. This could be good mechanically to balance your caster. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Loralie's story is about discovering and processing grief, rage, and their multitudes. She starts out attempting to repair the radio tower in Harrisburg, nothings wrong with it, the crawl was getting ready to start. It was late at night, during one of her shifts. The two other night employees came down (Jack & Diane), and Sharod brought over the big tool box from the garage they both worked at. When the entrances appear, Loralie is in shock but follows her best friend Sharod into the cave. Diane wants to follow, but Jack pulls her back. Sharod grabs ahold of Diane to haul her in by her hands, but Jack has her by the ankles. At the last moment before the gate slams down locking them inside, Loralie leans forward to pull Sharod inside. This last act leaves them with the top half of Diane's body. Her organs are sawed right down the middle. They're all registered as crawlers, but Diane's dead in moments, blue and shivering in the face. **Are we okay with us each starting with some folks? Or are we hoping for complete solo starts? I can kill Sharod too, or separate them. I think it might be tough (not impossible) to write solo before they meet up?** current quests current debuffs H I S T O R Y H I S T O R Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ TL;DR - Sheltered graduated mechanics apprentice is dying of a heart related syndrome that is made worse by her environment of a car shop. Becoming a radio dj- she tells stories of dead Harrisburg citizens. Her reddit community has concerns about her lack of emotion during intense stories. grief/parent death/extreme illness Loralie grew up in a relatively sheltered family. She attended public school, was in the marching band, and went to every Friday Night Football game when she was in high school. She was raised by a single mother, who lived with Lor's grandma. Lor's father died when he was in his late twenties, when she was 8. This was devastating to her mother, but led to Loralie having a rather cavalier opinion of death. She wasn't really impacted by grief because she wrapped it up in a box and stuffed it deep within her chest. It didn't start to impact her until she was 23. She was working as a recently graduated apprentice at a Ford backed mechanics shop. The jack came down too hard and almost crushed Sharod. Her heart started beating, and then it felt like a butterfly with 6 foot long wings was interrupting her pulse. Sharod drove her to the hospital because she couldn't afford the ambulance ride. That was the start of her hatred of the financial circumstances surrounding the medical system. Working at the radio station was supposed to be her out from working in an environment that was actively triggering her Brugada syndrome. At 27, she was hired as a PA for the most tenured late night dj in Harrisburg. What she didn't realize until she got the job, was that he was also notoriously a no show. That meant The Late Night Lor(e) show was steadily on the air by the time she was 29. In that time, she told stories of every day Harrisburg citizens who passed away. The good, the bad, the ugly, the heroic. If a listener had a memory to share, she would consider inviting them on. She had a tiny community of people who would discuss the stories on a reddit thread. As of late, her listeners wanted to know why she never cried, even during the most devastating stories. She locked that skill away deep inside.

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T E M P L A T E
T E M P L A T E

^{"Witty Quote"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Given Middle Surname _________________________________________________________ Race/Ethnicity | Occupation _________________________________________________________ City | State | Country C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus at mi mi. In imperdiet porta dolor, at fermentum nulla commodo eu. Suspendisse volutpat et ex tempor suscipit. Nullam tincidunt at nunc vel auctor. Donec venenatis, nisl nec fringilla varius, massa quam porttitor turpis, sed bibendum purus sem id risus. Nullam scelerisque lectus eget diam gravida malesuada. Maecenas consectetur est ac sollicitudin congue. Maecenas interdum erat dignissim lectus sodales, nec ultrices neque egestas. Integer convallis lacus at consequat volutpat. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ This is where you outline your vision for the character including any notable changes or differences from the regularly accepted canon. This should be a short summary that provides insight into where the character is in terms of their overall progress and development. You could also include any notable differences from the standard canon you've added to your character. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go? For a driving character, there should be enough of an outline present to interest other players along with specifications towards how many players you're looking to involve or available roles. For supporting characters, this should indicate either a plot you've arranged to be part of or the type of plot you're looking to be involved in. Roaming characters have the privilege of doing either or simply stating a roadmap for the character to exemplify how you'd ideally like them to move between plots.

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_{Sheet credit: Lord Wraith: Sensation & Wonder}

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Will be using this to workshop my CS's before I post them.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Hop, Skip, Jump - On the way to the office

The painted red ceiling of his studio apartment stayed his beating heart when his eyes slammed open. Visions of his father's angry face are blotted out by the severe color above him. For a moment, he lies there, body crumbled up underneath a single sheet, left eye socket aching a phantom pain. His heart rate slowly falls, and he measures his breathing slowly. His cellmate, Dylan had taught him that. The ceiling was also his idea.

Jet swings his socked feet over the side of the bed, and moves to the fridge. Pulling the door open, it falls off it's hinges. Same thing, different day. The watch on his wrist nearly makes him jump out of his skin. "Fuck- I gotta get an alarm clock or something."

A tall glass of orange juice and cinnamon sugar toast later, he's zipping up his suit, and feeding the goldfish Dylan pawned off on him. Next to the medium sized aquarium with "Ducky" in it, are his meds and his mp3 player. Slipping two into his mouth, he grabs his player and slides the buds into his ears. "♩ I've been sensin' something strange ♩"

Starting down the hill from work by who knows how far, he has to take a bit of a different strategy to get there than his usual fall flying. He jumps, adding a bit of gravitational kick to his shoes, and he's leaping from one wall to the other in an alley to get to the roof. Once his feet hit the top, he leans forward into a run, leaping at the edge of the building.

One leap to another, one building to the next all the way to work. Never enough to truly exert him, but enough for a bit of a warm up on the way to the office. He times the gravitational bursts with every fourth snare hit, and it feels strangely like playing tennis. He supposes he's the ball in this case. At one point, he almost knocks some poor maintenance worker off the roof of an apartment building- "oh shit!" Then he's tumbling through the air off balance and away, so his sorry comes back to the man echoed and strained. A few blocks further and a 20 minute total commute, he lands in the parking lot. There's a bit of smashed glass in the parking lot but he hardly notices it in the first place.

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Break Room - Claremont SDN

When Jet makes it up to the break room, he's shuffling through the printed reports of yesterday's missions. His MP3 player might pretty souped up, but it's definitely not good enough to receive information other than the voice channel they've programmed into it. He'd have to thank their IT guy for that.

He stumbles into the breakroom at some point after Tyler, taking notice of the two new faces. "Wow, they're really staffing Claremont up, I thought they'd leave us high and dry for awhile in moving people to the other branch. He pulls out a chair, turns it around, and sits with his arms resting on the back of it. His eyes catch on Blackstar's black on black detailed suit. "The black on black there is slick- I'm Asteroid, nice to meetcha." He gives her a bit of a head tilt and a wink, hoping for its sincerity to come through a bit better. If she's close enough, he offers a hand to shake.

"How are we all today?"

"I'm alright, gotta stop on the way home for more fish flakes for Ducky though." After it comes out he grimaces a bit, realizing just how lame it makes him sound. Perfect ammunition for a bit of bullying, but hey whatever. He has a pet gold fish, sue him.

“Sparky! I forgot to bring you back some Mamaki!”

Fenom calling Lightning Girl 'Sparky' causes him to supress a laugh that comes out more like a snort. He holds his hands up immediately to hopefully portray surrender before someone lights him on fire. "What even is Mamaki?"

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

Lee Thorton II

_{Faceclaim: Logan Lerman // Color Code: E26612
TWs: Parental Abandonment, Death of a Parent,
Beating Someone to Near Death, Left at the Altar, Disability/Heart Disease,
Black Lung, m15-f19 Problematic Age Gap *derrogatory*}
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Full Name: Leslie "Lee" Thornton II Nickname(s): Lee Age: 30 ✯ December 10th ✯ Sagittarius Gender: Cis Man

Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Works at Clarks Place of Residence: #23 Shady Pines Drive Playlist: shortlist Come As You Are - Nirvana Closer - Nine Inch Nails Loser - Beck Wrong Way - Sublime Would? - Alice In Chains The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin Toxicity - SOAD Bleed It Out - Linkin Park This Land is Your Land - Woody Guthrie The Impression That I Get - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Na$ty - KIRBY Float On - Modest Mouse Send Me On My Way - Rusted Root All These Things That I've Done - The Killers

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Family

✯ Leslie "Les" Thornton I | 50 (died at 47) - Father - Died of Pneumoconiosis (Black Lung)

✯ Pamela "Pammy" Thornton | 47 - Mother - Disabled - Caretaker of Sandy

✯ Sandy Thornton | 14 - Daughter - 9th Grade

✯ Elaine Banks | 58 - Sandy's Grandma - Homemaker

✯ Vinny Banks | 59 - Sandy's Grandpa - Estranged

✯ Stacey Banks | 34 - Sandy's Mom - Skipped Town

Friends and Connections

✯ Tyler Boone Jr. | 27 - Lee owes him $2,000

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Appearance: Height: 5’11” Hair: Black Eyes: Blue/Green Body Type: Slender, mildly gaunt, Clothing Style: ✯ Flannel Grunge ✯ Stocking Apron ✯ Always long sleeves ✯ Wears a 'World's Best Dad' Necklace half heart, magnetic necklace he shares with Sandy ('worlds best kiddo') ✯ Karabiner with his keys on his hip ✯ Outfit Pin Board Body Markings: ✯ Permanent Eye Bags ✯ Stick Poke Tattoo on each forearm (love, hate) - they're really bad, Stacey did it ✯ Daith Piercing - Both Ears - for migraines ✯ Skeleton Silhouette of Courage the Cowardly Dog (pin board) ✯ Burn scars on his hands in a few places from using a cut cellphone cord as a battery for a weed cartridge and not being careful.

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_Personality:

Generally a bit cowardly, Lee really only is able to be brave when it's something regarding his family (including Stacey and her parents- even tho they don't deserve it). He's really laid back in general, but a hardass when it comes to things with his daughter, and money. He's very reliable and a solid friend to have. Always is the one who shows up to help you move with his truck. He's a romantic, but only after you're serious to have met his daughter as his formal girlfriend. Which- hasn't happened yet.

He's always planning the next thing. How are we paying for groceries this week? Ma's medicine is out on Monday- he picks it up the previous Monday.

Underneath the appearance of only recently put together exterior- he's got a rather grim outlook. He's high-handed since his father died, especially in regards to money and his mother's health. From the outside it seems cruel, at the very least disrespectful, but it's motivated by his fear of being left alone in the world to take care of Sandy. Has the potential to be unreasonably cruel. Has general commitment issues- because of Stacey.

Uses swears like common greetings- ie: "hey asshole! long time no see" It's nearly always said positively except when it's not-

"Implied something happens to Sandy reaction example"

"hey! cocksucker! if i catch you in the same room as Sandy again, remember that my dad buried fuckers like you in the mines for less" he spits on his shoes, "i'd recommend you get out of town."

Secretly freaky. (Off camera- sorry folks)

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_History:

tldr who is this guy again? tw refs included

Lee Thornton is a GED-holding single father raising his daughter in a trailer park after a teenage relationship with an older friend resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. At the time, Lee was 15 and she was 19. The relationship ended disastrously before marriage, and they have been estranged for years.

His father, a union miner, later died from complications related to black lung after a violent altercation with his former in-laws. Lee became the primary provider for his household in his early twenties while caring for his chronically ill mother and raising his daughter with little support.

He works night shifts at a local grocery store, lives paycheck to paycheck, and is deeply anxious about money, loss, and his daughter’s future. He keeps a low profile, avoids emotional vulnerability, and survives by planning one week at a time.

Lee and Stacey should never have gotten together. They met in band, and they only had enough people for one section of the class. He joined the more emo clique of kids in band- and wound up playing trombone. First chair of the trumpets sat next to the last chair of the trombones. She was a senior, which meant she was by default first chair just because she'd had the most practice. It didn't take long for them to become very close friends since the brass section wasn't very big to begin with. Their relationship mirrored that of the movie Juno- friends curious about their bodies ending up pregnant. There is something to be said about the fact it happened after she had graduated. It was his sophomore year when she was back from college (her family was more well off than his). Plus the fact that they did it 3 times in total over following 6 months; the last of which he had determined he was falling in love with her.

That's when she showed him the test and everything changed. She was 6 months pregnant by the time she'd figured it out. They were at waffle house and she felt her stomach move. Stacey had stood straight up- previously believing she was a victim of the 'freshman 15'. At first he was flabbergasted how she COULDN'T know, and it was only after he'd venomously accused her of keeping it from him for months, that he remembered she'd told him her periods were irregular. But the damage was done, he'd never apologized. She'd been very reserved with him after that.

Sandy was born when he was 15, nearly 16. Their wedding was scheduled for two weeks after Sandy was due. Her father had showed up to his trailer in a suit, with the cops. "So Les, your sons got some 'splainin to do."

Les was the best pop Lee could ask for. He'd gone to find him, and when he found him hiding in his room crying. That's all he needed to see. Pop was a man of god, and he knew the question was coming- "you're marryin' her?" It was more a statement than anything, but the curl of last word- still asking. His Pop had always been wary of Stacey.

Parental Abandonment, Death of a Parent, Beating Someone to Near Death, Left at the Altar, Disability/Heart Disease, Black Lung, m15-f19 Problematic Age Gap *derogatory*

They were going to be married in June, the sun was hot, he was sweating bullets at the front of her Mom's church (she was catholic, and he had been raised methodist). Two hours he stood there, her family in the front row barring their teeth at him. His mom held Sandy in her arms on his side. At the two hour mark, his Pop walked up to the Priest shook his hand, and led him and his mother away from the church.

For 10 years, Stace was nowhere to be found. Her family refused to speak with him, and refused to acknowledge his existence. One night, when Pop was really drunk and Lee was 24, he made him drive to over to Miner's street. Pop was a union rep at his mine, and Vinny hated him for it. When Les knocked on the door, the fuse was as short as it could possibly be. They'd gone to blows in the driveway. Lee had never been more scared in his entire life when Vinny had beaten his drunken father within an inch of his life.

That incident was the beginning of the end of Pop. Lee was never the same again. He rapidly and unexpectedly became the patriarch of his small home and it wasn't much longer before his Ma's heart started showing signs of weakness. She couldn't work after that- so she watched Sandy. When his Pop passed, Vinny stopped hating him. But he has still never looked him in the eyes again.

In the years after, Elaine, Stacey's Mom had snuck over to the park twice while her husband was out of town. She brought an envelope of 500 dollars twice, two quilts for Sandy, and always dinner. Accumulations of cash found in pants pockets and her bunco game winnings were all she could keep from Vinny. Elaine loves Sandy. Now, they have a long standing monthly dinner where Elanie's bunco girls cover for her.

Lee got his G.E.D. and he's been keeping a low profile, sleeping around a little bit (with almost anybody) and working at Clark's. Lately things had gotten rougher than ever before, and as his mother gets older he realizes the loss of her disability check would cripple his ability to put a roof over Sandy's head. He's praying for his Ma to hold on until Sandy can graduate.

She's 14 this year, one more to go until she is the age he was when Stacey got pregnant. He's terrified.

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_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler?
✯ Lee is a union miner's son who was very opposed to suits of any variety, namely the Mining ones. But they're all the same, aren't they? He's Pop's kid thru and thru. Would love if he does something crazy to stick it to the suits.

Fun Facts
✯ Pop loved live music- so does Lee. He's always sneaking out after Sandy and Ma go to bed to see shows.
✯ He cleans a buddies house for free weed.
✯ He loves cats, likes dogs, and HATES reptiles & spiders.
✯ Plays brass in the community orchestra.
✯ After Sandy turned 10, he has seen Stacey twice. Once - at waffle house at 2a. She had been clearly stopping in to visit her parents under the cover of night. She'd run out of the building when she realized he walked in. He'd dropped his glass penny bank he'd taken to roll pennies to the store before working a night stocking shift for some overtime.
✯ The second time, Sandy was 13. He was on stage at his first community concert since playing when he was 16. His little girl in the front row. They locked eyes before his (her) trumpet solo, and he'd cried and blew his heart out. She was standing in the back, face too dark to see. But he knew her- how she stood, how she wiped her tears, and most of all, her immaculately polished boots.
✯ Lee is dreading ever seeing her again. He tries to pretend she's dead.
✯ Secret night stoner, the day folk can never know.
✯ Plays in a Appalachian Folk/Bluegrass Style Band (he uses a mute on the trumpet)- one sunday a month with the old miners at the VFW hall
✯ Buys himself one pack of smokes for the year- smokes them when people die or when he's thinking about death.

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Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

Hope Lee fits the vibe! If you need me to change anything please let me know! He's got a doozy of a background story, but it's been 14 years, so he's not breaking down about it anymore- life is just life now. I think it might be neat if Lee owes somebody money - lmk if you're interested

Also used @princess's template adjustments- hope its okay if I used your template pal, like the format a lot!!

Lee Thorton II

_{Faceclaim: Logan Lerman // Color Code: E26612
TWs: Parental Abandonment, Death of a Parent,
Beating Someone to Near Death, Left at the Altar, Disability/Heart Disease,
Black Lung, m15-f19 Problematic Age Gap *derrogatory*}
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Full Name: Leslie "Lee" Thornton II Nickname(s): Lee Age: 30 ✯ December 10th ✯ Sagittarius Gender: Cis Man

Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Works at Clarks Place of Residence: #23 Shady Pines Drive Playlist: shortlist Come As You Are - Nirvana Closer - Nine Inch Nails Loser - Beck Wrong Way - Sublime Would? - Alice In Chains The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin Toxicity - SOAD Bleed It Out - Linkin Park This Land is Your Land - Woody Guthrie The Impression That I Get - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Na$ty - KIRBY Float On - Modest Mouse Send Me On My Way - Rusted Root All These Things That I've Done - The Killers

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Family

✯ Leslie "Les" Thornton I | 50 (died at 47) - Father - Died of Pneumoconiosis (Black Lung)

✯ Pamela "Pammy" Thornton | 47 - Mother - Disabled - Caretaker of Sandy

✯ Sandy Thornton | 14 - Daughter - 9th Grade

✯ Elaine Banks | 58 - Sandy's Grandma - Homemaker

✯ Vinny Banks | 59 - Sandy's Grandpa - Estranged

✯ Stacey Banks | 34 - Sandy's Mom - Skipped Town

Friends and Connections
TBD

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Appearance: Height: 5’11” Hair: Black Eyes: Blue/Green Body Type: Slender, mildly gaunt, Clothing Style: ✯ Flannel Grunge ✯ Stocking Apron ✯ Always long sleeves ✯ Wears a 'World's Best Dad' Necklace half heart, magnetic necklace he shares with Sandy ('worlds best kiddo') ✯ Karabiner with his keys on his hip ✯ Outfit Pin Board Body Markings: ✯ Permanent Eye Bags ✯ Stick Poke Tattoo on each forearm (love, hate) - they're really bad, Stacey did it ✯ Daith Piercing - Both Ears - for migraines ✯ Skeleton Silhouette of Courage the Cowardly Dog (pin board) ✯ Burn scars on his hands in a few places from using a cut cellphone cord as a battery for a weed cartridge and not being careful.

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_Personality:

Generally a bit cowardly, Lee really only is able to be brave when it's something regarding his family (including Stacey and her parents- even tho they don't deserve it). He's really laid back in general, but a hardass when it comes to things with his daughter, and money. He's very reliable and a solid friend to have. Always is the one who shows up to help you move with his truck. He's a romantic, but only after you're serious to have met his daughter as his formal girlfriend. Which- hasn't happened yet.

He's always planning the next thing. How are we paying for groceries this week? Ma's medicine is out on Monday- he picks it up the previous Monday.

Underneath the appearance of only recently put together exterior- he's got a rather grim outlook. He's high-handed since his father died, especially in regards to money and his mother's health. From the outside it seems cruel, at the very least disrespectful, but it's motivated by his fear of being left alone in the world to take care of Sandy. Has the potential to be unreasonably cruel. Has general commitment issues- because of Stacey.

Uses swears like common greetings- ie: "hey asshole! long time no see" It's nearly always said positively except when it's not-

"Implied something happens to Sandy reaction example"

"hey! cocksucker! if i catch you in the same room as Sandy again, remember that my dad buried fuckers like you in the mines for less" he spits on his shoes, "i'd recommend you get out of town."

Secretly freaky. (Off camera- sorry folks)

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_History:

tldr who is this guy again? tw refs included

Lee Thornton is a GED-holding single father raising his daughter in a trailer park after a teenage relationship with an older friend resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. At the time, Lee was 15 and she was 19. The relationship ended disastrously before marriage, and they have been estranged for years.

His father, a union miner, later died from complications related to black lung after a violent altercation with his former in-laws. Lee became the primary provider for his household in his early twenties while caring for his chronically ill mother and raising his daughter with little support.

He works night shifts at a local grocery store, lives paycheck to paycheck, and is deeply anxious about money, loss, and his daughter’s future. He keeps a low profile, avoids emotional vulnerability, and survives by planning one week at a time.

Lee and Stacey should never have gotten together. They met in band, and they only had enough people for one section of the class. He joined the more emo clique of kids in band- and wound up playing trombone. First chair of the trumpets sat next to the last chair of the trombones. She was a senior, which meant she was by default first chair just because she'd had the most practice. It didn't take long for them to become very close friends since the brass section wasn't very big to begin with. Their relationship mirrored that of the movie Juno- friends curious about their bodies ending up pregnant. There is something to be said about the fact it happened after she had graduated. It was his sophomore year when she was back from college (her family was more well off than his). Plus the fact that they did it 3 times in total over following 6 months; the last of which he had determined he was falling in love with her.

That's when she showed him the test and everything changed. She was 6 months pregnant by the time she'd figured it out. They were at waffle house and she felt her stomach move. Stacey had stood straight up- previously believing she was a victim of the 'freshman 15'. At first he was flabbergasted how she COULDN'T know, and it was only after he'd venomously accused her of keeping it from him for months, that he remembered she'd told him her periods were irregular. But the damage was done, he'd never apologized. She'd been very reserved with him after that.

Sandy was born when he was 15, nearly 16. Their wedding was scheduled for two weeks after Sandy was due. Her father had showed up to his trailer in a suit, with the cops. "So Les, your sons got some 'splainin to do."

Les was the best pop Lee could ask for. He'd gone to find him, and when he found him hiding in his room crying. That's all he needed to see. Pop was a man of god, and he knew the question was coming- "you're marryin' her?" It was more a statement than anything, but the curl of last word- still asking. His Pop had always been wary of Stacey.

Parental Abandonment, Death of a Parent, Beating Someone to Near Death, Left at the Altar, Disability/Heart Disease, Black Lung, m15-f19 Problematic Age Gap *derogatory*

They were going to be married in June, the sun was hot, he was sweating bullets at the front of her Mom's church (she was catholic, and he had been raised methodist). Two hours he stood there, her family in the front row barring their teeth at him. His mom held Sandy in her arms on his side. At the two hour mark, his Pop walked up to the Priest shook his hand, and led him and his mother away from the church.

For 10 years, Stace was nowhere to be found. Her family refused to speak with him, and refused to acknowledge his existence. One night, when Pop was really drunk and Lee was 24, he made him drive to over to Miner's street. Pop was a union rep at his mine, and Vinny hated him for it. When Les knocked on the door, the fuse was as short as it could possibly be. They'd gone to blows in the driveway. Lee had never been more scared in his entire life when Vinny had beaten his drunken father within an inch of his life.

That incident was the beginning of the end of Pop. Lee was never the same again. He rapidly and unexpectedly became the patriarch of his small home and it wasn't much longer before his Ma's heart started showing signs of weakness. She couldn't work after that- so she watched Sandy. When his Pop passed, Vinny stopped hating him. But he has still never looked him in the eyes again.

In the years after, Elaine, Stacey's Mom had snuck over to the park twice while her husband was out of town. She brought an envelope of 500 dollars twice, two quilts for Sandy, and always dinner. Accumulations of cash found in pants pockets and her bunco game winnings were all she could keep from Vinny. Elaine loves Sandy. Now, they have a long standing monthly dinner where Elanie's bunco girls cover for her.

Lee got his G.E.D. and he's been keeping a low profile, sleeping around a little bit (with almost anybody) and working at Clark's. Lately things had gotten rougher than ever before, and as his mother gets older he realizes the loss of her disability check would cripple his ability to put a roof over Sandy's head. He's praying for his Ma to hold on until Sandy can graduate.

She's 14 this year, one more to go until she is the age he was when Stacey got pregnant. He's terrified.

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_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler?
✯ Lee is a union miner's son who was very opposed to suits of any variety, namely the Mining ones. But they're all the same, aren't they? He's Pop's kid thru and thru. Would love if he does something crazy to stick it to the suits.

Fun Facts
✯ Pop loved live music- so does Lee. He's always sneaking out after Sandy and Ma go to bed to see shows.
✯ He cleans a buddies house for free weed.
✯ He loves cats, likes dogs, and HATES reptiles & spiders.
✯ Plays brass in the community orchestra.
✯ After Sandy turned 10, he has seen Stacey twice. Once - at waffle house at 2a. She had been clearly stopping in to visit her parents under the cover of night. She'd run out of the building when she realized he walked in. He'd dropped his glass penny bank he'd taken to roll pennies to the store before working a night stocking shift for some overtime.
✯ The second time, Sandy was 13. He was on stage at his first community concert since playing when he was 16. His little girl in the front row. They locked eyes before his (her) trumpet solo, and he'd cried and blew his heart out. She was standing in the back, face too dark to see. But he knew her- how she stood, how she wiped her tears, and most of all, her immaculately polished boots.
✯ Lee is dreading ever seeing her again. He tries to pretend she's dead.
✯ Secret night stoner, the day folk can never know.
✯ Plays in a Appalachian Folk/Bluegrass Style Band (he uses a mute on the trumpet)- one sunday a month with the old miners at the (do we think there would be a VFW hall or anything? maybe a mason's club? idc just looking for where the old geezers hang)
✯ Buys himself one pack of smokes for the year- smokes them when people die or when he's thinking about death.

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Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

Character Reservation:
Leslie "Lee" Thornton II - Single Dad - 30 - Works at Clarks?
hexcode color: #E26612 Face claim: Logan Lerman

Lee Thornton II

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Shipton Railyard, North Pomona

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"Shit. Don't let that train leave, but whatever you do, don't let that acid leak out...."

Asteroid reaches out with his powers to feel the objects around them, what can he use as a weapon? Lots of flammable shaped objects. It's a guess really for a lot of it, but some of it is very obviously flammable. Like the gas tanker car on the reserve track beside the acid. It shifts in it's tank at him, as he manipulates the gravity of it's molecules.

He doesn't always have the opportunity to fling flammable liquid at a walking impending forest fire. So it's tempting, it really is. Especially when she opens her stupid-

"Back away, Shadowbitch! And your two friends trying to cosplay goths! Acid's ours, or else! We're running the drug game now!"

And oh how Asteroid hates Pyress in particular. He nearly pops the cap on the powder keg beside her. A heavy breath, Pyress is not worth going back to jail over. She's nimble with her flamethrower, and easily pivots around. Except, upwards towards her head, of course. He shifts on his feet taking in the scene prepping some of this orbs in his gauntlet.

"Eclipse, Asteroid, I’ve got the engine. No heist for these shit-heads,"

"Heard that. I'll drop on her from above." And then he's moving. He throws he body weight to the side, following a path very similar to Paybacks but he stops a car or two short. Flinging himself up and onto the car he searches for the best angle to knock into her with as much force as he can. From the highest point on the car, he begins to do the math for his arc. Eclipse is in Pyress's direct line of fire. His armor looks hot under her aim, and he watches as one of Eclipse's blades comes up in an attempt to strike her.

"Asteroid, ACT! NOW!"

He stops calculating and full sends his best estimate. It's not dead on, he can tell, but it'll do the job. Asteroid jumps into a double somersault like he's taking a high dive, but he's rising instead of falling. His ankles extend out at the apex of his arch, back tracing it's parabola. Then he's falling fast towards the crown of her head. Both heels make contact, and it's enough for her finger to fall off the trigger of the weapon. The red soles of his shoes maintain contact until her head bounces off the ground beside Eclipse. Then his shins ache as the rebound from the bounce of her head sends him backwards.

It's only his gravity that catches him, and when he looks down, she looks like a mess. A normal human would probably be at least concussed. he tries to ignore the crack her head makes against the ground. But she's a villain, and he's willing to bet if they don't deactivate her weapon, she'll be a problem before they know to expect it.

"We all in one piece? Eclipse- that fire was real close to ya- you good?" He looks back at Eclipse as he's blindly digging around Pyress's arms for some sort of release for the fuel valve. When his fingers catch on it, he yanks the hose off. He then zip ties her arms together behind her back, waiting for some sort of transport to pick her up.

"And not a drop spilled."