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As Co-GM I can speak and say that our spots are Unlimited. Anyone is welcome to submit a sheet.@Lord Wraith

Thank u bby.

Here she is:

Name: Je Lisa (ZHə Lisa) Vendari 

Alias: Khione

Age: 22

Archetype: Metahuman/Tech

Powers: Temperature Control/Reduction

Je Lisa has the ability to rapidly absorb and store the heat in a specified area of her surroundings, causing the immediate onset of cold/freezing temperatures. This stored heat can also be released into the atmosphere at various points of her body.

Applications: 

Most notably, Vendari’s area of effect power allows her to create instant freezing temperatures: 
Icing over ground area in contact with her feet and spreading out (currently with a soft radius of 10 meters);
Chilling the air inside the radius of effect to instant freezing temperatures (further application of this allows Vendari to begin to dampen and hinder movement of those inside the radius of effect);
Creating semi-solid ice formations in her immediate surrounding -- about a 2 meters radius (“formations” being no more than rough shapes varying from the size of a lighter to a beach ball); and
Freezing the area of a remote area in her line of site, with a limit of 5 meters and a raidus of 2 meters.

The heat Vendari absorbs builds up if not given proper time to dissipate. Vendari is able to expel heat to:
Produce a localized blast of heat on par with a pulse of concentrated heat. Not yet at the benchmark of being honed into a focused, long-range beam;
Expel the heat at a steady pace from a focused part of her body;

Weaknesses/Limitations: 

There are, at this stage, numerous drawbacks to Je Lisa’s power. In their application and usage, she must remaing vigilant.

Notably, the heat she absorbs has to be expelled: 
The more heat she absorbs the more she has to concentrate on expelling it. It becomes a more pressing and immediate concern depending on the amount of heat she has absorbed. Failure to do so can cause her to overheat and inevitably lead to her cooking her own brain. (Before this, prolonged retention of the heat slows her movements and causes hot flashes, fever spikes, fever hallucinations and etc.)
As of now (and for the notable future) she can only channel and expel it through her left hand. As stated before, she holds no control over focusing the heat for ranged abilities. It serves more as an exhaust port with vague offensive capabilities more than anything.

Vendari’s ability to produce cold is based on being able to absorb the heat around her. Having to vent it through her body to an extent, she is still in the beginning throes of her ability. Therefore, hotter climates present a greater challenge to her. However, moisture aids her ability to a noted extent.
To establish a sort of baseline, Vendari has radius of effect of about 10-12  meters  in a climate ranging from the 70’s to 80’s before she begins to overheat. It increases about 2 or 3 meters with excessive moisture in the air.
In an area with high heat but high humidity, her range is about 8-10 meters. An area with high dry heat gives her a radius of about 2-3 meters.
Creating formations of ice takes time, and she doesn’t hold a fine control of the ice. She may be able to hold it in place, but controlling outside the radius of effect it has been created in is difficult.

Appearance:

Do you know what it is to see yourself an anomaly in the midst of those who are themselves an anomaly--a minority--to the greater public in which they reside? This double layering of otherness, a lack of control in either. What does that do the soul? And if the eyes are the window to a soul, where are they left? And what of the smile, in the midst of it all?

At 5’11”, Je Lisa is a slightly taller than the average female and has kept a lean build from Cross Country. An albino African-American female from Alabama, Je Lisa stands out slightly at community gatherings for more than just her height. This bareness and ever-exposure initiated her interest in fashion.

Since the activation and repeated use of her powers, her right eye has begun to shift colors. The amber color initially took on a darker hue at her power onset, but lately has been rounding out to a deep blue. Je Lisa has now found out first-hand that heterochromia is much less enticing than anime would have you to believe. 

Her hero uniform is a lightly armored, padded polyfiber material. Toughened to withstand knives and padded to absorb blows, the white uniform is fitted to her form, housing a breathable 2nd layer to allow her to vent heat more accurately and quickly. Her left arm sports a richly hued blue sleeve and constructed from a metal alloy blend, focused primarily on defense and offense of her ability, rather than evasion and agility like the rest of her suit.

Character Evolution: 

In brief, Je Lisa is still trying to find herself in some sense. She’s been displaced her entire life and her abilities and subsequent application have provided one of the only paths she has felt free walking down. Her NPO work paired against time as a college student are good distractions, but they don’t do what Hero work does.

I’d like for her to get out of her mind and the perception of her body and find a calling in the Superhero world that goes past just doing the best with her abilities because she feels it’s all she has.

BRIEF Bio: 
There was a man with the heart of a rolling stone. He found a Girl who desperately wanted to be married to Lord, but he wooed her for one night with the tinkling of the World. This girl, a daughter of a Reverend, knew how her actions would be seen but knew there was no alternative. But apparently God doesn’t save those who own up to their sins, instead of asking forgiveness, as that Girl’s heart began to slow in the last moments of childbirth. Her cries ebbed out as a new set of lungs etched into the world, her little Baby Girl, Je Lisa.

...or at least, that’s how Je Lisa interprets the story from the tidbits of information she can salvage from her grandmother. Enter in a girl displaced and not-so subtly unloved by a family too clouded to care. Je Lisa knew her story wasn’t new after a year or two of residing almost exclusively in her county library. Where else does a girl go when, in her home, there’s the unrelenting thought that Je Lisa herself caused the death of her mother. A baby born from wedlock, from a man nobody knew. Her skin, seen as a testament to God’s message, the visual representation of sin. “And something just wasn’t right ‘bout the way she died. They said she was too cold,” while Je Lisa herself ran a fever for the first week of her life. A cruel introduction to the girl who felt cold for the majority of her formative years. 

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And of course Fortune decided to bend a bit more for Je Lisa in the onset of her abilities. Caught reading Margaret Atwood in church, it had been the last entry in a petty list of grievances her grandmother kept a mental list of. Dragging her granddaughter to the “Sin Box”--a crude contraption that resembled an outhouse shed with no latrine and completely devoid of light inside, Je Lisa’s grandmother wailed consistently about her being such a “pretty little broken thing. A pretty broken thing that needed to be fixed and reflect in the light of the Lord,” as she locked the door on Je Lisa. 

In the first moments, Je Lisa felt flustered from the rage she felt. But it didn’t dissipate, she fumed more and her cheeks only continued to flush more--until the sensation transferred to her left hand and all around her things suddenly felt cool, a little chill actually. It wasn’t until she heard her grandmother’s battered boombox flare up with an AM gospel radio station that Je Lisa began to feel her anger again. Nettling her, she repeated to herself:

“I’ll show you pretty and broken things. I’ll show you pretty and broken things.”

Looking up for the first time in the midst of her mantra, Je Lisa could detect the chill in the air and felt her breath hang for a moment too. Placing a foot down, she noticed a new slick feel to the floor. Baffled, she reached out to the door, just able to make out a gloss to the frame. The door shattered at her touch and light flooded in, casting a brief iridescent reflection on the shattered pieces of the broken door.

Those who have power, succumb to that power. It’s only a question of how they do so. Growing up in an age burgeoning with heroes, there was something that rang harmonic with her seeing the power they had. It wasn’t only “so cool” to have it, it was a burden. But they didn’t let their abilities define them or control them and by proxy, they didn’t let their circumstance have the ultimate say over their lives. So why not her? Why couldn’t she be the one to help save the pretty little broken things that need actual saving?

[Okay, I’m trying to expound on and show a need and resolve to save things stemming from a fear of having a mother who couldn’t be saved, not being able to be saved [accepted] by her family, and need to atone for the lingering guilt over her mother’s death. Her aim is to help and she is aware of her position as an individual with powers. On some level, she feels it’s all she has that she can contribute to the world where they won’t the abnormality that is their perception of her skin.]

Notes: N/A for now

Sample Post: Excerpt from “Mavericks: Fall From Grace”

Maybe it was never supposed to pan out like this to the end. We never imagined a sunset and warm tones to kiss our skin while we aged. But was it too much to hope for a legacy? Hell, maybe we were never meant to see any end besides the bitter one. The one that stains taste-buds for generations to come. 

Maybe we were never supposed to grow so large, our shadows so long. Were those the places evil was given a chance to breed? With our faces to the bright light of the future, what do the shadows of our past have to say about it? Maybe we shot too far.

But then again: When has a Maverick ever dealt in "maybe’s"?

A silence hung with the chill in the air. And he was the most beautiful as he hung in the chill of the air. His identifying features -- magnificent and splendid even in the fog, shone against the chains holding him. Strung up, a display for all. The loll in his head only solidified his martyrdom. Looking too long where life used to dance in his eyes was life-threatening and we’re not here for that.

We’re not here for “used to” and mourning like the rest of the city, gathered on this unholy of Sundays. No. We’re here for “will be” and vengeance on scale with an angered god. Because that’s what we’d need to pull this off, right? The blessing of at least one god to do what we’re about to. 

So then, it’s probably good that we’ve got the closest things to two of them on earth with us, and they’re pretty pissed. One of them chimes in my ear, his intensity near palpable through a simple comm-link.

“PsycheOut, what’s your position? The barrier is going up in 3.”

“Roger that. 2 meters from the set-up spot, moving in now.”

The entire Central Street of New Lilith milled with the crowd of people, nervously glancing up, but never for too long. Above them, on 8 foot stages spaced evenly on both sides of the street, stood a dozen Guardians of Light. The towering figures, donned in white armor, held their assorted weapons in one hand and their respective hostage in the other. A warning and challenge to any who thought to interfere with today’s proceeding.

[...]

Hello Darlings!

I'm so sorry for dropping that like a Beyonce ablum: no follow up and no lead-in. I totally meant to and almost as soon as I finished that post, my bed started looking real comfortable.

That's really not even all of it--there was an entire segment and a mini flashback for Jackal and Archimedes. But then I realized it was overly necessary and yada yada yada yada yada y'all were just wondering why it wasn't posted when it was supposed to be. I know, I know, I'm hating on my inability to be good like Wraith with dat post frequency. 

Okay, so what I also meant to say with this post: I'll do a touch of a follow up to close everything off and give you something solid to go off of. 

I wanted to ask, how am I doing with setting? I'm not the best at anchoring visuals and scenes, and I know I sometimes use odd descriptions. I just want to make sure it's coming across for you all. 

As for Glitch: honestly, I'm not sure if this conflicts with @Lord Wraith's telling but I don't recall Glitch being a public figure in this iteration. But I'd imagine a fan could find out about her existence easily with how things leak on the internet. 

I just got back from a writer's conference and I got so many tips on novel plotting that I'm high key planning on using for the RP and some great ideas for characterization and I think I'm going to include some flash pieces in there as well (telling a bit of history or condensing vital information and scenes into two or three paragraphs)

And yes, Jackal! I'm still playing with making this the Jackal.

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