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Name
Sullivan O'Toole
as
Picture Perfect
"They call him Mister Worldwide. They call him Mister Clean. They call him the Street Sweeper. They call him Romeo of Montague. They call him the face that launched a thousand tweets. They call him the representative of Queens. They call him Superhero.

His name? His name is Picture Perfect!"
-Pinned Tweet on Picture Perfect's twitter account, made by a local fan.

Age
24

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Bisexual

Flash Mob
"You ever feel like the world revolves around you? Well for me that ain't just a feeling, it's a truth. When I stop moving so does everyone else. The whole world waits to see what I do next. Isn't that amazing?"

Picture Perfect possesses the strange power to spontaneously make people and things around him 'freeze' at will. Time does not stop, nor do bodily functions, but for some inexplicable reason whenever Picture Perfect chooses to stand still so does the world around him. He has some measure of control over this effect at a distance, but the closer he is to the individual or object the more total the effect can be and the more powerfully he can exert it.

One on One he can easily completely freeze an individual seemingly indefinitely if they're within arm's reach so long as he doesn't move either. In terms of limits, he struggles with moderate groups of people or objects such as cars and the effect he can exert on these things is very short lived.

>>Website: Youtube
>>Search: Picture Perfect Stops Robbery In Corona Heights
>>First Result: Eight hundred thousand views
>>Account: PicturePerfectYT
>>Click

"Alright guys, this video was taken in Corona. I got permission from everyone involved to upload it here so my fans could see me in action, so shoutout to those individuals whose privacy will be respected! Here you go, and enjoy."

The video starts slow, depicting a corner store in operation at 2 AM. Few people milling about in what is clearly a smalltime and local shop. Suddenly a trio of armed and masked individuals rushes into the building and brandishes pistols at the inhabitants of this unfortunate store.

Typical things happen, but nothing that wouldn't be appropriate for a Youtube experience; people are ushered around, corralled into an aisle, made to hand over their phones. One of the masked individuals then focuses on the store operator and the register. Only, when he raises the gun, he suddenly stands stock-still and the cashier seems bewildered. The two other robbers do not appear to notice this yet.

Suddenly the robber shuffles in place, apparently able to use their feet- and onto the camera comes the recognizable appearance of Picture Perfect walking calmly up to the side of the robber, the rest of his body held perfectly still. Once within the building, Picture Perfect calmly looks around and takes stock of the situation. As soon as he's noticed by the other two would-be-bandits, they too freeze in place and Picture Perfect seems to speak.

the civilians all shuffle out of the building, taking their possessions back in the process, as they hastily exit the hostile environment. Picture Perfect then leaps into action.

Keeping his right arm locked in place so as to deny the robbers the use of their firearms, he suddenly pulls the adjacent gunman into a headlock and whirls him to the ground and holds still.

One robber was midstep towards the door to run away and topples to the ground, the other was turning his body to level his pistol towards Picture Perfect in a clumsy attempt to use the firearm without the use of his arm. The third, naturally, was now trapped incapable of escaping the headlock. After a few minutes of calmly surveying the scene, Picture Perfect released the now unconscious robber and sprinted aside, delivering a clean but efficient kick across the side of the prone robber's head then planted his feet and remained still once again. He slowly swiveled his head back to look over his shoulder, where the still standing bandit was panicking and trying to bring his gun up against the Superhero.

Picture Perfect slowly began to back towards the man. In his terror, the robber hastily backed away from Picture Perfect now that his legs were working again. Eventually the Superhero had the offending law breaker backed into a corner. Slowly, Picture Perfect produced a cellphone with his offhand. He raised it up steadily, and the flash of the camera can be seen as he takes a selfie with the masked robber. The next burst of movement from Picture Perfect disarmed the man, then sent him reeling to the ground.

Placing a foot on the individual to stop him from rising, Picture Perfect then turned his head up towards the camera and hit it with a million dollar smile and a thumbs up. A clean sweep.

The end of the video becomes a slideshow of selfies that Picture Perfect had taken with the masked robbers after the fact, as well as the one he took during the video, and finally a picture of him shaking hands with a police officer as they took the robbers into custody.

To avoid lengthy descriptors for this one, his eyes possess all the capabilities of an extremely high end camera system. He can zoom his vision very far, focus on scenes and situations despite the distance, determine individual faces from a crowd or distracting background, change filters and observe the world in everything from Sepia to Monochrome, and even see through sudden glares and through low light situations with perfect clarity.

Very useful for someone going around at night trying to beat up ne'er-do-wells.

Using the Marvel Power Grid, Sullivan O'Toole would have a 2 in all categories save strength and combat which would each be a 3; he is an utterly mundane and normal human being, if at the peak of physical form, in excellent shape, and possessing some basic combat training that appears to be a combination of simple martial arts maneuvers and boxing.

Weaknesses
Picture Perfect's weaknesses are mundane and simple. He is only human, for one. This means when he gets hurt, it takes time and medical attention to heal. In a more specific sense, he is a thrill seeker, showoff, and has a soft spot for damsels in distress. This is to say that he's easy to bait, goad, taunt, or otherwise manipulate. Being a generally trusting individual, so long as someone possesses at least a modicum of charisma he will be inclined to hear them out rather than punch first. Oh, and flattery will get you everywhere.

Appearance
"You like my drip? It can be yours too; my merch ships all over the world, check it out. Every dollar you spend on my webstore goes towards a charity of your choosing at checkout, and also keeps me on the streets keeping you safe."
-Picture Perfect, himself

Picture Perfect is a handsome man of Irish-Welsh genes. Average height and build, he has done everything possible to stand out; peak physical form, distinct and manicured appearance, an aesthetic of modern street techwear, and a smile worth a million dollars has turned him into an easy to remember individual. He stands out.

Red hair flows down to his shoulders, availing itself to many distinctive styles and choices to suit the occasion. Depending on the outfit, the traditional tattoos of Celtic/Irish nature on his body may be visible; the most outstanding of which is the full arm sleeve on his right arm depicting Irish Tribal imagery in a pattern from wrist to shoulder.

Other
He really does think he's the whole damn meal and the soda too. Someone please help him stay humble.

"There's a void now; it must be filled. The people are too spoiled by the true events of our modern world- they won't be satisfied by computer generated imitations and controlled explosions anymore. We need something more. Something deeper. Something that taps into the primal aspect of our consumer base and draws it to the surface. We need a new level of media. We need to raise the stakes." 

The man speaking was by all appearances a young man; wealth and healthcare had taken decades off his physical age and left him with a vigor rivalling that of a man half his age. He was addressing a dark room; a conference table; his peers.

"It is fact..."

A slight trail off for dramatic effect.

"With all this news and consumption of Avengers level content, of global politics and of the end-times, it is without a doubt fact that the people have had some time to adjust to a certain level of excitement in their world. When's the last time any of you read a newspaper or checked a newsletter without hoping to hear something of a Superhero, or another world ending event? These topics have become an integral part of our culture and the collective subconscious of our society. Go ask children what they want to be when they grow up- when we were youths, the answers were 'President', 'Firefighter', 'Astronaut', 'Doctor'- and now kids everywhere just dream of being mutants like the X-men, or going out into the world armed with antique weapons, or hoping they discover some rare metal and can make a suit out of it! They dream of being Superheroes and saving the world! How can we hope to supply media for those dreams when the real world already has it all?"

A pause here, a dignified sip of water.

"This next slide is a statistical analysis of movie theater viewership, television ratings, social media clicks- you get the idea, I'll spare you the minutiae. The short end of the issue is the reason we're all gathered here today; Viewership is declining. It's noticeable. It's tangible. We all feel it. We're losing our grip on the way of things and it's all because of some costumed action stars with international contracts and no respect for the media. So we know the problem and we know the end goal- get the people back in front of the screens, get them back to having dreams that they need us to follow."

The man clicks a button on his handheld, the next slide appears depicting the city of New York.

"I believe I have a solution to our problem. We'll start small, use a control group. We'll use New York, and if in a decade the results seem to be adequate we'll expand the project to the rest of the continental states and go from there. What I am offering you, gentle men and women, is a way to get public opinion back on our side."

He smiled. He knew he had them.

"What I'm offering you, is Project Mastermind."

The camera pans outwards, leaving the conference room behind and escaping out the window. The tall skyscraper appears quite ominous in this lighting. Perhaps there's even a flash of lightning in the ba- yes, there's the roll of thunder now. At this point the camera gives a lingering and foreshadowing nod to the company logo;  The New York Media Group (NYMG). Ah, subtlety.

The camera continues its strange obsession with going outwards and skywards until the audience is left staring at the familiar expression of New York City from above. Well, familiar to most; some people haven't seen movies. Oh, would you look at that, now a vicious day/night cycle is being emulated to render an effect as if a great deal of time were passing.

The camera now moves with a great deal of purpose, moving around the city. We witness many employees in jumpsuits and vests, clipboards and electrical tools, working around the city. This one is working on a Transformer. This one climbs a radio tower. That one is making some very important seeming phone calls and circling things on his clipboard. That woman seems important, the camera is lingering on her in the back of a limousine for quite some time isn't it? We should probably try to remember her. She had purple hair, it stood out quit a bit after all, and the camera did its best to give her an air of malice as well. Oh goodie, that one is even tinkering with the cellphone towers. Just what are they up to?

Enter: Sullivan O'Toole.

A young man. Scrappy. Hungry. Looking for a chance to take his shot; yearning to be the diamond in the rough; the one in a million; the Next Big Thing. The world was primed for it, he felt; all the excitement over superheroes and the hole in everyone's hearts with the dissolvement of the Avengers? It was a market ripe for Branding and rife with detritus...

All he needed to do was build his Brand.

A man with big dreams- but no knowledge of the steps needed to realize them. A man in his position does one thing; takes shortcuts. Sullivan O'Toole was a minor internet sensation. A daredevil to be precise, operating on sensationalism and a personality that was approachable and networkable. His earliest videos are of basejumping, skydiving, deep sea snorkeling, extreme paintball combat scenarios, and even some experimental cooking vlogs. He was scraping by to achieve these goals, putting his all into building an identity of social presence.

One fateful day his career had a turning point; his long time girlfriend, who had been prominent in his skydiving videos as the owner and pilot of the plane he used, broke up with him. The reason was, allegedly, she felt he was wasting his potential with this personal endeavor instead of pursuing a...

"Real Career."

His videos began to take a bit of a reckless edge, and some vlog posts included him talking about how things were hard these days but he wasn't giving up on the dream or on his fans. He'd prove her wrong with success instead of holding onto the event as an excuse for vindictive behavior and let it tear him down from what he'd built so far.

The next video to go up was titled 'The Day I Almost Died'

Sullivan was climbing a cellphone tower. A new one, recently installed for the new generation of phone networks. He was wearing a GoPro camera and every so often he looked down to check his progress, which revealed he was climbing this tower A) Freehand and B) on the roof of an already quite tall building. The same kinds of stunts he'd been pulling for years. When he reaches the apex of the tower, he crosses his legs into the railings and holds onto the antenna array as he leans out and extends a Selfie-Stick outwards from his person. The video has a rather unique perspective on the Neighborhood in Queens he was surveilling, and the crispness and clarity of the video was impressive. He was quite good at this.

But suddenly the camera goes fuzzy. The image becomes blurry. Distortion lines warp the image. Sullivan can be heard;

"What the he-"

Then the world spins. The camera falling. The next cut is back to the GoPro, which is also spinning. Heavy distortion and interference in the video revealing that Sullivan was falling and tumbling down the structure. Intermittent contact and scrabbling grabs with metal beams interrupted what otherwise would have been a plummet to the rooftop below. His landing was hard. He wasn't moving. the camera feed distorts totally at this point, its unblinking gaze upwards rendering the cellphone tower a strange and bending thing before the distortion lessens and soon the video returns to normal. 

The video was almost hypnotic.

This is where the video ends; other voices crying out in concern for Sullivan.

Sullivan's next few days were a blur. His ex girlfriend, whose name was Sally, came to visit him in the hospital and dictated a standard-issue 'I Told You So' as well as a bouquet of get well flowers. He has a hazy memory of some strange men and women in suits coming to question him about the tower, claiming they were checking into damages with its structure. Eventually his belligerent responses and unhelpful demeanor warranted the suit-wearing-schmucks to pass the problem up their chain of command.

Sullivan has hazy memories of the visit, he can barely remember what happened, but he knows that a woman with purple hair came to visit him on behalf of the Suits. He only remembers three things concretely;

1) Damn she fine.

2) She was satisfied by his answers and concluded that his skull was thick, but not thick enough to have damaged the tower in any way.

3) When it was time to leave the hospital, his bills were miraculously already paid.

Some people just get all the luck.

This incident turned out to be the defining point in Sullivan O'Toole's life. Upon leaving the hospital the world just looked... Different. Everything had a glossy appeal to it. Everything was...Filtered. Edited. Photoshopped. He could see its potential at a glance. He could shift those filters and see the world in a new lens. He could stop the movie and inspect the frame.

He could make sure that everything turned out Picture Perfect.

At first this fledgling power was used scarcely, to ensure quality footage and whatnot, but eventually as his body fully recovered and his health returned so did that daredevil's edge and that hungry ambition to do more. He could up his game; take the Brand to the next level. He could fill the void. He could be a Superhero.
@Fading Memory

Accepted

Name: Raphael, prefers "Raph"
Alias: Archangel
Species: Enhanced human / "Artificial Angel"
Age: 26ish?
Birthday: Technically he was never born
Gender: Male
Sexuality: The first person to show him love and affection 
Position: Vigilante
Affiliation: The High Order (formerly)
Current Residence: He's been living on the streets of New York for the last four years, rummaging in restaurant dumpsters for his next meal.

Personality: Raph is...difficult. One can hardly blame him; he's the 26 year champion of the Shittiest Life Ever award. He doesn't seem to know how to interact with other people very well. He thinks they'll either use him, turn on him, or even worse, abandon him. He desperately wants to be able to trust someone, but at the same time, he's built a solid wall around himself because he can't get over his past. People are scary, and exposing himself is scary, and emotional availability is scary, and sometimes it's just easier to be a lonely street urchin.

Appearance: As far as street urchins go, Raph is 🤌

He's genetically predisposed to be a supermodel, he can't help it. He's got the arms, the abs, and yes, the ass. The big ol' bird wings are there too. Raphael has white, feathered wings that jut out of his back. Fully expanded, they're about 12 feet wide, while Raph himself is 6 foot even. They can fold up tightly against his back to fit under shirts and in a bulky jacket, he can pull off normal for a little while. But it certainly isn't comfortable.

His hair is dark brown and has a feathery texture. His eyes are hazel.

As a form of punishment when he got too rebellious, the High Order would brand him with symbols related to their organization. Fortunately, this only happened twice. He has an eye with rays shining off of it on his torso, over his left shoulder. He also has "si audieritis vos comedetis bona terrae" painfully and meticulously branded down his left thigh. This one took some time and there's definitely some sloppiness from his struggling.

Powers: 

Raph can fly, of course. Those wings aren't just for looks. He's also way stronger than an average human, faster, more agile, and has advanced healing and heightened senses. He was created to be a synthetic devine being, so he's gotta have something to show for it.

As far as weaknesses go, Raph is very sensitive to smoke and fumes. He can easily choke and pass out, or even die, if he's exposed to too much. Basically walking through a Lush or Bath and Body Works is hell.

Raph requires almost three times the nutritional intake of an average human to sustain flight, advanced healing, and mass. He eats a lot. This can work against him because one too many skipped meals could easily make him past tense.

Stats based on Marvel's power grid

+Flight up to 150 MPH, sprinting. 60 MPH speed sustainable for 5 straight hours with no rest. (But not recommended)
+Enhanced vision
+Internal Compass. He can tell directions just by existing and rarely ever gets lost in a place he's been to at least once.
+Advanced healing. Can heal from most broken bones in a few days, in the right conditions.
+Level 2 Normal Intelligence 
+Level 4 Superhuman Strength 
+Slightly above normal running speed
+Level 3 Enhanced Durability 
+Level 4 Experienced Fighter

-Sensitivity to smoke/fumes, leading to weakness, suffocation, potentially death

-Extremely high nutritional needs. Lack of food could lead to weakness and loss of consciousness within hours, depending on exertion levels, and starvation in mere days. 

Weapons: Dem guns 💪

Likes: Sleeping, hot food, self soothing via violence (don't worry, it's only directed at the bad guys)

Dislikes: Swimming, water in general, 
feeling vulnerable, talking about his ✨ feelings ✨ 

Special skills: Angst World Champ 5 years in a row

Backstory: Oh boy here we go.

Raph was more or less a cabbage patch baby as far as he knows. He's never known parents or family. He was "created" in a facility run by scientists with...interesting ideas. They were a cult is what I'm saying.

This strange mixture of religion and science resulted in a combination of eugenics and DNA bullshit in an attempt to create a devine being. Raphael was the result. While he's certainly attractive, he's not exactly holy.

This science cult, The High Order, as they called themselves, raised Raph as both something to be worshipped and something to be controlled. As you can imagine, this led to some serious inner turmoil.

He was paraded by the high clergy as a god, then beaten when he put a toe out of line. He was told he was holy and sacred, then branded with the symbols and images of the order. He was chained, praised, starved, lavished, and finally, he was fed up.

Raphael made his daring escape four years ago. He left a warpath in his wake. He thought he was finally free, until he learned that the High Order was no small organization; they had cells all across New York city. And they planned to make more angels.

He's been very busy wrecking their shit ever since. But as it turns out, making artificial angels was just a lil side hobby. The High Order also deals in human trafficking, bioweapons, drug trade, political corruption, and oh boy does he have his work cut out for him.

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