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The Band of Not-So-Heroes: A Superhero Comedy

I love the fact that two villains have walked in on this. Hahah.
It's like someone just pulled up a list and hit "Send All" without looking at the names.

> Can that intern be an NPC that gets yelled at, PLEASE? xD

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

G M A N N O U N C E M E N T:

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For this week's discussion, I'm focusing on the secondary plots so I'm asking this; as the Secondary Plots are well underway, what drew you to the one you've decided to join in with? Alternatively, why did you decide to pursue a solo story with your character instead. What sort of plots are you hoping for in the next round and are there elements of Vigilance you feel are either under or over used in the plots?

@Lord Wraith

*Lounges.*
So, Vernon isn't necessarily a vigilante type. He's very on the fence about helping people out sometimes but, it just so happens that the plot area for Dark Necessities is very close to his favorite grocery store-- A threat to Super E Mart is a threat to Vernon. That and the fact that the paramedics and emergency services are stretched thin, kind of got the idea in his head he could put his skills to use, in some kind of way. Really, his involvement is very territorial, and he has no idea what he's even going to do but, he hopes it involves punching, whoever is setting fires, clean in their stupid mouth.

Personally, I wanted to put my character in a plot that was near where he stayed and also one that he isn't necessarily useful in. What's he going to do against fires? Fan them to death? He would be an asset to the current raid on the fake-cops because of the old school military skills-- he would especially be an asset in beating up a bunch of gangsters because that's almost second nature to him. I wanted him to be put in a situation where he'd have to improvise, be forced to meet and potentially work with new people, and have to interact with others beyond tactical planning. He's got to break out of his isolated shell and I figured something that will test him or go wrong would be the best way.

EDIT: I READ IT I SWEAR --As for upcoming plots... uh. I dunno! I'll have to put a lot of thought into it. There's a lot of potential for a lot of thins.

Also, for stuff being over or under used: I feel it's a bit too early to call things that yet. Stuff's just getting started.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

Marcus Todd Bradley

Basic Information

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Name:

Marcus Todd Bradley

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Mark - Stone Angel

Gender:

Male

Age:

20

Height:

5ft 8in

Weight:

140lbs

Home District:

Faircrest Woods, Roseview

Appearance

Hair Color:

Brown

Eye Color:

Brown

Ethnicity:

Half Mexican, Half African-American

Physical Appearance:

Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of kinky brown hair rests atop his head gloriously untamed, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.

That's Marcus in the flesh.

While in his current condition, Marcus resembles himself but as if he has been carved and cut from pure marble, clothing not included. Large wings, similar to those of angels, have sprouted from his back and have full range of motion-- too bad they're seemingly useless.

Attire:

Clothing for labor and working are all that Marcus wears or buys. Work boots, well worn denim pants, thick coats, and a stereotypical amount of flannel reside in his wardrobe. Marcus used to be seen with his hair in a ponytail in order to wear warm "bomber" hats and skullcaps but, now he can't exactly do that. A pair of work gloves were always on his person, be it in his back pocket or worn, because work could come up at anytime, right?

Nowadays he goes shirtless, barefoot, with a simple pair of cargo shorts to cover his marbles, sometimes swapped out for a kilt, as pants tend to tear when his legs move too much.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Get right to the point.
Marcus doesn't like beating around the bush or exaggeration. When business is on there'd better be clear and concise instruction, otherwise he feels his time is wasted. Unfortunately this is how he handles everything in life, making his demeanor very serious. He's a humorless young man with a deep well of patience by contrast. Marcus doesn't like to rush but he does want his time to be well spent. He laughs rarely and smiles only out of politeness. He keeps quiet around others unless there is need for his opinion, perspective, or he feels there is an idea he can contribute for better success-- Marcus hates failure. His hatred of failure is only matched by his hatred of losing, as he is fiercely competitive.

Hobbies/Interests:

Baseball, Football, and Farming-- Go, Seahawks!

Skills/Talents:

From manual labor to selling the crop, Marcus can do both with ease and skill. He drives a hard bargain, knows how to pinch every nickel and penny out of a customer, and backs off just in time to seal the deal. Marcus also has the strength to plow, toss hay, and lift a lot of heavy things around for hours on end, no breaks, in whatever terrible weather happens to be out that day. He does this all without complaint and the grim silence of a farmer well past his years of giving a lick.

He can also hit a baseball like nobody's business and throw a football about eighty yards, on a good day.

Goals/Motivation

Marcus wants to see his family-- mother and brothers-- safe and out of harm. He now knows he has the power to do so and will stop at nothing to ensure this goal is met. He will go to any lengths, doing whatever he deems necessary, to accomplish this goal.

History/Bio:

Marcus was born and raised out here in Roseview, oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.

He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store, on top of his duties of selling produce at the Havenfield Market, and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household.

Unfortunately, said grocery store caught on fire one day, burned to the ground, and activated Marcus' powers. Since that incident, Marcus has had a body of stone, unable to shift back into a human form. This has done very little from stopping his goal however, and he regularly makes appearances at the market. People's acceptance of his condition seem to vary by the moment though, some of the people that have known him for lengths of time rarely stray from accepting him as is.

Relationships

Family:
Blanca Cardenas-Bradley - Mother - Alive - Called "Mom"

An ordinary woman who moved to America from Mexico. Only three years into her stay did she meet her future wife, Tina. She gave birth to all four of her children only after being married and used the same sperm donor for all four, one that specifically looked as similar to Tina as possible. Blanca has been called the negotiator by frequenters of the Havenfield Markets, because of her smooth talking and ability to conduct business in a way that leaves all parties satisfied. She taught Marcus everything he knows about economics, mathematics, and handled the majority of his home schooling. Skillfully, Blanca balances her family and the checkbook with exacting and sometimes unrealistic standards.

Tina Bradley - Mother - Alive - Called "Mama"

The daughter of farmers from Texas, Tina didn't feel like taking over her parent's lands and instead moved to the north west. This was a move wholly out of spite. She's easygoing enough up until she finds reason to hold a grudge, apparently. Tina taught Marcus everything there was to know about farming-- including what little knowledge she had of animal healthcare and husbandry. Tina works hard-- too hard-- and often gets tunnel vision when it comes to interacting with others. If it's not about work, she sometimes doesn't hear it.

Clayton 17, Wayne 15, and Shane 15 - Brothers - All Alive _thankfully.

Marcus' brothers help out around the farm and at the market. Wayne and Shane are identical twins that regularly "switch places" in order to confuse people-- they're both pranksters and extremely outgoing, opting for sports and rough housing rather than anything else, usually. Clayton is a soft-spoken dreamer that paints watercolor landscapes when he's not busy.

The Countless Many - Various!

Marcus' extended family consists of numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents on Bianca's side. Tina's side seems to be somewhat-nuclear and rarely spoken of. To this day, Marcus has still never met Tina's parents or her siblings.

Dynamics:

| None Yet! |

| Impression | Relationship | "Quote Here." |

[Description of Relationship]

Abilities

Power Class:

Elemental - Mimicry

Power:
Stone Body

Since the activation of Marcus' powers, he has taken a form consisting of a thick layer of white marble with large "angel wings" protruding from his back. This, as far as he knows, is the only thing his powers can do.

Strong Enough

Marcus gained increased strength in order to compensate for his sudden shift in weight. He's strong enough to move freely, run, and leap just a bit-- but not nearly high enough to slam dunk a basketball.

Limits:

This is all he's capable of and cannot transform back into a person made of flesh, at the moment.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

While it has not happened yet and he is very unaware of the possibility, the state he is in can be cracked and broken, resulting in an un-healable amputation, depending on what is broken off, as well as heavy bleeding. He cannot regenerate and the bleeding takes a very long time to slow and stop, before a layer of marble moves in to cover the wound.

Marcus' body weight is massive compared to his regular self, coming in at 580lbs while he is in this marble state. He cannot run very fast without effort and, once he gets going, it can be difficult to stop. He can't swim at all. The wings on his back are hilariously useless and seem only decorative. If anything can break marble, melt, or even control marble, he's going to have major issues.

He has lost his sense of smell and touch, so he can't feel heat or cold, and Marcus does not breathe or eat anymore. He sometimes breaks things, due to his weight and inability to properly feel just how tight of a grip he has on something. Sleep is a necessity due to his state being a constant but slow energy drain. As the days roll by, Marcus finds himself slowly growing more lethargic and needing longer periods of rest. This power is putting a constant leak on his energy stores and he is at risk for Ashing in the future, if his powers do not deactivate.

Marcus' strength is enough to move freely without being slow but, that's not enough to say, lift a car. He could punch a hole in a wall but, it would take some effort and tire him, making Marcus need a cat-nap to recover, at the least. His stamina is a decent drawback on his skills and strengths-- it only marginally increased to compensate for the added weight.

Marcus needs plenty of naps, lots of sleep, and should not participate in large amounts of intense activity for too long. He could do so but, then he begins to dig into reserves of energy that cause him to enter a state of increasing altered mental status-- like a person who has lost too much blood or is about to faint. That being said, such a state of increased activity can eventually lead to fainting after an extended amount of tine.

Other:

• Marcus has a very strong fear of the dark and doesn't like going out without a flashlight.

Courtney Peterson

Basic Information

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Name:

Courtney Peterson

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

YouTube Name: BlacK4tBlu

Gender:

Female

Age:

23

Height:

5ft 4in

Weight:

130lbs

Home District:

Lower South Royer Town, Prince Ed-Field

Appearance

Hair Color:

Blue, blonde, black

Eye Color:

Gray

Ethnicity:

African American - Korean descent

Physical Appearance:

Courtney puts a lot of effort into her makeup. Never is she seen without perfectly applied foundation, eyeshadow, and lipstick to match her outfit. Her pierced ears are host to silver or gold hoops and studs, among the three holes pierced into each ear. Deadlocked hair hangs down to the middle of her back with bleached tips, bright blue dyed centers, and the remaining hair being dyed pitch black. Her face is average looking but her steel colored sharp eyes stand out. Her build is flat, square, and broad shouldered.

Attire:

The color black dominates her wardrobe, followed closely by blue and purple. Jeans, fashionable skirts, and leather coats often accompany her graphic t-shirts. Accessories made of leather with studs, spikes, or chains are always on her person. Her footwear consists largely of over the ankle boots or leather lace up shoes. For the most part, she dresses in layers and likes to keep herself covered up.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Bubbly, outgoing, and overwhelmingly cheerful describe Courtney in simple terms. She's extroverted with an empathetic need to make others feel welcome, cheer them up, or otherwise ensure that they aren't feeling too "down." This is due to the fact that Courtney feels horribly dissatisfied and unhappy with her current circumstances. She doesn't wish to let others know how depressed she feels inside. Still, she has hope that things will get better and optimism that seems endless.

All this being said, Courtney is not very book smart or logical. She often misses details others would pick up easily and makes major miscalculations when it comes to information interpretation. She hates school and only remembers all the naps she took in class before dropping out of high school, refusing to pursue any further education. Her intelligence is artistic, rather than book smart or street smart.

Hobbies/Interests:

Makeup, costume design, and music.

Skills/Talents:

Courtney was classical piano trained at a very young age and is quite gifted at playing the piano. Her abilities with makeup artistry came a little later in life. From Halloween costumes to cosplay, Courtney has been requested numerous times to assist with makeup artistry from a few notable persons-- all thanks to her channel on YouTube.

Goals/Motivation

Courtney seeks recognition of her talents in the costume design industry as well as her talent in music composition. If the world continues getting weird however, she thinks these two goals would be very difficult to accomplish.

History/Bio:

A Story of Hot-dogs and Gods

As an only child, Courtney was privileged to have the full extent if her parents attention. She was born and raised in Colorado and spent the majority of her life there, rarely taking trips out of state. A lot of effort was made by her parents to support her artistic endeavors, even after she dropped out of high school. Things were quiet, normal, and very boring for Courtney but, as with most rebellious youth, she joined a gang after dropping out, dabbled in drug dealing, got a really bad tattoo, then called it all quits years later.

During her time spent with the gang, which was truly more of a small group of knuckleheads that called themselves the "Coin Tossers", Courtney was the go-to for tagging things with spray paint. Though she wasn't very good at it, she was solely responsible for holding the can and spraying, while the others either assisted with her getting into seemingly unreachable positions or pulling guard. The most notable place she was tasked to tag was a blank billboard at the top of an abandoned and derelict hot-dog factory.

She and two members of the Coin Tossers, on a hot summer night, scaled the outside of the building via fire escape. They scaled a rusted and creaky ladder, attached to the billboard, until they reached their destination. All was well until it came time to descend the billboard. While one of the gang members descended, the rusted bolts and screws, holding the ladder to the support pole of the billboard, broke free and sent the teenager hurtling to the ground below. This resulted in that gang member breaking both their legs and being knocked briefly unconscious by the rusted metal falling onto their head. Courtney and the third Coin Tosser were trapped at the top with no way of getting down and the person laying at the bottom was in no condition to call for help-- they all left their cellphones behind to charge in the Coin Tosser leader's car.

Seeing as they were silly teenagers that didn't think ahead, neither Courtney nor her companion brought any food or water to keep them nourished through the coming forty two hours they would be trapped at the top of the billboard. It was during this incident, when the summer sun began to fill the sky at noon, burning Courtney and her companion in a Colorado triple-digit heatwave, that her powers manifested.

It was a simple wishing, praying, hoping hard that something would come and block out the sun, that caused her first Mirror to assemble itself. Courtney immediately broke it, reassembled it, figured out it was her creation, then she proceeded to shelter herself, her companion, and the Coin Tosser laying miserably on the ground below, from the summer sun with sporadic results. Due to the fact she was dehydrated and hungry, the mirrors would regularly dissolve, causing her to expend more energy to create them again. Thankfully this was enough to keep the three cooled and protected from the heat wave until the rescue crews figured out how to get them down from there. The Coin Tossers soon disbanded afterward leaving Courtney, sixteen at the time, with a lot of time on her hands and nothing to do.

Michelle, Courtney's mother, purchased a large collection of makeup and brushes one day in an attempt to cheer Courtney up-- the days on end of depressing piano melodies filling the house were starting to make Michelle cringe. Thus began Courtney's obsession with YouTube make-up tutorials. Eric, Courtney's father, one day suggested that she make a YouTube channel like "All the other cool kids," dedicated to doing make-up tutorials as well-- he also suggested she throw in her piano music too, because that would make her stand out a little. Courtney began her channel with the screen name BlacK4tBlu. She began with a few tutorial videos but, she was somewhat hindered by her lack of equipment-- having to film herself via camera phone for the most part.

Months later on her seventeenth birthday, Courtney received a HD camera, some editing software, and a very expensive microphone from her parents. The increase in quality brought more attention to Courtney's YouTube channel but, what really earned her recognition, was a video by the name of "Universe Embodiment Make-Up Tutorial."

In this video, Courtney performed a time lapse of herself playing an original piano composition, applying makeup one brush at a time, to slowly give her entire face, neck, and upper body, the appearance of a galaxy and nebula, complete with a few planets. Courtney's video became viral within the week, giving her over thirteen million views, and bringing in a spike of three-hundred thousand followers-- she was only eighteen at the time.

Courtney created a second viral video less than a year after. She used her mirror powers to create kaleidoscope effects and reflection-play in order to make a "trippy" video of her "transforming" her parents into the "God of Mars and Goddess of Venus." The video featured more special effects makeup, a full body transformation, filmed as time-lapse, and another original piano composition. The views on this video broke the two-million mark within twelve hours, then sky rocketed to over twenty-million views, granting her a few interviews and articles on popular internet news sites, and two-hundred thousand more followers.

With her YouTube channel earning her a name, some income, and plenty of popularity, Courtney has since participated in numerous conventions, contests, and other events in order to increase her following and make her skills more known. Around her twentieth birthday however, her father was diagnosed with cancer, which lead to a decline in activity on her channel and thus, a decline in viewership. A few months following his diagnosis, Courtney began making videos again but, this time they were simple make-up tutorials, an attempt to begin creating again despite her depression. When it was determined that her father needed more intensive care that the local hospital could not provide, Courtney went on a year long hiatus while her family figured out their next move.

It was determined that a hospital, up north in Washington, may have the specialized doctors and nurses that could help Eric's rapidly declining condition. Michelle was quick to secure a house, transportation, and a job, within a matter of weeks, leading to a sudden and rapid relocation. Courtney's family settled in Baybridge around four months ago and she's still getting used to everything. There is a lot she doesn't know about the town or it's people. She's yet to make any friends, despite her attempts, and is starting to give up on the prospect to instead focus on her art and music. Still, she does feel very lonely.

Courtney only recently recorded her first video since hiatus. It featured a brief walk and look around Baybridge, which served as a treat to her diehard fans-- ones that continued their subscription to her even through the hiatus. In the video she told them her reasons for being absent and promised that new content would soon be underway.

Relationships

Family:
Eric Peterson - Father - Hospitalized

Eric is the half Korean half African American son of a carpenter and a jeweler. He has lung cancer and is currently hospitalized. He's a kind and caring man who was once an architect. Eric raised Courtney with patience and calmness, rarely ever disciplining his child, simply because he is a wimp. Now that he's in Baybridge, he's mostly in and out of the hospital as he receives treatments.

Michelle Peterson - Mother - Alive

Michelle is an African American woman from Louisiana. She is fiery compared to Eric's easygoing nature. She's a passionate woman who loves to argue and debate, feeling it's the best way to solve problems. During Courtney's childhood, she was the main disciplinarian of the household and often had a tense relationship with her daughter. She currently works as a full time tax auditor for the IRS.

Dynamics:

| None Yet! |

| Impression | Relationship | "Quote Here." |

[Description of Relationship]

Abilities

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:
Reflective Surface Creation

Courtney has the ability to create mirror-like panels with a wave of her hand. They can vary in size and shape but, all have a distinctly "gooey" texture to them and are able to be passed through with slight effort. They reflect light, heat, infrared, X-ray, and ultra-violet waves. These shields are created from metallic particles in the air, dust, or dirt, microscopic to the eye but agitated and aggressively assembled at her call.

Limits:

The limits are plenty. Courtney expends energy with the creation and maintaining of the mirrors. The energy expended increases with the dimensions of the mirror, making it more difficult to maintain for long lengths of time, or outright impossible to assemble in the first place.

Her ideal mirror is no larger than 10ft x 10ft in the shape of a square, with a 0.3in thickness-- this one can be maintained for hours at a time without bringing her close to exhaustion.

She also cannot be a great length away from whatever mirror she creates. Courtney must be able to see the mirror in order to maintain it and cannot create a mirror in a location she cannot see. The further away from the mirror she is, the more energy is expended to maintain it. An ideal distance for her to stand is within six feet.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

The Mirror can also be easily penetrated by physical objects and doing so puts a strain on Courtney's energy reserves-- often manifesting as physical pain. Any sort of magnetism will destroy the barrier with little effort, cause her a great deal of physical pain, and sap a large amount of her energy.

Electricity can be conducted by the Mirror for a short period of time before it breaks apart entirely-- this can be a drawback or an advantage, depending on circumstance.

Multiple mirrors are possible but the energy expended increases with the amount that are produced, no matter their size-- i.e. two mirrors takes double the energy, three takes triple, etc..

Other:

• She has over eight hundred-thousand followers on YouTube, are you one of them?

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

@Zombiedude101@Mr Allen J
Whaddup! I have edited Courtney's story, elaborated on things, and have prepared her for resubmission and review!
Also, I'll make that note on Marcus' profile about the increased strength to carry himself.

*Accepted and moved into character tab.*

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

Submission of Character Sheet number 2. Okay.
Please review.
Thank you for your time!

*Chops up*
Time for editing!

The Band of Not-So-Heroes: A Superhero Comedy

@Ampere I love the "attempted communication" line.
"Are you not entertained" is something me and my buddies scream on the regular. Just at stupid stuff. Bag of chips not opening? Are they not entertained?!
Red light just before you get to it? IS IT NOT ENTERTAINED?!

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

*Pushes into the Character Tab*
Marcus T. Bailey - Submitted and Accepted!

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

Vernon Thompson

Plot: Dark Necessities || Location: Kilbride, Super E Mart, Night

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Dim lights and the steady drum of rain against the roof of the building caused Vernon to yawn. Softly, the cash register booped and beeped as items were scanned at a steady pace. He leaned over the handle of the shopping cart to stretch his back. He stared ahead of himself, his gaze passing through the large paneled windows of the storefront, and into the rain soaked parking lot. Streetlights gave everything an orange glow in the rain, the light taking on a sap-like quality because of all the water.

The cashier, a young brown-skinned woman with dyed red hair and long decorated nails, blurted out suddenly, "You came at a weird time, Mr. Vernon."

Arching a brow, Vernon looked over at her and replied, "Don't I always come at this time?"

Two and a half hours before the store closed on a Saturday, preferably around the end of the month, Vernon always arrived for his monthly restock of food. The Super E Mart tended to empty out around this time or it was populated by people that were half-drunk and hyper-focused on their searching for groceries-- not by the nosy mothers of four with screaming children or the large groups of teenagers acting like stupid little shits. He would call this store, despite it's size, actually something peaceful around this time. Most of the other cashiers were either clocked out or staring at the ceiling lights, waiting for their time to leave, except for...

Vernon squinted and eyed the young woman's nametag-- Ah, Yolanda. She had worked at the store for maybe three years and he still hadn't memorized her name. She was around her twenties or something, he couldn't tell, but her work schedule seemed to always line up with his visits. They had something of a good rapport between them and she liked to keep him updated on local events every so often.

"Naw," Yolanda replied, "I don't mean like that-- I mean, like, they been havin' some weird trouble this whole week. Fires over in, like, that labor district, gangs acting up, and then, like, all this rain. Folks ain't been goin' out much but they come in to stock up when stuff, like, looks like it's goin' down hill."

Glancing over his shoulder, Vernon eyed isle six, the one where the large bottles of water and soda resided, and reminded himself of it's relative emptiness. The steady booping of the cash register occupied the silence between them for a moment as Vernon lapsed into thought. Two piees of information weren't unusual in Yolanda's report but, the first thing she had said?

"Fires?"

"Yeah Mr. Vernon, up by the uh-- you know. That electrical labor place?"

"Power district?"

"Mmhm," Yolanda replied, rotating a box of popcorn around, trying to find the barcode, "Firemen been real busy, same with the hospital folk, they been racin' all over the place I hear. I mean, like, my grandma went to the ER for chest pain but had to wait a real long time, like, last week or so." Vernon shook his head, "How they startin' fires in this kind of weather?"

Yolanda sucked her teeth the took a sarcastic tone as she replied, "I ain't no fire-ologist Mr. Vernon, I scan items in E Mart." Vernon couldn't help but smile. "Plus," continued Yolanda, "I don't even live up that way so, well, like, I don't really care too much, you know?" She shrugged then started typing on her cash register, "Cash, credit, or debit?"

Vernon gave her a weary stare as he pushed his shopping cart forward.

"Yeah I know Mr. Vernon, I just gotta ask every time," Yolanda responded without a glance at him, "Like, you ain't gotta look at me with that face-- two-hundred thirty seven dollars, forty cents is your total." Vernon pulled a weathered leather wallet out of his coat and began counting through his cash.

A young man, face covered in acne, rushed seemingly out of nowhere to pull the cart to the end of the register belt. Vernon heard the boy's heavy sigh as he began bagging the groceries. "Don't waste your breath like that, Julian," Vernon warned the boy, "Else you ain't gonna have enough goin' to ya head."

"Mr. Vernon you know all I need to worry about is catching the football," Julian laughed over the sound of plastic bags, "This just a part of my biography on Wikipedia to make me look normal later!"

"Yeah, well, look normal with all ya brain cells, huh?"

Shaking his head, Vernon moved to assist Julian with bagging the groceries. He was a good kid but he was a right knucklehead when he wanted to be-- reminded Vernon of himself sometimes. Julian waved a hand as if to shoo Vernon away, "What you doing, man? You know you ain't gotta help me out like that slow-ass Amberly chick-- you in a hurry?"

"Yeah-- you know Bongo outside gettin' antsy."

"No she ain't. I saw her on the way in man, she chillin'," Julian chuckled again. Vernon continued to help him with bagging the groceries. After a few minutes all the groceries were bagged, the price paid for in exact change, and Julian was walking Vernon to his truck to help load the groceries up. "Really workin' hard for that tip, mmhm," Vernon told Julian as they loaded the groceries into the covered truck bed.

"You know it-- I gotta buy the new Fifa game, need this extra money!"

Vernon shook his head and handed Julian a ten dollar bill then waved goodbye to Julian. He opened up the truck door and found Bongo relaxing on the passenger's side of the bench seat. She perked up slightly when he sat down and started the engine.

"You ready, girl? I think we got some fires to fight," Vernon briefed the dog, "I hear there's a bit of truble up in the Power District. We close enough, ain't we?" Bongo pushed herself up from laying then pawed at the window behind them. Vernon slid the tiny pane of glass open and Bongo shoved her head out to, staring over the truck bed, panting slightly. "Naw, I ain't get nothin' that's gonna spoil. We got enough milk at the house, meat in the freezer..." He trailed off as he shifted gears and began driving.

Pert of Vernon wondered what exactly he was going to do when he got to the Power District but, another part of him wondered how fires could be a a big problem, enough for Yolanda to take note of, especially in this weather. She was good for telling him big occurrences, ones that he needed to know as a citizen but, never had she made him take note of something like a fire problem or power lines down-- that sort of thing.

This time Vernon knew something weird must have been up. Yolanda's inability to remember details often irritated him but she would at least get the most important gist of it, then relay it to him.

Well in about fifteen minutes or so, Vernon would see what exactly there was to note about these fires, once he arrived. Vernon turned the radio on and eased in to the ride, letting his thoughts focus on the song.
_{Currently playing on the radio:http://tinyurl.com/b8unk4r}

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

*Gently caresses the RP.*
I'm here for you, baby.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

RAM HEAD

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^{VERNON LEROY THOMPSON ◼ JUNE 14, 1963 (54) ◼ MALE ◼ AUGMENTED}

^{"Apache flyin' high, hellfire from the sky!"}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"We are not afraid to die, so early in the mornin'!"}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 6ft
◼ WEIGHT |190lbs
◼ BUILD |Hearty, aged, muscled
◼ HAIR COLOR |Gray
◼ EYE COLOR | Brown Left, Cloudy Gray Right
◼ OTHER | Horribly scarred right side of face

//DESCRIPTION:

Dirty describes Vernon in simple terms. He dresses oddly, wearing soft leathers and thick scarves year round, with a particular obsession with keeping his hair short and facial hair absent. All of his clothing is mismatched or threadbare. Sometimes a well worn brown leather hat is on his person, either worn or hanging around his neck. Clearly he was once built from well-sculped muscle at some point but, that has somewhat deteriorated from age and lack of use. Still, due to a sparse diet, desert conditions, and excellent genetics, Vernon has kept a very low body fat percentage. His eyes are always red and bloodshot and he often reeks of alcohol. To say he is confident undermines the sheer up front attitude with which he carries himself-- prideful and very in-your-face, despite his circumstances. Vernon is a man hardened by isolation, paranoia, and a former military lifestyle. All this hides a very real and often crippling sense of loneliness. He feels no one will be able to understand him again, that he is best left alone in the wilderness, and that anyone trying to get close to him is trying to "trick him."

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Don't nobody move at zero-dark thirty 'cept soldiers and shitters."}

Born and raised in the Southern United States, Vernon grew up poor and the middle child of five. Seeking to make a name for himself and to make more money to buy that legendary "pot to piss in" Vernon Leroy Thompson became a boxer. He wasn't the best but he wasn't the worst-- a real darkhorse of a fighter that won against opponents no one bet on him to win against. Withstanding concussive blows without falling earned him the name "Ram Head" inside the ropes.

Eventually, Veron gave up his dreams of becoming the next Muhammad Ali and enlisted into the U.S. Army. at the age of twenty four. He chose to become a combat medic, figuring that there would be both the undeniable use for him and a steady paycheck. Around that time, the Gulf War, Operation Desert Shield, was in full swing, and he ended up immediately shipped off to war. Vernon also participated in Desert Storm then, years later, in the invasion of Iraq.

Three deployments passed in support of the Iraq invasion before Vernon, aged 40 at the time, on an ill-fated convoy, was involved in an IED explosion. This resulted in the loss of his legs, right arm, right eye, and significant scarring.

Upon rehabilitation and military discharge, several failed attempts to live with his family, and inability to accept proper treatment for his post-traumatic stress, Vernon found himself homeless and heading west. Along the way he found himself a dog, a trailer, and a rather isolated place in the northern Nevada desert that let him live in relative peace.

There came a time however, while watching his morning marathon of The Price is Right, that a commercial advertising compensation for disabled veterans aired. The year was 2014 and the augmentation breakthrough had sank it's teeth firmly in the population. Like any good consumer, Vernon dialed the number on the screen, found a lawyer, a doctor, found out that they had been trying to contact him for months now, disregarded that fact, and eventually found himself on a surgical table at a Veterans Affairs hospital in Northern California.

There, Vernon received new legs, a new arm, and eventually a new eye, but there are wounds that hospitals cannot heal, sadly. Still prone to bouts of paranoia and hostility, Vernon retreated back to the desert, this time opting to stay in California, where he could keep himself alone and safe from the troubles of the world.

Still, there came the commercials and news reports, interrupting his Walker Texas Ranger marathons, that served both to keep him informed about events and to fuel his sleeping passion for doing what's right. Someone needed to bring justice to fools, didn't they? And then there were the weird motorcycle gangs, making so much noise so often, that he couldn't exactly ignore to the world's problems anymore...

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"I'd turn a blind eye but, I ain't got one no more."}

He used to box and then he used to box. Who was supposed to keep good peace and order when the cops were too busy responding to other calls? They couldn't be everywhere at once, after all, so Vernon often found himself knocking petty thugs around the head when he was younger. Now? Well, maybe those busy cops needed help again plus, he figures he can beat up thugs and still make it home in time for Wheel of Fortune anyway. Seems like it's about time he paid more attention to the world again.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"Ain't nothin' you can't learn from a good bit of sufferin'-- I mean, studyin'. You ever notice the dyin' in that word?"}

//ABILITIES:

◼ Augmented Limbs and Eye | Vernon's legs from the thigh down have been replaced with augments. They have the power to propel him high into the sky, run great distances, stand for hours. His right arm from the shoulder down was replaced and is capable of carrying and moving intense weight. Vernon's right eye was replaced as well and sees perfectly with the ability to see up to two miles out with clarity.

//SKILLS:

◼ Military Marksmanship and Tactics| Military training consists of learning how to shoot, move, and communicate. When one does these things for years of their life, such tasks aren't easily forgotten. Vernon is well versed in military tactics from house to house combat, grappling techniques, and leadership. These skills also became something of a necessity while living in the middle of nowhere-- hunting is sometimes a means of survival.

◼ Military Medicine| Vernon was an Army Combat Medic that experienced several active enemy combat deployments. He knows how to keep a patient living with or without proper supplies. This by no means makes him an expert in medicine or even anatomy, however. Time and medical advances have introduced many techniques which he has no experience with. Though dated his skills, they are something of a foundation upon which higher skillets were built, and therefore useful.

◼ Hard Head | They didn't call him Ram Head for nothing. He was known for being able to withstand direct blows to the head and face like a champion. Had Vernon been more skilled, he likely could have went far.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ Only Human | He may have fancy augments but they are hindered by his personal endurance. He's still an old man, after all, so he can only do as much as his heart and lungs allow. His right arm is limited by the muscle and bone surrounding it, too. If the muscle and bone can be broken or otherwise strained by the weight or force set against the mechanical limb, then there will be some pain and huge problems.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ Electrical Attacks | Like most early augment recipients, Vernon is especially vulnerable to electrical attacks. An electrical attack can render his augments useless and his eye blinded. His eye actually went out versus a wool blanket with too much static cling-- a story he doesn't speak of.

◼ Getting OLD| Vernon doesn't like to admit to the virtual pharmacy's worth of pills he needs to take in order to get going in the morning. Then there's the fact that no matter how many pain meds are perscribed, his back still tends to hurt after a long day's worth of work. While any other person at 54 would be considered still reasonably young, Vernon's been aged by intense labor and his military career's worth of stress, and it shows.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD BY IC

▼ FRIENDS

◼ Bongo, the English Mastiff | Only Friend In The World

^{"Boof? Wuff? WOOF!"}

Bongo was a stray puppy that began following Vernon at a train station in Texas, after Vernon handed the dog a bit of jerky. They've been friends for years. Bongo has grown old but still acts just as spry as a puppy. Bongo follows Vernon everywhere and refuses to be left behind. Bongo is very disobedient to commands most of the time. There are occasional bouts of obedience, however.

◼ TBD BY IC

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD BY IC

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ The Demon's Teeth | Lonely Trailer Far off the road, with no mailbox, at the end of an unmarked and rarely used trail, sits a metal trailer with room enough for two. A firepit sits to the side of the trailer that appears to have frequent use. Behind the trailer is an orange and white umbrella accompanied by a wooden picnic table, a large rusted metal grill, and another fire pit. A lazy looking dog usually sits in the shade of this umbrella. This is where Vernon lives. Needless to say, Vernon gets most of his mail delivered via Drone drop or simply not at all.

◼ Kilbride| Super E Mart Vernon used to bring his pickup truck in town only to restock his food stores. Nowadays he tends to leave the truck in the parking lot and walk about town. Remember those thugs that needed a beating? This is where his hunts generally start from.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ Dog Tags | To Remember... Vernon first saw dog tags as a silly and stereotypical thing, then essential, eventually as a reminder of times gone and past. He retains both his tags around his neck on their proper chains. There are two other short chain dog tags dangling next to his own-- both soldiers he was close friends with that had no surviving family to receive the tag.