[CHAR] Worm - Chicago (High casual) (Superheroes and villains)

[solokolos]

Ryan Bell

Real name:
Ryan Bell
(Ryan Bell is not known to be the villain 'Blackout')
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Hero/Villian name:
Blackout
Affiliation:
Member of Blackout's crew.
Biography:

Ryan was born in North Chicago, to a seemingly average family. He had a happy childhood, but not much else. His father, also named Ryan got a promotion a short time after Ryan Junior's 8th birthday. The future looked pretty bright for the Bell family, as Alice, Ryan's mother could now be a stay at home mom, and soon got pregnant with another child. She gave birth when Ryan junior was 10 years old to a healthy baby girl. The family's life continued to be pretty prosperous.

At 14 he and his family visited Lausanne, Switzerland. That same day the Endbringer, the Simurgh appeared for the first time. The Simurgh used its abilities to make Ryan's mother kill Ryan's father, and fatally wound Ryan-junior, after presumably killing his young sister. Ryan then had his trigger event. The trigger event was followed by a person from another dimension, who was put there by the Simurgh, to heal him, and allow him and the unknown woman to evacuate before PRT officials arrived. The PRT killed all people in Lausanne, almost definitely including Ryan's mother.

He traveled for a little less then a year with the woman who saved him, who he called Margaret. She could not speak English, but she seemed to understand basic communication. It later turned out she too was a victim of the Simurgh's mind manipulation. This was revealed when she attempted to kill a random passerby, forcing Ryan to flee once again.

Ryan finally got back home when he talked to the PRT and plead his case. He claimed he was a teleporter, who had accidentally ended up in Switzerland. and claimed he couldn't demonstrate his power out of fear. A local tinker brought him home, at which point he was contacted (through unknown means) by The Boss. At 17 he now lives in a residence arranged by The Boss, an abandoned building with a luxurious interior. His arms were arranged by The Boss, along with his costume, which The Boss claims is untraceable.

Personality:

Ryan is a pretty giddy individual, most of the time acting pretty bubbly. He's not exceptionally strict, but he does show a tendency towards snapping at individuals when they won't obey the leadership. Despite this, he himself is not a natural born leader. Rather he is a great second in command, and enjoys having input on the planning stages. Unfortunately, thanks to his power, he is unable to be anything but half a magic trick. The mislead before the prestige. He rarely expresses any emotion besides happiness, or a bubbly silence.

Residence:
Lives in a rather large abandoned construction building.
Parental status:
Father dead, mother missing.
Costume:
A black, non skintight suit, with Kevlar underneath. Has a Kevlar helmet on as well, with a black wig underneath the helmet.

Though he doesn't know it, the equipment he has on isn't Kevlar, but much stronger Tinkerfab aromor.
Power:
Complete power nullification, and a mental block preventing anyone nearby from communicating, or understanding any communications given to them. Hand signals, words, anything that could share an idea becomes meaningless. However anyone in range of the power immediately knows his exact location. If they have visual contact with him, this drawback does nothing.
Power range:
30m radius in a sphere around him. Consistent power strength.
Power safeguards:
N/A
PRT ranking:
Trump 7, stranger 5
Weapons:
A small handgun on his side. A rather large knife on the other side. Magazines for his pistol on a belt that loops behind his back, and in front of him.

[XLegs]

Real name:
Phoebe Foster
(Not known to the public)

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Phoebe Foster

Phoebe is somewhat petite -- not overly so, but she's definitely physically smaller than average in all aspects -- and would be described by most as 'cute' and 'pretty' rather than 'sexy.' Her nose and upper cheeks are lightly covered with freckles and small, scratch-like scars, the latter of which can also be seen on her eyelids when she closes her eyes.

Those scars continue down the right side of her body -- a few, harder to notice ones on her small shoulder, and light burn scars mixed in with the scratches further down her forearm and the side of her hand. The burns are very well healed, leaving her skin relatively un-disfigured, with only a pink colouration. She has more noticeable burn scars down the right side of her torso, concentrated around her upper hip. These have also been well taken care of, leaving no blisters and only a discolouration.

Due to her active lifestyle, she is in excellent shape, with her body being lightly toned.

Hero/Villain name:
Scarlet

Affiliation:
Member of the Wards

Biography:
Phoebe was the second child of a happy couple of paramedics. While she was born in Rochester, Minnesota, she never was never able to truly consider any place to be 'home' due to her parent's adventure-seeking nature. It seemed like the family of four moved at least once every two years, something that took a toll on the more reserved and quiet Phoebe. For the young girl, making friends was already a difficult task, one she began to decide wasn't worth it, seeing as by the time she'd made any she'd have to leave them.

While her older sister was more outgoing, she also felt the same way, leading to the two becoming each other's closest friend. For Phoebe, her sister made life bearable.

When Pheobe was 11, her family was living in New York, and were all at Times Square for New Year's Eve. Pheobe, feeling overwhelmed by all the people, got separated from her family, and, of course, began to panic. It only took a minute for her sister to appear through the crowd, though, immediately hugging and comforting the immensely relieved younger girl.

The moment the two broke their hug, a loud series of explosions overpowered and quieted the crowd's excited chatter -- which was replaced in a short moment by screaming and yelling. Whipping around, the sister's saw a greasy man in ragged clothes, wearing no mask, revealing the strange mix of emotions on his face that overwhelmed him. With both hands, he tossed small, metal spheres into the air, scattering them into the crowd. Before they had reached the peak of their arc, the man was taken down by another cape, Phoebe losing sight of the two as they went to the ground.

And then the spheres fell, but Pheobe didn't notice. The quiet, delicate girl only noticed the expression on her sister's face -- her sister, who was loud-mouthed, confident, and always smiling. Her sister, who now looked terribly panicked, eyes towards the sky, towards the spheres. Before Phoebe could process anything, her sister had turned and tackled her to the ground, shielding her as the spheres exploded, a deafening chain of explosions. Phoebe felt heat, and she thought her face and right side of her body were being torn apart. A second of that pain, coupled with the concussive blasts, was easily enough to knock her unconscious.

That was the last time she saw her sister, who had been laying on top of her and holding her tightly to save her life. Pheobe drifted in and out of consciousness for a time, before fully coming to in a hospital room, both of her parents, their faces red and tear stained, next to her.

She soon learned of her sister's death and took it as poorly as one would expect. Thinking back, Phoebe doesn't remember any moment when was she wasn't crying in the following days, the whole situation catching up to her and hitting her hard -- memories of the incident, the fact that she'd never be able to see her sister again, how her parents must feel, and the ugly scars her injuries had left her with.

Thankfully for the family, they supported each other well, and beyond all being a little more reserved, they made it through. With time and reconstructive surgery, Phoebe's scars were minimized, though she still despised them and hid them as best she could by wearing long-sleeved shirts and developing a habit of hiding her right hand in various ways -- after all, they marred her, and reminded her of her sister's passing. Not to mention she really didn't want anyone ever inquiring about them, lest she break down in tears in front of them. She was already shy and awkward without having to deal with something like that. The family soon decided to move one last time, to Chicago, due to Phoebe's mother having family there.

Phoebe herself discovered her power only several months later, having been too withdrawn from everything to find it out sooner. The shock at the discovery gave way to excitement when she realized she was a parahuman -- the first real happiness she had experienced since her sister's death. She began to open up as much as her natural disposition allowed her to, and took a great interest in cape culture. Dreams of being a hero began to fill her head, and she loved them. Behind a mask, even a meek girl like her could command respect and admiration. Even a girl like her could stand up against those who do wrong.

Even a girl like her could put fear into others to deter them from ever pulling what the man in Times Square had.

So Phoebe began trying to convince her parents to allow her to become a Ward. Of course, they were very hesitant -- it had been the source of the biggest arguments they've ever had, with Phoebe's mother giving her blessing and her father being against it. The dangers and the potential of losing their second daughter were at the forefront of the heated discussions. It didn't take long for both of them to be mostly completely convinced, though. They had never seen their youngest daughter so motivated, even from before the incident. She wasn't even 13 and was exercising daily, joining every sports team her school offered (at the expense of showing the scars on her arm due to the uniforms, to her parents shock, though this only helped convince them that she really wanted this) and devouring anything she could find on parahumans.

Several months of keeping this up and Phoebe finally found herself in the Ward system, to her immense satisfaction. From there, she chose her hero name, 'Scarlet,' as she wanted to use red in her costume and also wanted to -- solely for herself -- acknowledge her scars and prove to herself that she was able to keep them from bothering her, and as a reminder for why her reasons for being a hero.

Now 16 years old, she's done well enough to make a name for herself and distinguish herself among the young capes of Chicago as one of the one's that are best to avoid crossing.

Personality:
Phoebe has gained much confidence since she joined the Wards, but her naturally timid nature still shows through at times. She's composed and not very animated, with the most that can usually be gotten out of her being nothing more than a barely-there smile or frown. Additionally, she purposefully tries to give off a slightly haughty, 'don't-talk-to-me' kind of aura in public, to dissuade anyone from coming up to her, due to how uncomfortable and awkward she feels when speaking with others. As such, when interacting with others, she tries to keep it short and polite, not really wanting to make enemies but believing that coming off as something of a hard-ass to be best for everyone -- they don't have to deal with her awkwardness, and she doesn't have to feel uneasy. Beneath that crafted exterior, she's a kind, quiet girl who wishes to make friends, but has pretty much entirely forgotten how to.

When it comes to cape business, she's much more put together, easily being able to direct and interact with others to get a job done. Her self-assuredness in her capabilities, her strong desire to stop villainous capes, and her absolute, stubborn refusal to lose or fail drive her to excel, though she sometimes struggles with going too far, especially during the more mentally taxing jobs, having injured targets within an inch of their lives on a few occasions -- a side effect of her trigger event. It's not so much a temper as it is a primal fear that takes her over, compelling her to make sure whatever she's up against will never be able to harm her or anyone she cares for.

Her biggest issue (which she doesn't truly see as an issue, or at least tries hard to convince herself that it isn't) is that since the discovery of her power, she's lived nearly exclusively to make villains hurt. Saving people is a wonderful side effect of doing so, and is the reason she can justify her mentality, but the grim satisfaction of beating on a criminal before taking them in to be jailed, ruining any chances of them ever having a normal, decent life is what gets her out of bed every day. It's a dark way to live, and certainly weighs on her soul, but she does it out of a perceived necessity. It motivates her more than anything else, pushes her to get stronger and stronger, to do her job better, and in the process indirectly protect even more people. So, for the sake of the good and innocent, she embraces and makes use of the admittedly twisted feelings.

Residence:
Lives in the PRT building

Parental status:
Both alive

Costume:
A red-and-black paintball mask with a black-tinted visor, a black dress shirt with a plain red tie, black dress pants, black sneakers, and small red gloves (which hide her scarred hand to prevent any chance of someone using that info to find out her real identity, and also allowing her to use her power to augment her punches). Over this, she wears a red, hooded cape that reaches down to her knees, and underneath it all, she wears a skintight black suit fitted with pieces of light kevlar armor that cover her vitals and don't hinder her movement.

The overall edge of her costume was a conscious decision on Phoebe's part, as she wishes to intimidate more than her small stature would allow her to normally.

Mask and gloves

Power:
Phoebe's power is one of spatial distortion, and allows her to control the momentum of all inorganic matter within her range, with restrictions based on her own physical weight and strength -- anything that she could bring to a complete stop with her own physical power, she can stop within the field, while something like a bullet could only have its trajectory adjusted to make it miss, and a giant boulder being dropped on her would be completely unaffected. The upside is that she doesn't actually exert any energy while doing this, meaning she can essentially put all her weight and strength into redirecting momentum without ever getting tired and while doing it at range.

Additionally, she can use it to give herself a sort of burst of pseudo-super strength -- by manipulating the clothes she wears and the weapons she wields, she can strike out harder and quicker than any normal person, move around at impressive, sudden speeds, or even jump higher. The longer time she has to build up, the more powerful a specific action is -- though she must take care, as a human hand isn't built to withstand punching someone's face at 100 mph, for example.

Weaknesses would be anybody that fights without the use of any inorganic weapons/attacks, such as Changers, and those like Strikers that rely on getting close to their target anyway, as both make the defensive aspect of her ability useless.

Power range:
Consistent power strength within the 3-metre radius of her sphere-of-influence

Power safeguards:
N/A

PRT ranking:
Mover: 3
Brute: 6

Weapons:
A simple, black training sword held in a small loop tied to the left side of her waist, and four heavy metallic spheres, each slightly smaller than a tennis ball and held in separate leather pouches that sit next to each other on the right of her waist.

Sword

[Eklispe]

Drho

Real name:
Regus Exavius (Identity as villain, Unknown)

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Typically wears dull gray or black clothes, comfortable sweatpants he can run in and basic sneakers. Also wears these under his costume.

Hero/Villian name:
Drho

Affiliation:
Evil

Biography:
Regus was born in Chicago, both his parents safe and sound. His mother was a smart women who wasn't keen on doing work. As a result she managed to latch onto a very wealthy business man who happened to be short on family. Regus was pampered to his heart's content in his childhood, just not by his parents. His father was always far too busy with, well business, and his mother was always out spending her husband's money on feeding her addictions and going to parties. Not that she told him, to his father's knowledge his mother was either caring for Regus or running errands. Not to say Regus wasn't happy, quite the opposite. Like his mother his free time was greatly enhanced by his father's money. The newest game system, nicest clothes, best food. You name it Regus had it. School was easy both ways for him, Regus's natural intelligence and influential father gave him good grades and better friends, both with little effort. Regus's life was a gilded road, perfect student, star of the swim team, likable. Life was good. Then it slowly became not.

Regus was pampered not stupid. He noticed that things stopped becoming quite so gilded. He didn't ride to school in a limo anymore. Christmas was no longer a showering of gifts, barely a light drizzle. Forced smiles and nervous glances the few times they had family dinners. When his parents thought he was asleep or didn't care there were furious shouting matches.They were in debt. Regus's grades began slipping as his classes got harder and his focus dropped. He'd seen enough TV to know what was going on. Divorce was all be inevitable. Or it would've been if his father hadn't died of a stroke. At least that's what the police concluded. Regus knew better of course. His mother knew people. All kinds of people. He'd seen her come home with the powder, at first he thought it was just another one of her drugs. Then he saw her slip it in the wine. Addicting his father too? It'd come together when his father convulsed, dying within minutes. Regus knew had happened. The mansion they lived in was sold off, everything in it. They rented a sleezy apartment and his mother continued her lifestyle, living off her husbands money, searching for someone else when she burnt through that.

She never got that far though. After she'd done an admirable job of burning through nearly all of her funds she'd gotten herself arrested. It was a life sentence for several compiled offences. Ranging from possession and intent to sell all the way to murder. Not his father's but for several others. Regus was surprised, he'd known his mother wasn't the best person and had killed his father, but he hadn't known she'd killed others. Not perhaps it shouldn't have been as surprising as it was. Regardless Regus was left in a lurch. He'd barely managed to graduate, didn't have any job skills, and was practically penniless. Regus ended up joining a gang, only half by choice. They'd been very insistent in recruiting him and leaving wasn't really an option for him. After going through his initiation he quickly found out you were either all in or all out. And once you were all in, you didn't get out. The crew had a couple of capes leading it. After several months of reluctantly committing crimes and doing as little as he could get away with.

Then one morning he woke up in a metal box. It barely fit him, his legs were curled up to his chest with hardly an inch of space to move in any given direction. Several hours of screaming until his voice grew hoarse bore no result. He clawed as best he could at the walls trapping him until his fingers bleed but it bore no result. Regus was in there for days. He never found out how long. Sometime in the haze of cramped limbs, gasping for air, and the headache ringing through his skull it got worse. A metal spike was driven through the metal box skewering his arm. And another one right next to it. Regus thought he couldn't scream anymore, he'd been wrong. When he woke up he found the metal box looked like it melted around him, in solidified lumps on the ground around him. The spike wasn't there anymore either. Regus shakily got to hands and knees, then looked around. There was a chair, with a half eaten sandwich on the ground to it. He was in some random alleyway. He crawled to the sandwich and devoured it. There was still a hole in his arm that had somehow managed to stop bleeding. Regus managed to get to his feet leaning against a wall for support. A wallet. There was a wallet on the chair. Regus snatched it and rifled through it, nearly a hundred bucks, enough to survive for a while. He managed to stagger his way into a cafe and get some more food, funny looks aside, it was Chicago, they'd seen worse.

He managed to find out that his gang had gotten taken down at one of the big meetings. The PRT had gone full force on them and no one had made it out. Still didn't explain what he'd been doing in a metal box with a hole through his arm. He used the reminder of the money on medical supplies as best he could to patch up his arm. Then he found out his power. He'd wearily leaned against a bench to rest, still drained from the experience and the bench bent beneath his weight like playdoh. Several experiments later he'd confirmed it. He had powers. Regus must've had a trigger event in that hellish box. Over the next few days Regus consumed his food supply and tested the extent of his powers. With no money, no one he knew, and nothing else to go on. Crime came naturally. When you could nearly literally walk through walls, stealing was easy. At first it was small things. Food, jewelry, but then he experimented more with power. Become used to it. He got easier and the prizes he took bigger and more valuable. Regus wasn't surviving anymore, he was living. Better off than any other seventeen year old he knew. Of course he didn't really know any so the point was moot.

Personality:
Regus is as you might expect, somewhat disillusioned with the world. People suck. However Regus isn't what he would call a bad person. He doesn't go out his way to make people's lives suck. His difficult life has given him an amazing amount of tenacity as well as a distrust of people. Regus is very confident in himself and his abilities but always tries to have a backup plan. Overall he gives off a lazy impression but this is more to deceive people than anything else.

A passing glance won't reveal his self-assurance in the way he carries himself, however when he is caped its quite clear. Still new to the villain business Regus is out for himself, not actively hurting anyone per say, just looking out for himself. Luckily he's managed to avoid any major confrontations with any capes or police force but he knows it won't last for long. He's prepared to do whatever it takes if that becomes the case. Though he hopes it won't come to that.

Residence:
Crummy Apartment

Parental status:
Father dead, Mother in jail.

Costume:
Long flowing black robes to conceal his identity and for use with his power. Also wears a demon face-mask

Power:
Regus can manipulate an object's density. The most frequent thing he does with this is makes things soft, like puddy, so he can push, squish, and reshape them. This allows him to go through conventional barriers with ease by softening them and tearing them apart. In addition he can use it to make things more stiff. For example he could make clothing have the rigidness of a brick, that is to say it doesn't move anymore it remains solid against any force that pushes against it.

This allows him to immobilize people rather easily by hardening their clothes. This effect wears off after around ten minutes or if Regus removes the effects. Regus can do something like puddy-ify a TV and squish into a ball then reform it, but he wouldn't be able to change the dimensions into say a bigger TV, or turn it into another piece of machinery, though this is more a lack of knowledge than ability. The same applies to other objects. Manton effect applies.

Power range:
1 meter around his body 2 meter through contact of modified objects. Constant throughout effected area.

Power safeguards:N/A

PRT ranking:
Changer: 8
Stranger: 2
Brute:6
Striker: 5

Weapons:
A bullwhip

Misc:

[j8cob]

Chroma

Real name:
Alex Rowland
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Hero/Villian name:
Chroma
Affiliation:
Good, Ward
Biography:
A young American teenager born and raised in San Francisco. His father was an artist of varying fields and his mother was an impressionable accountant. Alex was raised in a very liberal household that valued his strengths and ignored his weaknesses, leading to an inflated ego from a young age. They were not a wealthy family, as the only source of income came from his mother's steady job. His father was doing something different every year. One year he is an actor, another he is a painter, but no matter what he's doing it doesn't make money. Alex initially resented that part about his father, but in time he would be indoctrinated by his charismatic old man. Art wasn't meant to make profit, it was meant to entertain. Art was a way of life, not a job.

Alex would receive both Trigger Events simultaneously when he was fifteen and attended his father's very first art show. A culmination of his old man's entire life's works put on display for the public to see. Only it was not well received. It would be an understatement to say the high-class establishment that funded and hosted his event were displeased with his paintings' "child-like" qualities. A crowd gathered to mock and harass the Rowland family. The humiliation didn't stop with the art show, as drunk patrons awaited the Rowland family as they left that night and assaulted them in the street. They would've only attacked Alex's father, but young Alex was quick to succumb to his rage and jumped in. This resulted in the beating of a lifetime, putting him in the hospital alongside his father.

He didn't realize his powers for almost a month after the event, when he was mostly healed from the fight and out of the hospital. An angry Alex was quick to abuse this, destroying the building that catered to the dramatic art show that stained his father's reputation and almost killed the two of them. This put him on the PRT's radar and they approached his family the next day. They were willing to overlook his crime in order to form him into a true hero that could wield his powers wisely and safely. Alex saw this as an opportunity to become famous like his father could not. He accepted the proposal without haste, though his father demanded he wouldn't be taken to the Los Angeles department out of prejudice. The PRT granted their wish and instead sent Alex all the way to Chicago, Illinois. He has since become a Ward for the PRT, donning the alias of Chroma for his superhero acts.
Personality:
Some may be believe Alex to be a genuine and upstanding citizen with impeccable morals and a capacity for empathy. They would be gravely mistaken. Alex Rowland isn't just sly and conniving but incredibly full of himself. An egomaniac that uses justice as a means to parade his greatness. Life is like one big show to him and he's none other than the leading role. He finds himself to be a gift from God and behaves in an accordingly eccentric and extravagant way that often brings up questions of his sexuality. Despite caring for himself above all else he does have some morals, finding it easy to injure but difficult to kill. One can also say that he has decent self-control, but only when he puts on his mask. His arrogance puts off many people, but somehow it is overlooked whenever he dons his superhero costume.
Residence:
PRT Building
Parental status:
Both are alive and well living in San Francisco, California.
Costume:
A white full-body suit with white boots and gloves alongside a black masquerade mask to cover a large part of Alex's face, all the while his hair is slicked back. The costume has no inherent protection value.
Power:
Chromatic Overload - Alex has the power to change the colors of everything around him in the world. Likewise he can "create" his own "colors" that appear to be floating blobs of paint that can have diverse effects when they come into contact with a target. He can then fling these masses of color at his opponents as a means of combat. RED would burn, BLUE would drench, YELLOW would electrify, etc. The effects cannot be interchanged between colors as they are unique to their individual coloring. While most of his powers revolve around "adding" color, Alex also has the ability to "subtract" color which will turn the affected object or person invisible. The effects of Chromatic Overload's color-changing aspect can be negated by Trump powers or by exiting Alex's range, but the color that is created can only be removed by Alex or Trump powers, making their effects possibly permanent.
Power range:
100m general range. Colors can only be created and manipulated less than 1m away from his hands, afterwards it is entirely based on momentum and can no longer be controlled, only erased. Thrown colors cannot exit the 100m range unless they land on something, at which point they can. Colors can be changed at the full 100m range, same with removing colors. Changed colors that go beyond the 100m range will naturally revert to their natural colors without any intervention. Any object that has had its colors removed will also return to normal once it passes the 100m range.
Power safeguards:
Alex has complete immunity to his own powers. He cannot change his own colors, he cannot apply colors to himself, and he cannot take colors away from himself. This only applies to his body directly, as he can still use Chromatic Overload on his clothes and equipment just fine.
PRT ranking:
Blaster: 6
Striker: 3
Changer: 5
Stranger: 3
Weapons:
Alex carries no weapons.

[Alina13]

Serephina Mayhem

Real name:
Serephina Mayhem
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Tall, skinny but with proportionate curves. Has many small scars from self harm and freckles in all the usual places. Has dark brown hair, green eyes and fair colored skin. Very strong boned and has a lot of force behind her body weight.
Is it public knowledge that your character is a cape?:
No
Hero/Villain name:
To be decided
Affiliation:
Rouge
Biography:
When she was first born, her mother took care of her for a couple months but then abandoned her with her boyfriend’s brother’s family where she was severely abused for 2 and a half years. She has never met her real father and plans to look for him whenever she can get to a bigger city where someone can help her. Her first trigger event was one specific day when her antagonizers came down into the basement where she was being held and proceeded to beat her with what was called a “morning star” for more than 2 hours.

trigger event

Serephina's trigger event happened after her attackers left the basement. When the lights were shut off, she noticed that she could see perfectly in the pitch blackness and hear what her attackers were talking about upstairs no matter how far away from her they were. It didn't matter because they were all in the same house. Her being simply a year and a half old when it happened, she didn't know what she was capable of until she was taken into her grandparent's custody and accidentally stumbled on her super speed power when running away from a rattlesnake that was trying to strike her.
She discovered her hologram when she was a freshman in high school. Serephina had a bully that would corner her in the halls during passing period and try to harm her. One time, when she was being bullied, she closed her eyes and prepared to receive a punch in the stomach when she noticed that nothing had happened. She opened her eyes and there was what looked like a twin of herself holding the girl in a headlock. The hologram motioned for her to run and that's what she did. (It cannot speak.)

(Outside character knowledge:) I would also like to add some things about my hologram. it is my strongest power. When the hologram is protecting her, no one else but her, can see it. For instance, if someone tries to attack her and Serephina activates her hologram, it will simply look like the attack is hitting an unidentified force. It also has the ability to cover Serephina in a bubble like force field that blocks all sound frequencies from penetrating it. The hologram does not take damage. I want it to have one weakness but I have yet to decide what that is yet.

She was also never fed. After the horror was ended when her grandparents took her into their home, she from there on she had disassociation syndrome. This is a disease that affects your relationships with others. A person with this mental condition does not feel strong emotions towards very many people or things. When they get attached to someone however, they will never let go and will be very loyal. Everyone else however, they will be completely numb to and have no feelings of love or attachment. All through middle school and high school, she never fit in with anyone except a few of the social outcasts that made her feel like she could be herself. But when those friends moved away, she had nothing left in school so she dropped out her junior year.

Soon after dropping out, she left home. She packed her stuff in the middle of the night, left a note saying that she left and was never seen again by her grandparents. The police looked for for a year but then gave up when they found nothing. Her cat is the only thing she has that means the world to her and loves. She has trained her cat to follow her wherever she goes, come when she is called and obey certain commands.
Personality:
Quiet when you first meet her but if she lets you get close to her, she becomes more comfortable and outgoing with you. Very argumentative and questions everything everyone says. She does not take anyone's word for anything. Very helpful when she sees others struggling and she knows she can help but she will not befriend anyone she helps. Friends come to her. Not the other way around. Keeps to herself mostly of the time but is polite and mildly friendly if approached.
Residence:
Doesn't have a home. She makes camp wherever she finds a safe place to rest for the night. She would rather wander alone than be at her Grandparent’s house.
Parental status:
Orphan. Her mother is alive but she has nothing to do with her and she has never met her real dad.
Costume:
She wears thin sneakers most of the time as opposed to other kinds of shoes so she is not weighed down when she runs. When she knows she might have to climb something or trudge through something difficult, she switches over to a pair of hiking boots which she carries in her backpack. She wears a dark green hoodie zipped up and something similar to yoga pants. She has implanted another layer of cloth on top of the original to keep her warm in whatever cold weather she encounters.

Power:
As a result of her abuse as a child, her power revolves around protection and flight skills. If she is in a bad situation and wants to leave, she can become invisible for a short enough period of time for her to get herself a good distance away from the situation. The higher her sense of danger or adrenaline, the longer her invisibility can stay active. Anything she holds will also be invisible. She also has super speed and the ability to create a twin hologram to protect her when she cannot protect herself. Her speed is an 80% increase than her normal running speed. This hologram can pick things up and move them to places Serephina wants her to. It cannot however go through solid objects. Whatever the hologram sees, Serephina sees. She can control what the hologram does, or let it act on it’s own. It has a database of several offensive and defensive battle techniques and its only purpose is to keep Serephina alive. It cannot take damage except for it's one weakness (which someone will figure out eventually.) Lastly, she has heightened hearing and sight. Heightened sight meaning she can see in the dark and see farther away than most people can. Her hearing has a farther distance range and higher frequency range than most normal people.
Power range:
Her powers have no distance limit except her hologram. It will shut down if she is more than 150 feet away from it after it is created.
Power safeguards:
Her powers only activate when she is in danger, or when her adrenaline levels are very high.
PRT ranking:
Mover: 5
Thinker: 3
Master: 0
Stranger: 7
Weapons:
Small hunting knife
Misc:
She carries a backpack with her wherever she goes that contains things she has stolen and her changes of socks, shoes and other clothing items from her past home. Her cat also hides in this backpack when Serephina wants her to.

[fourtimesnine]

Mitchell Sodhi

Real Name: Mitchell Sodhi (not public knowledge)
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance


Mitch looks similar the boy in the image, but his skin is slightly darker, and he doesn’t have a tattoo. At 5’11”, Mitch is tall and lean. He has long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, forest green eyes, and a tanned, slightly dark complexion. Generally, Mitch prefers to wear casual, comfortable clothing like t-shirts and jeans.

Cape Name: Gateway

Affiliation: Good

Biography
Mitchell Sodhi was born to an American mother and an Indian father in Chicago, Illinois. For the most part, he, his parents, and his younger sister lived a peaceful middle-class life, lacking nothing. He participated in bullying for a brief period during his early childhood, but his mother, whom he was especially close to, quickly corrected his behavior once she found out. She espoused pacifistic views, taught him that violence was almost never the solution, and encouraged him to help others. Mitch did a complete about-face and started doing community service at a local animal shelter. Later, he branched out and began volunteering at the local library and soup kitchen.

When he was 15, he and his mother were caught in a fight between two groups of supervillains. They were trying to escape along with the other panicking civilians, and he tripped and broke his ankle. His mother stayed behind to support him; that was when one villain unleashed a devastating attack, causing the building they'd just fled from to collapse on top of them in a shower of steel and concrete. Mitch briefly blacked out, and when he came to, he was buried under the rubble, one leg broken beneath a piece of concrete and the rest of his body trapped in a tiny open space. The corpse of his mother lay on top of him, still dripping blood. Mitch screamed and screamed for help, but nobody came. After an indeterminable amount of time, he lost consciousness again, and when he awoke, he was in a hospital bed with his father and sister sitting by his bedside. They had found him injured and unconscious inside his own bedroom; he had probably made a portal beneath him and fallen through it to his room during his trigger event.

The incident shook Mitchell to the core, but he was able to recover well with the help of therapy. A year after the incident, he felt that he was ready to start using his newfound powers for good, and he did so with the knowledge and consent of both family members. However, Mitch didn't want to fight crime - it bothered him that almost all parahumans use their powers for fighting even though some abilities would be better suited to industry or medicine. His first act as a cape was to go to a local hospital and offer to help them respond to 911 calls faster. He volunteers there several afternoons a week, using portals to transport paramedics to emergencies much faster than an ambulance could. Mitch has also been researching options for helping charities and doing for-profit contract work for major companies - so far, he's only been a cape for a few weeks, and he has a lot more that he wants to do.

Personality
In everyday life, Mitch is quite relaxed and easygoing. His default expression is a small grin, and he doesn't become worried or upset easily. When confronted, Mitch will usually back down and run away instead of risking a fight. Mitch is fairly creative and intuitive; he likes to think of out-of-the-box solutions, and he plays the saxophone in his spare time. He's kind, soft-hearted, and idealistic to the point of foolish naivety. Mitch is trying to become living proof that parahumans don't need to fight in order to help people, but he doubts himself and wonders if he would do more good by becoming a Ward. Following his trigger event, he started having urges to create conflict with his power - he can't help but think of how easy it would be to open a portal under someone and drop them off a building, or something similarly destructive. He's ashamed of those thoughts and suppresses them as well as he can, but they will need a healthy outlet eventually. The trigger event has also caused him to become claustrophobic and deeply afraid of dark, enclosed spaces.

Residence: Condominium with his father and sister

Parental status: Living with his father | Mother is deceased.

Costume
Mitch's costume was thrown together from the items that he had in his closet, indicating that, despite his powers, Mitch identifies as a regular person more than he does as a parahuman. He wears a practical, nondescript gray tracksuit and a white half-mask that covers the upper portion of his face.

Tracksuit

Mask

Power
Mitch can create one pair of portals that connect two locations. Matter and energy pass through the portals just as they would pass through normal space, but the portals don’t extend parahumans’ power range to the other side. They can range from about 1 centimeter to 5 meters across in size. By default, they're oval-shaped, but Mitch can "stretch" them into different shapes. He can move the portals through the air after he's created them, both in relation to each other and to their surroundings, but they must be the same size as each other. His portals can't "cut" through anything; solid objects either go through the portal all the way, or don't go through at all. In accordance with the Manton effect, Mitch can't make portals appear inside a living organism. He's also limited to one pair of portals at a time; if he wants to connect another two locations, he has to dismiss the first pair, and there’s a brief delay before he can make new portals.

Power Range
Mitch can generate portals within 20 meters of his current location. He can also make them at any location's he's been to before, but he has to have stood in that exact patch of space. For example, if he's only been in aisles 1 and 3 of a supermarket, he can't make a portal to aisle 2 unless he's currently within 20 meters of it.

Power Safeguards
N/A

PRT Ranking
Mover: 9

Equipment: Pepper spray, pepper spray antidote wipes, a taser, a cell phone, a detailed map of Chicago

[sleeping siren]

Spencer

Real name:
Spencer
(Not public knowledge Spencer is a cape)

Gender:
N/A
Appearance is sociably acceptable as female.

Appearance:

Dark waist length hair, bangs are chin length and lavender as are the end of their hair, green/emerald eyes, 6'1, left arm has a sleeve of tribal/vine/flower tattoos





Hero/Villian name:
Undecided

Affiliation:
Evil Rogue

Biography:
Spencer was born to an English/German mother and Arabic father, hence her tan skin and dark hair, in New York. Born an only child, the first few years were simple and sweet. Until, at age 6, her parents tried to have another child. Her mother carried her unborn sibling for 5 months before sadly the child didn't make it.

Her mother and father were wrecked afterwards and took out their misfortune on their first and only child. That's why her mental state went to shit. Now she suffers with a manic bipolar disorder and mild depression. Including the beatings she was not feed regularly so she had to go to stealing and as time went by she got good at it.

Age 10 to 14 they were bullied for her/their ripped dark cloths and low class. During those times she would try to stay in the background and hide. But she was always kind to those around her. Home for her was still rough and hiding the bruises and cuts became more difficult. She didn't think it could get worse. It did.

The Leviathan attack on New York killed both her parents as she looked on from inside an Endbringer vault. Ironically enough, despite the abuse, this triggered Spencer. Though she didn't display her power, she did start testing it. Her tests soon made her realize she could manipulate people's emotions.

As a refugee she was sent to Chicago to live in an orphanage while attending one of the worse off schools. Fortunately it was still better then the ghettos she lived in in New York.

As more time went on she realized she could give off bits and pieces of her emotions to those around as well as see the aura of their personality around them. The more she used her power in the person the easier it was.

After a long time of being frustrated with the normal necessities of life that she couldn't get at the orphanage she began plundering again. Money, clothes, drugs, you name it. She often uses her power to help avoid being caught.

Personality:
Spencer is always happy to hers and those around hers knowledge, though she is fairly short tempered because of her bipolar disorder. She is also very strange and not regular "there". She has fun manipulating people she has no liking for.
Residence:
Nomad. They move around.
Parental status:

Both deceased: Died in leviathan attack.

Costume:
Undecided by Spencer.

Power:
Can make people she knows the location of feel emotions. The better she's knows the person the easier the target. When transferring the emotion, depending on the level she gives, the same level of emotion she will lack (Example: she's depressed and transfers someone near her to be sad her depression will falter). She can see emotions in the form of hazy colors around others like an aura. Depending on the emotion the color changes.

Power range:
As far as needed, with the maximum distance being a mile. The more she know the person the easier the power is to use on them.

Power safeguards:
N/A

PRT ranking:
Stranger 3
shaker: 1
Thinker: 1
Master: 4

Weapons:
A knife. Always a knife. An Arabian styled dagger, the last thing she has from her father.

knife

[yoshua171]

Gael, Verens Estrada

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His real name is unknown to the public.

Gender:

Male.

Appearance:

Of relatively average build for a teenage boy of 19, Gael stands at 5'6 and weighs roughly 175 lbs. When not out in the guise of Scour, Gael wears blue contacts. His eyes, as such, tend to take on a purple coloration due to the light pink and purple blending with the contacts. He carries around sunglasses as well and never wears the shirt with the 'eye emblem' on it.

Cape Alias:

Nightfall.

This name is one he's given himself. However, should the PRT name him something else he is unlikely to correct them. After all, this name alludes to the true nature of his ability, which is something that most are unlikely to fully grasp.

Affiliation:

Villain/Criminal.

Biography:

Growing up in a broken family, Gael quickly came to know the manipulative and unhealthy side of humanity. Even as a young child he watched his mother and father fight and bicker, sometimes striking one another. At first it was frightening, but as time went on he grew used to their dispositions and learned to deal with them. While some children might cower or run, Gael learned to manipulate his parents to get what he wanted and as he grew older this began to extend to others around him. However while he could manipulate his peers and his parents, school authorities served to be...less accepting of his behavior and so, one day in highschool and at the age of 16 his parents, James and Sarah received a call from one of their son's teachers.

All was well when his parents came to school to pick the boy up and bring him home, but upon leaving the building and arriving back home the two practically went ballistic on Gael, with his mother screaming at him and his father eventually growing so angry with his lack of response, punching him hard enough to knock him off his feet.

So unaccustomed to people retaliating to him was Gael that he hit a low point. He felt tears run down his face as he glared back up at his father, his head still reeling. The man glowered right back at him and, gritting his teeth, kicked Gael in the stomach. By now his mother began yelling at James, calling the punishment overboard, but Gael had long become deaf to them. A feeling of weakness and inexplicable anger built up in him till it rose to a peak and then suddenly it was as if everything went cold.

As his parents argued, the adolescent rose to his feet behind them, his face bruised and stomach aching from his father's blows. However, a small grin was on his face as he stared at his parents argue and then outright begin striking one another. Noticing his son's grin, James ceased the struggle with his wife and approached his son yelling at him, “Do you think this is funny!? You could have been expelled. After all your mom and I do for you, you pull some shit like this and then have the gall to grin at me like that!” His father raised his fist when Gael did not respond, but never went through with the strike as before he could it would seem as if all the color in the man's face would drain away at which point he crumpled down to his knees.

Afraid, Gael's mother went to the man, pleading with him to explain what was wrong. All the while Gael smirked down at them smugly. He wasn't sure how he had done it, but he knew it was his fault that his father had lost all his will to fight just then. The same happened to his mother as she looked up at him, tears in her eyes. Immediately a look of terror entered her eyes as she saw the eerie glow of her son's eyes and the strange lines of light that had spread from them. She tried to push herself away from him, which incited a small chuckle from Gael before he raised his hand, knowing what to do by instinct alone, and immediately his mother collapsed, unconscious.
- - - - -

In the days following the event, Gael's parents wouldn't even look at him, but due to the influence of his ability, had no will to contact anyone for help. Using this to his advantage he continued to highschool eventually graduating only a year later as he excelled far beyond his peers.

Applying with scholarship and financial aid to a rather prestigious college in Chicago, Gael convinced his largely subservient parents to move, and so they did. This puts us in the present time where merely using his abilities on “mundanes,” has grown boring to him.

As such he's begun going on outings, mainly at night, to stir up trouble in hope of attracting local do-gooders so he can break them too. He's not sure where he's going, but if it's anything like the last year or so, then it can only be more fun and to Gael that's really all that matters. Even if his idea of fun is...skewed.

Personality:

In short Gael is a manipulative, egocentric personality with narcissistic tendencies and a relatively small capacity for empathy. He uses people to achieve his ends, he's two faced and he lies more easily than he tells the truth. One might call him a social chameleon and they'd be right in saying as such, because it is often that he either blends in or instead chooses to use his charisma to create his own clique. Still, Gael is not all bad, as few are, and is rather a damaged boy with a lot of very bad habits and a closed heart.

Rather than face his flaws and insecurities he has long since locked them away, instead retaliating with a cold anger when questioned or confronted about how he treats people. He is stubborn, indignant and, well, arrogant not to mention he has a superiority complex. Overall he's what most would consider a toxic personality and really, they're right. Nonetheless, if perhaps he got some help for his issues he could improve. Until then he's only going to get worse and his rapidly growing intellect is going to make his decline into the darker end of the moral spectrum hell for everyone around him.

Residence:

Gael lives in his parent's house in the suburbs of Chicago.

Parental status:

While his Mother and Father are both alive, they are essentially puppets to him, set on a sort of autopilot which allows them to appear fairly normal to others.

Costume:

He tends to wear a black hoodie with a matching T-shirt beneath. On the shirt is a stylistic drawing of an eye. He wears black jeans and no mask. Instead his hoodie or his ability often obscures his identity. Gael carries his cellphone, which he's had jury rigged and set up with 20 lock screens unless he turns that setting off. He wears a pair of gloves so his fingerprints are never left behind. Additionally he carries a bottle of pepper spray.

Power:

Gael's ability focuses around an invisible aura, which he can utilize to siphon psychic energy, mentally draining humans and weakening the powers of parahumans before affecting their mind as well. This energy, once obtained, is assimilated by Gael by way of a secondary nervous system which stores and allocates his additional mental capacity. Personality traits are retained within psychic energy causing Gael's mind to be more of a hivemind than a normal human one. Aside from this is Gael's capacity to harness psychic energy he has gathered and focus it to attack the minds of others, penetrating their thoughts and weakening them. Conversely he might bolster or enhance communication with teammates should he use his power more constructively. Nonetheless, perhaps the most dangerous aspect of his ability is the result of prolonged exposure as over time one's suggestibility to Gael is increased while the capacity for conscious thought and decision making is decreased. While indeed a frightening prospect, this is something that would take days, weeks, or even months to achieve at best with the longest being years.

While the above details the majority of his ability's manifestation, Gael's perception was also effected by his trigger event, from that day on allowing him to see both his own aura and those of others. He can do this either with his eyes or by making contact with his aura. However doing so with just his aura will only notify him of an individual's mental state, whereas his eyes will tell him whether an individual is human or parahuman. A smoother aura is indicative of a more stable psyche whereas a rougher or scattered aura indicate an unstable or less stable one. Parahumans, in addition to possessing an aura texture also have colored auras while normal humans are perceived as gray scale. Brighter colors denote non-physical abilities, the brighter the color the more potent the ability while darker colors indicate more physical abilities. Neutral colors are somewhere in between the two or are abilities that cannot be clearly defined by either category. The color, aside from its brightness, seems to indicate the nature of the person more than it does the nature of their ability.

Notes: Gael's abilities can be subverted by the occasional Stranger-type ability. Being aware of his ability, its effect on you, or being averse to him in general makes you more resistant to his influence. Individuals with Thinker or Trump abilities are most resistant to him, with some Thinkers perhaps being entirely immune. However, power nullification does not work on him once you enter his field of influence—though it does make one more resistant to him. Gael is capable of siphoning psychic energy via direct physical contact, this method is the most efficient and as such drains people faster.

Power range:

Gael's ability, while possessing a relatively large area of effect, does not have a conventional range. Instead his area of influence, when unaltered, is a sphere with a 10 meter radius. Gael can redistribute the volume of these sphere thus altering its shape and allowing him to extend his range up to roughly 2.6 miles if he were to condense it into a single hyper-thin string.

Power safeguards:

While Gael's ability does not guard him against much it does make him largely immune to abilities that would seek to influence the mind. Additionally it gives him some measure of resistance to Trump abilities. Beyond this Gael's ability only makes him truly immune to two things, these being sensory overload and psychological breakdowns. This is largely due to the nature of his trigger event.

PRT ranking:

Thinker: 7.
Master: 5.
Shaker: 4.
Striker: 4.
Trump: 3.

Weapons:

Gael carries a light, but durable baton that can extend and retract. Its minimum size is roughly 1.5 feet, while its max length when extended is 6 feet. The end of the baton has a sharp point and the baton will lock in place when opened unless pressure is applied on the handle.

[solokolos]

Real name:
Vince Kiran
(He is publicly known to be a ward)
Gender:
Male

Vince

Appearance:

Though in clothed profile he may appear normal, below his collarbone are intricate black lines, almost like tattoos but with more depth. At his chest they make simple elegant curves, but turn into more primitive hard lines as they go over his arms and hands. They are warmer then his body temperature, and have small cracks within them. He is clearly Caucasian.
Hero/Villian name:
Scourge
Affiliation:
Ward member
Biography:
Vince had an average life for a child raised by parents who are in the top one percent, though his parents were strict. He had to focus on his studies almost exclusively, leading to a sort of scholarly isolation. It didn't jade Vince though, as it was the only life he knew, and he never noticed how other kids had parties in the afternoon while he instead had study sessions. Where other students would watch movies, he would instead read "Catcher in the Rye," and as such isolation became a fact of life. Even his parents ignored him, always expecting perfection, and though content to observe it in their son, not surprised.

All through elementary school, middle school, and currently most of high school he has had perfect grades. Never less then one hundred percent, and often more when possible. Brute force met all schoolwork head on, and Vince always won. Loneliness became so common that his parents finally started to worry when he was sixteen. They decided he needed to find something to strive for besides good grades, oblivious to the fact that it was their fault he had embraced such isolation. They payed the hefty fee required, and Vince got his powers artificially through Cauldron. He chose an unstable enough formula to be considered a case 53. At first the change was small enough to not matter, a small black indent on his chest, but as Vince used his power more, the indent became an intricate structure across his entire body.

At seventeen currently, Vince is a member of the Wards. He seems to be the odd one out though as he rarely signs up for extra patrols, and continues his scholarly pursuits. He is viewed as weird at school, and has expressed no interest, currently, in any gender, or material object besides grades. Currently he does, as his parent wished, strive for one thing: Justice. Despite the Powers being his parent's idea, they still view him as a monster currently, secretly resenting his less then pristine appearance.
Personality:
Vince is a very reserved individual, and his presence is easily forgotten in the midst of conversation. However he has no problem participating in dialogue, he doesn't go out of his way to contribute information. He is admittedly dull witted, and rarely makes jokes, or apprecietes them. He is a fan of one-liners though.
Residence:
Private residence in gated community.
Parental status:
Both alive
Costume:
Normally a grey hoodie, and sweats. When he is on a serious patrol he will take fireproof Tinker made gear.
Power:
Vince is a pyrokinetic, and is able to generate flames from his mouth, and from the black lines across his body. Unfortunately items touching him are not fire proof in the least. The hotter Vince gets, the more black lines spread across his body (They started forming from the chest.) He is only able to control fire within thirty meters of himself, and can only make the flame as hot as 180 Celsius, though he can generate this heat from seemingly nowhere. Vince also has a very deep understanding of how heat will spread throughout a 3D space (Given he has seen all parts to the space.) As such he can easily trap criminals without actually harming them. He can even suspend fire in mid air using his pyrokinesis. The hotter his external body temperature the more resilient he becomes. At his maximum heat he becomes completely bulletproof, though his eyesight does suffer, and his reaction time is dulled.
Power range:
Exponentially decreases in power strength at range.
Power safeguards:
Fireproof, and can survive longer without oxygen then most humans, also doesn't panic when he can't breathe.
PRT ranking:
Thinker: 2
Blaster: 3
Striker: 6
Breaker: 6
Shaker: 6
Weapons:
None

[Raumwalross]

Real name:
Florence Harper. The fact that she is a cape is a common knowledge
Gender:
Female

Florence

Appearance:

Human form.
Hero/Villain name:
Chimera
Affiliation:
Hero, Ward
Biography:
Up until the age of 16 Florence was an average highschool student. Then, one bad day she's got herself in a life or death situation and her "trigger" event happened.

She and her friends hung out in an old and abandoned building outside of town. Being fond of such places, they had quite a night, drinking and having themselves a little party, until they found out that the house wasn't really abandoned. How you ask? Well the owner got in. A pretty huge bloke. A villain of an unknown name, well they didn't ask, and he didn't really tell. His powers happened to be of regenerative kind. He could amass and control immensely big amounts of living tissue - muscles, bones, skin, etc. Man was outraged at some drunk teenagers in a middle of his house, a secret hideout apparently.

He quickly decided to leave no witness, and that was what killed him. Closest to him was Florence, and so he went for killing her. He haven't even had time to understand what a mistake he made.

In Florence's mind something switched at the exact moment he tried to attack. Had he decided to go for one of her friends - she might've had more of a traditional "trigger", never understanding her true nature, but he didn't. He went for Florence. Miss Harper lost control of her body, and some other entity took it. Entity was called "Experiment 11, mental program designed for pre-mature cape protection".

It revealed many things to her. First was - she was never born to begin with. Created by the one with a similar powers. Second - she was a part of experiment. An experiment to evaluate performance of a normal human as compared to a mental constructs of any nature designed specifically for a task. Her parents were not real, just dummies with fake memories, created by hand just like her.

Florence transformed into a hulking beast in a fraction of a second. Next thing she was holding an enemy for a brief moment with her big tiger-like jaws, and then she felt it. The sensation of assimilating other person. Devouring everything he was. His power, his mind, his body. It became hers, and he was no more. It was painful, incredibly painful in fact, but the pain was nothing compared to that cognitive sensation.

Right after that, Florence completely regained control over her body. Her friends were nowhere to be seen. She decided to go seek hero training and help, in order to find who it was that created her. Miss Harper decided to go by the handle "Chimera", and to not use her powers again.

Note: PRT know nothing neither of "Experiment 11" nor of her ability to snap powers of other capes. What they know is that she is capable of destroying living things, while taking their properties. That was what she described her powers to be. They also know of her reluctance to use such powers. There was only one experiment resolving around Chimera eating a waterbear, but even that caused some mental trauma.
Personality:
She is basically a highschool freak. Nice and friendly one, likes to hang out in abandoned buildings, was noted for talents in biology, likes to show off a lot, and pretty free-spirited overall.
Residence:
Lives at PRT.
Parental status:
Foster parents.
Costume:

Beast form
Power:
Ability to transform into a hulking beast, capable of devouring everything that is alive and assuming any of it's properties, be it powers, body capabilities or parts. Chimera lacks experience regarding her power to assimilate life, and does not want to get any. She can't be precise with it, needs a touch range, preferably with her teeth, and does it slowly, causing damage in process.

Experiment 11, however, is a pinnacle of what this power can do. On it's own, without any additional superpower, it has an ability to assimilate enemy in one piece at an incredible rate, or, if an enemy is to hefty, to do so with it's individual parts, including Corona Pollentia. Armor can pull some stops on it, but it has to be airtight, since E11 can expertly find a weak spot.
Power range:
Touch, self.
Power safeguards:
Incredible regenerative capabilities.
PRT ranking:
Brute: 8
Breaker: 8
Master: 3
Striker: 8
Mover: 1
Thinker: 1
Weapons:
None.

[Minder]

Glint

Real name:
Joanne "Jo" Masters
(Not public knowlege)

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

A mixed-race girl (Caucasian on her mother's side, Japanese on her father's side), average height, with shoulder-length brown hair and dark brown eyes.

Hero/Villian name:
Glint

Affiliation:
Good, with the Wards

Biography:
Jo was born to a fairly well-off family, growing up in Rockford, IL. Her mother works as a journalist and news anchorwoman, while her father is a senior uniformed officer in the local PD. The pair were loving, if distant, parents, their jobs leaving little time for their daughter. Jo spent a lot of her childhood being looked after by family friends, relatives, or other babysitters.

She triggered when she was 16, while she and her mother were visiting relatives in Nebraska. While exploring on her own – actually spending time with her aunts and cousins did not appeal to the independent-minded girl – she found herself alone and exposed when a tornado struck the town. She was trapped in an unfamiliar area, cut off from support, and had never experienced such a terrifyingly unstoppable natural force before.

The tipping point came when she was thrown off her feet by flying debris, certain that she was about to die. In that moment, a shining blue light enveloped her, and the flying gravel, water, even the air around her started to slow and calm. It bought her enough time to find shelter in a nearby shop’s basement, where she spent the rest of the storm huddled with strangers, equal parts terrified and quietly amazed.

After returning home, she started to experiment, discovering the second internal phase of her power soon after. By this time, the cracks in her parent’s marriage were steadily widening, and it was easy to get lost in the fantasy of maybe, just maybe, becoming a superhero. When one of her practice sessions was discovered by one of the local PRT capes, things started to slot into place.

Jo transferred to the Chicago wards soon afterwards, under the guise of moving to live with her mother after a transfer to bigger news studio. She hasn’t had much street experience, pretty much fresh out of training and branding preparation with the PRT.

Personality:

Jo is highly independent, and is very proud of the fact. Her rather lonely upbringing, and the later breakdown of her parent’s marriage, shaped her into a somewhat solitary girl – not quite a lone wolf, but still more likely to depend on herself than others. In fact, she has some trouble trusting important tasks to anyone else, inheriting both her parent’s workaholic tendencies. She is a studious soul, and was intending to study law or journalism before becoming a cape, but she has since embraced the physical aspect of her new career, turning into a minor fitness freak in the process - as always, self-reliance is key. She is softly spoken but not shy, with a quietly passionate outlook and a strong sense of justice.

Residence:
Technically lives with her mother, but spends most of her time in her quarters in the Wards HQ.

Parental status:
Both parents alive, but split up. Mother is in Chicago, Father still lives in Rockford.

Costume:
- A black under-shirt
- Black combat pants, with in-built armour segments on the shins and knees
- Black boots and armoured gloves/bracers
- A blue and grey jacket, with in-built back and chest armour, short sleeves, and a hood.
- A black domino-style mask.
- The overall outfit resembles this, with different colours.

Power:

Jo’s power operates in two modes – external and internal. Once activated, her power continuously cycles between the two modes every 60 seconds. Trying to “hold back” a mode shift is physically uncomfortable, and Jo can, at most, buy an extra 30 seconds or so of extra time before the pain forces her to allow the change.

When the external mode is active, Jo’s power constantly resists all physical motion within her range, sapping the kinetic energy from all moving objects and eventually slowing them to a complete stop. The Manton Effect still applies, so only inorganic objects are affected. The effect is not powerful enough to completely stop a bullet or a moving vehicle, but thrown objects, clothing and handheld items can easily be completely drained of kinetic energy this way, after which they resist being moved again, almost (but not entirely) freezing in place. Any objects that Jo maintains close contact with are immune to this effect. Visually, the field manifests as a diffuse blue light, with all objects inside the field being outlined by brighter blue “threads” of light. In short, it's a "treacle field", as one of her trainers put it.

During the internal mode, the slowing field retreats back in towards Jo and is absorbed into her body, leaving her outlined in the same blue threads of light. In this mode, all forces exerted by Jo’s body are increased dramatically, boosting her apparent speed and strength. The more energy absorbed during the external phase of her power, the more her own body‘s forces are boosted during the internal phase.

Power range:

Consistent power strength in a sphere, radius ~12 meters.

Power safeguards:

The forced mode-shift mechanic of her power seems to protect her from over-exposure to the kinetic energy her power absorbs, as Jo has reported feeling sore and fatigued after "holding back" the change for too long.

PRT ranking:

Mover: 7
Shaker: 5
Brute: 5
Breaker: 7
Blaster: 2
Thinker: 1
Changer: 2

Weapons:
A police-style extendible baton and a taser. She also had a bandolier and a utility belt full of throwing weapons - usually metal darts and palm-sized rubber discs.