Basic Information

Name: Maki Sato
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Angel by most people, "The Ghost" to others.
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Height: 167cm
Weight: 50kg
Home District: Westgate. Sort of. She squats in the Library.

Appearance



Hair Color: Dyed bright brown, natural black.
Eye Color: Brown
Ethnicity: Japanese
Physical Appearance:

Maki is a short, slender young woman. She is pretty with a small frame, but well defined and toned muscle from her constant physical exercise. Combined with the hint of tattoos on her arms and poking out over the collar on the back of her neck, most would assume she's involved with gangsters and is used to life on the streets, or that she's one of those aspiring rock stars. She has piercings on her left ear, and her fair porcelain skin betrays her nocturnal living schedule. She has few visible scars, most of them hidden by clothing on only visible if you look closely at the usual spots - hints of cuts and scrapes on the arms, elbows and legs, but nothing major save for a bullet wound below her rib.

She has a rounded face and despite her pretty face, usually manages to blend in - she can turn heads if she puts the effort in, but wearing her hair up most of the time with her short height and low profile demeanour usually covers her presence. Soft lips, almond shaped eyes and a hint of mirth in her usual expressions makes her seem like a cheerful party girl, but a small scar on her lip and the occasional steely set of her jaw betrays the fighter underneath.

Maki has a set of tattoos that identifies her almost anywhere she goes where her reputation has been made known - a cross that the top of her spine, peeking just above her neck and adorned with fiery wings that span her shoulder blades. The horizontal arm of the cross bears a Bible verse on it - Ezekiel 25:17. The actual words of the verse itself spread below. "I will execute great vengeance on them with wrathful rebukes. Then they will know that I am the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon them.” The second tattoo is a simple one of a dragon on her left arm. Along the dragon's spine is a latin phrase "Nemo me impune lacessit" meaning No one provokes me with impunity. The third, more frivolous and less meaningful, is a line of roses that run down the left side of her waist and hip.

Attire:

Maki's broad style can be described as functional but stylish. Her default attire is a white tank top under either a black short sleeved leather jacket or plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves, baring her mid riff, coupled with tight jeans and boots. She varies it from time to time, occasionally forgoing the outer layer to show off the tattoos for some semblance of intimidation. She almost always wears a pair of leather half-finger gloves, sometimes studded at the knuckles. Those who bother to think about her attire would obviously notice she's usually ready to fight or run in them.

Her only other attire of note is the uniform of a bar she works at from time to time. A white form-fitting dress shirt and black skirt complete with stockings and apron.

Personality

Personality:

Maki on the surface, is your typical street girl - she's snarky, flirts around, swears like a sailor and stubborn. She doesn't tolerate bullshit from anyone, something a bartender cum waitress might consider an essential skill, and one always knows where they stand with her. Sarcasm and insults are her usual way of doing things, but she's not above getting in fights either.

Deeper down though, Maki has a sort of rugged charisma to her. She is always around when some drunk doesn't know how to handle being rejected by a lady at the bar, and despite her brash attitude she's actually quite intelligent and patient when she needs to be. Certainly, being polite and kind is her default approach to people unless they prove they deserve otherwise. The people she works with defer to her when things crop up and they can't handle it themselves. She's reliable, and she sees things through to the end. They also know that Maki is the last person to ever give up hope on them or leave them in a lurch as long as she's able to do something to help. It would also be another really admirable trait if it didn't get her in more trouble than most people. Her need to take action often trumps her prudence or more cool-headed side, and Maki is impossible to deal with when she has to admit she's helpless or in over her head.

Regardless, her determination cuts both ways - she will do anything to help those in need and on the end of the other extreme, she's willing to go to great lengths to punish bullies. Despite appearances and her usual attitude, Maki despises thugs and gangsters that prey on the weak, especially women. It's earned her a fearsome reputation in the areas she frequents. She spends as much time in trouble with the law as she is helping them, and the only thing that holds local police from pressing charges against her most of the time is that she (usually) does things with good intentions.

Hobbies/Interests: Reading. It's the reason why she even squats in the library in the first place. Though she hates non-fiction books. History? Sure, a little dry at times, but the wars and famous rulers are always interesting. Latest breakthroughs science and technology? Forget it. Give her a good fantasy epic any day. Probably a little soft and strange for a young woman with her lifestyle, but it's one of her rare joys that don't get her in trouble.

Music. Maki's a decent singer, even without training. While she doesn't make this fact public knowledge, one can usually catch her humming a song or tune in her private moments or in the midst of work. She's an amateur guitar player, again with no training but whatever she can learn and practise by herself with an instructional book. It's also why she chose to work in a bar that hires different bands to perform.

Mixed martial arts. While not exactly an interest or hobby and more a necessity, Maki enjoys the physicality of her training, and the fact that it's free. Mostly. It's a way for her to let off steam and gain the satisfaction of knocking the wind out of men twice her size.

Social Work, and she's using the term loosely. Maki helps out at-risk youths in the city, either by offering them leftovers from the bar at the end of her shift or helping them find places to stay. Occasionally, she helps them stay away from drug dealers and gang recruiters. Very rarely, she helps them run from abusive parents or partners or trouble in general. She leaves the work to the official channels most of the time, but those that slip through the cracks in the system always end up needing her help in one way or another.

Skills/Talents:

Singing and guitar - Decent for an amateur with no formal training, Maki's voice is pleasant enough that most enjoy hearing her sing and passable enough on a guitar that people don't cringe while she's playing.

Mixed Martial Arts - She's good and she can hold her own in a fight against your run-of-the-mill street thugs, but she has no delusions of fighting law enforcement or military or even some guy with a gun. In her own words, she knows "how to throw a punch and kick a guy in the balls and that's it", though she's selling herself a little short.

Parkour - Some semblance of it. A young woman on the streets like her spends a lot of time running, and being able to jump chain link fences and fire escapes without breaking your leg or neck is an important skill. It's not like she can scale a building like Spiderman, but she agile and quick enough that most people won't be able to catch her if there's even a table in the way. The most difficult thing she's willing to attempt with her skill is maybe jump from rooftop to rooftop and even then, not without a running start.

Prized Possession: A nazar given to her by a Turkish boy she used to date. It's the only material possession she has that she's willing to risk life and limb to retrieve.

Quote(s):

"They might call me Angel, but I think they're just too lazy to add 'avenging' before it."

"Fuck. That."

"You have got to be kidding."

History/Bio:

Maki usually tells people she either fell from heaven or rip off some comic book hero's origin story, but Maki Sato was born to a lower-middle income household. Her parents had moved to Blackfall to find work after eloping from their homeland, where their marriage was disapproved. So, if anything, Maki had the consolation that she had indeed been born out of love between her parents even if she didn't have much else to be happy about growing up.

They lived in a rough neighbourhood. It wasn't violent in the way that people were used to gang shootings or gang wars erupting, but it was definitely seedy and crime-filled. Maki knew what prositutes and sex trafficking meant at a young age, knew what drugs did to you, and to never trust anyone she didn't know. For the most part, her childhood years were rather unmolested - the fights she witnessed were in the schoolyard with other kids, not between gangsters. The only gun she ever got hit by was a BB gun, and while she had learned what a real gun sounded like, she had never seen one.

It all changed when she turned thirteen. Her father was let go from his job, something about downsizing. He tried looking for simple jobs to tide the family over, but there were few in her area that didn't involve criminal associations in some way. Desperate to feed his family, her father swallowed his morals and took a job at a pharmacy that was owned by some drug ring. The money was good enough to let the Satos live a little more comfortably, even if her father had to deal with his own conscience, watching teenagers barely older than her go to him for a drug fix.

It was a year before things really went bad for her family. Her father, unable to deal with the guilt of ruining lives by peddling poison into his community, started to work with the police to help bring down the drug ring. He'd keep up the pretense of operating the pharmacy while feeding information to the police. When they were finally ready to make arrests, Maki's father was spared the wrath of the law... but not of those he betrayed. It was in the middle of the night when it happened, a few remaining runners for the gang had burst into their home on orders kill Maki and her mother while her father watched.

She had been out with some friends when it happened, and returned home to find her door marked with police tape and the officers restraining her when she tried to enter. They told her her parents were dead, and that it was related to her father's work. She had not known he was an informant for the police, and they soon took her into protective custody, while social services looked for somewhere to put her. Still, it seemed they underestimated the drug ring. Whoever remained at large seemed determined to send a message to the remaining members that treason would not be tolerated, and wanted the entire Sato family dead. That Maki survived by luck was not enough, and they wanted her to join her parents as a warning, and to strike a blow against the police in retribution for their arrested brothers. At least, that's what Maki believed they wanted.

All she knew was that she was on her way to her foster home one day and as soon as she stepped out of the police car escorting her there, she was shot. She dully remembered more shots impacting the door beside her, but nothing else as the pain and shock took over. Well, after that, it was apparent she wasn't safe and wouldn't be safe anywhere. Maki fled the hospital as soon as she was able, fearing she would be a sitting duck if she stayed there. The rest was history. She spent the rest of her life a street rat, living off the kindness of strangers and resorting to theft to survive at other times.

It wasn't until she met Ted Grant that her life turned around. The owner of a MMA gym, she had tried to pickpocket him unsuccessfully. Strangely, instead of turning her over to the police, he took her to his gym and offered to let her stay there as long as she needed. Ted's reasoning was that he grew up in a neighbourhood much like Maki's, and he was lucky enough to find his way out. Now he tried to pay it forward by letting homeless teenagers like her stay at his gym. It wasn't for free, however - in exchange for food and lodging, she trained there and helped clean up the place as an assistant. She learned much and under his guidance, left most of her old life behind her. She even started going to church.

While she appreciated his hospitality and mentorship, Maki knew she couldn't depend on it forever. She got a job of her own at a bar, started paying her own stroke of luck forward as well. She started out rough - she picked fights almost exclusively with gangsters and thugs, the same people who had uprooted her life. She thought she had left the anger behind, but it seemed she hadn't. Eventually, she mellowed out and stopped painting a target on her back, especially when it ended up endangering whoever she was living with.

Family:

Asami Sato/Mother/Deceased
Shirou Sato/Father/Deceased

Relationships

Ted Grant / Mentor / The White Knight - Well, he did save Maki from a life on the streets as a thief, possibly junkie or hooker later on, so she couldn't give him too mocking a nickname. He was the one who taught her how to fight, when to fight, why to fight, as well as the man who still takes in the kids she brings him every now and then and mended a number of her scrapes when a hospital was out of the question.

Richard Palmer / The Librarian / Boring McDerpington - The custodian of the library who let Maki squat an unused storage room on the top floor. They attended the same church where her reputation was somewhere between not-quite-secret and not-quite-public knowledge. She had trouble making rent with her job at the bar, so he offered to let her squat in the library, seeing as how he appreciated what she was doing but not how she was doing it. Neither did he want to explain bringing an eighteen year old Asian girl covered in tattoos back to his wife.

Abilities

Power Class & Rating: (Cerebral, Super-System, Elemental, Power, or Other)
Power:

'Blinking' - Or at least, that's what Maki calls it. It was a term from some video game that some idiot brought up and it stuck. Maki has the ability to teleport short distances with limitations. She has to be able to see where she's going, or know the layout of the room. The latter because it is impossible for her to materialize in a space another object already occupies. The good news of this drawback is that she never has to worry about getting herself stuck inside a brick wall, for example. The bad news? When she fails because there's an object where she tried to materialise, it feels like she ran into one. Secondly, the range is limited. She cannot teleport to her own room in the library from across town even if she knows it well enough. By her estimates, she can travel up to a hundred meters. Anything - or anyone - in contact with her is transported with her. Momentum is conserved so if she was blinking out of a speeding car, she'd still be travelling at the speed of the car when she materializes. It's a useful ability in a fight and running away from trouble.

Superhuman Agility and Senses - Maki's incredibly quick and agile, able to climb and navigate simple obstacles with ease, provided she has sufficient hand and foot holds. Her reflexes are above human levels well. Her strength, while not superhuman, rivals the average athlete with her previous training and exercise. All this combined allow her to take relatively light damage in fights and falls, and allows her to recover quicker than your average human being. Her senses of sight and sound are heightened - she has excellent night vision, is able to notice minute details in a book cover up to a hundred meters away. She is sensitive to the slightest changes in tone and frequencies of sounds, and able to isolate individual sounds in the middle of crowded room, even if her actual hearing is just slightly keener than average humans.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Again, if Maki tries to blink somewhere already occupied, she gets a massive headache, and feels as if she was thrown against the object and deflected back to her original space. Excessive use within a short span of time also causes the migraines and dizzy spells. Maki also feels hunger pangs and acute pains in her stomach from excessive use, though a good meal or bottle of soft drink usually alleviates it. The limits of her range vary depending on her 'cargo', or what she's carrying. Size and mass are obvious factors, but the complexity of the object being transported contributes to how far she can transport them as well. One other person seems to be her upper limit for now, though at times Maki feels as if the strain of transporting someone with her eases over time, as if she simply needs to get used to the load as if she were physically carrying it over a distance.

Other: Maki is bisexual with a preference for women. [insert immature giggle here]

Sample Post:

"What I wouldn't give to be drinking on the job." Maki sighed, as she stepped out into the chilly night air of the back alley. It had been a rather quiet night at the bar, presumably because it was Christmas and most people were spending time with their families at home. In fact, Tom had considered closing the bar that night, if it weren't for the fact that most of his staff were either from out of town or had no families to spend Christmas with. So, he kept the place open, if for no other reason than so the staff could at least spend Christmas together and not alone. I wouldn't mind it though, if I could at least get laid. She thought wistfully. Preferably with some redhead.

She hoisted the bag of trash she brought with her into the dumpster and that's when she heard it. A whimper. "Here we go again." Maki muttered under her breath, with a roll of her eyes as she tilted her head back to look up at the night sky, speckled with white flakes of snow here and there. "You couldn't have given me a break today, huh?" She asked, as if she expected the Big Guy Upstairs to part the clouds and wink or chuckle at her. God sure loves to make me the butt of his cosmic jokes. Maki thought, as she moved toward the source of the sound.

She could have ignored it of course, but as her pastor like to say, God worked in strange ways and perhaps she was working tonight instead of working her way onto Santa's naughty list with some hot chick because she wouldn't ignore some girl in trouble. There was always someone in trouble back in this alley. Either some poor prostitute getting roughed up by an over zealous client or some moron who drunk too much and got himself in a fight or argument with a fellow drunk. There were hardly any lights back there but it didn't matter. She could see just as well without them.

Right at the end of the alley were two guys holding down a girl trying to push them off her. From the way she was moving so feebly and could barely gather her voice to scream, Maki guessed she was just some poor soul who had had too much to drink and the two brutes thought she would be an easy target to take advantage of. Thanking her decision to have forgone the heeled boots tonight, Maki stalked up to the guys and whipped out her phone. "This is going to make a good video on Pornhub." Maki commented, loudly enough for the men to hear her. They whipped around at her voice and she clicked the shutter button on her phone's camera. There was a brief flash to illuminate their faces and the Japanese girl made sure she had their faces clearly stored before stowing her phone back in her skirt pocket.

The men grunted at the flash and knowing they had been caught, got off the girl and advanced. Well, one of them did. At least they had the sense not to both let their victim go and risk her escaping or calling the cops. Bad news for Maki, but she supposed she would have to deal with thugs that had two brain cells to rub together from time to time. "Oh, you shouldn't have done that." Her attacker growled.

"Oh, I know. Seeing that picture is going to be such a turn off if I do get laid tonight." Maki snapped back a witty retort. The man approaching her was cautious, and more than a head taller than her. Within the tight confines of the alley, she wouldn't be able to make use of her smaller frame and better agility. Mostly. The guy stank of alcohol, though, so she guessed he probably wouldn't be too sharp or quick to react. She remembered a lesson Ted taught her before though - never underestimate the power of stupidity and rage. Besides, he just needed to get lucky and land a punch and she was sure it would send her flying.

"I'll show you getting laid you bit-" He swung at her, but he obviously had no training. He pulled his arm back, announcing his intention and leaving himself wide open. Maki had rolled up the sleeves of her uniform and even in the dim light he had to be able to see her muscle and know she wasn't some weak girl who had more good intentions than actual sense. Her fist snapped out before he was even ready to swing his own forwards and she caught his throat, causing him to lose all his momentum and stumble from the blow, gagging and coughing. She hadn't hit him hard enough to do any real damage, but a swift kick to his temple her booted foot settled that fight.

"Shit." His accomplice cursed, or maybe he was describing what he was doing now, letting go of the girl and scrambling to his feet. He pulled out a knife and Maki halted. Okay, this changed things. She was ready to take on a drunken brawl, but a drunk with a knife was dangerous, if not to herself than to the girl on the floor behind her next opponent.

"Walk away. I just want the girl safe." Maki tried negotiating, hoping talking some sense to this guy would work. Panic, alcohol and rage were not a good combination for that, however, as the guy charged anyway. She was right beside another dumpster and it narrowed the space she had to move and dodge the knife - fuck it - Maki activated her ability, one she didn't like using in a fight because it felt like cheating and she didn't want to risk stepping on the girl, but she appeared just behind the guy, who just gave a confused "Huh?" as Maki materialized behind him. He was off balance since her body didn't stop his knife for him, and all she had to do was grab the back of his head and slam him into the lid of the dumpster as he slumped to the ground with a groan.

She would have managed a snarky quip then, but the girl was more important. She was still very drunk and trying to stand, but the events that happened to her still had her trembling. Maki helped the girl up, consoling her and helping her back into the bar through the staff entrance. She laid the girl down on the bench in their changing room, placed a jacket over the girl to keep her warm and another beneath her head as a pillow, after someone brought her an aspirin and some water. They simply shook their head with a wry smile at Maki as they left, muttering something about her always finding trouble. She shrugged it off, since she was used to her reputation here. The girl had to be barely eighteen, and soon fell asleep.

---

Maki was changing out of her uniform at the end of her shift and into her usual clothes when she heard someone whisper "An angel..." from behind her. She turned around and saw the girl from before, apparently waking up. Maki had just stripped off her dress shirt and no doubt the girl mistook her tattoo for an angel's wings or something. She pulled on her tank top and settled down beside the girl, making sure she was okay. "I'm not exactly an angel, ask anyone I work with." Maki managed to say with a dry smile. "You alright?"

The girl nodded. "Thanks for saving me. I was... really drunk. Got into a fight with my sister at home and... it was stupid. I'm Sarah."

"Maki." She introduced herself, and got back up to continue changing. "Well, if you're feeling up to it, I'll call a cab and send you home."

That she did, thought Maki went with Sarah just to make sure nothing else happened along the way. There was a frantic rush to open the door when Sarah knocked, and her sister's face was a mixture of relief and worry as she saw who it was at her door. The usual exchange of worried family members took place, apologies for the earlier fight were made, and Sarah was ushered back into her home gladly. As Maki turned to leave, however, she was stopped by Sarah's sister.

"Hey, miss! Thanks for bringing my sister back." Maki flashed one of her charming smiles and waved it off.

"It was nothing."

"It wasn't nothing, it's Christmas! Why don't you come in and have a seat?" Maki turned around again to reject the offer and then she noticed Sarah's sister was a redhead. And really pretty. She laughed to herself at an inside joke only she understood and nodded. "I'd love to."

Name: Creedence C. Boggs
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6'0
Weight: 220 lbs
Home District: Courtwall Harbor

Appearance

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Ethnicity: Caucasian (His ancestry is a mix of several European countries)
Physical Appearance: Creed is as attractive as someone with the surname "Boggs" can be. Although his ears stick out like his younger brother, he has a chisled jaw, pouty lips, and eyes that seem to stare through others. He is tall, at an even six feet, and goes to the gym every other day.

His skin isn't as pale as his younger brother, but far from tan. His face, while attractive, shows signs of violence. His left eyebrow has a scar dividing it where he had once been stabbed, which he hides with an eyebrow pencil. His nose, although fairly straight, is crooked in places it had been broken upon close inspection. These features, even though detrimental to most, have only helped Creed's "Bad Boy" image.

His wardrobe is mostly tight, and black. The majority of his tops are t-shirts and polo shirts, whereas all of his bottoms are black slacks or jeans. Nothing he owns is too loose or too tight. Although Creed almost always wears suspenders and combat boots, he has no problem adopting a less suspicious look when he needs to.

Personality: Where being poor made his younger brother humble, it made Creed hungry. Where the loss of their parents made Lenny lonely, it made Creed angry. The only binding trait Creed has with his brother is fear. Lenny's status as a metahuman makes him fearful of non-metahumans, whereas Creed fears a multitude of things. These traits, hunger, anger, and fear, are the driving forces behind Creed's personality.

Creed believes his parent's car accident was an act of sabotage, inflicted upon his family for being metahumans. Ironically, this has led him to become the hateful racist he is today. Creed believes metahumans are the next stage of human evolution, and that they should be proud of their powers and abilities. On the other side of the same coin, he believes all non-white races are less evolved, and should not intermarry with caucasians.

Creed's anger manifests itself with wanton violence. He silently reaches a boiling point, and when it's reached, starts throwing punches without a second thought. His younger brother, Lenny, is the most common victim of this violence, but it's by no means exclusive to him. His fellow gang members, past girlfriends, and strangers passing by in the night have all been on the wrong side of his anger.

Secondly, Creed hungers for power, which is another fundamental part of his personality. His powers play a large role in this desire, as well as his low class. He despises being labled poor, and tries to hide this whenever possible. Luckily for him, he's able to convince people of money he doesn't have just with his words. Although usually successful, he is prone to snap when his social class is called into question.

Creed's desire for power also comes from a place of weakness. With mandated registration for metahumans, Creed feels weak and vulnerable, and so, he purposefully hid his powers from the public eye. With a family on food stamps, Creed felt weak, and so he gets others to buy things for him. Creed desires power to hide the fact that deep down, he is weak.

Lastly, Creed is a fearful young man, moreso even than his younger brother. There is little Creed doesn't fear. Most obviously, Creed fears minorities. Creed fears being found out as a metahuman, harm coming to his younger brother, his plans for the future failing, the list goes on and on. Creed's fears come from the same deep-seated place as his weakness. And like his weakness, Creed masks this too. Creed masks his fears with hate.

Creed is by no means a good person. He's a bad person. However, no person is completely bad, and Creed is not an exception to this. At his worst, Creed is a violent racist who frequently attacks his younger brother, women, and strangers. He believes he comes from two master races, being metahuman and white, and looks down on all others. At his best, Creed is a weak, frightened young man, who hides behind his hatred to feel more powerful. Creed is a coin with two scratched sides.

Hobbies/Interests: Creed is an avid pool player, and enjoys complex math problems. In his spare time, he enjoys working on his car, and hanging out with his friends and fellow gang members.

Skills/Talents: Creed's largest skill is his charisma. Even when not using his powers, Creed is capable of being charming and personable, even with hate symbols adorning his clothes. Creed has many friends in The Dead End, even outside of The Iron Eagles, as he's good at solving disputes. At the same time, although he's charismatic, he can be incredibly intimidating if he needs to be. Although this is also something that can be done with his powers, being known for violence and facism, with a gang of thirty or so guys behind him, Creed doesn't need to try very hard to be feared.

Prized Possession: Creed owns nothing more than clothes and a car. Even his room has nothing more than an inflatable mattress and a blanket.

History/Bio: Creedence Clearwater Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Courtwall Harbor. His parents, having moved from Georgia five years earlier, carried their outdated beliefs and politics with them to Black Falls. Raised in this environment from birth, and thereby through his most impressionable years, Creed grew up with a distinct distrust for people who didn't look like him or spoke another language. This was escalated by growing up in the neighborhood he called home.

Both of Creed's parents were metahumans, and some of the few caucasians in their immigrant neighborhood of factory workers in Courtwall Harbor. His father's skin was undeniably green, with small patches of scales. His mother, on the other hand, would accidentally freeze things when she'd touch them.

They were feared and hated by their neighbors, frequently coming home to messages scrawled upon their door. Naturally, this only provided fuel for their racist beliefs, which Creed took even more strongly than his parents. Not only did he harbor feelings of racial superiority learned from his parents, he also began to believe that metahumans were superior to humans.

One such neighbor was Miguel Vasquez. Living in the apartment next door to them, Joseph made several complaints to the superintendant, child services, and Creed and Lenny's school. He believed the two parents were unfit to raise children for their dangerous abilities, and made no effort to hide that belief -- He hated metahumans as much as the Boggs' hated him for his race.

One night, after a loud argument with Miguel, Creed's parents piled into their car, and began to drive to the police station. On the drive there, the car slid off-road, killing both of them instantly. Although ruled an accident, Creed believes it was caused by their neighbor. Shortly after being put into the custody of their grandmother, Creed decided to take revenge. Late one evening, Creed visited his old apartment building, and waited for Miguel to come home. When he did, Creed used his powers to force Miguel to let Creed into the apartment, give him a large sum of money he had been hiding under his mattress, and finally, jump from his eighth story window.

Growing up, Creed was the leader of his house, frequently bringing in money through nefarious activities. This role was reflected in his involvement with The Iron Eagles, a gang of likeminded youths in The Dead End. He quickly rose through their rankings to become leader, where he remains now.

Family: Grandmother - Susan Boggs
Brother - Lenny Boggs

Relationships

Lenny | Mixed Feelings | Brother| "Sometimes Lenny pisses me off and I smack the shit outta him, sometimes he helps me out and I don't. He's a good kid, though." |

Susan Boggs | Ambivalent | Grandmother | "She just sits there most days. Fine by me." |

The Iron Eagles | Pride | Gang | "Best group of guys I know. Hardworking Americans who are proud of their heritage." |

Abilities

Power Class & Rating: Cerebral 8
Power: Creed can impose his will on others with a sort of "Jedi Mind-Trick". When activating his powers, his pupils shrink slightly, and the veins on his neck bulge -- This minor physical change has allowed him to hide his status as a metahuman from NEST for his whole life.

When this change is activated, Creed's statements become fact to those who can hear him. If Creed says "You are going to let me inside", the person he's speaking to would immediately open the door for him. If Creed says "You can't swim", that person would forget ever knowing how to swim. Creed's mind-control is only at it's height when he is controlling the weak-willed.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks: Creed can't make the impossible happen. While convincing a terrorist to bomb an American embassy would be easy, he couldn't give the same command to a politician. Getting the average joe to forget how to play chess would be easy, but it would be impossible to do the same for a chess champion. Integral parts of people's personalities can't be controlled or erased.

Additionally, some people can resist Creed's mind control simply by having very strong wills. Former soldiers and experienced metahumans would be able to resist, unlike their civillian counterparts.

Lastly, Creed can't control a telepath, or any metahuman with cerebral powers. Trying to would feel like being punched in the head, and the few times he's tried to control a cerebral metahuman have given him intense migraines and nosebleeds.

Sample Post: "I'd like to welcome you all to this month's meeting." Creed said calmly into his microphone. The Iron Eagles had their meetings in the back room of The Doghouse, a small dive bar in The Dead End. There were about twenty people at the meeting, sitting in steel foldout chairs. Most of them looked like Creed. Tough, with shaved heads and shined boots. The Iron Eagles didn't carry a uniform, but they had an insignia. Many of the members wore on it their jackets or tattooed it on their skin, decorating themselves with an eagle holding an iron cross.

Aside from the members, there were a few younger looking teenagers, mostly in hoodies and ballcaps. Recruits. Some looked nervous, others looked excited. They all looked dangerous.

"Before we begin this month's discussion and planning, I'd like to address the new faces I see in the crowd." He flashed a smile, nodding towards the teenagers. He cleared his throat, readying himself for the speech that he had given dozens, maybe hundreds of times.

"The Iron Eagles is all about pride. It was an institution of pride when I entered it, it'll stay an institution of pride while I run it, and it'll only house the proud when I'm cold and dead. Secondly, it is about brotherhood." He looked up from his podium, to look at his audience. He always used his powers at recruitment ceremonies, just to be safe. He wasn't yet, though. Too soon.

"The Iron Eagles is a band of brothers. Strong, proud, hardworking brothers. If any of you don't think that's what you want, the door is open." He pointed to the door at the back of the room, which creaked ominously. Truthfully, if any of them tried to back out at this point, they'd be beaten into an ER, but he wasn't about to say so.

"If you're not proud of your heritage, of your country, there's the door. If you're a lone wolf who thinks he can make it in this world with just himself, there's the door. If you come from a well-off enough background, there's the door." He repeated his phrase over and over, slamming his fist on his podium and pointing with each iteration of 'door'. It didn't frighten the boys in front of him. It inspired them. They all fit into those categories not because they were destined to join a gang, but because Creed knew what kind of teenagers would want to join a hate group. They were bullied, had few friends, and were all of the same ethnicity. Like he had once been.

"If you want to make the world a better place through force of action," He said, pausing, "Then you've come to the right place." His small audience began to applaud, hooting and hollering and clapping. Creed prepared himself for delivering the final blow. His pupils shrank, and the veins in his neck bulged slightly. It was impossible to see his eyes from this distance, and his veins could be attributed to shouting.

"If you're like the rest of these fine men..." He shut his eyes tightly for a second, and opened them wide, practically staring through each member of the crowd. "You want to join."
There was a split second lul in the crowd's activity, as the eyes of the teenagers in the crowds glazed over for a moment, before they began cheering even more loudly than they did before. It worked, as it always had. Creed had a new set of recruits.