Name:
Riot

Identity:
John Kruger

City of Operation:
Phoenix, Arizona

Appearance:
A little like this.

Age:
26

Gender:
Male

Superpowers:
-Trauma Shield: Not a power per say, but the visions John has makes mind reading incredibly difficult. It would take something incredibly skilled in the ways of the mind to pick through his head and come out unscathed.

Skills/ Talents:
-Man of War: John has

Equipment:
- Riot Cage: All purpose combat armor built by John before he broke, the Riot Cage is the only piece of equipment without any quirks. Able to block small arms fire, explosives, and hazardous environments without any trouble but it's real strength lies in its ability to absorb energy and add it to Left Hand. Finally the Riot Cage increases strength, endurance, and durability to above human levels but compared to other supers it isn't anything special.

- The Left Hand: A powerful energy based weapon built into the left gauntlet that takes on characteristics based on the energy it leeches. Thermals cause burning lasers, electricity can causes a paralyzing wave or a focused bolt of lightning, e.t.c. However the built up energy is always let out at once, needing to leech more energy before it can fire again.

Weaknesses:

Psyche: What makes your character tick? How do they view the world and people around them, and how does this make them react to things. No one's perfect, even heroes are capable of greed, pride, and other vices.

History: I don't need more than one or two paragraphs here, but the more detail the better.

Name: Electron

Identity: Sarah Lazenby {Unknown}

City of Operation: Detroit, Michigan

Appearance:


Age: 27

Gender: Female

Superpowers: Electron has an electrical body, meaning that she can manifest herself into a being of seemingly pure light, however it is mainly plasma. With this body she can absorb many kinds of hits that would kill a normal person, such as being sliced in half, and reform only if there is exposed energy close to her. She can survive being crushed by something as large as a bus, however there is no energy cost. She can also travel inside of power lines, her position is given off by a glow, and fly by charging air particles around her. She is required to consume energy and has a lightning attack that gives of one billion volts of electricity. If she consumes enough energy in a fight she goes supercharged, her strength and speed are doubled.

Skills/ Talents: Sarah is a gymnast and is very flexible with her body, though this is not really needed most of the time.

Equipment: N/A

Weaknesses: Water can cause electron to dissipate and normally renders her reforming bill and void unless she is close together. She is required to consume energy to maintain herself and it will kill her if she does not. Often times, she will charge into battle without thinking.

Psyche: Electron is a very arrogant and egotistical person, thinking that she is a goddess among men. She will often have a snobby tone about her and when she does not get her way then she becomes very angry. She finds that the normal life of a human, meaningless, and so she has no problem making them become dead. However, she does have a soft spot for most animals, knowing that they are innocent and free of the human struggle is.

History:
Sarah was born and raised in Detroit all of her life, being raised as a very pampered and stubborn child. However she suffered from bipolar disorder and often times she would attack her parents, mainly verbally. This went into her adult life when she became 18 and entered into a decent private college. She studied the phenomenon of lightning, she did well enough to become an intern at a laboratory which also studied this. However, instead of staying within the given area that she was supposed to be in, she went and explored. Sarah found a secret area in the lab where they practiced making living lightning, unfortunately she was found and experimented on. The scientists succeeded but at the cost of dooming themselves by being killed by the new being known as 'Electron'. She destroyed the lab and made her escape. At least her bipolar disorder was cured.

Name: Broker

Identity: Ginny White (Unknown)

City of Operation: Nashville, Tennessee (But has a vast network across the states)

Appearance: Ginny is on the shorter side. She only stands at five foot three. She has short, dyed, blonde hair. Her natural color is a darker brown. She has blue-green eyes and a fair complexion. Ginny is skinny and rather flat and without curves, however she knows how to dress to highlight what little assets she has.

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Superpowers: Psychometry (ESP)

Skills/ Talents:

• Computers
  • Ginny can hack almost all computers, but not from a distance. She uses her ESP to "see" the passwords from the keyboard.
  • Ginny does have some natural computer skills, but not hacking related.
• Eidetic Memory
  • Once Ginny has seen/read/smelled/heard/tasted something once, she'll never forget it.
  • However it's not all active recall. She can "forget" things if she doesn't consciously think about everything pertaining to the subject/issue.
• Compartmentalization.
  • Ginny organizes her memories like filing cabinets, which eases recall.
• Seduction.
• Manipulation.

Equipment: Ginny prefers her bodyguards to do all the dirty work. However she does carry a concealed hand gun in her purse and pepper spray.

Weaknesses:

• Only Human
• Dual identity

Psyche: Ginny has two personas. One is her work and the other is with friends. She likes to keep her life separate.

While at work, Ginny (known as Broker) is a cold person. Some people have gone as far to call her frigid. She prefers to be described as detached. She doesn't want, nor cares, to like the people she works with. She just thinks of them a tools or means to an end. She is a very hard working woman who likes to be through. She rarely delegates anything to anyone and trusts no one but herself.

When Ginny is with friends she is practically a different person. She is very open and warm. Though she is an almost compulsive liar. She likes to laugh and tell jokes. She is also a very tactile person. Chances are she'll want to hold your hand. Ginny also tends to spend a lot of money on clothes and accessories. She'll also donate a bit to whatever charity strikes her fancy. All of her friends view Ginny as a very loyal, abet busy person.

Ginny has a special place in her heart for Mixtape. She has a carte blanch for anyone who can bring his secret identity to her. If it's a customer, she'll give them whatever information they want for as long as they want it. And if it's one of her minions, she'll give them their own city to work.

What makes Mixtape so hated in Ginny's book is that he doesn't take anything seriously and yet he wins, constantly. He keeps nipping at her heels and disrupting her work. She's promised herself she'll personally kill the flamboyant man.

History: Ginny was born to poor parents. They wasted whatever money they gained on booze and drugs. Needless to say home life was no life for little Ginny. She spent a lot of time at school, either in the library or on the playground. She rarely went home unless she had to. Because of her peculiar gifts she excelled in school. She graduated High School by the age 14 and went to college. She gained her emaciation the very next year when she was fifteen.

Since she had a free ride to Yale, she focused on ridding herself of her past and elevating herself. She went to work for a pharmaceutical corporation, Axell Corp., and started earning more money. But it wasn't enough for Ginny. Through her connections she began to discover the world of blackmail. The added income was very much needed and appreciated. By the time she was seventeen, Broker, was a force in the underground. If you wanted information Broker would get it to you at a price. Ginny didn't care who she sold information to, as long as they paid.

By the time she was in her twenties she had set herself up an empire in the underworld. In her alternate life she was now a shareholder in Axell Corp. Her quick and deft mind kept her above scrutiny and climbing the corporate later. However not all was rosy. Ginny was able to keep her identity a secret through an intense game of shuffle with Mixtape. Quite a few individuals in her organization have gone to jail in her place.

Longtime enemy of Stand-Up guy.

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Name: Big Game

Identity: Domonic Arvii

City of Operation: What city your character is based out of- this should match up with your nemesis: Cleveland, Ohio.

Appearance:

Domonic is the archetypal Russian stereotype. Tall, built, with buzzcut hair and a thick goatee joined with an equally thick, black mustache, and a granite scowl. His green eyes are rather like Daniel Webster's, often shadowed by his forehead and unforgiving eyebrows but still glistening out from underneath them.

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Superpowers: Although his superiors in the militiary tried their best, he doesn't have any obvious powers... However, whatever they did to him all those years ago did become a somewhat super power three years ago. While his skin may have aged, his physicality hasn't degraded in the least since he was 18 (and shows no signs of ever slowing) and he has developed a highly regenerative body. No, he isn't going to be regrowing limbs or any of that bulsch, but he is difficult to kill, and can make quick and full recoveries from injuries that would have been deadly or permanently debilitating to any normal person. Again, he isn't going to patch up in the middle of a battle. I'm thinking more the kind of regeneration that would have conceivably allowed the Joker to be skewered in the belly by a bunch of rebars during Issue 1, then come back perfectly fine and ready to play presumably weeks later without too much medical attention. His superpower is stalwart tenacity and the stubborn refusal to bleed out. Of course, there's definitely a cost to being able to survive things like this. When your body thinks it can't die, it stops knocking you unconscious for the painful parts. And when your body heals so unnaturally quickly, healing can be just as painful as getting the wound in the first place. There are days when he gets up and sits down like an old man despite having a teenage bodybuilder's physique, and he is an avid consumer of Tylenol and Aspirin.

Skills/ Talents: Arvii was trained to kill and maim with his bare hands. He was hardened through painful hard-body processes and taught to defend against all manner of forms and weapons, and also trained to turn pencils, laptops, furniture, kitchen appliances, and silverware into deadly weapons. Then there was the part where he was trained to use guns. Though a crack shot at the range and positively lethal in an alleyway, where he really shines is in the garage. Domonic is a master of the technical, taught to Macguyver traps and bombs together with a toolbox, a gun, and some chemicals when he can get his hands on them, he is the master of jury-rigging instruments of destruction, and becomes almost exponentially more deadly the more resources he has. He's also Bi-lingual, of course.

Equipment: He usually brings his big survival knife with him, hidden on his person, (usually one of his boots) wherever he goes, wearing a trench coat, A-shirt and cargo pants. His clothing is, of course, all in fashionable urban camoflage slash-resistant material, and padded to resist heavy blows and light gunfire. Except his shirt, of course. Who's ever heard of an armored bro-tank!? His identity is concealed with goggles and a gas mask that covers his mouth and nose. The real deadly parts of his arsenal are his two ballistic knives, his bear traps, his scoped hunting rifle, and homebrew tear gas cannisters. He only carries deadly explosives if he has a specific use or strategy in mind for them. After all, the last thing you want is to be carrying explodey bits on your person when your enemy has a plan for them and you don't. Stand-up Guy has probably pulled that kind of Batman Gambit on him before when he was less experienced...

Weaknesses: Arvii is a man almost constantly in physical or emotional pain. While he has learned to push through it, a sharp, heavy blow (physical or verbal) that forces him to pay attention to it will either send him into a frenzied rage or otherwise rob him of concentration. This can be particularly dangerous if he happens to be building something at the time... He's also very paranoid, due to his history, and if something tips him off, he can become increasingly difficult to work with until he cools down again. When he has any use for henchmen, the ones that can't walk on eggshells don't stay employed for long. He may think it's made him vigilant, but he often makes mistakes in this state, which have been his downfall at least 3 times. And if the heroes have any insiders in the local Bratva, it's likely they consider him a traitor and an enemy. On the other side of the pond, it's likely they consider him to be up past his scalp in debt. Either way, he has enemies there.

There's also the fact that he is deathly afraid of being discovered as Domonic Arvii, and will protect his secret at any cost.

Psyche: Arvii is stingy, paranoid, and prickly. He hordes money obsessively for his own ends and strives for perfection in every detail of his work. This perfection is not achievable of course, but what he ends up with is usually enough to keep a decent crime success rate up until that meddling detective comes along.

History: Big Game's secret identity has a secret identity. To anyone who can get him to say it, he would have you know his real name is Ibor Sichev, the rich, eccentric, reclusive Russian-American mob lieutenant who fell overboard on a cruise ship one day and woke up on the shores of New York with no money and a thirst to pursue his old aristocratic hobbies. So he traversed across the states and robbed banks (or any business with cash involved) and hunted the most dangerous prey of all: Man! Finally, he ended up in the cityscapes of Ohio, where he met the trophy that got away. He's been hunting Stand-Up Guy ever since.

While he may play the part of the lunatic fairly well, Ibor's story is more complex than that. He's never had an "aristocratic hobby" in his life. The dusty medieval vintage he drinks from was bought for $2 at a gas station and stored in a warehouse until it was cobwebby enough to look authentic, and his knowledge of Tolstoy and Shakespeare comes from numerous free PDFs he got from a library. In fact, the real Ibor was strangled to death by a man who stole his identity and went deep inland to avoid any pursuers from overseas. Ibor's story may beat the box and give him cushier prison terms in the Asylum for the Criminally Insane, but anyone who can trace all the actions of his Swiss bank account down to a T, and perhaps took a trip overseas, they would perhaps learn the true story of a Russian man named Domonic Arvii, who was on the receiving end of a few bad deals by the Mafiya, drowning in ill-gotten debt, and who joined the military as soon as he could to provide money for his family.

He had joined the naval infantry under a particularly sketchy and probably insane general in 1988, who sent him to Afganistan full of experimental adrenaline serums, Frog DNA, and the like. Luckily, these super-soldier projects didn't seem to do anything to him... But the war did. He was shipped home in 1989 and was unable to find work. Unable to pay off his perceived debt, he found his sister beaten in an alleyway: a warning. Forced to work for the Mob doing questionable things for large sums of money, he one day caught a break, stowed away on the cruise ship one of their associates decided to visit on, and became the new Ibor. (Who he bore a moderate resemblance to.) He's been shipping money anonymously back to the home country ever since, hoping to keep his family safe, and maybe, one day, bring them to America and take them away from those horrible circumstances.

Name: Saint Frank

Identity: Franklin Isaiah St. Jopling (Not publicly known)

City of Operation: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Appearance:


Age: 41

Gender: Male

Superpowers: None

Skills/Talents: Frank is fluent in both English and Afrikaans, and he always has interpreters on radio standby to deal with any other languages. He possesses substantial experience with a myriad of conventional firearms and artillery, both aged and advanced. He is trained in the operational roles of several combat-oriented vehicles, including air and sea units. He is knowledgeable of various methods of unarmed combat and how to counter them, but not so much as to utilize them offensively. Lastly, he is naturally adept at utilizing extreme interrogation techniques to acquire information from those he or his men have apprehended.

Equipment: On his own person, Frank is always equipped with a TAR-21 tactical assault rifle and a Taurus Curve handgun (both properly modified to suit his preferences), proper and plentiful ammunition for both, a Kevlar vest concealed beneath his custom-painted combat wear, and proper communications equipment to get in touch with his men. Readily available to him are all the weapons, vehicles, and manpower the Sunflower Group is comprised of, though he understands how much is too much in any given situation.

Weaknesses: Frank does his best not to let any kind of weaknesses show, whether they be mental or physical, but he does have some to note. He can’t stand someone who’s bested him multiple times, taking their very existence as a challenge that he will pour all he is and more into overcoming, to a rather unhealthy point (such an example would be Joe Magarac). Besides this fault in his personality, injuries he has sustained during repeated violent encounters in the past have left his lower spine and right leg permanently damaged, having required extensive surgery to keep from being rendered useless. As such, most of his general lower body movements are slow in action, and he is incapable of moving any faster than at a quickened walk.

Psyche: Frank considers himself a few fair things - cunning, adaptable, devilishly charismatic, and a brutally effective businessman. Disputing such considerations with him would be unwise. Frank is out for fun and profit, with blood and mayhem just being side products of his efforts. Ever since the incident that made him the leader of the Sunflower Group, he has harbored a deep resentment for anyone and everyone with super powers, magic abilities, so on and so forth. He doesn’t care how much good they can bring about the world, or how much people look up to them, or anything really. He is absolutely hell bent on capturing and selling off of as many as he’s capable, by whatever means he sees as the most effective, entertaining, and profitable.

History: Frank was born somewhere in South Africa in the year 1974, to a mother and father whom he has neglected to share any recollection of, if he even has any information on either of them. Sometime after he reached adulthood, he served in an English-owned private military company for many years, receiving extensive training in many appropriate fields, slowly rising in the ranks until he was practically one of the leadership. The PMC, known only as the Sunflower Group, was cemented in the human trafficking market, operating mainly in several areas of South Africa. Their forward operations reached as far the US, Brazil, Afghanistan, and western Russia. While relatively small compared to other groups at the time, they were well equipped and organized, and managed to keep themselves afloat for a good while. That was, until, an incident in 2012, when a group of prisoners with super powers almost killed every last one of them.

The exact details of the incident are unknown, but the entire leadership of the Sunflower Group was killed, as were most of their collective manpower stationed in South Africa at the time. Frank and a small cadre of soldiers survived throughout the incident and successfully retaliated against their attackers by utilizing overwhelming firepower. Once it was done, Frank was named the de facto leader of the Sunflower Group’s remaining forces, and reestablished contact with forward operation parties. After a period of recovery, he elected to indefinitely postpone their operations in South Africa and most of their other occupied territories, and move everything to the United States, where global chatter labeled as the “hotspot” of superhuman activity. Fortunately, around the time supers and magic users came about, so did demands from no-names and shadow governments for captured specimens, with the offers reaching far higher than any human would ever be worth. Frank, with newfound hatred for all things superhuman, decided this was the perfect wagon to jump on to get the Sunflower Group rolling again.

The remaining Sunflower Group members now operate in small pockets around the eastern coast of the US, armed with a multitude of equipment they managed to smuggle in. While they are still attempting to recover their collective manpower lost during the incident, currently numbering at only a few hundred strong, they are still very much active in the relatively fresh superhuman trafficking game. Frank, spearheading the effort up from on operating base in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, is determined to make as much of a profit off of the suffering of as many supers as possible, no matter what kind of destruction it causes in the long run. The Sunflower Group’s activities have since led to Joe Magarac, the local top dog in terms of superheroes, to catch wind of their crimes and attempt to combat them. And for the most part, he has succeeded. Conventional firearms have no effect on the man of steel, and he shrugs off explosives with ease. Frank and Joe have quickly formed a rivalry, with Magarac recognizing Frank and the rest of the Sunflower Group as a very serious threat, and Frank determined to subdue and sell off Magarac to the highest bidder.

So far, the Sunflower Group's efforts have yielded a fair number of captures and respectable profits. But a certain invitation that Frank himself received has brought up the possible opportunity to expand their operations further inland, or at the very least, see if there's a potential threat that knows anything important about them. To St. Louis he is called, and so to St. Louis he will go.

Name: Succubus

Identity: Marilynn Lovegood (Not public)

City of Operation: San Diego, CA. Previously Hollywood

Appearance:

Age: Unknown (looks to be in her 30's)

Gender: Female

Superpowers:
Drain Beams - Succubus is able to channel beams from her hands that paralyze, cause intense pain, and steal life force from whatever living being that they touch. The affected rapidly ages until it is nothing but a skeleton. With this, she maintains her youth and is able to heal herself as well.

Demonic Mirrors - She can summon up to four mirrors and move them telepathically. The mirrors are able to reflect the drain beams. When one breaks for some reason, the mirror and the shards vanish but she can summon it back again after a short moment. The mirrors have another ability however. She is able to channel the images from one mirror to another, creating a way to view things from a distance.

Form Change - She can reveal her true form, a succubus, whenever she wants to. When she does this, demon wings burst forth from her back and sharp horns raise from her head. She also gains sharp claws that she can use to cut through flesh in close range.

Skills/ Talents: Acting, Impersonation, Forgery, Disguise and Seduction.

Equipment: While hunting, Succubus always carries with her two whips. One is a normal one that she uses for the most kinky of prey. The other one has long spikes on the tip that cause damage and may even lock themselves in to flesh. As for her clothes, when she is Elisa, she always wears the most beautiful, pompous and expensive clothing that she can find, but when she is Succubus, she often wears a black robe adorned with demonic characters.

Weaknesses: Her beams reflect on every reflective surface, not just her own mirrors. Also, they need to be in direct contact with flesh in order to be effective, and if the flow is cut before the process is complete, her target regains it's lifeforce and the aging returns to normal. Her mirrors are easily broken and it takes a short time before she can summon them again (about 2 minutes). She also hates being ignored and will usually act harshly should this occur with no regard for her own safety. Another thing she hates is having cuts or bruises visible on her face. This incurs her inner demon rage and she will lash violently at whoever caused that to happen. She is also more adapt at fighting from mid to long range and will act purely on instinct in close range. This leaves her at a disadvantage when fighting someone trained at close range, specially if she is enraged and not in control of her own emotions.

Psyche: Succubus is envy, greed and pride personified. She absolutely hates being ignored and wants all the attention to herself. She hates seeing anyone but her on the front cover of every magazine. She also hates having her skin cut, especially her face. She believes she is the most beautiful and most talented actress in the whole world and anyone that says otherwise will most likely turn to dust.

History:

Her history in Earth begins in Salem, Massachusetts, in the year of 1683 when a powerful witch summoned her in to this world. The witch wanted to enslave her and use her powers to take over the entire continent, but it is hard to control a demon and the witch soon learned that by having her life force stolen. Through the years, and following the great witch hunts, Succubus learned that it was best to live secretly among side humans than to enslave them all, but that didn't meant that she couldn't control them through other means.

She fused herself in to society by marrying the mayor of whatever city she was currently in, usually by either killing them or by accusing them of witchcraft, which would usually lead to their deaths anyways. When the witchcraft hunts ended, she moved all around the united states until she arrived at a small town called Los Angeles. The irony of the name of the city made her want to leave there but she still kept taking some trips around the states. She wanted to be wherever she could be famous. During the years, she assumed the roles of famous people, namely Amelia Earhart and Marilyn Monroe. While the first one only gave her a few years of publicity, even after she "disappeared", the second one made her really really famous. Unfortunately, she had to kill off her own persona and disappear. With the help of a few seduced men, she managed to do just that.

Now, she is Elisa Lovegood, a rising star in the world of cinema and already a winner of three Oscars for best actress and two prizes for woman of the year. She was about to win the third prize when a so called hero child was caught shielding a kid from bullets. This made her not only loose her prize but also the front page on every magazine. She became furious and moved to San Diego to fight and kill this hero, Cherry bomb. She began a relentless crime spree in San Diego just to bring out this hero, and when she did appeared, Cherry bomb thwarted her plans and defeated her. Luckly, Succubus managed to escape and now she is preparing her next attack on the city.

Name: The Dragonfly

Identity: Benedict R. Kaspin (Not his birth name. He's never told anyone that).

City of Operation: Chicago Illinois.

Appearance:



Benedict's appearance is sub-human at best. He doesnt at all resemble the man he once was. Over the years he's grown into quite a specimen, demonstrating the 'mistakes' that have occurred in his whole experimentation process aren't necessarily bad things. Benedict often refers to himself as 'the dragon'. He truly lives up to his name, too.

Assuming he's completely naked (normally he wears some special clothing he's made for himself) the animal influence of his body becomes even more apparent. Ben is massive. He weighs slightly more an a metric ton (2000lbs) and stands over nine feet tall. Benedict's scales are a dull steely blue coloration, with a sandy colored belly and chest, and red feathers going along the sides of his neck and flanks. Even his weakest scales are fairly thick, and his strongest are about as puncture proof as kevlar. His arms and legs are thick and hulking, and every inch of Benedict's frame is taut with muscle; he is visibly the strongest person around- if you were to call him a person at this point. Benedict's mouth and jaw have extended outwards as his head has become a snout with his transformation, his nose and face broadening outwards into a very saurian snout, with his ears and nose and other cartilage structures degrading away. He is entirely unrecognizable as the man he once was; now, he just looks like some freakish thing that crawled up out of Jurassic Park. He has a long and thick tail that is easily as long as he is tall, which is extremely strong and powerfully muscled. It's very thick at the base and as it trails down- flattens out like that of a monitor lizard's. Making it excellent for swimming. Benedict's hands have mutated heavily, his fingers elongating and growing huge three-inch claws. With one, his pinky, becoming a rough nub, is degraded away leaving him with only four usable fingers. His feet have already fully morphed into three-toed saurian like feet. Each of the claws he has are thick and relatively dull, but easily over four inches long. Benedict, in short, looks like a Deathclaw and hulk had a lovechild. The result is someone who has been described as a force of nature.

Age: 39

Gender: "I'm a god damn dude."

Superpowers:
Other than being incredibly strong and resilient, Benedict is fairly fast for his size. He's not going to be moving faster than Usain Bolt... but he definitely is capable of matching his pace in sprint.. and he's probably capable of holding it for much longer. But he doesn't usually bother chasing people down. Ben's jaws and claws also supply him natural weaponry that are backed up by his own natural strength that comes from his size. Getting a good bitch slap from him is like being hit by a motorcycle made of meat cleavers. Ben also has a fifth limb that grants him even more dexterity among physical brawls. Benedict, being reptilian in nature, also has the reptilian ability to heal from most wounds with relative ease and can regrow entire lost limbs given time.

But that's all stuff you've either already read about, or can gather on your own. Benedict can flip cars fairly easily and tanks most hits. But Benedict has one more ability up his sleeve that, along with his appearance, gave him his name.

Benedict breathes fire.

This fire burns magnesium, causing the fires look like torrents of concentrated sparkles. This results in the fire burning in a brilliant bright color with sparks flying off of it. This magnesium burns at around 5,600 degrees Fahrenheit. Benedict seems to be only capable of breathing fire by taking a deep, open mouthed to inhale. Ben usually emits fires within relatively short period (in a period of one or two seconds) and the flames travel extremely fast and straight and has a surprising amount of impact behind it. Benedict is not capable of sustaining this fire for a long period of time due to the potential injury that can come with it.

Skills/ Talents:
Benedict's talents include scathing insults; making you feel bad about yourself, your existence, and everything you have done or ever will do without a hint of remorse; killing things without a second though; surprising accuracy for someone wielding a glorified nail gun; and experienced ability at design and smithing. Benedict's young life was very labor intensive and his only legit business ever was making shanks and knives out of scrap metal and selling them to kids on the school yard. His father, who was a mechanic that worked in construction, taught him well when he wasn't beating his mother. Ben built 'The Tax Return' himself. Most people don't really have ability or experience around a workshop and therefore have no CLUE how to take make a weapon. Yeah, they know how to use it and clean it and build it when given parts. But they don't know how to hammer metal, or how to weld nails. They don't know how to create a weapon. They know how to follow instructions. Benedict's experience with design has also gifted him the ability of being a talented demolitionist. This experience with building weaknesses stems from being at the construction yard so much in his young life witnessing buildings get built that it's given him the ability to recognize the best way to 'unbuild' a building too.

On the other hand, Benedict has been getting more in touch with his feminine side! Benedict is a master seamster and a pretty good cook! This is because Ben mostly lives alone and due to his size- often cant steal clothes. Ben's had to learn how to make his own shit pretty well, and it only took a few police uniforms to figure out how to sew padding and armor into clothing.

For a man so big, it's also pretty easy to lose him. He tends to get away from Damselfly pretty easily and has actually yet to be apprehended by real law enforcement. This is in part due to his size, and because while Damselfly is capable of 'subduing' him, she's not very good at keeping him that way.

Equipment:
Benedict is massive and covered in both natural armor and body armor. This, in short, makes him the most suited to play the role of 'heavy weapons guy'. With his size weapons like assault rifles and other variations of a gun that's a similar size are comedically small on him. The answer? A really big weapon. When Ben's not royally ruining some fucker's day with his jaws or claws, he's really kicking some poor guy's shit in with his own weapon that he lovingly calls 'The Tax Return'. The Tax Return is a three foot long custom crafted piece of steel that looks like an obscenely large machine gun, but instead of firing bullets like any normal person, Benedict decided to take it a whole step further. No, bullets were too small and weak for this fuckaroo. When he designed and built this weapon, be built it to fire fucking railroad spikes. I'm talking seven to eight inch pieces of steel that weigh damn close to a pound a piece moving about six-hundred miles an hour. And he carries damn close to seven hundred of them, plus 'The Tax Return', which weighs in at about two hundred pounds. Gather round, mongrels and maggots. The shit show will begin shortly. Keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle or risk being a larger target.

Benedict doesnt carry any side arms. If anyone doesn't get brutally dismembered or pinned to walls by nails thicker than King Kong's finger's he'll tear them in half with his bare hands.

Bend over and pucker up, buttercup.

Weaknesses:
Benedict is basically a dragon without flight. He's big, breathes fire, is tough as shit, and carries a big ass gun. He's no god on the battlefield but he could still probably fuck anyone up right. Sounds pretty good on paper, yes?

Well, the issue is, Ben has a hopeless crush on Damselfly. Like, this guy is living in Chicago over Florida because of this one stupid girl. He knows she'd never give him a shot (because he's a lizard and he's a villain), but at the end of the day the only reason he took things from small level crime to being a super villain is because he wanted her attention. He will constantly beg to fight her. And when he gets that chance (and he will find a way, trust me), he undoubtably fails. On purpose. Because he likes this girl and he's willing to do that.

It's pretty fucked isn't it? For a hard ass like himself, you'd think he wouldn't put his reputation on the line over a love-crush.

But he does.

As stated above, Benedict's most deadly ability is usually only used in very short periods of time per use or he will royally fuck up his mouth. Benedict also has a relatively limited range before this fire isn't that damaging. Maybe, thirty or so feet? By that point it's petering out and not moving too fast. Yeah it'll still burn you, but if you're hit by the fire at that range you kinda deserve it. Another thing? It burns magnesium, which is something Benedict doesn't naturally produce in large quantities. This leads to him eating (despite seemingly being a carnivore) a lot of nuts and beans and bananas. Benedict also has a bad habit of chewing on FLARES. While this really adds to his ability to breath fire it also tends to lead to Damselfly popping them in his face. Which blinds him real good.

Honestly, best way to fight Benedict is speed. Just hit him a bunch of times in say... the joints, and dart away before he can pulverize you. Or to use energy weapons of some kind because other than his general size and resilience he doesn't have too much going for him that can effectively combat that at a good range. Benedict's healing ability is also lacking in that, while he can come back from nearly any wound given time, it's only about three or four times faster than a regular person's, and can be very painful at times. Especially with broken bones. So he's not going to be throwing himself around for no reason.

Psyche:
Benedict is blunt, stubborn, and rude. This is... usually a bad thing. But to some this aspect can be endearing in that he will always tell it as it is. He knows human nature well, and due to his history he often thinks the worst of people. Benedict is a pessimist and a realist. And he will tell you that you are going to die. He will also tell you that he will do everything in his power to keep you from being killed. Despite his relatively angry and distrustful personality Benedict is still a relatively social creature. He forms a quick 'team' bond with people who work well with him. Even if he doesn't necessarily like them (or if they dont really like him). He will play favorites. If he knows someone is better than you at something he will give you zero chance to improve because he will always play to them.

Much like the dragon Benedict is nicknamed after, his is protective and possessive... of his stuff. If you want to be brutally maimed or worse, take one of his fries or 'borrow' a few dollars from him without his permission. Benedict also has an really bad temper and an INFAMOUSLY foul mouth. This guy is the shakespeare of curse words and he has literally come up with more insulting or slang terms than anyone has ever thought possible. It's like the damn guy has researched this shit. Like, have you ever met a person who has called a prostitute a 'Slattern'? Well, now you have!

He also takes an unusually large amount of pleasure out of seeing other people get hurt by doing stupid things. He's no psychopath, he's not going to torture anyone just cause. He will be efficient and... messy though. That's his style. Leave no survivors and a mess for someone else to clean up.

No, Benedict doesn't care about being liked. No, he doesnt need a hug. No, he doesnt secretly crave attention. He's not a people person. He's very much okay with being left along. He's a man of few words. And finally, while he might be good at working as a team player, he still hates being in close proximity with anyone for more than a day or so in one sitting (with the exception of Damselfly). He was born a lone wolf in that respect. And all things considered, he personally thinks he will die a lone wolf too.

History:
"In short, I was born a lower class mutt, grew up as some grubby kid on the streets pick pocketing money and getting beat up in parking lots and by my deadbeat father. Then I went on to be a full on criminal, ya know, pushing grandmas in front of incoming trucks and stealing candy from babies. Then I was caught and was experimented on by some eggheaded shitstains in Chicago who were attempting to perfect some super-juice for their equally degenerate war-fucks so they'd kill shit better. This resulted in what you see now, and no super-soldiers. I'm basically captain America except I don't help people. Fuck the populace and the greater good. That shit sucks. I'm here to get paid.

What's this about my record with Damselfly? I'm not here to be fucking questioned. Go stick your dick in a pencil sharpener, asshole."

Name: The Scarlet Mistress

Identity: Morrigan Tai'nalli

City of Operation: New Orleans, Louisiana

Appearance:

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Superpowers: Morrigan is a Dark Arts magic user. Thus she uses the dark magics that come from her spell book. She can produce a number of things by focusing on her spell book and speaking the phrase needed, such as producing weapons for herself and others, casting elemental attacks, even raising the dead to do her bidding. She particularly likes her curses, which can hinder her enemies, weaken her environment, and even boost her or her allies.

Skills/ Talents: Morrigan is an expert as magic and the Dark Arts and practices her craft. Although not a hands on fighter, she is charismatic to a fault and beautiful to boot. She uses her words to sway those who would oppose her, without using her magic. She has otherworldly knowledge, due to the fact she isn't from this time, so whenever something strange happens, you can bet she'd know how and why it did.

Equipment: Morrigan doesn't go anywhere without her spellbook as it is the epitome of her power. She also has her "lair" in New Orleans where she practices her dark arts, complete with ritual circles, skulls, and components.

Weaknesses: Morrigan is powerless without her spellbook. If not within her grasp, she is unable to cast spells, control already casted spells, and is essentially just an average human being. She is also not a hands on fighter, preferring to have others do her fighting for her or casting spells to keep enemies at bay. If she were in a physical fight, try as she might, she would be pretty useless.

Psyche: Morrigan hates it here. She is homesick for her own time and makes sure everyone knows it. She is not without cause though, and plans to make this new time and planet her own. She is manipulative and cruel, not afraid to step on anyone to get what she wants. She is crazy about her spellbook, no one is allowed to touch it or use it but her, and anyone who has tried is not around anymore.

History: Morrigan is a feared being in her own time. Almost the Queen of her realm, she led a rebellion to overthrow the Dark Masters before a crazed spell transported her to Earth present day. Unable to get back, Morrigan has set up in her new surroundings.

Morrigan started out small, forcing humans to do what she wanted, summoning disasters whenever she got bored. She set up her base in New Orleans where she practiced her craft in hopes to find a way back to her own time. This is where she crossed paths with Sonja the Stupendous, a name Morrigan hates with a passion.

The Jewel of Thaikra, a dug up fossil in Greece was a key component in Morrigan's spell to get back home, it was pretty much her last chance to be able to. The jewel itself was to be showcased in a museum in Las Vegas and Morrigan hit it with her army of undead. She clashed with security and police, but squandered their attempts and made them fight each other rather than her. The jewel was nearly in her grasp when Sonja showed herself. Morrigan pitied the attempts of the young girl who looked ridiculous in her get-up, but she proved a fierce opponent to Morrigan's own magic. A regular light vs. dark battle emerged. Without her realizing it, Sonja produced the jewel from her sleeve and crushed it, leaving Morrigan's plan useless. In a fit of anger, Morrigan lashed out a Sonja, but was quickly blown away.

Morrigan then vowed vengeance against Sonja and anyone else who dared oppose her. She hates good and would rather see the world plunged in eternal darkness.

Name: Cheetah
Identity: Cassie Blackthorn (secret)
City of Operation: Dallas-Fort Worth, Texas
Appearance:


Tall for a woman (around 5’9”) Cassie is built along long, lean lines; she has the slim build of an athlete with slight beasts and little in the way of hips. She has shoulder-length sandy near-blonde hair and green eyes. Not pretty, she has a fine boned face a little too strong to be called delicate. Anyone seeing her semi-naked (very unlikely) will see the faintest trace of old pale scars on her ribs, shoulderblades and forearms. When out villaining she wears black, trousers and T-shirt that look like a close-fitting version of army fatiques with a leather jacket – these have a lining the equivalent of light Kevlar armour and a leather cap like an old-fashioned biker’s or chauffer’s cap. At other times she wears casual (if good quality) clothing, usually with a pair of dark glasses. She always wears a pair of top quality sneakers; the brand doesn’t matter, so long as they’re the best currently available.

Age: She’s not sure: maybe 26, 27?

Gender: Female

Superpowers:
Super speed – Cassie is impossibly fast. Her usual running speed is slower than Redline’s (probably around 450 miles per hour), but if pushed she can run faster in short bursts (probably somewhere approaching Mach 1 – 717 miles per hour). This is exhausting though, and she can only do it if a very short time (less than a minute, probably about 30-40 seconds max). She can do anything more quickly than normal people, as though her body is always moving at a slightly faster rate than most peoples.
Claws – Cheetah has retractable claws under her fingernails - tests have revealed them to be steel-covered bone. If one is ever damaged it will grow back like a normal nail. While not capable of piercing metal armour, they can rip open lighter materials up to the softer bulletproof vests worn by police and she can claw her way through a wooden door, given time. They’re also an aid to climbing as she can dig them into mortar and scramble up walls (this has helped her escape more than once). Good for opening tin cans, too.
Healing – perhaps tied in with her accelerated body clock, Cheetah seems to recover quickly from any injuries – mild scratches and bruises heal within 48 hours, while more serious wounds seem to take about 2/3 of the healing time they would normally require.

Skills/Talents:
She’s very good with a gun, approaching sharpshooter status.
She can hotwire most vehicles and is a good driver.

Equipment: Not much. She doesn’t usually carry much, preferring to steal whatever she needs. She carries a handgun and spare ammo as a back-up weapon, although she prefers to take guns from the bodies of those she kills when necessary and discards them when they’re no longer needed.

Weakness:
All that speed comes at the cost of strength – Cassie seems to have a lighter body mass and bone density than most. That’s not to say she’ll break a bone if she trips over, no, but if she’s hit with more than average strength, it’s going to hurt. A super with above normal human strength could probably break something quite easily.

Use of her ability is exhausting – to stay in peak condition she needs to eat a lot of protein-rich food to supply the energy she needs. If she tries to use her top speed for too long she’ll eventually collapse and have to rest.

Bestial fury – if the right buttons are pushed, she will explode into animalistic rage and last out at all those around her.

She has a genuine fear of being confined. Lock her in a small room or try to physically restrain her at all, and you’ve just pressed her berserk button.

The speed at which she moves suggests that her body metabolism is burning more quickly than most, which means her life span is probably considerably less than most peoples.

Pysche: Cassie is something of a loner – while she can work with other people if she has to, she has no interest in making friends and values her personal space. Hard and practical, she is reasonably observant and quiet, though she expects to be listened to when she does speak. Cassie has a cynical outlook and says things how she sees them, regardless of how that may upset people – she doesn’t bother with lies, and people who lie to her earn nothing but her contempt. She has a very dry, dark sense of humour, seldom noticed by others, though she does laugh – usually at someone else’s misfortune. She’s more likely to warm to people who share her humour than others.

History: Most of Cassie’s past is a mystery to her – even her name isn’t the one she was born with, but the one she was given at her ‘rebirth’ (people that investigate will find that Cassie Blackthorn doesn’t actually exist – there’s no record of her on any official records anywhere). She thinks she was probably in the military, possibly in some sort of covert, more shady branch (legit? She doesn’t know that either; she might have been a people trafficker for all she knows) – at any rate, someone trained her to use a gun. She has a dim memory of a gun fight, of bullets hitting her, tearing through her flesh and collapsing, blood in her mouth. Her first clear memory after that is of waking up in some sort of hospital lab.

For weeks she was nursed back to health, injected with god alone knows what, made to perform various tests and being closely monitored. It didn’t take her long to realise that she was being used as some sort of Guinea pig; she’d always been fit and athletic, but now she as moving at an impossibly fast speed. Then there were the claws – they appalled her and gave her the determination to escape.

When one of the younger doctors arrived to give her the evening meal, she popped her claws and slit his throat. The guards were too slow to stop her as she dived through the window in a shower of glass, and were too slow as she seized a nice long shard in one hand and used that as a complement to her claws. Two dead guards later, Cassie had a gun and a quick dash to freedom pausing only to gun down the scientist doctors; a couple of flammable liquids set the place on fire quite nicely, and all records of her and what was done to her were turned to ashes.
Back on the streets, she discovered her unremembered abilities (to say nothing of her new abilities) were an effective way to get money, either freelance or as the employee of a rich criminal.

She met Redline when she was working as the chauffeur and bodyguard of a very corrupt, very rich businessman who liked the idea of a young woman protecting him. The plan was to arrest him, but in the chaos and confusion shots were fired and he was killed. Cassie killed the police who tried to restrain her, but then found herself being chased by a hero who was actually gaining on her. With a spurt of extra speed she managed to get away, and promised she’d find that hero again. Since then she’s turned up at various publicity events, or staged a few outrageous crimes just to draw his attention and make him look bad. She’s promised herself that one day she’ll see him dead.

She never calls him Mister Redline, just Redline.

Name: Abyss(his personal preference), Shade, Prince of Darkness(someone called him it which made him laugh and he never forgot it), Umbra.

Identity: Lester Crane.

City of Operation: Miami, Florida.

Appearance:
He stands around 5'11" with a fairly average build looking like a rather unremarkable person except maybe his always friendly aura. His eyes are a hazel and his hair is light brown. He often wears hoods or hats which partially obscure his face and he likes his blue jeans but other than that hoodies or long sleeves are his preference, quality barely matters.

Age: 29.

Gender: Male.

Superpowers:
Darkness Manipulation: Lester is capable of controlling and manifesting darkness around him either specifically or in a general area allowing him to obscure his opponents view and magnify the rest of his facets of his power becoming more dangerous the darker it gets. His attunement with darkness allows him to phase in and out of darkness/shadows with impressive speed allow for more angles of attack as well as defense, not to mention making a grandiose entrance, and though he can bring more than one person/object with him it tends to take significantly more effort as the load increases and it is possible to lose part of said load in between which could end quite badly for anyone who doesn't hold on or gets stuck for too long, the abyss isn't a friendly place at the best of times. Not to mention his ability to shape and create solid constructs, at a more easily maintained level its like steel any higher starts to strain him, out of the darkness around him whether it be weapons(much easier to maintain and control), clones/creatures(rarely puts them to steel limit preferring numbers over toughness normally), structures(his comfort level for size is set around fire truck size though don't expect it all to be steel tough) or appendages(depends on who he is trying to hit or hold down) but whatever he does make it tends to be practical and subtle though he has been known to go over the top occasionally if the mood strikes him.

Skills/ Talents: Lester is a rather talented thief from picking locks and pockets to knowing a physical security system inside out as well as how to circumvent almost all of it or just get out of trouble if necessary. He has excellent spatial awareness often able to figure out how big a space is by estimation allowing him to comfortably fight in confined spaces if he has to. If there is one thing he has learned is that you can't do everything alone and so he has gotten good at accurately bribing or otherwise convincing, by any means, people to do what he can't and if they don't he doesn't forget faces easily. Recon is a love of his because knowing what he is up for or getting into is paramount plus between his powers and eyes he rarely misses a detail. As for combat skills he can mix his style of dirty street fighting with his powers making it a rather chaotic event trying to single him out or land a hit on him while keeping safe and its always good to remember that he is never alone in the dark.

Equipment: He often has lock picking gear on him but other than that it varies, though he rarely brings lethal weapons because its just not as fun or profitable if they die usually.

Weaknesses: He is only a bit more durable than your average person behind all of his defenses and posturing so he relies on letting his powers do the work or take the hits respectively. Intense light can severely inhibit his ability to create darkness or make it entirely impossible do not to mention it hurts his eyes and will likely give him a headache later, he does not enjoy them. Lester can fall to overconfidence as well as over planning for occasions being the villain that would monologue to a hero's face but only if he saw them as worth it or a challenge. His enjoyment of other people's pain and suffering, as well as his thieving sensibilities, often prevent him from killing targets or bystanders outright because there is no fun in deaths usually. Contrary to his expertise he often goes by a certain amount of instinct or just plain winging it and this mixed with his overconfidence has led to getting shutdown several times but he hasn't minded. The last but not least, certainly most annoying, issue is boredom because when he gets bored he starts stealing or terrorizing people or both if applicable though finding someone else for him to harass is probably for the better.

Psyche: Lester is part psychopath, part sadist, and part kleptomaniac all rolled into one while simultaneously managing to be friendly and casual with everyone and anyone most of the time. While he does enjoy terrorizing people or stealing from time you will rarely see him actually harming them unless they decide to step up and challenge him because there is no fun without that willingness to fight back. In this he refuses to leave Night Terror alone because unlike most others who have stood up to him the man actually succeeded in stopping him on multiple occasions which he admires and tries to have his brand of fun with him which has yet to majorly pan out. It has become more apparent to him over time that caution is needed to deal with the fact he is still quite vulnerable but his natural self confidence has been known to override this more than a few times leading to his eventual defeat. Unlike his counterpart however there is rarely a method to his madness often just causing mayhem because he can and drawing attention to just how easy it is for him to do it. Lester loves to announce his presence when he goes out to cause trouble and can be incredibly bold to the point of fault, he doesn't have balls of steel its more like titanium alloy, but at the same time he manages an amazing duality by being incredibly subtle and cautious at other times which has surprised and caused embarrassment on the side of law enforcement, like the time he took to stealthily shove tennis balls into all but one responding cruiser's tailpipe while they were searching for him before driving off in the lead car giving them the finger as he went. He has an amazing propensity for making the unprepared look incredibly stupid because there is nothing more he enjoys than screwing with people and his powers facilitate the process, like showing up during the Miami mayor's public speech thanking Night Terror only to give the hero and mayor a handshake which caused the latter piss himself in front of hundreds which caused Lester to laugh hysterically as he bolted from the scene. There has only been one serious case of him being incredibly angry when he was criticized as being nothing more than an utter mad man with an horrible sense of humor who was hardly a threat comparing him to another local villain which ended in the offender being hung by his own intestines in front of town hall while Lester broadcasted himself causing the other villain to suffocate from an overdose of laughing gas ending with him standing with a straight face and saying "Well looks like he thought it was funny, laughed himself to death in fact. Anyone else interested in being a critic?"

History: Lester despite his strange and chaotic personality as well as all of his psychosis grew up in a good home with a loving family, not to mention his power which manifested quite early in his life. The problem being that he could never relate to them wondering why seeing suffering or pain perked him up or stealing something precious felt so fun to him. Let alone his violent and occasionally destructive tendencies which often happened when he became upset by someone asking what was wrong with him as if he should be proud of himself for choosing to do it. It was this feeling that he didn't need to care or hear from someone how to be himself that led him to lead a life of crime and mayhem where he felt at home. His villainous career has led him through multiple states being an extremely successful thief and just doing bad by the people of any town or city he passed to varying degrees, not to mention being the straw that broke the camels back for a few heroes who just couldn't deal with his attentions anymore.

Lester made his way to Miami when he got contacted by a drug ring to help cause problems for the competition which he thought sounded like a good way to occupy his time and just enjoy his craft. His interference caused more violent conflicts between the drug lords which in turn Night Terror began to dismantle leaving less and less for Lester which made him kind of annoyed that someone was doing his job. He eventually called out the person in question publicly out of boredom, throwing a few cars around didn't hurt either, which quickly brought out his soon to be rival Night Terror in a battle which the hero one by playing to the overconfidence of the darkness manipulator as well as giving the first taste of his paralyzing gas. After being subdued and thrown into a wagon he quickly slipped out finding a nice high building to look at the city at night realizing how much fun it had been to deal with someone who could actually take him on. Since this time they have clashed on more than a few occasions mostly in the hero's favor but not always and even then it left the question of why Lester never just finished him off like most villains or criminals but the reason was simple in that he felt kind of complete having someone to match his madness with method and it is why he seems to show up where Night Terror does often in an amusing or sometimes intrusive manner being one of the few who can find him on the job or just get his undivided attention.

Name: Cythlla Hengsha

Identity: Lady Cthulhu

City of Operation: Pheonix Arizona

Appearance: Normally seen wearing a kimono often colored green. Beneath the kimono she has what looks like a large Cthulhu tattoo on her entire back.

Age: 34

Gender: Female

Superpowers: Cythlla has the ability to summon the tentacles of Cthulhu, along with much of it’s powers. She can make them do what she wishes, however using these over the years has come at the cost of her sanity.
Cythlla not only has the power to summon and use the tentacles of Cthulhu but also the ability to spread a mist of sorts that will make anyone who inhales it go insane.
Cythlla may also grow wings and fly, yet this will make her go into a very crazed state where she will attack whatever is in front of her.

Skills/ Talents: Cythlla can speak English, Japanese, and Mandarin. She is also very talented when it comes to running a criminal empire. She would have spread it beyond Pheonix by now if it weren’t for six guns.

Equipment: Cythlla has a knife attached to her inner thigh, she also keeps a pistol inside of her kimono for when needed, though she rarely uses it herself as her victims often shoot themselves when they come in contact with her mist.

Weaknesses: Despite Cythlla being in contract with a half man half octopus, Cythlla can’t actually swim. She is also insane and tends to make stupid mistakes when she goes into her insane state of mind.

Psyche: Cythlla views the world as something for her to conquer and control. At least through the use of drugs. She worships Cthulhu even and offers up sacrifices to him regularly.

History: Cythlla was born to an American mother, and a Japanese father. She was raised in Japan for about 10 years before moving to America to be with her mother. She had learned many of the cultures of her father, and on the outside she lived a rather normal life. Except for the part where her parents were both cultist that worshipped Cthulhu. She was even named after the supposed daughter of Cthulhu.
At around the age of 14 she was given a large tattoo of Cthulhu onto her back. At point she became able to wield the powers of Cthulhu himself. Although this is very taxing on her sanity. At around the age of 20 she started to build a criminal empire within Pheonix. She almost took over the city if it weren’t for Sixgun.