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

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

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

Hero/Villain name:
Scarlet

Affiliation:
Member of the Wards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Residence:
Lives in the PRT building

Parental status:
Both alive

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

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


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

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

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

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

Power safeguards:
N/A

PRT ranking:
Mover: 3
Brute: 6

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

His real name is unknown to the public.

Gender:

Male.

Appearance:

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

Cape Alias:

Nightfall.

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

Affiliation:

Villain/Criminal.

Biography:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Personality:

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

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

Residence:

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

Parental status:

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

Costume:

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

Power:

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

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

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

Power range:

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

Power safeguards:

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

PRT ranking:

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

Weapons:

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

Appearance:

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

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

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

Appearance:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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