Vesta dodged under the knife of her attacker. Attacker was a generous way to put it, he hadn't landed a hit on her yet. She dodged left of one swipe and right of another, unhooking her lasso and unfurling it in one flick of her wrist. She jumped back as the attacker sent a jab towards her before swinging her arm back and sending the lasso forward in one fell swoop. The lasso affixed itself around the thugs wrist, and with one tug he was sent tumbling into the wall.

Vesta flew through the air with the grace of an eagle. Swooping between buildings and under cranes as if she were born of bird herself. She looked down to the terrified criminal she held in her sturdy grip. Her mind drifted back to hearing what various other superheroes had said on the news. They usually said something dramatic and heroic to the criminal in a time like this and Vesta would be damned if she couldn't think of something cool and inspirational to say.
"Young Lady that is no way to act" She said, an obvious lack of inspiration or any semblance of cool. She saw the assailant turn their head to her with a puzzled look growing on their face.
"Young Lady?" They spoke "I'm a man!" He screamed, visibly distressed and insecure about his appearance. Vesta furrowed her brow in confusion before the confusion turned to embarrassment and her cheeks grew red.
"But you have long hair?" She said, visibly confused. The thug, equally confused asked
"So?" In a seemingly calm voice for the current situation. Vesta didn't answer, she just looked forward and left the man to stew in his own anxiety. This was the second time this week that she'd mistaken a man for a woman, and it was only Wednesday. She made haste to reach the police station and drop off the criminal before things got even more awkward.

Vesta returned to her small apartment late that night. She was surprised to find a letter left on her bed. She opened the letter with intrigue and was confused to find a meeting place written on the paper. She debated going, but ultimately decided there was little point in not going and made a mental note of the date of said meeting.

It was a normal enough day as Archer walked home from school. Huh, school. Not too long ago, his grades would have been the most important thing in his world. Not anymore, though, not by a long shot. His world completely changed on the day he got his powers. Now things like school felt completely pointless, but even so he had to keep up appearances, so he continued going. His grades took a hit, though, his new-found night life offered very little in the way of free time that, previously, would have been used for homework and the like. Still, he at least managed to maintain a passing grade so he wouldn't flunk.

As he walked, he heard sounds coming from an upcoming alleyway. It sounded like shouting of some sort. Archer ran ahead, stopping to press himself against the building corner. He peeked around and saw a man standing behind another man, appearing to gesture at him while the other had his hands up. A mugging if Archer ever saw one. In Gotham City such a thing was sadly very common. But not today, that mugger picked the wrong alley on the wrong day to commit this crime. Archer ducked into a crawlspace behind a dumpster. There, he removed the top layer of his clothes, revealing a black suit underneath. He'd taken to wearing it under his normal clothes whenever he could, so changing personas was quick and easy affair most of the time. He retrieved his belt and mask from his backpack, put them on, then made his presence known. Well, not after throwing a baseball made of ice at the mugger's hand, knocking the pistol from his grip.

"Wrong alley, wrong day, pal." said Archer as he leaped from his hiding spot and landed an ice-covered punch across the mugger's jaw. At that point it became as easy as trapping the man's hands and feet against the pavement with ice while his intended victim ran away shouting a thanks to Zero, the costumed meta that just saved him, "Guess I'm done here. Why don't you just chill out here a while until the cops show up?" he said before walking away. Oh yeah, he knew his little pun was a terrible one, but hey, at least it was one of the bad guys that had to suffer through it this time.

Secret ID: Hector Delacruz

Alias: El Sasquatcho

Age: 19

Home Location: Gotham

Powers: Heightened Strength, Heightened Durability, Probability Manipulation



Weaknesses: Honorbound - Luchador code demands certain actions and limitations from him, described below.

Equipment: Naught but his rippling biceps and spandexed thighs of justice.

Appearance: El Sasquatcho is a masked Luchador. He is tall, broad, and overly possessed of very masculine body hair, hence his superhero identity. Now prior to his affiliation with the Titans, he is garbed in big black boots, rough carpenter’s jeans, and a closefitting t-shirt (usually black, sometimes a band shirt). Cooler days see him in a leather composite leather jacket. When heroing, he wears his one quality possession: A custom Lucha mask, brown and black, with intricate styling that makes it resemble a dark colored sugar skull. The mask does not impede his ability to breathe nor perceive the world around him, and is like a second skin.



Personality: Hector is a well-meaning, decent kid, whose unfortunate downfall is his arrogance. Raw physical strength (superior to an unmodified human) coupled with his uncanny luck (subconscious probability manipulation) have made him somewhat reckless and overconfident. Hopefully his new mentor can beat some common sense and humility into him.

The relationship Hector has with his persona as is a little complicated. He thinks of himself more as El Sasquatcho than Hector Delacruz, considering his legal name and legal life the half that he only pretends to be when necessary. He respects his family name, giving honor to his ancestors, but does not speak of them much. He is El Sasquatcho, Blood of El Santo, which he will discuss with any who will listen at great length.

Password: Gnarkk

BRIEF Bio: Originally part of a touring Lucha Libre troupe, El Sasquatcho grew up steeped in the culture and traveling lifestyle. This life ended years ago during a tour in Gotham, when an unaffiliated masked Luchador interrupted the performance, he and his group killing many. A young teenager at the time, the shock of the events caused his abilities to express, narrowly allowing his survival. As his entire family was dead or missing, Hector was placed into Gotham City foster care services.

He was a B student in the Gotham public school system, but was unable to finalize his Luchador training proper. What he had learned so far, however, brought him a long way with the wrestling and gymnastics teams, where he quickly became the star performer for both groups. He even had a dalliance as one of the Gotham High Mascots for home games. Go Wildcats.

While trying to keep his skills sharp and his grades up, he never lost his original goal. Hector remains watchful for an opportunity to avenge the deaths of his family and fellow Luchadores. As soon as he became a legal adult, he adopted his persona and became a vigilante, hoping one day to run into the masked stranger that destroyed his world. He has a challenge to issue.

This city was one of the darkest Bolin had ever seen. He wondered, sometimes, what brought the filth and scum of the villain underworld here. Why was this place a shining beacon to those who wanted to see the world burn? Maybe it was the same idea behind New York City; if a villain could make it here, they could make it anywhere .

Bolin was usually busy making sure they never made it.

Tonight was no different. He had chosen to patrol the east side of the city, near the docks. Shit was always going down here. Just the other week he busted up a group of traffickers here, and drug smugglers the week before that. But tonight, however, seemed pretty quiet. Knock on wood.

But tonight was a bit different than his typical badguy round-up. Soon the days of rookie play would be over for Bolin; petty drug smugglers and thieves would fear the name of a new team, and they wouldn't dare continue their business so blatantly. Or at least, that's what Bolin thought.

He'd gotten the message about a week ago, and after much arguing with Shishi, managed to convince the spirit that finding the Hand wasn't as big of a priority as saving the world. Tonight was the night that Bolin would meet his new team, and right now, he was just killing time. He was a little antsy, to be honest.

After strolling the docks for a good hour, it was time to head out to the spot. Bolin took to the skyline and made his way across the city. He could barely hold himself down. But, despite his anticipation, he still managed to show up late. Bolin internally cursed at himself as he found a loose window in the old, rundown warehouse that was their rendezvous point. Very Gotham. He slipped inside and slithered into the shadows, his brightly colored costume neutralized by the darkness. Down on the ground, he could see a gathering of young, equally bright colored figured. Those must have been his new teammates.

But something was off.

There were two, also costumed, large men standing opposite of the team. The one he knew was Robin was talking out to them, but the team behind him looked petrified. What was going on here? Then, faster than Bolin could register what had happened, one of the men drew a gun and shot the Boy Wonder. Robin was down. The team moved in, but the gunman was quick. The other one could multiply himself, and was easily taking charge of the situation. Bolin didn't even think. He launched from the catwalk, roaring as he dropped down on top of one of the multiples.

Bolin, wait!

A deep voice rumbled inside of his head. Shishi's warning came too late, though. Bolin had, yet again, rushed headlong into a battle he couldn't win. Over the last few years, Bolin had gotten good at his martial arts, but not that good. He still relied heavily on Shishi's transformations to get him through a fight. And, after being quickly subdued by several multiples of the same guy, it came to that.

Shishi's roar shook the whole warehouse as his body lit up, taking on a very large and monstrous form. The spirit snarled again as he tore into the battle, relentless. The odds were looking better, like they might win, but Bolin had forgotten a very important detail in this fight: one of these badguys had a gun.

Bolin wasn't used to guns being used. The Clan was too dramatic and traditional to lower themselves to that standard. And the petty crooks of Gotham usually pissed themselves the moment he shifted. But the man with the black and gold mask did no such thing. When Bolin shifted, all he saw was a larger target.

Two shots fired and two shots struck. The beast fell to the floor limply, a wound in his side and one in his neck. He didn't get a chance to get up again. Everything after that was kind of dark and fuzzy.

Bolin learned later, when he awoke in the hospital, that Robin had been murdered. He had lived only because the massive muscles in Shishi's neck had protected his throat. After the scene had been discovered, some time after Bolin had re-taken a human form, he had been rushed to the nearest ER. Ten hours and one emergency surgery later and he was stable. Beaten, sore, and shaken all to hell, but stable. So much for new beginnings.

Her and Bug had come along way since they day they were first introduced, that day was pivotal in ways she barely understood at the time. She was 13, out of school and trying to help pay off a debt of a father she never met. Pick pocketing worked for a while, till mother's "gentlemen friends" went too many weeks without a visit to her bedroom. Payments went up, the bruises came back. The items stolen and fenced got more expensive; phones, laptops, computers, but it was never quite enough, according to the collectors.

"13 years old, wow, how time flies", the big one would say on the way out as they grabbed the hats and coats they'd slung over the sofa earlier,"I remember when you were only a wee nipper, look how much you've grown."

The other, cigarette in mouth, swinging his coat over his thin shoulders,"She's a smart little monkey too, Gov"

"Really now? Maybe she can come work with us, we could always do with a helping hand in the office", they'd both laugh in such away you knew they didn't mean it so much as a dirty joke as they did just dirty. "Maybe when she's a bit bigger."

"Yeah, and maybe she can finish what her daddy started too, you know he was this close to crackin-"
"Thats enough Freddy, were done here."

As Freddy unlocked the door, the big guy, who's name she knew would slip a silver coin out of his coat pocket and deposit into Caitlyn's palm.

"For my favourite God-daughter, buy yourself something sweet."

The same charade every month, little did they know it was the last. Tonight she wasn't staying for the awkward silent late supper before bed. She was meeting him, the Man of Promises. Shortly after the men left, Caitlyn changed back out of pajamas and left into the darkness. Their meeting place was a dark alleyway approximately half way between Caitlyn's home and the office Fred and the Boss man returned too every month after visiting, the heavy cloud cover obscured the moon but the streets were no darker thanks to the powerful neon lampposts. Drunkards already littered the street and their harmless, but watchful gaze made Caitlyn's heart pound harder. The video rental, the second hand store, the charity store, the coffee shop. The alley opened before her, its gaping chasm threatening to swallow her whole. A man in sunglasses was waiting in a door way deeper down. Him. Caitlyn walked down and followed him into the room he was propping open. Caitlyn took a seat at the table that had been dragged into the closet from cafe side.

An ornate wooden box lay on the table, unlocked. The lid seemed still, but periodically Caitlyn could have sworn it lifted up, if only by millimeters. The box demanded her attention, in it was a promise, so she was told. An opportunity to escape the life she had, to be slave to no one and take control of her own destiny.

"Are you sure this is what you want Miss Gump?"
"I want it to stop"
"And you're willing to do what is necessary?"
"Yes"
"And you're willing to pay the price?"
"Yes"
"So be it, lift the lid of the box"

Caitlyn placed her hands on either side of the lid. What on earth could be in this box? She wasted no time, but immediately regretted it. The contents wriggled and Caitlyn slammed the lid back down.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE?"
"Freedom, Miss Gump"

Caitlyn lifted the lid a little slower this time, fingers as far from any of the alien creatures as she could. Thorny, writhing unearthly creatures litter the box, there might have been seven or eight of them all unique in their horrid design.

"What am I supposed to do with these?"
"Please pick one, today is the day you escape the chains of society"
"I came here for a gun, you said you were going to give me a weapon to fight my oppressors with"
He scoffed, "I am giving you something better than a gun," he paused, "Liberation. Pick one."

None of them were particularly inviting, but maybe that was the point. He was wasting her time. She got up to leave but a firm hand pushed her back into her seat.

"Do not make the mistake others have made, Miss Gump, you leave this room and you walk back into your old life, back into the sadness and the misery and the hopelessness, this is your chance to escape. I can assure you that you will not regret this, pick one."

Caitlyn looked back into the box of horrors.

"That one."
"A fine choice, the first of many."

He lifted the 7 inch monstrosity out of the box, with no more care than if it were a hamster. Holding it by the giant thorn he rolled it in air and stroked it along the belly side. It relaxed and opened up exposing its lemon yellow, fleshy insides.

"Your hand, Miss Gump."

She didn't respond but her expression said everything. Nope. Nope. Nope. The Man of Promises took her hand from the table. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. He pulled her hand slowly into position, Caitlyn transfixed on the creature, which seem to wriggle more excitedly as her middle finger got closer. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. She looked up to the man, her face filled with horror, her eyes begged for it to end. She could feel the warmth radiating from the creatures insides on her finger. Every moment waiting for it to clamp around it was agony, the torture never ending. NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! She squeezed her eyes tight and braced for the pain of her skin being devoured by the hungry evil creature, but it never came.

The man relaxed his grip on her wrist, and smiled.

"Welcome to the first day of your new life."

Password: Gnarkk

Secret ID: Chester Prince
Alias: Rat Boy
Age: 15
Home Location: He's originally from Central City, but moved to Gotham
Powers:

Rat like physiology: his meta gene gave him a rat-like appearance including some of their skills, and other unnatural abilities.

Enhanced agility: he is much more agile than a normal human.

Enhanced Senses: He has whiskers that have better sense of touch than the human fingertip and his sense of smell is several times stronger than normal person. His hearing is strong enough to pick up noises that normal humans cannot hear and can detect much higher frequencies, into the range of ultrasound.

Shrinking: he can shrink down to the size of a black rat, which makes him have a height of exactly five inches.

Rat Control: he can telepathically communicate with and command rats, he can even project his mind into one and perceive through its senses like a powerful telepath. This power also allows him to tell the location of any type of rat within a two mile radius.

Teeth and Claws: His meta gene has caused him to have sharp claws and sharp teeth, which he can use to attack enemies.

Weaknesses: Rat Poison is like kryptonite to him and even though he has normal human vision, bright flashes of light are more disorientating to him. Aside from his teeth and claws, he has the same strength and durability of a normal human and while he is small his body strnegth is proportionate to his size.
Equipment: he has a utility belt with smoke bombs, flash bang grenades and small knives that he mostly uses for utility rather than combat. Finally Chester wears a suit that can shrink along with him and also makes whatever he's wearing shrink as well.
Appearance: Chester looks like a human boy with rat like features such as a longer nose and large buck teeth and stands at about five feet tall. He wears a sci-fi style black and red jumpsuit that is waterproof and fireproof. He also wears weather boots that are resistant to water, heat and electricity. Originally his costume was a bright red and yellow, but batman thought that a darker and more stealthier kind color pattern would do better for him. He also was given goggles for the purpose of further concealing his identity.

Personality: Chester isn't what you would call your brooding Batman style hero and loves to pop a joke every now and then. His humor is witty and dark and it is main form of self defense against those who insult him because of his appearance. Thanks to his powers Chester has developed a bit of an inferiority complex and his rat like appearance makes him not very trusting of people finding him attractive, though he tries to hide it if he can.

He has a love of rats and even before his metahuman abilities activated Chester considered them his favorite animal and had several as pets. He always hated that many people considered them disgusting vermin and pests, it also annoyed him seeing all of the tropes in fiction where rats are evil and few are good. Chester is very smart and cunning and prefers to use his street smarts over just brute strength.

He is friends with Ray Palmer who was his dad's best friend in collage and was grateful that the scientist was able to create a size-changing suit for him. His personality did somewhat change after Robin's death and occasionally has spouts of depression and anxiety. Almost like with the late Robin Williams, Chester tries to use his humor to hide his emotional problems almost like a mask.

Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio: Chester is the son of famous scientist Lionel Prince who was the collage best friend of Ray Palmer. His father and mother lived in Central City when he was born and Chester's earliest memories where the fun times he had in the city. Eventually his father got a job offer in Gotham by the city government trying to encourage scientific research to start flourishing in the crime ridden city and boost its economy. This job would pay more money and it had the attractive idea that his father would be helping the city progress into the future.

And so when he was thirteen they moved to Gotham city and he was enrolled in one of the private schools. School life wasn't like it was back in Central City. His fondness for rats and him talking about the pet rats that he kept made him an outcast among the prestigious at the school. Their words of disgust at the thought of owning rats made Chester mad and he didn't socialize at school very much. It was when a couple of the bullies at his school started to torment him by talking about how they torture rats that made him activate his meta gene.

His appearance became more like those of a rat and the bullies screamed in horror and ran away from him. Thanks to his slightly rodent like appearance his parents had to take him out of school and his dad looked for options to fix his son's appearance. Chester didn't want to go back to who he was, his meta genes had revealed who he really was underneath. As time went by he discovered other abilities including the power to shrink to tiny size.

It was then that Ray Palmer came to him and revealed himself to be the superhero known as the Atom. He asked Chester what he wanted to do with his powers. Chester replied telling him that he wanted to be a force of good and help end the myth of rats being all bad. Ray agreed to help him and gave him a suit that would shrink along with him. Chester now with his new suit and abilities became the teen hero known as Rat Boy.

It wasn't long until he was contacted by Robin to join a team of young heroes and he agreed. Things went bad quickly when Robin was killed and Chester was injured by the super villains Multiplex and Deadshot. His emotional state now worse for wear, Chester hopes to honor his dead comrade by making sure that criminals in Gotham get brought to justice.

Notes: Don't eat his cheese or insult his human and non human friends otherwise he might bite you.
Sample Post:
Chester groaned in terrible pain as he felt a bad blow to his head sting horribly and his surroundings felt blurry. He was bleeding from his nose and several areas on his body, his suit wasn't made for protection against physical attacks. Chester then also noticed that he had been shot in the arm and remembered the mercenary Deadshot shooting in his direction. Luckily it had only grazed his shoulder and he wondered if that had been intentional.

When his visioned a bit he saw more blood on the ground and the body of another individual on the pavement. Memories began to flood back into his mind. Robin had told him and some other young heroes to meet him here, but they were then attacked by the two super villains. He had tried to help the young hero, but Multiplex had beaten him into unconsciousness just as Deadshot had shot him. It was agony just trying to get onto his knees and he could feel the comforting nuzzle of rats beside him.

"Chester are you alright?" they asked him in a slightly high-pitched and concerned voice.

"Ah...I'm...I'm fine. Where's the others where's Robin?" he asked still a little confused.

"Dead" one of them responded. A deep well of shock and horror filled him and he looked closer at the body on the ground and saw that it was indeed Robin.

"Damn it!" he shouted as he slammed his fist onto the ground and winced in pain from the action. He remembered slashing several of Multiplex's clones in the face and gnawing on them viciously, but it didn't stop him from getting the snot beaten out of him.

"I failed my teammates" he said to himself. His sensitive hearing then began to pick up the faint sounds of police sirens far away that were getting louder.

"More humans are coming" a rat said to him and he nodded, the authorities would soon be coming and there was a chance he could be arrested for his actions. That's when Batman told them to go home and burn their suits and not take up heroism again. Chester thought about it, but a part of him said no and was determined to see justice brought to those so wronged by people like Deadshot and Multiplex.

He then heard Bolt give his response to Batman, but the dark vigilante disappeared with Robin's body into the night, leaving them alone. Chester decided that it was time for him to go and shrank down to rat size and hopped onto the back of one of the city rats. He then let the animal take him home and thought about what the future would hold after this terrible night.

"I've got to get better at this" he said to himself. He thought that this was the end of being part of team when sometime after he got a message saying "Meet me at this location, midnight." with an address on it. Chester suspected that it might be from Batman and he wondered if there was a future for a team. He looked at his pet rats eating cheese while on his shoulders.

"Well I guess that this team may happen after all" he said to them with a bit of a sad smile on his face.

"As long as there's food then will be happy" the both replied nibbling on their cheese. Chester wrote down the address and when it was close to midnight he suited up and headed off in the direction of Grant Gym.

Secret ID: Neith Tahan
Alias: Isis
Age: 18 (LEGAL WHOO)
Home Location: Metropolis
Powers: Flight, Black magic (in the form of summoning creatures)
Weaknesses: Low physical endurance, slow healing time,
Equipment: Gas Gadgets made more useful by her wind control (once she ever gets the hang of it), throwing knives
Appearance: (make a micro like my character Hathoress xD)
Personality: Thoughtful, Humble, Direct
Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio: Neith was adopted in Egypt by an older conservative cult that worshipped her as an egyptian goddess but practiced all sorts of black magic on her until the age of 5 where US intell was gathered and Neith was captured by Cadmus. Plenty of more analytical research was done on her as she was revealed to be thanagarian but at the tender age of 18 an oppertune moment arised where Superman infiltrated and left Neith with a chance to escape. Wanting to do nothing more than to thank him for being able to experience the world, Neith has decided to join up with the titans of Gotham under Supermans influence, and her curiosity to see more of the world, starting with Gotham.
Notes: shes got natural wings that come out of her body. Unable to retract them
Sample Post: She could hear the shriek of the metal as it bent open. She was sure this was another test that Cadmus was throwing at her (thus far she felt like a failure only able to hover and fly 2 feet at most off the ground and not for that long either) yet she stood tall to defend herself. In her native tongue, darkly she recited her spell. "Shabti, alotted to me...come forth!". A small doll materalized seemingly from under the ground and floated next to her with a mischevious grin. It wore an all black dress with pale skin, and piercing blue eyes with black tribal markings. The sound grew closer and with it, a handsome muscular figure made her fight reaction melt away replaced with adoration. He was REALLY good looking.

"I'm here to save you. Come with me."

"..."

"Are you alright?"

"..."

Footsteps followed by a "He's this way!" sounded in the background as Neith's idol zoomed around him with a mischievous grin then disappeared, without Neith instructing. "We've gotta go!"Superman said turning back to her. "I'll get rid of them, and then i'll get you out of here..."

Still somewhat in a daze, Neith nodded. "...I'm Neith."

"Okay Neith, just follow me!"

***Some time later***

"My good friend Batman has something going on to train kids like you in Gotham. What do you say?"

"I've always wanted to see more of the world...but I'm allowed to return and help you out sometimes, correct?"

Superman chuckled. "Sure." Neith beamed. Things were finally looking up for her.

A gift from his bloodline, with one head, it helps him forge items much quicker than any modern marvel does. With the other head, he can break down objects to their base components usually in the form of flaking falling away like rust off of an iron hull. He started with just a pound, but with training in knowing evermore of what things are made of, he can shed ten pounds of one element with each blow, destroying some items to powder and weakening others with each strike. (example: he can touch a pocket watch and reduce it to powder or hit a brick wall (Average red brick is 4.5 lbs
Silica (sand) – 50% to 60% by weight
Alumina (clay) – 20% to 30% by weight
Lime – 2 to 5% by weight
Iron oxide – ≤ 7% by weight
Magnesia – less than 1% by weight
If he called for silica, he could remove half the elements of 4 bricks and significantly reduce the strength of such that a hole would easily be made by the same hammer blow)

Secret ID: Zhang Brownsort
Alias: Spirit
Age: 17
Home Location: Gotham
Powers:
Zhang's powers are based around her training with the Pink Lotus. She is able to teleport small distances in a puff of smoke, cling to walls like a spider and even appear to be someone entirely different through the medium of disguise, although this is more of a skill than a power. Her main power comes from her training with Katana. While, Katana mainly taught her how to use weapon and whatnot, her philosophical teachings as well as her tai-chi regime among other training methods allowed for Zhang to learn to utilize her chi into devastating attacks, hardened defensive positions and even ranged attacks if need be. She mostly utilizes her chi into her agility though, giving her the ability to dodge speeding bullets and speed along walls as if they were the floor.
Weaknesses:
Zhang's main weakness is the fact that she's human. If she doesn't utilize her chi defensively quick enough then your average bullet could have her pushing up daisies. Along with this, her training with Katana was short-lived, and if she doesn't concentrate hard enough then her chi control can momentarily disappear completely.
Equipment: [best believe Batman is gonna have a few of us with utility belts, pockets, and pouches]
Zhang carries what you'd expect from someone trained in the ninja way.
-Smoke Bombs
-Kunai
-Tanto Blade
-2x Tonfa
Appearance:
Picture
Zhang is a rather short girl, standing at just 5 foot 5. Nevertheless, she maintains a thin figure with only a little muscle being visible on her arms. Her hair is long and a dark brown, reaching down past her waist although she keeps it tied up when working as Spirit. Her eyes are a lighter shade of brown than her hair, and are slightly large. She has small, slender features and is more cute than she is beautiful.

Her casual clothing consists of plain t-shirts and board shorts when around the house. However, when she's outside she'll put on a pair of trousers if need be, although she prefers more loose clothing than anything else.

Her costume consists of what you'd expect of a ninja. She wears a black face mask, accompanied by a loose fitting ninja robe tied together by a cloth belt which also hangs a loincloth bearing the symbol of the Pink Lotus.
Personality:
Zhang is rather cocky and fun loving and displays a more tomboyish attitude to femininity than anything else. She likes to play contact sports, and is no stranger to a fight for no-reason here or there.
Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio:
Zhang was born in China, to a Caucasian father and an Asian mother. Her father, a wealthy archaeologist at a bar one night and they hit it off almost immediately. Her mother's life was a bit more interesting than archaeology if you can believe that, she was raised in what is technically Japan, albeit an island that is extremely difficult to get to. The island is secluded by a mystic fog that sends any ship sailing its way into the wrong direction. Her mother was born and raised on this island to take over the job as it's shogun, occasionally she was let out of the island in order to find a husband, which wasn't hard for someone as beautiful as she was.

Explaining her situation to her newly wed husband was a bit hard though, albeit a lot easier than explaining why her entire family consisted of old men at their wedding. Within about a year of their marriage, Zhang was born, and her mother took over as Shogun of the island. She grew up learning the ways of the ninja, but always had trouble fitting in with the other children and would often fall back on her training for sheer lack of skill.

However, in times of great emotion she could feel something surging through her, giving her the strength to carry on and overcome any obstacle, unbeknownst to her this was her inner chi coming through. She continued to train on the island until she was about 14, when she visited the mainland of Japan with her father. It was here she witnessed Katana for the first time, and it was also where she showed what skill she had to Katana in her efforts of helping her capture a criminal.

After much negotiation, Katana agreed to take Zhang under her wing as an apprentice. During their time together they trained extensively, and grew to have an almost sisterly bond between each other. She began to better control her chi during her time with Katana, and found multiple uses for her chi before joining the Titans.
Notes:
Sample Post:
Zhang sat, perched on a rooftop overlooking the dark warehouse that Katana was slowly creeping her way into. The wind bit at her skin and made her shiver slightly, it was freezing cold, and a sweater wasn't part of her attire. She kept her eye on the white mask of Katana, a mere glint of her sword and it was go time, Zhang hadn't seen action at this scale in weeks, maybe even months.

And there it was, the glint of moonlight against steel, the signal. Zhang leaped from the building before disappearing into a cloud of smoke and reappearing within the now completely dark building. Various guards shouted obscenities and shocked cries before they were quickly silenced by the duo. Zhang's tonfa had seen it's fair share of bloodshed during her time with Katana, to the point where most horror films couldn't even faze her.

The two quickly freed what hostages were left within the warehouse and made a hasty escape back to Katana's residence. Zhang came out of her room, changed into her usual attire of a hoodie and board shorts before she called out to Katana who was sat, gazing blankly at the television like a deer in head lights.
"That was really fun! We've not went on an actual mission in months!" She said gleefully, before flopping down next to her trainer.
"Zhang, I have some melancholy news" She said, in a slightly hushed tone.
"Uhm, what does melancholy mean? And why so glum, chum?" She asked, making light of the situation as per usual.
"I'm going to be straight with you here, there's a superhero group that has formed in America and I think you'd be a better fit training with them than with me. Batman and Wildcat are the bosses of the operation so things will be run a little differently, namely you will be advised against killing. It's your decision here, but I really think you should go." Zhang sat, silent. She pulled her knees up to her chest and began thinking. As much as she liked training with Kitana, she also thought the idea of joining a superhero team run by Batman of all people was really cool. She thought for a few more moments before answering.
"I'll do it. But you need to write me every month ok?" She said, glumly.
"Deal."