Alias: Loud Love

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Appearance: Young, pale and lithe boy with somewhat unproportionately long limbs and slightly elongated oval-shaped cranium - but nothing far beyond the norm. Appealing, slightly effeminate face, wider-than-usual hips, small hands and long, long hair reaching slightly below the hip might help to mistake him for a girl, but the falseness of that assessment is proven really easily, seeing as he does not wear any sort of clothing whatsoever due to the nature of his power - however, some parts of his skin, especially chest, temples and the zone around the mouth are covered in strange, black tatto-like patterns of complex geometrical figures.

Personality: Vicious, Playful, Whimsical but Loyal, Confiding

Powers: Explosive Teleportation, Increased Durability, Super-Sight.
Explosive Teleportation - Loud Love's body and brain generate a fantastic field of quantum instability that allows him to essentially be in many points of space at once due to a specific sort of probability manipulation - at least that is how he himself explains his ability. Whenever he makes a conscious or unconscious effort of will, the field agitates the fabric of time-space and then, faster than in a blink of an eye, without any buildup, special effects or strange sounds except for one, Loud Love just ceases to exist in one point and immediately appears in the another place of his choosing.
What makes this already potent power a truly horrible force, however, is the fact that matter and objects at the destination point of the teleportation do not just change places with Loud Love or cease to be. Instead they are extremely violently displaced in the direction and vector of his choosing - for example, if he teleports into a wall or even a free space that is filled with nothing but air, the volume of rock, air or metal equal to the volume of his body is very quickly pushed away from it's previous position to make place for Loud Love, and he can effectively control the shape and direction in which all this material will be shot out. It is possible to concentrate all of the displaced material into an very thin 'ray' that will be utterly terrifying in it's penetrating power or force it to be expelled in an explosion all around him, take shape of a cone or wide line. A very fancy-looking technique that Loud Love implements, partially for show and partially as protection from enemy fire is a series of lightning-fast teleportations that make up an impression of him moving frame-by-frame, each new jump accompanied by an extremely powerful blast of air that might even put out a person's eye at close range.

Of course, the ability can also be used on living targets, with obvious gruesome and almost hopelessly fatal effects - an especially jolly show that Loud Love likes to put on is teleporting so that only his finger or fist is phasing inside of a person's head, with a compressed jet of brain and bone immediately rupturing forth out of his temple or crown of the head.
The only drawback discovered by Loud Love yet is that he can only teleport himself, without any sort of clothing or gear on his person.

At the point of his departure, air quickly fills in the emptiness left by Love's body, producing a sound somewhat like a thunderclap.

(If it is required, i also have an actual weakness for this power. Say a word and i'll add it.)

Increased Durability - Loud Love's flesh is incredibly dense, his blood pressure is very high - though his wounds close quickly, not allowing for lots of blood loss - and his system excels a normal human's one in general endurance and durability - while nowhere near the levels of actual "brick" superhumans, it is enough to compensate for sudden and often drastic pressure changes that come after teleportations, cold that he suffers without clothing and sometimes save him from a small-caliber bullet in soft tissue.

Super-Sight - Loud Love posesses better-than-perfect sight and sense of perspective, able to view minute details at quite long distances, see at night and notice slightest changes in observed scenery. This is absolutely essential for the use of his power, which requires a big deal of precision and concentration to teleport over large distances or through any sort of semi-transparent obstacles, such as smoke or glass. Additionally, Loud Love posesses lightning-quick reflexes, allowing him to almost subconsciously teleport out of the way of some blows and lines of fire - oh, and makes him extremely suitable for being a marksman.

Equipment: None, obviously - though sometimes he uses something that he can pick up at the moment.

Short Bio: He was a pretty okay boy - somewhat of delinquent but a nice kid at heart. Got bullied sometimes for his looks but not nearly often enough to traumatize him. Suffered from some parental neglect but it didn't bring him low. Had a GREAT interest for music and really, really loved and adored a particular pop star, very very hard. Once they had a show in his small town, but oh, great sadness - he couldn't afford the ticket! So the guy came as close to the open-topped concert hall as he could, climbed on top of some nearby building and watched the performance from there with infinite glee, wishing so, so very hard that maybe by some miracle he could be there, on stage as close to his idol as it was possible~
The wish was granted immediately as the guy suddenly warped inside of his most favorite artist in the whole world and burst out of him in a shower of gore and guts - and then, he proceeded to teleport into every single place that he cast his gaze upon, always with horribly deadly results because he first of all turned his attention to people, trying to ask for help. Now THIS - this traumatized him alright. The murderous teleportating escapade went on for many hours and half of the globe until it finally stopped when the kid fell asleep. After that came a year or two of hiding from the authorities and people, with every attempt to reenter society resulting in another disaster that happened every time he became strongly agitated until at some point the guy just snapped and went off the deep end after a period of fugue and crippling depression and became what he is now.

Other: Thinking about it.

Name: Thule Alexander
Alis: Blood Knight

Age: 16
Gender: Male

Appearance:


Personality: Honorable, Bloodthirsty, Disciplined, Idealist, Loyal

Powers/skills: Inhuman Strength, Inhuman Reflexes, Inhuman Durability, Night Vision, Sharpened Senses, Skilled (Self taught) Swordsman

Source of Thule's inhuman powers: After proving himself worthy of the 'gift' during a street fight, Thule was turned into a vampire and granted the various benefits that came with becoming a member of the undead... alongside its weaknesses.

Weaknesses: Direct Sunlight, Inability to cross running water, Silver, Holy places and artifacts, Fire, Has no reflection, thirst for blood.

Equipment: A rather well made looking longsword.

Short Bio:
Thule Alexander was raised as an only child by parents that were far to busy working themselves to death in two different jobs to keep their heads above water to properly take care of their child. Like many such children, he fell in with the local street gang in order to survive, favoring the usage of a sword that he and some friends of his stole from a pawn shop.

Things changed one night when his group of friends decided to try and rob some stranger that was walking alone on their turf. Despite the five to one advantage the woman proved to be absolutely inhuman, easily slaying Thule's friends until he was the last one standing; While he only lasted seven seconds on his own, the fact that he survived that long seemed to impress the woman enough that she didn't just leave him to be a bloodless, broken corpse alongside the others.

Thule never learned the name of his Sire; After informing him of the basics of what he was, what his weaknesses were and offering him a philosophy to achieve true power and possibly rid himself of his newly found weaknesses, she left him to his own devices and continued on her own path. With nothing else to go on, Thule started down his own path to either a final death or near god like power alone.

At least, until he got a phone call a month later...

Other:
Thule believes that skill-at-arms and honor in combat are the only measures of greatness, and that in order for him to grow stronger he should feed only on the blood of skilled fighters, as only the unworthy fed upon the weak. Legend says that if one becomes strong enough they can start shedding their weaknesses until none remain.

Thule is still a very young vampire having only been turned a month ago and left largely to his own devices. If he survives long enough to gain experience and proper training, his range of abilities will only raise with time.

Name: Andrew/ Alias - Nergal
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Andrew wears simple and rough clothing, consisting of torn jeans and a sleeveless shirt, having learnt quickly that good looking clothing makes one a target on the street. His soft features from his pampered lifestyle have given way to a much rougher features including a number of scars from the brawls he has gotten himself into. His blonde hair has become rather messy and unkempt though he keeps it cut short so it stays out of the way. His eyes are a dark brown/green color and seem dull and without the spark of life at most times, though when he succeeds in a crime or venture they momentarily regain that spark. His overall body structure is toned but not muscular, his focus being on agility and dexterity rather than strength

Personality:Sadistic, Rageful, Selfish, Arrogant, Bad with Authority
Powers/skills: Corrosive Touch, Toxic Fluids, Poison Resistance
Corrosive Touch: The chemicals that splashed Andrew caused a side-effect in his biological makeup, granting him the ability to change the chemical compounds of the skin of his body. By focusing his mind on a part of his body, Andrew can make the skin of that area become corrosive enough that his very touch begins to break down the object he comes into contact with. The longer he concentrates and the longer he maintains physical contact with the area, the stronger this effect becomes. This effect is most pronounced when contact is made using the palms of his hands, however it can still be used by the rest of skin, though to a much weaker degree. When this is used on a person, it will initial cause a burning of the skin with longer contact beginning to melt the skin and work on the underlying structure of the unfortunate victim. Wounds caused by this resemble chemical burns and can result in poisoning in some cases

Toxic Fluids: Any of the liquids from Andrew’s body, such as blood or saliva, can become toxic with concentration. With some mental effort, he can make the blood from a wound, or saliva he gathers it in his mouth change its chemical structure to be either poisonous or corrosive to the general human. Unlike his touch, the toxins produced are specifically designed for a biological reaction. The poisons produced can mimic most poisons found naturally in the world (Mild Paralysis, muscle spasming, blood thinning, blood thickening, flesh melting, etc.). The toxins become more potent if they manage to enter the targets bloodstream and with repeated doses

Non-living substances will have minimal effect from any toxins produced through these methods

Poison Resistance: Due to his ability to create poisons and toxins, Andrew has an initiate resistance to being poisoned himself. This does not make him completely immune to the effects but greatly diminishes their effect and renders them non-lethal to himself.

Equipment: The main tools he carries around a set of throwing knives and a sickle. He has no problem picking up any other bladed weapons he comes across as he can lace them with his poisons, allowing him to increase the lethality of what would otherwise be glancing blows

Short Bio: Andrew lived a life that many would have envied, having a well renowned father and mother for scientists ensured that he was well taken care of. Wanting to ensure the best for their child, his parents made sure he was offered the best education and experiences to ensure he would follow in their footsteps and continue down the path they had. Despite being provided the means to live in the upper echelons of society by his parents however, Andrew expressed resentment at how it seemed his life had already been decided for him by his parents. Further fueling this resentment was the fact his parents research demanded their time and attention, often leaving Andrew on his own unless it was him expressing interest in the topic of research they were currently working on

By the time he was finishing High-school and beginning to look at Universities, this resentment had developed into a deep-seated hatred which resulting in many arguments between the family. On one such night where his parents were on the verge of a breakthrough, when the family was planning on having a dinner together once they had finished the latest research, another argument broke out while tensions were at an all time high. Heated words were exchanged and becoming enraged by the conversation, Andrew began taking his anger out on the nearby equipment and causing it to malfunction. The end result was the equipment exploding, injuring Andrew both from the blast and the chemical burns he suffered.

After being rushed to hospital and stabilized, Andrew was eventually visited by his father who promptly told him this attitude of his could go on no longer, and he either to behave himself or become disowned. Left alone to mull over this fact, Andrew eventually decided he could not live with his life being dictated by others. While he healed he slowly began to realise the accident had resulted in some positive side effects. Spending the next few days testing his abilities, he eventually disappeared from the hospital, abandoning who he and any ties to his past. The next few years he spent honing his own skills and forging his own path, not caring for those he hurt or killed as long as he got to live his own life.

Other: N/A for now

Name: Allison Bell (Phone Freak II)
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance: Short, pale, and slightly pudgy with short brown hair and green eyes. The type of girl people talk about when they say "but she has a great personality." A boring, average looking girl that probably would not be noticed.

When forced to go out supervillaining she wears a long, dark blue coat covered in pockets, black gloves covered in metal plates on the outside and very thing material on the inside, and a metal helmet. The helmet covers her entire head and face and has a blue screen going right down the middle that glows. The effect is very Daft Punk. Intentionally so.

Personality: Irate, high-strung, driven, dutiful, paranoid

Powers/skills: Allison is a Technomancer, a wizard who uses technology as a medium through which to cast spells. Like all technomancers she can commune with technology to try and get it to do what she wants through a combination of appeasement and coercion, though she can't do so to things like engines because she "doesn't speak that dialect." She can commune with most things that "have wires" but is specialized in phones and phone lines.

A few notable things she can do with a phone line are:

1). The most basic thing is the ability to scramble where your call came from, send your call bouncing all over the network until it becomes impossible to trace where it originated from.

2). Listen in to it to try and peel out information. When you say something into a phone it doesn't disappear when it comes out the other end, it stays in there. This doesn't even just apply to things people say into the phone either. Since phone lines were built to "carry information" even things people say near them can get sucked up in there and carried around the lines. You can even find where someone is so long as they're speaking near a live line. You have to know what you're looking for, though, otherwise you're just listening to random snippets and the white noise that everything left in the line eventually becomes.

3). Travel through them or trap people inside of them. Moving like this you can get anywhere the line connects in record time, but it's extremely dangerous and knowing your exact route is a must. She hates doing it. You could get stuck in a mire of white noise, get creamed by a call coming down the line, or eaten by a monster. Speaking of that last one...

4). Telefangs. Phone demons. Emotion left in the line that coalesced into a monster that lives there. Comes in positive and negative varieties. They try to piggyback out of the lines on similar emotions and into human bodies. If you've ever felt particularly good or terrible after a phone call that was one of them getting into you. They're harmless like that, but Allison can draw them out of the lines and bind them to her will. The monsters come in as many varieties as there are emotions, though the general rule is that the positive ones help and the negative ones hurt. Can only exist for long periods of time in the real word when Allison is on hand and puts forth effort to maintain them, otherwise they dissolve into noise and vanish within a few hours.

There are other applications of phone magic, but these three things are what she's most skilled in. She is, however, a ritual caster. She can't just quickfire these spells willy nilly. It also goes without saying that she needs a phone line to be able to do any of these things.

Equipment: Like most wizards she has a workshop hidden in the middle of nowhere where she works to perfect her craft. It's underground, filled with technical manuals, arcane grimoirs, parts, junk, and tools. Anything she needs to build and maintain her equipment. It's also where she lives.

Her helmet (includes a voice changer).
Her gloves (Actually powerful shock gloves she can turn on with a command.)

Her Spellphone. A simple blue flip-phone with the number replaced with arcane symbols. After tireless effort she's managed to turn it into a portable magic tome capable of casting simple spells with a few dials. It includes a simple magic blast, a weak defensive shield capable of stopping anything up to a hale of small arms fire, and a longsword mode for close up offence. It also includes storage space for a single Telefang. It's held back the abysmal hour long battery life and being prohibitively expensive to produce. It had to be assembled basically from scratch, being carefully enchanted all the while. It is bleeding edge technonmacy, but a work in progress.

Short Bio: Allison has most of her entire life on the run with her father, the original Phone Freak Archibald Bell, helping him commit crimes in order to fund their research. She never knew her mother or a normal childhood. As far as she knows she's been a supervillain for about as long as she could walk, taking a supporting role in robberies, scams, magical duels, and every sort of mercenary work you could imagine. Her father always treated her more as a student than a daughter, and as she got older treated her as a peer and colleague. All the money they won was channeled into the research, always striving toward that next big step.

One day, Archibald left her behind. She was confused, until the power went off later that night. She got the news later that he'd set off to steal something from the hero Cyber Shaman, and the resulting duel scrambled communication throughout mainland North America for about four months. No one ever really learned what happened during that fight, Cyber Shaman certainly didn't brag about it, but Archibald never came back. He'd left her, alone, to continue the work. She'd inherited his research, his workshop, and his contacts. She was 12 years old.

She'd been handling it pretty well by herself for the past four years, stealing what she needed, doing various jobs to fund her way of life, working on how to do with wireless signals what Archibald had taught her to do with landlines, and most importantly: keeping anonymous. Allison Bell was a ghost. The people who contacted her only knew Phone Freak. She'd completely divorced her villain persona from her actual person. It was all going swimmingly until the day she got that call.

On her Spellphone.

The one she'd just recently built.

The one that didn't even have a listed number.

And the voice on the other end used her name...

Name: Samantha Park (Maverick)
Age: 18
Gender: F
Appearance: An Asian woman with a thin but athletic build you might expect from a free-runner. Her nose is wide and flat and her dark-green mono-lid eyes are a little too small for her flat face. Her eyebrows arch towards her nose and her lips are curled down at the end, giving her a neutral face of looking peeved off. Her skin is naturally a sort of peachy color, but because of how much time she spends out of doors it has tanned to shade of olive. Her hair is dark-black, usually tied into a high bun.

She wears an off-white tank-top with a dark blue hoodie layered over it. For mobility as she moves her bottom articles of clothing is a pair of sweatpants and some expensive looking running shoes.

When she is doing criminal activity, she puts her hoodie up and places a black cloth wrapping over the bottom half of her face.

Personality: Extrovert, Confrontational, Emotional, Has-A-Moral-Code, Confident

Powers/skills: Kinetikinesis

Samantha is able to control the kinetic energy of objects she touches, as well as herself. This allows her to strengthen the power of her attacks, run faster, and manipulate her momentum. With this power, she can do things like jump in one direction, and then suddenly change course mid-flight. She can also use this skill to scale up walls and even do short term gliding. This also grants her the ability to throw objects much faster and with more control than normal. However, the more drastic of a change in kinetic energy, the more stamina it requires and she can be exhausted quickly if she does too many bizarre plays.

She is also adept in free-running and parkour, as well as stealth and lock-picking. She has excellent hand-eye coordination, but this is not the result of any supernatural powers. She's just coordinated.

Equipment: She carries an extendable baton that is easily portable. It extends out to a foot and a half, she can use it for a variety of things. She also has a handgun with a single extra clip she keeps on the inside of her hoodie in a hidden pocket. Other items include a miniature lock-picking kit, and a pocket with three metal ball bearings she can use as projectiles.

Short Bio: Her early childhood was spent in a wealthy neighborhood, her father her only caretaker. Her father, Lo Park, was a quiet man on the straight and narrow, he'd never committed a crime in his life and he never would. He was also an older man, for Samantha was born very late into her parent's marriage. Complications resulted in the death of her mother, so Lo Park took care of Samantha by himself. Lo Park loved Samantha with everything he had, but unfortunately his child was a troublemaker, and was horrible to him. She was never built for the lavish life style, and hated every moment of her private-schooling.

As time went on, he developed early onset Alzheimer's disease. Samantha neglected him for a short while as he began to become more and more unstable. She turned to a life of crime, doing petty thievery. Eventually, when her father forgot her name for the first time, something clicked inside Samantha. Her father was the only family she had, and she was going to take care of him as best as she could. Using her father's money, she hired a personal caretaker for her father. She felt terrible for being so ungrateful and spoiled to her father, but still, the life of crime called to her. She did it not for the money, but for the thrill. Everything else drove her crazy; in her mind she had no other option but illegal activity. When she was sixteen, she was pick pocketing people when she was intercepted by a young woman named Elizabeth. Elizabeth was her mentor, teaching her advanced techniques. Samantha was better than ever at her craft.

Elizabeth challenged her to do something big. She was planning to rob a gas station, and could use a partner. Samantha accepted. During the heist, they ascended to the rooftops. That was when it all went wrong. She didn't know how it happened, but when Elizabeth went to lift her up to a higher roof, Samantha's leg shot downwards with an immense amount of force. She kicked Elizabeth in the head, her kinetic energy manipulation manifesting at the worst possible time. She killed her mentor with that blow. Terrified, young Samantha fled from the scene. It was a traumatizing moment.

Still, life went on. She continued on her own, learning more and more about her newfound power. She began pulling more and more solo heists, getting grander and grander as she grasped the scope of her powers more and more. Eventually, she donned the alias Maverick. In between in all, she visits her sick father and his caretaker. She doesn't tell him of what she does, of course not. He may not remember that she said it, but she didn't want him to be disappointed in her. Samantha knew her lifestyle was foolish, but somehow it was too late. There was something deep inside her that kept her from going back.

And then, she was contacted by The Presence. It would expose her identity, tell everyone that she was responsible behind the murder on the rooftops. It would destroy her father, force him into a retirement home. She had no choice to believe it. It knew everything about her somehow, she feared that it too could find a way to link her father into her actions. It couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it.



Other: Due to her previous and only experience with killing, Samantha is incredibly averse to lethal combat. She refuses to kill someone, unless under extreme, extreme circumstances. She's in it for the thrill of outwitting and escaping, not murder.

Alias: Metallia

Name: Angelica Wilder
Age: 15
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality:
Apathetic, she floats along life, showing little emotion even to the deeply disturbing. She does not mind doing disturbing things herself, either.
Arrogant, she believes she’s better than you, even if the opposite is proven. She looks down on any petty act that has no purpose, as well.
Irritable, things that annoy her annoy her a lot, and is about to explode. She’s very likely to hold a grudge, which is why she’s here.
Graceful, the way she moves and talks would make you think she’s royalty. This is her at her best, disturbingly graceful. At her worst…
Childish, that ice-cream looks delicious. I want it. Hey, pay attention to me. Heeeeeeeeeey. … I can’t have it? … *ice-cream stand explodes*
Hmpf. Serves you right.

Powers/skills: Her one capability is her understanding of technology way out of her league and capability to construct such. However, if confronted without her toys, Metallia will be but a 15 year old girl in terms of combat prowess.

Equipment:


Short Bio:

Other: … If bored someday, you might find her aimlessly browsing the internet and/or playing a video game. She can be easily distracted if she doesn’t feel like doing what she should be doing. Beware her knowledge of the internet.

She can fairly easily get and invent what she desires by selling things she made/fixed on the internet while buying, which is how she gained all the items she needs to make her contraptions. The things she buy look innocent on paper, but become significant when she starts working on them. Money has never been her goal.

Name: Lyra Nix/Queen(Queenie)

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Personality: Psyho, funny, flirty, sexual, sadistic

Powers/skills: Able to imbue any weapon with a power that lasts only a few minutes per use. The ability gives her weapon an energy that enables her to do more damage. It has a cool down and can only be used once every few hours due to the fact that it drains so much energy from her.

Equipment: Her mallet is all she needs

Short Bio: Grew up in a rural part of a town far, far away. Her family had to the move to the big city for her father’s new job.
Typical life. They moved into the city only to find out how utterly horrid it was. Crime was everywhere. Somehow her family managed to survive through the chaos. However, one night her father never came home and a peculiar man came to the house. Before snatching Lyra away he killed her mother. Terrible things were done to Lyra that gave her her abilities. Her and many others were tortured and experimented on. Once one had broken out however, he released all the others and they were able to wreak havoc upon the world with their powers and twisted minds. Lyra, known by now simply as Queen(since they were all named after a card in a deck of cards), lift the horrible city and went to wreak havoc elsewhere. Which was helpful because the one who released them all hunted them all down one by one in the city and killed them so they couldn’t kill any more innocent people. No one knows what happened to this person. But Queen escaped and that was all that mattered. Now amongst her own Lyra goes by her second given name, Queen and uses her powers for evil-doing.

Other: She a psycho sex deviant, with a thing for ripping off body parts.

Name: Jackal Ventmaw

Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:





Personality: Greedy, Cocky, Prideful, Stubborn, Short-tempered.

Powers/skills: His human form is weaker then his dragon form, as his human form is mostly for show. Like your typical dragon physical superiority and flight are to be expected. And like all dragons he is immune to fire, as he cannot be damaged by heat alone or be burned by any means. His greatest ability though is his fire manipulation, breathing amplified jets of flames, igniting his body on fire, or creating fireballs out of his hand. His flames are his most powerful and destructive weapons next to his natural weapons and armor-like scales. His scales are almost as durable as steel, making them hard to damage or puncture, however his underbelly instead has weaker scutes which serves as a weak spot. His tail can both function as a powerful, bone-breaking whip, or a spear due to the sharp biological spines and tip of the tail. His horns can be used for great impact damage, his claws and teeth are as effective in combat as they appear.

He cannot survive in cold climates, anything lower then 40 degrees can kill him by hypothermia, he doesn't tolerate with weather well unless it is above 60 degrees F, while he can use his own fire to warm himself this drains his energy faster and he won't typically last longer then five minutes. Ice and other related forms of attacks are also especially effective against him.

When enraged enough either by emotion, damage, or other such stress, he enters a berserk-like state in which he exhausts much more energy and becomes much more destructively violent. In such a state he may even consume human flesh or attack his comrades. He also looses all sense of pain, becoming almost unstoppable and relentless until either something manages to soothe his rage or he passes himself out. Due to unrestrained energy exhaustion he will last about 10 minutes in a berserk stage until he passes out, injuring him will quicken this timer. Once he exits this berserk stage he will be hit with all the pain he would have experienced during that state, as well as an overwhelming wave of exhaustion. Also while he is in a berserk state he doesn't necessarily think about anything else other then what has enraged him.

Due to his arrogance he often underestimates opponents and overestimates his own abilities against others and obstacles.

Equipment: Nothing but the clothes he wears, he has no regard for any tools or Trinkets and always assumes that his strength and ability alone is enough for any situation. He doesn't wish to use any tools or weapons, and he may insult others for relying on such.

Short Bio: Jackal was born from supposedly the last dragon egg, as dragons have been extinct for thousands of years. It is unknown, even to him, his exact origins beyond this, but he takes his own race with pride. However as he grew out of a hatchling he blended in with the world, using magic for a human disguise and taught himself of basic knowledge of society until he practically blended in with the very humans his kind has terrorized long ago. However as he grew older, and having no parental guidance, he became overly greedy and started a sort of 'job' at thievery, though he attempted stealth it usually ended up with him burning away a few guards and buildings in his heists and fleeing before the cops could arrive. His arsenic nature has nearly cost him discovery by authorities several times, putting him on edge. When he received the fateful message of the mysterious entity that knew of his existence, threatening his livelihood he had built up on his own, he didn't hesitate to do what the entity had requested.

Name:
Conrat Stoyan - Hannibal
Age:
In every way but chronologically he's about 19. He was born in 1170.
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Conrat towers at a tall 6 foot 4 and has a muscular physique fit for a man who wields a sword taller than him by about a head. His hair is an ebony black, and is kept in a short and messy style. He has a strong jaw and handsome features, although some are put off by his scars. The three most notable wounds on him are all on his face. First and foremost is his left eye, which he keeps closed at all times as it was taken out around a year or two before he was frozen in time. Secondly is the scar that traces horizontally across his nose and lastly is a strangely shaped scar, tracing around the side and underside of his remaining eye. Various other scars trace his body, but none as notable as the ones on his face of course.

Although he has lived in the modern world for all of 2 months, he still does not fully understand the clothing habits of the modern day. His costume consists of his black, lightweight armour and nothing but a red scarf to cover his mouth and subsequently his identity.

Day-to-day he's become quite accustomed to flannels and jeans. A safe bet for sure.
Personality:
Dated/Loyal/Vengeful/Naive/Ruthless

By all means, Conrat should be your stereotypical brutal, misogynistic, angry warlord who goes around killing for no reason and acting about as edgy as his blade. However, he's completely different. He's optimistic, ready to learn and cheerful at about all times. At first glance, you could even think he was a hero. A hero is something he isn't though, it is something he'd always liked to be however. His brutal life has raised a child born of hatred and anger. His real emotion is hidden behind a facade of joy. He's accepted that it's simply in his nature to kill and do evil.

His attitude towards women is also, not what you'd expect. He isn't misogynistic at all, and could tell you tales of the women he'd met on the battlefield and fought alongside. However, he does get quite embarrassed when seeing some of the skimpier outfits worn in the present day. Even shorts can make him go all red.
Powers/skills:
Conrat's most obvious power is his sheer strength. His sword being the most obvious example of this.
Furthermore, his speed is far beyond that of any human, without his sword he could probably run faster than your average sports care.
It's not really true to say that Conrat has increased durability, it's only slightly above that of the average human. It's more like an ignorance to pain that allows him to keep on trucking through injury.
A less obvious power of his is related to his curse. He is able to manipulate and create fire. He dislikes creating, and only really does so in times of dire need.
Equipment:
Conrat's main piece of equipment is his sword, The Black Death. It's more like a hunk of iron than anything else, and is unliftable by any normal man. Even to those with enhanced strength it can be a tricky, or damn right near impossible weapon to use. It feels imbalanced to those who haven't used it for years on end, but to Conrat it feels just as easy to use as your average long sword.
Short Bio:
Conrat was born in Germany, during the winter of 1170. He was the seventh son of a seventh son. Anyone who knows their mythos would know that this must mean he was born with some sort of special power, but rather than some sort of magic spell, Conrat was born with a curse. His family couldn't cope with six sons, let alone seven. They sold Conrat into slavery. For the first two years of his life he was cared for by a slave woman before he was sold off to a mercenary battalion. Now, I know what you're asking, "Why would a mercenary battalion buy a slave baby?". The simple answer is that the head of the battalions wife was baron, and attempts at suicide had been made.

Conrat was raised a soldier. To think that he would have had an easy life because of his father is to think a lie. He was in every battle from the age of 5, handing weapons to soldiers and eventually even fighting on the field as a squire. As he grew older he gained an affinity for heavier weapons, and took a liking to the zweihander.

His life was thrown into ruins during a fight that no one could have expected. For the first part of it they were fighting what looked to be ordinary foot soldiers, but soon enough the battalion was surrounded and were being slaughtered by the dozen. Soon enough, all that was left was Conrat and his 'father'. The beast that rode before him gave Conrat two options, kill his father and join them or die on that field.

He, of course, chose to kill his father.

He regretted it almost immediately after. The 'man' that had given him the options removed his helmet to reveal a charred, horned face, with teeth sticking out like a sabretooth. The entire battalion looked that way, like demons. Conrat's transformation began that day.

They used various concoctions and spells to transform him, giving him unimaginable abilities and even crafting the very sword you see him with today. Things were not all beneficial though. After giving him these abilities they required a sacrifice, one of the flesh. They first took his eye, and then a part of his nose, it was only when they began to take his other eye that Conrat rebelled and escaped his former commanders.

He travelled throughout his homeland for about a year after that before they found him. He took on around 200 of them before it was over. They froze him on the spot, turning him to stone and encasing him underground for presumably all eternity.

It was of course, not meant to be.

He woke up just 2 months ago, and has already been making headlines for his crime spree, killing those who got in his way and taking what he liked. Soon enough, he was contacted by 'The Presence' through a dove of all things.
Other:

Name:
Birth: Sophie Engebretsen
Craft: Maria del Muerte
Alias: Sawbones
Age: 19 full years, approximately three months
Gender: Female
Appearance:

She appears as the, depending on the observer, either a girl in her late teens or a young woman in her early twenties, with features speaking of nordic descent, piercing blue eyes, and, depending on the lighting, either auburn, straw-blond or light brown curly hair of the shoulder-length. She's tall, lithe and athletic and moves with a grace and fluidity like that of a martial artist...or a dancer; however, careful observer might notice that her movement rhytm and range is not quite human, her gait creating an uncanny valley-like effect when she's not actively focussing on keeping up the appearances; her normal voice is clear and crisp, her diction is immaculate and carefully scrubbed of any trace of accent.

Personality: Meticulous, unethical, ambitious, observant, stoic.
Powers/skills:



Equipment:
Sturdy travelling clothing and backpack filled with things one expects to encounter in the backpack of person living on the move; sturdy survival knife and satellite phone; carefully disassembled and hidden amongst her things silenced pistol.
Sturdy vest(with discreetly placed polymer armour plates) filled with expendable materials necessary to practice her craft(wires, gauzes, syringes, ampulas with hormones etc); cunning cut allows for several small objects to be placed inside without betraying their presence there.



Short Bio:
Daughter of a Doctors Sans Frontiers medic, she lived pretty exciting live until her twelth birthday, by all accounts: her father was running a clinic in Nicaragua and she was living there with him, being homeschooled and helping him out however she could - mainly by running errands and assisting him in minor ways. This, however, changed when the clinic got raided for its medical supplies - her father's valiant attempt at defending them to save them for sick people who cannot afford to pay for them got him murdered. He died not a fast death too - the bullet pierced one of the lungs and she helplessly watched as he slowly choked on his own blood; as she watched life fading from his eyes, strange form of clarity came over her - she looked over the tools and got to work, trying to save him - she knew how to do it, now.
Not good enough. Her first attempt at resuscitating a person produced something of a nzambi from the legends of locals - breathing, living shell of a man that once was. She was devastated, but resolved to power on and continue in his steps, using what she could scrounge to help people, operating out of the somewhat worse for wear, but still intact clinic. In the end, she decided that she was very lucky that of all people who could have tried and got her, she was approached by none other than a local warlord styling herself after the Lady of the Dead. White Lady, as she called herself, took her in as her own daughter - and as a student, acting as a stern, but fair mentor for her, teaching her the paradox of her art - the one that calls upon power of the barrier between reality and the underworld to aid those still living in the turmoil that is life; she repaid her by bending her newfound genius to helping her mentor to strengthen community in which she served, becoming one of the trusted leutenants in time. As she grew up and blossomed, White Lady prepared her for the initiation - she was to be brought up before the king and queen of the underworld and adopted as their own, so she could serve as a proper mediator between lands of the dead and lands of the living.
It was not to be, however. One evening, White Lady called her and told her that one of her old associates is in need of her services, and he cashed in an old favor she owed him - and she always held her end of the bargains. Sophia was given a week to prepare and fly to her destination - her apprenticeship was now complete(or at least finished, at any rate), she was to find her own path from now own. White Lady never showed any hint of sadness, for it was not her way - yet she was unusually generous with her parting gift, donating literally a pound of her flesh so Maria, or Sawbones as she was come to be known, could still explore the paths of the underworld in the future.

Other:She normally carries her tools in a sturdy briefcase; at the moment she has one "active" hornet hive and about a dozen "Bottle Bugs"; she transported any suspicious gear through the borders by disassembling it or hiding it inside her body - she transported her hornets by burying eggs in her abdomen. Her state is augmentation is twofold: while she is capable of doing more sophisticated and radical augemntation as well as using inorganic parts for that, the rite she was supposed to undergo required her to remain at least recognizably human - not to mention that she would need materials which her mentor never really bothered with to acquire for more out-there stuff.