Name: Kaiser Woods.
Alias: The Prism
Age: Barely 10
Alignment: Prism prefers to keep himself out of other's implications of who he is. He acts heroic commonly though.
Loyalty: He's an independent force.
Appearance: Prism is a very pale, bald kid standing at a rough 50 inches exact, and he is adorned with a white hoodie with an image of a prism on it, as a homage to his alias. He wears a pair of white shorts to accompany it, and to his happiness, the hoodie's sleeves do not reach all the way past his fingers.
History:
As a younger kid, Kaiser was always having fun and just being a happy-go-lucky kid. He never saw anyone as an enemy, rather as a soon-to-be friend, even if they were kicking him like a sack of dead puppies on a curb. He never did anything to hurt anyone and he always kept up a happy expression and a joyous attitude. That is, until the day of reckoning happened, where his life would be changed forever. A top-secret military group came to Kaiser's house one day to speak with the parents. The parents were informed that - based on DNA tests and observations of Kaiser - their son was a Parahuman of... unknown potential. The military demanded the containment and ownership of their son in order to further knowledge of what these parahumans were capable of.

Kaiser's parents tried to keep him safe, they truly did, but in the end 2 bullets was all it took in order to capture Kaiser. At the military's containment site, they proceeded to lock Kaiser in a cell, taking him out occasionally only to try and activate his trigger preemptively, allowing them to continue research and advance further into their goal of trying to figure out what made these parahumans so special. Due to the variety of the tests covering near every single known trigger on a spectrum they could, they named it after another spectrum, formed when light passes through an object.

They named it Project P.R.I.S.M. (Parahuman Research Initiative and Special Maintenance).

Weeks passed, as weeks turned into months, and as months turned into years, with no prevail on the preemptive trigger for Kaiser's parahuman abilities. Hopes were fading, as the kid's near-unbreakable spirit started to fade into a never-ending depression. Project PRISM continued to go on for near a year after, when suddenly, it clicked.

During one of the experiments for the parahuman-subtype, Thinker, scientists laid their eyes on a Parahuman who was capable of knowing near everything to mankind that could be learned. Scientists and testers unhooked Kaiser from the machine, and began to question him on how he felt, what he heard, how he thought, everything. However, only one answer came from Kaiser, in a monotone voice with a slight echo to it.

"Leave me be."

Scientists were baffled. How could a being with this much intelligence be so... so... unresponsive? Have these 4 years of effort all been wasted on a near-useless Parahuman? Determined to get an answer out of Kaiser, they subjected him to the Shaker subtype chamber, where they subjected him to countless waves of natural disasters and even shocked him with near fatal levels of electricity. Despite being near completely dead, Kaiser stared into the distance, with no expression on his face. These scientists overlooked one thing about Kaiser...

His mood was always happy. Through the years of countless torture and pushing towards their cause, the scientists never once took a look at how Kaiser acted, how he was always optimistic and happy despite being almost killed on many occasions. He wasn't a Thinker because of the amount of mental trauma he's been through from the tests given by these scientists, oh no. He was a Thinker because despite him having watched his parents die directly in front of him, him being severely beaten to near unconsciousness, and him always being treated as an object rather than a person, he was always smiling. That is, until the trigger.

The day after the beating, the scientists decided to have Kaiser just sit in his cell for the entire day, doing nothing but breathing. What they witnessed that day gave 3 of them heart-attacks. The child stood up, went over to the door of his cell, grabbed one bar of it, and pushed it clean off the hinges.

Prism was born, with the ability to understand how something worked from just being near it, with the power dreamed of by hundreds and thousands of people before him, and with his brain being so advanced, any type of mental or emotional weapon used against him becomes completely worthless to him, doing absolutely nothing.

The staff at the lab where Prism was contained tried to stop him, but later found out that he'd been watching and learning all about how everything in the lab worked, for his inevitable escape and pursuit of a true life.


Motivations: Prism wants to see an end to injustice, and a pursuit and hope of a free life.
Sexuality: Presumed Heterosexual
Likes:

• The Sun
• Being around people who actually care for his well being.
• Hugs.

Dislikes:

• Hearing or thinking about Project PRISM.
• Spiders
• Dead Parents.

Derangement: Any emotions expressed by Kaiser are simply attempted simulations of emotion. Through his optimism throughout all of his testing, he has completely lost any sort of mental capacity to display any emotions or feel any emotions from himself. He can sense others emotions, still. Maybe he still has a smile in there.


Skills: Kaiser always looks at the bright side of life, and is an expert when it comes to perceiving any sort of threat.
Classification: Thinker/Trump
Details:
Thinker - Kaiser is one of the best Thinkers to ever exist on this version of Earth, to even the point where he has trained his own mind to become completely immune to any sort of outside mental/emotional force. He can sense when an immediate threat is very close by (talking like maybe a 4ft radius around him, generously speaking), feel when someone is distressed, and he can even hover, although it never has exceeded more than 18 inches off the ground.
Trump - As previously mentioned, Kaiser can know the gist of how something works from witnessing it, and this ties into how he acts as a potential Trump. Through getting hit by one power, he takes in the knowledge of how it works, and is then able to use it to his advantage for a period of time ranging from 5 seconds to upwards of 20 minutes, depending on how hard he is hit by a power. After that time is up, he completely forgets how it works until he's hit with it again.
Limitations: Kaiser cannot act in environments under extreme amounts of emotional or mental pressure, even if it isn't from him. His mind can be easily clouded if he can see anything that resembled a dead and innocent life in a close proximity to him, and he again is unable to express any sort of true emotion, rather relying on simulating it. He also uses a very large amount of brain activity every time he fights, eventually leading to him needing a long nap if any stretch of a tough fight is exchanged with him involved.
Equipment: His hoodie contains a modified PCE obtained from an unknown source, used for communications with potential allies. Otherwise he carries around a backpack, containing a pillow, blanket, and his favorite stuffed animal, Rupert the Snail.

Name: Raymond Haywood
Alias: Headhunter
Age: 34
Alignment: Villain
Loyalty: Local Villain Gang
Appearance: Raymond is white, 189 cm tall, very well-built in a manner akin to a soldier (and indeed possesses various scars that suggest a military past), and possesses wavy black hair cut short and solid green eyes, with a well-structured face that seems to be permanently set in a stern scowl. His usual outfit on the job is effectively standard urban military gear for the US army - largely Interceptor body armour patterned in grey camouflage, complete with various pouches and holders for ammunition and such, modified to cover his legs as well as his torso, plus an Advanced Combat Helmet with the same pattern. Accompanying this outfit are a grey facescarf and black wraparound sunglasses, so as to hide Raymond's face on the off-chance he's caught in a closer-range engagement; steel-toed dark grey boots extending up to his upper calf; three gun holsters at various points on his person (right hip PDW, left hip assault rifle, back holster sniper rifle); and two knife holsters (one on each hip). Off the job, he dresses in relatively standard civilian clothing, usually grey or black trousers and shoes accompanied by a t-shirt of whatever colour is available on any given day. Overall, depending on whether he is on or off the job, he seems to simply be either a relatively uninteresting and irrelevant man to the average person, maybe a model during the day, or a powerless soldier of no particular note to those capes who don't know about him, possibly a fighter in the PRT - exactly the impression he wants to give off.




Motivations: Money, plain and simple. His presence in the gang is largely thanks to the idea that expanding the gang's presence will allow a lot of money to be made by him relatively quickly.
Sexuality: No particular preference for male or female so long as they are feminine, but rarely if ever entertains sexual thoughts outside of very secure holdings.
Likes:

• Guns
• Assassination
• Money
• Training
• Scope building

Dislikes:

• Being shot
• Being misled
• Plans going awry
• Distraction
• The US Army

Derangement: Raymond finds it very difficult to talk in a voice louder than a murmur, such that speaking at normal volume is the psychological (though not physiological) equivalent of shouting to him, and a notably raised voice is his equivalent of screaming at the top of his lungs.


Skills: Even without his parahuman ability, Raymond is an expert mercenary and assassin, particularly in the field of long-distance kills. He is highly skilled with most projectile weapons and a wide variety of melee weapons, both using and maintaining them; trained in multiple forms of close-quarters combat; extremely fit as a consequence of his combat experience; and is quite skilful when it comes to tactical thinking, should he be forced into a situation that overrides his plan for any given hit. He is also very skilled when it comes to building scopes, having done enough research and practice to introduce surprisingly cutting-edge technology into them, to the point that many include a variable mounting rail that can attach securely to just about any gun he likes; due to this, those who know he is a parahuman at all often mistake him for being a hyperspecialised, even somewhat weak Tinker, even though his true power has nothing to do with that discipline. Lastly, though not an expert, he knows enough about human anatomy to have a rough idea of where to shoot to cause lethal and non-lethal damage alike, assisted by his parahumanism of course.
Classification: Thinker
Details: Raymond's power activates whenever he uses a weapon's scope with a particular target in mind, be it living or inanimate, so long as said target is in range from his current position. Whilst "scoped in", he essentially possesses perfect aim on the target he designates, his body automatically adjusting for every possible variable that might affect the bullet's flight path when fired at any given moment, including the target's own movement speed, wind drag, gravity, and even the need to reflect off of one or more solid surfaces and the effects of other parahuman powers if necessary, all but homing in on whatever Raymond has designated to get shot. Essentially, if Raymond wants to shoot you, you will be shot, in much the manner of a video game aimbot, and with enough precision that he can hit a specific area of your body if he so chooses. Under normal circumstances, he typically aims for either the head or torso depending on which is less armoured,
Limitations: Raymond's power has three major limitations. The first is an almost complete loss of sensory awareness outside the confines of a scope whilst his power is in use - you could walk up right beside him without being noticed, and even a tap on his shoulder might escape him if he's very far "in the zone", as it were, though a more solid hit upwards would likely catch his attention, if not his hearing.
Its second limitation is the fact that it will attempt to acquire a guaranteed hit on the target no matter what, even if that requires Raymond's body to contort itself in ways that severely damage him, send him off-balance, or otherwise take up a less-than-sturdy angle to shoot from; whilst not often a problem, an unexpected need to change angles drastically or a very fast Mover he's targeted coming past him could cause him to forcibly overextend himself unless he scopes back out, though if hitting the desired target with a bullet is in fact literally impossible for any reason, the power simply won't activate until a hit can be acquired.
Finally, just because he's guaranteed to hit a target doesn't mean he's guaranteed to kill or even necessarily damage them, regardless of how powerful his weapon is, with highly-durable and/or powerfully-regenerating Brutes in particular bearing a substantial advantage against such attacks, though a great many other parahumans have no reasonable defense against a high-caliber round passing through their skull from out of nowhere.
Equipment:

• Steyr IWS 2000 semi-automatic anti-materiel rifle and associated 5-round detachable box magazines of 15.2×169mm armor-piercing, fin-stabilized discarding sabot (APFSDS) cartridges. The usual 10x telescopic sight has been replaced with one of Raymond's custom sights, letting him zoom up to 100x with red dot assistance, toggled infra-red or night vision as needed, and an internal camera to record his kills. This gun is designed to fire rounds that penetrate vehicle armour from two and a half kilometers away. The vast majority of human heads and most current building materials pose no such resistance.
• M16A4 assault rifle and associated 30-round detachable box magazines of 5.56×45mm NATO cartridges. The usual iron sights have been replaced with one of Raymond's custom sights, similar to what is described above. Intended for mid-long range engagements at medium power, though in a pinch this gun can hit a target from a farther distance than even the Steyr IWS 2000.
• FN P90 personal defense weapon and associated 50-round detachable box magazines of FN 5.7×28mm cartridges. The standard tritium-illuminated reflex sight and backup iron sights have been replaced with one of Raymond's custom sights, similar to what is described above, though the maximum zoom on this scope is 20x rather than 100x. Intended for relatively short-range engagements, but with a reasonably high maximum range nonetheless.
• Two USMC KA-BAR fighting knives and associated sheaths. When all else has failed, and he is drawn into melee combat, Raymond can always rely on stabbing people repeatedly, with both hands if needed.
• Custom scopes. A lot of them, of many different types. Most are left in his current holdings at any given moment, to be handed out to allies as needed, but he always has at least a couple on hand in case the unthinkable happens the the scope he is using breaks.
• Ballistic armour, as described in his appearance.

Name: Frank "Frankie" N. Stein II
Alias: Love Craft
Age: 15
Alignment: Villain
Loyalty: Local Villain Team
Appearance: Though Frankie changes faces and bodies often, they still have a prefered "public" form. Messy but fairly sensible dark brown hair, constantly windswept but stylish. His features are fairly average, if a bit round, the only thing standing out about his face being his red eyes. Oddly, his skin is not abnormally pale, leading most to thinking he wears contacts. He has a lean, not particularly muscular or fat build, though definitely taller than average. Finally, for an outfit, they wear a lab coat, as well as what they call a "straight sweater", basically a full body straight jacket remade to be comfortable and allow movement and mobility. A reference picture is here.

Frankie is much different on the job or around the base. White, long, flowing hair lightly gathered together in a bow frames their sharp, gaunt features. Further punctuating the "scary but beautiful" look is their bright red eyes, accented with slight eyeshadow. They look quite skinny and short for their age, almost girlish. This is further emphasized by their provocative clothing. A short leather jacket, bandages around the chest seemingly to bind the breasts, and short shorts with chaps.

History: Frankie never really knew their mother. All they truly knew was that a woman named May had sex with a man simply known as Doctor Stein. Stein was not expecting a child, but nevertheless was still appalled at May's thoughts of putting the child up for adoption, or worse, aborting them. May was in no position to bargain though, an ex-drug addict with no job, so for months, the two argued, both in possession of something the other wanted. Eventually, the child was born, and, the next time May threatened adoption, Stein pressed for child custody.

The courts miraculously awarded Stein custody, mostly because of May's previous offenses and Stein's lucrative job as a biologist working in league with the famous Willaim Manton, who had made a major breakthrough with his theory on what was called the Manton Effect, which Stein had helped with. About as soon as the court case was wrapped up though, Manton disappeared, leaving not much to his colleagues but the good name of being associated with the man named after one of the most important Parahuman theories. Luckily, Frankie was not without a home or anything. Even if there wasn't much research on Parahumans to be done after that, and he had been laid off, he was still the inheritor to a large sum of cash that his forefather had built up. With it, the two stayed afloat while Stein searched for a job.

Even at a young age, Frankie displayed great intelligence, particularly in relation to the sciences. Balancing this though, Frankie was quite odd. Very emotional and expressive, and didn't seem to gel well with the other kids. Stein decided to kill two birds with one stone, homeschooling his child with great tutors. While Frankie spent their time learning, Stein spent his time trying to find a job he genuinely enjoyed. His Biology PhD. allowed him a few positions, but nothing was as stimulating as research on parahumans to him. He even frequently showed Frankie his old discoveries, and they seemed to enjoy it as well. This pushed Stein to contact an old friend.

Stein managed to get a hold of Dr. Manton, asking him where he had gone, what he was doing now. Manton would reveal this to him, as long as he came to a certain location alone, and promised 100% to never reveal the information. Stein was a trustworthy man, never really lied that often, and so he accepted the deal. That's when he learned about Cauldron. Frankie was never given much info on the shadowy organization, but they apparently were making more parahumans, and this got Stein's mind pumping once again. Frankie's father began doing research once again, but after a while, was stopped, something about ethics Frankie was told. SAtein gave in, relenting to do his own research on the subject, but not before spending the family fortune on his kid's birthday present.

Frankie, on their 14th birthday, was finally taken to their father's workplace, something they had dreamed about ever since they had heard he was researching superheroes. Though the team seemed reluctant, ultimately they went through with it. Frankie was a success, able to mold their body in any shape or way they could imagine. With this, Stein and his progeny left, now searching for both funds, and a place to experiment.


Motivations: To help their father, and obtain lots of information regarding superheroes, particularly sharing their father's goal of finding another way of creating more Parahumans besides the Cauldron's vials.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Likes:

• Their Father
• Their Power
• Sweets

Dislikes:

• Ethics
• Being left in the dark
• Authority figures

Derangement: Frankie has become very... exaggerated. When they feel an emotion, they feel it hard, and their face morphs to a cartoonish version of said emotion in intense situation. Sad? Their face will physically droop. Happy? His eyes and smile will grow to unnatural proportions.


Skills: Frankie is pretty smart, especially in the field of biology and parahuman studies.

Classification: Shifter/Brute/Stranger

Details: Frankie has the ability to mold, manipulate, harden, and soften their own flesh, bone, muscle, and even some organs. Frankie can use this ability in many ways. They can mold their flesh into blades only a cell thick, or shields as hard as a hippo's skin, or anything between. The could also use this ability to impersonate another person, shifting their face, physique, and even vocal cords to mimic someone efficiently. They can even buff themselves up, giving themselves more muscle or reduce their size and increase their lean leg muscle for more speed. Though they're bound by conservation of mass, they can control their own regeneration, making producing more cells a cinch.

Limitations:

• Disconnected cells retain none of their shape or hardness/softness upon leaving the body.
• Frankie can not manipulate their own heart or brain.
• When accelerating their regeneration, Frankie's metabolism skyrockets, with nutrition being a serious issue. They need calories to burn, after all.
• Frankie needs a close up of someone's face to replicate their face.

Equipment: The only thing Frankie carries on their person besides a disposable phone are some high carb sweets.