Name: Danny West,
Alias: Young Frankenstein

Age: 4

Appearance: Danny is a 6 foot tall slab of barrel chested meat. He has short black hair, arms that drag all the way to the ground, and blue skin. His skin is crisscrossed with stitches, especially around the joints, and he had large bolts sticking out of not only his neck but in between the chuckles of his fists. One arm is wrapped in a chain from wrist to elbow. He wears black shorts and big black boots.

Abilities: Danny is above human in every physical category except reflexes. He strength is sufficient to life a car over his head, he can run as fast as a bear, and he has enough endurance to do so for weeks on end. Danny does not need to eat, sleep, drink, or breath and can opt out of feeling pain. He has an internal supply of electricity that he can use to either shoot electricity or supercharge his physical feats to double their effectiveness.

Weaknesses: Danny's internal electricity is what keeps him alive, and must be recharged. Each seconds he spends supercharging himself equals the use of 1% of his internal charge, with electric attacks using up at least 5% and up depending on their size. He can not use his electrical powers in water or when wet because the water will continually leech power out of him. In addition, anything he's touching when he super charges will also be electrocuted.

Personality: Danny is a man that doesn't shut off ever. If he's sitting still, that means he's dead. He's slow on the uptake and easily confused. If something at all interests him he will latch on and never let go. There is no greater tragedy to him than the loss of life. Any life.

Back Story: Danny was created in a basement by a Dr. Albert West, a man who has heard ALL of the reanimator jokes in his position as a leading biochemist. He bore them with dignity until he stumbled upon an old formula in the attack of his home and decided to SHOW THEM ALL. Following the instructions of the formula he created Danny and spent the next 3 years in secret treating the abomination unto god and nature like a son, teaching him everything he needed to know about the world and also instilling in him a love of super robots.

Danny left a year ago with his fathers blessing to see the world, Albert sending the boy off with these words:

"Boy, with your powers you could be either God or the Devil. I don't care, you're my son and I love you. But if the press or the cops ever show up at my door I'm cutting you off."

Since then Danny has been on a cross country road trip in a specially built car, the Frankenwagon, righting wrongs where he finds them and getting into trouble because of his great sense of justice and suboptimal sense of subtlety. When he heard was was happening in Chicago he swung round and headed that way.

Name: Levy Sandara aka “Shaman”

Age: 21

Abilities: With her direct connection to the Gods and spirits, Levy has the ability to remove evil spirits, heal wounds, manipulate ghosts and spirits to do her bidding, and curse a human to be subjected to pain and nightmares. Blessed by the Gods as their champion, Levy has a spirit with her that would guide and help her through her journeys.

Appearance: Short black hair usually worn with a headband, tan skin, and dark brown eyes. Usually seen wearing comfy shirt, stretchable jeans, and sneakers. Jacket if she needs them.

Upon entering the Guild in Canada, she has taken to wearing a golden mask given to her as a gift by the witch healer that helped give birth to her. Levy usually still wears her usual attire.

Personality: While normally polite and reserved in a normal setting, she wouldn’t hesitate being a salty support while healing the wounded ass of a super, berating them for being rash. In the quiet nights, she love to be surrounded by video games and internet since she didn’t have that luxury in her home country before.

Backstory: She was one of the many girls born in a moonless night. If her mother birthed her in the cities, any city, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Unfortunately, her mother labored quite early and she was born in one of their provinces, where the spiritual energy was high. The hands of fate were at play when it all happened.

Due to their house being relatively isolated in the province, it was difficult to hail vehicles inside their compound. Strangely, there were no cars or people on sight during the early mornings where people should be awake, readying themselves for work. So, Levy’s mother’s only choice was to be tended by the witch healer who was her aunt.

Maybe it was because of those factors and happenings that made Levy see ghosts when she gained her consciousness. In her home in the city, she could see her dead grandfather lazing around in their garage-made-porch, sitting and looking at his son, daughter, or wife. Usually, her grandfather would put a slim finger on his lips when she was about to talk to him, reminding her to be quiet about his presence.

When they returned in the province, there was something different about this one ghost. She looked like someone who held an important role in the ancient years. The colors were muted, as what most ghosts looked like, but it was a sight to behold. The woman looked young, maybe eighteen years old, wearing patterned scarf and cloth headband with silver shirt and black skirt.

It was a striking image that never left her mind, being an impressionable kid that she was. When Levy told her mother what she saw, they didn’t return for another five years. It was when she was fifteen that they returned in the province, reunited to this ghost that patiently waited for her. Taking a walk in the forest behind their house, the ghost started talking to her.

With the decline of the shamans and ascent of modern technology, there had been a surge of evil spirits that threatens to make life difficult for humans. It was her task to slowly dwindle down their numbers so that the humans can put their faith on the Gods once again and to let them guide their path.

Hesitant, Levy declined, not really knowing if it would be a good idea or not. The next day, her grandmother fell ill, her uncle telling her family that she unknowingly stepped on a dwarf’s mound. Thinking that it was the ghost’s fault, she trudged towards the forest and threw curses at her. But the ghost explained that it was the evil surrounding the dwarves, that they weren’t supposed to be this powerful in the first place.

With not much choice, Levy accepted the task, the ghost performing hand gestures and chants. At first, nothing seemed to happen but it was the feeling of power that trickled under her skin, travelled to her heart, and towards her soul that made her feel differently. It was a sudden shift that it made her head hurt, hoping to blink it away.

When she opened her eyes, the ghost in front of her was filled with color, that were it not for her ethereal look, she’d think that the ghost was real. There was a bright smile on the ghost’s face, telling Levy that she has earned the Gods’ and spirits’ favor and that she had the power to cleanse the world of evil.

As the ghost disappeared in the wind, leaving behind a firefly to stare at, Levy was stumped on what to do. It was when the firefly flew around her in circles until she turned her attention to it, guiding her deeper in the forest. There, she heard obnoxious high-pitched laughter, eyes soon finding the dwarves.

The soft whisper of the wind told her the ways to purify them. With the connection to the spirits’, it wasn’t difficult to rid the dwarves of the evil they had, reciting the chants the wind told her to repeat. It was a calm process, where the corrupted aura was taken away and purified by the Gods. When Levy asked the curse to be taken off her grandmother, it was swiftly removed.

And so, as she left behind that province and, soon, that country, the firefly still remained at her side, the Gods and the spirits looking over her shoulder, their guidance leading her to the Guild and towards Chicago.

Name: unknown (he gave himself the name sammy)
alias: the beast
age:N/A but he appears to be in the teens
appearence: black robe, skeleton mask, green crystal in hand, skeleton eye sockets glow green.
Abilities: turning into any creature he can think of. Turning other people on contact. Invisibility. Power comes from crystal
Weakness: round black stones that absorb the crystals energy. (Like the candle stones from Dragons in our Midst)
Personality: kind, caring, friendly despite the creepy appearence
backstory: Sammy had originally come from an alternate universe. When he was 4 he was kidnapped and brought here. He was found and raised by a family of scientists. One day he was exploring when something fell out of the sky a few yards away from him. He found a crystal. He picked it up and felt power race through him. Since then he has been doing hero work at night and living a normal life during the day.when he received the transmission he arranged a trip and went to help

Name: Kain Dresal
Age: 19
Appearance: Tall, lean, with messy dark hair. Beneath his peculiar styled clothing his skin is spotted with tattoos and odd piercings.

Name: "Sammy" Samuel

Alias: None

Age: 17

Abilities: Sammy has two main abilities. The first is a poison that oozes from his fingertips: a bluish viscous substance that can be easily absorbed through the skin. In small quantities, it only produces a mild numbing effect. In larger doses, however, it can cause paralysis or even unconsciousness. This poison can be smeared onto objects and remain just as effective on living creatures.
The second ability is one Sammy isn't one he even really realizes he has. It's localized around him - anything in 20 feet is affected - but he seems capable of manipulating probabilities. It has to be something possible, though. He can't dodge a point-blank punch, and he can't make a leap that's beyond his physical capabilities. Nor can he make fish rain from the sky, or knock someone out in one blow. Things like a pursuer tripping, or recovering from a fall before he can be caught, he can achieve.
Neither power is particularly under control: he can't stop the poison secretion, even if he wants to, and the probability manipulation can work for him or against him.

Appearance: Sammy's on the short end of things, with a very light build. He's not exactly very strong. He's got dark skin, black dreads, and deep blue eyes. He prefers to wear bright colors - an orange hoodie, green capris, over-the-knee black-and-white striped socks, worn-out sneakers with rainbow laces. He also wears green, audibly-squishing gardening gloves - practically overflowing with poison.

Personality: Sammy at a glance is a person of high spirits who enjoys the world around him. He tries, almost desperately, to ignore the negative side of things. He's a trickster too, enjoying playing pranks on people, like dumping rubber balls down a store aisle. This would be less of an issue if he didn't have contact poison. Closer examination, however, hints that Sammy's ability to understand the feelings and pain of others is quite impaired. He even has trouble identifying his own feelings and pains.

Backstory: Sammy was dropped off at a Chicago hospital when he was just a toddler, with no name and just a note saying that his parents couldn't care for him. There wasn't much else to be done - he was entered into the foster care system and given the name of Samuel for legal records. Sammy wasn't exactly a bad child, though perhaps a little too energetic. His first family lasted 8 years, though, until the "incident". While details remain unclear, Sammy was taken to the hospital with a very nasty-looking bug bite on his ankle. It seemed to keep getting worse no matter what staff did - first washing the wound, treating with epinephrine and antihistamines and prednisone, x-raying the leg, surgical intervention. The wound simply oozed and remained swollen. Then, it appeared he had managed to get another bite wound while in the ER. He was kept under surveillance, various treatments being attempted and failing, and he even slipped into a coma for almost two days.
In the end, while no diagnosis was made, he did appear to recover, though his foster family ended up giving him up: with the hospital bill, and the threat of recurrence, they just couldn't keep him. His worker noticed one change almost immediately: his eyes had changed from brown to blue. Further changes came later - or, rather, lack of changes as he failed to mentally develop as he should have over the next few years. Intellectually and physically, he was fine, but emotionally, he seemed to struggle. Then the poison started to ooze.
Needless to say, it became increasingly difficult to place Sammy with a family.
He became something of a troublemaker, staying out far later than he should have, causing trouble for people with increasingly large-scale pranks. He became something of a troublemaker, staying out far later than he should have, causing trouble for people with increasingly large-scale pranks. He may have remained a police matter were it not for the poison that made him a danger, and the mere act of dealing with him a danger as well. Luckily for Chicago PD, they had their own superheroes to call upon to help. Sammy didn't exactly stand much of a chance; while he evaded capture twice, he wasn't so lucky the third time and was arrested. Typical juvie troubles aside, he didn't mind it so much and decided people over-exaggerated the problems in prison - not that he cared to go back.
It was difficult to put him away for longer, even as he grew older for the next two years and kept going. After all, despite the harm he was capable of accomplishing, even an overworked public defender could easily show he didn't fully grasp the dangers he posed and so could not be tried as an adult. The foster care system paid less attention to him - he was almost 18, he'd be out of their hair soon enough. Meanwhile, Witch could tell he could be made into less of a danger. She did her best to try to reach him and, while never quite fully succeeding, Sammy came to the conclusion he liked her better, and she did convince him to wear gloves unless he felt threatened. It proved capable of containing his powers to a degree, though he's also gotten in trouble for shoplifting replacements.
He had been considered relatively inactive for a couple of months when the troubles started, and went into hiding. When the video was released, and he caught a glimpse of it, he wondered where Witch had gone. Despite his own uneasiness, he decided to try to find Pyro and figure out what was going on.

Name: Alister MaCconey
Alias: Ghost
Age: complicated. He was born easily 60 years ago, but he keeps resetting his age (see below)
Abilities: After dying, he regenerates in full, then returns to life varied timing, longest so far was 3 years, bUT ithe normally doesn't take longer than and hour or so. Trained acrobat
Weapon: knives
Appearance: Red hair, grey eyes, lithe.
Personality: constantly bored, he's seen it all and then some, but he keeps trying to entertain himself.
Backstory: he remembers little, born in some Scottish farming town, a few years with a European carnival, came to America in a crate of limes. Saw this distress call on his laptop, started walking.