Character you have created:

Alias: Zero

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): [color=0076a3][/color]

Character Alignment: Walking the line

Identity: Unknown

Character Personality: Kieran prefers to speak in sarcasm, rarely ever being serious. If he isnt being sarcastic, then he usually has an ubeat but indifferent wat of speaking. Kieran tries to be optimistic as much as possible, even in the worst situations and always tries to analyze a situation before reacting.

Uniform/costume:
1) One black, short sleeve, trench coat with collar propped up
2)Two black gloves that cover most of the forearm
3)One Black turtleneck
4)One pair of black jeans
5)Black combat boots

Origin Info/Details: Zero seems to not be able to remember anything from beyond the point he woke up. He does not know his age, his name, or anything about his past besides very small things like how to operate a vehicle, basic arithmatic, etc. One day he simply woke up and he nearly went insane. The reaosn being, the smell that penetrated his nose. He could smell so much and it was all very.......consuming. Zero opened his eyes second, after taking in all of the new and alarming smells, and awoke to see he was laying in an alley. Zero slowly stood up, careful to brush off the dirt, grime, and filth he seemed to be laying in. He walked out of the alley, supporting himself against the nearby wall to his right and covering his eyes with his left hand. The sun seemed to make his skin tingle slightly, and his body just seemed......heavy. When he walked out of the alley his mouth opened when he saw the people who went along their day pass by, and felt two points of pressure in his mouth. He felt the inside of his mouth and felt two very sharp teeth come out from his gums. Zero covered his mouth, and slid down the building wall hthat was behind him. He felt weak, exposed, and so hungry........

A random man who was passing by Zero stopped in front of him and offered him his hand. He seemed concerned, nervous, and slightly cautious. Zero looked up at the man and his vision started to blur, and he began to see red. Zero reached up with his right hand, accepting the offered hand of the stranger, when an impulse so strong he nearly puked began pumping in his body. Zero immediately retracted his hand, covered his mouth again, and stumbled hazardly into the alley again. The stranger followed Zero, somehow unconcerned with his own safety. When they were both in the alley away from prying eyes, Zero turned around and pounced on the strange man, knocking him to the ground. As the stranger desperately tried to fight off Zero, Zero noticed a vein in the strangers neck that looked so....tasty. Kieran dipped his head and bit into the vein with his new fangs and in exactly sixty seconds he drained the man of all his blood.

Zero left the body where it was, and for the next few days blood was all he could think about. He went on a small blood binge leaving behind a trail of bodies. After the next two days, Zero finished draining a young women when he sorta came to his senses. He realized what he had been doing and his blood lust left him. He sat in the dark abandoned place he lured the women into and pondered a few things about himself. He was weak in sunlight, he fed on blood, he had fangs, and at night he was a near perfect hunter with advanced sight, hearing, and he was even a bit faster and stronger. He cleaned himself up, using the womens clothes to remove the blood from his mouth, and found a place to sleep. During the day he went to the local library and found out what he was. He was a vampire.

Zero went on for the next years making a name for himself, and effectively started calling himself Zero since he knew nothing about himself. While he cared little for his lost memories, he did feel guilty about killing so many innocents. So he began working as a sort of mercenary, taking cases that went beyond the law. He still killed, but he tried to not kill when he fed. He also tried to stick with cases that were to help the good and punish the bad. Also over the course of two years, he found a Katana blade that never seemed to dull no matter how long he used it or what he cut through and learned to wield it with a mastery of skill and precise.

Hero Type (Select one): Supernatural

Power Level (Select one below): C

Powers (Be Specific):
Vampiric Vision: Zero can see extremely well during the day, and during the night even greater. During the day he can see up to one hundred meters away in clear detail except when the sun is being shined directly in his face. At night he can see up to five hundred meters or more away crystal clear. During the night he aquires a sort of night vision sense, unable to see through solid objects but still crystal clear in the night.

Vampiric Strength: During the day Zero has the strength of ten men, easily able to lift extremely heavy objects or wield his katana at fast speeds. During the night his strength is mutlipled, and his skin becomes slightly hardened so that he can punch through brick, steel, metal, and more.

Vampiric smell: Zero can smell from a great distance away, and unlike his other abilites this is not affected by sunlight. But it is affected by his hunger. He can smell the blood pumping in peoples veins and differenciate between a number of smells mixed together when full. But when he is hungry, he cannot control what he smells meaning he cannot block out unwanted aromas and he can spell someones blood a mile away.

Vampiric hearing: Zero has very well adjust hearing, and again his ability depends on his hunger rather than the time of day. Zero, when full, can hear anything within a block radius of him but he is able to tune things out or focus on a single sound. When hungry though he cannot tune anything out or single in on anything, and every seems to scream together.

Vampiric healing: Zero seems to be able to heal fast, making small cuts and incisions heal in a matter of seconds. When drinking blood even a mortal wound can be healed within seconds, and even regenerate body parts besides his head. With no blood, Zero cannot regenerate but heal from severe wounds over time.

Attributes (Select one at each category):



Resources: Average

Weaknesses: Zero obviously is much weaker when in contact with direct sunlight, and even when there is no sun can still be overpowered by those just flat out stronger or more skilled. He can not outrun a grenade or explosion, and cannot survive decapitation.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Zero has contacts and buisness associates, as well as people who owe him favors, but he has no significant other,



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Character you have created: Joseph Collins

Alias: The Legate

Speech Color: Standart text white, in bold.

Character Alignment: Walking The Line

Identity: Unknown

Character Personality:
Joseph Collins, The Legate, is a well oiled mechanical killing machine. Trained and practiced in the art of killing men, not unfamiliar with the field of battle. Efficiency and lethal intensity define the lifestyle of the Legate. Opposition that stands before him is not but an obstacle to his progress, he moves forward nonstop. He knows he's dying and cannot afford the time to laze around, to lose focus, to stop for even a moment without completing his mission.

He is dedicated to protecting humanity and cautious of non-humans. He's an engine of war combining the greatest aspects of intuition, training, ferocity and instinct. The voice he speaks with is deep, guttural, almost roaring. Emotionally stunted but animalistic in behavior and violent tendencies.

Though he's aggressive, he's analytical and focused at all times. Even moreso when doped up.

Uniform/costume:
Standard issue Blue Digital Camo combat uniform.
Or
The Centurion Power Suit, a low efficiency suit that spectacularly augments the ability of the wearer. It fits his form comfortably, and gives him a much larger frame. Stealth is optional in this outfit.
{Picture will be drawn soon.}

Origin Info/Details:
Once upon a time. A young boy ran away from home, tired of the attention his handicapped brother got. Constantly his parents fawned over his invalid older brother, while he worked his hardest to excel. Joseph could not stand being ignored, and ran away in the night. No plans, no extra clothes, no food. He got rather far, all things considered, though it was not in the way he had intended.

This young boy was accosted by human traffickers from Haiti, they had come to Florida to capture children slaves from America. In the water he was saved by the Coast Guard who spotted a suspicious boat that refused their hails.

After being brought to the station with the other children, Joseph refused to tell them anything. Joseph was put into the system under the name John Doe, put up for adoption as he was still a minor.

When he reached puberty age he was adopted by a military agency and brought in for special training.

The next eight years of his life were nonstop training and conditioning, from the moment he woke up to the moment he went to sleep. Everything was training, his body was tortured and molded. Fed hormones and chemicals to boost his growth, both height and muscle. Calcium supplements and more hormones for bone density.

VR training, Live Fire training, Real Action.

He was deployed on covert missions to the middle east to quell rising extremist groups, and brought back before anyone even knew he was there. Now that his training is completed, the Man is now tasked with the job of capturing and containing dangerous metahumans.

Hero Type:
Normal: No Power Suit, Enhancers, or Equipment
Gadget into Brick/Acrobat/Speedster: With Powersuit, Enhancers, and Equipment

Power Level:
Street Level: No Power Suit, Enhancers, or Equipment
High Street, Low City: With Just Enhancer.
City Level: With Powersuit, Enhancers, and Equipment

Powers (Be Specific):

Attributes:
Base-

Standing Jump: 4.2 feet
Long Jump: 19 feet

Enhanced-

Standing Jump: 8.5 feet
Long Jump: 27 feet

Enhanced and Armored-

Running Speed with Extenders: 75 mph
Long Jump with Extenders: 42 feet
Standing Jump with Extenders: 14 feet

Resources:
Stolen money from S.T.R.I.K.E. that supports his lifestyle. Now seeking a source of income and reliable line of work.

Equipment:
Centurion Light Powered Armor: The suit is not computerized in any way, save for the helmet. All movements are enhanced based on a complex system of motors and triggers. While the suit has metallic parts, the first exoskeleton of kevlar is coated in a shell of ballistic ceramic. The inner casing is kevlar as well, with a gel layer between it and a metal casing.



Boost Jet: A back mounted jetpack that is connected at the shoulders and waist. Allows the user short distance flight that recharges over the course of a short period of time. Hydrogen powered, very volatile to the user, but functional enough to risk usage.

Remote Drone: Includes Tazer system, 9mm submachine gun with laser tracking, and remote camera for viewing. Flies relatively silent, used best near vents. Can fly up to 50 mph and has a battery life of one hour, capable of fine midair maneuvering. Has enough ammunition for sustained firefights up to 30 minutes of repeated firing.

Caestus Hand Enhancer: Rocket Punching, Piston Driven, Hydraulic Powered action. A devastating supplement to the efficiency of the human hand, placed over the off hand of Joseph and over the armor. It allows him to perform feats of insane strength, such as crushing steel like paper. The fist is made from the same composite layers as the armor, with titanium alloy skeleton inner workings to supplement the strength of it.

As well, the fist enhances certain aspects of punching. It has a laser scanner that judges the distance between the fist and a target. Once reaching a certain distance, it activates a hydraulic piston that drives the fist forward. Further increasing the force of the punch. This double enhanced punch has enough force to drive a piece of straw through concrete, so imagine what it could do to a person.

The fist has a final secondary effect, the fist can be triggered to detach from the hand in an explosive way. This is only used in the case of a critical failure, three microrockets project the fist forward at sub sonic velocity. Creating an absurdly potent projectile punch that's sure to floor any metahuman that thinks he's too tough to be punched in the mouth. The process involves flipping a switch, firing the piston to launch the fist off his wrist, and then triggering the jets.

Meta Dissuader Sidearm: A combination of Laser Dissuasion System, Active Dissuasion System and Distance Sound System. Condensed into a vaguely bullhorn shaped utility tool. The laser has a tracker system with a computer that identifies "eyes" and will attempt to wave back and forth over their eyes in an oscillating pattern. The device also releases a sound that is just beneath aural damage levels, and emits a ray of heat that causes the first layer of skin to become painfully hot.

Slam Rifle: A multi ammunition rifle that is compatible with several varieties of ammunition. .45, beanbag ammunition, .410 bore shot, and comparable ammunition in size and shape. As well as an option to narrow the barrel to load smaller ammunition, including 9mm, pepperball, rubber ball, and paintball rounds. It has various loading methods, such as lever action, bolt action and semi-automatic.

The undercarriage of the rifle is compatible with three varieties of heavy projectile. Smokescreen Canisters, Tear Gas, Flash Bangs and High Explosive Grenade Rounds.

Ka-Bar Kukri Machete: A composite steel hand blade with a comfort grip and a razor's edge. The blade is two feet long, three inches in width and has a taper of 3 quarters of an inch to a nanometer thick edge. The blade is sharpened mechanically. Has rubber grip and is formed to fit his natural hand and gloved hand.

Enhancements:
PED Cocktail- This gives his mind and body a total overload of sensory, cognitive and physical enhancements at the cost of burning himself out.



Weaknesses:
Ultimately, he's got no powers of his own. Despite being a power armored, drug addled supersoldier, he's got to augment his abilities with exterior utilities. Outside of his suit he's just a man. As well, he's terribly stunted emotionally and socially. He's programmed to kill, not to feel. Oh, yeah, he also cannot swim in the suit.

As well, there are signs that his organs have already begun to fail. The drug injections are going to kill him inevitably, but he's willing to kill himself in order to destroy those who he deems a threat to humanity.

Supporting Characters (And Equipment):
12 Member PMC, "The Legion":


Equipment: (Standard, with Deviation based on Personal Equipment. Primaries replace primaries, etc.)


Captain Explosion: Missing In Action

Notes: He is an expert artist, with a photographic memory. He is capable of closely replicating an image he saw in person onto a piece of paper.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:
Yeh.

Dr. David Anderson Jones was an American archaeologist who made a name for himself after publishing several papers proving the existence of numerous other undiscovered ancient tribes. After spending several more years and participating in several guest lectures at universities, including Lost Haven University, David finally found the location of an ancient ruin left behind by one of said tribes in the deep forests of South America. Eager to discover what awaited him inside the newly found ruins David eagerly set off by himself.

After spending days navigating the forests, using his altered maps, he finally found what he had been looking for. The structure itself seemed like a small two floored pyramid, but the inside presented him with what seemed like a maze that went on forever. After a few minutes spent navigating the hallways a feeling began to call to David, a feeling he couldn’t ignore, following that feeling took him half an hour, but he finally made his way to a large room. The room itself was massive, paintings, scriptures, and all sorts of symbols adorned the walls around him. The centerpiece of the massive chamber held a large, almost rainbow colored, crystal which illuminated the entire room, waves of energy fell off almost like a heartbeat.

Upon touching the crystal David’s vision flashed to an entirely different scenario, a scene from the far past. A being pulsating with colors, similar to those radiating off the crystal, was floating above a battlefield of some kind. Various different looking tribesmen where flinging spears and arrows at each other and the being, suddenly lighting struck down onto every tribes’ weapons, destroying them in a violent light. The vision changed again to a scene of those same tribes, but this time they were eating together, and even dancing and drinking around the same crystal David was touching. Then the vision flashed onto modern day, with cars driving by, people walking past, and almost violently the scene changed again. This time there were no tribes celebrating, or people passing by, instead buildings lay in ruins, and the earth burned everywhere he could see.

“How..” David mumbled to himself, he then tried to pull away from the crystal with no avail, suddenly he heard a voice in his head “Danger comes. Change needed. Host needed.” Unable to pull away from the crystal David felt himself being swallowed. When he awoke he found himself exhausted and adrift in the ocean until a fishing boat drove by to pick him up. When they asked what happened David simply told them he didn’t remember, which wasn’t far from the truth as he realized he had a serious gap in his own memory. What he could remember were certain feelings, and vague memories of him fighting. From attacking poachers, to some kind of creature underwater, his memory was in patches.

“Wha-What is this?” David mumbled as he found his hands, no, his entire body had changed. The crystal in front of him had receded into the ground at some point, leaving only a freshly stirred mound in its place. Suddenly, as if answering his earlier question a vision flashed through his eyes, a volcano erupting, and then a scene of the Earth itself. “What’s that supposed to be, the power of the Earth? Is that what this is!” David shouted as he spun around the room, he was answered only by silence. “How do I undo this, turn me back, now!” David demanded, still talking to an empty room, his voice echoed for a second. “Bonding incomplete. Practice. Threat.” A feminine voice spoke into his head, flat, emotionless. Then another vision came into his head, this time it was a camp of unusually armed people chopping through branches with machetes. Then the image switched to some kind of room, caged animals, and syringes on the floor. “Poachers, is that what they are?” David asked, although he knew that whatever this was didn’t always answer him.

As soon as he exited it was almost as if he could feel where he needed to go, but not how far, deciding he might need to go far he immediately broke into a run. Immediately after starting his legs he almost fell over. “Whoa, so much faster.” David mumbled, sparing a glance at the surroundings shrinking behind him, and his own feet moving far faster than they ever did. After a few minutes of running he saw what the Earth had been pushing towards, a one story building of some kind with jeeps parked on the other side by the front. David could overhear voices on the other side, deciding to go in quiet for some information he held himself on the side of the building, covered by the jeeps. “-ck out this cool hardware, looks like we got the best gig sitting out here with these new guns.” A slapping sound could be heard a second later. “No, no we didn’t.” Someone else replied with a hint of annoyance.

“Wait, what’s with that glow over by the jeep, did you leave a flashlight on?”

“I don’t think so, but let’s check it out.”

The two men spoke; David could tell they were definitely getting closer from their voices and footsteps. “Damn, I forgot I’m a freaking lava lamp.” David whispered to himself as he glanced at his body, and I really don’t want to kill anybody. Lighting, from that vision I can use lighting somehow. David recalled the vision from earlier as he thought to himself. David sprung from his cover with a giant leap above the jeep and the two patrol men landing in front of the building itself, leaving a slight crater, expunging the displaced dirt around him in a cloud. Realizing he forgot something David chastised himself in his head. Uh oh, forgot to find out if I was bulletproof beforehand, way to go captain dummy.

“What is that?”

“Doesn’t matter, open fire!” The two guards who had spoken unleashed a hail of red beams on him.
“The hell, these aren’t bullets!” David shouted as he staggered under their fire, in his panic he managed to shift his body to correctly allow the beams to redirect at the building and at the jeep behind the guards, the resulting explosion threw the guards forward in the air, landing just in front of David, and with a grunt they were both out. “I guess I don’t get to practice lightning today.” David whispered to himself, amazed by the destruction he inflicted purely on accident. Looking over at the building David spotting the hole burned through from earlier, squeezing through it David spotted a several cages stacked on top, it looks as though someone had stepped out before he could finish what he was doing. A stack of notes sat on top of a table, certain notes where separated from the others and a syringe was readied but unused, and the bio waste bin was empty. “Help the animals, that’s all you want right?” David questioned the entity from earlier, but was met with no response. David spent the better half of an hour carefully breaking open the cages and carrying the more injured animals deeper into the forest, just before he finished making off with the last one he could hear a car driving through the trees.

“Guess their friends were bound to show up.” David grumbled, drawing a perk from the cub in his hands. After setting down the cub momentarily he dug into the ground, lifting a sizable chunk, and tossing into the front of the building. Deciding he was satisfied with his rushed rescue he made off with the last cub, as he ran he didn’t notice he had begun to transform back into his human from again.

Character you have created: Nicole MacNamara
Alias: Walker
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Azure F0FFFF
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret, trying to keep it that way



Character Personality:
Nicole is a scrapper, born and bred in the rough neighbourhoods of Hell's Kitchen to a poor family of workers. She knows life is tough, sometimes overwhelmingly so, but she battles on because really, what other choice do you have? She tries to maintain a positive attitude and see the good in the world, but the past three months have not been kind to her, and it's starting to wear pretty hard. It doesn't help that her hormones are raging about, and not showing any signs of cutting back soon.
There are many things that aggravate Nicole, and those fluctuate day to day. But several things drive her at this point. She thirsts, desires like nothing else she's known before, to satisfy her sense of justice. She knows gangs are horrible, and senseless violence bad, but otherwise her sense of justice is entirely based out of what her working-class father managed to teach her, mainly that 'hard work's rewarded, and good prevails'. She is somewhat arbitrary in what she believes might be just or not, and, for example, will happily smash a man in the face for shoplifting. In short, her responses will most likely be physically violent, and sometimes not proportional.
She has found over the last couple of months that she generally enjoys fighting, which is probably not going to endear her to her idol. Also on her list of not-so-heroic traits: She has no problems stealing to live, though not from the poor. Sneaking her way into places, killing those she thinks deserve it, fighting with the police if they try and take her in; None of this is beyond her. She will do anything to achieve her goals.

Uniform/costume:



Origin Info/Details: Nicole grew up the youngest of three girls born to a poor electrician and his wife in Hell's Kitchen. She had, as far as she could tell, everything she wanted from life, even if she didn't necessarily eat every night and never got to see parks. But she was happy, and tha was important. She did...okay in school, though she was neither exceptional nor all that motivated. Early on, she got the bug to read her older sisters comics books, and when her mom taught her about Lady Liberty, she was fascinated. She grew up thinking that the only thing she wanted to do was to be a superhero. She got her wish in the most horrific way she could imagine.
She missed the news broadcasts warning that Pax MetaHumana was coming, and Nicole was busy bringing groceries back to her house when she had to take cover from a gang fight that broke out nearly on her tenement building's front step. As she crouched, waiting for everything to calm down at least long enough for her to get inside, the crackling green energy washed over her street, and for just a moment, she knew everything. Just as quickly, that knowledge and her memory of it was gone, and she was left feeling slightly nauseous. Trying to figure out what was going on, she peeked up over the dumpster she had taken cover behind. Which was when the street exploded.
Later, she pieced together what had happened. Apparently, one of the combatants near her had gained the ability to explode forward and detonate like a rocket, somehow without taking damage. One of the opposing folks had developed lightning powers, and a host of minor physical abilities may have occurred on both sides. All Nicole knew at the time was that the dumpster had launched into her in a cloud of flying debris, launching her through the brick wall behind her, and everything went dark as a corner of the building collapsed onto her.
Her parents were both killed in the building's collapse, and one of her sisters was killed by fighting in the streets during the mass panic that occurred. When she woke up and found out what happened, Nicole nearly lost her mind then and there. But the news broadcasts in the area included mentions of the heroes fighting to stop what had killed her family, and somewhere deep down, her mind latched on to the hero Icon as the one who stopped it from happening to any further cities, despite the reality of it being a whole confederation of heroes. She spent several days learning what she could about him, and then, grabbing some gear to keep herself hidden so she didn't get taken in as a runaway, she began the long trek to Lost Haven. She aims to become his apprentice, or at least learn how to hero, and stop things like the Pax Metahumana event from ever destroying another family. Since she is underage, she has had to make her way to the city on foot

Hero Type (Select one): Brick

Power Level (Select one below): Street
Powers (Be Specific):

Set Adrift: Nicole is caught outside of time, temporally unset. Her position in time varies greatly, so much so that, using the "Trousers of Time" or branching dimensions explanation of Multiverse Theory, she exists as the same person in all possible universes, though not physically, because all of those incarnations of her exists at the same point in time, the present. Mentally and spiritually, she is normal, but anything that attempts to affect her physically would have to affect her for all of time, all at once.
Effectively, she is conventionally invulnerable. Kinetic impacts, energy, poisons; nothing can affect her for her entire existence at the moment it happens, and thus is negated entirely, not even capable of breaking the surface of her skin. This also means nothing can change her body from the point she was temporally destabilised. She cannot starve, cannot suffocate, and will not age. Her muscles cannot be damaged, so she enjoys a slight increase of strength over average humans, and can lift more than she should be able to because she doesn't have to fear bone breakage or soft tissue rupture.
Oddly, this does not affect her memory like it logically should, and neural pathways can still form, though only in her brain(see below about muscle memory). She is also slowly losing any sort of fear, due to her complete inability to encounter things that cause her pain. That could change, given what she might face off against later.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses:

She does not age. She is fifteen. While she might enjoy immortality for a little bit, she will never be physically an adult. She will never be taken seriously as an adult. And she is permanently in the final stages of puberty, unable to ever escape the ravages of hormonal fluctuations.
Anything that ignores one's temporal position can affect her as per normal. This means she is susceptible to magical enchantment, psionics, having her soul ripped out, and other things like that. Directly damaging magic, such as hurling a fireball at her, however, still has no effect. Theoretically,if one could do enough damage to affect her for all of time, one could wear down her physical defenses and damage her, but in practise this would be almost impossible except for extremely powerful speedsters.
She isn't all that bright, and as a fifteen year old is convinced that she knows exactly how the world works, despite any evidence that other people might know more than her(with the exception of Icon). While that might change a little over time, it will never completely go away.
Despite being undamageable, she is still subject to all of the other normal physics a one hundred and twenty-pound girl might face. She can be buried in rubble and rendered immobile, launched into space to adrift forever, sunk to the bottom of the ocean, tied up, etc. Her natural strength can only go so far.
Speaking of strength, her unchanging body comes with a curse. She was somewhat strong for her age due to some sports training, but she while she will never suffer muscle degradation, she will never gain muscle mass, either. No matter how much she might need out of her muscles, they will never grow any stronger. She will never get any more flexible, never get any faster, never gain muscle memory for martial training.
Being undamageable has some psychological effects, as well. Nicole is completely reckless, having no concern at all for tactics, delicate situations, or really anything beyond completing her task. She also has a tendency to forget what might hurt or kill normal people.
If anything should infect her somehow, while she would be immune to ill effects, she is the perfect carrier for disease. And no known medical test can possibly work on her, returning nothing but errors or blank screens, needles unable to puncture her skin, etc. Though she can produce saliva, so that's something.
She has no sense of internal timing anymore, saving for those reflexes needed for combat. So while she can time and dodge a punch if she needed to, she is constantly late, having no idea what time it might be even from moment to moment. This effect of her displacement also causes her vision to be slightly blurred in a way no corrective lenses can correct, as her eyes see everything both slightly ahead and behind of its actual position in the present.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Her sister Alice is missing and presumed dead. Everyone else is dead, and as she is also presumed dead, no one is looking for her at the moment.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Think I got it down, now.

Character you have created: Berenice
Alias: Siren, Harpy, Bird-lady, assorted other nicknames.

Speech Color: 82ca9d

Character Alignment: Hero(mostly)
Identity: Known, as that's how she introduces herself.

Character Personality:
Berenice would like to be a good person. Trouble with that is that she doesn't know what exactly constitutes a "good" person yet, and just goes by instinct. In fact, much of her thought process is still instinctual. She has the drive to help others in need, but can get in the way because she's not completely aware of what might be the most effective way to go about that goal. She likes children, will defend the helpless, and in general could be described as helpful, but there are some quirks in there. She doesn't understand the concept of pets, and as a carnivore will happily eat a cat, dog, or other small, furry thing, right up until someone tells her it's wrong. She is inquisitive, somewhat bothersome about it, much like a child who asks repeated questions about things because she is, in essence, at a child's level of understanding the world. Her speech is peppered with chirps and other bird noises. She is very magpie like, and will steal shiny objects regardless of intrinsic value. Those few people she has met that she likes enough, she will include in her "flock", and tends to gift them stolen objects and dead animals, at least until they refuse those gifts. She will keep trying until she finds something they like. She also has an annoying habit of trying to perch on those people.

She has no built in moral compass, really, and has had to develop one as she learns. Since her first real contact with the outside world was children in a poor neighbourhood of West Lost Haven, who had already had contact with strange things and were unlikely to run from a non-hostile bird woman, she has found ample reason to copy and learn from them, so she has become playful, energetic, and rather open-minded. The local parents, having yet to meet the "Bird Lady", have been operating under the assumption that the kids have come up with a community imaginary friend or mascot, and both parties are likely in for a surprise when then meet each other, with variable effects on Berenice's psyche depending on how they react to her presence.

Uniform/costume: Berenice is just coming to grips with the concept of modesty, so designing a uniform is kind of beyond her. She typically wears very loose-fitting, light tank tops cut to allow her wings, and a sort of draped loincloth over her waist. Other than that, she doesn't own much.

A good approximation of her looks, though her plumage goes all the way up to her navel from her talons and she has a fanned tail like a hawk's:



Origin Info/Details: Berenice is the result of a sorcerer trying to channel ancient Greek magic to create a servant for himself. After researching quite a number of possibilities, he decided to try and make a combination of harpy and siren. Gathering what he thought were the correct materials, including several live birds, a female human singer, spell reagents both ancient and modern, and a good bit of raw magic, he focused his mind and cast the almost correct enchantment. Berenice was created, but the resulting backlash of energy blew the unlucky wizard apart and caused a psychic reverberation that destroyed the built-in purpose of serving him in his creation's mind. The only remaining vestige of that is the (incomplete) knowledge of the English language and her name.

The newly born siren meandered about for a bit, fully formed in an adult and with all her instincts in sharp relief, but with no one to tell her what the world she was born into was like, she has had to figure it out on her own. The mage's lair, a shack built on a rocky promontory just west of Lost Haven, was torn asunder by her creation, but she has converted it into a ramshackle nest and hunts and explores from there. Local neighbourhoods would most likely have begun reporting her appearances, were it not for more spectacular displays that regularly happen in and around the city, though curious people could easily find newspaper articles. When she can get away with it, she has begun playing with local children in parks.

She has also begun experimenting with her mystic powers, which are not developed much yet as she has had no formal education. This has, in addition to acting like a sort of beacon letting people with the right senses know there's an inexperienced spell-caster in the area, caused a number of odd phenomenon near her nest, including a sudden increase in non-native plant growth and a growing numbers of people wandering in the area to have memory loss.

Eventually Berenice will probably grow to be a force for good, but for the moment, she is very much in a precarious state, given the wrong influences or experiences, she could very easily become more like the sirens of ancient legend, cruelly luring people to their doom for her own amusement and feeding. This was actually originally the purpose she was created for, and the seed still remains, even if only as a subconscious trigger point for now.

Hero Type: Supernatural/mystic
Power Level: City level
Powers:



Attributes:

Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses:



Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
While not having direct knowledge of her, her creator's teacher is very interested in finding out what the hell happened to his student. He is an exceptional magic user, but the student was studying by himself at an undisclosed-to-his-master location, and the man is having no easy time finding the place.
The singer used as a sacrifice for the spell that created Berenice can still be seen in her face. Her mind and personality are gone, but any of her former friends, family, or associates will be able to recognise her face if they see her. Attempts to bring back the "real" girl will be useless, but it'll probably cause no ends of problems. The police are also interested in the reported disappearance, investigation of which has yielded evidence of kidnapping and trace amounts of magic. The detective in charge of her case in George Owens, LHPD Missing Persons Unit.

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Additional Notes: Berenice has a bad habit of talking to herself to remind herself of things, resulting in an almost constant stream of low-grade muttering if she's thinking hard. She also does not understand toilets. At all. Or really any sort of personal hygiene not directly related to washing of leavings of meals and keeping her feathers well-groomed, thus her hair is a tangled mess and she does not smell pleasant.

Additional Comments: I would really appreciate collaborating with some people on Berenice's introductory arc, specifically the NPC parents of kids and potentially their calling in of heroes to deal with Berenice if they panic, which I personally think is the best way to intro her? Or if you've got other ideas. I dunno

Character you have created: Zoé Lambert
Alias: Кузница (Kuznitsa), Wraith, Forge

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Tomato
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Zoë does not give one iota of care about anyone other than herself. Having no close relations, no one she trusts enough to call friend, and no real job or other form of even marginal social contact has left her somewhat askew on what still counts as good or bad company. She's also a loner, preferring to stay in her lair and play video games, doodle, read, or other activities that require other people to participate. Part of this is the isolation her powers force on her, as even with practise she has not gotten full control of them, and tied as they are to her emotional state, her volatile temper makes her more dangerous than it would in a normal person.

She has no regard for property law, and steals whatever she desires, or the cash to get it. She maintains her cover identity only as a front for where she gets the money, and will happily buy illicit goods from whomever has them. While she doesn't take hallucinogenic drugs due to the loss of control of her powers, she is more than happy to do some of the lighter things. Whiskey, however much she might like drinking it, usually results in her having to buy new stuff or move.

Internally, Zoë is lonely, blaming her powers and not her behaviour for driving away everyone she once cared about. She misses her family, but the way they split left her very much blaming them incorrectly. She drives herself further into villainy every day, trying to drown her problems in wealth and booze, and is extremely self-destructive. If she's not stop, she may begin eroding her own rules, which include no killing women or children, no unnecessary harm (though her definition of necessary is different than the norm), and not robbing the poor. She likes to see herself as a "noble" thief, though she's as greedy as any of them. She also enjoys rubbing her getaways in the faces of heroes and the authorities, sometimes putting herself in more danger than she would normally get into even doing the job she's bragging about.

She is intelligent, far brighter than most, and enjoys logic puzzles and challenges to her mind. She's also bright enough to realise the path she's on is not one destined for a long life, but she depressive enough and far enough along to think she's stuck, and the buzz from getting away with things tends to chase away her doubts, at least temporarily. She is also smart enough to realise the advantages her stealth powers give her, and has attempted to keep them as secret as her identity, and has been so far successful at it.

While working and in combat, she tries to maintain the advantage of surprise as long as she can, manipulating civilians or staying invisible until she makes a decisive move, then fading back into obscurity when she can. If she can't, she will go for a blitz strike, creating heat, fire, smoke, and launching intense, focused attacks to stagger her opponent until they either cannot fight back or lose track of her long enough for her to slip away. She doesn't typically want to fight any longer than she absolutely has to, and will only go toe-to-toe if given no other way out. She refuses to purposefully kill, but she is well aware of how dangerous her fire powers are. She is much more comfortable using the threat of them than actually causing damage, but if she's forced to, she will not hesitate to burn those in her way.

Uniform/costume: Zoë wears normal, everyday colours and clothes when she's not working. When she is, her costume involves greys, browns, and muted other colours, varying clothes between jobs so she never has the same look twice in a row. Her body suit is black and grey with ember red seams. While the bodysuit is skintight(because that's what supers wear, right?), there are strategically placed pieces of armour, that both protect vital areas like her kidneys and joints, as well as disturb her body line enough that anyone who can see through her power can't identify her later on. She also wears a mask that covers her cheekbones, chin, eyebrows, forehead and hairline, bride of her nose, and ears, somewhat like a luchador mask. The nature of her powers make it so that she must leave the rest exposed. The body suit itself and all armour bits and made by an inventor she comissioned to be completely fireproof.

In combat, she will slag metal into plates, cool them off, and use them as armour, either keeping them on her or floating just away from her.





Origin Info/Details:

Zoë grew up very well, in a nice country/suburban home outside Orléans, and spent summers at her grandfather's vineyard along with her brother, though a fight about schooling stopped those visits when she was twelve. While she loved both her parents and her grandfather very much, the rift between them was enough to drive her to sullenness, and she began acting out more than most teenagers would, typically with petty crimes and defiance of her parent's authority. Shortly after her fifteenth birthday, she joined Les Chiens Sanglants, a local gang, and within a year had fought with her brother, had a huge row with her parents, and ran away to be with her gang full time.

Her turning sixteen, after a month with the gang, brought with it unexpected changes, her powers awakening full bloom during a fight with another girl who had insinuated she was sleeping her way up the ranks, an accusation both untrue and offensive. Not knowing what was happening, but having some instinctive grasp on her newfound abilities, not everyone was killed in the resulting blaze, but she found herself homeless. However, power called her subconciously, and after a month of practise, she had mastered all but the more subtle aspects of her powers, and swiftly turned it to making herself more comfortable.

With cunning manipulations and several low profile robberies, she amassed a small fortune, and set herself up as a "mercenary villain", handing out her number to select trustworthy individuals and remaining on call for jobs. She has worked several of these, and her front as a legitimate painter with an unknowing agent, along with private investing, covers her profits quite well. Aside from smash-and-grabs and bank robberies, she has done jobs ranging from blackmail and spy-work to smuggling small, high value items and arson. She is building a reputation as a volatile but trustworthy "co-worker", and is careful to avoid any connection to her civilian identity.

Zoë's hobbies include painting, glasswork, and pottery, cello and oboe (her parent's insistence), and video gaming. Despite her easily frustrated nature, she seems to have enough patience for these tasks. She is also fluent in her native French, Russian, and English, knows her way around a computer, is good enough with numbers to invest privately and successfully, and smart enough to cover both of her identities so their "off times" don't coincide enough to arouse suspicion. She is well versed in physics, as her powers required her to have some knowledge of thermodynamics, and she is also knowledgeable in calculus, biology, chemistry, and geology, though she has no formal secondary schooling in these subjects.

She is power hungry, and is actively attempting to learn how to be a successful criminal mastermind, though it has been slow going because of her cautionary attitude. She is willing to take the long road, however, and has set herself up with a third identity, Wraith, in order to manipulate gangs, villains, and the like and try to gain her own territory in her adopted home of Los Angeles. She is careful to only speak Russian or English on jobs, so as to avoid anyone looking for a French girl.

Hero Type: Energy (fire), Psychic, Other(maybe shapeshifter)
Power Level : World
Powers (Be Specific):



Attributes:


Resources: Large: Aside from a very comfortable savings account in a Swiss Bank, she has several tens of thousands of dollars in cash stashed away, stolen goods worth a few grand in and of themselves, and invested assets that bring her close to a total of one million.

Weaknesses:
-While she is capable of melting knives, and is terrifying if she gets riled up, Zoë has no super power directly related to toughness, and if caught unawares, a single bullet does as much damage to her as to anyone else.

-As stated above, any psychic character can see through her telepathic projections

-While she may be immune to heat and cold, and can burn gases and some poisons out of her system, non-temperature poisons or heat-activated ones are still just as effective. Electricity, as well, maintains its effects, though it won't burn her so much as scramble her nerves, or, if powerful enough, give her seizures or possibly kill her outright.

-She is emotionally unstable, and can be driven over certain edges. Anyone with access to her background and sensitive details could easily push her and manipulate her.

-It is technically possible, if one could find a way to stop her powers from working, to completely disable all of them, excepting that her immunity to temperatures would carry through as a protection against her own powers. Done right, this could trap her in a block of steel.

-She still needs to breathe, eat, sleep, etc, just like normal people.

-While she is immune to smoke inhalation damage itself, anything toxic from burning materials can still harm her.

-Heat from radioactive materials may not burn her, but she is still vulnerable to all the other horrifying side effects from them.

Supporting Characters:
There are plenty of FBI and Interpol agents trying to find her, though not with much luck.
Her estranged family, living in Orléans:
-Mother: Amélie Lambert (43), works at La Scène du Meroubre as a manager
-Father: Hugo Lambert (44), works as a delivery driver.
-Older Brother: Théo (24), an accountant at a law firm in Paris.
-Younger Sister: Émile (18), just starting college, but secretly also has ice powers in almost the reverse of her sister's fire powers
-Maternal Grandfather: Gaspar Moreau (67), owns a small vineyard outside Marseilles

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Character Personality: Darya is a sweet girl, caring and loving of all humans regardless of their faults, though she has a core of hatred for those who inflict needless suffering on their fellow humans and defenseless creatures of the world. Being raised with her grandmother, she grew up believing that magic was still real, and while she has not encountered it yet, she will be delighted to know that her grandmother was correct. She enjoys music and dancing, loves cooking, and is all in all the mother of the multitude of friends she has. Despite how exhausting this is, she would never dream of letting them down.

Her flavour of love, however, is a tough one. She is more than willing to call others out on their stupidity, though out of care for them instead of mocking. She is deeply spiritual, though not necessarily religious. The Islamic mosque she attends in her hometown is more of a way to stay social in her college career rather than a desire to attain Heaven, and she has deeply seated concerns about most religions.

Uniform/costume: She's working on one, but so far, she has not gotten a good design yet, and is relying on a ski mask and baggy clothes.

Origin Info/Details: Darya was born to a caring family who had recently fled the violence and foolishness of their home in Iran, and were making do as they could in America. They settled in New York at first, where Darya was born, but economics forced them further away, until they finally settled in Albuquerque, New Mexico. There is where Darya and her younger brother grew up. Her father and mother were victims of racially motivated hate crimes when she was thirteen, but thankfully, her family had been steadily filtering over, and several uncles and aunts were around to help her grandmother.

Darya's grandmother always had the air of a mystic, and she raised her grandchildren on stories of the old country, of Persia, of great kings and djinn, and other fantasies. She always held that the family was descended from the Sassanid dynasty, though no proof was ever forthcoming and no one believes it any more than they do her other fairy tales. However, Darya believes at least that magic exists, and that her grandmother has seen it, and her beliefs were further driven home when she developed her powers at age nineteen.

Walking to work at her uncle Yousef's coffee bar one day, the periodic heavy rains of Albuquerque came down hard and heavy while Darya was completely unprepared. She made a mad dash down an alley, attempting to find cover, only to find to her extreme surprise that she was still completely dry, despite water pouring from the sky in buckets. She swept her arms a few times and watched in wonder as the standing water on the ground and that still falling responded to her motions as if she was in that one Nickelodeon cartoon.

She hid her newfound abilities for a few weeks, but finally, guilt and excitement drove her to tell her uncle where she was disappearing to on her breaks, and why. He was relieved, momentarily, to find she wasn't off having sex or smoking drugs, but relief swiftly turned to abject horror as he realised the implications of what had occurred. A family meeting was called, and various comments and demands were made before Darya's grandmother, matriarch and undisputed authority in the family, ordered Darya to decide for herself. Darya, being who she is, decided to balance family and duty and hero-work.

Currently, Darya serves as one of a very limited number of heroes in the southwest, most of whom belong to the United Southwestern Hero Association. They have been actively trying to recruit Tiamat, but the family, even Fatemeh, are concerned about fulltime heroing and what effects that might have on Darya's future. The Hounds attacks on other metas, however, has driven all the fear out of the whole clan; as much as anyone else, they see the same lunacy that threatens their homeland, and no member of the family would dare argue that they nee to be stopped. And so Darya has been thrust onto the world stage, hesitant but ready to do her part.

Hero Type: Elemental: Water
Power Level: World

Powers:


**Note**: Darya is aware of her control over water, though not about its lack of limitations, and is not aware of her control over other liquids or her ability to do much with solids and semisolids except that she has played with ice and steam. She is not at all aware of her molecular control, and is only vaguely aware of how much her body has adapted to her power.

Skills:
Darya is well versed in her native languages, Farsi and English, and passable with Middle Persian (her grandmother insisted).

She is well trained by her uncles in weapons handling for modern small arms such as pistols and shotguns, knives, and hand to hand combat forms (Krav Maga and Aikido).

She is an extremely good cook, especially with Mediterranean dishes but can turn pretty much anything that is food into amazing dishes, if a bit unorthodox.

She is good at playing doumbek, oud, qanoun, and Moroccan oboe, though none at any sort of professional level. She's also a fair turn-of-the-hips at belly dancing, even if she's a bit too skinny for it.

She has some scholarly interest in philosophy, ethics, poetry, biology, chemistry, and physics, but has not actively pursued any of these.

Attributes (Select one at each category):


Weaknesses:

The obvious one is that she can only manipulate things in a liquid state, and while she can change some of those, solid objects like steel are impossible for her to convert to liquid, as they contain no water, and thus she cannot control them.

Sand, is, oddly, one of her worst weaknesses, both because of its ability to absorb water and because, whatever mysterious thing causes her powers also will severely weaken or even stop working entirely should she get more than a few hundred grains of it in contact with her skin. Currently, she has not given this knowledge to anyone.

While a bit faster and tougher than most people, Narya is proof against no bullet, blade, or even fist, and takes damage as normal.

Supporting Characters:
Darya has a huge clan she comes from:
Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins

Parents

Their Children

Grandparents


In addition, Darya has worked alongside the USHA on occasion, whose member include:

Appearance:

Charlene dresses in layers, old clothes, and uses a mask to cover her mouth and nose. Protecting her identity and protecting herself from old molds, dust and other dangerous airborne contaminants found in dilapidated areas. Wears a pair of goggles for the same reasons. Safety first!

She wears a long hooded sweater, old shirt and skirt with leggings. On her feet are beat up pair of running shoes, alternatively also wears steel toed boots. Often covered in a thin layer of dirt or dust.



Age: 24
Hair: Long dirty blonde hair
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’1” - 183 cm
Weight: 155 lbs

Slim face, bright green eyes with a splash of freckles across her nose. Charlene has strong arms and legs, years training under her mother’s heavy staff. Urban exploration has lent well to keeping her active and lithe. Quick to solve a problem and just as quick to swing her staff under your feet.

Origin/History:

Charlene Croll was born in Lost Haven to a long line of Crolls, a very proud and long standing family of alchemists. Born with magic in her veins, a knack for understanding the building blocks of the world around her.

Her mother, Julianne Croll married Keith Lancaster - Keith hailing from a family of enchanters, accustomed to the strange and arcane. When their circles intermingled, a whirlwind romance swept away the pair, as Nathaniel often refers to when Julianne met Keith. They married young, had children young and unfortunately for Julianne, Charlene and Harriet, Keith died young as well. Charlene attended her father’s funeral at age 9. Keith died when he was caught in debris, property damage collateral from metahumans fighting in the city.

Nathaniel, Julianne’s father, had lost his wife some years before they were married and helped raise Charlene and Harriet when Keith passed. Together Julianne and Nathaniel ran the knick knack and repair shop - Croll Corner. Teaching Charlene and eventually Harriet the biggest trade secret they had, Alchemy.

The little family did well enough for themselves, struggling when Lost Haven population became saturated with metahumans, followed thereafter with events like D-Day rocking the city. Riots in the streets by local gangs, cosmic horrors waltzing down mainstreet. The events had insurance premiums hit a record breaking high. But still they carried on, relatively alright save for Croll Corner, being looted during the riots. Julianne and Charlene were able to fend off the attackers but not before they stole the cash register. Nathaniel and Julianne vehement about keeping Harriet and Charlene well away from metahumans and all the problems that came with it.

Julianne taught Charlene and eventually Harriet when she was old enough, self defense and how to fight with staves. While Nathaniel and Julianne focused on their alchemy education, kept them distracted from the city and it’s rampant problems in crime and gang activity. Charlene picked and started crafting her Magnum Opus staff at 11, deciding on sycamore wood.

The Magnum Opus Staff is a family tradition, built around passing on knowledge to the next generation. The staves not only representative of the alchemist’s life but their preferred tool. The staff’s properties are added to, changed and modified throughout their lives. As they grow older the more thought and time is put into modifying it to strike a balance with the previous modifications made. Some Croll’s only add to it when they discover a new equation or make strides in their research while others choose to mark important life events upon their staff. The staves are individual as their wielders, often passing the staff onto the next generation to use.

For school, Charlene studied her way through high school and eventually attending Lost Haven University, she worked part time in the shop and other places to pay for her education with only minimal government assistance. Graduated recently, as of June..

Charlene remembers her father well, looks after her kid sister while making a few extra bucks from scavenging. In spite of having good reason to keep to her own business, Charlene wants to join the fray if not only to protect her family from groups like Hounds of Humanity or the gang wars knocking at their door, but to mark herself apart of something larger. Her pride as a Croll Alchemist would hardly allow for anything else.

Character you have created: Alice Rackham

Alias: Captain Ally “Black Bonnet” Rackham

Speech Color: Not determined yet.

Character Alignment: WTL (She's not overtly evil, anyway)
Identity: Glorying in infamy!

Character Personality: Alice is, in almost every way, larger than life, and loves living to the fullest and in the moment. When she's not off raiding, she enjoys tinkering with anything and everything near by, especially at her workshop. She enjoys both modern and classical music, tending to swing between ballroom waltzes and heavy metal when the mood strikes her. She is utterly fearless, and enjoys hardship and difficult adversaries, sensing adventure in the opportunity.

Alice treats her crew like a bunch of favoured nephews and nieces, and insists that, while not infringing on their freedoms outside of shipboard duty, that they stay healthy. "Just because we're pirates doesn't mean we have to act like we're in the Seventeenth Century, you jackanapes," as she has been recorded saying. She believes fiercely in freedom, well and beyond what modern democracies espouse and hewing much closer to general anarchy, though onboard the Revenge, she maintains absolute authority, even if she doesn't exercise it unless she has to. That said, traitors and mutineers are dealt with harshly. And while she is okay with kidnapping, the slave trade is a thorn in her side, and any other modern pirates who try to take slaves in her territory risk being summarily executed. It is this "freelance privateering", added to the fact that much of her raiding is done to military and/or foreign targets, that has led to a sudden lack of resources to fight her in local governments in the Caribbean.

She, unfortunately, also suffering from bipolar disorder, and from what psychologists will say, some form of severe psychosis and delusional behaviour. While not true entirely, she is very much ungrounded from reality much of the time, as evidenced by her career alone. Thankfully, despite her isolation as a captain, necessarily separated emotionally from her crew, her 'delusions' keep her company and give her guidance. She considers herself a sort of priestess, as well as a protector, of the ocean, and will viciously punish those who abuse the sea.

Uniform/costume: Alice wears full pirate captain regalia, with a wide brimmed hat clipped up on the right side and several long black-dyed peacock feathers running off the black fabric. Her coat is bloody red, hangs down to her thighs, and she wears black pants under it, tucked into the classic knee-high fold-over boots. Her torso is crossed over by two bandoleers carrying custom-made flintlock pistols, and a wide leather belt carries two more pairs of those and her pair of cutlasses. She wears her hair in a loose cloud under her hat, though on occasion she will, in a nod to Blackbeard, braid it down and tie slow-burn fuses into it.

Origin Info/Details: Alice was born into a well-to-do middle class family in Galveston, Texas. The eldest of three children, she grew up knowing very little of her family history, until in high school she was required to read Treasure Island for a book report. She was utterly enraptured by the pirating lifestyle, and swiftly became obsessed. She researched tirelessly, and when she came across the stories of “Calico Jack” Rackham, and noticed the similar surname, she began digging into her own family history, where she made a surprising discovery.

Not only was she directly descended from Rackham and Anne Bonny's child, but several other bloodlines had tied into hers over the last several centuries. Through exhaustive digging through records that had long been buried, she found that she was also the descendant of some of the most illustrious pirates who ever lived. Evidence became solid for her family ties to Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, Bartholomew Roberts, Jean Lafitte, Captain William Kidd, James Avery, Sir Henry Morgan, “Black” Sam Bellamy, and John Taylor. The sheer unlikelihood of this union of trees seemed impossible, but she managed to confirm it multiple times through responsible sources. Her high school project for her senior history class was this entire documentation.

Just before she graduated, her parents managed to win a lottery prize at a whopping three hundred and eighty-five million dollars. Immediately after her graduation, the entire family, inspired by her findings, decided to move to a private residence just outside Nassau, in the Caribbean. This was, however, unfortunate. During a family outing that Alice herself was unable to attend due to illness, the family was kidnapped and killed. Legends about her state this, along with her fever, is was caused her to snap, and become Black Bonnet.

Alice was always a bright child, but following her inheritance, she made massive leaps forward as she feverishly studied mechanical engineering and materials science, ostensibly for college, but she soon figured out that she didn't even need to attend. She managed to actually test out of her entire Bachelor's of Applied Science, and then disappeared for quite some time. The only evidence she was still alive was a steady draining of the interests on her fortune, carefully managed by a hired advisor.

Almost three years to the day of her family's murder, her ship set sail out of Tortuga, raiding and pillaging. She only took volunteer crew, but as it turned out there were many in the Caribbean who were romanced by the idea and grandeur of her ship and by the thought of escaping poverty and the rule of law. Now, Black Bonnet Rackham sails throughout the Caribbean, sowing terror and taking plunder wherever she wishes, seemingly completely unfazed by the multiple attempts of multinational navies to try and bring her in or sink her, and basking in the adoration of those who see her career as a sort of 'reality escape', living a dream most thought long dead: the free pirate.

Hero Type: Grey Matter and (maybe) Supernatural/Mystic

Power Level: Street(on land), world(at sea)

Powers:


Skills: (Because these really don't count as powers


Attributes:


Resources: Extreme; aside from her inherited fortune (most of which was dumped into the ship), she has her financial advisor managing stocks, bonds, and several Cayman and Swiss bank accounts. These are cunningly manipulated so that international authorities can't freeze them. And there's plunder, as well.

Weaknesses: Aside from her armoured clothing, she is a normal human being, and can be killed or wounded as easily as any other.

She is, even if not quite as mad as some fear, extremely delusional, and any attempt to bring her back to modern sensibilities is doomed to failure.

Following with her delusions, Alice has a flashpan temper when it comes to her ship, or her crew, and is fiercely protective of both.

She has a severe peanut allergy.

Pirate Information:

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
While her family may be dead, there are multitudes of people who interact with Alice on a daily basis, even aside from her Gods.

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Other: I will make NPC sheets for the spirits when and if the story makes it seem necessary.

"There's no clouds in my sky!"

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Character you have created: Garfield Ubally Miller Ballsworth
Alias: Gum
Speech Color: 48D1CC
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Known
Character Personality: Gum is an imaginative, adventurous, boastful young boy who is always getting into things he should and rarely, if ever, doing what he's supposed to do. Despite growing up in a harsh urban environment Gum is somewhat naive and incredibly optimistic. Easily believing or buying into anything he thinks is cool or exciting.

In spite of his gullibility, Gum himself is very perceptive and thanks to his mischievous nature, can be rather deceptive himself. He possesses a love of tricks and a quick wit that lends itself very well towards slight of hand maneuvers and clever distractions. The boy has a tendency to go too far or get way in over his head, often failing to read a room or a situation before acting.

While his mindset can often lead to him making foolish, short sighted decisions Gum is good natured at heart and has yet to really begin thinking about the hard truths of life.

Physical Appearance: Gum is a young boy standing 5,5 with light skin, a gaunt but athletic build, and cyan colored hair cut in a short, choppy fashion that you'd expect to see on a 7th grader. His eyes are an unusual maroon shade that's often mistaken for a very strange shade of brown purely on reflex by most people. His eye and hair color are the result of a violent mutation, so the cyan color also extends to the rest of Gum's body hair as well (not that he has any yet being 13).

Besides his unusual eye and hair color Gum also possesses a long noodley prehensile cat tail, retractable claws on his hands and feet, and an additional pair of feline ears sticking up out the top of his head. The claws in his hands and feet are in proper proportion to the rest of his body, they're made of ultra hard keratin and appear white. His ears and tail are covered in the same cyan colored hair that covers his head.

Costume:

Normal Attire- Gum's casual every day clothes consists of a beige sweater, a brown wool knit cap, a pair of baggy cargo pants with a belt, and a worn sneakers that look like they're about to fall apart. This choice of clothes is half necessity and half practicality as his family doesn't have a lot of money to spend on clothes and he needs to keep people from seeing his feline features. The cap hides his 'other' ears and his cargo pants gives plenty of room to stuff his tail away.

'Adventure Attire'- When Gum wants to go out and do something mischievous, he changes his clothes into something more comfortable. A long sleeved black shirt he found in the trash, a pair of worn jeans with their knees worn out, and a pair of boots that have been cut up and lashed around his feet to make them fit. Adorning his knees and elbows are athletic pads he found in the trash and a black strip of cloth has been tied around his head to hide his mouth and obscure his facial features to a point. In his attire his ears are out and his tail sticks out the back of his jeans.

Origin Info/Details:
Gum was born to Nicky and Richy Ballsworth. The two were a young couple who'd moved to Pacific Point to take advantage of the wealth of jobs and opportunity there. Nicky had just gotten her degree in bio chemistry and sought a job at one of the research labs in the city, all the while Richy wished to pursue a career in business and stock trading. For a time the two did very well and made enough money to live comfortably in a pretty nice apartment.

However in spite of their financial and career success, they had very little time to spend with their son Garfield, who was left with friends or at home all alone while they were at work. Even after they had a baby girl and had someone a home watching their kids regularly, it seemed like every time they turned their backs their son was getting into something. He had a habit of getting out of the house and getting into places he shouldn't, following around complete strangers like he was gum stuck to the bottom of their shoes.

It got to the point he began to call himself Gum and his parents wound up doing the same eventually out of habit. Then the economy took a nose dive. Nicky lost her job due to the mysterious shut down of the lab she worked at and Richy's stock predictions were thrown off and they lost a tremendous amount of money on the stock market. Richy fell into a deep depression, Nicky had to settle for working at a local chemical plant, and they had to move to a smaller apartment in a pretty bad neighborhood.

Despite making less money, Richy suffering from depression, and living in a crappy apartment, Gum was rather happy to have his parents around more often. Even though he didn't like how they began to scold and actively punish him for his stupid behavior, he did enjoy being able to come home after a horrible day at school and get a hug from his mom and dad.

After a particularly stupid stunt that involved make-shift fire crackers and one of his little sister's dolls, Gum was forced to help his mother volunteer at a local animal shelter. The place was run down and didn't get a lot of funding, worse yet some of the newer animals there had been injured by people effected by Doctor Diplodoc ludicrous scheme.

Doing what his mother asked Gum helped around the shelter as best he could before growing bored and wandering off to play with some of the animals. There was one animal in particular that stood out amongst the rest. A ratty, grey furred cat with strange almost human eyes. It squatted in it's cage radiating a foul temperament and constantly growling.

Gum, like everyone else, assumed it was just a cat and just like everyone else he was wrong. The feline was, or had once been, a human. Altered by Doctor D's serum to the point they no longer resembled or thought like anything human. As Gum opened the door of the creature's cage it reacted on instinct, leaping and sinking it's fangs into the young boy's arm.

The bite was surprisingly deep and shortly after returning home Gum began to grow ill. Before Nicky could take Gum to a hospital a vicious riot broke out on their street that kept them from leaving their home. During this time Gum grew increasingly sick, experiencing strange and sudden pains all over his body, vomiting and defecating uncontrollably, before gaining a frightening temperature and going temporarily blind.

By the time the riots had ended and they were able to take him to a hospital, Gum had physically changed. His hair had turned a strange blue color, his eyes were a dark maroon, and he'd grown claws, a tail, and another set of ears. Fearful of having her killed by radicals, Nicky didn't take him to the hospital and had Gum hide his new features. Calling in a few favors, Nicky managed to run some tests and found out her son had been infected with a wildly mutated strain of toxoplasmosis which had either activated a power he already had as a result of the domes or somehow contaminated him with a substance similar to Doctor D's serum.

Whatever the case Gum was a meta human.

As his mother struggled with what to do about her son's mutation, Gum has been experimenting and enjoying his new features. Lately he's been teasing the idea of using his new found 'powers' to become a super hero...

Hero Type: Acrobat
Power Level: B. City Level
Powers:
-Animal Characteristics-

Cat Ears: Alongside his regular ears Gum has a set of feline ears on top of his head. These ears have a greater sensitivity than his human ears and allow him to hear frequencies and noises that would otherwise be impossible for a human to detect.

Cat Claws: Retractable claws are present on Gum's fingers and toes. They are in proper proportion with his body and while not overly long or any sharper than a natural claw would be, they are still very useful as natural weapons.

Cat Tail: Gum has a long, cat like tail with fur matching his now cyan colored hair. While obtrusive at times and often complicates wearing pants, his new tail gives him an incredible sense of balance. On top of that he also has great control over it, able to move it and coil it around things.

Cat Eyes: While Gum's eyes didn't change to match that of a cat's externally, they changed just enough inside that he gained a similar type of low-light vision to what felines possess. This effectively gives allows him to see in the dark, giving him a significant advantage at night or in poorly lit areas.

-Regenerative Healing-
Gum's immune system and the rate at which his body recovers from injuries was enhanced as an additional side effect of the toxoplasmosis strain that mutated his body. What would normally take weeks to heal now only take a matter of days and otherwise crippling injuries now heal with no noticeable loss in body capability or motor function.

-Enhanced Physical Abilities-
Gum's strength, speed, agility, and reaction times have been enhanced beyond those of a normal human being. They're minor compared to other super powered individuals but they grant high greater suitability and capability for someone his age.

Attributes:

Weaknesses: Gum isn't even a proper teenager yet. He's a young boy with the powers of a glorified house cat. Against most enemies he's outclassed in ability, skill, and size. The boy's tenancy to act on his emotions without taking the details of a situation into account leads to very rash decision making, and a penchant for inappropriate responses and retribution.
Supporting Characters:
Mother (Nicky)- Always working, always worrying.
Father (Richy)- Stays at home, sleeping most of the time.
Little Sister (Annalis)- Young, annoying, terrifyingly intelligent for a girl her age.
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Sample Post:
(Note: Not actually canon. This is written purely as a description of my writing style.)

Pacific Point- Siftroot Apartment 101

In a small apartment, in the center of an even smaller room, was a bundle of blankets in the center of a tattered bed. The blankets shifted and moved with the breathing of the being inside of it which slept peacefully, quietly, even as minutes began to roll by like seconds. Slowly the digital dials of the nearby bedside alarm clock began to roll up until, with a soft mechanical click, the radio began to speak.

"H-hi this is Pacific Point Radio and I'm your host, B-blot. Your old host-uh, Jeff, was in a tragic accident yesterday. And by tragic accident I mean a man claiming to be a 'Hound of Humanity' broke into the studio, cut off Jeff's face, and threw it out the window into oncoming traffic saying he was an abomination. So here I am, sitting at a desk still covered in dried blood wondering when they're going to find Jeff's face, and ready to give you the morning news"

The cocoon of blankets pulsed and a small arm reached out towards the radio. It's finger smashed down into the snooze button, sharp milky white claws jutting out of the fingertips from the force, but the radio continued to play.

"Uh, well there's not a lot to report honestly. A few of the Neo Seattle Seahawks were killed in a car accident, and apparently there's going to be a meteor shower tonight-which we won't see because we live in the city."

Slamming on the radio several times with clawed finger tips the hand pulled back and braced against the head as a head popped out from beneath the covers.

Garfield Ubally Miller Ballsworth, or Gum as he'd been determined to call himself, glowered at the alarm clock as the warmth he'd collected in his personal little nest was sucked from his face by the frigid room. He stood up, determined to smite the cheap electronic contraption for waking him up, but as soon as the rest of his body was exposed to the frigid air of the room all desire to do anything was sucked from his soul.

"So there you have it folks. This day is starting with 1981's Mike Post's forgotten hit "Believe or Not", because believe it or not that naked man made off with more then just Jeff's face..."

Breathing a visible sigh of defeat, Gum waddled over to the full length mirror beside his bed and looked at himself as music from the radio began to play...








A young boy of thirteen stared back at Gum with narrowed maroon eyes. He had a brilliant head of cyan colored hair, short but perky feline ears sticking up out of his skull like Halloween decorations, and a long thinly furred tail that swiveled and shook in the freezing air of his bedroom. Had he not woken up to the sight a dozen times since his illness, Gum would have assumed a stranger was staring back at him from the mirror.

He couldn't help but grin as he saw himself not wondering for a second what the future held for him. He didn't know what he'd changed, if the changes had stopped, or what would happen if people outside his family knew he'd changed.

Any other boy would have had fear begun to breed inside him, but Gum only smiled as the music from the radio swelled. He looked out the window as the morning sun began to peak out from behind horizon. Orange rays illuminated Pacific Point, his city, the home he'd always known and now felt he could 'save' with his powers.

And he would save this city. Save the whole world! All it would take was a little time, a lot of bravery, and most importantly-

"Gum? Gum! Are you awake yet? You're going to be late for school!"

A day off.