Name: Ace Cassidy (Self Given Name, Real Name Unknown)

Freak Label: Ace

Age: 19

Faction: Freak

Ability: Ace fingerbangs people, literally. He points his fingers at targets and glowing energy bullets fire out of his fingertips with pinpoint accuracy. That's pretty much the extent of his powers, however he's gotten pretty good with his "guns" being able to shoot one bullet then fire another bullet at the first one to aim it in a different direction, shoot moving targets while driving a motorcycle, and even shoot a man's gun out of his hand before he can even fire.

Mutation: His fingertips are gun barrels, as where there would normally be a fingertip there's just a hole for bullets to fire out of. His index and middle figers are very stiff and can't bend, but the other fingers and thumbs are fine. If you look inside it just looks like a gun barrel with no bullet inside, until Ace fires. Then a glowing blue bullet comes out and he blows your brains out for looking in his fingertips.

Weakness: If Ace gets touched by nylon rope he can't fire his guns, it has to be nylon in the form of rope specifically too. He's not gonna be disabled by a lady in stockings.

Personality: Ace just wants to be a cowboy, acts like a stereotypical cowboy in almost all situations. Kind of an asshole cowboy though, more like a bandit really, except for his need to help out his fellow freaks. If you're an Epic or normie he's gonna treat you like shit for the most part until he gets to know you. Freaks like himself though, he get's along with them off the bat, treatin them to a drink and maybe playing a game of horseshoes.

He's not completely old fashioned though, he enjoys modern conveniences such as motorcycles and electronic devices. He just adds a little western flair to everything he does.

Appearance: Ace's normal clothes and his costume are one in the same, a dark grey duster and black cowboy hat along with black cowboy boots and black jeans. He is about 5'5, has silver hair, and blue eyes. Ace is kinda pale because most of his skin is covered at all times. His most distinguishing characteristic is the scar over his right eye, looks like he got sliced with a blade and it barely missed the actual eyeball.

Background: It was a hot summer day in Texas when a 18 year old boy woke up in the middle of a field tied up and next to a jet black motorcycle with the keys left in. He had on a white t-shirt and some black jeans, nothing to tell him who he was or where he was from. After about half an hour of struggling to get himself free he succeeded and stood up to face the only other thing around. He hopped on the motorcycle and rode it like a natural, all the way to the nearest town. As he pulled up to a local tavern full of people dressed funny he was asked where he learned to ride at such a young age by an old coot with greying hair. The kid shrugged.

"I don't know partner, just hopped on the ol horse and rode off into the sunset." The old man laughed and complimented the kid. "Well wherever you learned, you're a real natural ace." The kid nodded. Ace was a good name. He reached out for a handshake when suddenly the old man staggered back with a disgusted look on his face. "What in the hell is wrong with yer fucking hands!?" Ace looked at his hands and noticed his fingertips were certainly different from the old man's, his had holes in em. Ace shrugged as the old man suddenly got in real close to him. "Listen here kid, we don't take kindly to Freaks around these parts. So I suggest you skedaddle on out of here before I rough you up real good."

Ace narrowed his eyes as the old man was way too close. "I don't know who you think you are buddy, but I suggest you back off before I make you back off!" He poked the man in the chest hard when suddenly a gunshot was heard throughout the tavern. Ace's pointer finger was smoking and there was a hole in the old man's chest. The room was silent as Ace got up and started going through the old man's pockets. A minute later and he had put on the old man's hat, boots, duster, and he had taken his wallet. The guy's name was Cassidy. "Well that's a fine name you got there. Don't seem like you need it anymore unfortunately, so I'll just take it off your hands." Ace laughed as he said this and walked out of the tavern with a vicious grin.

He looked at a drunk man hanging around outside the tavern and asked them a question. "Where are Freaks treated the worst in this lawless wasteland?" After the man rambled on for a bit about Epics, Freaks, and The High, he mentioned the name Epic City. So that's where Ace set off towards, to bring law and order to a town of Freaks and Epics.

Resembling humans, the harpies of EC have grey, iridescent wings instead of arms, a tail fanning out from above avian legs. They all appear female, though this is because they follow avian anatomy instead of mammalian. They're not very bright, and favour plant life and carrion, though they do scavenge sickly or unlucky homeless people who can't chase them off.

A snapping turtle the size of a minibus capable of burping fireballs and possessing a hard shell that reflects energy attacks. Usually contained in Central Park, where they periodically emerge to snack on trees and the wood in park benches.