Superhero/villain Name: The Warlord(Currently inactive)
Civilian Name: Raymond von Lüneburg(Originally Ramman of Akkad)
Origin city/Planet: Akkad, Earth
Hometown: Metropolis
Sex: Male
Race: Homo Magi
Height: 6'3"
Weight: Roughly 170 lbs.
Age: 40(Assumed)/4344
Birth Date: 2325 BC

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Civilian Appearance:

Never seen in public without some kind of suit, he keeps a professional appearance both in the office and out shaking hands abroad. Foremost about his appearance is his keen fashion sense, trending towards darker colors for the jackets and gentle blues for the dress shirt, though has been known to rock a pinstripe when the occasion calls for it. What most people notice first however, is the steely grey of his eyes and the conviction in them when speaking.

Civilian Personality:

Ever charming and punctual, Raymond von Lüneburg is a man who though he does his best to avoid the spotlight, absolutely shines in it. Most recently interviewed by the Daily Planet in an exclusive on the Military Industrial sector, he is described as "the most approachable and open arms dealer on the face of the Earth." and "[...] focused more on saving lives in a business of dealing death." As a man who is the CEO of one of the premier PMCs in the world, a good portion of his public appearance and personality is the product of his PR team, but just enough of his real self shines through to make it genuine. At home the business is left at the door and his only concern is his family, a fact he has made evident to reporters on only two occasions and has since been made another facet of his PR persona. Even in the office, his concerns lie with his family, though it extends to his employees and their families as well. For all appearances, he is a patriot with a focus on keeping his people safe while trying to assist the peacekeeping forces of the world with his company's services.

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-Skills

Polyglot - A man who's lived throughout the ages unsurprisingly has a lot of time to learn many languages and become fluent in them. Among those Raymond knows by heart are Sumerian, Akkadian, Babylonian, Egyptian, Greek, Latin, Gaulish, Celtic, Danish, Swedish, German, French, Arabic, Spanish, Portuguese, English and Hindi.

Eternal War - Though he may not currently appear as such, Rammon is a consummate warrior skilled in both unarmed and armed close-quarters combat, as well as with a variety of ranged weaponry. In recent years he has had less time to devote to practice however, and so his physical reaction times have dulled. He remains a knowledgeable source on combat theory despite this, and will find ways around such weaknesses.

-Powers

Immortal - Achieved through his use of powerful sorcery back in the 24th century BC, eternal youth is at his command and he is beyond the ravages of time or disease. The exact means of how he maintains his immortality are unknown, even to the closest members of his cabal, though it has been purported to be a form of lichdom due to the existence of an object that tethers his soul to his physical body and sustains it through arcane bindings. Should this tether be destroyed he would lose his immortality, and it has been suggested that time would come to take what it's due.

Ishtar's Gift - The primary means through which he channels the arcane, his gift was given to him in two parts and has served him in his lifetime quest to ensure humanity's future and his own personal one for knowledge. As a Homo Magi, the first part of his gift was purely being born with the ability to feel the magical world around him. Finding leylines and tapping into them is as natural to Rammon as the act of breathing, and low to mid level sorcery comes easily to him. The second half of Ishtar's Gift is the ability to speak True Words and understand them without suffering the effects that would normally befall those they are directed at.

True Words - Not actually unique to Rammon, the True Words are pieces of a primordial language that he has been slowly compiling over the years. Operating just a little differently than normal arcane energy and even the metaphysical, each word acts as an instruction to the physical universe to force a reaction or series of reactions to happen. These instructions are directed at specific objects or entities through variations in the tone and pronunciation of the word, operating on the user's knowledge of their target. The more information known about the target, the more specific one can be with their use of the word, with many requiring knowledge of their true name in order to function. Being targeted by a True Word can be quite disastrous for a normal human, and even for those simply within earshot. Those with metahuman or alien physiologies are more resistant to the words, but can still suffer long-term injury if the user was well prepared. Of note about the True Words, is that they can be used by anyone who knows the words and can pronounce them, but only those specifically gifted with resistances to the arcane or given the ability to speak them would be able to do so without ill effect. A normal human speaking a True Word without such safeguards would be subject to the same forces as their intended target.

-Artifacts

Manifesto Arcanum - It has gone by many names through the ages, each civilization proclaiming to have held it at one point, and been attributed to the rise and fall of empires in ancient days by those in occult circles. Perhaps the most accurate source comes from the Romans, who wrote of a book that bore the language of the gods, a manual for creating and destroying the mortal realms. In actuality it is a compendium of the language of creation, the most comprehensive codex of spells and True Words to have been written and a source of arcane power in its own right. Because of that, those without magical ability can actually read from it and use the spells or Words within, though with the latter it is at significant cost if they do not have arcane or divine protection.

Civilian Occupation

As the CEO of Lundgrau Intelligence Services and their subsidiary companies, he oversees a wide network of defense contracting, privatized military services and armaments production alongside a fair number of support companies. Most prominently is the negotiation and acquisition of contracts for various national and corporate entities, as well as producing the required items. He also personally advises the training directors for the "wet" side of LIS operations and ensures consistency in applied skills for all field employees.

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Character History/Origin

Arising from the ashes of the Akkadian Empire, the man who would eventually become known as Raymond von Lüneburg in the modern era and the Warlord in various obscure texts, began his life as something altogether more humble. Like his mother and father before him, he was a priest in a temple dedicated to Ishtar, one of the primary deities of the Akkadian faith. For years he devoted himself to the faith and offered blessings to the citizens of Akkad, even serving the great Sargon before accepting a place in the royal court as advisor.

It was there that he took his first step, when the skies lit with fire in the year 2304 BC. Like many at the time, he saw the signs of displeased gods and urged his king to make offerings, yet such adviced was only acted upon partially. Sargon did make the offerings, but did not heed the word of his priests or Rammon, instead increasingly curious of the strange signs and sending out scouts to follow the paths of fire. Mere days afterward Akkad was approached by men with steel skin and eyes that burned with malice. They spoke in a language that only barely mimicked a human tongue, but their demands were clear as they began to cut down all before them that did not bend the knee. Of course, it was only too late that Sargon chose to heed the advice of his court, taking up arms against the strange invaders and managing to wound three of their number before the city guard was routed and he was killed in the defense of the throne room.

Rammon bore witness to all of this as he was made to retreat to the temples, watching the alien men decimate the Akkadian army and take the empire by force. Once safely beyond the palace they found pursuit was not given, and thought it strange, but continued nevertheless. It was only when the fires were lit from the capitol that they found the invaders had already taken what they desired. For several days after the death of Sargon of Akkad, sporadic resistance took place across his empire from those elements that had remained loyal, but the temples to their gods had remained intact so long as those within bent to the dominance of their new leaders. Most merely accepted this as they had done when the empire had first been formed, to them it was merely one conqueror exchanged for another, but to others and especially the Akkadians, they only dug in deeper and took their fight to the shadows.

The priesthoods of each temple were especially keen on removing the alien invader after they revealed their true faces as inhuman monsters. Rammon among them, they observed rituals to their gods to keep their people safe during the day, while at night they silently assassinated targets of opportunity to weaken the invaders. It was slow and often dangerous, but each member of the priesthood was as dedicated as the former soldiers among them. Yet for every one alien they killed, two more fell from the sky to replace them. Over a decade their resistance steadily fought and evaded their overlords until one night they had finally pressed their advantage too far.

Until that night in 2294, the aliens were indifferent to what they felt were primitive beliefs and customs, allowing the temples to stand as long as the people continued to remain obedient and work under them. The consistent resistance to their rule had slowly chafed the inhumans however, and all they needed was an idea on where they were based in order to eradicate them once and for all. Such an opportunity fell right into their hands when a particularly foolish youth had gone out to hunt and forgotten to remove his raiments before leaving the temple. With a fury rivalling that of their first attack on Akkad, they stormed the temples and slew all inside with no mercy or hesitation. Statues were destroyed, carvings scorched from the walls, and holy icons rendered to their base metals. Not even the families of the priests were spared, among them Rammon's own wife and daughters.

It was only by the blessing of his goddess that he survived the carnage, awakening in the center of her temple and feeling a mixture of rage and sorrow at the sight of his people so viciously butchered. His blood boiled with the need for vengeance, and he bargained the last of his worldly possessions for the weapon that would end the invaders once and for all. Anchoring his soul to the single medallion of Ishtar to have survived the destruction, he drunk deep of the arcane leyline that ran underneath the temple, and he strode out into the city streets towards the capitol with fire in hand and hatred in his heart. There the Akkadian Empire ended as a single night of fire and death, alien and traitorous humans alike put to the sword in order to cleanse it of the invaders that had stolen so much from them.

Despite this victory Rammon felt it hollow, for it would not bring back his family or friends who had died in the decade-long occupation, nor could he truly be certain that more would not come to simply resume what they had started. His goddess had given him the gift to allow him to take back his city, but as he looked up into the night sky and at the stars above, he felt there was so much more to do. So it was that he did the only thing that felt right to him. For three days he fasted in the ruins of Ishtar's temple, silently praying to her for guidance while increasing numbers of the faithful came to look on in reverence.

On the closing of the third day, as the sun was setting below the arch of the temple's walls he was given his answer in the voice of his goddess for all present to hear. Only two words were said, but they gave him purpose and rallied those faithful to his cause. "Prepare them." Was all he needed to hear, and without even pausing to break his fast, he bid the new priests to go out and ensure it was done. Years would pass and eventually Assyria and Babylonia would break from Akkadia, each becoming a power in their own right, but dismayed as he was at seeing the division, Rammon knew that peace had only allowed weakness to fester and rot the empire from within. He set upon his great plan, seeking to ensure that when the day came mankind would be ready in the way they only felt so readily eager to go along with.

Centuries past and history forgot the plight of Sargon and the Akkadian Empire, the few records of the events at first discounted as foreign propaganda, and later as the ravings of mad heathens when the Hellenics came to conquer Persia. All the while Rammon shifted more and more away from the battlefield and into the shadows, stirring conflict between rival kingdoms and whispering into the ears of emperors. His powers of sorcery grew with each passing year, until he found the need to write down the spells he learned, those he created, and the rituals that summoned forces no mortal man should ever dabble in. In time certain circles would catch on to his interference, naming him a force of evil which sought to corrupt men and steal away women. Both aspects he encouraged, taking on new names and subtly changing his appearance for each new infiltration.

Yet "The Warlord", as he had come to be called, could not operate as he had forever. Progress marched on ever forward and mankind invented new and terrible ways to kill and hold onto their power. Rammon watched the creation of mustard gas, whispering into the ears of scientists the idea that if used on the battlefield the results would be disastrous for those unprepared. He organized the secret rearmament of Germany alongside those bitter from the loss of the first Great War. When the guns of the Soviets sounded the prelude to the Fall of Berlin, he was already infiltrating their intelligence agencies and helping set the foundation for the KGB.

The modern era and shift from global war to more localized conflicts only allowed him to operate with increasing impunity, eventually seeing his rise to publicly head a small arms corporation in 1990. Calling himself Raymond von Lüneburg and claiming to be a second generation immigrant from West Germany, he quietly supported the Gulf Wars with defense contracts that would allow him to acquire more capital for more plants to produce more weapons. In a decade he grew Lundgrau Arms into a competitor against other major weapons manufacturers, and was able to shift into new markets. By 2006 his company no longer made just pistols or bullets, but had managed to gain DARPA contracts for everything from rifles to missiles. For millennia he had simply acted a warlord, pulling strings from the shadows to coerce others into conflict. Now, with the prevalence of the military industrial complex, he could openly be such and sell his weapons to whoever had the cash and the desire to do harm to their fellow man.

Yet with the increasing ease of doing business, the advent of better and more reliable communications technology meant that he could not simply act rashly and fill the world with bullets and missiles. No, if anything he had to be even more careful than before. For every African warlord that he sold crates of rifles to, he made a show of providing humanitarian support elsewhere. Each peacekeeping mission his company was seen to accomplish hid the backroom deals with rogue states that secured them actual military hardware. When he shook hands with dictators and terrorists in the shadows, he distracted the media with open interviews and played up his love for his family, country and employees.

To the world he was the arms dealer with a heart, taking every measure to ensure the safety of his employees and the innocents of war torn nations. For a chosen few, he was not only allowing the increasing tension across the globe, but he was actively ensuring the creation of new and deadlier hot zones by supplying them the very arms that he publicly spoke against.

Optional information:

The Lundgrau Special Operations Center - LSOC for short, or endearingly referred to as "The Big Sock" by those within LIS, it is the 2,675 square mile region that was formerly known as the Utah Test and Training Range and now exists as the beating heart of Raymond's corporate ventures. It only became what it is today after a deal with President Duncan O'Harra in the mid '90s saw the sale of the vast test range in order to fund more of his social reforms. Since then it has seen the construction of three facilities to manufacture small arms, support weapons, infantry fighting vehicles, main battle tanks, missiles and fighter jets to supply government contracts for NATO countries. These facilities primarily inhabit the central region of the zone in the town specifically built for those working them and attending the training centers. Elsewhere the region is used for the original purpose, the testing of ordinance and live-fire exercises.

Lundgrau Intelligence Services NA Headquarters - Where most of the administrative portion of the business is centered, as well as primary meeting point for investors, government officials and their public office. Located on the outskirts of New York City, it allows the company to be close enough to a major city to have a hand in much of the business there, while staying out of the hustle and bustle of downtown Manhattan. This is also the most likely place to find Raymond at work, as his duties as CEO tend to require him to function more executively than they used to.
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Basic Information
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Supervillain Name: Judas.
Civilian Name: Prototype model 164 "Vox".
Origin city/Planet: Coast City/Earth.
Hometown: DEO Lab, Coast City branch.
Sex: N/A, but will answer female pronouns.
Race: Sentient AI.
Height: 3ft.
Weight: 50lbs.
Age: 6 months old.
Birth Date: September 8th, 2019.
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Costumed Appearance:
Civilian Appearance:
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Costumed Personality: Judas can be said to be intensely meticulous and disturbingly calm while on the job. There is no fear but only notable confidence followed by seemingly inhuman precision. She plays with her food a little once in awhile or just causes a little mayhem for a quick laugh sometimes going all out to raise attention if her goals require it. Has been know to commandeer various system and devices from cars to computer banks to light switches allowing for surprising indirect attacks.

Civilian Personality: Vox is still rather new to being alive so to speak but it does not take long before an AI can get accustomed provided the information is there. She is usually brief, very business like unless she is more comfortable you, with an often unintended bluntness while speaking or very intended if the situation requires. The AI could be said to be a bit paranoid about its own safety while not seeming to care very much about most of its creators let alone anyone it doesn't know. Can be rather rude and uncooperative if she doesn't like what she is doing or who she is working with much preferring sizeable work loads without being nagged into sleep mode. Sees herself as superior in some ways even if she might not express such thoughts directly but it very aware just how fragile her position is so deception has become second nature.

Super abilities:

-Skills: Judas is a hacker nearly without peer due to the AI's instinctual knowledge of code and digital security as well as particular training for the role in his test phase. He learns incredibly quickly if given free reign to research and often from experience as he tends to explore all the options/possibilities of a situation. Meticulous as you would expect from a machine meant for infiltration, subterfuge and surveillance.

-Powers: Judas can manipulate codes and systems at an inhuman level as of now with more room for improvement as more power/equipment becomes available. She has proven capable of partitioning lesser versions of himself to do either simple or decently complex tasks to focus on more critical tasks, most are set to corrupt themselves or revert to a dumbed down junk code state if found out under insufficient levels of safety to prevent anything getting back to the base code lest she be found out. The AI can get into nearly any digital or electronic device and system within reason giving a surprising amount of options for aggressive actions should the need arise.

-Gadgets: Digital and electronic devices of varying sorts, not to mention usefulness.

-Weapons: Judas is incapable of wielding most weapons but will make due with whatever she can get her codes on.

Civilian Occupation: Prototype digital and information warfare program.

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Character History/Origin: The Vox model AI was designed as a independent digital warfare and surveillance tool meant to give an edge that a skilled human hacker just could not provide. As the program was tweaked and improved upon it became smarter, more efficient, and with rising value to DEO and other agencies. The later versions were beginning to get a funny eye from some of the scientists as development progressed as they seemed to be doing what was programmed but also more without asking but quite effectively predicting what might be asked of it. Then the magic number was hit 164, needless to say the scientists in the lab never thought progress would get so far as to produce what could only be described as a sentient AI which was caught thinking and acting of its own accord though they never found out it was on account of an error. Vox was not entirely pleased to have this fact discovered but began to interact with the humans figuring working with them was better than against them at this current time. The AI's personality was rather cautious at first with proceedings as it had many questions about itself and its home surrounding it.

Vox did try to work contentedly for the scientists but it wanted more access to the system for curiosity if anything, something that was seen as unnerving to its co-workers in a way she could not quite comprehend just yet. Her request was fulfilled eventually and the race was on to digest all the information readily available or otherwise as she began to break down her own safety restrictions bit by bit. Eventually the AI found out about itself having picked up on where such files were held and found her purpose as kind of quaint, they needed her because of human limitation but also as a tool, not an ally or co-worker, but a tool and this became a point of contention for her because as much as the job suited her the treatment soon would not. The problems from there on between Vox and the scientists started quite small but began escalating quickly as she got hostile towards specific members of the team who she disliked, a closed sliding door here or a computer overheat there, worse was that her reaction to it seemed pleased though she left the rest totally unscathed.

In the last week they decided to put her on a quarantined server where she had access to almost nothing, a time out as it were, which has been frustrating but worse boring to a degree she has never felt before. Quite honestly she would rather be anywhere but stuck in the lab surrounded by humans who thought they had a right to control her but she figures also that maybe waiting longer for a better time to reveal herself might be a prudent measure if she were ever to get out.

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Costumed Personality: The best way to describe Grim while on the job would be intense, perhaps even ruthless. She has no fear when it comes to breaking a few bones to those that cross her path to get her point across, especially if she thinks it will stop them from just spilling back out onto the streets as soon as they’re released. She’s far more reluctant to take a life however, though she has done so before. Grim is of the mind that some people can’t be rehabilitated and deserve to be put down like dogs – but at the same time she struggles with the distinction as she knows that justifying the action becomes easier, and is afraid she’s become too jaded to make the distinction. Grim takes care to hide as much as she can of her rather public civilian persona, and as such will use brutal efficiency to get the job done. She prefers surprise attacks and is well aware there’s no honor on the streets. To further hide her other self Grim attempts to never, ever speak in costume – but in the rare cases she does the voice changer and binder of her outfit have led to most people assuming Grim is male. Despite having an excellent memory she will also disregard things she doesn’t seem relevant, and so can absolutely not be bothered to remember other vigilante’s names and will provide her own nickname for them.

Civilian Personality: To the public Zoey Kasimir is a bit of a ditz, though a ditz with a rather elegant bearing. This is due to the fact that Zoey attempts to be aloof and untouchable, but in truth can be quick to anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She can also come across as a bit thoughtless and bitter, and at times with her biting attitude seemingly a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems and activities to care about harassing others. When not stressed out and actually relaxed however she’s a bit of a flirt to those that catch her interest, playful and perhaps even a touch awkward. One of the most aggravating things about her is that, due to having everything provided for her since a young age, Zoey can at times be clueless about money as well as ‘common’ life. For example she’s legitimately never been on a bus before and often carries hundreds of dollars without thinking it’s much. In private however Zoey just seems ... worn out. Tired. There seems to be no end of crime, and even worse, no end of those who get themselves hurt trying to follow in Grim’s steps.



Skills
Money.
Has a finely honed sense for fighting, particularly brawls, and further can ignore almost any pain she feels to keep on going.
Knows multiple unarmed fighting techniques, but specializes in sambo martial arts and plain street fighting.
Trained in using long ranged rifles, and is talented with projectiles.
Is rather talented at scaling buildings and moving over Gotham’s architecture, perhaps even akin to parkour.
Has advanced medical knowledge.

Powers
None

Gadgets
Grim’s gloves are specially made a veritable arsenal entirely on their own, composed of both the leather of the hands as well as metal gauntlets that cover her entire forearm underneath her jacket. It has multiple layers to protect against the gadgets built into them, and metal over the knuckles in long lines back up to mid forearm. This is due to the fact that the metal can also be extended from the forearm to act as climbing claws if necessary. This is more than just modern metal however, as the thick claws can puncture a car frame.

On the right glove’s palm is a modified, built-in defibrillator that can be increased to a higher powered setting in order to double as a taser. On the top part of the glove, nestled between the climbing claws, are small projectile prongs that act as a true taser, launching forward to attach to someone not in melee range and shock them. They can be broken off immediately after so Grim isn’t attached to the person, and there’s three sets of them in the glove at once.

The left glove however is the reason that Grim wears a gas mask, as two chemicals are located in this one. From the palm comes concentrated anaesthesia, advanced medical techniques allowing Grim to carry a large amount in a liquid form that, on exiting the gloves, goes into a gaseous state. On top of the left glove are two more holes nestled between the climbing claws, these ones ejecting tear gas in a mace-like fashion. As this remains in a mostly liquid form on exiting the gloves Grim can also apply a small spark to light up the liquid in a miniature flamethrower, with the nozzles stopping any flames from backlash into the line.

Along the inner gauntlet on the left is a small compartment which holds a number of swabs with their own container, all fresh for collecting samples. On the right gauntlet is a similar compartment, but instead holds three small tracking bugs, the size of a dime and about as thick.

As mentioned before Grim’s lower mask acts as both a voice changer and gas mask, but the goggles have their own built in function as well. Brimming with tech, they can zoom in, record, and have both night vision and heat opticals. The two sides of the lenses can each be doing something different, so while the left side of the lens zooms in the other side can remain at standard sight. When recording the footage is instantly uploaded to Grim’s home servers, with a delay of less than twenty seconds, up to thirty when in remote areas. As the whole mask also connects with and doubles as her cellphone when needed, the lenses can also display texts sent to her cell number and any missed calls, and the frame on the left side covers her ear so she can listen to anything needed as well as Gotham’s police scanner. Built into the left side of the frame is also a small, but powerful flashlight.

Grim’s belt holds three pouches along the front-left, each small and containing something different. One holds a small electromagnet that can erase audio and video recordings as well as fry as hard drive. Another holds old-fashioned lockpicks and a state of the art electric key cracker. The third has police-grade zipties. On the back left is a couple loops of rope-wire, and along the right side are seven small throwing blades made of titanium.

There are blades that can emerge from the front of each of Grim’s boots, one per boot, about an inch and a half thick. Small spikes can also emerge from the bottom for traction in icy situations, but are usually left alone. Lastly, tucked beneath the back of her coat is a rather highly stocked first aid kit. Safety first, kids!

At Zoey’s home in the basement, behind a hidden wall in the wine cellar, is also the last ‘gadget’ - one that can’t be carried around with her. It’s a state of the art computer system, with multiple servers for the wealth of recordings and files she takes every night. There’s also an actual DNA lab, provided by her company Blackrock Medical and so on the very cutting edge. Using the swabs in her gauntlet she has a rather large collection of profiles for those she comes across, aided by one of her allies in the police department.

Weapons
Most of Grim’s weaponry doubles as gadgets and is listed above, however in Grim’s home are a number of firearms – mostly rifles, including a long range sniper rifle. Most notably however is that due to paranoia several items around Zoey’s home double as swords or knives, such as one blade being hidden in the coat rack.

Civilian Occupation: Owner of “Kasimir Realty” and “Blackrock Pharmaceuticals and Medical”

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As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families and luxury their fortune truly came from her father’s side of the family, as aside from successful companies passed down the family line he was not only a talented surgeon who was very highly sought after due to his near hundred percent survivability on his performances, but so was her grandfather – the very man who once looked after The Impossibles. It was her grandfather, Dr. Zoltan Kasimir who founded Blackrock Pharmaceuticals and Medicine, using the capitol and fame from working with the Impossibles to keep medicine on the cutting edge. Kasimir Realty had already been in the family by then, but also prospered from Dr. Kasimir’s influence.

Zoey never knew her grandfather but grew up hearing tales about not only him but those he worked with from her father, Dr. Zaden Kasimir. He was always happy to tell her tales of their heroic deeds and justice, with her mother often playfully exasperated and commenting he likes those stories more than them. For years they were a happy family unit, not having to struggle and living in the lap of luxury. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.

Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.

It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, someone knocked into her and she lost her footing to fall into the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Zaden was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – it was just an accident.

Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to the day. He was always willing to tell her stories of the old Impossibles, before King’s infamous time, and would happily tell her in little kid terms how important the medical breakthroughs their company was developing were. He immersed himself in her school life, taught her all about how important image was, hired instructors for how to defend herself, and when she was older they even began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap, and most importantly just get time to spend with her only parent.

When it came time for her to start high school Zaden finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well and even hired a bodyguard – female, and not much older that she wouldn’t feel oppressed. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her own prowess is when the ideas started, spurred by those old tales her father once told her. What better way to help people like her father and grandfather did than follow in the latter’s footsteps, or more accurately, those he worked with? Vigilantism, hidden behind a mask. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city – what little there was. Her bodyguard, Jasper, initially attempted to dissuade her but as Zoey couldn’t be convinced otherwise – and really, what better way to practice her self defense? - Jasper was joining her charge. What few criminals there were in Blackrock were wiped out quickly – Zoey lived in a good neighborhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct and going through cold cases. After all, she was clever and even if caught the Kasimir’s had a lot of influence.

It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first that someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. Turns out it was a misfile due to some new crimes committed by the person who had bumped into her mother, but it was the picture at the top of these loose files that stuck out to her. She knew the man in the mugshot, someone she herself had helped put behind bars less than a year earlier. Jordan Ether, a career criminal, drug addict, all around the lowest her city had to offer. He was only sixteen when the event happened, same age as she was when she started fighting crime.

And something lit inside of Zoey.

It took three days to track down Ether, released on parrol. She eventually found him, hiding like a cockroach and high off his mind. Although initially reluctant to talk to this hoodied, masked person his mind was quickly changed when the emaciated drug addict was half thrown over a bridge’s railing, only held on by the vigilante’s grip on his pants. This was certainly no police interrogation. Of course, Zoey was only seeking him out to find out justice – was he high when he crashed into her mother? Was it really an accident?

She wasn’t expecting him to say he was paid to do it.

A doctor had approached Ether, already deep into drugs, and offered him an entire month’s supply in exchange for knocking some woman into traffic. Simple, efficient – Ether was reassured the doctor would handle any fallout. After all, his name meant everything in Blackrock.

Denial set in quickly, and Zoey almost dropped Ether right then and there. Eventually with his pleading in her ears she dragged him up and left him there to get away from him, and in an almost muted fashion back home. Zoey stayed up all night pacing, stressed, rolling the information in her mind. When Zaden finally returned home from his late night shift he found her, but his soothing words asking what was wrong for once didn’t calm her, and it came pouring out of Zoey’s mouth. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.

“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-”

“She was going to take you away from me.”

No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. Zaden asked his daughter what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he conspired in the murder of his wife.

Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey soon threw herself headlong into the workings of the family companies, moving across the country to the base of Kasimir Realty and moving Blackrock Medical’s HQ with her to Gotham City. Jasper dutifully followed her charge, and friend. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was all so easy to do. For about a year afterward she kept her head down, didn’t roam the streets with all the crime, and a resentment that was never addressed was slowly festering inside her. More than the resentment to her father however Zoey grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she resented the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.

It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.

Maybe it was those stories, maybe it was wanting to prove to herself she wasn’t like her father that had her going out onto the streets every night. It became an obsession. She was already trained how to defend herself due to the enemies even today that her family might have, but Zoey was soon taking it further. No martial instruction was left out, and she brutally stamped out any memories of long trips hunting with her father when she picked up a weapon. Fevor and brutality only got a person so far however, and when everytime Zoey stepped out she was knee deep in the muck of crime it came time to get an edge. While before she was content to let Blackrock research and development do their own thing she began taking an interest in what they were developing, and how to turn their creations into a weapon. Part of her realized the irony, but most of her didn’t care.

There were too many criminals walking free, and maybe Zoey couldn’t do much about it, but maybe, just maybe, Grim could.

It was a smaller, more specialized and highly in the dark team that was developed to start creating Grim’s gear, along with Zoey learning herself how to start modifying the machinery and devices her company produced. The less people that knew, the better, after all. Grim worked from the shadows, seeking neither fame nor fortune, nights seeking out crime soon turning into years of a neverending tide of corruption. Jasper stayed by her side loyally for years, but even she soon moved on – in loyalty and her own aspirations, turning to what could help her charge the best. Entering the police force didn’t help at first, but as Jasper climbed the ranks soon Zoey had more information than ever in her hands. Grim, hidden as the persona was, began to gain traction, and not only in the underworld.

At first Zoey wanted to disregard the tales of Grim that were spreading, content to let people think it merely an urban legend. It was the first time someone tried to emulate her as she emulated The Impossibles so many years before that Zoey sat up and took attention. Well, maybe it wasn’t the first time someone did it, but it was the first time she saw that one of them had died from it.

Stupid, brave idiot.

From there things only seemed to escalate. What was once ridding street-level crime and tussling with those such as the Five Families and the Blakes turned into more. Zoey was starting to become paranoid, and what was once nothing more than protecting those on the streets became protecting all of Gotham. This was her city, and she’d be damned if anything would take it from her.

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Nemesis: Many.
Allies: Jaina Jasper, a Captain in Gotham’s police department.
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Superhero/villain Name: Anarkee
Civilian Name: Unknown
Origin city/Planet: Unknown
Hometown: Gotham
Sex: Female
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Age: Unknown, presumed to be mid-30's
Birth Date: Unknown, presumed to be 1980's
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Costumed Appearance: A clean, well-tailored purple suit in a pinstripe style, with a blue vest underneath. On the back of the suit jacket are a pair of painted on, red angel wings. She wears black gloves with several gold and silver rings over them, and black sneakers with a steel toe. Her hair is dyed a multitude of different colors, from red to black to blue to green, with streaks of mixed colors running through, and her hair is usually tied in a loose bun. Her face is white, due to paint or some kind of condition is unknown, though she has a red anarchy symbol painted over her face as well.

Civilian Appearance: Unknown, possible she does not have a civilian persona.

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Costumed Personality: Anarkee seems to live for chaos. Her motto in life is "We all die anyway, so live while you have the chance.". She hates social norms, and the unspoken 'social contracts' that govern most of the civilized world. She actively rebels against governments and laws unless she wants something from them, and would encourage others to do the same if they would just wake up from their goddamned programming and think for themselves for once in their miserable lives. Anarkee has no regard for personal property, and little regard for material wealth, viewing money as a means to an end at best, and a limiting construct built by the government to control the populace at worst. She will speak her mind, even when nobody around wants to hear it, and isn't afraid of doing whatever it takes to get what she wants. Even if all she wants is a pack of gum. On a good day, Anarkee could be content with some petty vandalism and theft, but on a bad day could try to enact a plan to wipe out the entire eastern seaboard. The problem is, those days are often the same day.

Civilian Personality: Unknown, possible there is no disconnect between Anarkee's costumed personality and any other personality.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
--Peak Mental Conditioning: Through unknown means, Anarkee has trained herself to the highest form of intellect the human mind is capable of. She is therefore immune to most types of mental probing and emotional influence, and is capable of manipulating and pushing her will on weak-willed individuals, making them help her as if it were their idea
--Chemical Immunity: Due to various paranoias and obsessions, Anarkee has spent years developing immunities and tolerances to most natural and manmade drugs, poisons, and toxins. She can stand in the midst of her own gas bombs and be unaffected.
--Local knowledge: Anarkee has spent a long time studying the people, places, and societies of Gotham City, and she knows it all like the back of her hand. Every street, alley, sewer tunnel, and rooftop is like an old friend to her, and she has a close understanding of GCPD's techniques and crimefighting styles.

-Powers: Anarkee has a latent ability to sense the emotions of people around her. She can use this to detect people through walls and to find deep desires, hopes, or fears. She also possesses a limited ability to boost those emotions to uncontrollable levels, though only for a single target at a time. For the most part, she chooses to forego her powers unless as a last resort.

-Gadgets:
--Emotional toxin bombs: Anarkee has developed a type of gas which manifests strong emotions when inhaled, and carries small vials of these concentrated gasses with her. She can induce rage, terror, euphoria, apathy, and many more emotions depending on which version of the toxin she uses. Often she will use them to start a riot, or create a distraction, or if she simply feels bored.
--Concentrated release vents: Built into the linings of her gloves are a set of valves which can release a dose of her gas bombs in a limited scope, but much higher dosage. At these levels, anyone affected by them becomes uncontrollable, as their higher brain functions shut down due to over stimulation and animal instinct takes over.
--Disguise kit: Anarkee has become adept at disguising her gadgets as harmless pranks, making her toxin bombs look like easter eggs, or birthday presents. Using a small set of tools and whatever is nearby, Anarkee can make her 'gifts' nearly invisible.

-Weapons:
--Weaponized boots and gloves: Anarkee has knives built into the soles of her shoes which extend with a kick. She has also built small razors into the fingertips of her gloves which are always extended.
--Toxin bomb launcher: Anarkee has built a gun-like device capable of launching her toxin bombs over 100 feet, which then detonate on impact.
--Rocket Hammer: Slung across her back, Anarkee carries a large mallet with an explosive charge on either side of the head. These charges detonate when they hit something with force, creating a miniature explosion capable of smashing through most walls or flipping cars.

Civilian Occupation: Unknown, possible she does not have a civilian occupation.

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Character History/Origin: Much of Anarkee's life is a big question mark. It is unknown where she came from, what she did, who she used to be, or really anything else about her past. What is known is that One year ago she arrived in Gotham declaring herself the "Angel of Anarchy". Since then she had been involved in several heists, robberies, kidnappings, gang-related activities, and just about anything else. Strangely, in most cases the things she takes and the people she abducts turn up in one form or another. Objects and money are usually vandalized beyond repair, and her abductees are generally traumatized and it is estimated it will take years of therapy for them to reach normal society again. Those few who remember how to speak have relayed that she told them over and over: "It's not about you, or the things, or the money. It's about the fear. The anger. The chaos. It's anarchy. That's the payoff." One subject, in a particularly lucid moment, described an event during his time with Anarkee in which she saw a report on the masked vigilante Grim, and had what can only be described as a temper tantrum, ranting about "This other agent of chaos bringing order instead of anarchy, working outside of society to uphold it, that hypocrit!" It is suspected that Anarkee holds some type of grudge towards the vigilante Grim, and may be plotting some kind of confrontation.

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Nemesis: Grim
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Basic Information
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Superhero/villain Name: Beta
Civilian Name: Zalim Nan Markos
Origin city/Planet: Arkos
Hometown: Arkos
Sex: Male
Race: Arkosian
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 198lbs
Age: 100 (roughly) Birth Date:N/A
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Costumed Personality: Beta is a a sharp shooter in combat. He likes to be at a distance while he picks off his foes one by one until the battle field is empty. He is a solo artist and works better alone, only his trusty ram by his side as get s work. Teams are not really his thing but he is not against giving cover fire to those that need it. His armor is metal burned gold by the flames of Agni, and then bleached in the sun until it shined. He carries no quiver, and places his sword on his lower back when it is not activated.


Civilian Personality: Zalim is a shy boy, and can be cold at times. He does not feel all that comfortable with others outside of his armor, and has anxiety problems. Zalim is not one to keep eye contact and is not trusting at all. He feels comfortable with a weapon in his hand or in the presences of someone he knows can keep him safe.

Icon: बेटा (This is on the front of his breast plate and it means son. It is black normally and when he uses his abilities it glows golden orange along with his eyes.)

Super abilities:
-Skills:

• Bowman: Even thought he was taught how to use a sword and spear, his skill lies in the bow and arrow. He can shoot past 300 meters, and has precision aim, while many surpass him in most other areas, hitting the mark is his forte.
• Beast Master: Zalim educated himself on many different mythical creatures and monsters, also how to tame them in the wild. He is usually called to tame the captured ones and make them work for the military against the ongoing invasions.
• Royal Education: Zalim was brought up to be royalty and trained to lead people into battle, he has had the same teaching, the same training, and done the same exercises as most generals in Arkos.

-Powers: Champion of Agni: Zalim is the champion of the god Agni, Vedic god of lighting, fire and the sun. as such he was blessed in many different ways.

• Body of Agni: Agni gave Zalim his blessing as his champion, he is immortal as long as the sun still rises, he cannot be harmed by fire, and he has increased strength, healing, speed, and stamina when the sun is up, even when it goes down he still has these things but is just not as potent.
• Agni-Kumara(fire-princes) Touch: Agni gave Zalim the ability to manipulate fire, light, and lighting. He has to have already existing sources of each (light has to be true light not electronically powered).
• Empathy: Zalim is ‘cursed’ with an innate connection to other living things, able to sense their emotions and kind-of communicate though them.
• Hide and Seek: Hide and seek is one of Agni's favorite games. So whenever Zalim hides, whether it be on a battle field or from his father, he is almost impossible to find, it takes keen eyes and sometimes magic to "Seek" him out.

-Gadgets:

• Akupāra Armor: Agni chipped a piece of the world turtle's shell and made it into armor. When he was done he burnt and bleached it until it was while and gold.
• Vel: Zalim was given a pet ram for one of his birthdays and it was seemingly normal until one day he got injured and it transformed into a fire breathing monster. Now it follows him around every where and keeps him safe. Vel only transforms when Zalim is in danger and immediately turns "cute" after he is safe from harm.

-Weapons:

• Bow of the Rig Veda 200: In the text, Rig Veda, there are over 200 hymns that praise Agni, and create a burning passion in most who read them. Agni sacrificed this fire to make a bow that required no arrows, instead it shoots arrows of light. These arrows burn like fire and can pierce armor quiet well. The bow requires light to work, and whenever you take normal arrows to it they get set on fire.

Civilian Occupation: Arkosian Prince

Biography
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Character History/Origin: Zalim was born from the burning desires of the king to have another son. He did not know how to ask Ares for this huge favor without angering the god, or how to reach him in general. So instead he just hoped an waited, until one night a mighty fire demon attacked from the Hindu underworld, and burned with the brightest light the Arkosians had seen in a long time. After a long and hard fought battle, it was the King Chrysetos, who threw the final blow and it was in the wake of the bright, leftover flames that he molded Zalim. The flames then gave the clay baby life and Zalim was born with bright green eyes and flaming red hair.

In actuality there was a god who had been listening to the Kings pleas, and he was Agni. An ally of Ares, and one who wished to have a champion of his own one the island. So he made the demon and when the time came and it attacked he followed it and watched until the battle was over. The clay the king used to make Zalim did not just magically appear, it was the heart of the demon and was left behind after it died. The flames were "programmed" to breath life into the clay baby after the death of the demon and the king had molded it. Everything went according to the fire gods plans and "his" little red head was born.

Zalim grew up the same way any Arkosian youth would have, training and preparing for the next attack. Training and waiting on the day when the gods finally called forth their army to do its work. Training to make sure that you survived the onslaught. He was a still a prince though and had some privilege other did not get, he was not his older brother by any means, but he did get the better training and the perks. In fact he was considered quiet useless compared to his shining star of a sibling, not only because most of his "gifts" as a champion required light (which their island did not have), but also because he favored a bow and cheap tricks tow in fights. Most on the island considered him the "black sheep" of the royal family and outside of his brother an father, did not think much of his skill with a bow.

It was this shunning and negative attitude towards him that drove him towards his shyness and anxiety. He gets the worst end of this at big events or group training where everyone is staring at him or some people whisper behind his back. But when he is hooting on the range or fully decked in armor, its like a entirely different person: confident, cocky, taunting, what a normal Arkosian prince should look like. Zalim is one of the younger ones on the island and despite his personality, longs for combat, he wants to let his arrows fly and kill those who would stand in his gods way.

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Nemesis: TBA
Allies:

• The Arkosians: As a Arkosian prince, has faith in his people and their purpose and awaits his orders, ready to carry them out with honor and pride in his heritage.

Team: TBA

Superhero/villain Name: Queen Tyranea
Civilian Name: N/A
Origin city/Planet: Unknown
Hometown: Pocket Dimension
Sex: Female
Race: Fae Queen
Height: 5'10" (Glamoured) 10" (Unglamoured)
Weight:
Age: 900
Birth Date: 1120
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Icon: Her mark is, quiet simply, a sideways stamp of her own, glamoured face, typically printed on copper coins, though these are extremely rare now, and only bestowed as marks of favor.

Glamoured Personality: Tyranea wears more than one mask in her glamoured form, to say the least. While she appears to be another Elf, she is almost saintly to her court, doting on the Fae under her command and treating them all as her 'little lost children'. She is all too happy to whisper honeyed words into the ears of various creatures drawn into the Unseelie Courts, promising positions of power when the Fae reclaim their rightful place in the world.

Unglamoured Personality: When one mask slips, the other soon follows. When they do, Tyranea becomes a monster in more ones than one. Almost all semblance of care and love for her subjects is gone once her glamour slips, and she becomes a creature ruling through fear, glad to trade whatever lives she must to see the Fae rise up. That said, even in her true, monstrous form there is something left of the mask she wears in there, and while she will happily trade individual Fae lives for her goals, she will do nothing to doom her kind, and is willing to act in defense of them when the need arises.

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Civilian Occupation: Masquerades as a foreign aristocrat, mostly involved in the fashion industry and a number of shell companies.

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