Name: Xoxi Violetta Slevryn

Cape Name: Anomaly





High Concept: Gamer, with and without hands.

Trouble: Too Many Feels.

Origin: Single Dad, No Cash, and Three Games.

Growth: Hard Drugs and Mommy Issues.

Adventure: Hand-Free Heroism.

Faction: Boston Wards.


Age 17

Personality: Xoxi is a laid back girl with a serious passion for gaming and everything about it. Although she has no arms, she likes to make some jokes about it, thinking of her loss as more of a gift in disguise. She loves to be around people and isn't afraid to get her Xoxi prefers to be cold as opposed to hot, possibly due to an ongoing fear of fire that she has, and can occasionally be seen running around a snowy park with no jacket or coat on.

History:
Life was hard for Xoxi, especially when her mom dipped on her dad, leaving him for some rich jerk. Ever since she was two she could remember how much her dad had sacrificed just for the two to get by. A small apartment, not a ton of food, not a ton of finer luxuries, but Xoxi didn't care. She was with her dad, and that was all that mattered in the end. She went to a public school, doing as best as she could in all of her classes, trying to not stress her dad out with bad grades and fear that she couldn't do anything post-school. Even despite the hard money issues, Xoxi's dad was able to buy Xoxi a singular gaming console one year of her life, that console being a secondhand Gamecube with three games. She never asked for anything else in her life, and she always loved playing that console.

It was a tough childhood, but she got through it. That was... until the day the music died.

When she was fourteen, one of the last faces she'd ever expect to see was at her dad's doorstep. Xoxi's mother stood there, looking quite well despite her arms being covered with long gloves. In her hands, she held thousands of dollars, and every single cent could be her dad's, but in exchange, she needed to see Xoxi for about a week or two. With what the father assumed was some mother-daughter bonding, he willingly told Xoxi that she needed to go. Xoxi complied, seeing the situation as a way for her to finally help her dad out with the family's financial situation.

Xoxi finally went to her mother's place for the first time, a relatively modest house on the outskirts of Boston. She walked in, put her stuff down in her designated room, and as soon as she stepped out to talk to her mom, a wet washcloth ran under her nose. It smelled like a hospital, and it made Xoxi woozy, causing her to fall over unconscious. A very vivid dream followed, lasting for what seemed like hours with no clear end, that was, until she saw a giant white light in her dream, which she headed towards.

When she woke up, she found herself on a hospital bed, a large scar down the side of her body, and with a lack of arms. Xoxi had been in a five day coma, her arms rotting away on her body. Her mother's boyfriend was a large-scale drug dealer, and he had found a new cash crop to take advantage of and succeed with, but he needed someone to test it on. Someone who he didn't care about, nor would his girlfriend care about. Xoxi was injected with that drug, and as a result, lost both of her arms. She almost died of an overdose, but the authorties were able to find her before she could slip too far away from life. The drug had began to fill her side with green glop, which was able to be removed before long

The doctors in the room asked if Xoxi needed a minute after waking up, and she calmly responded with a "Yes", hiding her emotions from underneath. As the room was closed, Xoxi flailed around in the hospital bed, absolutelty mad at her mother for letting this happen willingly, and absolutely enraged that this had to happen. It was then that she had noticed something was knocking around the light above her, suspended from a long cord. A purple hand, the same size as Xoxi's was there, bending to Xoxi's will. Another hand formed as well, and it was then she realized something.

She was like one of those heroes of Boston, the Wards.

Xoxi was dismissed after a month in the hospital. Her dad was able to pay off the debt using the sum of money Xoxi's mom gave him before her incarceration and Xoxi's... incident. It was a while after that Xoxi's dad found out Xoxi had powers, and as a way to give her a better life, he sent her off to the PRT in Boston with the intent of making her a hero and keeping her from living the crap life she had. Xoxi agreed reluctantly, but asked specifically for him to always be near a phone so she could talk to him if she needed, and since then, she's called him at least every day to tell him goodnight.



Quick Summary - EMOTIONALLY-IMBUED PSYCHIC FISTS

Classification - Blaster 3 / Master 5 / Shifter 1

Detailed Description

Xoxi is able to summon two wispy ghost-hands at will to her sides, both independent of one another, and she is able to use them as if they were her actual hands. Each hand is able to grow up to twice it's size at a time, and the hands are unable to feel any sort of pain. They can feel objects, but the feelings of them are rather hazy as differentiating textures, temperatures, and weight. Each hand can be dismissed and, with the right settings, can have another application.

Xoxi's hands are able to manipulate emotions to her will. Specifically, Xoxi's can punch someone and receive the emotion they are currently feeling the most. Another punch can impart that emotion into a different person. To make it simple, if someone is angry and another person is happy, Xoxi can punch the angry guy and then punch the happy guy, making one guy feel like he isn't angry any more while making the other feel angry. The drawback of this ability is that Xoxi, while she has a punch in store, feels the emotion she just absorbed to a lesser extent. As time passes, the longer Xoxi has held the emotion, the more she feels of it until it is properly resolved.

Aside from that, Xoxi is mysteriously able to manipulate the shape of her hands for about a half of a second at a time. She never remembers this unless she wants to speak to someone using the wingdings font, which she remembers by heart.

Name: Tony Nicholson

Cape Name: Poker Face

Theme Song:




High Concept: Crook with a Heart of Gold.

Trouble: Greedy Soul.

Origin: Street Rat.

Growth: Ugly Truth into Beautiful Lie.

Adventure: Gambling Prodigy.



Personality: Tony is charismatic, somewhat loud, and clearly experienced. Just from his voice alone, it's easy to tell that he is used to manipulating people, kissing ass seems like it comes naturally to him. It needed to in order for him to survive. He is by no means malevolent, but using people to push himself forwards is something he just got used to doing - it's more a habit than intentionally malicious. While he is clearly just doing things for himself, he has no problem sharing his skills and assistance to anyone who asks... as long as they pay. Tony has a very distorted view of money, viewing it as the only motivation that people have. Other things, like a desire for power or love, are things that Tony can understand someone working for, but he has never done it himself. Tony hinges a lot of confidence on his material wealth and appearance, doing his best to look as attractive and wealthy as possible - this is something he is very sensitive about, and while he is usually calm and difficult to fluster, insulting either of these things will cause him to get extremely angry. Despite his rather cold and fake demeanor, he can be kind, especially to those less fortunate and children. He has no desire to be a hero or villain, preferring to keep himself hidden and making cash with his power. Still, he is willing to do nearly anything, as long as the price is right.

History: Tony was never really raised by his own parents - his mother was a crack head, and his father was always knee deep in bottles, so he spent the majority of his time on the streets of Boston. You could say the dark alleys and den of crooks were more akin to parents then his own, and he honestly thinks of it this way. He was already a perfect shot at pool by the age of nine, and this was when he began his first scam - Hustling. You would never believe the kind of people that would bet money with a kid who pretended to hold the cue the wrong way. You'd be even more surprised by the amount of people that actually paid. By the age of 11, Tony was a favorite among pubs as a sticky fingered brat that was always ready to play a game or two.

Family? Tony's family was always nice - they never abused him, and were sure to give him breakfast (He got his other meals at his hangouts). In all honesty, they were more indifferent then abusive - they didn't even yell at him when he skipped school. His father would just dismissively tell him not to let it happen again, before leaving to his room and doing god knows what. His father was actually fairly wealthy - some white-collared worker, affording the family a fair number of luxuries that you wouldn't expect a kid like Tony to have - such as a cellphone, or television.

By 15, Tony had found his own addiction to match his parents - Gambling. Tony had become an excellent gambler to add to his repertoire of hustling, and was always ready to play a game of poker or blackjack. For some reason, Tony was always very lucky - or maybe he was just good at talking with people. In poker he was able to win with absolute shit hands, and was always able to get the upper hand on those that weren't used to the game or thought they were playing against a dumb kid. Tony consistently won bets, and his reputation rose even more as time went on. To bad things came crashing down at 17.

November 4th. 3 days after his 17th birthday, Tony's mother committed suicide during a particularly bad trip. Tony's father, who was usually cold and distant, became much more abusive and quick to anger, going as far as to restrict meals and lock Tony in his room. While it never extended to physical violence, Tony was always careful to lock his door at night. Luckily, these incidents were rare - most of the time, his father kept himself holed up in his room, drinking far more than he should. By 18, Tony immediately left his home, as being homeless was a far better alternative to listening to insults and quiet threats from his door at night. For about 3 weeks, Tony remained on the streets, until he met a lone thug on the streets who offered an alternative.

The group was known as 'Wonderland', and they were the craziest motherfuckers Tony had ever met. If he wasn't so desperate for a place to stay, he honestly would have just stayed on the streets, but that was a great way to get mugged... In short, Tony was offered a place to stay, and in return, he ran the bets on the fights that were held. Considering how good he was with numbers and gambling, this was a pretty easy job. But everything can get boring after awhile. Nearly 2 years into his new "employment", Tony opened up a card table near the corner of the place he was staying, and he began to hold games whenever there wasn't a fight going on. He usually managed to trick a bunch of suckers out of their cash, but one day, someone played Tony's old trick against him.

The guy was bad - he had lost nearly 10k, and he was sweating more than you could ever believe. By the end of the third game, he was begging with Tony to let him keep his money. Tony grinned at him and said something he wished he would never have said.

"My time is pretty valuable... Tell you what - one more game. But this will have to be... Oh, I don't know. 50k?"

The man choked back a gasp, and gulped when he uttered out a simple "Ok". Tony dealed out the cards, and they started their final game.

Tony was hustled. The guy was a pro, and luck was clearly on his side. He mopped the floor with Tony, and he quickly began to demand his cash with a shit eating grin. The only problem? Tony had maybe 5 thousand at most. This was the moment where his mind went blank. The man led him into the nearby alleyway and, after roughing Tony up a little, demanded for his money. When Tony didn't respond, the man pulled his arm back to deliver a punch to the teeth.

The knife, the one he had bought in order to defend himself from angry betters, easily slit the man's throat. Despite this, it took nearly two minutes of him choking on his own blood to die. Everything rushed back to him - his father's words, his time cheating others out of their hard earned money, the occasional bar fight he would enter in his youth. It was too much. Tony passed out.

He was shaken awake by the same man who had given him the job two years ago - Robby. "Jesus man, what happened?" Tony panicked as the words escaped Robby's lips, and Tony gave the first response he could think of.

"He, uh... He fell. Cut his throat on some glass or something. I found him like this and passed out. You know I'm a wuss when it comes to blood, heh heh..."

It was stupid and never would have worked. Robby just shrugged his shoulders, responding "Jesus, I never want to die like that. I want to die doing something cool, like being shot with a laser beam or something." Tony couldn't believe his ears - the story was absolutely retarded. Someone like Robby had been working for Wonderland for years - he knew what a knife wound looked like. And he just... Acted like he didn't have a clue.

This was three weeks ago. Since then, Tony had managed to trick a college student - apparently named 'Daniel' - into thinking he was a roommate they were supposed to meet a week ago, and was thankful to finally be out of that hell hole. He liked the people, they were just... insane. But Tony owed them a favor for their hospitality the last few years - and he always payed back favors.



Classified as a Master/Stranger 4, whenever Tony talks to someone, he can bluff and say anything - the sky is red, you owe me $50, I own this house - and the person he is speaking with will believe him. It doesn't matter how outlandish or unreasonable the statement is, the target will attempt to think of any possible excuse for any doubts they have about what Tony says. This bluff effects anyone within earshot, and they will all believe what he says. This power excels in deception and espionage, while having somewhat less effectiveness in combat situations.

While this sounds powerful, there are several drawbacks holding it back. First of all, while anything can be bluffed, things that the target has direct evidence against will cause the power to fail (He couldn't tell someone that he is the owner of a house if the person knows the actual owner). If the target discovers evidence against a bluff, the effect will wear off, and the individual will probably be pretty pissed. Additionally, while it effects anyone within earshot, it only works vocally - no writing down messages. Finally, Troy's power cannot be turned off.

Name: Holly Logan

Cape Name: Geist

Theme Song: Ghostbusters Theme Remix - The Living Tombstones



High Concept: If Halloween Was a Person

Trouble: I Hate My Brain

Origin: One Half of a Whole

Growth: Unemployed and Unemployable

Adventure: Help a Sister Out



Personality:

Sweet - Holly is a quiet, non-threatening person. She’s shy, but nice and polite when you talk to her. Her typical facial expression ranges from vaguely nervous to slightly terrified, but there’s a lot more under the surface. Despite appearances, she’s not always scared. In a comfortable situation, she has a healthy sense of humor and can talk for hours if you get her going on something she likes. Holly absolutely loves anything creepy, weird, or macabre, almost feeling at home in the darkness. Somehow, she can read about serial killers and haunted places without batting an eye, but a simple trip to the park can leave her hands shaking. All in all, she’s a weird person, but pleasant. Sort of like a kooky Halloween decoration.

Sour - When Holly becomes Geist, something changes in her. Being someone else and hiding her face give her some new kind of confidence. While Holly is reluctant to talk to anyone she doesn’t know, Geist will gladly give you a punch to the face and laugh about it. She’s an unnervingly excitable trickster, using her knowledge of creepiness to her advantage. Her favorite way of messing with people is making walls bleed in the shape of an unflattering picture of them. She’s not incredibly secretive about her identity, but not many people would suspect that Holly and Geist are the same person based on how they act.

History:

I’m Not the Killing Type - Holly and Mandy Logan were the kind of twins that did everything together. They always played together, had all the same friends, and their parents even dressed them the same. The only way you could tell them apart (until they were ten and Holly started cutting her hair short) was by their personalities; Mandy was friendly and energetic while Holly was shy and quiet. As the twins grew up and became independent from each other, they still stayed close. Even when Holly started showing signs of mental illness and lost what little social life she had, Mandy still supported her.

See You On a Dark Night - Holly developed her powers when she was alone at home one weekend when she was thirteen. Her parents and sister were out of town overnight (Holly would have gone with them, but she hadn’t been feeling well) and she was awake at three in the morning, too nervous to sleep. Her irrational fear became much less irrational when she heard strange sounds at the door. She immediately hid herself in a closet and watched through the shutters in the door as a group of men broke into the house. As the intruders neared her hiding place, Holly felt like she would scream, vomit, and have a heart attack all at the same time. Suddenly, one of the men was hit from behind by a book, seemingly thrown by no one. Other object started tossing themselves around the room, the walls bled, horrifying apparitions appeared out of nowhere, and the room almost felt like it was spinning on an axis. Sure that the house had to be haunted, the intruders were scared away. Holly was completely confused, until she realized that everything that happened, that was her.

I Can’t Breathe - Holly never found much use for her powers since that night, except for during the Halloween season, where she worked at a haunted house attraction. She and Mandy still kept in touch after they moved out on their own. By the time Holly turned 20, Mandy was her only contact with the outside world besides employers. Holly was practically a shut-in, only leaving her apartment to go to work and get groceries from the mini-mart next door. She had gained and lost many jobs, not being able to keep one for more than six months because of her anxiety and agoraphobia. Eventually, she stopped being able to pay the bills, and her landlord was threatening eviction.

Maybe It’s Not So Bad - While Holly was struggling to make ends meet, Mandy was living in Boston, comfortable financially but afraid for her safety. She knew what her sister could do, and even encouraged her to pursue a career in crime fighting. Around the same time martial law was declared, she heard about Holly’s financial issues, and she had an idea. She asked her sister to move in with her. It was a win-win situation; Holly would have a place to stay, and Mandy would have more peace of mind. Plus, the Dynamic Duo was back together! There was absolutely no way anything could go wrong.



Shaker 3
Local Poltergeisting - Holly has telekinetic control over her immediate surroundings. She can throw around objects, create incorporeal constructs, or change the environment within a radius of about 60 feet around her, or within a single room. For example, in a bedroom, she could make the room shake, make the dressers open and clothes float around, or make it look like the bed is on fire. Her telekinesis isn’t very refined; she can’t produce fine movements. If she had a key and a lock, she couldn’t put the key into the hole; just move it into the general area. Her constructs are only images; the aforementioned flaming bed would only look like it’s on fire, if you stuck your hand in it you wouldn’t feel anything. Whenever she uses her power, electronic devices around her start to flicker and malfunction. This ability is somewhat reliant on Holly’s emotions; things start to get out of control when she gets mad.

Can shift into another state. (Break natural laws of universe, self-centered power, may have different abilities in altered state)