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Name
Eliza Moore

Nickname
Lizzy, Liz

Secret Identity
Dragoness

Gender
Female

Age
20

Date of Birth
February 12th, 2004

Height
5’9”

Weight
142 lb.

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Appearance
Eliza is a pale girl with red hair and a sense of fashion that can best be described as ‘vaguely hipster-ish’. She’s on the tall side, with an angular jaw and heavy-lidded blue eyes, and almost always wearing an expression of weary resolution or a mocking smile. When she talks, she barely ever gesticulates, usually keeping her arms at her sides or folded in front of her chest.

Costume


Eliza’s costume is the result of many, many hours of work on her part, something Tharinoq still mocks her about on occasion. Consisting mainly of a skintight red and black bodysuit with an orange dragon insignia in the middle, it has holes in the back over the shoulder blades to make room for her wings. After a few messy accidents, she made the entire thing out of fireproof material (which did not come cheap, occupying most of her textbook budget this semester), while the skintight nature of the costume provides minimal drag when flying. On her feet she wears heavy black boots, while her hands are kept free to allow use of her claws. She’s experimented with a few means of hiding her identity, such as masks or bandanas, all of which seemed by her reckoning to be completely ineffectual, and has instead settled on hoping nobody gets a super clear picture of her and the natural tendency of everyone who knows her to not assume their friend is a draconic superhero to protect her secret, at least until she has a better idea.

Personality
Eliza is sharp as a tack and sarcastic to a fault. She goes about her life with an irreverent cynicism and sense of dark humor, always quick with a jab or a pessimistic prediction. She’s jaded beyond her years and tends to assume that everyone around her that isn’t a close friend is incompetent, a dick, or an incompetent dick. Deep down, she’s a person of deep passion and moral conviction, with a strong sense of responsibility and right from wrong that she keeps insulated from a world she fears has no room for such things.

Tharinoq, the dragon she hears inside her head, is almost the exact opposite. He’s earnest, brash, and always eager to act, obsessed with his need to fight the good fight and constantly haranguing Eliza to get out and go on patrol. He’s also a bit of a blowhard, insufferably arrogant and prone to rambling about the ‘good old days’ and asserting the strangeness of modern humanity. The two have settled into an easy, if slightly vitriolic, friendship – he has accepted that she cannot be fighting crime all the time (and has begun to take an interest in her personal life in spite of himself) while she has fallen into the role of his champion with a great deal of sarcasm but no real resistance. Lately, she’s been feeling a good deal of stress trying to balance her academic career, social life and crimefighting, and has started to wonder if every moment she doesn’t spend superheroing represents a kind of selfishness on her part.

Backstory
Eliza grew up in a small town on the outskirts of Philadelphia, and enjoyed what could be fairly characterized as the most bog-standard middle class upbringing imaginable. She had two parents, an older brother, a younger sister, decent grades and a secure membership in the school debate team. After graduating high school, she was accepted into Suhona University to study chemistry, and had every reason to believe she was on track for a normal, boring life.

That all changed during her freshman year, when she and her two best friends stopped by an antique shop downtown on their way to the movie theater. For the most part, the inventory was exactly what you’d expect – creepy dolls, old chairs, dusty music boxes. But in the back, on a rack full of old but unremarkable jewelry, was something very special indeed – an amulet on a silver chain, shaped like a reptile’s scale and composed of some red metal like nothing Eliza had ever seen before. It felt like it was calling out to her, like it always had been, and she reached out to touch it.

Images flashed before her eyes, and a deep voice spoke to her. Thousands of years ago, it explained, the great kingdom of Atlantis had flourished, guided by a creature as mighty as he was wise – Tharinoq, the Dragon King. The dragons were the protectors of humanity, noble beasts that fought against the monsters and dark powers that would see them destroyed. Though their foes were fearsome, the dragons stood firm, and peace and prosperity reigned for many years.

Ultimately, Atlantis’s downfall came not from without, but from within. The sorcerer Nelkarian, prominent noble and trusted confidant of Tharinoq, grew envious of the dragons’ power and leadership, and conspired against them in secret. Lacking the power to defeat the dragon king, he instead deceived him, sealing him inside a magical amulet – the same amulet Eliza had found. Without its mightiest protector, Atlantis was overrun by its enemies and lost to the waves, and the remaining dragons scattered to the corners of the earth; few, if any, remain.

When Eliza came to, she was in a hospital bed – apparently she had passed out in the antique store and been unconscious for several hours. She still heard Tharinoq’s voice in her head, a fact she did her best to conceal – as she had seen into the dragon’s mind, he had seen into hers. Though Atlantis had fallen, his desire to protect wayward humanity was still strong, and he knew that this modern world was as imperiled as the one he left behind. Over the next few days, they worked out a deal – though he could not escape the amulet, something about Eliza made him capable of granting her some of his power, and she began her budding career as the superheroine Dragoness. She continues to attend school now, struggling to balance her life as Eliza Moore with the time she spends flying around the city in a skintight black costume.

Superpowers
In order to access any of her powers, Eliza needs the amulet – with it, she can shapeshift into ‘Dragoness Mode’, granting her enormously increased strength, speed and durability. The Dragoness can lift a car over her head or outrun one on foot, or walk it off if one were to ram into her (though not without a fair bit of pain). Her fingers are tipped with claws that can slice through steel, and from her back sprout leathery red wings that let her fly at great speeds. She’s completely immune to heat and fire in this form – in fact, exposure to fire re-invigorates her and heals her wounds. Naturally, she is capable of breathing a jet of fire up to five meters hot enough to soften metal. Finally, though Eliza is inexperienced in battle, she is able to draw on Tharinoq’s skill and knowledge from a hundred victories and hears his voice at all times, making him a valuable (if occasionally irritating) source of wisdom and insight.

Talents
Eliza is still a chemistry student, with all that that entails – though her studies have been slipping since she began her superhero career, she still has a respectable knowledge base on scientific matters. She used to sew her own clothes as a hobby and is a decent tailor, which is how she made her costume. Finally, she’s a talented guitar player and singer, though she mostly does backup vocals in her student band.

Name
Antoinette Jackson

Nickname
"Ant"

Secret Identity
Ambush

Gender
Female

Age
24

Date of Birth
7 June

Height
5ft 7in

Weight
130lbs

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Appearance
Average height, average build, and about as unassuming as they come. Antoinette has tightly coiled black hair that she often braids, twists, or brushes out, depending on the outfit. Her skin is brown, her eyes are dark, and her clothing style can usually be described as relaxed or trendy. She'll often accessorize with bracelets, rings, and necklaces, but none of them have any particular meaning. More often than not her nails are painted professionally with neon colors and designs. There are no serious scars or tattoos on her body, only a few remnants of childhood falls and Parkour jumps that were too short.

Costume

There is nothing special or unique about the Motocross gear. In fact, it's very brightly colored and quite conspicuous. She wears the full set of Motocross armor as well. In addition she wears a black backpack with a 4ft steel pipe attached to it by a couple of strands of cloth tied into knots. Her gear is affordable, durable, and protection enough from the usual low-power villain.

Personality
Introverted and extroverted in equal parts. Quiet when she wants to be but loud once comfortable around people. There's an inward sense of loneliness and isolation that keeps Antoinette from interacting more or being "nice". What's the point of making friends when they'll forget you? That being said she's inwardly frustrated and often comes across as rude or curt. She won't hold back insults and is quick to argue when she thinks she's right. Antoinette is used to doing things her way and at her pace, so teamwork is quite difficult, especially when the team tends to forget she's around.

If Antoinette can solve a problem in fewer steps, she most assuredly will, and doesn't care for collateral damage or the "aftermath" of certain decisions. A lot of her actions are taken with the thought in mind that no one will know she did them. Even if she seems perpetually disgruntled, it's simply because she is passionate about nearly everything, and her arguing is because she cares. Despite her aggressive nature, Antoinette is something of an optimist. She will always expect the best of a situation, even though she's experienced catastrophic disappointment in the past. This furious optimism is probably out of spite, at this point.

Backstory
Antoinette Jackson is the only child of "The Sahara Shade" and "Meteor", two superheroes that primarily operated in Rwanda. They relocated to America upon the birth of their child, in order to raise her in a more stable situation, and to take a break from violent conflict. She was raised in Bakersfield, California where nothing interesting could or ever happened. Her powers manifested quietly and gently, with her parents suddenly remembering they accidentally left their child at the mall one day, but only after they came home and wondered who's legos were laying around. This prompted her parents into tracing back their pattern of forgetfulness and consulting a powerful telepathic friend who confirmed that, yes, at the age of 8, Antoinette did indeed have a low-power mixture of her parents abilities.

From that day forward, Antoinette was raised with a lot of attention, routine, and extra schooling. Antionette's parents had to both remember their child existed and ensure she understood her powers thoroughly. Those powers developed and mutated over time, leading to more and more vigilance on their part, which caused Antoinette to resent her parents for being extremely overbearing. Because of this however, her parents were successful in helping Antionette use her powers in constructive or helpful ways, despite the fact they could have been used for no-good or subterfuge. Years later when Antoinette began attending College in Suhona, she came to figure out that she didn't even need an alias as a crime fighter, because nobody would ever remember it was her.

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Superpowers

• Extremely Forgettable // Near Invisibility --
  Not a physically manifesting power whatsoever. Ambush possesses the ability to be easily forgotten about, unless one is concentrating specifically on her. She's even able to vanish while standing close to someone-- by causing a distraction that takes their attention away from her, then stepping out of their line of sight-- they find themselves unable to see her, unless highly focused on finding exactly someone that looks like her, but even then people tend to forget what exactly they're looking for. Confusion often results, which causes the effects of, "What was I just doing?" to settle in more. Crowds or groups make her especially forgettable, due to how many others and distractions there are around.
  
  This power even goes so far as to fool mechanical systems in an erroneous fashion-- machines can detect her briefly, lose detection the next moment, then detect her again. Beings with heightened sensory and perception can usually still detect her, unless their senses are overloaded by something else. If she stands still and concentrates, she can even evade those types, but only if she doesn't move and focuses-- which can cause heavy physical and mental exertion on her end.
  
  Unfortunately the longer someone isn't focused on or reminded of her, the less they remember her, unless specifically reminded of instances she was present. Even people with photographs of Ambush can forget who she is. This has made for a lot of very awkward family reunions, as this ability can't be turned off, and years of her absence can cause people to forget she exists entirely. There's a small conspiracy theory discussion board surrounding her existence, she is aware of it and laughing about it.
  
  Cats can see her without question but, who are they going to tell?

Gadgets

• "Franklin" the Steel Pipe --
  A 4ft pipe, steel, 1.4in diameter, approximately 4.3lbs.
  An ordinary pipe with a couple of sections wrapped in skateboard grip tape.
  Looks a little rusted.
• 2019 Yamaha YZ250 Motorcycle --
  Ordinary motocross motorcycle, painted hot pink, and maintained diligently.
• U58C Quadcopter --
  A drone with a built in camera, purchased from the internet.
• 60M Rope --
  Standard climbing rope, orange color.

Talents

• Animal Health Science -- Currently in school to become a veterinarian.
• Parkour and Rock Climbing -- Both a hobby and a useful skill.
• Motocross Riding -- What else is there to do in the California desert?
• Origami -- She can fold an obscene amount of animals and shapes.
• Small Electronic Repair -- Drones, RC cars, RC planes, and old radios mostly.

Name
Paul Svensson

Nickname
Sven

Secret Identity
Eisen

Gender
Male

Age
97

Date of Birth
July 27th 1927

Height
5'8

Weight
140lbs

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Appearance
Svensson is a man of Nordic and Central European stock, standing upright with a pale skin tone and light blue eyes. He walks, sounds and looks like a healthy old man, maintaining a long beard going sharply down from his chin. His hair is a pure white, long, blown back and suffering from a receding hairline. Despite his age, personal advancements in genetics have given his youthful look- though age is quick to show when under stress or any tensity is placed on facial muscles, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, eyes and nose. Also thanks to genetics, he doesn't need any form of help when it comes to moving around or eyesight.

Costume
N/A

Personality
Worn from years of trial and error with minimal long-term success, there is little left to loose.

Paul Svensson can be described as an overly zealous and selfish individual, his beliefs acting as the ulterior motives which drive him to commit to acts which could be called by the mainstream as corrupt, immoral and even inane or outright insane. This behavior- for better or worse -is unseen by the public eye, and in turn this lack of judgement has caused Sven to further dedicate himself to his beliefs. Isolationism breeding fanaticism, fanaticism bringing violence and violence driving his isolationism. A self-perpetuating cycle that only gets worse as the decades draw onward. The dire state of Suhona only dragging him down further in this behavior.

In the public eye, he is quite the polar opposite, being an act of happy lies.

Sven is a strikingly cold, but reluctantly harsh individual, who maintains a silence among his peers and a faking admiration for whom he sees as subordinates. There is a tendency to stare in curiosity at all those who provide a degree of interest, inevitably involving a discussion. It would seem that these discussions are for the purpose of understanding and building a professional connection. Collecting information however is his only interest- in all things associated with this fake personality, its all a way to disguise himself and become informed. To gather and plan, while simply appearing what he would consider "-inept like everyone else."

Backstory
The USA in the midst of the Great Depression wasn't a place to find many charming people, but Paul had a notorious hopeful charm.

Growing up in the midst of the horrible unemployment and then in a world torn by war didn't cease him in the slightest. Garnering plenty of friendships along the way and then enlisting in the US Army as the second world war came to an end. While never seeing combat, Paul's attitude did change over time with witnessing post-war Europe. Optimism was never lost, but the discovery of how violent the rest of the world was had changed his perception of others. Paul's smiles became increasingly sinister, taking an overwhelming pride in himself as everyone else seemed so incompetent, evil, cynical- he was optimistic, above them, above being self-destructive. Little did he realize that he had developed what many saw as a narcissistic personality, getting to the point of ending his service once the papers came around to being filed, many having become fed up with his attitude and getting outright hostile.

Back home, he'd move around cities on the East coast, finding home with many of his old friends and in time, being kicked out after some time of rampant experimentation. He had become obsessed with becoming smarter, narcissism feeding into a need to be superior, which made all who knew him personally quite frustrated at this obsessive need, as well as motivating him to find success. Unfortunately for others, he was quite good at learning academics, getting to the point where his experimentation had garnered the attention of quite a few employers. The rest of this era is simply a series of promotions and saving his income, as well as investigating politics out of curiosity from many government contractors.

In the midst of the 1960s he founded his company- Sven's Sciences -in the city of Suhona, making numerous health-associated products and getting favorable attention until the early 1980s. It turned out some of the chemicals involved in making these products had a lethal effect on tens of US citizens. Once the public learned, the company was shut down instantly, with the government getting involved in cleaning up and confiscating all materials...or so thought.

A hidden bunker, built beneath the Sven's Sciences facility in the late 1960s had been long maintained in secret, to which Paul Svensson desperately moved all his research and any possible materials into. As the years drove on and isolation continued, he had become forgotten from the world while rampantly researching and experimenting. And at the turn of the century, his experiments resulted in failure- but a useful failure. A specimen that'll be utilized as a stairway to the success he dreams of achieving...

Superpowers
-Intelligence (?)
While not born with a natural talent for the sciences, or engineering, or even mathematics. Paul every now and then creates something disastrously lethal, or finds a way to make it so, or possibly a way to twist physics in his favor with a week and some advanced sets of tools. He can't make a sci-fi suit out of scrap cans, but he could make much worse with some government funding and a few uninterrupted days of experimentation.

Gadgets

Bunker Computer

-Hacking
While struggling to file through the newest lines of code utilized by the freshest of technology, Sven is not lacking in the ability to hack basic mass-produced products, or even cameras found around the city. Even the unimportant facilities run by the government aren't safe- but the more important the program and it's function, the longer breaking in seems to breakthrough.

-Private Communication
A purely private and secured line between him and all those who work for him. It isn't without trace and can be breached seeing as this private network is all established by one paranoid old man, but it has proven more then useful to keep his identity an absolute mystery.

Talents
-Criminal Mastermind
While not one to call himself criminal, supervillain, or anything else he finds to be negative in tone due to the rampant narcissism he suffers from, Svensson is skilled at collecting information, gathering materials and developing plans swiftly against mainstream society. While useless for him alone seeing as he never leaves his bunker, it has come useful for his assistant/specimen, whom he puts to work regularly as this planning and gathering continues.

Name
Evaline

Nickname
Evy

Secret Identity
Solvency

Gender
Female

Age
24

Date of Birth
December 15th 1999

Height
6'0

Weight
165lbs

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Appearance
The result of decades of experimentation with genetics, Evaline is a tall, lanky, quite literal anthropomorphic rat covered in grey fur. Her body shape is rectangular, with minimal muscle and fat, coming off as strikingly uncanny and disturbing. Her eyes are beady, with two ears sticking out of the top of her head and a long tail coming from her back. Her teeth strangely (and in the case of day-to-day life, thankfully) are more human then rat, minus two front teeth with are strikingly bucktooth.

Costume
Covered in head to toe in black colored equipment, wearing a less cumbersome and more flexible flight suit, a custom helmet with a single wide visor going over the front, with numerous pouches attached to a military harness going from her shoulders to her upper thighs. Her hands are covered in thin gloves, with her feet wearing regular boots. Nothing disguises the rat tail however, that sticks out like a sore thumb.

Personality
Curious, eager, harboring a lot of pent up anger.

Evaline is the kind of person who makes for a great student, wanting to solve problems and very committed to her job, no matter how much she might disagree with it. Her job as of now however involves a lot reckless stealing and the rare killing, which can make someone who dreams of being a somebody very irritated. She lacks the content of character to be somebody, the lack of identity is actually a contributes to her unending curiosity for the world- people, foods, locations, music, its all rather fascinating to see, hear and smell, even despite Suhona's apparent decaying status. However, those things are never explored and likely never will be.

Eager and committed to solving problems doesn't mean calm. Anger is probably the sole word that can describe her, like a being representing the burning hatred her creator has for the world. However, her anger is seldom at the world- its bottled up, its been that way since her "birth" into this world, staying for a long while as abuse is coped with and damage is dealt. And when a combatant appears, all that frustration and anger seethes to the surface, empowering her to the point of reckless abandon. The supervillain in her can be embraced rather fast.

Backstory
A series of failed and contorted masses of flesh, lined up in a row of three adjacent to each other as they were close to a wall, dimly lit and nothing more then a horror show. Initially, it was expected to be another failure. One specimen wasn't, but as so far remained the exception.

Evaline was not only the exception but a proven long term investment, indoctrinated into doing what Paul Svensson had demanded of her. Abusive indoctrination followed into training, this minimal training was then followed into real life murder, with the SCPD having to investigate a series of deaths regarding gangs stumbling around inside the old Sven's Sciences facility. Evaline- who was now being regularly called "Solvency" by her creator -had began to garner experience in the art of keeping not only herself hidden, but in eliminating targets. As the murder increased, so did the silence of her acts, getting to the point where the SCPD were dealing with not only a dwindling amount of evidence, but also a lack of bodies as gangs became increasingly weary of investigating the facility.

As years have passed on, the city was steadily explored more and more, which she became familiar with as acts of quiet robbery were undertook. Now as Superheroes and Supervillains begin to peak in Suhona, it would seem that keeping silent will be a challenge, if not outright impossible. And the consequences of murdering unsuspecting victims and those same quiet robberies for supplies would become inescapable.

Superpowers
-Enhanced Hearing
Evaline's ears can pick up on sounds a regular human can not, from farther distances as well. Simple and great when it comes to setting up an ambush, but only in silence is it actually put to full use. With a city as regular and alive like Sohona, its just a slight improvement over a regular human, taking focus or heightened senses to truly hear something irregular in the cacophony of a city.

-Exceptional Health
Being the result of a desperate bid to improve human genetics has its perks, constantly in a state of fitness and good strength. This doesn't mean that she is more powerful then a human, mind you- just simply maintains a high level of health at all times without trying too hard. Minus when actual harm gets to her, that is.

Gadgets
-Polearm
A technologically advanced metallic polearm that can be extended on both ends. It has a singular grapple hook which can be fired from the push of a button at the base. A blunt weapon for when the encounters get inescapable and dangerously close.

-Silenced Pistol
A mere Glock 17 armed with a silencer. A simple means of murder without alarming a whole city block. All ammunition can be found attached to her harness and within the pouches attached to it.

Talents
-Silent
While not a perfect assassin, Evaline has adequately sneaked around the civilians of society without being spotted...often, the daylight makes for poor cover. Her movements could very well be picked up by someone with great hearing like her own, but for those unassisted it can be quite difficult to not only find, but track her down once out of sight.

-Acrobatics
Like any good thief, some flexibility is needed! All that one needs is good grip, or a grapple hook. Evaline makes use of this flexibility and acrobatics when sneaking around, getting a good grip on whatever is possible to crawl up walls, across ceilings and around whatever obstacle is in her path.