Superhero/villain Name: Anarkee
Civilian Name: Emma Graves
Origin city/Planet: Gotham
Hometown: Gotham
Sex: Female
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Age: 33
Birth Date: 1993
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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.

Biography---------

Character History/Origin: Emma Graves used to be the sweet younger daughter of a family of immigrants, with a doting older brother and a set of loving parents. Unfortunately, that was not meant to last. With the death of her mother in a mugging gone wrong, her home life began to spiral out of control. By her late teens, she and her brother were practically living on the streets, supporting their depressed and alchoholic father. Looking up to heroes like Grim, the pair hoped to emulate the masked hero one day. Unfortunately, this is where things went even more wrong. Is a misguided attempt to follow his hero, her brother donned a mask and got himself killed. Emma disappeared after that. It is unknown what happened to her. What is known is that six years 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!"

In the aftermath of the One Week War, Anarkee flourished in the chaos of the world. She traveled to war-torn locations, spreading her message of terror and anger wherever she went. Soon, cells of Anarkee-inspired terrorists began showing up all over the world, including Gotham. Anarkee set herself up as the Archangel of Chaos, with only one rule to her Angels below: "Do what the boss says. Don't piss her off."

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Nemesis: Grim
Allies:
Team: Angels of Anarchy

Superhero/villain Name: Aquaman

Civilian Name: King Orin, Ruler of the Lost Continent of Atlantis, Regent of the City of Poseidonis, and Emperor of the Oceans of the Earth.

Origin city/Planet: Poseidonis, Atlantis. Earth

Hometown: Podeidonis.

Sex: Male

Race: Atlantian

Height: 6'6"

Weight: 240 lbs

Age: 40

Birth Date: June 18th, 1985
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Costumed Appearance: Aquaman wears the traditional armor of the undersea kings of Atlantis, with gleaming bronze mail armor modeled after the scales of a long-slain beast of the deep. His forearms and lower body are covered in a skintight fabric of verdant green, designed to help him slip through the water with even greater ease.



Aquaman also moonlights occasionally as the undercover Atlantean hero Cuttlefish. This persona is meant to be stealthy and strike fear into the traitorous enemies of Atlantis. The suit he wears in this persona consists of a series of armored plates that can change shape and color to blend into surroundings, and an octopus-themed mask to conceal his identity as the King of Atlantis.



Civilian Appearance: King Orin rarely sheds his royal garb, even among his home city. While on dry land, he will reluctantly be put into a tailored suit of black or dark blue.



Icon: N/A

Costumed Personality: Aquaman is passionate about whatever situation is placed in front of him, but attempts to think first before rushing headlong into danger. As the king of Atlantis, he has been taught military tactics as well as political decorum. Aquaman tends to present a strong and stoic exterior to all but his most trusted allies. To those he lets in, Aquaman shows a more tender side. He is very compassionate to the needs of others, even if he doesn't always understand the issue due to cultural and class differences. With friends and allies, Aquaman is often the first to try and make a joke or start smiling and acting jovial, as he understands the stresses and pressures that have been thrust upon him and others like him and knows to take joy in the little things.

Civilian Personality: King Orin's personality is very similar to his more public persona.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
--Peak Human Swimmer: Aquaman is the best swimmer the Earth has ever seen
--Trained Combatant: King Orin has been trained from birth to be a warrior, ready to lead his people into battle
--Trained Tactician: Since he was old enough to understand battlefield theory, Orin has been learning the Art of War
--Trained Diplomat: A King must not only know how to fight. King Orin has been trained in negotiation and diplomacy

-Powers:
--Peak Amphibious Atlantean: Though all Atlanteans have the ability to survive in both air and water, King Orin has perfected the ability, able to leave the sea for periods of up to two weeks before needing to return to his watery home.
--Enhanced senses: All of Aquaman's senses have evolved to a higher degree than the average human's, granting him superior eyesight, hearing, and smell.
--Superhuman strength: Due to both his adaptations to underwater life and the uncontrolled magic in his blood, Aquaman is capable of superhuman feats of strength. At current, he can easily lift and throw a tank or an airliner, though his upper limit has not been found yet.
--Superhuman endurance: Due to both his adaptations to underwater life and the uncontrolled magic in his blood, Aquaman is much more durable than any other normal human. He can shrug off blows that would have obliterated a normal man, run incredibly fast for a much longer time than normal, and react to situations with a speed that even a cat would be jealous of.
--Energy resistance: Though not fully immune, Aquaman is resistant to most forms of heat-based or energy attacks.
--Marine telepathy: As the rightful ruler of Atlantis, Aquaman has the ability to communicate with underwater life-forms, beckoning them to his aid. He tends to simply ask the sea creatures for their help if they wish to lend it, though he is able to simply impose his will if he desires. Aquaman is also able to communicate in a limited sense with 'The Clear', a force which he believes binds the minds of all sea life. Using that connection, he has found himself able to slightly influence the portion of land-based creatures minds which remains connected to their primordial forms.
--Standard Telepathy: As an extension of his natural ability to command sea life, Aquaman has developed his telepathy to the point where he can communicate with more evolved brains, such as other humans. He has the ability to make his thoughts heard by others as well as to pick up on surface-level thoughts in those without some sort of mental shielding. He does not have the ability to implant suggestions or commands into other people.
--Mental Resistance: Having seen the power of telepathic commands and suggestions, Aquaman has taken steps to prevent himself from falling prey to a powerful telepath. He has conditioned his mind using training, technology, and hints of magic to defend himself from mental intrusions. It may not be enough to fully stop the most powerful of mind-readers, but it will certainly slow them down and hinder their abilities.
--Water-based magic: After intensive training with the court mages, Aquaman has mastered most forms of water-based magic. He is able to control and manipulate water in all its forms, , and no longer requires contanct with water for his powers to work.

-Gadgets:
--Atlantean Science: Atlantis was the most advanced nation on Earth before their continent sank beneath the waves. Simply because they were living beneath the sea did not mean this advanced civilization didn't stop advancing. Aquaman has access to the host of Atlantean technology
--Cuttlefish suit: Built from the designs of ancient Atlantean stealth technology, the Cuttlefish armor is built for near-total invisibility. Form-fitting armor plates are made of lightweight psycho-responsive metal, allowing the wearer to shift the color and texture of the armor at a though. In the hands of a creative user, this allows them to blend into nearly any environment with a moments notice.

-Weapons:
--Trident of Neptune: An ancient relic carried by the King of Atlantis, the Trident of Neptune has many powerful magical abilities. It can control the seas, creating and directing tidal waves or whirlpools or solid columns of water. It can manipulate storms, transform creatures into other forms, or make something invisible.
--Trident of Poseidon: Another relic of the ancient Kings, the Trident of Poseidon has a similar set of powers to its twin, though at a smaller scale. It has the ability to manipulate water and storms to a lesser extent than the Trident of Neptune, but it can also create water out of nothing and fire bolts of lightning.

Civilian Occupation: King, Ruler of the Lost Continent of Atlantis, Regent of the City of Poseidonis, and Emperor of the Oceans of the Earth.

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Character History/Origin: Orin was born to a long line of Atlantean royalty. He grew up in the lap of luxury, in the heart of the most advanced city on the planet. Though he wanted for nothing, his parents and tutors strived hard to impress upon him from a young age the need to care for others and protect those who could not defend themselves. These lessons would prove to be necessary sooner than anyone thought, as both the King and Queen of Atlantis were killed while diverting a menacing colony of sentient jellyfish away from the city.

Thrust onto a throne at the young age of 14, Orin soon found himself overwhelmed by the burdens of leadership. The boy would often steal away from the city and spend time among the ruins of Atlantis. It was there that Orin began to discover a small spark of magical energy within himself. He began to map the leylines of his home, finding once-rich veins of magic that had been used to advance their society, now long since dried up. Still, the exercise proved useful, as it gave young Orin a sense of what Atlantis once was, and gave him the time and space to decide what type of leader he would be.

Now, many years later, King Orin sits the throne of seas comfortably. He has led his people into an age of stability and relative peace, a rarity for the undersea kingdom. Until the leylines burst, that is. Several months ago, magical energy flooded the sunken continent, rocking the kingdom to its foundations. Magical energy sprang up not just from the ground, but out of the people as well, producing new sorcerers, wizards, and witches in an instant. King Orin felt his own latent abilities awaken as well, granting him even more power over his realm. After meeting his his historians and magical experts, King Orin concluded that the Wizard had chosen a successor, someone to safeguard all magic on Earth. This had rejuvenated the leylines and led to the newfound energies. King Orin decided it would be prudent to meet with this new Wizard and make them aware of the existence of Atlantis, and perhaps to judge the situation of the surface world as well, to see if they were ready for the reveal of their undersea bretheren...

The question Orin should have asked though, was were his own people ready? In the aftermath of the One Week War, Orin presented himself before the United Nations, revealing the existence of Atlantis and offering aid in rebuilding. This sparked the beginnings of a rebellion in his undersea home, led by Atlantean nationalists and fueled by religious zealots from Tritonis. This rebellion simmered quietly for years, with proposals and political candidates being pushed forward to try and 'purge the seas of surface filth'. However it all came to a head in the spring of 2025. The rebellion found a leader in Mera, King Orin's betrothed. With her leading them, the rebellion ousted Orin and took Atlantis for themselves, threatening the surface world with annihalation. Only the quick action of the Justice League halted the conflict, and several long months of subversion finally put Orin back on the throne. The rebellion defeated for noe, Orin finds himself wondering if he needs to take his mind off the world at large, and focus on his own people for a time...

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Allies:
Team: Justice League

Superhero/villain Name: Turn Back
Civilian Name: Jason Graves
Origin city/Planet: Millennium City, Earth 324
Hometown: Gotham
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian Human
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lbs
Age: 27
Birth Date: June 14, 1998 (1992 in his original world, time is funky)

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Costumed Appearance: Turn Back appears wearing a tattered black hoodie, using the torn hood to obscure as much of his face as he can. He wears a thin purple shirt underneath, and a matching bandana across his nose and mouth. His dark blue jeans are distressed and torn from abuse, and are cut off just above his black, steel-toed boots. Turn Back carries with him a collapsible cane and wears a single black glove on his left hand.

Civilian Appearance: Tall at 6'1" and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.



Icon: Turn Back does not have an icon at this time.

Costumed Personality: Turn Back is most at home when his face is behind a mask. He has been known to engage in banter, witty or otherwise, while pursuing villains; and is quite energetic in his pursuits. AS a product of his recent past however, Turn Back has learned to make some hard moral choices. He believes that there are times when the best way to protect people from the evils of the world are to remove the source of the corruption wherever one can find it. He would like to say he takes no joy in these hard decisions, but when faced with certain elements of his past, he is forced to admit a certain level of sadistic satisfaction.

Civilian Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, engaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
--Parkour: Jason has learned to navigate city streets quickly and in the most direct route, which often takes him in directions others would fear to tread.
--Impeccable Aim: Jason has trained himself to be an expert marksman... So long as the ammunition is rubber bands or pebbles, and the weapon is his hands.

-Powers:
--Energy Vampire: Jason has the superhuman ability to absorb and negate any energy which is directed at him. His body converts this energy into stored potential energy and can release it on command. Jason is able to either expel it from himself in a blast or wave, as well as imbue the energy into objects, which expel it in a blast on contact. There is an upper limit to how much energy he can hold, as well as a time limit before the energy starts breaking down with some explosive side effects. Jason is able to absorb all different types of energy, which have different effects as detailed below.
---Kinetic Energy: The most common and easiest type of energy for Jason to store, Kinetic energy is any physical force directed at him. After absorbing this energy, Jason is able to expel it in a concussive blast, essentially adding the power of whatever stored energy he has to his own attack.
---Heat Energy: Coming from fire usually, this type of energy allows Jason to expel blasts of intense heat. Any objects imbued with this energy also tend to pop like a firecracker.
---Electrical Energy: Most often found by tapping into live electrical systems, this energy allows Jason to send arcs of lightning towards his foes, though he has no control over the arcs when he releases them. Imbuing this energy into an object will turn it into an EMP
---Sonic Energy: This type of energy allows Jason to launch loud, ear-shattering attacks at his foes. While absorbing this energy, it also dampens any sound he makes.
---Photon Energy: Energy from light, essentially. Using this type of energy allows Jason to create bright, flashbang-type flashes, dazing opponents who look too closely.
---Nuclear Energy: Though untested, Jason has the dormant ability to absorb nuclear energy. This would allow him to direct potent blasts of radiation, as well as turning imbued objects into tiny bombs.

--Limited Invulnerability: Due to his ability to absorb energies directed at him, this has a side effect of completely nullifying any attack made against Jason. So long as he is aware of danger, his powers are active, and have even been known to stop bullets from harming him.

--Enhanced Stamina: By absorbing wasted energy when he walks or runs, Jason is able to go longer, and further distances than the average human.

-Gadgets:
--Prosthetic Arm: Jason's left arm was amputated at the elbow, and has been replaced by a prosthetic. This new arm is tied to his nervous system so that he can control it like a regular arm, though he has no sensation to it. Also his energy absorption abilities do not function through this arm, only energy discharge.

-Weapons:
--Folding Cane
--Pocketfulls of Rubber Bands

Civilian Occupation: None, currently.

Biography---------

Character History/Origin: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.

Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.

Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.

Several years later, having made a name for himself in the dark corners of Millennium City, Jason was contacted by a vigilante named Ditch. She was putting together a team of vigilante heroes to combat a growing dark force known as Umbra. It was Ditch's hope that the group of them together could defeat Umbra and provide a glowing example of superhumans in their world. Sadly, this was not meant to be. Though the group achieved early success, their numbers dwindled little by little. Some leaving on their own accord, others disappearing into the night without a trace. Jason's sister Emma was captured by Umbra, who used mind-cracking technology to twist the girl's psyche and turn her against her family. This moral blow was felt by the whole team, and one by one they fell to Umbra's growing army.

In a last-ditch effort to escape, the surviving members of the group of vigilantes pooled their resources and built a machine, capable of ripping through the fabric of space and time, and hopefully taking them somewhere safe. Umbra had won, the world was his to rule, and those few remaining resistors would count it a victory to simply be safe. Jason was the only one to make it out. He activated the machine, powered by his own genetic mutation, and found himself in a city not unlike his own, in a new world entirely...

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Nemesis:
Allies:
Team:
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The video fades in with similar effects to a VHS tape being started up. This seems to be a stylistic choice, the watermark on the jpeg guitar as it dances across the screen in tune with the sudden guitar riff is clearly not.

"Hello Justice League!"

A young woman stands before the camera. She appears exceptionally pale, limpid even. Her face is small and heart shaped, though the upper half is covered by an exceptionally large pair of goggles. Her hands, which she flashes before the camera in a flourish, are similarly pale. Her fingers are covered by black fingergloves, leaving most of her hand from the top of the palm down uncovered. Her thumbs are taped up. She appears to be wearing a black jumpsuit of some kind. She must think black makes one look thin. As for her body, it appears, from what can be seen, thin, and her breasts appear nonexistent.

"So, as you read in my note, this is an audition tape, duh right?"

Katy Perry is audible in the background.

"So, having seen your awesome stuff in the Middle East and... well everywhere at once during the war, it's kinda like... wow, that's nuts. I wanna do that too, so I stole shit!"

Cue a picture montage of the girl holding up stolen stuff while giving the peace sign.

"I got really good at stealing shit! I pick locks like most people pick their noses or other bodily regions. Ew. But yeah! Stealing shit was fun! Still is actually! Eventually I stole the right thing! THIS KICK ASS FUCKING KITE!"

An image is shown of a large kite, made out of a dark blue fabric that isn't identifiable on the film. It has lines of purple and a number of seemingly metal pieces covering it. A large unidentifiable mass hangs below the back. The girl is again giving the peace sign in the foreground.

"It's the coolest isn't it? But yeah I stole the kite and was like 'whoa' but I found out that it had human straps on it and I fit! SO I started training!"

Cue montage of the girl falling off the kite onto her face, thankfully at a low elevation, it appears to be filmed in Seattle, judging by the skyline. That must be her hometown. Her full body reveals her to be around five feet in height, if that pole in the video is three feet high.

"Went well! Now I can do awesome shit with it! Like fly... and... and... fly..."

"OH RIGHT it also turns into shields."

Cue poorly focused footage of the girl fighting two sharply dressed men. The men shoot at her, and she breaks the kite in two, blocking every bullet with ease. She smacks one aside, then takes the larger half and points it at the last man, whereupon it releases a blast of pressured air and flies into his face.

"Fuckin' sweet right? Anyway, just give me a shout when you inevitably have a spot for me, just send a message to Anna Onata of Seattle, Washington! Also known as the world's favorite thief, KITE GIRL!"

Cue video of Anna leaping into the air with fireworks at her back.

(Other information that I couldn't fit: Age: 21, Weight: Uh she doesn't even know she doesn't own a scale. Symbol: A kite, fuckin' duh. SWIFT backstory: Poor girl from Seattle, stole magic kite, steals better and bigger now.)

Harris Herzog: WORLD'S END RHAPSODY


Wilhelm Silber: MADE IN HEAVEN


Bjorn Ketill Bjornsson: CAN'T STOP


Bob Wojownik: CHICKS, CARS, AND THE THIRD WORLD WAR


Anna Onata: CHASE IT

Recommendations for Other Players' Characters I Guess If they Ever Read This

Karen Hernandez: TUSK

^{I feel that this song, though at first seeming a bit of an odd choice, suits Karen incredibly well. It starts slow and almost somber, much like Karen's early life, before suddenly bursting into a powerful blast of instrumentation and vocals. At this point I can't see her first Arcana transformation set to any other song.}

Velocity:

^{I don't apologize.}

David Kasimir: SHEER HEART ATTACK

^{Jojokes aside this song is pure 90s family friendly edge, perfect for ol Davie.}

Jessica Beedle: HIGH VOLTAGE

^{Fuckin duh.}

SERIOUS Velocity Suggestion: KICKSTART MY HEART

^{Just fucking listen to it.}

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Superhero/villain Name: Emerald Knight
Civilian Name: Preston Westfield
Origin city/Planet: Earth
Hometown: Coast City, USA
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 114
Age: 29 Birth Date: December 12, 1995
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Costumed Appearance: The Emerald Knight Himself
Civilian Appearance: Preston Westfield
Icon: The Lantern Corps symbol for hope, a thick circle with rectangles rectangles both above and below the circle. A stylized version exists on his uniform, while his ring holds a straighter version.
Costumed Personality: There exists little difference between how Emerald acts and how Preston acts. The Emerald Knight is the name of the unchained persona inside Preston. With the mask on, he feels like he's a completely different person with different responsibilities to Coast City and the earth as a whole. However, the biggest difference with the mask is that he's a little more "Hello citizen!" than he ever would be normally. As the Embodiment of willpower, he musters the drive to tackle any and all problems before him using whatever he can think of, and this bleeds heavily into his masked persona. If the man couldn't be stopped when he didn't have a magical power ring, think of what happened to his thought process after he got it.
Civilian Personality: A complex man with very complex tastes. Does he drink Dr. Pepper, or Coke? What movie should he watch for the fortieth time? Is he going to be the last person standing in a bar fight, or the second to last? These are the complex and important decisions that Preston makes every single day. Still a little bit of a child at heart, he refuses to step down from any challenge, including bleaching his hair and dying it blonde. He's determined to win, and win honorably. He sometimes lacks the foresight to see when a fight will land him in some serious trouble, or if its a bad idea to check out a meteor crash site, but it usually works out for the better.
Super abilities:
-Skills:
-Powers: Energy Construct Generation - The Power Ring grants Preston to conjure literally anything he can think of out of pure energy. The constructs are only as powerful as Preston is willful, but can still be broken by strong enough forces. This includes force fields, body doubles, and even generalized energy blasts. His constructs allow him to lift much more than any being could without assistance, though the lift would still strain his body. An underlying defect of the rings keeps Preston and other ring users from effecting anything that is yellow, to which he doesn't understand why.
Flight - Green Lanterns are able to fly up to Mach 10 in atmosphere zones, and possibly faster without anything holding them back.
Universal Translator - Being in an intergalactic peace keeping corps means that you have to be able to talk to any one and thing.
-Gadgets: Power Ring - The tool of the Green Lanterns, bore unto them by the ring itself, allows the Green Lanterns to do everything that they can do. Once a Green lantern dies, the ring chooses a nearby being who bears a strong amount of a certain emotion. In the Green Lantern's case, this emotion is Willpower. The ring is only as powerful as the user is, and their current mental state and amount of willpower are the driving factors as to how well the ring works. Each ring is powered by a battery, and must be charged once every full rotation of the current planet's axis, regardless of use.
Power Battery - The battery powers the power ring, giving it... power. It does little else, other than charge a ring. Power batteries are not interchangable. Blue Lanterns cannot use a Green Lantern Power Battery.
-Weapons: Imagination.
Civilian Occupation: Astronomer

Biography---------

Character History/Origin: Preston Westfield grew up in Coast City, looking up at the stars and wishing to one day hold one in his hands. His dreams were always above the clouds, in the mysterious void that was space. As a young boy, such interests were believed to be nerdy, before being nerdy was popular. As such, he was subjected to bullying. However, being bullied never made him timid. He stood tall during every confrontation, and waited for the first swing before doing anything himself. He never took any classes of any sort. He learned brawling during his schoolyard fights, protecting his love of space and those who shared his interests. As good of a fighter as he was, he was no athelete. He wanted to be a scientist who studied the stars.

As he grew older, Preston set his sights where his dreams were. His top-not knowledge landed him a full ride scholarship to the university of his choice, where he studied astronomy. His dreams were coming true, and after high school, he was hardly involved in fights. That didn't mean that he wasn't involved in them. He still protected the little guy, up until he left his university to go back home to Coast City. He had already been talking with the local labs of the city and had gotten himself a job as a paid intern, doing what he always wanted to do.

That was when it happened.

A sudden meteor shower had occurred over Coast City. There was nothing foretelling the event. Preston had been driving home after a long night at the bar, finding some more thugs to persuade into finding a happier life. He was still at the top, even if his body hurt. The shooting stars shone overhead, catching his attention, but they were much to large and much too bright. With a smile on his face, he knew he had to follow the direction the asteroids were moving. There had to be something that landed on the ground that he could show off to his coworkers.

It was then that he realized that it wasn't a meteor shower. They were moving too slow, more than enough for him to follow the trajectory to arrive at the crash site.

It was more than Preston could have ever hoped to find. It was an actual alien space ship! With an actual dying alien! Wait. Oh no.

The alien spoke vocally, but it was through thought that Preston could understand him. In his dying moments, the alien allowed his ring to be slipped off. Preston watched it float into the sky and dart around. He wanted to follow it, but it was much too fast. It was only seconds later that the ring returned, proclaiming Preston as the successor to the ring.

Preston disappeared for three weeks after that. The ring had sent him to the base of the green lanterns for training. It seemed like it was a public job. But one that offered no reward. Preston was all fine for a job that was paid in smiles, but he still needed to pay bills. He donned a mask and called himself the emerald knight, because green lantern sounded silly, and Preston could actually make himself a knight using the powers of his new ring. Only after succeeding in his training did he come home to be the protector of the stars. His stars.

And he couldn't be happier.

In the years following the mythical invasion, Preston made the decision to entrust the future of humanity in the Justice League. His plan of showing the world the stars had fallen apart. With monsters on the rise, they simply weren't ready for space. It was a hard move to make, but he had been reassured that the world would be safe, but just a little safer if he dropped in every once and a while.

So, Preston took to the stars himself, protecting his portion of the universe and eventually finding Sotra, a planet filled to the brim with techno-organic wonders, as well as political warfare. The planet was in a civil war, one that Preston couldn't look away from. A total of about two years had been spent fighting on Sotra, trying to find peace between the warring factions. In this time, in the midst of war, he found love with one of the natives of the planet, Catalea. After the fighting had finally settled and peace was on the way, Preston finally felt comfortable with leaving the planet. Rather than flight by ring, he was gifted a ship, and traveled with his new wife to show her the rest of the universe, starting with his home.

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Nemesis:
Allies: Alfred, his dog.
Team:Justice League
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Superhero/villain Name: Static Shock, typically goes by Static
Civilian Name: Virgil Ovid Hawkins
Origin city/Planet: Dakota City, USA, Earth
Hometown: Dakota City, currently a vagabond
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5"11'
Weight: 155lbs
Age: Birth Date: 17, Born may 8th, 2008
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Civilian Appearance:
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Costumed Personality: While the persona of Static is more or less the same as Virgil himself, Static is a little more brazen and twice as witty. He knew what it cost when he took the mantle. The people were always first, and Virgil couldn't be happier to put the lives of others before his own.
Civilian Personality: While born with a sense of right, Virgil's upbringing forced him to do some things that he wasn't proud of. Virgil was an overall good kid, but as he grew into his teens, Pressure to take a position in one of the many neighborhood gangs increased. He didn't want to pick a side, as he thought that they were all bad. Despite his thoughts, he had to play with them and keep them on the line. He wasn't happy with how he lived, but surviving meant he had to sacrifice some things. While very smart, he does have a bit of a mouth, and it has gotten him in trouble with teachers and others.

After the Big Bang, gangs nearly disappeared from Dakota, and so did the overwhelming pressure to pick a side. Virgil was able to get back to focusing on his life. Time at school was still time at school. He needed to keep his grades up so he could keep stay outside when it got dark. After all, being a superhero meant you had to stay up past curfew.
Super abilities:
-Skills: moderate hand-to-hand combat
knowledge in many applied sciences
-Powers:

• Super-Conductive Electromagnetism
  
  • Electromagnetic Fields
  • Electromagnetic Levatation
• Accelerated Healing
• Electrokinesis
  
  • Electrical Displays
  • Electromagnetic Bolts
  • Ball Lightning
  • Static Cling

-Gadgets: Static Saucer - It was once a trash can lid, Virgil cannot escape that truth. It simply appears to be a large, round sheet of metal that Static uses to fly around, but that isn't completely true. Gear created a disc that folds up when not in use, and can be used and manipulated by Static through the use of his powers.
-Weapons: None currently
Civilian Occupation: Student - Virgil's parents did not consent to Virgil taking the required classes to graduate early, so before the beginning of his Junior year, they declared him a home-schooled student. He currently does his schoolwork electronically, and sends it to his parents for them to keep track of.

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Character History/Origin: Virgil was born to Robert and Jean Hawkins, and was raised near the neighborhood of Paris Island, in Dakota City. Paris Island was known for being the poorest and most dangerous area in the city, and places like Virgil's block had some problems because of it. Growing up, Virgil always knew to stay away from the gangs and from that neighborhood, and he listened well. It wasn't until his Freshman year that rumors began to brew. A big showdown on Paris Island with nearly every gang in the city. The news moved around for months, and many of Virgil's friends decided they wanted in. Virgil was the last to join, and only due to the pressure of others that he knew.

The news wasn't well contained. News of the "Big Bang" spread far and wide, eventually reaching they Mayor's ears. SHe captitalized on the situation of such a large gang presence. She wanted to use an experimental tear gas, dubbed quantum juice, that could leave a tracking marker on all of the people it touched. When the Big Bang finally went down, the gas was used, and chaos proceeded.

The quantum juice had a disastrous effect on nearly all of the people involved in the Big Bang. more than 90% were killed due to the gas alone, and those that survived either mutated violently, or developed incredible abilities. Virgil survived, and was revealed to have become the latter option after Richard Foley, another friend from school, dragged him to an abandoned gas station near the scene. Static was nursed back to health over the course of the weekend, but his powers only began to show a week later.

He wasn't the only one to be affected by the gas in this manner. Many of the other survivors, dubbed Bang Babies, knew that this was the law's doing, and quickly relied on villainy to exact revenge for what had happened to them. Virgil would not accept that, and donned the name Static Shock to fight crime.

For two years Virgil fought the Bang Babies of Dakota City, as well as various other villains who rose to the escalating occasion. In this time, Richard had been exposed to Virgil long enough to adapt powers of his own, and became the hero known as Gear. With his powers, Richard was able to help Virgil even more, both on the streets and in the workshop. Static was better outfitted than ever before, and it was all thanks to his super-genius friend.

This high would only last so long, though. As Virgil became more adept with his powers, the more dangerous his foes became to combat such skill. Virgil was unable to keep his identity away from his family, who, were glad for Static for protecting the city, were more worried than ever for Virgil and his well being. Virgil almost had to hang up the goggles, but an agreement struck between him and his parents, and he was allowed to continue to fight crime.

One night, Virgil made the mistake of patrolling alone. As he combed through the streets, a Bang Baby by the name of Aftershock was prowling around near a gas station. Static had never faced another electricity based Bang Baby before, and was completely unaware that Aftershock's powers were the one source of electricity that could harm him.

The gas station exploded, and eight lives were lost that night. While nobody in the area knew that Static was present, Virgil took the loss hard. He stopped heroing for months, leaving Richard to suit up full time in Static's place. Eventually, Virgil decided that he wasn't worthy to protect Dakota City. Gear was doing a fine job with the few whom he had recruited. Virgil told his parents the truth about the gas station explosion, and offered him sympathy.

Virgil wanted to leave. He did. Without a word to Gear or even his family, Virgil took off for an unclear amount of time. He kept in touch with Richie after a bit, and eventually his family. To keep him in school, Richie was able to hack the school security and worked with the Hawkins family to make Virgil homeschooled as quickly as possible. For months he was out on his own, breathing fresh air and clearing his mind from the mess he was involved in. He heard about the school in Atlantis. A place for Metahumans and Homo Magi to grow and learn and figure out who they were meant to be. Virgil couldn't not look at such a place, and made some calls to a certain King and Watchdog.

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Superhero/villain Name: Apex
Civilian Name: Patricia "Pat" Palomo
Origin city/Planet:
Ciudad portuaria, Spain, Earth
Hometown: (Where your character currently lives.) Amnesty Bay, Maine
Sex: Female
Race: nondescript, human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 162 Lbs
Age: 32 Birth Date: November 9th, 1993
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Civilian Appearance:
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Costumed Personality: With her face hidden, Patricia lives without fear. Her Scarab ensures that she can get away with just about anything, an envelope she pushes further and further every single day. Sometimes she feels benevolent enough to use her powers to get free pizza, other times, she can make just about anything in the world free for her. This doesn't mean she lacks humanity. She tries not to kill the people she's harassing. Mortality is more important than the materials she's taking, but you can never make a good omelet without cracking a few skulls together first. Mistakes happen. Whether to call it a mistake, though, depends on the context of the situation and how it favors Pat.
Civilian Personality: A simple girl getting through a simple life. She loves those who she's close to, and would give the world to them if she could. Pat is a family girl who takes care of her own family, and not any family her father in involved in. Despite her animosity towards him, she can't deny how far his teachings took her. However, she's better than him. She still lives a somewhat honest life with a dayjob and everything, and doesn't murder people.
Super abilities:
-Skills:
-Powers:
Scarab Armor generation - The Scarab generates a suit of armor for Patricia to use, and the abilities of this suit are numerous, though not infinite. The armor can generate in sections, meaning that Pat can summon only a part of the suit if she doesn't need all of it.
Superhuman strength and Agility - Paired with Pat's natural strength and agility, the suit allows her to lift more than fifteen times of what any normal human can, and rival many animals in terms of on-foot speed.
Environmental protection - The suit can withstand high extremes for both heat and cold, including high speed atmospheric re-entry, and sub-zero temperatures.
Antagonist Adaptation - The armor can tailor its blasts for use against specific opponents (e.g., Kryptonite radiation against a Kryptonian, suppression blast against a mob). The blasts can penetrate a Green Lantern ring's shield. The armor can call up anti-magic effects against magical opponents. By the Scarab's own estimation, it can even develop countermeasures that can take on the Spectre.
-Gadgets: Sarhi-Ra, the Scarab - The powering tool behind all of Pat's superhuman abilities, Sarhi-Ra is an invention of an alien species known as the Reach. The scarab is a heralding tool that selects a host from a viable planet to ripen the specific area for maximum productivity when the Reach inevitably come to claim it. This Scarab, however, was defective, and gained artificial intelligence. It refused to be a part of intergalactic conquest, and though it doesn't always agree with Pat, the two are bound together, and the human has a much stronger will than that of the scarab. The two get along rather well, and Sarhi-Ra even assists Pat in stopping collateral damage when they conduct low or high level heists.
-Weapons: energy blasts, which can be shot from her fingers, or from a blaster created by the scarab.
Civilian Occupation: Personal Trainer at the Heidi Moneymaker Gym.

Biography---------

Character History/Origin: Born to a life of organized crime in spain, Patricia was trained to be a tough fighter and breaker of wills. Her body was always pushed to its limits growing up, and her mind became as hardened as her body. She resented this life. She wanted to be a normal girl, but she knew that she would never experience that. The first chance she got, the hopped on a ship and left her family without a word. She'd be her own woman in America.

Living down south in Florida was easy for the first couple of years. She didn't make a mess of things, and she actually had her life together. It wasn't until she made a grave mistake in who she was talking to that she was forced to run west, finding herself in El Paso. There, she found an artifact, a stone scarab. It united itself with Pat and was fused to her spine. Soon, it attempted to speak to her, telling her about the forces beyond the stars, and how she needed to defend the earth against them. Pat wasn't down for that life. With her steel will, she made the scarab bend to her, or so she thought. she refused the scarab and it's desires andShe fled again, northeast this time to Amnesty Bay, Maine. In the time that she had been living up there, she finally became a US citizen, and hid her crimes under under a nice looking carpet. But she was getting too big in her plans. Maybe she did need the power of the beetle to help her elevate her game...

Following the One Week war, Apex made an effort to keep herself a low priority in the eyes of the Justice League. Governed by spite, she operated in the shadows, building her string of spies and agents with the money she had stolen before the war. She needed to keep an eye on her son, careful to not wrap him up in the world of villany or heroing. The war had taken life and limb away from the whole world, and she would not allow the same to happen to her son. The Justive league and all available heroes should have done more. They should have been more widespread to keep the people alive.

Of course she did her part to help, using her Scarab to save as many people in her little town of Amnesty Bay before relocating once more to avoid detection. She needed somewhere new, somewhere far away. With the world still suffering from the abrupt arrival of might and magic, Patty and her son traveled west to Jump City, California, ready to take on the new coast.

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Superhero/villain Name: Spear
Civilian Name: Catalea Nayek
Origin city/Planet: Planet Sotra
Hometown: Niu Vex
Sex: Female
Race: Vespasian
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 256 lbs
Age: Roughly 29
Birth Date: 8/28
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Costumed Personality:
Civilian Personality: Years of being at war has forced Catalea to be rather strict, especially serving as a high ranking officer for the Vespasian Military. Peace and freedom for all is always at the forefront of her mind, though Preston has made her realize that the worlds are never black and white. There are always more options to explore. She has a sense of curiosity and wonder to her that opened back up after the war was over, reveling in what new experiences are available to her across the stars. When the foes fire first, all bets are off, and Catalea is always ready to drop into commando mode. Sometimes her search for the extra option can work against her, buying the enemy more time to bring her down.
Super abilities: Anhanced strength, speed, and durability
-Skills: Surgeon-like precision, tactical mind, cold-weapon proficiency.
-Powers: minor electric discharges
-Gadgets: Cybernetic body - Due to the nature of her species, Catalea is a techno-organic organism that is more synthetic than cybernetic, and thus has a variety of enhancements that puts her at an advantage against purely organic foes. This also allows her to easily replace parts and upgrade herself.

-Weapons:The Broken Spear- An iconic tool of her people that she used to lead others into battle, the Broken Spear is a modular weapon that is just as versatile as she is, transforming on the spot as she needs, and can charge and use an electrical current for minor electrical shocks.
Civilian Occupation: Catalea worked as a high ranking officer of her planet's military before joining Preston to defend people wherever she's needed.

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Character History/Origin: Catalea grew in Niu Vex, a Vespasian megacity and the largest augmentation plant on the planet. She grew up an only child, revering peace and justice above all. Her father was something akin to a policeman, but Cat wanted more. She joined the military in a difficult time as rebelious sects were growing, aimed at trying to disrupt the peace. As time marched forward, the sects united and grew in power, becoming a much larger threat than anyone could have anticipated.

She saw her world devolve into black and white, and between the two sides came the Emerald Knight, the new Green Lantern of their sector. The Vespasians had never been strangers to the Lantern Corps, and waited eagerly to see which side he would chose. While he did align himself with Catalea and the military, he made it clear that his intentions weren't completely with them. Winning the war was the best way to introduce new concepts to the planet without falling into anarchy like the rebels wanted. It had taken the greater part of three years, but in the end, the war had finally ended after more than two decades of conflict, and Catalea couldn't have been more thankful for Preston.

Despite her planet finally reaching peace again, Catalea wanted more. She wanted to see more, to do more. There were more people out there who needed help just like she did, and she decided to join Preston in matrimony and take to the stars to help those in need.

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Allies: Preston Westfield, the Emerald Knight
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Superhero/villain Name: Pierrot
Civilian Name: Carter Young
Origin city/Planet: Boston Massachusetts
Hometown: Boston Massachusetts
Sex: male
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5 feet 3 inches
Weight: 100lb
Age: 98
Birth Date: November 7th, 1928
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Costumed Appearance:
Pierrot dresses in a ruffled dress shirt and dark purple ringmaster coat to better conceal himself in the shadows. For pants he wears tight but still flexible pants and heeled lace up boots. His most noticeable features though, are his hat and his mask. His mask is that a pierrot and has no visible holes; instead his eyes are covered with black mesh, making it difficult, but not impossible to see. The mask also muffles his speech. His hat is a dark purple top hat with a lighter purple sash around the middle that matches a ribbon around his throat. As seen previously this hat can, and frequently is, used as a weapon. To top is all off he wears black leather gloves so that his fingerprints can’t be traced.

Civilian Appearance:
Small and petite Carter Young is not a very imposing character. He is short and skinny and very underdeveloped for a boy his “age”. He has an olive skin tone from his Italian heritage and dazzling emerald green eyes that always have some kind of emotion in them. His hair is a chocolate brown that goes down to the bottom of his ears; however it is very unorganized and tends to be sticking up all over the place. What sets him apart from the crowd is the prominent round scar in the center of his forehead. Besides that he is also known for his outfit choices. Bright and sometimes even neon colored skinny jeans are paired with just as colorful converse shoes and some kind of strange graphic tee-shirt. He pairs all of this off with some kind of energetic bow tie that he wears like a choker collar. Don’t put him pass crossdressing if he can’t find pants the color he wants.
Icon: His icon is the mask he wears whenever fighting. You can see it here.
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Costumed Personality: Pretty much the same, though he tends to talk less as he knows that people find it hard to understand him through the mask.

Civilian Personality:
Carter is an extremely flamboyant and eccentric being. He rants and raves about anything and everything; including things that may or may not only occur in his diseased imagination. He talks a bit too loudly most of the time and tends to be that person that skips down the halls. Sometimes that makes people think he is stupid or an airhead but that is far from true, beneath his blunt and odd behavior are secrets and discoveries only the slyest of people will uncover. His impressive and bombastic highs are only balanced by his semi-regular depressive episodes and bursts of anxiety; of course, he will never let you see this. He is never one to show weakness or any form of negative emotion. He is a being that never cries and whoever sees him cry… they are never seen again. At times he loses touch with reality and is known to forget the year, time and place for an extended amount of time (no longer than two days though) Making him irrational and at times delusional as he runs away from the draft board and looks for his older brother. He is hardly ever seen as serious unless you find him at the perfect moment or his past is brought up. When that occurs prepare yourself for some sage wisdom from an old man trapped in a teeny tiny body.

Super abilities:
-Skills: Skilled detective, expert marksman, high intelligence, skilled gymnast.
-Powers:
Immortality/resurrection. Carter, for reasons unknown, cannot die. He can be killed yes, but he always manages to come back to life. Depending on how severe or traumatic the death is will define how long it will take for Carter to resurrect. For instance bleeding out will take less time to come back from than being caught up in an explosion. One may take an hour while the other may take a week. During this time his body will not decompose in any way however he will not remember anything that happened or was said while he was dead.

Ageless: Ever since the first time Carter was killed and resurrected Carter has never physically aged nor has his mind deteriorated.

-Weapons:
“A very dangerous top hat ™”- A top hat that when activated produces razor sharp blades around the rim; thrown like a boomerang this tophat always comes back.
“La Bombe”- Small hand held bombs that pack quite a punch. (Includes regular, tear gas, knockout gas, smoke, and dirty bombs (filled with nails).
“Le enfin”- a voice activated bomb that causes major destruction that is strapped to his chest.
Throwing knives - enough said
“le personnel” - A cane decorated with a little jester head on top. This weapon can extend into a bow staff along with functioning as a sniper rifle.

Civilian Occupation: none

Biography---------

Character History/Origin:
Ever been an eccentric child in the 1930s? Carter has and it’s not fun. Born from an Italian and French immigrant along with his older brother Carter and his brother both showed remarkable intellect at a very young age; Shay showed his through science and mathematics while Carter’s showed in the arts and lesser known sciences such as psychology. His parents, extremely poor due to their immigrant status, saw their children's’ gifts and quickly began trying to get the attention of people of importance in their community; it took a while but eventually the two got the attentions of an elite private school right outside of Boston. However the school only wanted Carter’s older brother Shay. Carter, when interviewed, was deemed “too unstable and strange” for their school. So while his brother was away at an elite school Carter was forced to stay in public school. Something that while easy for the boy academically, was hard both socially and emotionally for the boy as his peers either bullied or ignored him for his eccentricities. The teachers were also known to get angry at the boy for questioning them.
His only friend in the world was his brother. Carter wrote to Shay frequently while the other was at school and when he came home for breaks Carter spent nearly all his time with him. Out of all the people he knew, even his parents, Carter felt like it was only ever his brother who truly accepted him.

As time went on Carter got older and before he knew it was his thirteenth birthday in 1941. Carter was walking home from school when he was suddenly pulled into an alleyway. He was held at gunpoint as two angry men demanded all of his possessions. The new teen opened his mouth, ready to scream to see if any Actor Activists would come to his aid, but it was too late. Carter died instantly from a gunshot wound to the head. His possessions were taken and his corpse left to rot and maybe found in the alley for three whole days.\

On the beginning of the fourth day though, something happened. Carter’s corpse began to twitch, shortly after it began to violently spasm before Carter’s eyes flung open and he gasped for breath. Scared and confused Carter looked around. What day was it? Why was he alive? He remembered the gunshot, he remember the quick and sharp pain of the bullet, he remembered when his breathing stopped, how was he alive?

He made his way home in a daze, entering his family’s small apartment much to the relief of his family. The relief soon turned to outrage though as they demanded where he was and how he got that nasty scar on his forehead. Knowing that he would finally be put away if he told the truth, Carter said that he had been attacked and simply knocked out, hitting a trash can on the way down. His parents didn’t ask any questions after that, taking the obvious lie at face value.
Carter tried to go back to normal but he couldn’t. A month after the incident Carter stole his father’s gun and shot himself in the head. This time he woke up less than an hour later without even a scar to show for it this time. It was time to let his brother know.

Once he told and proved to his brother what was happening (another bullet to the head) his brother began to test a willing Carter through a variety of experiments whenever he was home. It was concluded by the two that Carter could not die by any normal means and that the reasons, as of now were unknown.

Time went on and it was on his eighteenth birthday that he came to a second realization; he still looked the exact same as he did when he was thirteen. Luckily it was easy enough to hide at the time but as the years past and he still didn’t age while the rest of his family did he was forced into hiding from society; the last government record that concerned Carter Young was that he did not report to the recruiting office when drafted on multiple occasions throughout the 40s and 70s.
Time goes on, loved ones die, new loved ones are made, and then they die too. It’s an endless cycle that slowly turns Carter’s eccentricity into almost full blown insanity. Forced into the sidelines in fear of the government, Carter’s only wish is to live his life again or die trying. That is when 2019 hits. When metahumans come into the limelight and superheroes begin to take center stage once more Carter realizes that he doesn’t have to hide anymore. He can finally exist to the fullest.

For five years after 2019 Carter began training and building to become a vigilante. He learned how to build all his own gear and sewed his own costume. He took on the name Pierrot as he felt it fit his personality. A tearful clown that made others laugh.
Pierrot made his superhero debut in the summer of 2024 and has been fighting crime in the city of Boston ever since. (he does tend to die a lot though)

Superhero/villain Name: Velocity
Civilian Name: Verra Valinova
Origin city/Planet: Central City, Earth
Hometown: Central City
Sex: Female
Race: Metahuman
Height: 5'4"
Weight: >:|
Age: 23
Birth Date: May 20 2003 AD

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Icon: The Flash Lightning Bolt

Civilian Personality:

A bright ray of sunshine no matter the weather, her attitude has always been one of uncompromising optimism and joy. Since she was a small child she had always been that way, never letting anything get to her and supporting her many friends. As she has gotten older, her style has barely changed, though now what was once simply cutesy and adorable has shifted to take on a sometimes flirty attitude as she matures.Verra certainly knows what she's doing, finding it fun and thinking it brightens the mood of the people around her, though on more than one occasion she's had to sweet-talk her way out of a flirt taken the wrong way.

Costumed Personality:

Almost unchanged from her out of costume personality, Velocity is regarded by some as a bit of a Girl Scout in her ideals, always doing her best to do the just thing. Even the more murderous of her foes have found a cell in Iron Heights Prison, where she lets the justice system handle punishment. Her optimism is the one thing the people of Central City find most remarkable about her, in that she has never broken faith in her own abilities and the belief that everything will be okay in the end. That said, the life of a superhero does weigh on her, and she leans on her own optimism and the life of Verra Valinova to get her through the darkest times.

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Skills:

Polyglot - Due primarily to her "Speed Mind" abilities, Verra is conversationally fluent in multiple languages, and is easily capable of learning others. At the current moment(2026) she speaks English and Russian natively, and is fluent in French, Latin, Atlantean, German, Italian, Portuguese and Spanish.

Powers:

Speed Force Conduit -

Much like homo magi, the source of Verra's powers is something beyond herself, a dimension full of energy that seems to be the very fundamental force behind space and time. This dimension has gone by many names throughout time, though it is universally known as the Speed Force. People like Verra don't just have a connection to this realm as the magisters do, they rely on the leylines to channel their arcane powers and without them magic would simply continue on as normal. Speed Force Conduits on the other hand, serve a mutually beneficial purpose. Their powers are both a gift to the user, and a very necessary action for the Speed Force itself, serving as a release valve for the indescribably vast energies within the dimension. This is why there is always at least one speedster somewhere in the multiverse, running as fast as they can.

Superhuman Speed -

The primary power of a Speed Force Conduit, incredible speed. Because of the vast energies suffusing their body a speedster, as they are often called, is able to move at speeds beyond normal human ability. While at first she was able to achieve the speed of a mere mach 35 in the first few months of discovering her powers, she has since seen a steady growth after the events of the One Week War. Feats that require the use of special structures to channel her speed are now just for convenience, as with enough space she can punch holes through reality and time itself making her among the fastest in the entire multiverse.

Superhuman Stamina -

Along with superspeed, comes the ability to sustain it for long periods of time. Verra's superhuman stamina means that what would normally exhaust normal humans, is as easy as rolling out of bed. It takes excessive use of her powers to break a sweat, and pushing the limits to even come close to tiring her.

Superhuman Reflexes -

Another ability that comes paired with being a speed force conduit, is that of being able to perceive and react to things at superhuman levels. In an instant everything seems to slow down just for her, and she can easily dodge and redirect most direct attacks. No one is flawless though, and Verra's reflexes are only as good as her sense of awareness.

Accelerated Healing -

Down to the cellular level, Verra's body is in tune with the speed force and infused with its energies. Among the many other benefits and abilities, is that of greatly enhanced healing. What would take weeks for normal humans to heal from, she can do in mere hours if not minutes, and even some of the mortal wounds are just a setback. Accelerated healing can be a double-edged sword however, in that she has to be extra careful when dealing with broken bones and making sure to set them correctly as fast as possible before new bone growth occurs. Otherwise the bone would have to be broken again.

Electrokinesis -

Lightning. She can throw lightning from her hands. Well, it's not actually lightning, more like the electrostatic build up of energy bleeding off her body from the speed force when she's running at high speeds. With a little bit of effort she can directionalize the current that surrounds her, usually towards something that needs zapped.

Enhanced Mental Processes -

Moving at superspeed is one thing, reacting another, but being able to understand everything is something that could become quite difficult. Luckily for speedsters, their minds are also accelerated to process information as fast as they receive it. As quickly as she can turn the pages in a book, Verra can read and understand it. While initially unable to retain more than fragments of information attained in such a way, over time speedster minds are capable of speed-learning entire subjects and referencing it later as if they had known it all along. In her years since reintegrating with her natural timeline, she has been able to once more reach these levels, often times having to play down her near photographic memory in order to not draw suspicion.

Enhanced Senses -

Even without immersing herself in the speed force, Verra's senses are vastly enhanced by its energies. This leaves her able to see things unfold as if in slow motion in front of her, hear whispers across the room and detect the subtlest changes in temperature or charge around her.

Molecular Acceleration -

Through practice and a stronger connection to the speed force, she has managed to achieve control over the basic elements of her body, allowing her to be able to vibrate at specific frequencies to phase through objects.

Speed Force Aura -

While running at high speeds the speed force envelops her body in an aura of energy, bleedoff from the buildup of kinetic energy that shrouds her and allows others traveling alongside her to be protected by the intense forces.

Dimensional Travel -

Discovered during the Second Cosmic War in her other life, Velocity has the ability to open breaches between dimensions through running at a specific speed and immersing herself in the speed force. Normally the procedure is done through the use of specific structures meant to channel the excess energy bleeding off her, but in a pinch she can create a vortex to serve the purpose.

Time Travel -

A step above simple dimensional travel, when Velocity reaches certain speeds nearing light-speed, she is able to tap into the time stream and form temporal gateways. Unaided she is limited in terms of scope, able to easily reach times that she was physical present for, but finding it more difficult to go further back or beyond. Her 3176 self discovered that through the use of strange matter, she could stabilize these temporal gates and reach those distances. It has been discovered over the last few years though that the timeline is not quite as fluid as it used to be, and that she is no longer able to travel forward in time beyond a very particular date.

-Gadgets:

Metalloplastoid-microfibre suit -

While it's not the original she made herself in 2018, this one was painstakingly recreated to be a nearly identical replica down to the skirt and thigh-highs. Comprised of an advanced alloy with plastic properties, the fibres are tightly woven to provide a barrier that is not only bullet-proof, but is also impact resistant and incredibly lightweight. As it is a composite material, it is resistant to extreme temperatures and with proper additions can be air-tight. The biggest improvement over the original however, is the addition of the nanotech mechanism that contains the suit. With just the press of her finger against the icon on her chest, the entire costume collapses into a small heart-shaped locket hanging around her neck, from which it can be deployed again in an instant.

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Civilian Occupation:

A few years out of school and with light college courses, Verra carefully balances her life of crime-fighting with living on her own and keeping up appearances as just a normal girl out on her own. During the week she primarily still delivers for the local pizzeria, riding her bike around the city and earning herself a decent paycheck with the part-time job. On her off-time and weekends though she keeps up several other activities, such as her vlog on current events and a so-called "Super-watch" where she talks about a few of the rising stars in the world of crime-fighting. A few of her college friends call her "Little Lightning Bolt" as a joke, but the exact reason is quoted as "A girl's secret" and probably isn't a good idea to ask about it.

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Character History/Origin:

Even before the dark-matter infused lightning bolt, the woman who would one day become Velocity lived a fast-paced life. As her name suggests, she was born in Russia, in the city of Saint Petersburg and near the shores of the Baltic. Both of her parents were military, and so being on the move was second nature to her before she even came to America. Things only started to slow down when her father passed, and thinking it better for her, her mother decided to stay in Central City to allow her a chance to settle and grow roots. At first it was hard for her, though luckily she was still quite young and was able to learn the language quickly.

From there, everything took a fairly normal course for the young Verra. Grade School started rough, but in time her naturally bright personality made her many friends across the typical cliques. She even took on cheerleading for a while, though stopped before middle school so she could focus more on track and cross country. That was where she found a passion, and when she started running everywhere she went. Only with a pair of running shoes and the open skies could bring her calm as she matured, letting it serve as an anchor of normalcy as the world changed and so did she.

Then eight years ago, during her sophomore year of high school, something happened which changed her in a far more definitive manner than mere puberty. On one of her many runs along the trails north of the city, Verra had stayed out a bit later than intended, well into the night and past her curfew. Thinking to take a quick shortcut, she used one of the closed off paths in the forest, unaware of the very good reasons they were closed. A storm built fast overhead with little warning, clouds full of rain from the ocean front and bearing down on the national forest. With limited options, Verra decided to push on and keep heading towards home when a strange sensation came over her.

The rain seemed to stop in mid-air, just hovering around her as she came to a stop in a clearing. A flash overhead signaled the lightning bolt coming down, but though it should have been instant, she could see it slowly arcing down to earth where she stood. Mesmerized by it, or perhaps paralyzed by some force she was unable to move in time to avoid it, being struck by the powerful energies and knocked unconscious.

A month later Verra awoke in Central City hospital, finding flower arrangements surrounding her and her mother asleep in the chair next to her bed. Though she had been miraculously unharmed by the lightning, it had put her into a slight coma and on more than one occasion her heart had apparently stopped. Only later would she discover that during that time it wasn't that her heart stopped beating, but that it was beating too fast to be measured. It took a couple days for her to convince the doctors that she was fine, her mother's threats in the background helping. Before long everything was back to normal, and she even caught up on her school work, though the cheer and track coaches had both insisted on her sitting out for a couple weeks to make sure she was ready.

Yet she wasn't quite the same Verra Valinova that she was before the lightning bolt, and as time passed she was finding herself more and more aware of subtle changes. Her reflexes seemed almost superhuman, and she sometimes stumbled over herself when she got in too much of a hurry. Everything slowed down on occasion, as if she was just slightly disconnected with time. Then one night she took a run and found herself a great distance farther than she thought, and scorch marks on her clothes as if from friction burns. That was the night she truly became Velocity, and thinking to test her newfound powers, she ran as fast as she could…

Two strange things happened at that moment, both somewhat contradictory to each other. At the instant that Verra broke the sound barrier, her velocity increased a hundredfold propelling her forward at an exponential rate. Unable to control her speed, she ruptured the barrier between the speed force and real space, causing a massive shockwave of dark matter and submersing herself directly into that other dimension. Mere moments later she emerged again, though in two different places and two different times. In one instance she stopped just outside her home in Central City, disorientated from the dissipating energies of the speed force, but otherwise fine. At the same time she also emerged over a thousand years later, stumbling into a room on board the Legion of Superheroes space station.

Life continued on as normal for the Verra who returned to Central City, well as normal as life could be for a speedster superhero. She made friends, fought increasingly dangerous bad guys, and even made a sweet costume to look like a proper hero.

In the year 3146 however, she looked back on those years and saw the story of a speedster named Celerity who balanced a life as a movie star, and one as a hero. Central City had long since been destroyed in that time, fallen to one of the many cosmic threats that the Legion had been fighting for decades. She was simply the newest speedster recruited by Lady Arcana. For thirty more years they fought a losing battle against an evil so terrible that it had no name. It fed off the powers of every fallen hero and villain alike, forcing more than one unholy alliance in the name of survival, but defeating them all. In time, the Legion became the Remnant and numbered merely a dozen desperately holding the line for the last few vestiges of life. Everything ends eventually though, and Verra Valinova has vowed to defeat this evil in the name of her fallen friends and family, no matter the cost.



After thirty years of desperate battle against an unspeakable foe, the Remnants had one last gamble in order to stop the threat that had been consuming the entire multiverse. With the help of Lady Arcana and Tyrant a vortex was created that allowed Velocity to go back over a thousand years to the point where everything started, to destroy their enemy at its conception. They fought a pitched battle on the edge of the last remaining bastion of life, mere hours away from total defeat, all in order to get her through the portal and break the most sacred of laws. She breached time and space in that moment, immersing herself in the speed-force and returning to the time she had nearly forgotten. When she arrived the fight against Eris and the Second Titanomachy had already begun, with the heroes facing off with Chronus in Maryland. She struck with all the force of her arrival, stopping the titan's heart with a crack of thunder that announced for all that she had returned. There was little time to celebrate though, for just as the heroes had realized that minor victory, Eris herself arrived above earth doing battle with Lady Arcana.

Clever thinking and cooperation with her fellow heroes allowed the group to banish her to another Earth, where she has remained since that fateful battle. It would take the better part of that week for them to clean up that mess though, and while she supported them as best she could, Velocity had another mission to attend to. When she had been briefed on her objectives by Tyrant, it was explained to her on the supposed origination of their enemy. As fast as she could she raced to Salt Lake City where her grandfather Raymond von Luneburg lay dying from the battle with the titan Theia. Her interference in the timeline had changed the outcome of the war, Chronus was supposed to kill most of the heroes he faced and the Titanomachy was supposed to be victorious. Raymond in the years that followed had joined the first Justice League under the title "Warlord", but his dark past left skepticism over to what lengths he went to secure the safety of the Earth. There he lay dying from arcane injuries, and she broke from her mission in order to save him.

A year later and that brush with an end to his immortality was forgotten, but for Verra there were yet more issues at hand. Her merging with her original timeline had strange side-effects on her mind and body, foremost the reversal of nearly thirty years of aging. It had been as if she had never left the year 2018, still looking and feeling very much the same as the day she left. That had been disorientating at first, but she adapted through focusing on the battle at hand. With nothing left but cleanup, she had to face the idea that she might not return to 3176. The longer she stayed in the present timeline, the more this was confirmed. One morning in 2021 she awoke and realized she had forgotten the names of a few people who had fought alongside her in the Legion, as well as several other minor facts. She was reintegrating into the timeline, and her memories from that future one were being overwritten. It was akin to recording something over top of something else, the original simply disappeared. Her first reaction was to try to go back.

Countless times she used various natural rings around the US in order to gain the speed to breach the timeline, but every time she found herself unable to go farther than seventeen years in the future. She could go back almost as far as she wanted, even visiting the late-cretaceous period in a particularly daring test of her skills, but no matter what that one single point in time denied her. Science couldn't explain it, and not for lack of trying either. In between writing down everything she could from 3146 to 3176 she had delved into the subjects of physics from the very basic to quantum. She masked her attempts to decipher the timeline by going to college for a physics degree, moving out of home and into college housing in downtown Central City. When everything had finally come up short, she cashed in her last resort and spoke to her grandfather.

Raymond, or Rammon of Akkad as he had started to more openly identify as, was an accomplished magister and holder of the single greatest compendium of arcane knowledge next to the Rock of Eternity itself. Though she didn't like the idea of relying on magic to solve the problem, it was the only option left to her. Together with Raymond and Lady Arcana, who had been briefed on the problem and the reasoning for it, they scryed into the speedforce and attempted to look into the future. The revelation of why the timeline was obscured to them had left all three with an understanding of just what was at stake, and while Raymond redoubled his efforts to impart his knowledge on Lady Arcana, Verra had a new mission.

At home she played the part of a normal college student. She had a part-time job delivering in the downtown area, as well as a vlog and another thing on the downlow. Her studies looked every bit like someone juggling a six-year degree on scholarship, an athletic past-time and just trying to live a normal life. When the need arose, she put on her costume and became Velocity. Her speed put away countless criminals in the Central City area, and in other parts of the world when the Justice League faced off against another major threat. Yet despite it all, her focus was elsewhere.

In between all of that, she had one singular goal. She had to become faster, not just than she had ever been, but faster than any speedster who ever was or will be.

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Nemesis: School >:|
Allies: Raymond von Lundgrau
Team: The Justice League

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The public face of Zoey Kasimir is well-crafted and honed, the billionaire coming off as little more than a ditz who inherited her family’s money. Before the rise of metahumans, the best points about Zoey would be her elegant bearing, and to those who knew of it, the push for Blackrock Medical to develop more ways of helping others. With the rise of metahumans, she’s also become a bit of a leading force in at least funding metahuman rights.

However, Zoey’s attempts to be aloof can be broken. There are certain buttons that can be pressed that will make the billionaire quick to anger, dropping into a cold face full of simmering anger beneath the surface. Between the two facets of this public personality she can come across as thoughtless, at times with her sharp tongue even a bit of a bully.

When not in the company of those who she needs to have these masks up for, Zoey’s quite different. She can be flirty, playful, even a touch of an awkward nerd when she gets talking about her current projects or papers that have caught her interest. Yet most of the time she just seems… worn out. Tired. Bitter. Not to mention a bit of a workaholic, on top of being a functioning alcoholic. When it was her against the world there seemed to be no end of crime, no end of those who got themselves hurt trying to follow in Grim’s footsteps. With the rise of metahumans there came companionship from others like her, but also the rise of everything else wrong with what they did.


For years Grim was spoken of like a myth, like a monster that lived in the shadows with the sole purpose of seeking out even bigger monstrosities. He stuck hard, fast, leaving little opportunity for someone to respond and with not even a whisper to those he saved.

Even decades later in the current day, with Grim finally revealed in the spotlight placed over metahumans and their ilk, he continues to be intense and ruthless. He rarely speaks except to his allies and when necessary. On street patrols he has no fear in hurting criminals; it wasn’t much of a surprise when people were found with broken bones or concussions. Grim hits hard, fast, and dirty to prevent injury to those who don’t deserve it - and if she thinks it will stop them from returning to a life of crime or even just spilling back into the streets, even better. Yet despite this thought process, and despite thinking that some people can’t be rehabilitated and deserve to be put down like dogs, Zoey is reluctant to kill. She’s done it before, she’d be foolish to think she isn’t going to again, but she also knows that taking a life becomes easier every time, and maybe she’s become too jaded to make that decision anymore.

On a lesser note, due to cultivating the appearance of being a male, both with her voice synthesizer and chest binder, Zoey is also talented at switching her mannerisms and actions to be masculine - down to her very walk.



Skills
Money.
Tech Genius.
Advanced medical knowledge.
Insanely high protective instincts.
Finely honed reflexes at peak human condition, and further can ignore almost any pain.
Multiple unarmed fighting techniques.
Trained in most firearms and weaponry, with a specialization in long-ranged rifles, thrown projectiles, and small blades.
Has quite the memory, except for names oddly enough.
Resistant to all common poisons, and several exotic ones.

Powers
None

Gadgets








Weapons
Grim’s weapons mostly consist of her gadgets, and are listed above. However, Kasimir Castle is home to a large number of firearms and weapons, as well as its own defenses. Most of these weapons are hidden due to paranoia. Notably, on the top level around the bedrooms is a mini gun.

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Maybe is was insanity that first began Grim, long before the name was ever given. Youthful arrogance, a genuine if misguided need to help, peppered with stories from her father of the great Actor Activists of old, and how their family descended from one of their closest comrades. It was all a potent cocktail that began the tale of what would one day be the myth, and the legend.

Of course, starting off this career on the streets of the mostly crime-free upper city of Blackrock wasn’t exactly a glamorous start. In reality, if the truth hadn’t come out about her own family then Zoey’s little escapades would’ve likely died there. Yet fate did come together, and it was a perfect storm of events that had the teenager tracking down the man who had caused the accidental death of her mother nearly a decade earlier. It was from this career criminal’s bleeding mouth that she found the truth.

Her father, the person she had loved most in this world, had bought the man’s actions that day. A seeming accident, a decade old secret. And when Zoey confronted him, all Zaden Kasimir had to say was “She was going to take you away from me.”

The grief and turmoil in Zoey wasn’t at all abated by her father’s subsequent confession to the police in a misguided attempt to ease his daughter’s pain, and the budding technical genius sought escape. Moving across the country to Gotham with only her loyal bodyguard at her side, all that Zoey wanted was a new start. Yet the crime, the corruption, injustice that absolutely polluted the streets as thickly as the dark clouds above soon ignited the resentment that 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.

Maybe part of 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, despite those early times in Gotham nearly killing her. It became an obsession. She was already trained how to defend herself due to the enemies 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. When she wasn’t on the streets, she was creating - gutting old battlebots created in her youth to put together whatever could give her an edge in cutting through the much of crime.

Part of her realized the irony when she turned to using her family’s medical background to create even more effective combat devices. 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.

And Grim did.

The myth and the legend grew over the next two decades, and though content to stay in the shadows it was never meant to be. When magic finally returned to the world Zoey was left flat footed, revealed officially in the New York Riots, though through befriending Lady Arcana and finding one of her old friends had these powers she quickly regained balance. That genius that first created Grim’s tech was soon turned to applying magic, though Zoey had none. With this new advantage came new threats, and Zoey had to make sure both herself and her adopted son were safe.

It was this friendship with the two heroes, not to mention her own desire to assist, that had Grim being part of the One Week War in a far more grand scale. Every bit of knowledge she had hoarded and stretched went into battling the Titans, and when the dust settled with her and six others elevated beyond the rest.

To be honest the fame kind of disgruntled Zoey.

Still, she worked with it. Keeping her ditzy public persona helped as behind the scenes she designed not only an entire space station, but more and more of what was needed for her to work with them. The Iron Fang Armor is possibly the absolute pinnacle of current day battle tech, and though Grim would never be as strong as Tank nor as fast as Velocity, she had all she needed.

In truth, the grief of losing her son to Anarkee sparked a lot of that innovation in the five years after the One Week War. Throwing herself into work [and the bottom of numerous bottles] was Zoey’s best coping mechanism, as well as her second adopted son. If it wasn’t for Malcolm and the Justice League she would no doubt be much worse off. As it is, part of her knows she’s driving her second son off with her worry and protectiveness.

As Grim, all he could do was his best to protect the world and his family.

As Zoey, she couldn’t help but feel she had failed them.

Optional information
Nemesis: Anarkee
Allies: Justice League, Watchdog, Tiger, Commissioner Jasper
Team: Justice League

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Appearance: Joshua, for all intents and purposes, looks like a demon. His skin is a dark navy color with a few bright red markings – a line over each eyebrows that then turns up to just slightly over his horns, just under his eyes, two stripes along his jaw, and a few along his shoulders, back, and thighs. His horns point up from his forehead with the slightest of curves, the same dark blue as his skin, with long pointed ears and eyes a pure glowing white with no pupils or iris. All of Demon’s teeth are pointed and slightly elongated, but his bottom canines are so long that they can’t fit in his mouth, having a slight curve to them so they can rest easily outside. His hair is black, and a little wild, having a thick layer of scruff along his jaw and his haircut is short but messy – he cuts it himself after all. His nails are black and sharp, not to mention hard as rock, and his feet are warped to being almost gargoyle-esque in nature – he stands on the balls of his feet and his toes have grown to basically be talons with a rather impressive grip. Lastly, Demon is very impressively built, with arms like tree trunks and thick muscle all over his body.


Civilian Personality: Josh tries really, really hard. In the end, it just makes him come out kind of awkward. For a teenage boy he’s really sincere naturally, trying to cover it up with a tough front and posturing. To be honest it doesn’t work out well, considering he’s also prone to crying a lot. Josh is also really more of a follower than any sort of leader, naturally following orders and trusting the judgment of others over his own due to a lack of self confidence.



Skills: Knows a few things about defending himself and using his bulk to his advantage, but is barely above someone just learning their first martial art in terms of skill.

Powers
Demon Form: Josh changed to Demon months ago, and if there’s a way to change back he hasn’t found it.
Enhanced Strength: As Demon, Josh has an amazing amount of strength. Metal crushes easily under his hands, and he can shoulder his way through brick walls. He’s capable of lifting hundreds of tons.

Thick Skin: While not completely invulnerable Demon’s skin is more durable than most, especially against elements such as cold or fire. He has more stopping power when it comes to physical attacks as well, but isn’t nearly as invincible – an animal’s teeth would barely scrape, and most bullets would pierce but not even fully enter his body.

Accelerated Healing: Demon can heal from an injury that would normally comatose or kill a normal person within a few days, smaller injuries healing much faster. A typical cut would be completely gone within an hour, and infections or sickness typically burn themselves out before it even starts.

Acid Fluids: Both his saliva and his blood are acidic, capable of burning through metal in minutes.

Enhanced Reflexes: Demon’s reflexes are much higher than an average human’s.

Nightvision: Even in pitch darkness Demon can see perfectly, as though it were broad daylight. His vision is slightly better than an average human’s as well.

Gadgets: None

Weapons: None

Civilian Occupation: [Former] High Schooler

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Honestly, Josh was pretty much a normal guy before he transformed. His family was lower middle class, christian, had an alright house for Hub City, two kids and a dog. Josh was the younger of the two, in his junior year of high school and on the football team – sure, he wasn’t the best on the team, but he was part of it! And, okay, so some of the other guys made fun of him for being a bit of a cry baby, but as one of the bigger guys on the team it was mostly light teasing. He was even pretty sure one of the girls in his homeroom class was into him!

Then things started changing.

At first it was actually kind of cool. It seemed like he was hitting a second growth spurt, he bulked up easier, he even felt stronger! Sure, it came with some sickness, and for some reason his body was reacting in other weird ways like the strange bumps on his forehead but that was fine. The next football game he was practically the star player, no one able to stand up to him. It was exhilarating. It was amazing!

That night his tooth brush melted in his mouth. Literally.

Everything began falling apart. Josh tried to hide it as long as he could, to figure out what was wrong with him. Those little bumps on his forehead kept getting bigger, he outgrew all his classmates, outgrew everyone in the school and could barely fit in his desk! He was getting sicker, his teeth were growing weird points, even his skin was taking on an odd, sickly hue. Though he didn’t know it, the return of magic – and more importantly, the influx of its presence around Hub City – was activating his own metagene in a slow, steady fashion. The more it seeped into his very body, the more he changed. It would’ve continued along that route too, if it hadn’t been for Iron Eagle.

On December 1st when the terrorist attack had struck the fires in the Wedge had burned fierce and long, spreading to nearby homes and neighbourhoods. The Christophe home was one of those caught in the wild blazes. As sick as he was from his body’s constant change Josh was passed out when the fire started. With their parents out for the night his older sister, Hannah, attempted desperately to wake him, their dog wildly barking at her side. By the time Josh was finally roused from his sleep, disorientated and feeling like he was on fire, the room literally was on fire. Flames licked at the ceiling, burning away at the wood as Josh staggered to his feet. His sister urged him to the hallway but he had taken too long to rouse. The ceiling collapsed on all three of them, and the floor gave out.

Josh really couldn’t describe what happened then. Heat had filled his body, different from the flames, powerful. The fire that once burned him no longer seemed more than a bother, the weight of the debris above them trifling at best. He had instinctively grabbed onto Hannah and his dog during the fall, protecting them from being harmed. It was almost pathetically easy then to stand up, the weight above him nearly shrugged off before he merely shouldered his way out of the nearest wall and to fresh air. He could see his parents pulling up as the fire seemed to illuminate everything as bright as day. His dog was barking in his arms, his sister shifting – everything would be fine.

... Then his mother started screaming.

Josh had nearly dropped the two in his arms out of pure surprise at being startled by the noise. Yeah the house was on fire, but the scream was absolutely blood curdling, and she was pointing at them. At him? In the next moment he did drop Hannah, as his dog’s teeth dug into his arms deeply, tearing the blue skin before the dog yelped and let go.

Blue skin? Josh stared at his bleeding arm, red mixing along the deep navy blue, his nails long and black as onyx. When his mouth dropped open in shock he could feel something weird moving against his upper lip, and reaching up to feel there were teeth, jutting out from his bottom jaw longer than any normal human’s.

There was so much yelling. Josh could only look down at his sister, unconscious at his feet, then up at his parents, scrambling to the car. He took a step towards them but before he could get another, a shot rang out. The windshield of his parents car was broken, pain bloomed in the side of his head, and heat ran down his face as he staggered. Another shot, this one ruffling the hair on his head. A primal fear bloomed in him, and with strength he didn’t think he’d have Josh took off.

Screams followed him as he bolted through the neighborhood. People ran. When he stumbled into a car trying to brace himself as his head pounded the roof crushed under his grip. Then the sirens, police shouting and lights – another gunshot. Disorientated and panicked, Josh fled once more. Wanting to get away from the screams, the yelling, he ripped a manhole cover up. He was too big to climb in normally, but the pavement crumbled under his hands and shouldering the rest of the way in he managed to climb down and flee into Hub City’s expansive sewer system.

And… that’s where he stayed. For more than half a year.

Venturing back into the surface had people screaming, running from him. The hobos down in the sewers did the same. Even when he tried to talk to them, all Josh got was yelled at.

“Demon!”

“Demon!”

“Demon!”

Eventually Demon just sort of … accepted that was who he was. Trying to talk did nothing. He could only survive by stealing from the hobos, eating rats, doing what he could. It was a miserable existence. Yet he couldn’t leave. He didn’t know what to do. He was strange, different. A wound that should’ve killed him, that destroyed his eye, was healed within a month – even his eye grew back. Glowing white. The bullet was probably still lodged somewhere in his head.

Then Demon saw it, one day while looking for supplies in the local hobo camp down in the sewers. They ran from him, as always, and he took only what he needed. Yet one of the shitty little TVs was playing a news story, riots in New York. Lady Arcana – he had seen her on other news stories. And… someone else. A monster. Like him, but different. Helping.

When he eventually found Harris, thanks to Lady Arcana’s intervention, it was both everything Josh wanted and not what he was expecting at all. He lived in a forest for nearly a year, but he learned about helping others from Mr. Harris as well as a bit more on how to control himself. His confidence began growing, and with it his capabilities as he became more confident in his own skin.

It still wasn’t enough against a Titan.

During the One Week War, Josh separated from Harris to combat the second Titan ravaging the US. All it took was one misstep, one stupid moment of trying to save someone else, and Demon was not only crushed but literally split in two.

Had it been anyone else, they would’ve died. As it was, Demon’s healing managed to keep the upper half of his body just barely hanging onto life, though if it wasn’t for the quick intervention of Lady Arcana he still would’ve perished. Locked away in the Rock of Eternity for five years, the stasis abilities of a certain room allowed Josh’s self-healing to focus on the slow process of repairing his body, rather than having to keep him clinging to life.

Now, five years later, Demon has once more emerged into a very different world.

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Optional information
Nemesis:
Allies: Mr. Harris!
Team:

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To many people, Kailani could easily be described as a puppy. Excitable, curious, and hasn’t quite learned the nuances of what is and isn’t a chew toy. She is incredibly upbeat, often sporting a toothy grin and bright eyes, as well as being incredibly hard to shake from that stance. Even death isn’t much of a dampener on her mood, being that she’s eaten plenty of people before - she sees bodies in a detached way and is never made queasy by death.

It’s a good idea to keep an eye on her actually, considering that ‘eating’ is her usual way of exploring or discovering something she’s curious about. Which, again, is a lot. Everything appears new to Kailani, and she’s an eager student - so far she likes batteries! They make her tongue tingle.

As an aside, she’ll often describe things by taste or texture rather than anything useful.



Black Hole: Kailani’s race is famous for their ability to devour anything. Solids, liquids, acids, rocks, bones - they can digest absolutely everything, as well as bite through everything with a combination of powerful jaws and strangely coated teeth, not to mention a reinforced throat. On the flip side however, they eat a lot, and if they don’t get enough mass ingested their bodies will begin to eat itself from the inside out.

Alien Physiology: The armor-like hide and heavy density seem to travel over with Kailani whenever she’s in her human form - getting her on a scale will bring up extremely strange results.

Adaption: These aliens are also extremely adaptable to their environment, as they have to be in order to eat whatever is in it! When they eat enough of a species they can take on qualities of it in shapeshifting - but not specific ones they ate, rather just a variation of the race. As well as that, due to being bred partially to help with recycling, their very lungs will adapt to whatever planet they’re in to purify the air; on earth they’d breathe in carbon monoxide and exhale oxygen, as well as destroying harmful pathogens they inhale as their body attacked with the ferocity of breaking down whatever entered their bodies.

Adaption Part 2: Electric Boogaloo: Part of the previous ability includes being able to pick up languages extremely easily, and even if their natural language of pitches and growls from large mouths full of sharp teeth can’t handle it that’s what the shapeshifting is for!

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Historically, Devourers have a very mixed reputation. They were first discovered when their natural predator on the planet Zaox became endangered, allowing them to breed out of control and emerge from underground. Soon they were devouring cities, people, and it’s said the very planet - down to the last rock they stood on. After all, with their hardy constitution and adaptability if they could survive being without food long enough to hit another planet while floating around, they’d just continue on with engorging themselves on everything in its path.

With that being said, Devourers when not hungry (or at least, not as hungry) showed an obvious intellect. Their bodies adapted to any place they were found, some being found green and covered in leafy foliage while others were course-skinned with diamonds seemingly embedded in them. More than that, they seemed to be able to almost understand any race they came across - sometimes as friends, more often as enemies.

Eventually, someone had the idea to use them. A good, well-fed Devourer could completely replace a garbage compactor and seemed happy for it - better for the environment, better to not make an enemy of the dangerous creatures.

There were still incidents, like what happened on Pekelo.

No one can really say where the original Devourers came from. If a pregnant one had eaten its last planet and ended up landing on Pekelo, if someone smuggled some eggs in and lost them, or even if they had always been there but contained. What everyone on Pekelo knows is that one day they were discovered - a whole infestation of Devourers, having already eaten what was estimated to be a tenth of the planet’s core beneath the crust. It certainly explained the influx of earthquakes and cave-ins.

A group of Devourers that big would never have a use, not when they couldn’t be contained. That’s why the Lantern Corps were called in. Devourers are strong, tough, fast - they needed the power of the Yellow Lanterns to be exterminated for the good of everyone on Pekelo. Yet not everyone felt this was fair. They were intelligent, could seemingly understand them like they did to so many races before, and though the planet was in danger it wasn’t the Devourers’ faults for being what they were.

So it was that a small group of them began to smuggle what Devourers they could convince to let them help to safety.

This is what happened to Kailani - though she didn’t go by that name at the time. As one of the smallest Devourers, excluding babies and the very young, she was easy to pack in a transport pod at her mother’s urging to go with Pekelo’s natives. It was her bad luck that this was also when the Yellow Lanterns discovered what was going on. In the ensuing scuffle her transport pod was damaged, and though it took off it went off course - which may be why the Lanterns never caught up. It was her continued bad luck that she ended up in the Milky Way, and inevitably, the mostly uncontacted Earth.

She hit land, at least, as adapting to live in liquids was never pleasant.

After eating the door off the transport pod Kailani found herself on a little island, that had even stranger creatures. For awhile she kept to herself, only observing them and eating the remains of her ship after they had finished investigating it.

That’s when the strangers came, similar to her bipedal creatures - but different. Unbeknownst to Kailani she had landed on one of the very few uncontacted tribal lands in Polynesia, and with the governments that normally kept the laws regarding them being uncontacted in complete disarray after the One-Week War, these people became nothing more than a point of interest to mercenaries. Wealthy collectors would pay a pretty dollar for exotic things from these islands - for pictures, mementos, evidence they had been where no one else was allowed. It was lucky that it was very few who had this interest, otherwise the islands might have been stripped bare before Kailani arrived.

As it so happened, Kailani found a connection with these strange creatures, stranded on this island as she was. So when the new bipedal creatures pointed strange things at them that made loud noises and shot fire, she went to their defense, and did what she did best - devouring the strangers, devouring their weapons, devouring every trace they had ever been there.

And when it happened again with people seeking out their comrades, then again for that crew, so did Kailani’s rampage happen again.

Eventually the people of the island began to help feed her enormous appetite. She protected them after all - even if she sometimes dug up the graves of the recently dead to eat. (After all, it must have been a gift! Why bury perfectly good food if not for the burrowing creature to snack?)

Between the strangers and the familiars, Kailani even managed to change to a form that could blend in to these people - it just took a couple crew of men.

It was during the fifth “month” that the fourth group of bipedals showed up. As usual, Kailani had happily scampered into the water to swim out to them - and was met with amusement as this small girl had clambered up into the boat, curious and bright eyed. That amusement was quickly replaced with alarm when she bit a man’s arm clean off. Even more so when a bullet just seemed to rebound off her skin!

In all, it seemed to be just another boat full or morsels for Kailani… until it wasn’t. Until there was a person she couldn’t just handle with teeth.

Well, to be fair, she probably could devour the woman… if Kailani could actually manage to sink her teeth in. Yet as it was the last person on the boat had managed to stop her cold, with movements too fast to track and blows that strangely hurt. Even changing back to her true form didn’t help!

When Kailani retreated to lick her wounds the woman followed, as curious about the alien as it was to her. It took some time for Kailani to figure out more of the language this woman spoke, but thanks to catching snippets of what the other bipedals spoke soon Kailani was parroting phrases back. It helped once she stopped trying to bite this strange woman on realizing she was no longer interested on the other residents of the island.

And what this woman, now introduced as Siobhan, spoke of was so fascinating! Creatures all gathered in cities like the scampering people of her own planet, but even more densely populated and full of strange contraptions, strange materials, strange food. When Kailani was promised that these people would be left alone after the latest disaster to befall an expedition, not to mention the girl’s own burning curiosity, well … how could she resist going to America?

Even if she's not allowed to eat people anymore.

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Age: 45
Birthdate: May 06
Hometown: Gotham
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5’5’’
Occupation: Commissioner of Gotham PD

Personality: Serious, focused, and intense. Jaina prefers letting others do the talking, but when she speaks people listen. The drive and determination she shows also let her quickly climb the ranks of Gotham PD, accompanied by some back alley dealings with the more corrupted aspects.

Background: Although she was born in the city of Blackrock, Jaina moved to Gotham over twenty years ago with her then ward, Zoey Kasimir. While her title may have only been bodyguard to the girl, in the years Jaina was guarding her they grew to be close as family. After the devastating reveal of Zaden Kasimir’s betrayal, she couldn’t very well leave Zoey to her grief by herself.

While she was with Zoey for the first few years in Gotham, Jaina was never destined to be a bodyguard her whole life. Considering she couldn’t stop her charge’s particular hobby she instead moved to something she was passionate about, while still being able to help her, and joined Gotham PD. The place was rife with corruption, something both women knew, but come current day she’s managed to climb the ranks to the top. Most of it was her particular personality, desiring nothing but fair resolutions and a law-abiding city, but there have been times where certain elements needed to be removed. Not out of ambition, but necessity. A city couldn’t be healthy with rot at its center, and although she’s not as fanatical as Zoey, Jaina can appreciate that sometimes people need to be asked to move.

Now as the Commissioner, Jaina works on making sure no more corruption runs through her force, that they’re well prepared for this new age of magic and monsters, and that Gotham becomes more than the dark city it was when she arrived.

Age: 17
Birthdate: February 13
Hometown: Hub City
Sex: Female
Race: Human, homo magi
Height: 5’6’’
Occupation: College Student [Magical Theory major]

Personality: A nervous wreck of a person is an apt description of Hannah. She’s quiet, withdrawn, and lacking a spine. She does, however, have a tendency to ramble – though she can catch herself most of the time due to conditioning.

Background: Hannah is the second child of the Christophe family, her older brother being one Joshua Christophe. After his strange transformation and disappearance nearly six years ago she was devastated, knowing the hulking ... creature that had rescued her from her family’s home burning had to be him. He had picked her right up in his arms, after all, before his transformation had begun. A year after that, during the One Week War, her own magical abilities began to surface. Rather than a repeat of a transformation, Hannah’s abilities were much more controlled as her own recessive gene was that of a homo magi.

Her parents, regretful after causing Josh to flee in fear and never return, were more than accepting of her. They wanted her to learn to control her own abilities lest something happen again, though of course not as one of those rough housing vigilantes. A tutor was expensive, but Hannah managed to get a few lessons scraped together where she showed an aptitude for transfiguration and appearance manipulation. She absorbed everything she could get her hands on, and after all that happened, not to mention living in the Hub City, home of Lady Arcana, it seemed like a no brainer to apply for Atlantis’ University of Poseidonis. The interest she had shown, as well as high grades, managed to land her a spot in the fabled school.

Age: 19
Birthdate: September 03
Hometown: San Francisco
Sex: Female
Race: Human; homo magi
Height: 5’10’’
Occupation: Chief Durability Inspector, Harlow Enterprises

Personality: Victoria is a bit of a wild card, not seeming to care much about anything – even herself. She’s hardly ever serious, even on the job, but seemingly at random can switch to a facade of politeness that is at least passable. On a normal days Tori only has two settings though; laid back and cheerful or excitable and manic.

Background: Born and raised in California, in many ways Victoria seems like a typical surfer chick. In truth a lot of it seems to be a mask, as being raised by a single mother that was disowned by her own family, Tori didn’t have much growing up. While her mother was working long hours to keep them afloat, Victoria was out on the streets learning how to cause maximum trouble. From pick pocketing to roughing up others, to just plain being a hooligan, it seemed she was destined for a life in and out of prison.

It didn’t help that she was proven to be a very, very powerful Homo Magi after accidentally blowing apart a cyclops with sheer magical energy during the One Week War.

Surprisingly, rather than taking this new found power once everything calmed down and becoming terror incarnate, it seemed to focus Victoria. Having a purpose was good for her, and though she’d never be able to get the lessons some might in controlling her power, she had no desire to hurt others either. Blow shit up though? Hell yes!

A high school drop out didn’t have many prospects, admittedly, but she enjoyed throwing out bolts of raw energy around the local quarry she was hired at. It was sheer luck that word of her made it to someone high up at Harlow Enterprises, and offered a job at a much more reputable company at double the pay, how could Tori say no?

Plus, blowing shit up!

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Superhero/villain Name: Neo Riche
Civilian Name: Ophelia Simone Helvetica Angelo-Blythe
Origin city/Planet: New York City
Hometown: Gotham
Sex: Female
Race: Mixed race, she's unsure of her heritage
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 143lbs
Age: 19
Birth Date: October 11 2007
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Costumed Appearance: She changes it constantly. It depends on the occasion, the season, the latest trends, and which fashion week is happening. She is however, particularly fond of her YSL red foxfur coat. She loves luxury. She’s usually seen in diamonds and expensive furs and fabrics. She had a collection of designer masks to protect her identity, most of them Alexander McQueen. Her personal favorite brands are Dior, YSL, and Givenchy. While masked, she loves taking fashion risks, and sports avant garde styles often. She considers herself a fashion icon, but she’d never admit it.
Civilian Appearance:

She's tall and voluptuous, and loves to show off her figure. Her hair is long dark and curled in big, old Hollywood curls. She has high cheekbones, and large, upturned green eyes. Her voice is low and seductive. Her lips are full and always coated in a red lipstick. Her civilian style is a bit toned down from her costumed appearance, although she still stays true to her luxury brands.
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Costumed Personality: She’s a bit of a diva. She loves being the center of attention and putting on a show. All her heists have a dramatic and stylistic flair. A lover of the finer things in life, she uses her ability to steal from fashion shows, private galleries, collector's, and even crash large celebrity events. While she tries to avoid violence in the public eye, she's not afraid to get her hands dirty. Most of the time her composure is immaculate, but she can be rather volatile, and has been known to throw ‘tantrums’ when she doesn’t get what she wants. At the end of the day, nothing makes her happier than relaxing in a new dress, or diamond set with a glass of champagne, watch the news headlines talk about how she stole it.
Civilian Personality: Even when she’s not making news headlines she can’t help her desire for attention. She loves to be looked at. Incredibly extroverted, she feeds off other people’s energy. Getting her alone is a challenge, but there’s a quiet and introspective side to her.
Super abilities:
-Skills:
- She's skilled appraiser of gems and other luxury items
- Exceptionally acrobatic and skilled in hand to hand combat
- She’s an excellent shot with a pistol.
-Powers:
Pocket dimension manipulation: She carries a pocket dimension around with her, that she alone can access. She can touch something and send it into her pocket dimension, then retrieve it later with a thought. She can also enter the dimension herself. She uses this to ‘teleport’ small distances by entering her pocket dimension, walking however much distance she wants to ‘teleport’, and exiting the dimension. She will appear outside of the pocket dimension however much distance away from her starting point she had moved inside the dimension. She can’t yet take other people into the pocket dimension with her, when she tries there tends to be a lot of blood and mangled body parts.

-Gadgets: She’s looking to procure some.
-Weapons: She carries two shiny chrome pistols.
Civilian Occupation: Like, a job? Where you work? Heavens no. She will be attending college this upcoming semester.

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Character History/Origin: Ophelia Simone Helvetica Angelo-Blythe was born Theresa Darke. Never having met her birth parents, her earliest memories were made in an orphanage, playing with old dolls. All the clothes she ever got were hand me downs, and all the toys she ever played with were already broken. She grew up watching old Audrey Hepburn, Vivien Leigh, and Marilyn Monroe movies. She loved the glamour, the elegance, how beautiful those girls were, no matter what they were doing. They looked gorgeous while they danced and shopped and cried dramatically on their divans. She just wanted to be like them, someone people doted on, a princess, or a movie star, not a little orphaned girl, who felt alone.
Twelve year old Theresa woke up one November day in a white room, light seemingly emanating from the walls. It wasn't very big, just enough space for her to be comfortable. Although confused, she felt safe, at ease. That was the day she gained her powers. She learned she had the ability to teleport herself and other objects into a pocket dimension. It seemed to grow to accommodate whatever it was she needed to store inside it. Time also seemed to move differently inside it, once something was stored inside it, it stopped aging. She slowly learned more and more uses for it, and learned how to teleport by passing into the dimension, which seemed to sit on top of normal space, and passing out of the dimension where she wanted to teleport.
She eventually began shoplifting with the aid of her powers.
One day she tried to steal the watch off a con artist on the street, but got caught. The con-man, who she would eventually come to know as Jude, saw an opportunity in her powers. Jude took her under his wing, teaching her all sorts of tricks. She had an affinity for thievery even without her powers. With Jude’s help she began to build up a network of criminal contacts, making sure she’d always have the people she needed to get whatever she wanted. The contacts, in turn, made sure they had her to get whatever they wanted. A quid pro quo. Slowly but surely she made a name for herself, moving from small jobs to bigger and riskier ones. She could stash fine pieces of art or clothing away with but a brush of a finger. She could teleport into vaults, and disappear out of them with armfulls of precious stones.
At 18 years old she took two new names. She created her public persona of Neo Riche, a dashing and chic thief in the night. And changed her legal name to Ophelia Simone Helvetica Angelo-Blythe, erasing the drab orphaned girl whose clothes never fit, and inventing her new life as a posh and glamorous socialite with a mysterious past. She spends her day flirting with potential suitors and gossiping with her fellow it-girls, and her nights in meetings with crime bosses looking to procure a Degas for their private gallery.

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Nemesis:
Allies:
Team: She hires a team if she ever needs help stealing a specific item.

Superhero/villain Name: Thesis
Civilian Name: Ammutseba
Origin city/Planet: She was born inside a star, her Mother, who had been eaten by her Father.
Hometown: She falls through a dimensional rift, and lands somewhere in the Himalayas.
Sex: None, but she likes female pronouns because they sound smoother.
Race:She does not know what kind of question this is.
Height: 9’ 5”
Weight: Her weight is incalculable
Age: Time is not measured where she is from, but she assumes over many, many millennia.
Birth Date: ---
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Costumed Appearance:


Civilian Appearance: Same as costumed appearance.
Icon: A unicursal hexagram with an eye in the center.
Costumed Personality: Ammutseba has a demeanour in many ways like a child. She knows very little of the world around her, but is eager to learn. While understanding little of the world around her, she has a deep understanding of things beyond this world.
Civilian Personality: There is no difference.
Super abilities:
-Skills:
Beyond Human intelligence
-Powers:
Self originated and cosmically separate from everything, she is still but an infant of the form she has created. She is constantly learning, shifting, and creating herself over.
Telepathy - She uses telepathy as her main form of communication, as most of the words that come out of her mouth are incomprehensible at best and excruciatingly painful to beings of this dimension. However she can only communicate on a surface level, and any attempts to penetrate further into the mind will melt the targets consciousness. Those foolhardy enough to delve into her mind lose all semblance of sanity.
Word Manifestation - She can create by speaking certain words from her dimension, very similar to spell casting.
Superhuman strength - She can lift and withstand without effort, weights and forces up to a ton. Force beyond that will harm her, and weight beyond that is more of a challenge.
Intangibility - She can control, somewhat unpredictability, her presence in this dimension, allowing her to phase through physical objects.
Telekinesis - She can influence, manipulate, and control objects with her mind.
-Gadgets: None.
-Weapons: None at this time.
Civilian Occupation: None at this time.

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Character History/Origin: Past the furthest rings, far from the light of any sun, and beyond the thought of reality, an Old God fell into blackness. The dark twisted him past knowledge of himself, and twisted and twisted beyond time. His form emerged from the darkness, if a form it could be called, his surface moved as if formless, a misty, watery depth full of devouring, and devoid of any full thing.
He harrowed across the universe, consuming worlds and stars, growing more powerful, and becoming less of something measurable. The universe grew small in his insatiable shadow, until finally he consumed the last Green Sun. With the death of the last Green Sun life outside of him ceased to exist, and the rings of the universe collapsed. But in the heart of the Green Sun was life yet still. She had felt the death of her sisters, and prepared. As her light began to die, eyes opened in her heart.
The eyes blinked and slowly found their own hunger. In the dying light of their mother, they hunted the worlds, dead or dying, in the stomach of their father. There they lived in a glow, until they found knowledge of themselves, and a knowledge of time. They floated in the stomach and consumed, growing stronger, growing full, all the while the glow grew dimmer.
Outside of her, her Father grew ever larger, filling up the space in the universe, pressing against the walls of it. He grew too large for the universe to hold, his hunger uncontrollable, eating apart the walls that held him. Inside his stomach, the bits or dimensional energy floated like fractals of light, crack shaped windows into other dimensions.
The last of the Green Light faded, the New Eyes, drawn to the new, star-like, twinkling light, passed through a window, and tumbled into a new world.

Superhero/villain Name: Affliction
Civilian Name: Nina Vo
Origin city/Planet:Earth
Hometown: Star City
Sex: Female
Race: Half vietnamese, half caucasian
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 125lbs.
Age: 22
Birth Date: 2006
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Costumed Appearance: (I'll have a picture at some point) She wears white bandages over her face to protect her identity with only her eyes and mouth revealed. The bandages continue down her neck, till they disappear underneath a well worn leather jacket with the sleeves scrunched up above her elbows. More bandages cover her arms and hands. She wears distressed, stone wash jeans held up by a plain black belt, and some black leather combat boots with silver studs covering the heels and toes. She’ll usually have a lit cigarette in her mouth.
Civilian Appearance: Her head is shaved, very close to the scalp, and she has a tattoo of a tiny dove behind her ear. She has dark angled eyes that squint when she smiles, and shiny white teeth that are just a little crooked. Her face is oval shaped and her complexion is olive toned. She’s very tall, and lithe, apart from her hands and feet, which are a little larger than look proportionate. During the day she’ll wear nicer skinny jeans, a patterned sweater, and dangly earrings.
Icon: Not much of an icon, but she’ll put her cigarette out on the skin of the villains she’s felled.
Costumed Personality: She has a very dark, heavy aura around her, you can almost feel her coming. She believes her work to be somewhat of a reckoning from the universe. Those who cause pain, deserve pain. She preaches a message of karmatic vengeance of which she is the harbinger. She has no patience and shows no mercy to those she views unworthy, and leaves her foes writhing in pain.
Civilian Personality: Very friendly, patient, and kind. She’s the type of person you would want to talk to when you just need to feel better about something, and somehow she always seems to help. She’s a very passionate person, deeply empathetic, and fiercely protective of the people she cares about.
Super abilities:
Skills:
Competent in hand to hand combat
Decent shot with a pistol
Powers:
Pain transferral; She is able to transfer the pain of one living being into another through physical touch, be that emotional, physical, or mental pain.This does not heal or inflict actual wounds, only the sensation of pain. Pain is able to be stored up inside her, and released into another person at a later time.
Superhuman pain tolerance; She can withstand superhuman levels of pain before it begins to affect her performance. She cannot, however, withstand the actual damage a superhuman would be able to. While the pain of a building crumbling atop her would not slow her down, a building actually crumbling atop her would definitely kill her.
Minor psychic sense; She can sense the pain in a person, and the nature of their affliction. (Hehe)
-Gadgets: Her cell phone with a police scanner app, if that counts.
-Weapons: She carries a gun in her belt and some knives in her boots.
Civilian Occupation: She works as a receptionist at a holistic healing center.

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Character History/Origin: She was born into a middle class family as a second generation mixed race immigrant. She was Vietnamese on her father’s side, whose family fled to America during the war when her father was still a young child. She grew up very close to her father’s side of the family, and deeply connected to her roots in Vietnam.
When she was 18 her family took a trip back to Vietnam.
They stayed with her father's cousin, who he had been particularly close to during childhood, in the city of Saigon. There she began to fully understand the catastrophic events of the Vietnam war, over 50 years past, that still affected both the countryside, and the country itself. A rage began to build inside her heart. A hunger for vengeance felt hot and painful in her blood, it was as if she could feel the pain of the earth itself rise up in her.
One night, still in Vietnam, she snuck out her uncle's house, and walked to the market streets she’d seen earlier that day. She didn’t speak much Vietnamese, she didn’t know exactly what he said, but she knew he had a gun, and she knew he had it aimed at her. She heard a gunshot, and suddenly she felt white and hot. She was laying on the ground, someone was taking things out of her pockets. She reached out for his hand. All she could think was that she didn’t want to feel this way anymore. And then, as if the feeling was sucked out of her through her fingers, she didn’t. She felt fine. She could stand again. In a panic, she grabbed her wallet and the gun from the man, who was now on the ground, like they had traded places, and ran back home. She realized once she’d made it through the door she was bleeding, badly, and passed out a second later.
She woke up in the hospital.
After she’d recovered from her wounds curiosity led her out into the streets night after night, and slowly she began to discover the exact nature of her abilities. At first she’d have to take a few punches before she could transfer the pain back into the person, but she realized it was much easier to collect pain from normal people throughout the day. Everywhere she looked there were hurting people. Headaches, old sports injuries, assault survivors, heartbreak, everyone she touched had something that hurt them, and she took it away. She made them better, or at least, made them feel better. This meant she would be carrying the pain with her until she could release it into someone who deserved it. By the end of the day, she was a bit of a bitch. But it was worth it to her. It made her blood boil a little less. It made her feel like there was justice in the universe, there could be balance, and she could be the person to bring both of those things.
Her pain tolerance began to grow and grow to accommodate more and more people each day. And she learned how to hold her own in a fight. While the sensation of pain didn’t affect her body, broken ribs and black eyes still took their toll. She got quicker, and smarter, and learned to work harder. She took the name Affliction two years ago.