Victor Williams

24

Human

Male

Victor Williams is a hazel eyed young man with dark brown hair. He stands just below 6 feet and weighs approximately 170lbs. His fair skin doesn’t have a spot of ink on it and he keeps a clean and somewhat professional appearance. Victor believes every day holds chances to make impressions, and that your first is the most important. To Victor, your wear and appearance is the first impression before you have the chance to open your mouth most of the time. Victor is usually wearing some form smile on his face and is very animated when conversing with others.

Victor owns Victory Pawn, a pawn shop located in Central City’s Siltwood district and also owns a fifteen passenger van from his old transportation service, and a black Ford Mustang.
LARA is Victor's 1 ft tall robot assistant at his work desk, but not much more than that as she is only capable of walking, grabbing, lifting a maximum of 10 lbs. LARA responds to commands for basic tasks and has limited responses to certain cues and commands.

Nothing noteworthy.

Intuitive Aptitude. Victor can instantly learn and understand the workings and mechanics of anything, regardless of how simple or complex. He can comprehend the complexity and exactness of events, organisms, objects, subjects, fields, powers, etc. with less need of long-term or special education, or explanation than someone would normally need. Though this ability may seem passive, Victor can only truly use this ability when he actually gives attention towards an object or subject of interest as well as a little bit of background knowledge.

Mechanical Intuition. It's with this ability that Victor is able to build mechanical blueprints and creations with nothing but his imagination and what most might deem junk, scraps, or unrelated parts. This ability seems to be an offshoot and product of his primary ability and his natural ability to improvise.

Even if Victor clearly understands a problem and a solution, he may not have the time or resources to implement the appropriate action. He sometimes doubts his creations as they don’t always come out the way he imagined aesthetically. Also, Victor’s powers are based on his instincts and are more of a reflex, which makes it difficult for him to explain why things work. Victor's understanding of physical feats and superpowers does not provide him with the ability to mimic feats and powers as he is limited by his own fitness, biology and lack of additional powers.

When it comes to reading people and even objects, Victor can be deceived. For example, someone who is highly deceptive will be easier to read than an average person, but he can still be duped or get the runaround. When it comes to objects, Victor may get conflicted if he believes an object doesn't look the way it should operate. For example, a benign object with magic properties that allow it to explode.

Victor cannot understand the goings on of magical subjects due to the chaotic and unreal nature of magic.

This man’s name probably only applied to his high spirits and optimism for the majority of his life. Victor was a loser in most aspects in life, but only because he was just on the verge of winning. Victor is a fast talking extrovert with a lot energy and seems to always have stupid grin on his face. He attempts to make friends with anyone willing and not willing to listen to him go on and on about whatever happens to be on his mind.

Victor enjoys helping and working with others in need, but can sometimes be a bit overbearing or heavy-handed in his approach without even realizing it. He’s also a bit too overconfident for his own good at the time… maybe all the time. Some may find him to be obnoxious or hard to follow, so it’s good for there to be someone who can set him back on track or slow him down. He can sometimes be a bit too trusting of people’s stated intentions and always tries to see the best a person has to offer.

As bright and smiley Victor is, his moral compass isn’t so straight and narrow. As long as something appears to be harmless or just deserved, it’s fine to do.

Central City.

Nathaniel Williams. The man was an avid gambler that did not know when to exactly quit. He’d win some and lose more. It was a surprise he kept himself afloat, but anyone who knew him knew he always had a scheme that could help dig him out of any hole. He was unreliable, a conman, a fabricator, a scam artist, and he was also Victor’s father. Victor’s mother tried her damndest to keep Nathaniel from seeing his son after they had parted ways due to his insane lifestyle, but Nathaniel came around every now and again with gifts for Victor. He always told his son he had made it big and would become a millionaire with a lavish mansion in no time. As a naive child, Victor admired his father. The man always had adventurous tales and seemed to be doing well whenever he did show up to visit him. Despite Victor’s mother telling him otherwise, Victor held onto the hope that the state he saw his father in was the constant.

In time, Victor adopted a similar persona to his somewhat deadbeat father, with dreams of making it big, whatever that really meant. Victor saw his father less as he got older, but he held on to the hope that his father would show up and take him away when he turned eighteen, unfortunately, the man never showed. His mother figured Nathaniel showed up just enough that she wouldn’t think about setting up child support payments and it was why he showered Victor in gifts whenever he showed, but she kept her thoughts from Victor who admired the man he thought he knew. Despite Victor hoping to spend the rest of his life “working” with his father, he had more than a few ways to make his own cash. By the age of nineteen, Victor had established a single-vehicle transportation service, pawning disposed of and sometimes lost items, as well as various manual labor jobs. He kept at this for a few years until he found out his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Treatment was expensive, and so Victor turned to the only method he knew of that made little cash turn to plenty. Gambling. He hit casinos as often as he could. He won some, but sadly he lost more. He was Nathaniel’s child through and through. Lost money led him to loaned money and loaned money led to him being in hard debt. He kept his head up, even when threatened with eviction. Victor would tell you his lowest moment was during the night the particle accelerator went off. He had been looking to make some extra cash due to the influx of people attending the activation of the ground-breaking event by using his transportation service, but a temporary lockdown of the immediate area screwed up thing for his cash flow.

After three weeks Victor had begun getting intense migraines. He took painkillers, which helped, but the migraines never ceased. Going to the hospital might have been a wise decision, but he couldn’t afford to take time out of hustling for cash. His mothers’ treatment depended on it after all.

One day, about a month after the disastrous night of the particle accelerator incident, Victor had scrounged up enough cash to have the confidence to jump into a high stakes poker game. He won, but it was odd. Victor had always gone with his gut, but it was never this right. Like the worst gambler ever, he tried his luck the following night at the casino and ran home with four times what he put in. Bluffs were easy to identify, and he just “knew” what to do to win. After a few days, he got odd looks from the staff and hit the Black Jack tables which only made things worst as he was beating the hell out of the house. In one week, he had amassed thousands of dollars which were more than enough to pay off his debt and sufficiently make payments toward his mother’s treatments. He decided to engage in some underground gambling. High stakes like the initial game he had dominated. It was shady, but his victories elicited others to step to the plate. During this time Victor noticed he could dissect people. Not physically, but he had a good impression of what they were all about. Life was great. Enough so that he bought out a local pawn shop, renaming it Victory Pawn. He knew where to find goods from already, but he didn’t expect that he knew how to actually repair and repurpose some of the things he found in the scrapyard. It was odd, but the feeling reminded him of when he would play poker. He just “knew” how things worked, how to make them work, and even how to make them work differently. Months passed and his little pawnshop was booming with unique merchandise.

For the next few months, he viewed his capabilities as luck finally turning his way. Winning had finally turned around and embraced him with success. His imagination became a treasure trove for ideas, and those ideas became prospects. He had a hunch he might be a metahuman, but didn’t care to ask too many questions and kept that thought to himself. To just look and automatically know was incredible. There were some ideas he kept for himself such as his Lovely Automated Robotic Assistance or Lara for short, a miniature robot that helped with minor tasks such as grabbing things out of reach and breaking his attention to more important matters with an occasional beep. After a break-in at Victory Pawn, Victor put his ability to the test by building new surveillance cameras after watching a few YouTube videos on security systems. From then on he realized he was not limited to being just a self-made entrepreneur. Victor was also the creative mind and the assembly. With new metahuman threats on the rise, Victor figures new technology might be needed to aid authorities and gutsy heroes. It would be a great opportunity to help his community… oh and also make some more cash if possible. Victor doesn’t plan on suiting up and fighting crime, but he’s willing to give an awesome enthusiastic assist.

Brooklyn Taylor-Evans

16

Human

Female

Brooklyn stands at a mere 5’4” in height and has a lithe build. She has brown hair that goes down to her shoulders, though it is usually tied up in a ponytail. She has emerald green eyes which are usually framed by a pair of circular-shaped glasses on her freckled face. She usually wears clothes for comfort rather than style, so she will often be seen in sweaters and skirts with the occasional scarf when it gets cold.

In her hero form, she stands at a tall 5’10” with a more muscular build than when she’s a civilian. Her hair and eye color remain the same, as well as her freckles, though she doesn’t need her glasses. Her costume consists of a red body glove and leggings, both with golden accents, a white cape, and a white skirt. At the center of her torso is a lightning bolt emblem.

• Superhuman Strength: Strength that is on par to a Kryptonian
• Superhuman Stamina: Stamina that is on par to a Kryptonian
• Physical Enhancement: Becoming Shazam changes Brooklyn’s physical form
• Invulnerability: Virtually invulnerable, physical resistance is about on par to a Kryptonian

*Please note this only applies in hero form and the list is subject to change as the character develops.

• Limited Clairvoyance: While not truly clairvoyant to any and all events around her, she does possess an uncanny awareness which tells her when shit is about to hit the fan
• Omni-Lingual: Limited. For now, she has suddenly gained full fluency in Spanish
• Limited Magical Resistance: She can mostly shrug off small spells thrown against her but anything else will have her on the ropes
• Sorcery: Although she practically only knows the inherent lightning spell, Shazam is highly magic capable and has the potential to learn and use advanced spells
• Innate healing: At the moment, she only heals from wounds slightly faster than the average person

*Please note this only applies in hero form and the list is subject to change as the character develops.

Brooklyn is a fairly shy girl and mostly keeps to herself and close friends. She doesn’t like to be the center of attention and most of the time will fade into the background when left to her own devices. Usually, the only time she becomes the center of attention is when there’s a bully. If there is one thing that someone would about her, it’s that she hates bullies and oftentimes will get in their way, even if it means becoming the focus of their ire.

To those that get to know her, they’ll discover that Brooklyn is actually a complete nerd and quite passionate in her interests. Whether it be at home, at school, or on the streets, Brooklyn always brings her Nintendo Switch to play games. When she’s not playing video games she often likes to read, she even has a small bookcase in her room, though she has mostly moved on to e-books and the occasional fanfiction. Brooklyn is also incredibly optimistic and will try to see the best in people, even if a person seems like complete scum to others. She has even tried to get to know past bullies she has encountered, extending an olive branch of goodwill to them to see if she can reform them for the better. She has had mostly mixed results in this endeavor. In terms of school, Brooklyn is a fairly bright student but she’s nothing special. She studies when she needs to and makes fairly good grades, though she is a long shot from being the Valedictorian.

Brooklyn was born and raised in the Morgan suburbs, just on the northern outskirts of Central City. She has had a modest upbringing that placed her family firmly in the middle class. She has one older brother who is currently attending Central City University. Despite the picturesque American nuclear family, however, Brooklyn is often either alone at home or just in the company of her brother since their father is a part of the police force while their mother is an on-call nurse at the city hospital.

On November 8th, 2003, Brooklyn Taylor-Evans was born. She would be the first daughter and second child to Elizabeth and Kyle Taylor-Evans and little sister to the then four-year-old Shawn Taylor-Evans. Growing up, Brooklyn’s childhood was fairly normal; she got along with her brother, for the most part, made a few friends at school, played with some of the other kids on the same street, etc. Due to her parents’ intense working hours though, especially as crime rates started to rise which kept both her father and mother busy, Brooklyn and Shawn had their fair share of nannies until they were old enough to mostly take care of each other.

A major shift came in her life when her middle school years were closing and she was on the way towards her high school years. This shift came in the form of an entirely different school, a private school in fact. Apparently, she had been doing well enough during her middle school years such that the prestigious Isaiah Morgan Academy offered her enrollment with scholarship. To Brooklyn’s parents, the offer was a no-brainer, they wanted the best education for their children. As such, Brooklyn was set to enroll in the academy the following school year. When the girl’s friends found out, most of them were sad that she wouldn’t be joining them in the local public high school, though some knew of the academy’s reputation with rich snobs and gave her the cold shoulder.

Come freshman year, Brooklyn was sporting her new mandatory uniform to the Isaiah Morgan Academy as she stepped out of her father’s 2010 Honda Civic, which was severely juxtaposed by the various high-end luxury cars. Unfortunately for her, first impressions had just been made just and she was a captive audience to the snide comments that were made about her as they spread like wildfire throughout the academy. Despite it all, she tried to interact with others anyway, hoping to make some friends in the hostile environment. While she was able to find a couple of other scholarship students and befriend them, the majority of other students she spoke to simply scoffed and/or gave her the cold shoulder. It didn’t take long for Brooklyn to see that the social cliques had already been formed and locked down.

With a small number of friends, no clique membership, and a relatively low social score, Brooklyn was practically already in the sights of bullies. Although she was a fairly shy girl, Brooklyn was definitely not a coward. No matter the bully, no matter the place, Brooklyn always stood her ground against the bullies, often back sassing them and getting physical on only the rarest occasion. She does make an attempt to never get physical, however, usually just taking the hits and not hitting back, especially since the one time she did hit back it was her that got the mark on her record. Despite her own bullying troubles, however, Brooklyn was not a bystander when it came to seeing others bullied. She often interjected when someone else was getting picked on, even if it meant taking the heat instead.

After a year or so, now in her sophomore year of high school, a fair amount of the bullies backed off since she fought back, though a persistent few seemed to like it when their victims had some bite. Despite it all, however, Brooklyn still managed to keep her grades fairly good and even managed to make a couple of new friends. Everything else was mostly the same though, the only difference being that she now rode the bus to school and back, which gave her plenty of time to destress with her Nintendo Switch which was gifted to her by her parents when she first started at the academy.

Ahn'Anak

29

Mutant/Awakened Ogre Spider

Male

Ahn'Anak, at his full height, is about 4 feet tall. What he lacks in height, he makes up for in horizontal length however as his body has been likened by witnesses to be almost as long as a horse. However, the thing that tends to draw the eye when someone witnesses Ahn'Anak is the fact that he appears to be a human sized, alien spider like creature with 6 legs, two 'arms' which kind of look like legs and 8 large fully black eyes staring back at them. While a lot of his body is covered in a thick black fur, his skin/frame appear to be a sickly pale purple color.

A homemade silk bag which can be used to carry things.

Wall Climbing: To the surprise of absolutely no one, Ahn'Anak can stick to just about any surface he comes into contact with and walk over it like normal, regardless of if he is sideways or even upside down.

Produce Silk: Ahn'Anak can produce silk in both sticky and non-sticky varieties. He can even spit wads of it if need be, but he does prefer to craft nets.

Spider 'Senses': As a spider, Ahn'Anak is more... sensitive to touch, vibration and taste stimuli when it comes to navigating the world around him. However, while most spiders have poor eye-sight, the Ogre-Faced Spider is an exception. Not only does Ahn'Anak have good vision, but his night vision is greater then those of cats and owls.

Venomous: Ank'Anak produces two different substances that can be weaponized. One is a venom that causes paralysis, while the other is an acid that he uses to break down his food into a substance that he can drink.

Nocturnal: By his nature, Ank'Anak is nocturnal. While this normally isn't a problem, it does revel a major flaw with his otherwise amazing eyesight; Bright light is blinding to him. Operating in pure daylight (or somewhere brightly lit to the point of almost being daylight) requires he does so completely blind and counting on other senses.

Traditional Monster: Humanity has enough issues accepting different parts of itself; The recent rise of Metahumans is further proof of this. Ank'Anak cannot operate in view of the public in general without causing widespread panic or confrontations because... well, he's not human. He doesn't even look human. Regardless of what origins the average viewer can come up with, Ank'Anak is generally not something they want to see coming out of the shadows.

Food is Power:In order to produce silk, Ank'Anak needs to eat. As a spider, he eats meat. As a giant spider, your standard insects doesn't do it anymore. As an awakened being through, he has made a point not to eat anything with true intelligence or is owned. Thus far, he has been feeding off of the bird and stray animal populations.

Ank'Anak is a quiet individual. This is less because of personal choice and more because of necessity; He doesn't have many people to talk to, so actual social interactions are rare to say the least. This is not helped by the fact that when Ank'Anak talks, not only is his english poor and accented, but talking actually goes against his base instincts when it comes to communicating with others since scent is naturally what his ancestors used. Humans didn't communicate knowingly through scent... at least not in the same way. Ank'Anak has picked up the habit of talking to himself when he's alone and there's no one else around, both to fill the lonely silence and practice talking in general.

Humanity is a fascinating thing to Ank'Anak. Since his awakening, he couldn't help but notice the world that humans have created for themselves and desired to understand them. It isn't strange for Ank'Anak to slip into a closed public library or bookstore at night and just... read what he finds. Ank'Anak has difficulty with understanding the concept of fiction in general since the idea of creating a fictional setting and having stories there with little grounding in reality is rather new and tough to wrap ones head around... but Non-Fiction science books are a treasure that Ank'Anak tends to 'borrow' and line his lair with.

While largely ignorant of human society and laws, Ank'Anak does actually have a fairly strong grasp of right and wrong behavior. This higher intelligence often comes into conflict with more basic instincts though because... well, the ethics themselves are fundamentally human in nature and imposed on his mind as a side effect of his awakening. As such, he doesn't actually understand why something is morally right or wrong, but he does know that certain things make him feel terrible and others make him feel content and pleased.

The only person in Ank'Anak's life is his mistress and 'former' owner Maggie. She was the one who blessed him with self awareness and intelligence, as well as cared for him and took steps to ensure that he was well fed and had somewhere safe to call his lair. He is devoted to her and her well being, with her recent disappearance being a cause of great concern for Ank'Anak. He is completely committed to finding and recovering her.

Once, Ank'Anak (or Weaver as he was called) was nothing more then an ordinary ogre faced spider. The world he lived in was comfortable, with food appearing regularly. This was because he was a pet, kept in a terrarium and looked after by his owner Maggie. Maggie was a sweet girl who was very much into the idea of the occult and magic, but most people just believed it was a high school student phase. It would have been... had magic not manifested for her.

The discovery of magic changed Maggie. While at first she was only focused on what it could do for her, with time and guidance from her favorite aunt she learned that she could now influence the world for the better and sort to do so. While she was practicing her witchcraft Maggie accidentally 'awoke' her pet spider, giving Ank'Anak human levels of awareness and intelligence, alongside her sense of morality. Ank'Anak's reaction to this change was... conflicted. On the one hand, the gift of true intelligence and awareness of the world was something his mistress had bestowed upon him and he was deeply thankful for it but... on the other hand, he was still just a small spider. There wasn't exactly much he could do to help her with anything other then offer encouragement.

Things changed again a few months down the line. Humans are human centered when it comes to their thought process; When a wave of dark matter washed over the world, they only really focused on the effect that it had on humans. Humans however, were not the only ones affected. If Ank'Anak was just lucky or if the magic that had awoken him had acted as a beacon for change is unknown, but when the tide washed over him his body was twisted into a new shape. Within a week, he had grown so big he needed to be moved to a larger terrarium. A month he was the size of a cat. After three months he was as big as a large dog and his owner Maggie had to move out to the outskirts of the city in order for him to have a new home with big enough food for him to eat.

Six months after the dark matter changed him, Maggie went out one day and... didn't come back. While her disappearing for work, social or magical reasons wasn't uncommon, after a couple of days Ank'Anak started to feel something had gone wrong and that his master needed his help.

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Twitchy the Rabbit

4-5 months

Living Puppet

Male

Twitchy the Rabbit is a plush, custom made rabbit hand puppet. His fur his brown over his sides and back with a white underbelly. His eyes are black and are surprisingly lifelike and capable of expressing emotion, despite the fact that by all rights they shouldn't be able to. While he looks realistic, those who look closely will easily be able to tell the fact that he is an artificial puppet... however while clearly artificial, he stands on the boarders of the uncanny valley with how life like he is. This is a side effect of the magic that animated Twitchy and gave him life by... well, making him appear as a living creature made of felt and careful stitching.

Twitchy's host human is almost always seen with his face covered with a layer of anomalous fabric and darker clothing that covers all traces of skin, giving him a street level thug or vigilante like appearance whatever they go. In part this is an educated cover to make it look like his host is the hero who's talking through a puppet to hide their identity... but the truth is slightly more disturbing. The ritual that Mortimer uses to covert humans into hosts alters their physical appearance in noticeable ways: Their eyes go a vacant cloudy white, their skin is drained of color and takes on an unhealthy pallor, their heads are shaved of all hair... and their mouths are noticeably sewn shut. If his host was to be hooked up to medical equipment, it would find that while he is still breathing and his heart still beating, it is doing so at such a soft, low level that he could be mistaken for dead.

Placed over his host's left hand, from the outside it merely looks like Twitchy is a hand puppet that has been slipped over the left hand. Closer inspection would revel that he is actually bonded to his host in some manner; An X-ray of the aura would actually prove pointless, since whatever magic is involved seems to interfere with it to the point of blocking it out wherever Twitchy covers. Attempts to pull Twitchy off his host without ripping off the arm completely would fail.

Twitchy and his host don't have much outside of his host's 'work' attire.

Children's Entertainer:Twitchy is surprisingly good with children. There's just something about brightening them up or helping a kid through a bad day that makes him content.

Taekwon-Do 'Student': Student isn't... exactly the right word. Twitchy found a place that teaches Taekwon-Do and sneaks in whenever they're doing a class in order to watch and learn from areas where he can't be seen. He'll then practice what is taught on his own somewhere private. Personally he tends to favor kicks, but if the situation arises he'll take one for the team and 'headbutt' someone.

Sneaky: Because people tend to be weirded out by the 'faceless guy' with the rabbit puppet, Twitchy has made a point of trying to avoid attention, both to himself and his host.

Magic (Voodoo): As a creation of voodoo magic (and if Mortimer is any indication) there is really nothing to stop Twitchy the Rabbit from properly employing voodoo himself. In truth he's actively seeking out more knowledge of the practice to not only get a better understanding of what he is, but also to see whatever tricks and knowledge it can provide him.

Unnatural Endurance and Regeneration: Twitchy's host is still human in the physical sense...for the most part. The magic that turned him into a host gives some interesting perks however. Namely, it is difficult to do any true lasting damage to him. This isn't to say that the body cannot be hurt, just that the death like state it is in seems to prevent most injuries from registering or having the impact it should. For example, if you stabbed him, shot him or broke an arm then those injuries will be there... but the body doesn't seem to register pain and the blood doesn't seem to be flowing.

This ties into the supernatural regeneration that the magic that makes a human a host seems to add. Stab and bullet wounds will heal up within hours, bruises within minutes, bones taking almost a day.

No Worries about Biological Matters: Twitchy is not blind to his host's needs, since shortly after he encountered and started to learn about humans he noticed that things like food and sleep were needed but... the truth of the matter is that his host seemingly doesn't need these things anymore in order to function. He suspects that it is apart of the magic that makes a host that seems to cause their biological needs to cease, but the truth is he doesn't know enough about voodoo to know for sure what's going on here. He's keeping a close eye on the matter, just to be sure.

'Super' Strength/Speed: Many people are aware of the fact that the human body is capable of performing great feats of strength, speed and raw power, namely in a time of crisis. However, the reason that most normal humans can't bench press a car is because of the biological limitations that the body imposes on itself to avoid accidentally doing things like ripping muscle off bone. Twitchy is aware that these limitations exist for his host... but he can ignore them at will. He can even choose to what degree he ignores these natural limitations.

Knowledge is Power: With a field of magic like voodoo, ritual is a key component to working spell craft. Twitchy has only just started his journey to learning Voodoo and thus his current arsenal of spells is... rather limited. Knowledge is Power, after all.

'A shotgun blast to the head, that's trouble.': The time it takes for wounds to heal is relevant to how bad the wounds are. A stab to the chest with a butterfly knife is a lot easier to heal then an axe wound. While Twitchy's host can walk away from a lot of wounds that would down a normal person, cause enough damage (or get lucky and cause enough damage to the right places) and he'll die like anyone else.

'Super' Strength/Speed: Twitchy learned early on why the biological limits of the human body exist. While Twitch and his Host cannot feel pain and thus can ignore that factor of pushing their limits, damage is still inflicted that needs to be recovered from... and while the host might recover supernaturally fast from having his muscles torn or bones damaged, those kinds of things can still impact performance in things like battle. It is a tight rope that needs to be walked carefully.

Twitchy is a furry little ball of nervous tension, uncertainty and fear. He is well aware of the fact that he is naturally a coward and that fact angers him a great deal. He hates the fact that when danger rises its ugly head his first instinct is to run, hide or both... and more often then not this anger will fuel him to stand and fight, even if his better instincts are telling him that doing so is a bad idea.

While he is driven by a desire to see his creator's ambitions brought low, Twitchy isn't consumed by his desire to defeat Mortimer. There is a part of him that desires to make the world a better place, regardless of who doing such would benefit... and by making the world a better place, children growing up in it will be happier and healthier, which he feels would make him content.

Twitchy adores children... and while he's too shy and nervous to do so he desires to perform for people. He is a puppet after all and the reason that puppets exist is to entertain. He also adores learning new things and reading. While he does study in order to improve himself... the truth is he loves children's stories. Fairy tales are a guilty pleasure.

While naturally pessimistic, Twitchy makes the effort to be positive regardless. This normally takes the form of bad jokes about the general situation.

Keystone City, through exactly where in Keystone he was brought to life is a mystery, even to him.

Twitchy the Rabbit was brought to life by the living puppet Mortimer.

Mortimer was once the gentleman like puppet of a very lonely, sad human named Owen. Owen had a lot of issues and didn't really know how to deal with the wider world, but for a time he had his puppet friends and that...helped. However, as time passed even his puppet friends weren't enough to comfort him, so he turned to the internet to find information about the occult in order to make his friends a reality. He found what he believed were his answers in the practices of voodoo, studying up on the rituals and magic it offered in order to try and not be so alone anymore.

His efforts got results when he successfully brought Mortimer to life! Owen was happy to finally have a friend. Mortimer had other ideas however. He played along for a time, but while Owen slept he studied the research Owen had done on voodoo and... one night, performed the ritual to turn his creator into a personal 'host'. Mortimer's dreams and ambitions were far greater then to be the plaything of a pathetic meat bag. He was destined to be the one who heralded the rise of puppet kind! He was destined to lead his people in taking over the world and running it right! But most important of all... He was destined to be the star of a smash hit after school children's show!

Mortimer, understanding that despite his charming personality and sharp wit that creating and running a smash children's show on during prime afternoon hours would require a full cast of characters and a full on stage crew began the process of recreating the rituals and spells that brought himself to life in order to make other living puppets. He also refined and started to study the rituals in order to create hosts in order to see how the process could be improved, since Owen's conversion might have improved him in that he was no longer talking, but within a matter of days he was starting to fail in his duties as starvation kicked in and he started to smell because of all that nasty biological stuff and thus a replacement was going to have to happen.

Twitchy the Rabbit was one of the first successfully brought to life and given a host, since Mortimer planned for Twitchy to be an important part of the show, what with being cute and cuddly and thus the perfect puppet to represent the thousands of children at home and ask simple but important questions innocently during the educational parts of the show. However, Twitchy was much different from Mortimer personality wise which caused... friction between them fairly quickly. This friction came to a head when Twitchy witnessed the tail end of how Mortimer created the hosts.

By this point, Mortimer was much stronger then Twitchy was... and so Twitchy fled into the night in order to escape his creator with plans to figure out a means of stopping him later. After getting lost in his mad dash to escape Mortimer, Twitchy's first week in Keystone City was... challenging to say the least. While he didn't have to worry about things like food or a place to sleep, he learned quickly that the panic of 'meta humans' offered much in the way of rewards to those who sort not to be noticed by the general public... rewards such as not being attacked by fearful, angry mobs.

For the months that he has been actively roaming the streets, one goal still dominates Twitchy's mind. Mortimer needed to be stopped... and to that end, he had been doing what he could in order to improve himself. He has been seeking out information about voodoo in order to try and counter Mortimer's own, learned how to properly weaponize his host's body by seeking out those teaching self defense classes... and even if he only learned from nearby hiding places, what he witnessed and heard he put into practice.

Of course... he also has to find Mortimer and he would likely not be alone anymore. But that was a bridge he was going to have to cross later.

Malcolm Alasdair MacAodhan

19

He's... not entirely sure anymore.

Male

Standing at a (just slightly) below average height of about 5'8"... Mal has never really been one to stand out in a crowd, at least at first glance. Not to say he's hard to look at, mind you— Hell, the kid actually strikes a surprisingly good-looking figure, what with those clever grey eyes he got from his dad framed by the handsome face they both got from his dad topped off with that knack for warm (if a bit cheeky) little grins he most definitely got from his mum.

...And these days, a body covered in compact, lean and almost inhumanly dense musculature. Perhaps the most visible result of his life's sudden, drastic turn for the weird.

But, never one to really flaunt what he's (emphatically) got, Malcolm's always erred on the more modest side of fashion; preferring bog-standard jeans and t-shirts to anything truly extravagant and usually finding some ball-cap or another to tuck over his short brown hair. Though he does have a particular fondness for a pair of old combat boots he inherited from his late father and has a habit of throwing on an old B-3 bomber's jacket his grandpa gave him when the weather starts to get cold, giving him a bit of a 'vintage' look at times. But honestly, the kid wears it pretty well.

Though that probably runs in the family, too.

Of the Blud— Not to ride that old stereotype of everyone that's ever come out of Bludhaven being of the 'Scrappy, rough hooligan' sort too hard, buuuuuut... Our boy Malcolm spent a good most of his youth getting into fistfights and all other kinds of trouble with his friends (much to the outward-chagrin, inward-almost-pride of his dad and the dismay of his mum, who usually had to pick his ass up at the station afterward) ranging from the odd tussle at school to the occasional back-alley brawl with the kids from the next school over.

It did pay off, though; to this day, Mal's pretty handy in a scrap. Though his skill comes more from experience and tenacity than any actual formal training— barring the little bits and tricks Mari imparted unto him when he was a youngster and his folks weren't looking.

Secretly a Nerd— Even before his existence took a turn in a direction that was decidedly tits-up, Mal was always a bright kid; always getting the top marks (or close to) in his classes, despite all his hooliganery, and even being able to talk shop and keep up with his cousin Zoey Kasimir— who he still regards as the brainiest person he's ever goddamn met. Though you wouldn't think it to actually look at him, plainspoken as he is and very rarely ever going out of his way show off his intelligence— Partly because it hasn't mattered much since his schoolboy days came to an abrupt end, and partly because his inner troll gets a good laugh out of the look on most people's faces when he does.

Mechanically Gifted— Having always been the type to take things apart to see how they work as a kid and having spent a good part of his youth (when he wasn't being a little shit) working on high-tech gizmos with Zoey, house renovations and vintage doodads with his Grandpa and eventually cars as a summer job during highschool for his then-boss, Arty, Mal grew pretty handy at using that big brain of his to solving practical problems; Whether by wrench, hammer, soldering iron or pen and paper. So much so that he was well on his way to earning a scholarship to MIT... though any aspirations of that have now been thoroughly shelved.

Uncanny Aim/Hand-Eye Coordination— Starting out as a kid playing ballgames at arcades with Zoey, Mal has always had a certain talent for lobbing things into very specific places from very far way. Something that became only more prominent over the years as, under the guidance and gentle nudging of a few people in his life, that talent for skee-ball evolved into winning every game of darts he ever played with his Uncle Paul. And then knives with Marianna just for shits and giggles in her backyard a few times followed by a slightly more serious instruction of the ins and outs of Lee-Enfield that actually earned him a shiny trophy at a competition a few years later.

Polyglot— Also not too surprising, knowing where Mal grew up and the people that raised him, but Malcolm has picked up a few languages over the years. Namely English (obviously), Canadian French, a bit of Russian and German... that last one, specifically because Grandma Maddie made it her mission in life to make for damned sure that the boy'd always be able to insult a German.

Enhanced Senses— In the two months since the lad's return to the normal world, Mal's noticed some... changes. One of which being that the longer he spent doing nothing but soaking up some sun while laying in bed and recovering from his ordeal, he became more and more aware of just how sharp his hearing had become, able to hear pretty much the entire street beneath his window in the first week his entire city block the day after, and at least a mile out in any direction a few days after that... which, of course led him to discover how good his eyes had become— Namely when he woke up one morning with a start to a bunch of noise his sleepy brain couldn't quite identify, looked out his window and caught sight of some guy watching what looked like an interesting little picture featuring Barney the Dinosaur in a gimp suit and a donkey.

Which he saw with perfect clarity. Because the guy's window was open. In his penthouse.

Three miles away.

Across the river. In Central.

...On the bright side, however, his sense of taste has also been cranked up to eleven. And Grandma Maddie's cooking has never been better. Which may, in fact, be the only thing that's kept him sane upon realizing he can hear the goings-on, whether he wants to or not, of everyone around him and that said goings-on are often pretty fucking weird.


Enhanced Physiology— Though the lad doesn't quite know the extent of it yet, Mal's body has gone through some changes of it's own; leaving him able to leap most of the way up a twenty-story apartment building, easily one-hand lift and throw a Bugatti Chiron and run about as fast as one, too, with the agility to keep up with it. On top of that, the kid is obscenely tough as well— able to tank things that should rightly turn him into red paste and most small arms fire save for things getting in the range of .50-cal and above or dedicated armour-piercing munitions. Though, the only real hint he's gotten about any of this was when he woke up one morning and realized that at some point throughout the night, he'd rolled over and put his head through the wall without even realizing it.

He also seems to have developed some sort of accelerated healing, something he is actually aware of, having been stuck in bed for so long with nothing to do but watch his wounds heal with increasing speed (especially when the Sun was out, for some reason). Potent enough that injuries that should have by rights, kept him on the mend for the better part of a year and possibly crippled for life vanished over the span of two weeks, not even leaving any scars, new or old.

Enhanced Brain Function— While he was always a bit of nerd in disguise, Mal's brain has recently been been kicked into overdrive. Processing information at speeds several times faster than a normal human being and granting him almost perfect recall... though the only clue he's gotten about this particular number is that he's gotten pretty damned good at the sudoku puzzles in the newspaper and guessing the answers on daytime Jeopardy reruns.

Slumbering Giant— Perhaps most concerning of all, is the fact that whatever is causing all these changes in Malcolm's body seems to be growing more and more pronounced by the day, though he's only dimly aware of it. Where this is leading, none can really say. But it doesn't seem to be slowing down any time soon, and each day, little by little, he wakes up in the morning stronger than the last.

Not Invulnerable— As previously stated, there is an upper limit to Mal's durability; and hitting him often enough or hard enough will hurt him. On top of that, the guy still needs to breathe— making attacks via poison gas just as effective on him as it is anybody else, and meaning he can also be drowned or suffocated.

Not Wolverine, Either— While Mal may heal faster than most, it isn't exactly instantaneous nor something that'd really help him him out in the middle of a fight— Sure, the odd bruise or little scrape will be gone in a minute or two, with minor cuts or gashes taking a little longer than that... but more severe injuries and broken bones can take days depending on severity.

Frequent Headaches/Hallucinations— Seemingly a side-effect of whatever's going on with his body, Mal's recently had a few problems with his head... in the form of random, headaches that range in strength from mildly irritating to downright agonizing in intensity and arrive without warning, turning his world into a distorted mish-mash of pastel colours at best and at worst, causing him to hallucinate things like seeing through walls, what he can only surmise to be thermal radiation and even electrical currents. Needless to say, just a wee bit distressing. Both in the pain it causes and the implication that he just might be going a little crazy, so he's kept mum about the whole thing to his family.

Which of course means he's unaware of the faint orange glow radiating from behind his eyes when it occurs.

Inexperience— As good in a scrap as Mal is, when it comes to the whole 'hero' business, he... well... He has no idea what the fuck he's doing.

So a few months of trial, error and smacking facefirst into the side of a few buildings is probably going to follow while he figures it out.

Malcolm is, for lack of a better way of putting it, a walking, talking paradox of a young man— Indomitably stubborn, possessing no small reserve of that potent mixture of grit, wit and pluck his hometown's known for and an apparent talent for dropping devastating one-liners with ruthless efficiency if some poor fool ever gives him the chance... Yet, also honest by nature. Surprisingly patient— far moreso than you'd ever associate with the hardnosed Bludhaven stereotype—, warm, welcoming and caring not just to those he holds dear, but... damn near everybody he meets (traits he's made less and less effort to hide in the five years of introspection he's had since moving west) and far more intuitive and intelligent than he ever really cares to let on.

The kind of guy that does his grandma's groceries and mows her lawn without complaint. Who'd step in the way of a mugging just as readily as he'd change a stranger's tire. Who'd do the drywall in Mari's house for no more than a few slices of pizza and maybe an affectionate little tousling of the hair.

Because beneath all that pluck, grit and wit his hometown's known for, there's been a good man hiding in plain sight the entire time. One it's entirely likely Mal himself knows little about.

Born in Bludhaven, New Jersey to a green beret for a dad and a local cop for a mom. Malcolm's youth was... actually pretty normal, all things considered. Sure, he had an amazing talent for getting into trouble (pranks and the occasional schoolyard scrap, mostly) but that never really stopped his folks, his cousin Zoey (whom he was damn-near attached to by the hip throughout his childhood), her parents and all his family out west from loving him all the the same. And so, when he wasn't giving his mum all kinds of headaches with his usual antics, he spent his days taking the train to Gotham to goof off with Zo, going on the odd fishing trip with his granddad and, on some rare occasions, visiting the Valinovas on whatever new posting they found themselves in.

There were, it should be noted, some little oddities here and there. One of the most glaring examples being how odd it was that the grandpa he loved so very much never really looked as old as he should. And never seemed to age, for that matter.

Even more suspicious was the fact that when he was old enough to be aware of and ask about it, the only answer he ever got was just a quick "I'll tell you when you're older."

Though truth be told, he'd soon have other things to worry about.

Helena Katakros

21

Human

Female

Helena is a fairly average girl, standing at 5’10” and being fairly unathletic, but still skinny with a light olive complexion and shoulder length golden blonde hair. Usually wearing some jeans and a white shirt with a frilled collar when not in her hero costume.

Helena has a cellphone with her at all times, along with a satchel bag filled with snacks, drinks and study materials.

A student of molecular chemistry, she’s a good study with a keen memory. Helena is only relatively physically fit, doing just enough exercise to keep her from getting winded running for a bus.

Helena’s power is control over the primary elements of greek philosophy, Fire, Water, Air and Earth. As in greek philosophy these elements can be combined and mixed at different amounts to create new forms, and again as with the philosophical teachings, these powers are more easily controlled and attuned with strong feelings of love and strife.

Her physical limitations are those of an average human, her current level of physical fitness is about average for a person that does light cardio.
Elemental control requires materials of the desired “element” in the vicinity to be used, Fire being a minor exception as it instead relies on the existence of flammable content in the air rather than physical fire being present, though natural fire can also be controlled.
Elemental control has a low level of backlash relative to Helena’s output, flinging rocks or metal around can cause bruising, for example.
Anything that would be considered an advanced use of her abilities requires muscle memory and memorization of the quantity of each element used to exacting specification.
Helena has been very focused on her studies and withdrawn until the dawn of her powers, leaving her relatively disconnected from most people and unused to dealing with them for lengths of time.

An earnest and diligent student, Helena has a positive outlook on her newfound powers and the opportunity they present to give the world the kind of hero she loved growing up. Her positivity carries through most of her life, giving her a cheery focus on anything that catches her interest, that said she is easily flustered when confronting something she hasn’t rehearsed beforehand and can quickly become embarrassed by her own mistakes and errors.

Born in Sparta, Greece. Helena’s youth was spent growing up there with her family before her parents made the decision to move to the States, wanting to give her a strong education and instilling the need for learning into her.

Helena’s life started out as a very normal one, growing up with her family in Sparta and having her parents' affection and care raising her through her childhood. Days were spent studying to keep up with her parents' hopes for her, or watching cartoons and shows on tv with her cousins.
At the age of 9 her parents decided to move their small family away to look for a better education for their only child in America, ending up in a small Greek community in Keystone where her father worked as a chef. Knowing that her parents had moved for her benefit, Helena’s focus became her education as a result leading to her succeeding through constant effort where she would have otherwise failed, this would lead to her making it into Central City University and an internship at STAR labs after taking a couple of years to go back to Greece and live with family that they’d left behind.
The recent developments leading to her becoming a meta human have given her pause about continuing to brute force her way through her education, and drawn her along a new path.