Emily Brown

24 years old

Human

Female

Emily stands at a height of 5'8 feet tall. She is quite often dressed in attires that doesn't seem to make her stand out in a crowd - her clothes usually being a tint of brown and dark grey. Her expressions seem to barely shift, making her appear often as cold-natured or uncaring. Emily doesn't seem to care much about grooming other than keeping it to the basics, her lack of interests likely being due to her power and the effects that have on her clothes and hair. She does seem to rather be sensitive about covering up her right wrist with bands or cheap watches.

*Wallet, which contains some pocket money. But most importantly, her ID and driver's license.
* Three pocket knives.
* Her trusty cellphone, a Nokia 6.2.
* A few wristbands, most of them are leather with nothing significant to them.
* A cheap watch.

Emily is semi-competent in hand to hand combat. This due to her past as a street urchin, where she had plenty of losses and wins - giving her some experience in how to throw and take a punch. Though nothing fancy regarding judo or karate.
Aside from that, she sports a rather good amount of stamina and running capability. Being agile seems to be helping well, usually running away from situations.

Emily has the ability of Teleportation manipulation. She is capable of twisting and using her gift to warp both space and time, to create a diversity of abilities that can be useful.

* Emily can create small portals. These portals are requiring a point A and point B. Anything that travels from point A, will exit from point B and vice versa. These portals are, however, quite small and nothing larger than a soccer ball can enter through these portals. This is so far the most basic and mastered ability that Emily has so far. It has quite a long-range, up to approximately 50 feet

* Emily can create a stationary wall - up to the range of 8ft in width and 8ft in length. This once more requires a point A and B but also limits Emily from moving - as she requires to focus and hold the portal open. This ability is, however, more limited as the range to where Emily can teleport is up to roughly 25 feet. Not to mention that she can't teleport herself - as she is required to stand still.

* Emily is able to teleport herself in a rapid fashion. This usually takes around five seconds for her to wrap her ability around herself, so to say. She is capable to warp herself to a distance of 30 feet.

* The second ability has the limitation that she can't teleport herself as she is required to stay stationary.
* The self-teleportation has issues of its own. She requires to rest ten seconds before she is able to perform another jump. This ability is further hampered that she needs to know where she is going to warp to - in order to avoid falling to great heights or other calamitous results.
* She has yet to master the ability further. Right now, she has been using the abilities to her own benefits - which is usually small crime.

Emily is a person that doesn't seem to judge or worry much about others. She is quite pragmatic and not bothering herself with issues that don't impact her right away or in the long run. This further with her desire to just survive and do her thing, Emily tends to come across as laid-back or uncaring to others.
This tends to be true to a certain degree. Emily finds it hard to trust people or open up to others.
Her experiences and street-knowledge have allowed her to grow into a mature person. Yet a sense of dark and twisted humour usually sticks around, which seems to appeal to a few people in general.
Nobody's perfect of course and Maddison has plenty of less favourable characteristics too. Her opportunistic ways and tactlessness are far from ideal and could ruin plenty of evenings.

Emily grew up in the poorer neighbourhoods of Central City. With her family owning a small shop, Emily was able to enjoy a somewhat okay education. After high school, she would drop out of school. At the start, she would feign in being interested in taking care of the shop. But the dark truth was she was more interested in a life that would allow her to be as laid-back as she could be.

Emily grew up in a loving and caring family. Her parents were owners of a small grocery shop. An establishment that has been taken over ever since the departure of Emily's parents after the accident.
During her time as a young girl, Emily did seem to possess a certain gift to find her way into places she wasn't supposed to be in. Or acquiring certain items that she desired.
Yet despite that rather eccentric gift, Emily's youth wasn't that eventful. She went through what most got: puberty and highschool - an awful combination, maybe someone should change that, huh?

During Emily's puberty, she became more interested in honing some of her gifts. This usually just for her interests and not to help others out. During this stage in Emily's life, she also started to become less interested in doing her homework. It was more fun to hang with peers outside and be up to no good. This did create some clashes with her parents, that desired Emily to be more successful - so that she could craft a better future for herself.
This would often be a point of conflict between Emily and her parents. To the point that a rift was about to rupture between the two. Until both Emily's parents would die in a car accident, being hit by a drunken driver.
For a moment, Emily realised some of her errors. Wanting to turn her study attitude the way around, the sequence of events that followed her parent's death made it near impossible. The fact that Emily's life was turned upside down made her start to run away from her troubles - wanting to cling desperately to the last bit of control that she had.

Over the years, she has established herself as a successful thief that steals for her benefit. Next to working some odd jobs for those willing to see various items vanish. Or desiring to gain a hold of certain objects, that may or may not just appear in their possession.
It may not be the life that her parents wanted for her but without any alternative, Emily sees no other way out.

Rosa Maria Portacio Ravelo

16

Human

Female

A small, slightly dark skinned Asian American girl around 5'3"/160 cm~, with a slight but surprisingly muscular build and medium length silky black hair normally kept bound up in a tight ponytail. She ordinarily dresses like a tomboy, jackets and pants and a t-shirt or tank top, though over time she might branch out and get interested in different styles. Along with her clothes she almost always has sunglasses and a White Cane to visually indicate her blindness for other people. When doing vigilante work or missions for The Chaste she wears a set of grey and black clothes and a dark cloth mask with no eyeholes.

A set of grey and black clothes, a black eyeless cloth mask and twin kali bastons.

Physical Fitness- Thanks to a childhood spent training with her prizefighter dad and four months of intensive training with Stick, Rosa has the general overall physique of someone at near peak human levels of physical fitness for someone of her age and size.

Reflexes- Rosa's reflexes are becoming increasingly quick thanks to her training with Stick and her superhuman senses giving her inputs faster and more detailed than any ordinary human's. For now she's developing close to peak human reflexes, but may go beyond that into mildly superhuman territory.

Martial Arts Skills- Rosa grew up with a professional boxer and later mixed martial artist for a dad and idolized him enough to train with him and at his gyms from a young age. She's also spent the past four months training with Stick in Kali and other martial arts she can't fully identify. Her main background is in Mixed Martial Arts with a heavier than normal emphasis on punching and standing footwork from her dad's boxing background, but she's got some no gi Judo, Muay Thai and Brazillian Jujitsu crosstraining from his MMA gym too. Stick's training supplemented that with Kali and what he claims is ninjutsu, though to her it just feels like formalized really dirty fighting mixed with old school jujitsu and some flashy but tricky stuff that wouldn't be out of place in capoeira. She's got some armed training mainly with Kali bastons and staff fighting, but also knives mainly to learn how to defend against them. Overall she's still a talented amateur who's only got six months of serious training.

Acrobatics- Rosa is a former gymnast and free runner in addition to being into martial arts, mostly for conditioning and fun. Since the accident she can't train or compete in these things in her civilian life, but Stick's training has heavily emphasized them along with fighting and acrobatic maneuvers are sometimes part of her fighting style.

Stealth- Since Rosa was adopted by Stick, he's started training her in stealth and ambush tactics. Her powers also give her a unique advantage there, since if she focuses she can detect even the slightest signs that could give her away.

Superhuman Senses- Even though she can't see, the particle accelerator accident gave Rosa superhuman senses of hearing, smell, touch and taste. Though she's still learning to open herself up to her senses and understand the new world she experiences, she's slowly learning to do a lot with them. Her powers also give her a lot more conscious and unconscious information about her surroundings and combined with her training and body awareness can seem to give her supernaturally fast reflexes.

Bodily Control-More a side effect of heightened awareness of her own body combined with training from Stick, but Rosa is slowly learning to control some of her body's autonomic functions. She can raise or lower her body temperature slightly, dull her sense of pain, slow her heartbeat and breathing down significantly and has a much better sense of balance and more precise movements than the average person.

Superhuman accuracy- The combination of her increased sensory awareness and precision and her superhuman body coordination means she can aim and throw things with an inhuman degree of accuracy if she focuses.

Overstimulation- Rosa's been training extensively to learn to block out the vast majority of her sensory input to keep herself from going insane or worse. Still, intense and sudden stimuli can cause her serious pain and disorientation.

Normal human weaknesses- Even though she's got metahuman senses, a ton of stubbornness and willpower and really unusual training, Rosa is still just a small 16-year-old human girl. Taking a blade or a bullet or a super strong punch will kill her just as dead as any average person on the street. She still needs to sleep and eat, still eventually feels pain and heals about as fast as a normal, healthy girl would when injured. She's got all the mental and psychological issues and weaknesses of a normal girl who's been through some pretty traumatic experiences too.

Blindness- Even though all her other senses are supercharged and she has synesthesia helping her process some of the information visually, Rosa's still blind. That means among other things she can't visually see most screens and would need to be able to identify inks, dyes or food coloring to distinguish colors in other objects. She can't usually read unless she feels for slight indentations along a page, which doesn't always work and she can't know what someone looks like in a visual sense.

Inexperience- Rosa's got a very loose handle on her newfound senses at best and spent her first month with Stick just learning how to subconsciously filter out enough input to leave a sensory deprivation room without collapsing in pain. Lifting those filters without overloading herself takes focus and discipline and she's still not always skilled enough to understand what she finds. Similarly, while she is a very skilled martial artist and athlete for her age, she's only just started her more serious training with Stick.

Rosa is cheerful, energetic and forces herself to be optimistic if kind of snarky in ordinary circumstances. Her job growing up was to help her dad take care of himself and keep his spirits up, after all. But losing her dad and her sight in the same week and getting adopted by an alleged ninja cult leader has kinda put her in a darker mood lately. The ability to hear most of the crime and cries for help going on in Kansas City and the surrounding area hasn't really helped her sense of optimism either, though it is a big motivator in her crime fighting efforts. Part of her longs to go back to being just an ordinary girl with a family trying to get by and cling to a sense of normality. At the same time she can't ignore the pain and desperation around her or the debt she owes Stick and the Chaste. Her Catholicism isn't a massive part of her identity and she'd probably consider herself a lapsed Catholic if she gave it thought, but she does sometimes lean on faith and the morals she was raised with when the rest of the world feels like it's going crazy or her burdens feel too heavy to bear.

A first generation American and citizen of Kansas City, raised alone by her father, a struggling professional fighter. She never knew what happened to her mother. She was raised nominally Catholic but strayed from the faith for multiple reasons.

Rosa was born in Kansas City to a working class immigrant Filipino couple. Her mom was a registered nurse and her dad Juan 'Jack' Ravelo was a pro boxer who turned MMA fighter on the advice of a sleazy manager. He had some talent, but never enough to really make it big as a fighter in either sport, and his career mostly stalled once Rosa's mom left, allegedly because of some kind of mental breakdown. Her dad ended up raising her mostly on his own and to make ends meet he started taking rougher and rougher jobs in between legitimate fights. First as a bouncer, then a pit fighter.

Oliver "Ollie" Jonas Queen

25

Human

Male

Standing five foot ten inches, Oliver is average height and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds. With deep green eyes and sharp blonde hair. Oliver usually has a small beard and mustache though he will shave them off if he feels it's time for a change. Well muscled all over his body due to his years of training, though his time on the island has left many scars across his skin. He often wears clothing which hides these scars and marks for fear of how his family or friends might react to the truth of what he went through on that island.

Oneida Kestrel compound bow with customized extending limbs, trick arrows, ultra compact arrow locking quiver, several motorcycles, his father's classic car collection, picture of his father, mother, sister, and himself, and a hidden underground hideout known as The Quiver.

A Master Archer and capable with most melee weapons and fire arms. Oliver is knowledgeable in Escrima, Wing Chun, Kung Fu, Kenjutsu, Sambo, Systema, Judo, Taekwondo, Hapkido, Capoeria, Silat, and Muay Thai having used all of them in his training. Trained to the peak of human condition, incredible bodily control, incredible tolerance of pain, escape artist, masterful at stealth, incredible eye sight, and an very smooth talker. Oliver can also be a charismatic and rather intelligent individual showing thought and careful calculation when facing off against his enemies.

No Super Powers, doesn't need'em.

He's only human, while he is peak humanity he is very much a man with a bow and little more in some cases.

Upon meeting Oliver one might think he is a charismatic, charming, and good looking rich kid whose time alone made him regret his life choice. You would be half right, Oliver's time alone shaped what was once Star City's premiere playboy into a liar and charmer even beyond his former self. Ollie can not only lie but believe his own lies and through this is able to constantly protecting his identity as a super hero. Getting past Ollie's outward's joking and kindness, he is deep down kind but his time on the island did harden him to the realities of situations. Oliver choose not to kill solely out of a desire to be different than the League of Assassin's he learned from and to stop people rather than end them. Oliver can make hard calls and does them rather easily to outsiders, he is also not one to take being bullied lying down.

Star City, home of Queen Consolidated Industries and the Queen family, Robert Queen, Oliver's father and founder of the company built it up. Queen Consolidated major business is in making weapons and arms, though Robert's time in the navy made him more interested in ship design. Moira Queen Robert's wife, would step up being far more business savy than her passionate husband who had made billions she divested the company and moved Queen Consolidated Industries into every branching field. Allowing them to compete, after Moira's husband died she ruled the company alone however after the return of her son and daughter, she restored her and Robert's will. Which when her untimely death occurred came into effect.

Oliver Queen was born to Moira and Robert Queen, a good son by many accounts until his teenage years brought on a sharp change in his behavior. Oliver became known as a playboy in the tabloids, drinking and worse to excess until a car crash nearly killed him. Oliver decided to make amends and join his father on a small cruise to reconnect and distance himself from his worst tendencies awhile. This would be the last time he would ever truly bond with his father, two days into the trip they were struck by a massive storm which tore the boat apart. Robert and Oliver staying aboard as the other members of the crew readied life boats, Oliver and Robert climbed into the last one, being the first mate and captain they had ensured everyone else had escaped first per his father's wishes.

The storm would continue sending Robert over the side of the lifeboat and leaving Oliver alone with the survival kit and no knowledge save his small amount time spent camping as a child. However, luckily for Oliver he would wash up on Starfish Island as the American's knew or Lian Yu as the Chinese had referred to it. On that island, terrible and painful event's played out over Oliver's five years away he learned from a Mercenaries and his skills as an archer and fighter came mostly from one of the famed Long Bow Hunters of the League of Assassins. By the time he left that island, Oliver Queen had changed from billionaire playboy to battle hardened warrior who had survived the toughest things the island had thrown at him.

Finally Oliver returned home, returning to the United States one year ago Oliver planned to make a normal life for himself. To avoid conflict and focus on caring for his mother and sister, to try and create a legacy his father would be proud of. Yet Moira Queen had focused her efforts and expanding the family business, becoming ruthless without Robert's passion and concern to dull her cunning mind. Queen Industries as it was now known was making more money than offer and in turn had hurt many people in doing so, in an effort to maximize profits. As of six months a vigilante known as the 'The Hood' starting bringing in criminals to the Star city police department, alive.

The first known use of the term, 'Green Arrow' was three months ago when Moira Queen was giving a speech after her son had convinced her to begin investing in philanthropy in her husbands name. An archer dressed in black, who claimed himself to Merlyn, tried to assassinate Moira Queen, dressed in emerald garments the Green Arrow shot this Dark Archer's arrow mid flight and they engaged in a duel. Merlyn lost, his bowstring cut by the Green Arrow's shot but Merlyn's aim had not been to win the duel but to finish the contract. Moira Queen's heart pierced a hundred feet behind Oliver, the Green Arrow had failed. Yet to the city, they believed he had protected them all from a greater threat and had saved hundreds of attendees.

The Green Arrow has appeared sporadically since then, with few people able to deduce why and where he will appear next, his most recent sightings however, have been in Central City. Perhaps chasing Merlyn or another grave threat, who can say?

Zoey Kasimir

19

Human

Female

Standing at 6’2’’ Zoey is a rather tall woman, strong and active with a lean muscle over her body. Her red hair is such a light shade that it almost appears to be orange, the strands falling in an orderly fashion to just below her mid back, with long bangs that go past her chin. She’s fair skinned, sometimes dipping into a light tan in the summer months. Her features are elegant and perhaps a bit sharp, hard lines with high cheekbones and brows near constantly furrowed above the grey-blue eyes that run in her family. This all adds up to Zoey having a natural ‘resting bitch face’.

However, as of a few months ago her looks are no longer the most striking part about her. At least, not in the same way. Zoey is missing her left arm at the shoulder, and has harsh scarring not only around the area but continuing up the left side and back of her torso, neck, and jaw with some of the lines there going as far as her nose.

Exo Suit Prototype: The most important part of Grim’s gear, this Exo Suit is absolutely a work in progress. It has plates around the front and back that act as both protection and the main housing for the components, having the side effect of making the wielder appear bulkier than they may be. Similar plates run along the legs, and the metal skeleton of the suit wraps around the entire body up to the neck. The technology allows Zoey to move and provides protection as she fine tunes the movements into something more dexterous. Currently the sprint is decent, but maneuverability in the legs is below average.

Prosthetic Arm: Zoey possesses two prosthetic arms that can be interchanged. The first is a somewhat standard one in terms of abilities, capable of moving the fingers and wrist in limited capacity. It’s also quite beautiful, painted silver with real gold accents, slim and polished. The second is one of her own making, made of black metal and more for function than pretty looks. This one reacts better, but is bulkier, heavier, and has more abilities. On top of being made of heavy duty metal, the arm also houses various tools in the fingers, with the palm able to be electrified as taser or defibrillator. There’s also a grappling hook built into the forearm. The grip itself is above human strength, but not by much so far.

Half-Face Mask: Being protective of her identity, Zoey wears a somewhat bulky mask over her lower face. It’s built off a gas mask for a future gadget she has in mind, but more importantly she’s added a voice changer to drop her voice into a decidedly more masculine version.

Nightvision Goggles: Exactly what it sounds like, a pair of flat lens goggles. Though she’s been fiddling with nightvision binoculars to try and combine them.

Titanium Blades: A simple set of seven eight-inch blades, five primarily for throwing and two with actual hilts.

Release the Drones: Literally dozens of drones of all different models from the past decade. One is bulletproof, due to being the one that got sent to Bludhaven on occasion. It still has a few dents from trying.

Home and Home Defense: Zoey’s penthouse is the tip of the largest residential building in Central City, owning the top two floors for an absolutely ridiculous suite, and the third floor from the top for security. Her home contains multiple weapons that she doesn’t carry, firearms being AR-15, Tikka T3x Tac A1, Mossberg 500, and a Glock 19. She doesn’t need more than one, but she likes having them. Has a few hunting knives as well.

Personal Belongings: Her parents’ rings, on a sturdy silver chain around her neck. The latest smartphone. A multitool. Her wallet. Probably hundreds of dollars at a time in said wallet. Sometimes, her dignity.

Stickers: Zoey’s absolutely ancient black lab, and a good boy.

Unfettered Genius: Zoey’s greatest strength has always been her intellect, even if it can get her into trouble as well. As her grades can attest, she absorbs knowledge like a sponge and has a certain curiosity that lends to this. More than once as a child she’s managed to take something apart just to see how it ticks, and before his disappearance one of her favorite hobbies was building battle bots with her cousin in her home’s custom arena. While she seems to have at least base information on almost any topic under the sun, her specialty has always been anything mechanical or technological. She treats her cars as her babies, always owns the latest tech, and has made more inventions in her short life than many adults - though admittedly not many were made to be useful outside a specific purpose. Paintball claymores are not cheating!

Cheerleading IS Athletic!: Healthy body equals healthy mind, as the saying always goes. Zoey keeps in shape, both Kasimir Castle and her penthouse having regularly used home gyms. Throughout high school she also chose cheerleading as her sport of choice, enjoying the teamwork and gymnastics involved. (Plus, though she won’t admit it, the cute outfits were a plus!) On a more serious note, due to the high crime rate of Gotham City Zoey was obligated to learn how to defend herself on top of the specialized ‘kidnap prevention training’. As such, she was taught Krav Maga and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, though has never had to actually use it before Central City.

Stellar Aim: As part of her love for all things with moving parts, Zoey has taken apart numerous weapons, mostly guns. She owns several in her penthouse, more in her family’s home, and her father took her hunting almost yearly. It was one of the least lavish things they ever did, but she always enjoyed the quality, quiet time. Along with shooting ranges, this has left her with a very good aim, and throwing knives were added for fun later on in an attempt to offset the apparent uncoolness of attending science camp. (As an aside, she does know a bit of tracking from the hunting trips!)

Polyglot: You’d think with that big brain Zoey would know more languages, but her primaries are English and Russian, due to her father’s side being slavic. On a lesser note she can read Chinese and Japanese, admittedly due to wanting clear instructions when buying interesting tech from overseas.

Transference: The ability to heal any injury by taking it onto your own body.

Squishy, mortal human body.
Particularly vulnerable to technomancers.
Suffers from debilitating injuries, both physical and mental after the incident that lost her arm.
Won’t admit it, but she’s terrified of using her power again.
[Future] Even if she makes something for every situation, Zoey can only carry a limited amount of gadgets.

Ever since the incident, Zoey’s personality has changed in some rather drastic ways. Though in initial impressions she could come off as a bit of a brat, or at worst a bitch, she was for the most part vivacious and full of life - tempered only by the need to appear as the perfect heiress in certain situations. Further, she had a certain brash confidence in herself that wasn’t hard to come off as arrogant. Hints of this personality still shine through at times, but for the most part it’s been overlapped with something new.

Moody, withdrawn, and obsessed with vengeance. The wounds of what’s happened are too raw right now, the drastic changes too much to focus on. It’s all Zoey can do to concentrate on what she needs to do - at least in her mind - to stop everything from closing in on her brain like a hand around her throat. Everything she has is now dedicated to her goal.

The one thing that hasn’t changed is her very core defining trait; a strong sense of justice. Even jaded as she is now, Zoey would do anything in her power to help someone in need, though sometimes it can seem slightly deranged. Because of this, though her gadgetry was originally built with nothing but selfish ideas in mind she can’t help but stop for every person along the way who might need it.

Born and raised in Kasimir Castle of Gotham City, which is indeed an actual castle her father purchased in his youth owing entirely to the streak of ‘extra’ that runs in the Kasimir line.. He could do it easily as well, considering the Kasimir’s wealth has increased exponentially in the past few generations. While their fortune began generations ago in all things medical, from supplies to machinery to having a family of well-regarded Doctors, the Kasimirs have since expanded operations. Real Estate, Technological Advancement, Legal Services and more - it seemed like the only thing they weren’t into was weapons, due in no small part to their roots in medicine. There’s even a distant Aunt that’s started a successful clothing line of dresses with pockets.

This afforded Zoey a life of luxury people can only dream of, and a fertile ground to exercise her creativity. It helped that her father absolutely spoiled her every whim. This only increased after her parents’ divorce, leading to things such as an entire room being converted to a battle bot arena and workshop. Or maybe a better example would be the several million dollar car for her sixteenth birthday.

Of course, no price tag on any fancy gift can render mute the hurt of your parents falling out of love. Zoey was six years old when her parents decided to end their relationship, even if on paper they were still married. It was an upsetting time, a time she often spent with her cousin as her Uncle and Aunt were kind enough to allow the children to spend more time together. When Mal wasn’t around though, it wasn’t hard for her to find trouble herself. A curious and gifted child, more than one shiny new object found its demise at her hands as the Kasimir heiress took it apart. She loved seeing how things worked, being able to see the layers strip away, how they worked together, and sometimes she even put it back together again. Particularly at a young age it gave her a sense of control that was comforting. When there wasn’t anything that caught her interest in the moment, Zoey absorbed other knowledge like a sponge. Zaden Kasimir more than once found his young daughter stubbornly slogging through his medical texts, the papers he had, and the research he was investigating.

By the time Zoey was a young woman, her father shouldn’t have even been surprised the first time she brought him an article on something new in his own field.

The first time she invented something all her own, Zoey was seven and wanted to make a robot. It was harmless enough, and Zaden always encouraged his daughter’s pursuits. So really, Bitey McFlameburp was his fault. The most dangerous roomba that ever existed, Zoey had failed to provide a kill switch for her first working build. After replacing the burn carpets and his eyebrows, her father kindly contracted his daughter a largely concrete room with a small arena for her little robots. And begged her to remember an off switch. She spent days there, not only stretching her creativity and how far she could push her nanny’s frayed nerves, but as her own safe haven. Her mother never really approved finding her daughter covered in oil, with little nicks on her fingers and parts strewn around the room, and her father often worked long hours.

It provided the groundwork for when her Uncle passed, and the first drone Zoey sent to see her cousin was destroyed in Bludhaven. Stubborn and determined, it took three more tries to not only find a powerful enough drone to stand the armor plating, but to modify it with what was essentially a swanky video phone. Thank god her father never asked questions over the supplies she wanted. Of course, that just expanded her scope even more, as now Zoey was ordering anything new that caught her fancy. That’s the danger of a child with a large pool of funds and little parental supervision.

That changed when Zoey hit her teens. It had taken a bit, but her father finally realized that despite his indulgences his daughter was growing, and fast at that. He didn’t even know that she had become a bit of a car fanatic, that she was signed up for some sort of science summer camp, that she stopped learning the piano from her mother, even that she was planning to try out for cheerleading starting high school! So that summer, after her camp, Zaden took his first vacation in quite some time to spend time with just his daughter and himself. It was a bit of a comedy of errors the first hunting trip they had, especially when Zoey ended up taking apart all the firearms the first night (he should’ve seen that coming), but they were closer than ever and she promised to research everything before their next hunt. These trips happened right up until she graduated.

By the end of High School, there was no doubt that Zoey was a genius. Part of her time fiddling with technology, with reading all these things far above her grade, the staying up for days on end working on some pet project or another were often motivated by boredom. The best private school Gotham had to offer had nothing on her, and she breezed by honors classes with ease. In truth, she likely would have graduated early had her parents not been of the mindset that school was an experience as well as an education. Rubbing shoulders with the children of other elite families couldn’t hurt for when she took over as the family head, and having an incredible brain didn’t always help if you had no idea how to handle people. As such, despite Zoey’s love for her family she was practically salivating at the thought of an actual challenge. She was accepted into numerous Universities, but ended up choosing Central City as her new base of operations, in no small part due to the Particle Accelerator that STAR Labs had erected there. How cool was that?

Admittedly, Zoey was also influenced by how close it was to Keystone. She hadn’t visited her favorite cousin’s grave often. No one could blame her, with the ache in her chest.

While it was a bit of an adjustment, the first month of classes saw Zoey settling in just fine. She had her own apartment close by in one of the skyrise penthouses, her dog Stickers’ latest check up cleared him for the move, and she had just bought a new car. Again.

And then she got the knock on her door from her home’s security personnel.

The attack had happened so fast that by the time the news was relayed to Keystone, it was already confirmed that both Zaden Kasimir and his ex-wife Aurora Larkin had been murdered. Slaughtered, in fact, along with everyone else in their respective homes. The bodies were so mangled there couldn’t even be open caskets for their funerals.

It was no surprise that Zoey went into a numb shock. Her parents were gone, and though they had their rough patches over the years she loved both of them. Their funeral preparations were handled by the family’s majordomo, with the daughter merely going along with everything. It had made no sense. Her family had enemies, sure - anyone at the top would tend to accrue a few. Yet this wasn’t just a hit, if it was then they might’ve survived. This was … something that seemed far more dangerous than a mere assassination.

Zoey couldn’t help but latch onto that with desperation. It was something to cling to, something productive to focus on. It was entirely self-destructive.

The new Head of the Kasimir Family, Zoey once again found herself sloughing through her father’s work. This time she wasn’t a little girl that needed a dictionary and context clues. It was an absolute scour, looking for any hint of what could have caused this. The Gotham police were useless as usual, corrupt and fat with their laziness and greed. If her parents were to find justice, the she could have to be the one to find it for them. Maybe she could find peace, too.

In truth, there was little to find at first. Everything was business as usual, the only things that even came up in the last few months were some new contracts, some amicably finished deals, a new up and coming vaccine from Kasimir Pharmaceuticals. Even her father’s investments in STAR Labs were just so he could get an excuse to get his daughter a tour of the Particle Accelerator. A Particle Accelerator that wasn’t even successful, as many people found out six months ago.

Then the phenomenon occurred with it.

Normally Zoey would’ve loved finding out about everything that was happening in the wake of this incident. The newness of powers, the excitement of how these people’s very DNA must’ve changed, the awesome opportunity for *science!* All of it was ash in her mouth, as the increasingly bitter young woman was single focused on her goal. And at last, it bore fruit.

It was such a little thing, really. A lot of her father’s work had been erased following the attack, and with it any hint of whatever he might’ve been working on. Even Zoey’s certified genius couldn’t seem to turn back the hands of time when it came to this. What she could find however, was that her father’s investment into STAR Labs wasn’t just for her. Somehow, it linked back to her cousin’s accident. The details were lost, only smoldering spiderwebs connecting the dots, but it was all she had to go on, and she latched onto it with the ferocity of a drowning man.

In truth, maybe it was the snooping that caused this. Maybe it was just pure coincidence. Either way, before Zoey could do more than get her fingertips dirty, her abysmal luck struck for one more devastating blow. It was a Memorial Gala for all those lost in the Particle Accelerator incident, one that at this point in her life Zoey would’ve brushed off as unimportant, were it not for some STAR Lab representative attending. That was enough to pique her interest into going. In turn, the event was enough to pique the rage of some of those who not only lost loved ones, but were one of the earliest instances of these strange powers, and how not to use them.

Zoey can’t remember much of the night if she’s honest. One moment she was laser focused on the man she sought, moving to introduce herself. The next, a ringing in her ears, blood dripping in her eyes, screams and smoke with fire licking at her back.

And when she turned her head, one of the children of an attendee. A little boy, his rumpled tux burned away in areas, buttons melted to his skin, body mangled and twisted and still breathing despite being so close to the apparent explosion.

All that Zoey could think was that she had to help him, even as the very air burned in her lungs. And as she reached out with shaking fingers, the veins in the very tips beginning to glow white, the thought just pounded louder and louder in her head. Help. Help him!

The pain seared like molten lava through her veins. Zoey couldn’t even tell if she was screaming as her bones cracked, as skin blistered and peeled. Even her face felt like a knife was being carved through the flash, and then the snap of her spine even as the little boy’s seemed to correct itself-

Doctors told her later that she must’ve shielded him, because while the boy’s right side was quite injured, his left seemed fine - and the opposite for her.

Zoey lost her arm completely, as well as her ability to walk. Nothing could be done for the arm, but doctors were hopeful that with time and effort the spinal cord injury could be overcome. After all, as her very company knew, advances in medicine were happening everyday!

By now, with defeat after defeat, some people might’ve given up. Some might’ve wallowed in misery at their bad fortunes. Some might’ve even just decided to retire then and there, if they had the resources Zoey did. Yet it had taken her all of three days to know she wasn’t down for the count. It had taken her all of three hours on returning home to once again lock herself away in her lab, focused on drawing her latest blueprint. It had taken all of three months to reach the New Year, and Zoey hadn’t spent her time lamenting what could’ve been - after all, her story was just starting, with the whir of a hand built machine and eyes locked on the future.

Akashi Tenno Sato

21

Human

Male

Red hair, and smooth skin. But one eye is red and the other is a bright orange color. He stands at 6 foot 1 inches, he usually dressed in either fancy clothes or in basketball shorts and a solid color t-shirt. Sometimes he will walk around with his Central University warm-up on as well as a central university blazer.

A journal, as well as a phone, a basketball and workout clothes. A small handgun as well as a switch blade knife. School books and a laptop.

Highly athletic, can jump high and dunk, he is incredibly fast for a human, running about a 4.25 40 yard dash.
Additionally, he knows Kendo which his father had put him in since he was 6 years old.
The same can be said about Wing Chun having been put into that when he was about 5 years old as well. So in both cases he has become a proficient master in. Even to the point he was beating adults as a child in both kendo and Wing Chun

Akashi has two sides to his personality as well as 2 powers:

The emperor: Emperor’s Eye- Red circles appear in his eyes, looking into them closely can disorient you and mesmerize you. (Able for you to not realize what’s going on around you)

For example he can push you down when you a mesmerized by his eyes and you won’t realize it until it forces your sight to move away from his eyes.

With his eyes he is able to predict the future easier, in a way, it’s like the ability to see how the future will play out if he does something like attack from the left hand side. He can see what the next couple seconds would be in a split moment. Which allows him to change his attack from being on the right to the left side.

Dagon: Boosting- Every 5 seconds he is able to consistently multiply his physical abilities, speed, strength, jumping ability, athleticism, etc. temporarily

He can also use that ability to store in an item and if that item touches someone it will boost whoever touched the item’s physical abilities and powers.

Additionally he can touch people and transfer the multiplier of physical abilities and powers he had used on himself to other people

Both powers are unable to be activated at the same time (for now, and even at his two sides wo0uld be in constant conflict.), his power only depends on what personality has taken over.
It takes about 15 minutes for a personality of his to take over, and that is if the other will allow it.(The only exception is if one of the conflicting personalities allows or gives up being the the dominant one)

His head is in constant conflict with his two personalities fighting with each other most of the time unless one is quiet

The Emperor's eye gives a correct prediction of those within his sight, if someone is not in his sight he is unable to use it on them.

Pain will bring someone out of the mesmerization of the Emperor’s eye.

After 10 minutes of using his multiplier without handing it off to someone else it takes more of his endurance than what would have been if he had been doing the movements without the boost. (For example: if he used his ability to run a mile at the end of the 10 minutes of the first multiplier he would feel like he ran 2 miles, and if he ran 2 he would feel like he ran 4 etc..)

If he puts a multiplying boost into an object and someone who he doesn’t want grabs it first, he is not able to stop it from multiplying their abilities/powers

Those who get their powers or physical abilities multiplied are only able to have either abilities multiplied for about 6 minutes with the same level of exhaustion as Dagon. (1 mile= 2 miles, etc.)

Akashi has 2 different personalities, each with their own specific personalities.

Emperor: He is very much a selfish being. Those around him are good for their use until their not. When things go wrong, he is the epitome of ‘if you want a job done right, do it yourself’ he will act kind and act nice but does not feel that way about those around him. He likes the strong and hates the weak. He looks down on people and hates it when others look down at him. He will mesmerize people who look down at him and push them to the ground so that he can literally look down on them.
He sees failure as not an option, and that if there is a time where failure is close he will do everything in his power to succeed, even if it means ignoring those who he calls his friends or not helping them. He considers himself absolute, that he is able to win at anything and be the best at anything, even if it takes time. He is calculating, decisive and seems to have a scheme or plan with almost everything he does. Those under him are scared of him, and how serious he is. And those who oppose him find out quickly why he is seen as ‘absolute’ when they are looking up at him

Dagon: Friendly, almost in a charming way. He cares about others and about having fun. He is unselfish and caring about others. He is the epitome of ‘teamwork makes the dream work’. Caring and loving towards those around him, he sees himself as the person to help bring others up around him even if they are the ones who have to get the job done. He is happy to just be around them and call people friends. Competition is healthy and although losing is not something he ever wants to do he is more than willing to learn from his mistakes when he loses. His plans usually involve his team members and himself being a supporter of them.

Japan, but was brought up in Central city. Son of a wealthy and well known family, his idea of success came from his father who allows for nothing more than being the top and the best. He himself is an extremely successful business man and expects his son to be the same.

Born in Japan to a Japanese mother and an American father. Brought to America at the age of 2 he has lived his whole life in America going to Japan only a few months every year or two. He grew up with high expectations put on him from his father especially. He was allowed to do any extracurricular activity away from his usual martial arts as long as he succeeded in them. His father saw it as he had to be the best as he couldn’t accept his son embarrassing the family name. WIth such expectations it would have been crushing on him had it not been for his mother watching over him. She would teach him music to help him calm down, but more importantly she would support him in whatever he wanted to do, even if he wasn’t very good at it at first.

Basketball would become his passion as a young man, throughout middle school and high school even, easily dominating the competition. But that wasn’t the only thing he grew up doing. His father would make him take advanced classes constantly. His brain developed quickly as he became smarter and smarter, eventually gaining a knack for calculations of probability as well as becoming quite tech savvy. He would build his own computer program at the age of 13 which would eventually be used by business’ for calculating wages based off of the position’s requirements and tasks that they required to do, calculating that by the amount of time that each task should take from the worst to quickest time each task of the position took; as well as factoring in the amount of time the person who was in that position had been there. Eventually there was an issue with the program and being able to be hacked into by employees to change some of the info in it.

This embarrassment led to his father making him take an extra 15 hours a week of computer and coding classes a week when he was around 15 as it cost his father millions in legal fees and in the settlement money as well.

Eventually his father would make him help write a new program that would then also be successful, though never imitating the success of the first it still sold quite well eventually becoming one of the most sought after security programs for a business. That security program would eventually be sold with the rights of it by his father for about 60 million dollars, and in one night he watched what he had worked on so hard slip out of his fingers.

But he still had basketball, and his father allowed him to keep playing as long as he kept winning. He would continue to win, over and over again when he played, he couldn’t accept defeat, he couldn’t have the last thing he considered his own be taken away from him.l So when Central City University offered a full ride for him to be on their team of course he had to accept. At that point his father was different from when he was in High-School, or in middle school. The first time in College when he lost his Father would be eating across from him and tell him, “Now you know what it’s like to lose, are you gonna cry about it, or be about it?” The first time his dad had spoken words of encouragement other than sounding off approval of his winning; when it came to the sport he loved.

Everyone could alway tell there seemed to be almost like there was two types of Akashi almost always, there was the calculating Akashi, and the dark and the Akashi that acted upon his plans and schemes in basketball, in business, in coding. As long as he won he seemed pleased and happy, but there was also how he acted around his friends, loving and caring and happy to be around them.

Slowly his calculative side would not allow even his father to look down on him, at some points even opposing his father when it came to business decisions. But his father still relied on him for a while.

At one point he would go to the grand activation of the massive particle accelerator created by one Harrison Wells in Central City, when the explosion happened his father panicked, and became slightly less bearing on him. But over the next 6 months Akashi slowly began to change. He noticed it slightly and so did others. Eventually he would realize that he had 2 personalities in him. And each one was fighting for control. The first time he recognized this was when he was about to lose in an intense basketball game that would have decided who was going to the playoffs. With only a couple minutes left at time out after making a key mistake and the other point guard telling him “You have no hope left in this game” it was all coming at him, the possibility of the loss, not wanting his father to be disappointed, afraid of bringing embarrassment, afraid most of all his father telling him he would no longer be able to play the sport he loved.

With his head in his hands would be the first time it would happen, the change of his left eye turning to an orange color, his right eye turning red now as well. He looked up and looked at the coach and it was the first time one of the personalities had completely taken over. “Just give me the ball” he would say. In that game, he was able to absolutely dominate in the last couple of minutes eventually winning the game in an absolute dominant performance on both offense and defense. And it was all by himself.

Eventually, in another game where he was about to lose he was at the point where he had given up hope on his teammates but he wasn’t able to beat the other team by himself, in fact, the Emperor had been almost shattered with self-doubt. That’s when Dagon took over, his own abilities increasing and multiplying as well as bringing his teammates up. His team didn’t realize what was happening, but he did, he had just become twice as fast, twice as strong, and so did his teammates. This new power was interesting, but Dagon saw it as a blessing. Ever since the two personalities have been in conflict with each other, each one wanting to take over the other completely. But he was never able to use Dagon’s strength as The Emperor, and he was never able to use The Emperor's eye as Dagon. Each seemed to be separate. Akashi seemed lost between these two personalities.

Unit AB7865/Sev

3

Craver

Male

Sev is what most humans would call a freak or an abomination, perhaps even a monster and they wouldn't be far wrong with those descriptions. Origionally Sev was a member of an insectoid species, however, it would probably be difficult to tell that given all of the mechanical modifications, his legs were entirely replaced with robotics and all four of his biceps have been heavily replaced with robotics as well.

Sev's insectoid origins did have their benefits when his masters were designing his species combat upgrades, possessing six appendages, four arms and two legs, allowing for greater flexibility when developing weaponry and attachments. Overall Sev has what one could describe as a distinctive look to him. Most of his front is still the origional insectoid while his back and rear set of arms are where the mechanical parts start to become very prominent. His head is completely encased by his helmet which is unable to be removed, upon and in his back lie the bulkier parts of his technology, large cooling cells, measuring roughly 1ft long inserted deep into his back stop his body from overheating and cooking alive due to his incredibly high operating temperatures.

Sev is what one could describe as blunt, emotions weren't necessary combat effectiveness was and to achieve that all members of his species are lobotomised before undergoing augmentation. And while the brain damage he suffered at the hands of OSCORP has caused some of his origional personality to return it is still hard for him to display emotions when the parts of his brain that create them have been almost entirely removed.

There is however, one exception. His on board AI Jade, having recently broken free from the crashed ships central computer is enjoying a certain amount of freedom, well as free as she can be while trapped inside Sev's head. With this new found freedom Jade has begun to develop a certain amount of sentience and a rather sassy personality alongside it.

Born in a lab on Raxom 3, one of many breeding worlds used by the old masters.

Being born and bred for war meant that most of Sev's early life was spent doing exactly that, part of the first wave on over a dozen planetary invasions, Sev's combat experience is almost second to none among his brothers, mostly due to him being one of very few to actually survive past his two week life expectancy. But three years into his life everything would be quite literally put in ice. His master's homeworld collapsed in on itself and as a failsafe to stop their army falling into enemy hands every Craver around the galaxy still on their ships was placed into suspended animation indefinitely. That was until 10,000 years ago when a Queen-Class SuperCarrier which was drifting slowly through the Sol system lost power and while caught in Earth's gravity plummeted to Earth and crashed into the Arctic ice becoming buried completely until two years ago when the ship became known to the world.

The world was suddenly made aware that there were Aliens buried in the Arctic two years ago when a melting ice cap unveiled the ship's bow to everyone. In a scramble to explore it OSCORP were the first to plant their flag as it were and now have a complete monopoly on the excavation and exploration of the ship's interior. After only a day of searching the recon teams had found the stasis chambers where rack after rack of dormant Craver, 250,000 in total, just waiting to be unleashed.

As the scientists and guards began exploring the racks they unknowingly awoke sentries and upon discovering that some Apes were poking around their ship they began attacking the scientists and their escorts, even without access to their weaponry the sentries made quick work of them and over two dozen were killed before the sentries were brought down. But OSCORP persisted and carried on with their expeditions and eventually managed to pull Sev from the racking to take away for study.

Sev regained consciousness just over three days ago, waking up on an operating table with a science team surrounding him poking him with various needles and speaking in a language he didn't understand. It wouldn't take long for him to escape and the trail of destruction he left during his escape has made OSCORP begin a city wide manhunt for him.