I'd also be interested in joining, if there's still room.

And I know that technically the Wards team has already been chosen, but I might have an idea or two around it.

Speaking of which, what's your stance on a PC that's older and more experienced?

Or for a recently captured delinquent given an option to turn life around.

Lost track of time so I guess this is here sooner than I thought it would be x)

Morie Reine [+]

_{"Yeah, I-I... I can help out, it's fine."}

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Name:
Morgan Reine

Alias:
Memento

Nickname(s):
Prefers being called 'Morie'
Specifically dislikes being called 'Morg'

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

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[APPEARANCE]
Morie's 167cm frame is most commonly hidden beneath hoodies, jackets, skirts, leggings, and boat shoes, leading to her giving off a sense of effortless beauty--though she very much puts effort into her looks. A beauty mark sits beneath her left eye, and she is rarely seen without hairpins keeping her bangs organized. She usually ties her shoulder-length hair back in a small ponytail when doing anything physical.
Her Cape costume.

[PERSONALITY]
Morie can give off an unapproachable aura, often looking annoyed or tired. This shell, though, is very easy to get past. The slightest bit of kindness--even sometimes a simple compliment--can quickly melt away her icy demeanor. Despite her best efforts to be aloof, Morie is shockingly clingy and soft-hearted. Though she often has difficulty communicating with words, her expressions and actions do more than enough to show her true nature as a caring ally and friend. Morie is one to nearly never pin blame on another, always being the first to apologize. A tendency to overanalyze little things can often control her, and that is especially true when something goes wrong--she will immediately look inward and pick apart every mistake she believes herself to have made, which can quickly sour her mood. Just as quickly, though, kind words can pick her back up--she becomes attached to others easily.
The girl is very quick to sacrifice for the sake of others, finding happiness in doing so through the happiness of those she aids. This trait, along with her general disposition, makes her a very easy soul to manipulate and take advantage of. Morie has recognized this 'doormat' aspect of herself, and it is the primary reason she tries--and fails--to be distant. Realizing she's been used is a crushing feeling to the girl, not helped by the fact that she can hardly even think to say 'no' without feeling herself panic. The thought of upsetting others, often even if they've upset her, paralyzes her.
When she speaks, she is rather slow and deliberate, needing to be focused on being clear with what she means and avoid stammering.
Notably, Morie excels under pressure. The high of adrenaline coursing through her makes her feel strong, the fear of failing something she deems to be important to her focuses her mind. She can come off as a different person when the chips are down--a person she personally likes better, leading to her being a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Being a hero is a pretty good way to get her fix.

[BACKSTORY]
At a very young age, Morie was a loud and outgoing child with a stutter. Predictably, this lead to many years of teasing, slowly dampening her free spirit. At the age of seven, she found herself the older sister to a pair of fraternal twins, and took to the role with joy. Due to complications with the twins' birth, they were both rather frail and prone to illnesses, which made life difficult for the family. Morie did all she could to help, taking an interest in medicine and self-teaching herself anything that she thought might be helpful in caring for the twins.
As she aged into her early teen years, she worked on her stuttering and kept mostly to herself and her family, with few friends but happy with her life, loneliness kept at bay by her siblings. She did well in school and in her sports of choice, having an average enough life until her trigger events.

As with most, she doesn't like to think about it. Morie was 14, at a bank with her mother to open an account for her. Her father was outside in the car with her younger brother and sister, waiting for them so they could go to dinner after.
A villain duo evidently wanted some money, because they hit the bank. A steel-clad, misshapen monster and a young woman at its side. The monster tore through the building, killing several people incidentally on its way, the woman following, entirely unfazed by any loss of life.
Morie herself doesn't remember much, due to avoiding the memories. At some point, she found herself pinned beneath stone, her body numb and half a leg missing. What she most remembered was the feeling of sickness that ran through her, like every fever she had ever experienced hitting her in one moment.
She remembered that in particular, because she later found out that was the woman's doing. A power that made people violently sick. A walking plague.
Despite Morie's severe injuries, she healed far faster than normal in the hospital. When it was realized her leg was growing back, it was clear she had awakened to her own power. Her mother didn't have such luck, having died during the incident.
Along with that, the plague-woman's power had affected her siblings, causing them to fall deathly ill. The pair struggled for a few weeks, with Morie desperate to spend as much time as she could with them, though that was extremely limited due to her own recovery.
When Morie received confirmation of their passing, she shut down. For over a month, her accelerated healing halted, and profound loneliness clutched her. Her father spent much time with her, but she could barely acknowledge him, knowing they were both changed, that she was no longer the daughter he knew, and he the father she knew.
After fourty-four days of being catatonic in her hospital bed, Morie closed her eyes. When she opened them, she was laying in her own bed, at home--her empty, lifeless home. The confusion motivated her to move for the first time in so long. In particular, Morie remembers the hope she had that she had just woken from a terrible dream, and that everything was normal. That was the simple and obvious explanation for suddenly waking in her own bed, of course.
The hope was quickly stamped out, mercifully, when she realized her body was still missing part of her leg. She had simply discovered another aspect of her power, having created a copy of herself in her home from the hospital.
At the very least, the event had gotten her out of her stupor. Silver linings to consider as she sobbed into her sheets.

From here, she began to experiment with her powers some more, finding she could move from body to body, and finished the healing process on both. Unsure what to do with herself now, she thought about the duo of villains, and the possible applications of her abilities. She first went about helping the sick and injured as she could with her copies, then engaged in mild amounts of vigilantism. While that was fairly successful, it also made her feel kind of guilty for going under the law, so she looked into reaching out to the PRT for less illegal Cape work.
The desire to help others and futilely attempt to fill the cavern of loneliness within her made it seem like a good idea.

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[POWERS]
Designation: Master/Stranger 2, Striker/Changer (Brute/Mover) 5+

Extra Copies (Master/Stranger 2):
Morie can create lifeless exact replicas of herself. There doesn't seem to be a hard limit to how many she can create, but each one takes about two weeks to complete while Morie goes about her day-to-day life. She can speed up the process by focusing on the task, capable of creating a copy in about 12 hours at her fastest, though this drains her energy quickly and makes her ravenously hungry. A small amount of her power is also required to keep copies from natural bodily decay, meaning too many in storage will also keep her permanently tired.
Morie can instantly transfer her consciousness to any one of these copies to control them, but can only control a single one at any given moment, the body she comes from becoming a lifeless copy. So far, she's made a point to keep track of her original body and always return to it, but in theory she could lose that body and be mostly unaffected due to these being exact copies (at time of creation).
When a copy dies, Morie's consciousness is sent back to the last living body she controlled.

Biological Assimilation (Striker/Changer (Brute/Mover) 5+):
Morie can absorb biological matter she comes into physical contact with and make it wholly part of her own body. This includes wounds and illnesses, taking on the injury and the bacteria/viruses herself, healing her target in exchange.
Similar to her other power, this is a slow-to-use power that shines with prep time. Given a few hours, she can fully absorb another human body (one of her copies), using and storing the matter to heal herself and become twice as strong, fast, and durable. The more matter she assimilates, the more these factors increase, with no known limit yet. Due to needing to make physical contact with the matter, this isn't something she can do passively, unlike her copy creation.

Generally, she stores a few copies of herself that have absorbed around 10 other copies of herself, making those bodies 10x as strong as her baseline human self. One copy she continues to feed, seeing if she can reach a limit to her power, though progress is slow due to both the time needed per copy, and due to the fact that she often uses those copies to cure others of their injuries and ailments. This 'Super Morie' body is currently at fifty-three copy assimilations.

[SKILLS]
- Relatively athletic for her age and size, due to training for the past couple of years.
- Basic hand-to-hand combat knowledge, basic training with weapons.
- Driven. Having Morie by one's side is having a steadfast ally that one can rely on. She might not be a particularly fast learner, but she's a dedicated one.

[OTHER]
- My favourite superpowers tend to be ones relating to gravity

Aaliyah Zaire AKA Gress [+]

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"I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list."

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Alias
Gress

Nicknames
Lia, Allie, Sunflower

Age
17

Gender
Female

Personality

Aaliyah is a bit of a perfectionist, always wanting things to be a certain way and being able to control her own world so to speak. She can be stubborn, headstrong, and extremely determined in some situations and for the times she isn’t, well, it would be hard for most to tell when those times are without being closer to her to see through the mask. The reason being that she just grins through the pain be it physical or emotional and tries to keep up a front. It is mostly because she deeply cares for others around her and would rather they not worry. She is kind, compassionate, and polite to everyone she meets. She will always try to be the first one to think positively or look for a better solution to a problem. Deep down, she is still exploring more of who she is and finding herself. She was never allowed to fully be who she was, always trying to live up to others' idea of how she should act so now she wants to just be her even if that ends up being problematic.

Appearance

Massive amounts of curly chocolate colored hair falls just to the base of her shoulders when it isn’t puffing itself into a natural afro, brushing up against the caramel skin of her cheeks and framing her jawline. The gentle features of her face show a pair of doe-like eyes that are almost obsidian in color with how dark brown they are, a petite nose, and full rosy lips that usually are curved into a smile or small smirk. She stands about 5’7, tall enough as they say but not anything impressive by any means but all her height mostly comes from her long legs. She has soft hourglass curves and is quite ample in certain areas though she doesn't really notice herself. Her limbs, although more lean than athletic bulk in way of looks, are actually quite strong from years of gymnastics and training to protect herself.

Aaliyah has a pretty laid back and casual style, fine with just jeans/leggings and whatever shirt she grabbed that morning. She doesn't mind showing a bit of skin, confident with her looks but it is usually reserved for tank tops, off the shoulder shirts, or shorts since skirts/dresses are too free flowing. She has no trouble adjusting dress code to fit a current occasion if something else is needed, but otherwise comfy all the way since that is her jive. The only loose or baggy items she wears are usually hoodies/jackets.

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Cape Appearance [+]

When requesting a design, she really pushed the Fashionista to the limit with the offer in creating an outfit. She even waited weeks longer than most in hoping to see the completion and it paid off in her opinion. It took a bit of more tinker flare to do so but she is forever grateful to be able to free up more possibility with her powers due to the design. Her boots and gloves are made special to withstand impact from greater than average falls without damage to her body. Everything has their limits of course but this gives her a greater chance if unsafe maneuvers are needed. In addition, a mask was made to support her in different environments such as water but is weak to gas attack since some things are easier to filter than others, just like any normal gas mask.

Biography

Aaliyah doesn’t remember much from the younger years of her childhood. According to her adoptive parents, the accident that resulted in her becoming orphaned also is the reason for her memory gap but it could also be blamed on how young she was. She tries not to speak of it and will generally avoid questioning into her past as she doesn’t wish to upset her parents on such a sensitive subject. Other than that unfortunate experience, she has had a relatively normal childhood. She grew up in a nice neighborhood, white picket fences with friendly neighbors and her parents were always there to support her in being her best self. They made sure that she worked hard to be the perfect student, that she was always polite or well mannered, and were active in her daily activities and new interests as to curb any bad habits. Did they tend to be overprotective and a kind of pair helicopter parents? Sure. Were they embarrassing as well as frustrating? Yeah, but they just wanted her to be the best. It wasn’t their fault that they went overboard sometimes and were domineering. It just meant she needed to work harder so they wouldn’t have to worry as much.

They could be a bit strict or overbearing by some peoples standards, a fact she had learned once she finally went to public school during her first year of highschool instead of being homeschooled. A lot of the teens were allowed privileges that she was not but her parents always had reasonable explanations for wanting her to avoid certain things or rejecting her wishes. She was far too busy with studying and doing extracurricular activities to do those kinds of silly things anyway or at least that is what she told herself. It wasn’t like they didn’t reward her for a job well done and they always tried to shower her with affection. It just was sometimes she wanted to make the wrong choice and learn things for herself. She just wanted a sliver of freedom. Instead, she grinned and bore it, that’s how you get through difficult times or challenges after all.

It wasn’t until the trigger that everything seemed to turn on its head, a real change of pace. For the first time, she felt real freedom and rushed to grasp it. She didn’t waste a moment to pack up her things and hit the road, wanting to find her own place in the world. It was a struggle at first since she didn’t have much in the way of money and certainly didn’t have a place to stay but she wasn’t going back. The streets became her new home for a while, a few good people taking pity on her now and then. It was rough but nothing she wouldn’t have chosen to do again if she had the chance for a do-over. It was a month or so into homelessness that she heard of the Ward Initiative. Aaliyah instantly made her way there, being one of the first willing volunteers. She was not only desperate but she truly wanted to do something good and help those in need. She wanted to be a part of something greater than herself.

Powers/Skills

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Main Class Sub-Class
MOVER BLASTER
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Aaliyah can create two interconnecting portals of various sizes to any desired location for the transport of people/objects. However, the more people or objects the portal takes in means more energy to keep the portal open and stable as they do so. The same goes for how big the portal is and the distance involved. One person is easy to maintain, distance hardly a factor though it is easier if she has been there before or seen at least a detailed picture of the location. The more people/objects you add, the less distance it is safe to travel without failure.

Think of it like an elevator, there is a max…keep filling it up past the point then the elevator breaks down, only this one doesn’t come with a repair service and stopping isn’t an option. It means very bad things can happen during a collapse. It could be as simple as being dropped somewhere between the destinations, it could mean being flung somewhere and hoping to land nicely or are not too high up, or could mean leaving parts behind which is the only nice way of putting it. Point is, neither she nor those joining want to have this happen.

Objects are of less importance during a collapse but it still isn’t helpful to have lost objects scattered about or falling from random places. She usually only uses objects as projectiles which means a lot of speed and gravity goes into it so it could be worrisome if a portal doesn’t hold.

An active portal is an active portal, meaning she doesn’t have a choice on what or who wants to go in. If it’s open then anyone or anything is free to transverse from one side to the other. This can be good or bad depending. It is why she has to keep full concentration on what she is doing and adjust accordingly to the surprise.

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•Acrobatic
She has done gymnastics from a very young age and kept with it throughout the years, only recently pausing for a bit because of her home situation. She knows how to push her body to the limits without injuring herself and has built endurance and stamina. The years of training have also made her flexible, strong, and developed faster reflexes.

•Martial Arts
She is mostly self taught, this very much frowned upon by her parents so she kept it up in secret. She did take a few official training classes here and there so she definitely isn’t totally defenseless. She is no where near a master level and needs much more training to gain her full potential. She is fantastic at dodging and tries to use her opponent strength against them.

•Drawing/Art
She is extremely good at art in general and could have easily taken up a career in this field if she wanted. She loves to draw and design, mostly landscapes but every now and then she will just doodle what is around her. It helps keep her calm and clear her mind.

•Acting
If she was lying/acting than one would never know it. She can spout a lie or spin a tale without so much as a raise in heart rate. She is quick on her feet and slips into roles like wearing a new pair of shoes.

Other
• Is claustrophobic and not very fond of the dark
• She is excellent at lock-picking but doesn’t really need the skill anymore

Shapeshifting is kinda cool? It’s hard to pick lol

Just gonna put this here >.>

I'd also be interested in joining, if there's still room.

And I know that technically the Wards team has already been chosen, but I might have an idea or two around it.

Speaking of which, what's your stance on a PC that's older and more experienced?

Or for a recently captured delinquent given an option to turn life around.

• Schrodinger: 18
• Overclock: 17
• Workshop: 17
• Scraprig: 17
• Gress: 17
• Memento: 16
• Grey Man: 15
• Hope: 14
• V: 13

Presidio

"Alright! Let’s...um, make the world a better place, one piece at a time! Yeah...."

Hider [+]

_{[ ♦ ] Bio}

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♦ Name: Kari, Avalielle. Simmons.
♦ Age: 22.
♦ Loyalty: Guardians.
♦ Appearance: Kari is short, measuring only 5’3 and is at a healthy weight due to her routine and fortunate genetics. Her neck-length hair is styled in a relaxed way, with short bangs that frame her face and highlight her gentle features and hazel eyes. Her style varies depending on mood, but frequently has her hiding within her clothes as if self-conscious of her figure. As such much of her wardrobe is modest, rather than showy, with her favored color choices being soft, gentler shades accented by brighter complements that make everything pop! Though infrequently in display in her civilian identity, Kari’s figure is hourglass in shape with curves in all the right places--something which brings her far more attention than she would normally prefer.

On the other hand, when in costume, Kari attempts to combat her typically quiet diminutive nature by putting herself on display more prominently. To further differentiate herself Kari wears contacts in costume, whereas normally she would wear glasses. While she does not wear much in the way of a proper mask in costume, she does tend to alter her make-up, particularly around the eyes, choosing rather striking blue for eye shadow and liner to shift the color of her hazel eyes. Beyond this, she uses many incredibly thin layers of “locked” forcefields to create a mask of sorts, ringing around her eyes with angular, winged shapes that branch outwards in addition to skintight forcefields that hug her jawline and outline her lower lip.

A tiara-like set of forcefields define her hairline, holding her bangs back in addition to a hair tie. The aforementioned “tiara” is reminiscent of the crenellations on the top of a castle’s walls or towers, with the imagery being an intentional reference to her cape name and insignia. Beyond its ornamental purpose, this tiara actually contains a set of incredibly thin interlocked forcefields and a set of mechanisms, the former being compressed onto eachother to fit in the small amount of space. At will, she is capable of activating the mechanism effectively lowering a curved shield over her whole face. Furthermore, all of the forcefields that help make-up her mask are connected by thin threads of her power or other mechanisms all of which are “locked”. As a direct result of this, her mask is roughly the durability of steel.

Beneath the forcefields around her eyes, against her brows, and against the bridge of her nose there lies a relatively simple light blue mask, which is tied around her head tightly with several strong cords wrapped in dainty ribbons that she works into her hair--she often reinforces this with more forcefields. It is worth noting that in costume, Kari’s hazel eyes appear as a startling blue, whereas most times out of costume her eyes appear a rich brown or light mottled green.

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Casual [+]

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Costume [+]

In the colder seasons, Presidio modifies her costume's typical design. This modified version includes a black turtleneck with sweeping arcs of light blue in place of the revealing top beneath her vest, as well as warm black pants that go into her boots rather than shorts.

♦ History:

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James Clairville and Sarah Collins, a performer and an artist fell in love and married. A year or so later the two had Kari who they lovingly nurtured. James, an actor, and Sarah did their utmost to support eachother and their daughter, doing double duty as they worked and raised her. Truly things were sometimes a blur in their household, but more importantly it was always warm and fun. Of course things became even more interesting as Kari matured, for as she participated in school her parents found that she was truly gifted. So, naturally, they edged for her to carry on in their footsteps, encouraging the arts--writing, acting, painting, singing, it hardly mattered, “just pick one,” they’d say. Seeking approval, Kari did so, taking part in little plays and helping design costumes. This trend carried on from her early schooling into middle school until finally her burgeoning personality could not simply conform anymore.

From then on Kari let what she’d long hidden beneath the surface out into the world, a curiosity not for the arts, but instead for what her parents would think their polar opposite. For, unlike her parents, Kari’s passion was the world, math, science, history and as she got older she only leaned into her passions more. In school she excelled, skipping a year in middle school and going into high school earlier than most. She was a nerd, but she found some acceptance among peers, as, while her parents supported her, they could not ever really understand her passions. Kari’s were just too different from their own. Of course, high school ended too soon as she breezed through courses and wowed both her parents and teachers in a frenzy wrought of diligence and ambition. She wanted to be a scientist, to enter the field of tech and much fell away as a result. Hobbies that she’d kept up with since childhood drifted away, only resurging as she required the skills honed through them.

Accepting her passion, even though he did not understand it, her father hired tutors and began the process of enrolling his daughter in college. All the while, Kari and her mother grew apart, a rift opened by what Sarah had taken as a betrayal. Once enrolled she worked hard, majoring in computer technology, intending to go into the field, designing new hardware for the world over. It was hard, but she loved it. However, just before she could graduate--though she’d been damned close--life happened, her world collapsing around her. Her mother died in a freak accident and the loss devastated her.

Wracked by guilt and sorrow Kari and her father just tried to keep their heads up. Despite their loss they were fortunate in other ways, finding themselves in Boston. They settled in and her father was forced to take up menial labor--he just wasn't in a state to support the career he’d led before. She hated seeing him so, and she hated more the terrible loss that tore at her heart. So, naturally, she distracted herself, steeling her resolve and moving forwards. She picked up where she’d left off, teaching herself more skills and applying to jobs with a dedicated determination to ease her father’s burden and to make a difference.

After months of work she landed herself a job and immediately launched into development and customer service--using whatever spare money and resources she could to build and design something new...something that would benefit everyone. Soon her efforts earned her a proper place at her job, allowing her to leverage their resources with her skill to really begin the development of her project. Things were going well for awhile, the pay was good and she was happy, but soon misfortune reared its head. Checking her work one week she came upon an error in her work. Thinking it largely inconsequential she set about fixing the problem, replacing parts and altering code. However, the more she did the worse things got. She’d come back to it only to find things in a worse state than they’d been before. Worse still, a meeting was coming up where she was supposed to be showcasing her new product. The stress only worsened the issue and eventually things spiralled out of control, totally ruining month upon month of work. Feeling totally out of her depth and utterly overwhelmed--and baffled--by her situation she triggered, the fear of losing such a huge part of her life, and jeopardizing everything, breaking her down.

Having lost months of work and seemingly wasted resources, upper management demoted her to a junior position, shelving her project for a later date. Fortunately, they were much more understanding that she’d expected. In the interest of her mental health, they gave her a month’s paid leave and left things at that. Still reeling and feeling cast aside she spent many of those days aimless and lost. The only things that saved her were the preoccupation of experimenting with her newfound powers, research on the subject, and more importantly...escape by way of art. While not many of her mother’s pieces had survived the flooding of her childhood home some years back, they’d managed to reacquire a few. Kari surrounder herself with them and decided to give her mother’s passion a second chance.

Taking up the brush and pencil, she spread her emotions over the canvas and found that perhaps she’d never really had a particular dislike for the arts. Maybe she’d just been rebellious. Maybe that’s what had led her on this path? She wasn’t sure and it was impossible to go back and find out so instead she looked forwards. She still had a job to lead, soon, but now she had powers. She was a parahuman. Couldn’t she do so much more to affect the lives of everyone for the better?

Eventually deciding she could, Kari began designing a costume and after a time, returned to her work as well. While she has yet to rise to her former position, she still makes enough to get by. Though it is not just her former failure that has kept her from rising again, but rather that her ambitions have taken on a new form. With her costume finished and name chosen, Presidio has every intent to make the world a better...safer place and perhaps bring humanity back to its former glory.

Only time will tell whether her work with the Guardians will truly make an impact.

Field Test [+]

_{Two Weeks ago, 3 days after Transferring.}

Arriving on the scene, her forcefield armor already carefully crafted, Presidio took in her surroundings. An intersection, cars abandoned, people far away to keep clear of the danger. Several stores with broken windows, and most notably, a single individual sitting cross-legged in the middle of the street, eyes closed. Narrowing her eyes, Presidio straightened her back and began generating forcefields, 12 for each second. Unsure what sort of person she was going to be dealing with, she started simple, creating a set of 5 shields at the upper end of her size range (3 feet across), which she then swiftly molded and fit together. Smaller shields fit into grooves and slots, locking the components into place before the entire thing folded into a single shield. She counted down in her head.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6--….

Activating her communicator she contacted HQ, “I’m on site. One individual, likely parahuman. Sitting in the street. Civilians have backed off significantly.” At the sound of her voice, the costumed individual glanced up at her, opening his eyes in the process. The eyes had no pupils.

“Only one?” the man said, his voice strangely detached, almost as if it hadn’t come from anywhere in particular.

Presidio frowned slightly, “Are you going to come quietly, or do we need to do this the hard way?” There was a hard edge to her voice, a tone that brokered no argument, yet on the inside she was unsure. It was an act. The man tilted his head, smiled, and then casually gestured. From left field, a blue mailbox suddenly splintered violently into hundreds of shards, which hurtled towards the heroine.

Acting quickly, Presidio swiveled her shield into place at her left, placing her hand against its center and twisting. It unfurled, expanding into a larger disk, the mechanisms she’d established prior taking action. She braced herself, keeping an eye on the villain.

She felt several of her forcefields lock into place. In the next moment, the shards of metal slammed into her shield, sending a shock through her as she absorbed some of the force behind the attack. She swallowed hard.

‘That hits far harder than it has any right to,’ she mused, filing the information away as more shields began to warp and arrange into another construct. With some of her spare shields she began to harry the villain, sending them forwards at max speed to pin him down. The countdown began for them locking into a more stable arrangement.

The man shot to his feet and gestured towards himself. The dispersed shards flew towards him, striking down a vast swath of her shields before they reached him. She grit her teeth. He gestured again, the fragments flying in her direction. His other hand was in a pocket, yet to move.

She spun her shield into place, moving her still building construct behind it and her, ensuring that it wouldn’t get taken out preemptively. Again the force struck, pushing her back slightly before the splinters passed her over. The man gestured sideways. Shields moved to slow the projectiles, even as her eyes widened and she lunged forwards. Still, despite her efforts, she lost a construct, and still suffered several cuts as a few of the splinters bypassed her armor--shattering components--drawing jagged lines across her flesh.

She was vulnerable. This bastard could attack faster than she could shift her shields into position to defend herself. Without her armor she’d probably be out of the fight…. Something needed to change.

Taking action, Presidio ran forwards, attempting to close the distance. She saw him begin a movement, and moved her shield behind her, blocking an attack. As the force of the strike passed she moved the shield again, predicting how he’d move his arm. It worked. However, she knew she wouldn’t have time to defend again. Taking the initiative, she hopped upwards, using the shields of her armor to add distance and height to her action. A shield popped into existence beneath her as she began to arc down. Then several more. She hopped again on contact, getting a good distance from the ground even as the splinters of metal hurtled through the air where she’d just been.

Jumping from shield to shield, she made it harder for him to aim his power at her. He seemed surprised.

Good.

Acting, she arranged a set of forcefields into an array, a net of sorts, hiding them behind the surface of her main Shield. The countdown began. He struck at her again and she winced in pain as more jagged blades struck her, cutting through costume and flesh. She’d have bruises after this, but hopefully only those and some cuts. Hopefully, none of the attacks had lodged in her flesh.

Five seconds passed, she descended, pulling the extra forcefields she’d generated up and around herself--helping the cumbersome locked ones along by pushing against them with the more mobile blue shields. They didn’t quite fit together, but she managed a crude sphere, with the leading shield being the only proper construct in the mix.

The man moved, taking his other hand from a pocket. A phone pole was promptly shredded as he pulled it into the sway of his power, striking at her now from two directions. Many of her shields were taken out--some of the attacks hit her--but she bulled through, hitting him with her Shield, before collapsing it and spinning it on its axis. In the next moment she willed forth the array of shields she’d been prepping. Promptly they splayed out, hitting him full on, and entangling his limbs before locking into place. He fell over on his back, struggling, but unable to move. The shards of metal stopped moving. Presidio landed next to him, breathing hard.

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♦ General: Kari wants to make the world a better, safer place. Specifically, she wants to make a big difference, furthering civilization, and pushing back the chaos that villains bring into daily life. She wants to give more people the opportunity to truly thrive. Similarly, though she’d never admit it, Kari is using her cape activities to branch out, to enrich herself, and as a result, she’s trying to rise to prominence in her own way.

Furthermore, though Kari is typically rather shy and unassuming in personality, she has been slowly changing after her trigger. In part, this is a result of her desire to move forwards, but more prominently it is the influence of her shard pushing her into a more “dominant” role to suit its own ends. By reinforcing what confidence she has, and to a more limited degree, fostering possible arrogance, her shard is doing its subtle work to drive her into further conflict. Where before Kari was just very dedicated, now she is something of a perfectionist. While she’s always been ambitious, her shard has shifted that ambition to a world-scale and is angling for her to become more lofty and domineering, wanting her to attempt at rising above all others. Granted, all of this is very subtle and most of it is not so severe that Kari--or those close to her--would immediately notice. It is worth mentioning that over time some of these traits will be further accentuated, resulting in the further alteration of her personality. Lastly, her shard has driven a sort of psychological wedge between Kari’s actions...and her actions as Presidio, allowing Kari to more easily rationalize anything she does as Presidio.

♦ Derangement: While perhaps not so life altering as some changes, Kari’s shard has indeed changed the make-up of her personality. First and foremost by shifting her closer to “dominant” than shy, reinforcing confidence and, to a limited degree, arrogance in the interest of causing additional conflict. Where before Kari was just very dedicated, now she is something of a perfectionist. While she’s always been ambitious, her shard has shifted that ambition to a world-scale and is angling for her to become more lofty and domineering, wanting her to attempt at rising above all others. Granted, all of this is very subtle and most of it is not so severe that Kari--or those close to her--would immediately notice. It is worth mentioning that over time some of this traits will be further accentuated, resulting in further change. Lastly, her shard has driven a sort of psychological wedge between Kari’s actions...and her actions as Presidio, allowing Kari to more easily rationalize anything she does as Presidio.

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♦ Skills:

Engineer - As both a software and hardware engineer, Kari has significant expertise both in the development of programs and/or websites, as well as in creating components. Since gaining her power she has begun expanding her repertoire, learning about the physics present in more brute force physical engineering to allow her to better utilize her power’s unique functionality.

Artist/Design - More of a hobbyist than anything, Kari has a decent hand for sketching out designs and some skill with choosing color palettes and the like. She took a few classes in the arts, but didn’t finish any of them, so her style--and skills--are unrefined, if functional.

Sewing - Her mother taught her some of this, and it is one of the ways she stayed connected to her after her death, and as a result she has a significant amount of skill with making her own designs and executing them with some reliability. Still, she’s no professional and only has fairly basic tools, such as a sewing machine, to help her in this regard.

Combat Training - Due to her having joined the Guardians, she’s been received combat instruction as well as additional exercise to get her in better shape--though she’s always eaten well and taken care of herself.

Social/Cognitive Skills - Though Kari is fairly self-conscious and awkward out of her costume, she is observant, empathetic, and cares about people deeply. She’s the sort of friend you go to for comfort, to vent, and for good advice. Perhaps her most relevant mental skill is how quick of a study she is, and furthermore, how dedicated she can be, both of which are considerable assets in most situations.

♦ Classification: Shaker|Thinker.
♦ Mechanics: Kari’s power allows her to generate numerous translucent forcefields within 10 feet of herself or 6 inches from another forcefield. She can control these forcefields within a 30-foot radius, as well as alter their shape or interlock them. At most, she can generate 12 forcefields per second, with the rate decreasing depending on several variables, including the number of active forcefields, the state of those forcefields, as well as whether or not her shields are part of constructs. Kari maintains awareness of her forcefields and is capable of controlling them telekinetically with incredible precision, implying an enhanced capacity to process information and multitask. In tangent with this enhanced processing, Kari’s power grants her an intuitive understanding of how components can fit together to form larger functional wholes. The aforementioned thinker power almost solely applies to her forcefields but can be applied to things with similar constructions, thus excluding technology that possesses wires, circuits, and the like.

Her shields have two states, the blue baseline state they manifest in and the silver locked state she can shift them to. Baseline shields are brittle like common glass but can move at 60mph and change shape; Locked shields are equivalent to 1/8th inch of RHA (rolled homogeneous armor) plate* but can move at 10mph. Switching a shield from baseline to locked takes between 5-15 seconds proportional to the size of the shield(s) in question. The size of individual shields is limited between 1.2 inches in diameter (a half dollar) and a 3-foot diameter disk’s surface area. The average shield is 1.5 feet in diameter or equivalent surface area. All shields are about .01 inches thick, or roughly equivalent to several stacked sheets of paper. Her larger forcefields do tend to be slightly more difficult to control, though this might just be a result of air resistance. Her shields are Manton limited and cannot be generated inside of solid matter, though they can be created in empty spaces inside things (such as a hollow inside a gourd).

Despite their apparent frailty, baseline shields can briefly carry Kari’s weight. This reveals a quirk of her power, as her shields are far more effective at pushing, pulling, and interacting either with one another or in tangent to affect the world. This quirk does however render proper flight impossible. If not actively in use, her shields will decay; the same occurs if the shield exits her standard range. If the durability of a shield is exceeded--or the shield decays--it will harmlessly shatter into dust, and then vanish. The decay of her shields within her range is slower than if they leave it. In a similar vein, her power’s range of influence is somewhat variable, capable of expanding if her constructs become large enough to exceed its size so as not to limit her experimentation overmuch.

*Her locked shields are strong enough to resist handgun and shotgun ammunition, though slugs are at the upper end of that range. Rifle rounds will penetrate at least a layer on average.

**Her Thinker power allows her to effectively “store” and “recreate” things she has seen before, including mundane objects--within the constraints of her power--and constructs she’s made in the past.

***Her shields act ablatively, reducing the force/momentum behind things striking them by breaking/absorbing some of it.

****Getting hit by (or running into) a baseline shield is like a paper thin pane of glass that shatters into solid nothingness as soon as it impacts you. It might throw you off a little, or marginally slow you down, but the worse you’ll get is the most minor of bruises.

*****Kari’s power affords her a significantly potent telekinetic grip on her forcefields. This is particularly relevant to her locked shields. Individuals with muscle/strength brute 5 ratings or higher can force individual shields into new positions via brute force. This effect stacks per shield. Smaller shields can be moved more easily, with the lower end requiring only a muscle brute 3 rating or equivalent amount of exerted force.

Brute 5 equivalent: Exert force equivalent to moving 2500 lbs.
Brute 3 equivalent: Exert force equivalent to moving 1700 lbs.

♦ Equipment:

Gauntlets: Though their name implies heavy armor, the reality is that these implements are more like gloves than anything. They are mostly cloth, with thin metal fittings, including pieces that jut out and then hook in as well as slots. She has worked similar metal embroidery into her costume as well. The colors include light blue, silver, and gold with patterning to match the rest of her costume.

Med kit: She carries a small medical kit at the back of her belt in a pouch. Contains gauze, bandages, pain pills, small scissors, and several ointments for pain or infection. Similarly there is hydrogen peroxide, though only a small quantity.

Wireless communicator: Issued from the Guardians. Often defended by a complex array of tightly bound forcefields.

Interview Snippet [+]

Bmp Bmp

The rough bassy sound of a finger tapping a live mic rumbled for a moment as Presidio pulled her finger away, her smile easy and warm.

“Oh good, haha, the last guy who interviewed me didn’t realize his microphone had come unplugged. To answer your question though, ah I’d say it’s less that I have a favorite type of power…and more that I like seeing heroes find unexpected applications for them. Like Unforgiven! On paper, her power doesn’t sound terribly impressive. I mean, its range is only two feet!”

Chuckling lightly, Presidio shook her head briefly, continuing as she stopped. “Then you see her zip around a battlefield like a proper flier, just as impossible to hit as she is to deal with whenever she closes the distance and lands one of her surprisingly effective hits. Even then, she doesn’t tend to do much damage, but it turns out hitting the right spots’ll do you much better than hitting hard sometimes. That’s just my take though. That said…” she trailed off, thinking for a moment before her eyes lit up, “...if I had to pick, I do love a good ole telekinetic, but hey…maybe that’s just my bias talking.”

She's not a Ward, but hey, she could be a mentor, hope y'all like her! :P

Edit: I made some CS edits because I had a few incorrect history details pointed out to me, they should be fixed now.

Crosspoint

"Hey man, no worries. After all, I'm sure you'll make it up to me."

Hider [+]

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♦ Name: Caiden Mckay.
♦ Age: 17.
♦ Loyalty: Wards.
♦ Appearance: Standing at 6 feet exactly, Caiden is roughly 200 or so lbs, possessing a slim build with a small amount of natural muscle definition. He’s got an easy confidence about him that simply must have come from years of not having almost any reason to think less of himself. Beyond that, his blue eyes and white hair–obviously dyed–make him a rather striking figure, or at least he thinks so.

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Casual [+]

Costume [+]

♦ History:

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Born in New Haven, Connecticut, Caiden’s upbringing was filled with the subtle struggles of the not-so-well off. Fortunately though, both his parents were around during Caiden’s upbringing. Still, that didn’t mean that things weren’t rough, and though it was perhaps the least of their problems, Caiden was never happy with how much his dad was gone. Nonetheless, life was fairly routine until he reached the age of 13. Around that time Caiden’s father left, things between his parents having grown increasingly strained over the past couple of years. From there it was a slow road downhill as his mom picked up two jobs to make ends meet and he was forced to grow up fast to help take care of his younger sister, Kaelyn. Between her and school, Caiden had little time to hang out with friends or express himself. He took to using fashion–paying for clothes by doing odd jobs whenever he had free time. By the time he was about to enter high school, he’d amassed a considerable collection of clothes. Though things weren’t perfect and there was a quiet ember of anger in him, things seemed to be taking a turn for the better as Kaelyn was now old enough to largely take care of herself. However, as he entered high school, things would certainly take a turn that no one could have predicted.

Around his Sophmore year of high school, Caiden was in a bad place. Though he was popular at school he found himself more attracted to a particularly bad crowd of kids. Hanging out with some of them he became acquainted with some older students, be they seniors in high school or sophomores in college. As summer rolled around and he’d found himself spending a worrying amount of time with these people, his mother started to notice the changes in his behavior. Sneaking out, coming back smelling like cigarettes and once, weed–not to mention the terrible terrible argument. Confronting him, Caiden’s mom was on her last nerve. The next week it seemed Caiden had turned over a new leaf, however, having gotten a job to occupy his time over the summer. Little did she know that he’d gotten his job through the new ‘friends’ he’d made. Initially, it seemed like a decent way to pass the time, Caiden found, as it let him stay away from his difficult home situation and the constant reminders of his father’s absence. Then the hours got longer and the weight of dealing with shitty customers started to push him down. However, as his situation started to show, his coworkers noticed his weakness and capitalized on it. The true gauntlet began. Every day was a new exercise in torment. He’d be forced to work in the kitchen with the friers and often he’d get bumped or pushed far too close for comfort, often getting little burns here and there. Still, he grinned and bore it even as the pressure mounted. Then his coworkers, the bastards, started calling in or forcing him to take their shifts. He’d get called during time with those few friends who would still tolerate him, the ones who weren’t caught up in the shitty crowd he’d foolishly involved himself with.

Family outings interrupted, plans canceled, it was quickly becoming too much. Yet, while Caiden certainly wanted out, he wanted to get back at them so much more. After all, while the job was hard, the money was nice and it was a welcome distraction. Days passed him by and eventually on one of his particularly long shifts, on his 8th day in a row, one of the bastards took it too far and almost had him end up burning his whole arm. Absolutely furious, Caiden snapped, pushing the big idiot onto the ground with a bit more strength than he’d intended. With the hoodlum on the ground, looking like a stunned deer in the headlights. Cussing out the lot of them and throwing around insults that he’d never thought he was brave enough to say aloud, Caiden eventually–totally fed up with the situation–left. He felt their stares on his back even after he’d left. In the day that followed, one of oh so few days off he had that week–not that he intended to return–he got back-to-back calls from his manager. He didn’t answer. It was only as he checked his email and opened a message from that same boss that he realized how fucked he was.

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In that moment he realized that he’d have to face them again. There was just no avoiding it, he couldn’t risk his mom finding out about the bullshit they’d made him do. Just as angry that he’d been so stupid as he was that they wouldn’t just let him off the hook, Caiden realized that things had well and truly spiraled far out of control. So, not knowing what to do, but understanding that the consequences of going back would be just as bad, he triggered.

Doing what was–fortunately–only a small amount of damage to his room, Caiden adjusted to his new powers surprisingly quickly. After all, he’d gotten used to changes in his situation, and honestly…having powers meant that he suddenly had a solution to his problem. What followed were a series of poorly conceived plans and decisions that would inevitably lead to a rather public case, followed by the PRT contacting his mother. After being given an ultimatum to figure his shit out and become a member of this new “Wards Program” or be grounded effectively forever Caiden relented. The months that followed were hard, but with funding and his mom’s savings they managed to move to Redline, Maine where the new program would be starting. From there, things started getting better as, despite the things he’d done, Caiden had learned some valuable lessons from his experiences and so had grown–if not in all the right ways.

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♦ General: Caiden has a certain magnetism to him, the kind that rather easily lands him in the more ‘popular’ crowds among his peers. He’s good with people and seems to thrive in social situations, at least so long as he isn’t overtly challenged. After all, beneath his generally relaxed attitude and friendly demeanor there is a simmering repressed anger, and a desire to be needed, to belong. This can express itself in subtle barbs that he might pepper into an otherwise innocuous conversation, or perhaps as a more insidious manipulation of public opinion over an extended period. Hell, if you’re lucky, you might even notice a hint of arrogance about him, something he tries to keep under wraps…at least out of costume. Beyond that, Caiden is possessed of a fierce competitive spirit that belies his typically ‘chill’ mannerisms. Though he is intelligent and even internally critical of the world around him, Caiden is the sort that tends not to use his observations unless pushed to–though this is not to say that he can’t be unduly harsh at times. All-in-all, despite his faults, Caiden is a relatively pleasant person to be around…at least if social harmony is maintained.

♦ Derangement: Simply put, Caiden’s shard played off of his repressed anger to encourage a sort of enjoyment for violence in the young man, as well as dialing up his need to feel in control of situations and to a lesser degree, people.

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♦ Skills:

Street Smarts - Having hung out with a rather…questionable crowd when he lived in New Haven, Caiden learned some unexpected pieces of knowledge about surviving on the streets. While the rules are often different in different cities, some things are universal. On top of this, he’s got a bit of street fighting experience when he was forced to rough house with some of the older ruffians. Simply put, he knows how to hold up an effective guard, and he can throw a mean punch. Though he’s managed to stay out of similar crowds since they moved–if only because he’s low-key terrified of ending up in a similar situation as his last encounter–Caiden has gotten to know the city well in the months he’s lived in Redline. As such, he’s got a good understanding of its layout, where the dead ends are, and how best to lose someone therein. Perhaps this will help him uncover the criminal elements in the city in his newfound role as a Ward.

Smooth Talker - Used to having to explain his way out of trouble due to his background, and furthermore possessed of a not insignificant charisma, Caiden is exceptionally good at talking his way out of or into a wide variety of situations. Similarly, he can lie without batting an eye and is rather good at not being caught in the lies he does tell.

Fashion Sense - As this is the primary way through which Caiden has expressed himself throughout his adolescence, Caiden could be considered rather fashionable. Furthermore, having been in a wide array of social situations, he’s got an eye for what sort of impression people want to leave based on what they’re wearing. While this doesn’t make him any sort of master detective, it does mean that people’s clothing tends to tell him a lot more about them than it might someone without his background. Beyond this it gives him another avenue to cultivate an image or particular impression when interacting with different people.

Endurance & Athleticism - Simply put, Caiden has a lot of energy and he’s in pretty decent shape. As such he can last for longer than average during physical activities and he finds most social engagements energizing, rather than tiring. Just don’t expect to outlast him if it’s a matter of human perseverance.

♦ Classification: Blaster|Shaker.
♦ Mechanics: Crosspoint’s power allows him to conjure blade-like projectiles from prismatic energy within a five (5) foot radius of his person. These blades take a fourth of a second to manifest and upon materializing fully, the prismatic energy becomes bound to them. These blades are treated mostly as if they are mundane objects, meaning that they do not demanifest after striking something else. Notably, the young man can hold up to ten (10) of these blades within his manifestation radius with each blade being roughly equivalent to wood in durability. Additionally, Crosspoint is capable of telekinetically maneuvering his blades at roughly twenty (20) mph while they remain within his manifestation radius. While the blades remain under his control in this field, Crosspoint may alter their post-launch attributes, allowing him to adjust their durability, velocity, and launch type with each of these traits drawing from the same ‘pool’ of power. Furthermore, it should be noted that Crosspoint is capable of creating ‘composite projectiles’ by melding two (2) to four (4) of his blades into one, giving the resulting blade a greater allocation of potential that may be divvied between its three properties. These composite blades will always be visually distinct, as the prismatic energy surrounding them becomes more pronounced due to a consistent ‘pulsing’ pattern that is observed to occur. Lastly, testing has revealed that despite composite blades technically reducing the total count of active projectiles, that until used, they will still take up the same amount of his total capacity as if they remained separate (i.e. if Crosspoint has ten (10) blades active, and merges three (3), he will not be able to manifest an additional two (2) blades until he has launched some of those that are already active).

PRT Testing Document Version 8 ‘Property Allotment’ [+]

Crosspoint’s explanation for how the allotment of power to a given trait functions was, essentially, to compare his pool of power to a set number of ‘stat points’ with each property of his blades being an individual stat. The following information was compiled after extensive testing on Crosspoint’s power after the allotment of varying ‘stat spreads’ to different blades.

Durability [+]

This property, as expected, dictates how much punishment a given blade can handle before shattering, be it pressure, tearing, or cutting force.

1st Tier (Brittle) - At this tier, the blades are much like glass in durability and will break relatively easily even from forces a normal human could output.

2nd Tier (Hardwood) - About as durable as particularly dense wood, these blades can be destroyed with significant effort, making them remain somewhat formidable if only due to their density.

3rd Tier (Stone) - Roughly equivalent to concrete or granite in durability, these blades can be cracked or shattered by similar forces as these materials.

4th Tier (Steel) - Roughly as durable as processed steel.

5th Tier (Titanium) - Roughly as durable as processed titanium.

Velocity [+]

This property, simply put, dictates the speed at which Crosspoint’s projectiles will travel prior to being ‘launched’.

1st Tier (Slow) - Moving at an almost glacial pace, blades at this tier will barely even appear to be a threat as they fly forth at a measly 10 or so mph, barely faster than the fastest human olympian.

2nd Tier (Steady) - Crossing distance considerably faster than the first tier, blades at this speed tier will move at 40 mph.

3rd Tier (Pitch) - Equivalent to the fastest human throw, these blades can move at roughly 100 mph.

4th Tier (Split) - Finally far outstripping any human limit, these blades move at a startling 300 mph.

5th Tier (Blind) - Stunningly fast, blades given this tier of velocity can be propelled at a startling 1000 mph, somewhat slower than the speed of your average bullet (1700), though still 300 mph faster than the speed of sound. Notably, blades charged with this tier will glow more brightly than others and will flash once before firing.

Launch Type [+]

The only non-standard property of Crosspoint’s blades, Launch Type dictates how released projectiles will behave.

1st Tier (Directional) - The most basic launch type, the first tier allows the blades to be fired in a single straight line decided prior to launch.

2nd Tier (Angular) - Building on the tier before it, the Angular launch type allows Crosspoint to have his projectiles turn once at a 90-degree angle. The time that they turn, and what direction they turn in are set prior to launch.

3rd Tier (Trajectory) - Breaking the mold, this launch type allows the blades to have complex preprogrammed trajectories, allowing them to curve multiple times. As before, the trajectory is decided prior to launch and cannot be changed afterward.

4th Tier (Tracking) - Further exceeding limits, this launch type allows Crosspoint to choose a target prior to launch and then have his blade(s) track its movement until they strike something.

5th Tier (Liminal) - Obliterating the previously established blueprint, but keeping to the trend, the liminal launch type gives Crosspoint a drastically increased amount of control of his projectiles. While still unable to manually control their movement after launch, the Liminal tier allows him to combine up to two launch types for a single projectile. In this way a blade could be fired with a Directional Launch Type, only to swap to Tracking at a point of Crosspoint’s choosing. Notably, Crosspoint can only swap the movement type once, though he does not have to choose when this switch happens prior to launch.

As a predictive measure used to approximate the properties of any given individual projectile, we have worked with Crosspoint to create a basic ‘stat pool’ which serves as a rough equivalent to the pool of power that he draws from. As such, it must be assumed that any individual–read: Not composite–projectile will have a maximum of eight (8) ‘points’ to divvy between its three aspects. Furthermore, when creating composite projectiles, some power is lost in the melding process, causing each joined projectile to allow an additional two (2) such ‘points’ to the pool.

Expanding upon the above, Crosspoint’s blade-like projectiles have two secondary abilities, both of which are directly tied to the prismatic energy that surrounds them. The first, and simpler of these, is that Crosspoint can detonate this prismatic energy at will, causing it to erupt outwards in a blast of kinetic force easily capable of sending loose material flying some distance, or–conversely–knocking a person or large object two (2) to four (4) feet in a given direction. Notably, these blasts are typically diffuse enough that they cannot cause significant damage to all but the weakest objects or substances. However, should someone be hit point-blank by such an eruption of force, it could cause low-end blunt force trauma in line with what is needed to cause minor bruises.

Significantly more noteworthy than the prior application of Crosspoint’s prismatic energy is the secondary manifestation of such. Rather than releasing the energy outright, Crosspoint’s power allows him to position multiple blades in the environment in the interest of creating arrays, the smallest of which require at least three (3) blades. After being positioned properly, Crosspoint may trigger this secondary manifestation, causing the prismatic energy to blanket the inner bounds denoted by the array. Upon activation, anything, or anyone caught within the bounds of an array is subjected to incredible pressure. This is the result of the prismatic energy exerting kinetic force therein. This effect becomes more pronounced–and dangerous–as additional blades are added to a given array, with a basic three (3) blade array drastically impeding the movement of a normal human or conversely causing surface-level damage to inanimate material (i.e causing cracks in stone or slowly warping metal). Though extensive testing on this effect was conducted, no upper limit of potency could be found and due to the significant risk involved, testing was aborted after [redacted] blades were utilized. However, though no limit to potency could be established, it became clear that the strength of a given array is inversely proportional to the length of time it will remain active. It has been estimated that while a basic three (3) blade arrangement may last almost indefinitely, larger arrangements are increasingly unstable. As such, though the results of the tests were somewhat inconsistent, it has been theorized that for each order of magnitude, an array’s duration is reduced by roughly a half.

♦ Equipment/Belongings:

Costume: Surprising Fashionista and her department with his choices, Caiden made sure that his costume was sufficiently impressive. The costume is much easier to maneuver in, often making it seem like he’s not wearing it, with the way the cloth somehow actively doesn’t get in his way. Further, it’s more akin to leather in durability than regular cloth, despite appearances, and it is startlingly light considering.

Smartphone: For personal use.

Non-canon Snip/Favorite power [+]

The villain lunged at him, building up speed with every inch of the distance she traveled, her power clearly ramping up as black energy arced across her form. Reacting quickly, Crosspoint gestured, manifesting six silver blades at his right which he swiftly calibrated. Each would be as durable as steel, with half tracking his adversary, while the other half would follow set trajectories. He keyed the latter set to move more swiftly than the former and then without any hesitation released them. Snapping, a small grin forming on his lips, Crosspoint manifested four more blades even as the villain was forced to take a zigzagging path to evade the blade he’d sent her way.

Satisfied that he’d bought enough time, Caiden watched as three of his blades rose a few feet into the air, angled off suddenly, and then thrust themselves downwards and into the ground. As he kept track of his adversary’s movements, he noted that his other blades–finally–had all missed, instead striking other targets much as he’d expected she would manage. Noting as she turned on a dime and rushed at him, he gestured again, releasing two of the four projectiles he’d conjured. These weren’t terribly durable, nor were they as fast as he could manage. However, in exchange, he could toggle them between tracking and manual. Thus as the villainess dodged both of them, ducking under their movement, Caiden took direct control. Turning on a dime, the blades spun into motion and then stabbed downwards in an instant. The attack was unbelievably precise, piercing her clothes, without touching her flesh, before digging directly into the ground. At the same time, he hopped backward and sent one of his last two projectiles downwards into the ground.

“Checkmate,” he said with a smug air, and then the secondary effect of his power activated. The woman’s inhuman eyes widened as she surely felt an immense pressure suddenly come into being, pushing inwards on her body from all directions. Unwittingly, she’d walked right into his trap. Fortunately for her, the pressure was nowhere near-fatal, only rendering her immobile as she pressed her forearms and legs against the ground in an attempt not to be flattened to the ground. All around her, prismatic energy swirled and pulsed inwards, seeming to caress her form even as it battered her into submission.

“Man, that cannot be pleasant, but while I’ve got a captive audience, did you even have a plan?” Pausing, his grin unrelenting, his eyes glittering faintly with mischief as he stared through the gaps in his mask. “Like, attacking one of the Wards I can see. You get some street cred, some rep, if you will, but attacking their base of operations? That’s just idiotic. What if the local Guardians show up? What if the PRT soldiers respond first and you aren’t equipped for that? How do you deal with consistent reinforcements fighting on their home turf? Like, honestly woman, rub some brain cells together for once in your villainous life.” Shaking his head as she merely growled and grunted from the intense strain required to keep resisting the pressure of his power.

“Tsk.”

Turning away, Caiden waved as he crossed the street and poked his head into the PRT’s office. “Hey, can we get some restraints out here,” he called out in the interest of prompting the so-called adults into action. That said he took up a post to the right of the door leaning against a wall while he kept watch–a bored expression on his features. However, after a few brief moments, Caiden found himself growing bored and so pushed off of the wall and walked over to the edge of his bounded field. Crouching down he got close to eye level with the villainness he’d captured.

“You know, I’m curious, your own power can’t be your favorite. It’s just too…” he made a gesture with his hand, as if to imply that it wasn’t even worth explaining. The woman merely gritted her teeth and spat. He snapped his fingers in response, “Exactly! Wishy-washy. I mean, you villains have got to look up to someone right? Me, personally, I figured that a hero should only aspire towards the best of the best. That said, Guardian’s sort of my jam. I mean, what’s not to love about hyper-potent forcefields, you know?”

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 [+]

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"This is the last chance I’ll give you to surrender before your life is forfeit."

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_Name:

Sierra M. Danvers

_Alias:

Siren

_Nicknames:

None

_Age:

38

_Gender:

Female - She|Her

_Personality:

Stoic and hard to read, people tend to think Siren is a too intimidating to talk to, and while she is, she's only intimidating the way that someone is when they're stone-cold serious about doing their job properly without room for failure. Siren commands respect wherever she goes with an air of well-backed confidence, she knows exactly what she is capable of, and makes a point of knowing exactly what the people around her are capable of as well.

Siren is a dependable woman, she’s not afraid to offer assistance to heroes who need it, and has been known to steer the occasional innocent parahuman away from going down the path of villainy. Anyone who has had the opportunity to work with her knows that she has her act together, and has had it together for years, which is a lot more than most parahumans can say. She has taken on a great deal of responsibility during her hero career, and isn’t afraid go down swinging for her convictions.

Beneath her tough exterior lies a deep sense of compassion for the world around her. Years of dedicating herself to fighting back villains and even the Heralds mean she has weathered more than her fair share of storms. One can argue that Siren is a bit of an outlier, having witnessed as much as she has over the years without losing the determination in her eye to keep going. Some may find it inspiring, others may think she’s simply hiding more hurt and baggage than they realize.

_Appearance:

Out of costume, it's all comfort. Sweatpants, baggy sweatshirts, and anything that doesn't make her feel too humid. Due to the side effects of her powers, Sierra's hair is always wet. She hasn't been able to successfully dry it in the last two decades. How wet depends on how much she uses her powers. After a head-on fight with villains, it looks like she dunked her head underwater. When she wakes up in the morning, it only feels somewhat damp. Don't ask how she sleeps comfortably. Don't ask about the eye, either. Siren wears a getup that makes someone think she's a pirate instead of, well, a siren. Turquoise colored, hydrophobic longcoat, a pair of knee-high boots, padded elbow gloves, and bulletproof vest designed to look like a regular undershirt for subtlety.

_Biography:

She fell from the top and couldn’t swim.

Everything was blue for as far as she could see, her limbs felt like stone. She was cold. There was no solid ground to stand on anymore, she was far from the shore by now, no doubt. The rumble in her ears was all she could hear, the faint reflection of sunlight from the far off surface was growing further and further.

But she thrashed and clawed through the water. She tried with every fleeting breath to pull herself closer to the light. Her lungs were screaming. She could feel her strength dwindling, and her arms didn’t get any lighter for it.

She sank down.

And down.

Down.

”I don’t want to die.”

Everything went black, and the sky spilled open. A storm emerged from a cloudless sky over the land, screaming winds and rain heavy enough to drown the highest mountains. Thunder shook the ground for miles, trees were torn from their roots as if they were grass, and she walked home across the ocean.

She was the ocean.

When the storm passed, she knew she was different.

Sierra was a Breaker. A Parahuman.

”My name is Siren.”

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24 years have passed since Sierra’s trigger event, and she has spend that time using her powers as an independent hero by the name of Siren, protecting her home from all manners of villains, joining the fight against Heralds, and eventually using her experience to set examples for other up and coming heroes. Siren never hid her identity, to the surprise of many, as she knows she was never perfect, and knew she had to hold herself accountable should she ever make a mistake that out others in harm’s way. As a very successful and competent vigilante, Siren had received countless offers from hero teams, some sponsored by the PRT, others independent. She never took the offers, they were never her scene.

Before coming to Redline, she was a very well-known quantity where she came from. She brought down many villains over the years, and made close friends among the more “professional” heroes. Siren always took pride in her ability to spur changes among capes and guide others down a good path. It was that willingness to set examples that made the PRT approach her in a more official capacity for the Wards Initiative. It was not the first time they spoke, but rather than say they wanted, they conveyed that they needed someone like her for the Guardians in Redline. They needed her affinity for guidance among younger capes, and she obliged.

There was never a reason for Siren to join the PRT officially. She always had plenty of money from working in the Marina where she was thrown from just before her trigger event. She had enough common sense not to do anything stupid with her powers, and she always enjoyed the freedom of independent work. But Siren was accustomed to supporting less experienced capes from her time spent in costume, and she believed in what the PRT did. When they told her about a movement to train parahuman children who may be coming from bad circumstances and equip them with the tools to be the next generation of heroes, she gladly took a place among the Redline Guardians.

_{Powers: Hydrokinesis/Water Physiology [Breaker 7(Shaker 6)]}

Siren has a form she shifts into where her body is altered to be made of water. Her clothes blur and mingle with the surface of her skin and seem to cascade away towards any edge. Her hair goes from being constantly wet to a raging waterfall in the shape of hair, that no one can touch without their hand passing through or being pushed back out. In this form, Sierra absorbs any free water in a solid or gaseous state that her body touches, which is used to slowly heal wounds. She can also walk on water in this state, but the most important advantage to Siren’s Breaker state is that it allows her to access her Shaker power: Hydrokinesis. In this form, she can freely manipulate free water in any state, such as liquid or ice cubes, on a molecular level. This allows Siren to artificially change the state of water and move it like an extension of her body, which it technically is. Her body takes on the physical properties of water, which can allow some forms of physical damage to pass right through her.

Siren is also capable of altering the weather with enough humidity in the air, effectively forcing rain to pour down. This doesn't have much of a practical use unless the rain is particular heavy, and takes time, but it makes Siren ability to flood a street a lot easier if it happens. Siren can't recreate the wind or lighting associated with a thunderstorm, but sometimes, when she is pushed into circumstances like the ones during her trigger event, a full-blown thunderstorm just might occur outside of her control.

_Other:

She lost her eye and half of the skin on her face to a striker with an explosion power that turned organic matter into bombs.

_{Theme Song}

The Real McKenzies - The Tempest

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@The Man Emperor

@Mintz is asleep at the moment but I’m sure he will get back to you with an answer as soon as possible.

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Okay, noted. The join status says Apply but sometimes it's just not updated or smth, just needed to know before I app lel