Name | Remy Doe (Last name assigned, unknown)
Alias | The Rat
Age | 15?
Gender | Male
Appearance | This shifty looking teen has large brown eyes that are like two discs of wood. His fine, greasy brown hair is unkempt and constantly in need of a trim. He's very short and thin build, with long fingers. His skin is pale. He has high cheekbones. His wardrobe looks like it came mostly from Goodwill.
Notoriety | Petty thief & escape artist, some street art (he's no Banksy)
Danger Level/Variant Type | Class 1 Distortionist
Abilities | Space/time displacement.
- Random objects appear in his pockets when their owners bump into him - keys, wallets, smart phones, etc. Sometimes while they're being held.
- Objects of moderate size and mass that he stares at long enough, as long as he has a line of sight to them, can also wind up in his pockets or messenger bag.
- Objects known to him, if lost or taken, return to him.
- If he goes to sleep in a jail cell, he wakes up on his pallet in the basement of an empty townhouse.
- If threatened, he may disappear, reappearing randomly near by.

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[Gear]
Attire | black watch cap, army jacket, green commando sweater, blue hawaiian shirt, jeans, long multicolored scarf, belt with suspenders, black tube socks (wears two on each foot), cheap canvas sneakers, khaki paint-splattered messenger bag. Most of it looks too big for him and could use a wash.
Armament/Equipment |
Swiss Army knife, pen light, brass zippo lighter, a fork whose metal handle is styled like bamboo, a large serving spoon, a green wristwatch with a woven band, khaki paint-splattered messenger bag, toothbrush. Can summon a 9mm Beretta from a police officer who arrested him once. Other items as needed.

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[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Pariah Underground connections.
Personality/Habits | Skittish around people, especially large, muscular clean-shaven men. Very quiet, tends to skulk while keeping a wary eye out for people.
Occupation/Trade | Petty thief, street artist
Skills/Talents | Moderate street tagger. Can speak French, Spanish, Russian, and Italian. Clearly has some education.
Family | Unknown, claims to have woken up in some basement wearing a lot of bandages, with no memory of who he was or how he got there.
Background | Met some kids on the streets and when they asked him his name, he said without thinking about it, "Remy". One of the kids laughed and said, "Like the rat in Ratatouille?" He had no idea of what they were talking about, but "the rat" stuck.

It wasn't long before bodega owners noticed how small things would disappear around him and began chasing him out of their shops. A few arrests for pickpocketing, shoplifting. Spends a lot of time at the library, it's warm and he can wash himself in their restroom.

The empty townhouse he lives in has a reputation in the neighborhood for being haunted by the former owners, John and Mary Remington, who died after their town car was smashed into by a van and shot up by masked gunmen. Their son in the back seat was the only survivor, spent a couple of months in the hospital in a coma, only to vanish one night in what the police and FBI believe was a kidnapping.

The household goods were moved into storage by the extended family within a week of the house being released by the police. Water and electricity remain on, heat pump keeps house in the 40's in winter, 70's in summer.

Name | Shawn Raymond

Alias | Grassbones

Age | Late 20s, allegedly

Gender | Male - He/Him

Appearance | No one has seen the face behind the mask... Not that he actually wears a mask, because he doesn't need to. Grassbones is a skeleton that emits smoke from the surface of his body, and seeps through the clothes he wears. He looks to be on the short side. Despite the fact that Grassbones doesn’t have eyes, you can tell when he’s staring right through you. And despite not having any facial muscles, he somehow manages to articulate emotions as if he still looked like a living person. It’s… unsettling. Due to the fact that no one has ever seen Grassbones wearing skin, some people have theorized that he's just a particularly unlucky Variant who was born without it.

Notoriety | Indistinct

Danger Level / Variant Type | Class 3 / Metamorphic, Brute, and Agile

Abilities | Grassbones transforms into a skeleton using smoke he has inhaled. His lungs are essentially a gas tank that store the fumes of anything that burns, such as a burning building or a cigarette. In this state, his body becomes absurdly durable, to the point that he could fall from the top of a skyscraper and land like a cloud. In his skeletal state, Grassbones also demonstrates a degree of super strength, enough that he could lift a car over his head. A side effect of this is that Grassbones has a natural inclination to bursts of agility capable of propelling him over rooftops. Grassbones uses these combined powers to throw himself directly into the line of fire of a dangerous situation with little regard for his own safety. He is exceptionally skilled at fighting with his hands and feet in a way that allows him to stay in constant motion. A backflip done by Grassbones could quickly turn into a kick to the ribs followed by a punch to the face without stopping the motion. This is how he fights, but a strange quirk of his powers is that Grassbones has no idea how to recreate these moves outside of his skeletal form. Even when he has skin and muscles, he doesn't have the muscle memory to pull it off.

The trick to dealing with Grassbones is fighting him at range and limiting his movement. Grassbones' powers do nothing to let him fight someone from a distance without closing the gap, and if he can't move, then he can't throw a punch. A simple way of exploiting this is to constantly hit him with some sort of blow that shoves him in one direction, such as a telekinetic blast or an explosion. While these wouldn't harm him, they keep him from moving freely, therefore limiting what he could do to fight back.

[Gear]
Attire | Outside of the vigilante life, Shawn is always wearing something baggy, like a hoodie or cargo pants... He's very fashionable.

Armament / Equipment | Grassbones' hero costume looks like something the average individual would wear on a walk down the street. The pockets of his vest contain more than one lighter and more than a few packs of cigarettes. He doesn't need a mask or any kind of weapon because his power transforms him into something that fills the need for both.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]

Affiliation | Independent

Personality/Habits | The free-spirited vigilante always has a cool and level attitude. Grassbones likes to take the path of least resistance, to the point of almost being outright lazy, but just enough that problems are don't stem from a lack of a serious attitude. Anyone who interacts with him knows he can be somewhat flighty, and acts like his head is in the clouds. Grassbones is always a very mellow guy to be around, and it’s easy to mistake Grassbones for just a helpless vigilante who has no idea what he’s doing, and isn’t taking the role seriously, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. What he lacks in decorum, Grassbones makes up for in comfortable, deadly levels of competency.

Grassbones gets along with others easily. Having been a vigilante for as long as he has, he has found himself in a lot of situations where he's been able to talk others down from doing something drastic. Despite having a power that lets him lay an ungodly smackdown on people, he prefers not to hurt people, so he pulls his punches out of sympathy for the ones he has to come to blows against. There has never been a reported incident where Grassbones killed someone or even deliberately threatened their life. When out on the job, he goes out of his way to do nice things for people, even if those things don't necessarily involved busting up a bad guy. Sometimes, he even takes picture with the occasional person who finds him particularly cool.

Occupation/Trade | Vigilante

Skills / Talents

• Close-quarters combat
• Parkour
• Basic first aid
• Good with people

Family | None currently.

Background | Shawn came from a past full of bad choices and severed connections. He grew up in a family that had often struggled to make ends meet, and so he fell in with bad crowds to support them. Bad crowds, of course, means he found work with bad people, doing illicit odd jobs such as a getaway driver, gunman and money launderer. It was bad work that often left Shawn it was bad work that paid well, and that was all he cared about. His family needed all the money they could get, and it was enough that they were able to move into a better part of the city. They weren't exactly well off, but they got by.

One particular job involved a shooting, in which Shawn got his hands dirtier than he cared for. He realized he was in too deep, and tried to make himself scarce. It didn't matter, though. His family found out, and they abandoned him. They had no evidence to confirm that he killed anybody other than the sight of blood on his clothes and the gun he tried to get rid of, so there was nothing they could do to report him to the police. Shawn ran off and never showed his face to his family again. He spent months alone, running amok among the bad guys to try and make something of himself, but no one would take him in. He was a nobody, and had nothing to offer. Months of rage, isolation, and abandonment pushed him to a dark place. He never cared much for smoking, but he needed something to take the edge off one day, and suddenly his flesh was evaporating off of his bones.

Many months later, a vigilante named Grassbones appeared in New Haven, and quickly made a name for himself when he took down and rounded up the same crooks he used to work for. None of them recognized the skeletal face when he dragged them into the N.O.V.A. HQ, declining all requests and pressure for his personal information. A few years have gone by since his first appearance, and he has built up a reputation as a public, above-board vigilante with an aversion to working in what N.O.V.A. considers an official capacity. He has never been known to endanger the lives of anyone he faces, or break any laws, but his staunch insistence on remaining independent has turned more than a few heads, especially when it doesn’t fit with his regular attitude.