« AGE and BIRTHDAY »
25 ─ April 6th

« IDENTITY »
M ─ Demiguy ─ He/They

« STATISTICS »
4’10” ─ 92 lbs ─ AB-

« ALIGNMENT »
Lawful Neutral

« GENERAL »
Lilian, known affectionately as Li, appears significantly younger than his true age. With his youthful features and petite stature, he is often carded when attempting to purchase alcohol or attend R-rated films. His wild, fluffy hair falls in loose waves around his face, an unusual yet striking mix of pink rose and dull brown hues that complement his deep and warm, freckled complexion. Li's most distinctive features are his piercing scarlet eyes, which possess rectangular pupils reminiscent of a goat's. These eyes peer out from beneath constantly furrowed brows, giving Li an almost perpetual frown that lends him an aura of disapproval, though his close friends know this simply to be his resting expression.

Li's long, pointed ears poke out to the sides, tufted with brown fur at the tips and decorated with an assortment of shiny piercings along their length. Sprouting from his hairline are two ivory horns, their smooth surfaces catching the light as they angle sharply backwards. Li is rarely seen without an oversized, cozy sweater, which serves to hide the fluffy pink tail emerging above his backside. His casual style typically consists of soft, loosely fitted tees in pastel hues or sporting obscure graphic designs. With his gentle eyes, babyface, and sweater paws, Li appears the picture of innocence, belying his true feisty spirit and maturity.

Observant ─ Determined ─ Considerate ⤄ Obsessive ─ Oblivious ─ Cynical

Beneath Li's tough, no-nonsense exterior lies a tender heart longing to be understood. Though he may initially come across as overly serious and blunt, a closer look reveals flickers of playfulness and wit. His sarcastic quips are not intended to be cruel, but rather serve as an intellectual challenge to those around him. Li simply has a different style of relating that values stimulating banter over casual small talk. He is intensely driven and goal-oriented, barreling towards his ambitions with a single-minded focus that can seem insensitive at times. However, this is not due to a lack of empathy, but rather Li's extreme passion and conviction. He forges his own path, undeterred by obstacles or naysayers. While this strong sense of self can make him appear stubborn, it also gives Li an admirable resilience. For those patient and perceptive enough to look beyond the thorns, they'll find a warm, affectionate man who deeply craves meaningful connection. Underneath his prickly protection, Li has a tremendous capacity for loyalty, love and laughter.

« ORIENTATION »
Demisexual ─ Demiromantic ─ Polyamorous

« LIKES »
Photography ─ Writing ─ Specialty Soda ─ Exotic Candy

« DISLIKES »
Social Settings ─ Manual Labor ─ Humans ─ Himself

« EDUCATION LEVEL »
Some College

« SKILLS and HOBBIES »
Photography ─ Writing ─ Baking ─ Sewing ─ Charcoal Drawing ─ Sculplting

« ABILITIES »
Parkour ─ Parkour is a discipline that allows Lilian to traverse his environment in unconventional ways, climbing up buildings and other structures with speed and agility. Using his powerful upper body strength and keen sense of balance, he is able to leap between platforms at dizzying heights, grabbing onto ledges and piping to swing himself upwards. He can also drop down from great heights, rolling to disperse the impact. This grants him access to areas that would normally be unreachable on foot. His mastery of parkour enables him to overcome physical obstacles in his path by vaulting over barriers, jumping across rooftops, and finding creative workarounds. With focused determination and courage, Lilian propels his body through the urban landscape, demonstrating human capability and reinventing movement.

Kickboxing ─ Lilian's kickboxing skills make him a formidable opponent in hand-to-hand combat. Having trained in kickboxing since age 15, he has honed his punching and kicking techniques to a razor's edge. His hands and feet are registered as lethal weapons, able to unleash devastating blows. When he throws a punch, his whole body rotates to deliver maximum force. His roundhouse kick can smash ribs and knock out cold. He maintains perfect balance and coordination when fighting, keeping his stance wide and low while smoothly dancing around attacks. His agility allows him to both evade and aggressively counter maneuvers. Combining brute strength with technical prowess, Lilian's kickboxing mastery gives him a decided edge over those unwise enough to challenge him.

Resilience ─ Though never officially tested, Lilian seems to possess superhuman resilience against pain, injury, illness and all manner of physical harm. He has an abnormally high pain tolerance, able to shake off hits and blows that would incapacitate normal men. Throughout his life, cuts and scrapes have healed rapidly with little lasting damage. He never seems to catch common illnesses, displaying a robust immune system. Even severe injuries like fractures and deep lacerations heal cleanly for him. His body rejects toxins and pathogens that would sicken most. He can go days without sleep or proper nutrition while maintaining peak performance. This resilience allows him to endure situations that would break down others. It's as if his body was designed to take punishment and bounce back stronger than ever. His innate toughness makes him a survivor.

Eidetic Memory ─ Lilian's eidetic memory allows him to vividly recall images, sounds, or objects in precise detail after only a brief exposure. For example, if Lilian glanced at a page in a book for just a few seconds, he could then recite the entire page word-for-word, as if the text was right in front of him. Unlike ordinary memory, his eidetic recollection does not fade over time and does not require the use of memory techniques. Anything Lilian sees or hears is indelibly etched into his mind.

Hyper-perception ─ This ability enables Lilian to instantly notice even the smallest details in his surroundings. Combined with his eidetic memory, Lilian's hyper-perception allows him to take a mental "snapshot" of a scene and later recall every minute aspect - from the number and colors of hats people were wearing, to the titles of books on a shelf, to even the subtle changes in someone's facial expression. Moreover, Lilian's hyper-perception gives him profound emotional intelligence and empathy, as he can read people's moods and feelings from the most fleeting microexpressions. In this way, Lilian has an unparalleled understanding of others' emotional states.

« ABILITY LIMITS »
Parkour ─ While Lilian's parkour abilities grant him impressive mobility and access, there are situations where they fall short. As remarkable as his upper body strength is, there are limits to how far he can jump and climb, especially given his short stature. Precise landings after long leaps can be difficult. Slick or unstable surfaces may not provide enough grip for his parkour techniques. Sheer glass walls offer no handholds. Attempting parkour while injured or encumbered reduces his capabilities. Inclement weather like rain or snow also hinders mobility. Additionally, while his skills help him overcome physical obstacles, they don't aid with obstacles like locked doors, security systems, or armed guards. Mastery of parkour alone is not enough to guarantee access everywhere.

Kickboxing ─ Though a fearsome kickboxer, Lilian struggles against armed or armored opponents. Kickboxing is designed for unarmed combat, so weapons like knives, batons or guns give opponents an edge he lacks. Armored foes can withstand his strikes more easily. Multiple combatants can surround and overwhelm him. Furthermore, areas with limited space prevent him from properly maneuvering or employing kicks and acrobatic techniques. If an injury hampers his mobility in any way, his kickboxing skills suffer. While formidable on his feet, Lilian is outmatched on the ground, with minimal grappling skill. Finally, non-human threats like robots, mechanized suits, or animals may not be affected by kickboxing techniques designed for human anatomy.

Resilience ─ Lilian's resilience, while extraordinary, is not limitless. Sufficient trauma can still overwhelm his pain tolerance and injure him. Extreme environments like arctic cold, scorching heat, or radiation can tax even his robust physiology. Diseases tailored to target his genetics could potentially sicken him. Given time, even his wounds do not heal instantly, and serious injuries may still leave lasting damage if not treated properly. His stamina, while superhuman, depletes if pushed to the brink, requiring rest and sustenance to recover. Powerful sedatives or toxins concentrated or delivered in large doses might still incapacitate him. And resilience does not make him immortal - likely even he can be killed by catastrophic damage. So while his toughness is leagues beyond normal men, Lilian's body remains flesh and blood, with finite limits against the harshest threats.

Eidetic Memory ─ His eidetic memory, grants him flawless recollection of anything he has observed, even if just briefly. However, this does not necessarily mean Lilian understands or can make sense of everything he remembers. His memory is like a camera recording events without any interpretation or analysis. Without critical thinking skills to make inferences or draw connections, Lilian's eidetic memory has gaps in comprehension. Furthermore, while he can recite information verbatim, this does not equate to mastery or deep knowledge. Lilian may remember facts, images, and sounds perfectly, but he lacks the contextual framework to apply them meaningfully. His memory is also vulnerable to intentional manipulation and misdirection. A skilled deceiver could feed Lilian false information that he would then recall as fact.

Hyper-perception ─ Lilian's hyper-perception allows him to notice minute details that most people overlook. While this does indeed grant him profound emotional intelligence, as he can discern subtle cues in body language and microexpressions, his hyper-perception does not automatically confer emotional wisdom. Lilian may correctly identify someone's fleeting expressions of anxiety, anger, or distress, yet not understand the underlying reasons or meaning. He risks misinterpreting signals without the empathy and life experience to make accurate assessments. Hyper-perception also carries the danger of sensory overload. Noticing every little visual and auditory detail, no matter how small, could overwhelm Lilian's cognitive processing. Moreover, his profound sensitivity to external cues may distract from internal emotional awareness. Lilian's hyper-perception turns outward, when emotional growth also requires looking inward.

Narcolepsy ─ Lilian's narcolepsy is a significant weakness that causes him to become suddenly and uncontrollably drowsy throughout the day. He is prone to falling asleep at the most inopportune times, often passing out abruptly in the middle of activities. This can lead to potentially dangerous situations, like dozing off while cooking, driving, or even mid-conversation. More embarrassingly, he is known to fall asleep on public transit and even in the arms of someone carrying him. His narcolepsy makes it difficult for him to stay alert and focused for long periods. He must be vigilant about getting proper rest at night to mitigate daytime sleep attacks, though episodes are still unpredictable. Overall, Lilian's narcolepsy makes normal daily functioning a challenge.

Petite ─ Lilian's small, petite size puts him at a major disadvantage physically. His lack of height and weight makes him an easy target to overpower or even carry off against his will. His limited strength also hinders him in hand-to-hand situations, despite his kickboxing skills. Simple tasks requiring reach or heavy lifting are more difficult for Lilian. His small stature can also impede his parkour abilities, making it harder to jump across gaps or reach high ledges. On top of that, poor nutrition has left Lilian underweight and bony, with minimal muscle or fat to give his hits more force. Overall, Lilian's petite size significantly limits his physical abilities in almost every domain, from fighting to movement to lifting strength.

Mental Ill ─ Lilian suffers from several mental health issues stemming from childhood bullying and trauma. Having his childhood hero turn villain right before his eyes was an emotionally devastating experience. This, paired with losing his best friend during that traumatic time, led to lasting psychological damage. Today, Lilian deals with anxiety, depression, and complex PTSD. He experiences distressing flashbacks to that pivotal traumatic moment. Dissociative episodes cause him to mentally detach from his surroundings for periods of time. Overall, the mental and emotional fallout from Lilian's childhood trauma continues to negatively impact his functioning and wellbeing. Though counseling and medication help manage his symptoms, his mental illnesses remain ongoing challenges he must cope with daily.

« FEARS and PHOBIAS »
Darkness ─ Small Spaces ─ Fire ─ Abandonment

« OTHER WEAKNESSES »
He’s allergic to most nuts, pet dander, and aspirin; His family and friends are everything to him and if he can’t fight to protect them, he’ll surrender to spare them; He’s a sucker for free food and will agree to almost anything if it means a good meal; Gentle touches to his ears, tail, and back render him mush, and he may even purr

« RELATIONSHIP STATUS »
It’s...Complicated...? Very much crushing on both a hero and a villain, and has been for a while now.

« POSITIVE FIGURES »
Édouard Aime ─ Father ─ Close
Jingyi “Jinny” Aime ─ Mother ─ Close
Allyn Aime ─ Brother ─ Close; Deceased
Madeline “Deline” Aime ─ Sister ─ Distanced
Jessica “Sika” Aime ─ Sister ─ Distanced
Hal Roberts ─ Direct Supervisor ─ Altercative
Dean Malcolm ─ Head Supervisor ─ Fair
Dr. Cameron Woodword ─ Therapist ─ Altercative

« NEGATIVE FIGURES »
"Trueheart" ─ Childhood Hero ─ Broken
Marcellus Dubois ─ Ex-Best Friend ─ Broken
Travis Hunter ─ Ex-Boyfriend ─ Toxic
Joshua Halbert ─ Competative Co-Worker ─ Noxious
Monica Miller ─ Landlandy ─ Rocky

« ASSOCIATIONS »
Word of the Willow ─ A daily article website featuring news, blogs, and even webcomics ─ Field reporter and Columnist specializing in numan-related public displays, namely battles between supers

Lilian grew up in Montreal, Quebec as the second oldest of four children in a household with French-Canadian and Chinese heritage. He lived a typical childhood, spending much of his time with his neighbor and best friend Marcellus. The two bonded over their shared obsession with the local superhero Trueheart, who protected Montreal from various villains. However, their boyhood dreams were destroyed when Trueheart one day suddenly slid to the darker end of the Grey Scale, plunging the city into chaos and becoming its most fearsome villain. This betrayal sparked a tragic falling out between Lilian and Marcellus, driving a wedge between the once-inseparable friends. Already dealing with the loss of his older brother Allyn years prior to a supervillain attack, the combined betrayal of his childhood hero and best friend left Lilian feeling isolated. After graduating college, with his two younger sisters having moved to Paris to start a fashion empire, Lilian decided to make a fresh start. He relocated to the city of Wilacrik in the United States, found an affordable apartment, and secured a writing job at a local news website thanks to glowing references from his college internship. Now settled into his new life far from Montreal, Lilian keeps his past private, revealing little beyond basic details. Instead, he spends his days rushing into danger to be the first to cover numan battles, driven by his desire for the best story...as...well as his fascination with a certain hero and villain duo.

« AGE and BIRTHDAY »
24 ─ January 20th

« IDENTITY »
F ─ TransMasc ─ He/Him

« STATISTICS »
6’5” ─ 267 lbs ─ Blood type:B and riddled with bug eggs

« ALIGNMENT »
Neutral Good

« GENERAL »
Elijah in his civilian persona is a tall, buff man. He goes to the gym daily and you can tell. His hair is short on the top and shaved on the sides. It is usually a soft, blondish-brown but he is known to dye streaks of green into it. His nose is quite large and has been broken twice throughout his life. His eyebrows are bushy. His ears are pierced in several places. Elijah regularly smokes, so he stinks of cigarettes and, occasionally, alcohol. His voice is gruff and scarred with his smoking addiction.

Elijah wears oversized hoodies and sweatpants to hide as much of his body as possible. They are usually some shade of green, gray, or black. He hides his body in part because he is self conscious, but also because it covers the scars that run up every part of his body. He is littered in circular scars where bugs have drilled into his flesh. His chest is a mangled, lumpy mess of scar tissue from the same event.

« METASONA »
Elijah’s Herosona, King Stag, grows several inches taller and gains a considerable amount of weight. His body gets covered in a thick, iridescent carapace. A large, similarly colored shell forms on his back. Powerful but not so dexterous, orangish-gold beetle wings grow underneath the shell. The carapace grows over his head and creates a sort of helmet. His eyes turn black, developing a bug-like look to them. On his pseudo-helmet is a large, sharp horn. When in this form, all bugs (especially beetles) are attracted to him. Thus, it is not uncommon for bugs to be crawling around on his carapace.

Loyal ─ Honorable ─ Snuggler ⤄ Loud ─ Secretly Anxious ─ Toxically Masculine – Touch Starved

Elijah has a hard exterior. Sometimes literally. He falls into (often toxic) hypermasculine tropes in a desperate attempt to feel like he’s doing his sexuality “correctly”. That does mean, however, that he is a secret softy with a love for fantasy and cutesy movie dates. He is touch starved, which he often expresses through physical violence (think wrestling with his firefighter buddies or enjoying physical combat more than he probably should because it means he’s feeling the touch of another person). His humor is sarcastic and dry, owing to a sort a spitefulness towards life. His desire for justice could be considered very selfish, given he does it out of a desire to be worth something. This does mean that he fears failure, because it proves to him that he is undeserving of kindness.

« ORIENTATION »
Bisexual ─ Biromantic ─ Polyamorous

« LIKES »
Beetles ─ Fantasy Stories ─ Big, soft blankets — Rainy Days — Warm, cozy fires

« DISLIKES »
Police ─ Synthetic Clothing ─ Repetitive Noises — Water (Intense fear of/Can’t swim)

« THEME SONGS »
“Outrunning Karma” ─ Alec Benjamin

« EDUCATION LEVEL »
Got to junior year of highschool, then dropped out.

« SKILLS and HOBBIES »
Bug Pinning ─ Hiking ─ Weight Lifting – Knitting

« ABILITIES »
Infestation Form ─ Elijah is capable of using the energy given to him by the Infestation to take on insect aspects. He gains a shell and carapace along his body. These are both incredibly durable and resistant to most forms of physical damage. The form boosts his strength three-fold. Finally, he is capable of producing pheromones which allow him to communicate with insects in the area.
Radiation Immunity ─ Like the mighty roach, Elijah is immune to radiation. This is because his cells are resistant to it, similar to how many beetles handle radiation well. The exception is when he is molting, though that is a rare event for him.
Breath Extension ─ Elijah’s breath capacity is dramatically increased, allowing him to (while doing very little movement) hold his breath for hours at a time. This is because his body is capable of storing large amounts of oxygen and, while inactive, avoid spending it.

« ABILITY LIMITS »
Weakness of the Flesh ─ Due to the sheer weight of Beetle form, Elijah’s speed and dexterity are cut considerably. Also, due to how he obtained the form and the strain on his body, if the carapace is broken, his body is incredibly weak. His organs are especially susceptible to puncture due to the large amount of scar tissue.
Radiation Burn ─ While Elijah may resist radiation for extended periods of time, he cannot resist the heat and other external effects radiation may cause. Prolonged exposure softens his carapace and can cause internal effects.
Closed Spiracles ─The way Elijah’s body processes air has been radically changed by the Infestation. It functions very similarly to the spiracles found within bugs, though those spiracles take air from the breathing surface of the lungs. However, to keep that air stored, those spiracles must be closed. Therefore, excessive movement not only expends more air, but also makes it difficult to keep those spiracles closed. As such, Elijah cannot swim without extreme risk of drowning.

« FEARS and PHOBIAS »
Bodies of Water ─ Failure ─ Identity Exposure - Large birds of prey

« OTHER WEAKNESSES »
Easily emotionally manipulated, McCloud, Unfortunate attraction to bright and colorful lights, being made a warm meal (especially soup!), being touched around the neck in any matter, smoking

« RELATIONSHIP STATUS »
Single and trying so fucking hard to mingle. But being so god damn terrible at it.

« POSITIVE FIGURES »
Austin McCloud ─ McCloud was on the team that rescued Elijah from his encounter with the Infestation. He took Elijah in when he did not have a home and got him a job at the firestation.─ Pseudo-Father

« NEGATIVE FIGURES »
Mary and Robert Carvid ─ Elijah has detached himself from his abusive family members. When he was with them, his mother would berate him constantly and actively work to make him behave “Like a proper lady”. His father would physically reprimand him and was the reason he was sent to both conversion therapy and catholic school. ─ Bio-Mother and Father
Ricky Dinerez ─ Ricky is one of the Firefighters at the station who has been there the longest. Elijah, unaware of his toxicity, considers Ricky to be his best friend. Because of it, he brushes off verbal abuse, homophobic behavior, toxic relationship expectations, and even physical bullying. ─ Best Friend from the Station

« ASSOCIATIONS »
DNCC ─ After turning in Lady Radiance, Elijah was able to register with the DNCC as a hero.
Fire Fighter─ Elijah still continues to volunteer at the station. Not only is it good work, but it also means he gets in on training and workouts for free. ─ Volunteer

Elijah was born within the city to high class parents. They named him Ruth and raised him to fill the shoes of a traditional housewife, like his mother. He rarely had a chance to leave his home, save for school or to act as a trophy for his parents. When he did, though, he found himself escaping to the park. He would spend hours just digging in the dirt and watching the bugs.
Maybe it was that he always released the poor little things when they were trapped inside. Maybe it was how desperately Elijah fought to save anthills or beehives. Maybe it was the countless scraps of food he would sneak out to the beetles. Whatever it was, Elijah felt deeply connected to their little world. They were the countless friends he never had.
When Elijah got older, he started trying to explore masculinity. His parents pushed him away from that life as much as possible. He was sent to an all-girls catholic school. They told him he needed to fit in the role of a woman or risk ruining his family’s reputation.
Eventually, the abuse became too much. Elijah ran from home with nothing but a bag of clothes and some food. He found himself facing a cruel city with zero experience with real money and human interaction. Unable to pick up a job or find a place to stay, he found himself struggling to survive. As winter came and he still lacked shelter or food, Elijah found himself going to the park more often. It gave solace as he found himself struggling more and more to survive. When he had scraps too moldy to eat, he would offer them to his insectoid friends. It brought some sort of warmth to his freezing, dying self.
Maybe he should have died that harsh winter night. Maybe he should have frozen in the snow or starved to death there and then. Elijah did not starve, though. Instead, something was awakened in and around him. Bugs rose up from the dirt. Hundreds of worms and beetles, wasps and grubs. They crawled into him. Filled his tummy with nutrition for a cost. He could hear them, hungry. In that moment, he and the bugs shared each other. They kept him alive and full for the price of filling them with whatever flesh he could spare. A big part of this came from anywhere he had fat, which meant that much of his chest was simply eaten away.

It was that moment that Elijah realized he could sense them. Understand their feelings, as far as feelings went for bugs. He became one of the swarm, both infested and the infestee. It took him several years to realize just how true ‘the swarm’ and ‘the infestation’ were as titles. It was not one being that gave him power. It was the collective consciousness of the insects.
The bugs were a source of luck in more than one way. They awakened the power in him to take on aspects of insects and to communicate with them, to a limited extent. This communication is much closer to how an ant queen would communicate with her colony. There was one other bit of luck, though. A passerby in the park saw the state he was in and called for an ambulance. When he woke up in the hospital, he was questioned about what happened. His explanation sparked sympathy and he was given a job as a part time firefighter. The pay was not high, but it covered what he needed to pay rent and eat food. It also gave him the opportunity to learn and test his new powers, though he kept them generally secret for fear that they would scare away the first real friends he had ever had.
Elijah also quickly learned that most men at the station did not know about his biological gender. It allowed him to start an entirely new life in the gender he desired… with the constant underlying fear that he will be found out and his life will be ripped out from under him yet again.

The night Elijah decided to take up crime fighting came when he was on the scene of a brutal fire that had consumed a residential building. There had been a string of arson cases which the police had done little to take care of. In the beginning, the fire department handled the fires before anyone was seriously injured. Unfortunately, they could not always be that lucky.
There was a lot that scarred Elijah throughout his life. Abuse and bugs seemed so far away compared to that night. The firemen, himself included, had been delayed because of a car wreck. As a result, most of the building was already consumed by flames when they arrived. There is nothing quite like the image of McCloud, half melted, carrying a woman in his arms who had no right to be alive. Elijah could still smell the burnt hair. He was among the men who went in and carried out whoever they could manage to save.
The fatalities were high. Too high. McCloud never managed to get back into field work. His legs were made practically unusable. When the police chalked it up to an accident, something within Elijah snapped. Some research revealed that all of the buildings previously affected were owned by the same company. That research plus obsessive checking on the last building owned by said company within the city meant Elijah caught the arsonist red handed. Lady Radiance was a firefly villain with fire powers who wanted revenge on the building owners. Elijah later found out about her connection to the Cult of Ground Zero and found a new purpose in hunting that specific group down. The DNCC was more than happy have him join when he revealed his intentions to them.
The capture of Lady Radiance made the news, as it was shocking to see a new hero ending a string of arson and murder. Luckily for him, the transformation made his face unrecognizable, as a layer of chitin acts as a sort of helmet. The attention and his loathing for the failing police system made Elijah realize there was something good he could do for the world. He would not be a failure any more, relying on others for charity. Elijah could actually save people. It became a very unhealthy obsession. When he played the idyllic hero, not only was he doing real good, but he was finally worthwhile.
The role of hero has taken away much of Elijah’s free time. He gets very little social interaction outside of his workplace, which has left his love life in shambles. Elijah has tried dating a few times, but it rarely goes well because of how often he gets called away for work or being a hero.

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« AGE and BIRTHDAY »
25 ─ Febuary 21st

« IDENTITY »
male ─ masculine ─ he/him, they/them accepted

« STATISTICS »
5’11” ─ 131 lbs ─ B-

« ALIGNMENT »
Lawful Evil with good-aligned motivations

« GENERAL »
Sorrel’s appearance changed significantly since the incident— he stands out about as much as any other Numan would. His skin is the same, soft, oaken color of a fawn— a lighter brown shade, splashed with milky white patches on his face and neck. A crown of feathers frames his forehead and prominent cheekbones, most an iridescent minty teal, one patch of feathers matching the white splotches of his face with a pearly sheen. His dreadlocks, once an even coppered tone, are now green like glass bottles, platinum blond streaks built into them following that same pattern of vitiligo. Even his eyes are mismatched— one, on the milky white skin, is light blue, and the other is a green so bright it could glow. His ears are sharp and pointed up, long enough to be poking through those green dreadlocks usually tied into a loose ponytail. Whenever sorrel smiles, sharp teeth show through his plump lips, and his crooked nose crinkles a little each time he laughs.
While it may be unfair to call Sorrel spindly, he’s definitely sickly and thin, most of his shirts and sweaters bunching around him with extra fabric instead of laying neatly on top. He prefers baggy pants, ones with many pockets, and simple steel-toed work boots for everyday mishaps. Many of his pockets in his pants have bloodied tissues from him coughing on them, but he tries his best to hide them until he can throw them away. He presents as somewhat messy and incredibly sleep-deprived, no matter how much rest he gets.

« METASONA »
The infamous Gamma-Burn. Layers of colorful fabric hide his body from head to toe. That thick, hooded poncho has crossing in bright oranges and blue-green shades, sewn and knit together and finished with a simple creamy fringe at the end. The pants are draped and pleated, baggy and resting over some older, modified steel-toed boots. The darkest part of the whole ensemble is a simple, loose-fitting turtleneck serving as an undershirt, and matching fingerless gloves.
The most prominent part of Gamma-Burn’s appearance, though, and the most haunting part— that gas mask with a radioactive sign spray painted on it, and the repurposed goggles with one glowing, green eye. As destruction and rebirth surround the villain, the green glow of that mismatched eye trails through the rubble, hidden under a thick hood but bright enough to warn everyone of just who is behind it all.

Work in progress!!

Righteous ─ Diligent ─ Selfless — Sharp ⤄ Prickly ─ Bitter ─ Self-loathing — Stubborn

Rage motivates Sorrel. Rage against bigotry, rage against hate, rage against cruelty, rage against society itself. He has a strong sense of what’s right— and that late-stage capitalism, that political horse-race he keeps witnessing, that bribery, that jerk-circle of congress… that’s not right. What’s right is saving the people from this bullshit, from the companies destroying the land they live on to the lawmakers burning books and passing disgusting laws. He’s been quick enough to see these problems as a child— the unfairness, the unreasonable destruction, the… wastefulness of everything. With his quick tongue and quick wit, he’s spoken out and marched a path to a better future. Now, he has to forge that path with blood— that corruption he needs to burn away, it… festers so deeply that it takes root in a common man’s mind, and the only way to fix that is pulling the roots out.
He doesn’t let people close to him— not only is he a walking nuclear reactor, but he’s got too many things to work through. He often snaps, barks, shoos people away— as courteous as he tries to be, he still hisses and growls for others to move out of the way.
Under that exterior, that motivation, that unbending moral compass, Sorrel is… scared. He feels pain every day, suffers every day, coughs up blood and faints— just by doing nothing. He feels his life is as worthless as the ants people squish beneath their feet, that he’s only existing to be a vessel, a means to a better world. Murder, despite him killing for the greater good, is still bad, and all the innocent things that died by his hands— he can’t really handle that, and the weight of all the things he resigned himself to do crushes him further.
This path he took isn’t a good one, but he’s the only one who can take it. He’s the only one who knows how to right the world, in his eyes— the only one who has both the guts and the ability to make real change happen. In the past, he always pushed himself, pushed his wits, pushed his body— all just to be accepted by the people who made him. In the present, he pushes everything further to give others a world he feels like he’ll soon be too sick to experience. It’s… the only way, after all.

« ORIENTATION »
Demisexual ─ homoromantic ─ Polyamorous

« LIKES »
Books ─ plants ─ biology and genetics — singing — cooking big meals for others — bees — natural fabrics — debate — thunderstorms — animals, mostly birds

« DISLIKES »
Police ─ capitalism ─ authority — big business — small-talk — society as it is — literally himself — loud noises — large, open spaces

« THEME SONGS »
Here just have the whole Spotify playlist open.spotify.com/playlist/3gWXa4epS2J…

« EDUCATION LEVEL »
Double-major in political sciences and environmental sciences

« SKILLS and HOBBIES »
sewing ─ cooking ─ gardening — genetic engineering — debate — stealth

« ABILITIES »
Radiation ─ That’s what made Sorrel a super villain— that radiation he absorbed, that core in his body. With it, he can do vast amounts of damage— melt things, vaporize things, heat things, cook things, kill things… but, when he controls it further, he can force plants to grow at an extremely fast pace through mutating them, and he can make entirely new plants as well from mutating genes. In general, this power is extremely versatile, and can be used in many unexpected ways.
Genius Mind ─ Sorrel has an incredible head on his shoulders. He’s good at making quick decisions and he can solve complex problems and other issues with ease. Due to his love and knowledge for plants and genetics, he’s been able to apply his radiation ability in specific ways to modify plants. He’s even trying to find out if he can do the same with animals— but… experiments often fail, and he doesn’t like messing with innocent little things so carelessly.
Flexibility ─ Sorrel’s hypermobile joints mean he’s got some good flexibility. He can fit into tight spaces and he can more easily dodge attacks. Aint that neat?
stealth ─ unless you’ve got a 6th sense or a Geiger counter, it’s hard to find Sorrel until he makes his position known. This means he often gets the first move, and often escapes undetected.

« ABILITY LIMITS »
Radiation ─ While Sorrel’s never been healthy, his radiation ability gave him new things to worry about. He often can’t hold a meal down, faints, coughs up blood, feels dizzy… essentially, he’s constantly experiencing radiation poisoning from himself but without actually poisoning himself. He and his doctor decided to just label it a chronic metacondition.
Intelligencre ─ Sorrel may be extremely smart, but… he never socialized with people properly. He’s socially inept, and while he can debate well, he can’t hold a casual conversation to save his life. His intelligence basically does NOT extend to any form of interaction.
Flexibility (also applies to stealth) ─ Sorrel has hypermobile EDS, a genetic issue causing his joints to be unstable due to his connective tissue not forming correctly. Essentially, his joints pop out very easily, and he’s not able to lift much or do much direct combat. He won’t be able to stand for a fight, or take a direct and solid hit.

« FEARS and PHOBIAS »
Fear of being submerged in water ─ Agoraphobia ─ fear of being close to anyone — fear of being inadequate

« OTHER WEAKNESSES »
He’s sick, essentially. In many ways. Physically, he’s got multiple chronic issues that can flare up and cause him pain. Mentally, he has multiple unmanaged problems… extreme and poorly-processed trauma just the smallest. He’s just… not okay. He’ll definitely hide it in the short interactions he has as Gamma-Burn, but… he suffers, and he tries to do it when no eyes are on him.

« RELATIONSHIP STATUS »
Given the fact Sorrel’s never experienced what it’s like to be loved, and he’s never had a fucking friend!he’s probably not even considered a relationship yet

« POSITIVE FIGURES »
None he can properly name. Maybe his debate leader who helped him organize and brought him with a team to win tournaments, maybe some teachers in highschool who tried to help him… but he can’t name anyone. Just his own will to keep going.

« NEGATIVE FIGURES »
Mason Davis ─ Foster Father ─ Awful, abusive towards Sorrel
Karen Davis ─ Foster Mother ─ Awful, abusive towards Sorrel
Reighfelle Davis ─ Foster Sister ─ no-contact
Keighler Davis ─ Foster Brother ─ no-contact

« ASSOCIATIONS »
Ground Zero ─ The base and settlement ─ he’s the founder of the base named Ground Zero, and is thus on good terms with all the people who moved in there.
Dr. Gerard Schmidt ─ Sorrel’s metadoctor ─ Makes sure he’s not dying or in so much pain he can’t do his work, so that’s epic
Followers ─ his social media followers and generally people who follow his ideological standpoint — self explanatory LMAO

Sorrel didn’t exactly have the standard starting package that most people did. He had no parents, no home, no family to take him in… Well, actually, he had that for the first maybe two years, but it seems things didn’t work out. Sorrel never questions about that, never had any memories of his biological family— why would he? They put him in the situation he had to live through.
Foster care wasn’t really kind to him, passing tribal law to place him in a white-picket-fence family and never looking back. All he knew is he was different— in a lot of ways. That affluent family was white like snow, and he was Afro-indigenous. That family was entirely human, and he was quite obviously at least somewhat angelic, with all those feathers and those ears and those teeth. The Davis family was, well, already a family— a strong Police Chief husband and a stay-at-home trophy wife, two unruly kids, and then the free paycheck that was Sorrel Geiger. Maybe if he was a bit luckier, he’d have landed a family that… cared for him just a little bit more than the extra government money, that taught him about his culture, that taught him how to socialize, that actually cared for him and nurtured him instead of touting him around like a toy and pretending they’re saints for fostering some kid of color.
Actually, the paycheck wasn’t the only thing the Davis family cared about. They also cared about religion, and preached constantly to their two children and to a young Sorrel who didn’t exactly like the way angels kept being idolized. Was… he supposed to be like that? Why treat him like trash when no one’s around if he’s an Angel, while all those stories from the big book always displayed on the low table talk about how cool angels are? Each question, each doubt, each word was beaten out of him by the family meant to protect him, all until he just sat pretty and listened. The older he got, the further he clawed through that Christian school his fake family threw him in, the worse he endured from his “dad,” the more he realized— he was actually entirely alone. He had no family, he was just a source of income and someone to fulfill the Davis’ social status just a bit more. They paraded him around like some exotic pet, each Sunday getting him to recite verses like a fucking parrot, each weekday just ignoring him and leaving him to study and stay quiet.
Highschool came around, and Sorrel got to blossom. The Davis family decided to throw Sorrel to public school instead of wasting more curriculum money on him, and while it was a decision sprouted from greed, Sorrel got to feel what it’s like to be comfortable in his own skin for once. His intelligence made itself clear with every college-level course he aced, and debate and biological sciences became some of his passions. He entirely threw himself to his work— all of his “friends” were made not by socializing but by some mutual class or club with said work. After all, Sorrel learned early-on he was all alone, even when he sat in a giant cafeteria full of other people. Highschool was also around the time Sorrel started to use social media to talk about justice, science, and debate— his page snowballing into an extremely popular activism page dedicated to discussing the wrongs of the world in its current state, including the decay of the earth itself caused by greedy people.
Sorrel inevitably aged out of the foster care system and was thrown away by the Davises who couldn’t make more money or social status off him, but he was lucky enough to gain both a full-ride scholarship to a local university for his gifted mind and a modest living out of his social media that was enough to cover his other expenses. Most people may have spent college partying, living life, actually making friends and experiencing what it’s like to be independent— meanwhile, sorrel just threw himself harder at his work, getting a double-major in for years and being the top three of his whole school.
Of course, he had more than just his classes. He was part of a debate team— and, to top it off, he fully bloomed into an activist calling for the safety of all humankind and the earth everyone lives in. He’s attended, organized, and led many rallies and protests, to the point of… being arrested multiple times, and standing face to face with the “father” who neglected him, the police chief. Even after chief Davis broke Sorrel’s nose, twice, he still pushed further, now brandishing proof of injustice and corruption in society.
The summer after Sorrel freshly graduated, a day that changed the course of his life was set to happen. Sorrel planned a protest to shut down, or at least stall, a nuclear power facility that polluted extremely important water sources and damaging the environment, causing illness to the poor people who lived close and had to work there, and causing permanent damage to the ecosystem that the land relied on to keep stable. This specific power-plant was known to be poorly managed, poorly made, and, for lack of a better word, a… ticking time-bomb without the safety measures this level of facility should have. It was just made by a private company, desperate for a hand in the nuclear power industry. Sorrel may have been just 22 at that time, but his words pointing the flaws of this death facility rang like gospel music and his call for action spurred hundreds of people to come.
That day was when, according to the news, a brilliant young mind was lost and never found again. That day was when, in reality, Gamma-Burn, the Angel of Death, the Wrath of the Earth, was born. Sorrel, as he stood before everything happened, had copper-toned hair and honeyed brown eyes, with soft blue feathers crowning a young and strong tanned face. A particularly cruel guard grabbed that copper-haired young man and… threw him into the reactor’s pool as he came towards the building with the rest of the protesting group. And Sorrel sank down to the still-running reactor.
He should’ve died, and— in a sense, the old Sorrel did die. His curly hair turned a blue-green shade, and patches of white skin formed and bleached parts of his hair, feathers, and even one of his eyebrows. Those yellow-tinted eyes now are a mismatching blue and green. Along with that, his body developed a… core. He absorbed the radiation, became that reactor, and caused an absolute disaster from the panic. As he swam back up after the ordeal, he obviously took his new body with him, and his pure fear! and… everyone got cooked with a wave of radiation, and the room melted down before his eyes.
The entirety of the United States was incredibly lucky this tragedy was contained in only one room, that by some miracle that radiation didn’t spread and explode, and just… retracted itself. That was Sorrel.
A guard, one of the people he was trying to help, pushed him to what was supposed to be death, and because of that… everyone at that facility but him is dead. Sorrel didn’t know cruelty and corruption came so far down, that one underpaid worker can be so desperate to keep a dangerous job that they’d kill and then be killed for it.
Maybe the curse was a gift. Maybe, now, he finally had a way to act instead of speak. Obviously, every action he took… it wasn’t enough. He had to take drastic measures to save the world from that corruption he keeps witnessing, and now he had… a means.
Sorrel adopted the name Gamma-Burn, wiped and deleted his old accounts back when he wasn’t some abomination, and started to speak again just a few days after he was reborn.
As far as the public knows, despite all the evidence of the dead/missing Sorrel Azrael Geiger being Gamma-Burn, no one knows what Sorrel currently looks like, and no one knows the face under Gamma-Burn’s mask. All everyone has is coincidence, theories, and a haunting fable of an abused genius turned supervillain that no one knows how to prove is real.
And now, a traumatized man stands entirely alone, trying to carry the world’s problems on his shoulders and trying to solve them in permanent ways.