[OOC] VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

[Lord Wraith]

It might just be the time for the return of the fabulous Tanya Lamont.

_{Or maybe I'll make a dude for once.}

@Mr Allen J

Which ever you choose, I'll be happy to look it over.

[Lord Wraith]

G M A N N O U N C E M E N T:

P.R.C.U. (The Pacific Royal Collegiate and University) has been added to the Organizations Post. This may be useful to anyone considering a Hyperhuman character.

[Wraithblade6]

@Lord Wraith I like your name. I'm definitely watching this.

[Tyler]

T E M P E S T

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^{F R E D E R I C K B L A C K W E L L ◼ 2 2 F E B R U A R Y , 1 9 9 0 ( 2 6 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Honey, you've got a big storm comin'."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 6ft

◼ WEIGHT | 166lbs

◼ BUILD | Athletic

◼ HAIR COLOR | Blonde

◼ EYE COLOR | Grey-blue

//DESCRIPTION:

Freddie is a good-looking guy. Sure, a healthy diet and a regular fitness routine keeps him in great shape, but his angular features, blonde locks and piercing eyes certainly don't hurt his appeal. He is infallibly well-dressed, and it would be fair to say that he often looks like he has spent a lot of money on his clothes - because he has. Freddie has a certain confidence about him, most present in his elevated posture and his almost-cocky smile; though the appearance of the latter is rare. He is usually seen to appear serious, and has a decidedly cold demeanour that is almost stand-offish.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Whether Tempter sent, or tempest-tossed thee here ashore..."}

Frederick James Michael Blackwell had a privileged upbringing; his name's Frederick James Michael Blackwell, for goodness' sake. Unfortunately, there is little redeeming backstory to his silver-spooned life; there was no challenge, no hard graft or labour. Blackwell's Publishing was founded in the 1800s; Freddie's father James had inherited it from his father, Michael, to whom it was betrothed by his own father, Frederick... Yes, we're talking about that kind of upbringing, where teenage bedrooms were cleaned by maids and family meals were cooked by chefs. He was one of many children, and whilst their parents loved them all unconditionally, the attention they were able to afford them between their busy schedules was scarce. Freddie supposed this emotional distance came in useful as he matured, because it would soon become obvious that he wasn't quite like his brothers.

Frederick's life changed in two dramatic ways around the time he was sixteen years old. The hormones kicked in, and Freddie realised that he was into dudes. This shocked absolutely nobody, except Freddie. But, unfortunately for him, it was soon apparent that being queer was fairly low on his list of immediate concerns. As his Hyperhuman influence over the weather began to manifest, Frederick (and the rest of the Blackwells) soon realised that he was harbouring a power far beyond his control. His father was aware through his Masonic connections that the Alexandria Foundation had some decidedly questionable practices, and Freddie's parents were reluctant to send him to any of the 'special schools' run by the organisation. Fortunately for our privileged Not-So-Straight White Male, mummy and daddy were able to fund his move stateside, where he studied at the Pacific Royal Collegiate & University; a prestigious academy for Hyperhumans, run by H.E.L.P. He spent some years there, learning to control his powers, and generally coming out of his shell. He'd always been a shy theatre kid at heart, but learning to regulate his tempestuous emotions (Hey, he's a Pisces) as part of his power training allowed him to build more stable relationships, too. By the time he graduated, he had blossomed; both emotionally and physically.

As the second-youngest Blackwell and with a father who was very much still alive, Freddie wasn't about to be running the publishing corporation any time soon, and so he decided to stay in America. He built a life for himself there, living for various amounts of time in Seattle, Atlanta and New York City. He basically spent his days doing what any young heir would do; drinking, partying, buying stuff he didn't need, and having a disgusting amount of sex; both with men and women; because hey, he's grown up now, and tits are fun. So whilst he might not be a bigshot CEO, Freddie was decidedly living his best life as a transatlantic, newly-bisexual millionaire who just so happens to be able to control the weather. They say it's always sunny in Philadelphia, but Freddie has never been because it's always sunny wherever he wants it to be.

That was, until he heard about Crescent City. Seeing the news and reading the crazy theories about the relentless storm, Freddie decided it would be an experience to head over and fix their problem. A flick of his wrist and he'd have the storm sent on its merry way, the city indebted and every twink and cougar in town wanting a piece of him. It was the perfect plan for a weekend away.

And so he booked the ticket: a return flight to Crescent City on Delta Air Lines. First Class.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"Here I go, into the eye of the storm..."}

Freddie has been brought up to have no real drive or ambition; nor does he have the need to. With a seemingly endless stream of money, Frederick has little motivation to accomplish anything. He's doing just fine, thank you very much. But when he arrives in Crescent City, Freddie is faced with a situation that is almost entirely foreign to him: things aren't going his way. The storm won't budge, no matter how hard he wills it to. Not to mention, the hard-working city-dwellers are completely uninterested in his vapid existence. Realising that he could be on the cusp of doing something that could actually make a difference, Freddie becomes obsessed with figuring out the mystery of the storm, as he tries to leave his hedonistic ways behind and seek a greater sense of purpose.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"Batten down the hatches, bitches. I ain't holding shit back, oh at all."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ METEOROKINESIS | Freddie is able to influence the weather. He can shift a small town from a sweltering summer's day to an arctic snowstorm and back again before the Weather Channel can say... Whatever it is that's on their autocue. He can summon gale-force winds, blinding fogs and fire bolts of lightning at those who displease him. There is little limit to what he can achieve meteorologically, when he puts his mind to it. If it's a naturally-occurring weather phenomenon, chances are Freddie can whip it up, if you give him enough time.

//SKILLS:

◼ MINDFULNESS | Freddie's powers are connected directly to his emotions, and the biggest challenge in teaching him to control his abilities, was to first teach him to control his feelings. The staff at the PRCU spent countless hours training him in various methods of meditation and ways of practicing mindfulness. This has resulted in Freddie maturing into a very calm, collected person. He is highly aware of his emotions, and able to invoke them at will; forcing himself to be angry, in order to bolster his storms, or recalling his happiest memories to brighten his skies.

◼ ACTING & DECEPTION | Being a theatre kid for much of his school life, especially at the PRCU, Freddie has become quite the prodigious actor. Perhaps owing in part to his control over his emotions, Freddie is very easily able to portray certain moods in a highly convincing fashion; even if he is not necessarily feeling them. Coupled with his intellect and creativity, this skill also makes Freddie a great liar; whilst he usually uses this to exaggerate his way into people's beds, it has the potential to be used in more resourceful ways.

◼ INTELLIGENCE & LOGIC | Whilst his hedonistic, spoilt rich-boy ways might lead haters to discredit him as dense, this would be a poor judgement. Freddie has always demonstrated a high intellect, and was a high-achieving student at any school he attended. His intelligence affords him a logical thought process and a creative imagination that work wonders when problem-solving. Plus, he loves Shakespeare. He's smart, OK?

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ AREA OF EFFECT | Freddie's area of effect is limited to as far as his eye can see. At ground level, this is significantly smaller than if Freddie were to climb a tower or mountain. Naturally, the further he extends his atmospheric influence, the more his energy is drained and in extreme situations he even risks physical harm. On the flip side, his area of effect can be limited by large buildings etc. that could impair his view of the surrounding area.

◼ SUSCEPTIBILITY | Freddie is entirely susceptible to the weather he summons. Intense sun will burn his skin, hurricanes will blow him away and if he invokes a blizzard he is probably going to catch a cold. This means Freddie has to be careful about what kind of weather he produces, and in what context he uses his powers.

◼ EMOTIONAL INFLUENCE | Whilst he may have developed a solid technique for keeping his emotional state balanced, Freddie is human and as susceptible to extreme emotions as anyone else if he is not mindful. Extreme emotions for Freddie, however, mean the manifestation of extreme weather, that can only be controlled if he is able to calm himself. The moods and weather phenomena are connected and feed off each other, so the longer he allows them to run wild, the harder he will find it to regain control of the situation; putting himself and others in danger.

◼ MAGIC / TECH | Frederick is only able to influence weather in its natural state. Thus, any weather effects summoned by magic or created artificially by atmospheric technology is immune to his influence. He assumes this to be the reason he is unable to dispel the storm over Crescent City.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ UNTRAINED FIGHTER | Whilst in recent years, Frederick has spent time at the gym keeping in shape, he has never had any sort of close combat training. He is reasonably strong and could no doubt throw his weight around, but without the proper training in throwing a well-placed punch, or defending himself from incoming attacks, Freddie is at a considerable disadvantage when it comes to fighting hand-to-hand.

◼ VULNERABILITY | Freddie's powers do not grant him much protection. He has plenty of tricks up his sleeve for making his enemies' lives more difficult, by blowing them away with strong winds or hiding from them within thick fogs, but his abilities afford him little in the way of actual defence; especially from others gifted with the Hype gene, magic or advanced weaponry. He has a good enough understanding of his powers to know how best to fend of attackers, but even using his powers can sometimes put him in a dangerous situation. Freddie often relies on his logic to escape a situation instead of staying to fight it out.

◼ LACK OF WORDLINESS | Freddie has little understanding of the 'real world', having lived a decidedly pampered life whereby anything thrown at him can be resolved with a big enough cheque. As he moves to a less 'glitz & glam' neighbourhood and meets people struggling to stay afloat in a flooded town, he will soon find that this attitude does not wash with the locals. And if he is to have any sort of support on his mission to solve the city's problem, he is going to have to open his eyes and really experience life.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD | To be established IC...

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | To be established IC...

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | To be established IC...

[Hillan]

Q U AN T U M

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^{M A R C U S K A L V I N C A S S I D Y ◼ J A N U A R Y 1 S T 1 9 8 8 (29 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N}

^{"I might not go down in history. But I will go down on your sister."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"I tend to attract."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 191 Centimeters

◼ WEIGHT | 74 Kilograms

◼ BUILD | Well built.

◼ HAIR COLOR | Brown

◼ EYE COLOR | Blue

◼ OTHER | Semper Fi is tattood on his left underarm, reaching from his wrist to his elbow, over his chest the crest for The Hyperhuman Intervention Tactical Unit, "H.I.T"

//DESCRIPTION:

First thing you might notice about Marcus is his appearance, naturally handsome with his sharp features and well sculpted body, and once upon a time, you'd sense a scent of some expensive perfume on him if you walked past him, these day you'll be met with the sour scent of whatever drink he had ten off. Marcus has the makings of a strong, proud man, he walks with determination in his steps, showing that the training he went through is still in his very essence, despite him trying to wash it away. Used to wearing combat gear or elegant suits, he now wears rundown leather jackets, four day old T-shirts, ripped Jeans and his five year old boots. Hoodies or coats are not uncommon for him to wear, either. His face is constantly scruffy, as he only ocassionally bothers to shave, one a month or so. There's a certain elegance to the way he moves, even despite his drunken stumblings, all betraying his secret that once upon a time, he was someone you could rely on, but no more.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Nobody that comes from a happy home joins the military."}

Marcus Cassidy, born to Arthur and Camille Cassidy. His mother a aspiring actress, his father a big shot corporate Lawyer. Thanks to Arthur's business contacts and wealth, Marcus grew up very wealthy, having the ability to get everything he ever wanted. His childhood was somewhat normal, growing up, till he was four years old, at least. That was the first time he ever heard Arthur and Camille fighting, they were arguing about his mother's desire to get her acting career off, which Arthur would not permit. Marcus saw his father hit his mother for the first time that night. It escalated, like stairs that move and in the coming years, Arthur's business would do worse and he began drinking more and more. Once he got drinking, he turned violent, abusing Camille, but never Marcus.

But that changed when he was eleven. Marcus heard Arthur grab Camille, and she cried, cried that she was gonna call the police. Marcus ran into the kitchen, and put himself in between his parents, protecting the most important woman in his world from the monster that was his father. Arthur hit him, and threw him into the fridge, breaking four of his ribs and giving him a concussion.

Marcus spent his preteens and teenage years living under the thumb of Arthur, pretending to be a normal, happy family. And at times, they were. He and Arthur had good times, Arthur taught Marcus how to ski, and how to drive, he helped him with his homework and he talked with Marcus when Marcus has his first crush on a classmate. But the good times didn't make up for the bad times. When Marcus was 17, he had a little sister, Daisy. He was scared, and angry that his little sister would grow up with Arthur, living under his thumb, and Marcus couldn't stand for it, so before Daisy's first birthday, he shipped off to join the military. While going through basic training, his abilities manifested, stopping a bullet in the middle of the air. Calls were made, and he was taken out of his training, and instead relocated to Canada, PRCU. Where he would finish his high school education, and go on to live for the next five years.

At 22, he was offered a spot in the H.I.T Program, one he rejected at first, instead wishing to serve his country, finishing his military training. He became a Marine, and for two years he was deployed to hotzones all over the world. Fighting dictators and terrorist forces alike. That is, until his unit was put in the Operation “Dawn Of Orion”. Officially, their mission was to confiscate blueprints for a new bio weapon from a terrorist cell in Sudan. Unofficially, it was a black ops to eliminate a threat the Marines had no business in dealing with. His squad was attacked by three Hyperhumans, Marcus used his abilities to fight two of them off, but was defeated and put in critical condition.

Half a year later, he had recovered from his injuries. He was honorably discharged with a purple heart for his bravery. Having for the first time truly seen what Hyperhumans out of control could do Marcus got in contact with Helpand joined H.I.T. But not before returning to Crescent City, and giving his father a piece of his mind.

He was the model agent of H.I.T for the entirety of his career. It all coming to a heed in 2016, when he was tasked with tracking down a Hyperhuman serial killer, who had already claimed 6 Victims, his M.O was the ice related wounds. He found Mr.Frost, as the deranged lunatic insisted he would be called. The two had a battle, where Marcus killed the Hyperhuman. Discovering 20 teens and children, all of which were missing – and the offspring of Hyperhumans, frozen to death. Having been powerless to stop their deaths, it finally got to him.

He quit his job at HIT and moved back to Crescent City, his mother had divorced his father, and gotten full custody of their child, his little Sister. He began numbing his pain in the comfort of unknown women and cheap booze. And that's about where he's stayed for the past year.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"All I want is some good tunes, a pretty girl and a cold drink. Not asking for the world here."}

Marcus is running from his past. Well, trying to drown it, more accurately. He's full of self hate, loathing and doubt unable to know if he's made the right call in life. He's trying to forget his problems and occupies his time with cheap booze and expensive women.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"What goes up, always comes down. Unless I say so."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ Gravity Manipulation | Marcus is able to gather complete control over Gravity, one of the four fundamental forces of physics. He can add force to gravity, or subtract, allowing him to make you very heavy, or almost weightless. He's able to affect large areas, such as entire buildings. He can create new points of gravity, creating new gravitational pulls, albeit, he cannot remove ones he has not created. This allows him to pin foes, or things to walls by pushing them against it. By making threads of new gravity points, he's able to feign telekinesis, or flight, simply slingshotting himself through the air. But, most efficent is his ability to create null-gravity zones in a area around him, he can all but turn off gravity, giving himself artificial gravity to still move, but putting any opponent in total inertia, making them unable to generate friction.

//SKILLS:

◼ Martial Training | Marcus is trained in Martial Arts, Marksmanship and Vehicular Warfare by both the U.S Military and H.I.T, making him an excellent combatant, trained in a wide variety of martial arts.

◼ Free Running | You don't get to chase down rogue speedsters or super agile freaks without learning how to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible. Being able to control gravity, and therefor being able to control if you fall or not aids greatly in this effort..

◼ Detective Skills | He used to operate as a detective for H.I.T, as port of his workload as a Agent. His skills are on par with the best of Crescent City P.D, plus added knowledge about Hyperhumans.

◼ Drinking | Years of practice, he's become an excellent drinker, able to drink most under the table. With his years of bar diving during his days off, he's developed a kind of 'urban shamantism', able to connect with a bar and the people in it, quickly getting a read on them. This has lead to him becoming somewhat charming, both to further his own interests, and to get with the ladies. That, or the booze's talking.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ Powers | His gravity abilities are powerful, but due to their natural power to mess with physics, Marcus is constantly wired to play them down. To rely on his martial prowess, over his powers. As such, he never truly cuts loose, as if he did, things would go terrible and he'd very easily become the thing he's spent his adult life battling.

◼ Concentration | His powers require great amount of concentration, if he cannot muster that up, his powers will not amount to much. Emotional grief works as a substitute, leading to him keeping his feelings under lock and key, too.

◼ Physical Form | If he cannot see a bullet come – and stop it in the air. His body's just flesh and blood. No super soldier serum, no alien DNA, no healing factor. If you shoot him, he'll die, just like a regular human.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ Post Traumatic Stress Disorder | Marcus has been suffering from PTSD ever since he was a child, the brutal beatings he took at the hands of his father laid the groundwork for the damage the trauma he would face later in life. His current mental health could by some shrinks be considered a psychotic episode, being mentally burnt out'.

◼ Alcoholism | He's an alcoholic, addicted to the sauce. He'll drink himself to death, sooner or later.

◼ Impulsive | Thinking before acting isn't Marcus's strong point anymore, he'll just do things.

◼ Self-Sacrificing | Not to say Marcus is suicidal, he's not. But he'd be okay with getting run over by a car.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼Camille Cassidy | Loving mother, recently divorced from Marcus father, Arthur, 50


◼ Daisy Cassidy | Baby Sister, 12

▼ FRIENDS

◼ Lisa Smith | On Again Off Again Girlfriend, 28.

▼ ENEMIES

◼ Arthur Cassidy | Estranged Father, 52

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ Lonely Hearts Club | Pointe Bordeaux Marcus knows all the ins and outs of the Lonely Hears Club area, every bartender has poured him a drink ever stripper knows his name, and every bouncer has kicked him out.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ H.I.T Suit | A ballistic weaved, specially tailored suit capable of protecting against small caliber gunfire, knives. It's also fire resistant and puts the suits of the Feds to shame.

[FantasyChic]

@Hillan God I could just stare at gifs of him all day long....

Sorry were we doing something?

[Lord Wraith]

@Tyler and @Hillan, I've reviewed both of your sheets and left you my notes. I look forward to your responses.

[Ashevelendar]

@Lord Wraith Hopefully you are still accepting new players. I'll send you a CS as soon as I get home.

PS: Omg. I totally love what you wrote. I mean...that's more than one wall of text there and they are crafted in such a way to keep the reader entertained :)
Great job !

[Nemaisare]

I FOUND YOUUUUUUUU!

[Lord Wraith]

@Lord Wraith Hopefully you are still accepting new players. I'll send you a CS as soon as I get home.

PS: Omg. I totally love what you wrote. I mean...that's more than one wall of text there and they are crafted in such a way to keep the reader entertained :)
Great job !

@Ashevelendar

Definitely still accepting! Don't rush yourself, I will always look at a new CS.

I FOUND YOUUUUUUUU!

@Nemaisare

Miss New Booty?

[Ashevelendar]

@Lord Wraith Also. Before I start writing, got a question. Is the Celestial character spot taken ?

If needed I can make two CSs ( a Celestial and a Hyperhuman ) and you choose from them, if you want that :)

[Nemaisare]

I'm making a ladyface this time. *dances about in flaily, Nem dancing fashion*

[Lord Wraith]

@Lord Wraith Also. Before I start writing, got a question. Is the Celestial character spot taken ?

If needed I can make two CSs ( a Celestial and a Hyperhuman ) and you choose from them, if you want that :)

@Ashevelendar

As of right now, no one has submitted an application for one of the Celestial spots so it's definitely wide open.

I'm making a ladyface this time. *dances about in flaily, Nem dancing fashion*

@Nemaisare

Ooh, get some much needed gender diversity in here.

[Nemaisare]

@Lord Wraith Stupid question, I can't find it and I dunno if I'm looking in the wrong spots or just overthinking, but what's the IC date?

[Lord Wraith]

@[Lord Wraith] Stupid question, I can't find it and I dunno if I'm looking in the wrong spots, but what's the IC date?

@Nemaisare

I don't think I actually specified it haha, but it's 2017. Did you need anything more specific than that?

[Nemaisare]

Nope! Thanks!

[Sisyphus]

T H E M E N D E R

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^{A N N A B E L L E F I T Z G E R A L D ◼ 0 4 / 2 1 / 1 9 9 6 ( 2 1 ) ◼ F E M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N}

^{"Never thought I’d grow up to be a messiah."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Expecting someone taller?"}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5’7”

◼ WEIGHT | 119 lbs.

◼ BUILD | Lean

◼ HAIR COLOR | Bright Red

◼ EYE COLOR | Blue

◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian

◼ SEXUALITY | Heterosexual

//DESCRIPTION:

Annabelle is a pretty, slight girl with red hair and a smile that in times gone by was considered adorable. Her hair falls around her ears in a kind of deliberate messiness, and her skin is pale enough that you don’t need to know her last name to guess that her family’s Irish. These days her blue eyes bear heavy bags from lack of sleep, and she rarely if ever takes the time to put a smudge of makeup on. She’s generally seen wearing some combination of jacket, t-shirt and jeans or sweatpants, though she does have a fondness for sundresses when weather permits, and has been wearing the same ratty pair of converses for almost three weeks now.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Just a small town girl… well, you know the rest."}

Annabelle was born and raised in Lowell, Oregon, a small city that most people couldn’t find on a map. Her mother was usually busy running the local hospital, so for the most part she was raised by her father, and enjoyed a the sleepy childhood of a middle-class kid in rural America. Come High School she was the star of the track team with grades to match, but for all she knew she was just another small-town teenager, like all the rest.

That changed one Saturday morning during her second year of High School, when the family dog managed to escape the house and got himself lost. After an hour or so of searching, she came upon him in the road, bleeding and whimpering, his back legs shattered by a car that had just kept on driving. Annabelle knew that her pet was dying, and did the only thing she could do – she held him close, and she wept.
Imagine her surprise, then, when the animal’s wounds began to knit closed the second her sobbing breath touched them. Within moments, he could walk again like nothing had happened, and she led him home in a daze. She told nobody about her discovery, not her friends or even her parents; anti-Hyperhuman sentiment was on the rise in her area, and so she did her best to hide her abilities even as she experimented with them in secret.

Her life went on as planned, and in 2014 she moved to Grimm University in Crescent City to study sociology and attempt to expand her horizons beyond the narrow confines of her hometown, though it had to be said that life in New Alexandria wasn’t really the thrill-a-minute adventure she’d been hoping for. Nevertheless, she flourished in her college days, and for two years it seemed too good to be true.

But crime was on the rise in the city, and not even the smallest fishing community was spared. One night walking back from the movie theater, Annabelle came upon a man lying in a pool of his own blood – he’d been mugged at knifepoint, and resisted to an admirable but perhaps unwise degree. Immediately Annabelle knelt and breathed him well again, and as the teary-eyed stranger poured out his gratitude, she was struck with a wave of guilt. She had the power to change people’s lives, to save them, to make real change, and her own fear had made her squander it. How many more could she have saved in the years since she found out what she was capable of?

Almost immediately and without a single call to any of her friends or family, Annabelle dropped out of school and disappeared. A few days later she marched into the Crescent City General Hospital and asked for a job, and after a few days of demonstrating her powers to various medical professionals and officials, she was officially hired as a ‘nurse’.

Annabelle remains on staff at the hospital to this day, healing those brought in with serious wounds and occasionally riding with the paramedics to the sight of more serious emergencies. Slowly, she’s taken root in city mythology as ‘The Mender’, the Hyperhuman they keep at the hospital who saved your friend’s cousin’s life that one time, though only a few of her close co-workers and superiors at the hospital know such details as her real name and what exactly she can do.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"You ever hear about something bad happening and know you could have stopped it? I do. All the time."}

Annabelle is driven to use her powers for the benefit of others to the point of obsession. She’s consumed by the notion that all the death and suffering in the world only comes about because she wasn’t there to fix it, a mentality that is slowly turning her into a bit of a twitchy guilt-ridden wreck.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"Take a deep breath."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ MENDING BREATH | The air Annabelle breathes out is infused with a strange temporal energy that recalls objects to their previous shapes – essentially, when she breathes on a damaged object, it rapidly begins repairing itself – flesh knits back together, rust subsides, machines begin to function again. The effect works on organic and inorganic matter alike, speeding up the longer she breathes and dissipating over time when she stops.

//SKILLS:

◼ CARDIO | Annabelle ran track in high school and college and was quite good at it, so she’s able to run fast and for long distances without tiring.

◼ MARKSMANSHIP | Among more dubiously useful lessons as horse-riding, Annabelle’s father was insistent that she know how to use a gun should she be required to defend herself, and made her spend long hours at the local range practicing with a variety of pistols and rifles. She’s no sharpshooter by any means, but she can handle a firearm better than the average untrained civilian.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ RANGE | The energy in Anna’s breath dissipates quickly after it leaves her body, giving her an effective range of roughly seven inches in front of her face, though she can squeeze a few more inches out of that by breathing through a tube or something similar.

◼ IMPERFECT | Anna’s ability to mend is far from perfect. Her powers won’t expel foreign objects from whatever she’s healing, instead causing it to try to heal around them – so it won’t force a bullet or shrapnel out of the body, for example. Her ability to create new matter is also limited, meaning that she couldn’t cause a car to regrow its engine or a person to regrow a limb, though she could re-attach one if she had it available.

◼ THE RAVAGES | In addition, Anna can’t really undo damage inflicted by the passing of time in organic beings, for reasons that aren’t entirely clear to her. Though she can fix long-term wear and tear and oxidization in machinery, the aging of animals is completely beyond her ability to heal.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ SOFT | Annabelle is, physically speaking, just a person, who bleeds and is as vulnerable to injury as anyone else – particularly in areas of her body she can’t easily breathe onto, such as her back. She’s not terribly strong, either, and could be overpowered with fairly little effort.

◼ UNTRAINED | Her respectable shooting skills aside, Annabelle has absolutely no martial training whatsoever. Combined with her poor reflexes and mediocre physical strength, and it’s difficult to imagine her standing up to anyone with any modicum of talent or experience in a fight.

◼ MESSIAH | Annabelle has a savior complex about a mile wide, and it’s taking a real toll on her mental health. She holds herself responsible for pretty much anything that goes wrong in the world and obsesses over her work at the hospital and outside it, often neglecting to take care of herself in favor of seeing more patients or scouring the streets in search of people that need her help.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD | Test

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ Crescent City General Hospital| Annabelle spends almost all her time here, healing patients obsessively and occasionally helping to fix worn-out medical equipment.

◼ New Lilith Apartment| She technically lives alone in a modest apartment in New Lilith, paid for by the hospital, though she spends less and less time there as the days go by.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ Backpack | Annabelle keeps a backpack on her at all times containing her computer, charger, a change of clothes and a few toiletries, in case she’s called to spend the night at the hospital (which happens a lot).

[An Outsider]

Think I've covered everything here. If not just shout at me.

my CS

F U R Y

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^{L I S A M A R I E W A L K E R ◼ 03/02/1997 (20) ◼ F E M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N}

^{"You hit like a girl."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Surprised? I Guess I'm just tougher than I look."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'2"

◼ WEIGHT | 106 pounds

◼ BUILD | Curvaceous yet athletic

◼ HAIR COLOR | Dark brown to auburn

◼ EYE COLOR | Summer blue

◼ OTHER | N/A at the moment

//DESCRIPTION:

Lisa is of slightly under average height for a girl, standing just above five foot. Though neither particularly skinny or bulky, her body is well proportioned, almost curvaceous. Long limbed and graceful, she could have made quite an accomplished dancer. Her skin is pale perfection in that it is unmarked by either scar or ink, though it is quite common to sunburn, even in weak sun. Though not heavy in muscle she is toned, due to a fondness for yoga and calisthenic exercise coupled with regular cardio workouts.

The term 'Girl Next Door' jumps to mind when asked to describe Lisa. Her features are warm and open, her summer-blue eyes concealing nothing but a honest friendliness uncommon in today's cynical world. Her smile, albeit slightly crooked, is her most disarming feature. Many an icy heart has been melted when graced by it. Her dad, Red Walker, will tell it often and loud that she is the most beautiful girl in the world, and in the moments, that she smiles it's easy to take his father's pride for the gospel truth.

Lisa, like most women her age, doesn't restrict herself to one style of outfit. Depending on the time of year, weather, and her own mood, her clothing can vary considerably, though she prefers to keep it relatively conservative when it comes to showing skin. She has a liking for bright, summery colours.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Do you think I should scowl more often? I feel like I don’t scowl enough to be a proper vigilante."}

Lisa was born to Redford 'Red' Walker and Michelle Lynn, on-again/off-again high school sweet hearts. Red was a marine who sent every paycheque home, while Michelle passed her days working as a cashier in a local supermarket. While Lisa wasn't planned both her parents resolved to make the best of their unexpected 'miracle'.

Things took a turn when Lisa was born prematurely. Thankfully both mother and child survived the experience, though Lisa's health was never great after that. She was left with a host of medical complaints including lowered immune systems and decreased motor functions. From then on she was plagued by illness, the family quickly accruing a mountain of hospital bills that there was no feasible way they could pay in their current situation. Red was approached by a shadowy organisation who claimed they could make all his problems go away if he worked for them. He took them up on their offer, leaving the marines to become a freelance mercenary working for the Constantine's Guard. (Red is a hype, but both he and the Guard were unaware of that fact at the time.)

Red's new job seen him perform several despicable acts, all so he could raise the money to help his family. Ironically the deeds he committed and hid from them made him think himself unworthy of his wife and daughter, and he grew more and more distant from them. Michelle eventually found solace from her husband's supposed indifference in the arms of another man, Colton Fitch. Fitch was the shy and reclusive millionaire owner of a family winery located near Mount Nysa. He and Michelle had 'met' in an internet chat site, and developed their relationship from there. Eventually Michelle separated from Red and moved to live with Colton, taking Lisa with her. Lisa was just old enough to understand what was happening, but both parents resolved to raise her right, despite their personal differences.

Lisa's hypegene activated during puberty, and with it's arrival her illnesses disappeared almost overnight. Doctors hired by Colton were stumped to just how this miraculous recovery had occurred, but eventually the family decided to accept it as a blessing. The years following were the best of Lisa’s life so far. She began to live, instead of just sitting on the side-lines, getting to join her friends on whatever adventures the day may be bringing them, rather than being kept safe in the family home. However she always wondered if she wasn’t supposed to be doing something more profound with her second chance, something more meaningful Surely one didn’t just bounce back from her level infirmity so they could spend the rest of their life shopping and late night partying.

Eventually Lisa desired a degree of independence from her family. After months of begging and bartering her parents agreed to allow her to move out and get a place of her own while she attends art school. It was shortly after moving in that, no longer insulated by her step father’s wealth, she began to realize that not everybody had life as easily as she had. Crime, while not rampant, certainly held sway in the city, the criminals bolstered by the apparent fall of the Mavericks. Matters only got worse after the storm of the century hit, making Crescent a worse place to live than ever. Realizing that with her powers she is perfectly suited to taking the fight directly to those who consider themselves untouchable. She decides to follow the example set by IllAdvised and his ilk by punishing the wicked, and more importantly helping the innocent. After all, she knows what it feels like to be helpless.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"I know what it feels like to be helpless. Good people shouldn't have to go through that."}

Lisa spent much of her formative years in and out of hospitals, being told by her parents what she could and couldn't do, always being warned against what might be to dangerous for 'someone like her'. Helplessness isn't fun for anyone, especially not when you're reminded of just how helpless you are on a daily basis by the people you love most. She learnt to live vicariously through fantasy stories and comic books, but they always played a distant second place to the dreams of getting to have her own adventures. The day her Hype gene kicked in, and she shook of the frailty of her youth, was quite literally a new lease of life for Lisa. She has a desire to do all that living that she's been missing out on for so long, and will throw herself into danger with an almost reckless abandon. More than that though, is her belief that no one should have to suffer the same feelings of helplessness that she once did. To that end she has decided to emulate her heroes, The Mavericks, and use her gifts for the good of all through vigilantism.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"Let's bring the pain!"}

//ABILITIES:

◼ PAIN RESPONSIVE-BIOKINESIS/ODYNOKINESIS | Lisa's body has the ability to convert physical pain into theoretically limitless super-strength, speed, durability and regeneration. (I know it sounds like a game breaking concept, but let me try to explain myself!)

Lisa's resting rate, the level of strength she has before suffering any pain, is no more than the average for a girl of her size and weight who regularly engages in physical exercise. After that her powers will increase relative to the trauma she suffers. For example if she accidentally stubs her toe then the gain would only be slight, however if she was to be punched in the face by a champion heavyweight boxer then her gain would be greater. This doesn't mean she does the most painful things to get stronger faster though, as at her resting rate he is no more durable than anyone else. If she was to be hit by a tank shell at resting then she would be blown apart just like anyone else. However, theoretically she could build her powers up to be able to withstand a tank shell.

Her strength, speed and durability is fuelled by the energy her body builds while receiving pain. This means that although she gets more powerful, her time with that power is finite, having only until she has burned through her stored energy before returning to his resting rate. The harder she hits, the faster she moves, the more punches she takes, this all uses precious energy.

A downside to her increase in durability is that eventually things that powered her before will stop hurting, failing to give her any more power. To go back to the previous example, if the boxer was to punch her once then her increase would be great. The second time the boxer punches her then the increase wouldn't be as great, as Lisa’s durability would have increase, negating the boxer's ability to hurt her. If the boxer continued to hit her eventually his strikes would have no effect whatsoever, except to hurt the boxers fist. This means if Lisa wants to build herself to zenith level power then she must constantly find more threatening foes.

Lisa’s resting rate regeneration is actually higher than normal -Surface cuts and the like will heal over in the space of seconds- it has similar setbacks to her durability. Although having the ability to heal is useful to someone who routinely goes out of his way to get hurt it also means that the harder his body is working to offset the pain he's receiving then the less return he's seeing for it.

Lisa’s pain tolerance is astronomically high, likely a secondary effect of his powers. Even at her resting she can take hits that would knock full grown men out and still keep on keeping on. However, she can still be 'overloaded' and knocked out. Too much trauma and her nervous system will shut its self down, a defense measure that even her superhuman body can't resist.

//SKILLS:

◼ THE ARTIST | Lisa has a sharp mind, one especially adept at reflexive thinking, she is able to take small pieces of information and develop a plan with them in incredibly short spaces of time, even when presented with new and unknown circumstances. As an artist Lisa has a vivid imagination, one that lends itself to creating out of the box ideas.

Her open and friendly allows her to work well in a team atmosphere. She's not going to be running off half-cocked on any lone wolf quests anytime soon. Not only that, but she'll be there to encourage her team-mates to rely upon each other as well.

She has a pretty fantastic mind for details, especially the small ones. Small, apparently inconsequential things most people would dismiss, she remembers with ease.
A talented artist.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ SUCH A SWEET KID | Lisa's prime limitation is a complete lack of any previous combat experience. She never even got into a schoolyard tussle. Powers or no, that's a major setback.

Her parents are extremely protective of her. It was an uphill battle for Lisa to get them to let her to move out to The Sound for college, so she can only imagine the fit they would collectively throw if they found out about her extra-curricular activities. A lot of time and effort is put into hiding her double life from everyone in her civilian one.

Lisa is an idealist and an optimist, and she always tries to see the best in people. She doesn't just give second chances, but third, fourth and fifth ones too. While not necessarily a bad thing it does mean she runs the risk of trusting people she shouldn't. Perhaps not the best trait for someone in her situation.

While she is accepting of other's flaws, concerning her own efforts Lisa is a perfectionist, expecting the best from herself and her own work. Lisa is able to push herself to further heights and grow as a person. However, it can lead to her throwing herself head first at problems that she may not be equipped to handle, determined to both push and prove herself.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ GETTING HURT HURTS | The obvious weakness of Lisa's powers is that she has to get hurt for them to work. Despite having an abnormally high pain tolerance Lisa is just like everybody else in that she hates getting hurt. She’d much rather finish a fight with as little damage to herself as possible.

She must be careful not to be overconfident in her strength or durability levels. Taking a bullet to the head when she is at 'resting' rate will kill her as surely as it would anyone else.

A downside to her increase in durability is that eventually things that powered her before will stop hurting, failing to give her any more power. To go back to the previous example, if the boxer was to punch her once then her increase would be great. The second time the boxer punches her then the increase wouldn't be as great, as Lisa’s durability would have increased, negating the boxer's ability to hurt her. If the boxer continued to hit her eventually his strikes would have no effect whatsoever, except to hurt the boxers fist. This means if Lisa wants to build herself to zenith level power then she has to constantly find more threatening foes.

Although having the ability to heal is useful to someone who routinely goes out of her way to get hurt it also means that the harder her body is working to offset the pain she's receiving then the less return she's seeing for it.

Lisa’s power is only activated by physical pain, so spiritual, mental or emotional pain will NOT give her any increase.

Her nervous system can be overloaded much like anyone else’s. Electrical attacks will lock her muscles, intense burns will knock her out, gases and poisons at resting rate will have near full effect. (Her healing factor will help her deal with the toxins more effectively)

▼ N O T E S:

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^{"If daddy finds out what I'm doing, he's going to kill me!"}

//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ Redford 'Red' Walker | Lisa's father. Massive Elvis fan, and more than a touch over-protective. A Hype himself, though one that has made a career of hunting down his own kind for the Constantine's Guard.

▼ FRIENDS

◼ Veronica 'Vronnie' Symonds | The first friend Lisa made at art school. They room together at Conquistador University.

◼ Michelle Fitch | Lisa's mother.

◼ Colton Fitch | Lisa's step-father. Owns a family winery.

▼ ENEMIES

◼ N/A for now |

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ TBD | Test

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ WEAPONS | She carries a stun gun and pepper spray on her, useful for those times that she isn't at higher level strength. Mostly she ignores melee weapons as even things like the hurt caused to her knuckles by punching someone can give her some sort of gain at lower levels of durability, and when she is at higher levels were knuckle strain is no longer an issue the weapons are no longer necessary.

◼ ATTIRE | At the moment she just wears black combat trousers, boots and gloves, along with a dark hoody. Over the hoody she dons a ballistics vest she purchased using money she had 'borrowed' from her step-father. She uses a dark face buff and the hood to conceal her identity. All this is just for the moment though, as she has big ideas of how she would like her alter-ego to eventually look while on patrol, once she manages to assemble the funds necessary.

[Dead Cruiser]

If I wanted to keep an air of mystery to my character, would it be acceptable to leave out certain parts of the CS, and reveal this information to the GMs privately? Certain things such as the origins of his powers, some of his abilities, and a few things about his appearance.

[Dead Cruiser]

Well, here's a tentative effort. Kinda experimental, kinda ambitious, let me know what you think.

Leviathan

L E V I A T H A N

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^{A U G U S T L E O N A R D W I N F I E L D ◼ M A R C H 1 3, 1 9 6 8 ( 4 8 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ ? ? ?}

^{"Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"It seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster, of a form which only a diseased fancy could conceive."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'10''

◼ WEIGHT | 155 lbs

◼ BUILD | Lanky, prominent bones, wiry

◼ HAIR COLOR | Near-black

◼ EYE COLOR | Storm grey

//DESCRIPTION:

August is, at a glance, a generally unassuming figure. Not particularly tall, dull in coloration, and lean in build. His posture is withdrawn and defensive, carrying his limbs close to him and standing with a modest slouch. He dresses conservatively, and seems to take pains to avoid touching people. His dress sense is notably casual for his social standing, with the eccentric exception of the patch worn over his right eye. However, his presence and demeanor is so sharply contrasting from his appearance that most are completely unprepared for it. Above all else, he exudes control; his words and decisions almost seem to sap the credence of others. The schemes and arguments of others, especially those sharing in his presence, seem futile or ill-conceived when compared to his commanding charisma. It is not powerlessness that most feel around him, but a realization of how powerless they have always been.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the spirit of God was hovering over the waters."}

The name Winfield is known only to a privileged few, but among those few it carries immense weight and history. "Old money," so to speak, the family can trace its heritage past the colonization of the Americas, to the Norman conquest of England. In more recent history, they clan has spent the last few centuries in Massachusetts, quietly investing in the budding industrial and political interests of New England. Strangers to the celebrity of their contemporaries, Rockefeller and Morgan for instance, they have customarily kept themselves as far from the public eye as possible, valuing their privacy and security greatly. This is in no small part motivated by the family's turbulent history; plagued by "bad blood," scions of Winfield seem to be dealt great prosperity and ruinous madness in equal measure.

There has been no greater tragedy to befall the Winfield name in recent memory than Leonore Rosemary Winfield, heiress to the Winfield fortune in the early twentieth century. Ever plagued by flights of fancy and romantic delusions, she was known for spiriting away vast sums of money on vanities and frivolities. Her closest retainers and counselors did little to restrain her spending habits, as they took advantage of her mental absence to embezzle from her right under her nose. While her reputation was protected to keep their own interests from becoming compromised, most of Leonore's associates "jumped ship" after she began an affair with a disgraced German occultist and former SS officer, who manipulated her into devoting her resources to his own protection in the United States. Unsurprisingly, the relationship ended disastrously, as in the year of the infamous Dark Eclipse, the man eloped with what remained of the Winfield fortune, leaving Leonore alone, penniless, and pregnant with his bastard child.

The following year, August Leonard Winfield was born into abject poverty, with none to provide for him besides his half-mad mother. His early life in the slums of Springfield was miserable, but vital to his development. In his formative years he acquired the dagger-sharp cunning and utter ruthlessness that would both keep him fed and housed in his youth, and propel him into prosperity as a man. He had a wisdom beyond his years, and a perspective that found solutions that most others could barely fathom. From his school-aged years on he kept himself and his mother afloat by various unscrupulous means; from running three-card monte on his classmates, to balancing accounts for local bookies. Leonore had no degree and no skills, and August considered her little better than a burden, but her presence kept him out of state custody, and for that reason he continued to support her. The harder he worked, the more skills he learned, and the more contacts and favors he collected. By the time he was a young man, he had ingratiated himself with a handful of organized crime syndicates in the greater Boston metropolitan area, and had accumulated enough clout and funds to gain admission into Boston University. Casting off his now useless mother to rot in a mental institution, he attained top marks with a dual major in business and economics, and was (with some outside pressure) accepted into Harvard Business to complete his postgraduate degree.

Now August Winfield, D.B.A., he desired greatly to start anew in a distant locale, hoping to establish new contacts and make his way legitimately. He chose his place of relocation meticulously, favoring both economic potential and minimal possibility of being linked to his criminal associates. He eventually settled on Crescent City, California, and founded his own financial advisement and investing firm, Aquarius LLC. Capitalizing on the technological and economic "Hyperhuman Boom" of the early nineties, Aquarius became an economic lynchpin of the Orlaith district, laying the foundation for many corporations that are household names today. As was the Winfield custom, August made his fortune quietly and without fuss; the layperson would have no idea who he was or what he did, but he was a figure to which the wealthy and powerful were both reverent of and indebted to.

However, as the years wore on and Hyperhuman activity increased, the boom slowed, and what was once a prospering city began to slump into poverty and crime. Aquarius' bottom line felt the recession, and they were forced to take on more unscrupulous clientele. August found himself falling back on old habits, as the allure of easy money made outside the bound of the law was too tempting in these difficult times. As well, this regression of behavior was likely a subconscious reaction to an unforeseen stressor in August's life: his own supernatural awakening. Almost like a second puberty, August discovered gradual, yet unsettling changes to his body. His vitality far exceeded that of a normal man his age, and he soon concluded that he had stopped aging entirely. His physique eventually surpassed human limits, and eventually even more disturbing changes took place, which he took every precaution to conceal from anyone else. His mind seemed to expand with his body, and he found himself supernaturally aware of the emotions and consciousnesses of others. He cautiously nurtured this growing extrasensory perception, and as soon as he had a handle on it, turned it to his advantage. He psychically dominated his competitors, and hypnotically implanted suggestions to his associates that would profit him best. Subtlety was the cornerstone of his manipulation, as his preferred tactic was to have others believe that they were acting of their own accord. Even when his criminal puppets were taken under, there was nothing material ever left behind to link himself and their activities.

In recent years, August's supernaturality has begun to escape his control. His dreams are often wrought with confusing and troubling visions, and his waking hours are plagued with strange compulsions and turbulent moods. His thought patterns have become more erratic, and while he reaches generally logical conclusions, he has difficulty explaining his reasoning to others. He picked up the hobby of distance swimming from seemingly nowhere, and purchased a stretch of private beach to satiate this yearning in privacy. His attentions always seem drawn out to the horizon, and he feels a psychic pull from far out to sea. Only in the past few months has he begun to wake up to find that he has been sleepwalking, and scrawling strange symbols and figures on the walls and floors of his modest estate. His powers of supernatural suggestion seem to work of their own accord at times, enthralling those in close contact with him as though his very aura was enough to transfix them. In a desperate search for answers, he has funneled a considerable amount of his personal funds into research into archeology and the occult, and has tentatively made contact with the Black Lotus Society through a former associate of his mother's. His desire to stay largely anonymous and keep his troubles private has stifled the progress of his research, and his results thus far have done little to stifle his growing worry that the "bad blood" of Winfield has taken him as well.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men."}

August is driven by a desire to dominate and to control. His early life of poverty instilled in him a compulsion to stand above others so that he might never be at their mercy again. He sees the world as one where the strong devour the weak, and morality and justice only exist if they are backed up by the powerful. In some ways he considers himself alike to a god; lesser men pray to him, and he takes delight in their prostration. Even if they do not see him as their benefactor, or think themselves to be his superiors, it is enough to him that he is in true control of both their lives and his own.

However, with the recent development of August's supernaturality, he has begun to suffer an identity crisis of sorts. He no longer truly understands who or what he is, and what his place in the world is. So far he has sought to solve these insecurities rationally, through research and practice, but he fears something deeper at work, that is potentially outside of his admittedly meagre control.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"Can you fill his hide with harpoons, or his head with fishing spears? If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the struggle, and never do it again! Any hope of subduing him is false; the mere sight of him is overpowering."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ Birthright | August isn't sure what he is, but he knows it isn't human. He has seemingly stopped aging at the physical equivalent of his mid-thirties, and he continues to grow more powerful physically. Despite his unimpressive appearance, August is freakishly strong, able to flip a mid-sized car onto its roof with only a moderate effort. His endurance is equally profound, as he has taken to swimming miles out to sea as a leisure activity. While his body is only as durable as a normal human's, his regenerative capacity is sufficient to quickly heal flesh wounds, and he has on one occasion managed to grow back an entire appendage. However, this regenerative factor carries severe side effects, which seem to manifest even without August becoming wounded, as his body continues to metamorphosize outside of his control.

◼ Sheol | Similar to his progressively inhuman physical characteristics, August's mind is developing into something he doesn't understand. While he can be loosely considered a psychic of some description, August suspects that something far different is at play. Currently, he has a certain amount of extrasensory perception, able to sense the emotions and presences of living minds, and to a limited extent influence them with the force of his will. He has greater control over sleeping individuals, and can implant hypnotic suggestions in their minds that can influence their personality and decisions. This influence has begun to outpace his control of it, as he has occasionally found that he has inadvertently hypnotized even waking persons with his idle thoughts. While August initially believed that his own strange dreams were premonitions, he has recently discovered that he is actually astrally projecting his consciousness in his sleep. He has almost no control over this ability so far, as his consciousness usually manifests in locations that he does not recognize.

//SKILLS:

◼ Doctor of Business Administration | August is highly educated in the fields of economics and business, and has extensive experience in these fields, as his self-made fortune can attest. His material resources are plentiful, and he has his own firm, Aquarius LLC, to fall back on.

◼ Con Artist | By cutting his teeth on petty crime and studying under more proficient cons, August is quite proficient in such skills as deception, redirection and slight of hand. While he is more than a little rusty at the practical application of these skills, they're still second-nature to him, and it takes a very skilled individual to get one by him.

◼ It's Who You Know | August is an exceptionally well-connected individual. Anyone who is anyone in Crescent City owes him either a significant favor or a substantial amount of money. While his direct contacts are numerous, his network is practically all-encompassing, as even if he doesn't have a contact in a particular area, it can be assured he knows a guy who knows a guy.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ Metamorphosis | August's powers are the result of him changing. Into what, he has no idea, but the process has only just begun. His powers warp and progress faster than he can master them, and sometimes diverge into something else entirely. What's more, is that he is growingly increasingly unable to conceal his supernaturality from others. This includes both his literal physical appearance, as well as his outbursts of psychic influence potentially drawing unwelcome attention to himself.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ Friends Back East | August is a man desperate to escape his past, and yet doomed to repeat it. His overwhelming need to dominate and control, growing stronger as his mind and body both mutate into inhumanity, have drawn him back into the world of criminality, which already blackens his past in New England. His history of being a two-bit thug and conman in Massachusetts, as well as the shame his mother brought onto his family name are sore subject for him, and have on previous occasions broken his cold and calculating demeanor.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD | Test

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ TBD | Test

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ TBD | Test