[CHAR] The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

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Adam

Name:Adam Sereno

Nicknames/Aliases:"O Gato Preto" (The Black Cat)

Age:24

Gender:Male

Allegiance:Himself at the moment, wishes to become a saint.

Written Description:Adam has a tattoo on his back of a black cat and a tally of his kills.

Personality:Adam is a man of many words often being the loudest individual in any given room at any given moment. Most people notice when he walks into a room. Another defining about Adam is he is a man of many vices. Women, money, gambling, flashy cars, clothes. He has to not only be the best looking, he has to have the best toys. He is a hopeless womanizer, and has a penchant for being kind to people. (Especially women.) With a troubled past, but one good thing can be said about him is that he knows his friends and he will do anything to protect them from harm.

Backstory:Adam never really knew the place of his birth, or his father. His mother left both Brazil, and his father Maethus. Putting both far behind her for a new life in Independence City. The place was a horrible place to raise a child, but she wanted to get away and didn't have much to land her on her own two feet. So she became a prostitute, She was willing to do anything for her child, to provide for him. At first he never really caught on to his mothers profession the men coming and going, but as he grew older he knew.

This caused him to run away from home, not wanting to be a burden he turned to a life on the streets. Which made him quite the easy target for a cartel, this cartel lured the young boy in with promises of. Money, respect, women, and whatever the hell he wanted. So he joined them, calling him a "soldados" They gave him a gun, and told him his initiation was to kill someone from a rival gang. So he did, his first blood came in the form of not only a rival drug dealer, but also his girlfriend. He showed no remorse, just wanting to be accepted by his new family.

From there the boy, now calling himself a man. Went from kill to kill, it got to the point where there was a disconnect for him when it came to killing. It just became apart of the job, his efficiency earned him the notice of his boss due to not many soldados not having all that high of a survival rate. From that day forward he became "O Gato Preto" Or The Black Cat, because you did not want him crossing your path.

As he grew older. He became even more efficient. Running drugs for his bosses, taking out rival bosses and soldiers, killing police, bribing them, or threatening them or their families to gain compliance. And for this he had whatever he wanted. A nice penthouse, plenty of cash to piss away on whores and gambling, and drugs for any situation he felt like. That changed after he got his powers though, when he found out about them he tried to will them away due to his next big job.

The job was simple, just take some goods him and some other members had stolen from a jewelry store heist, and sell them to their fence. But alas things didn't go as plan, while he slept he heard the door of his penthouse open up. Thinking it was just the prostitute he had over that night leaving, he laid back down in his bed. But then he heard voices and multiple pairs of footsteps. Turns out the girl let in a rival cartel, and they came to kill the man who had become a thorn in their side.

They caught him unaware, they fired through his bedroom door a stray round catching him in the shoulder and that's when he lost control. The fear of death, the pain from the bullet in his shoulder, caused it. He let out a torrent of fire that burnt down the penthouse, damn near burnt down the building. Luckily enough for him he got away from his bedroom windows fire escape. But now assumed dead, and a failure to his cartel. Adam had no home, so he went into hiding. Only to resurface at any mention of the Saints.

Carried Weapons/Items:A 14 thousand dollar Rolex watch, and the clothes on his back.

Superpowers:Fire Manipulation, Adam can manipulate fire often being able to create a flame at any given moment, he has limitations of course, he can't use it when soaking wet, and the fire can be uncontrollable when in a distraught or angry emotional state.

Skills:Gun expert, picking locks, stealing cars, and going to ground when shit hits the fan.

Extra:N/a

[hagroden]

Nicodemus Hathaway

Saints Appearance

Common Appearance

Nicodemus Hathaway

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Eld Fen

Age
23

Gender
Male

Allegiance
The Patron Saints

Description
Nicodemus stands at about five feet and eleven inches, or one-hundred and seventy centimeters, and weighs about one-hundred and eighty pounds, or eighty-one kilograms. He is a handsome, angular man with nearly silver hair that frames, and compliments, his deathly pale skin. His eyes are a storm, an elegant collaboration of gentle blues and intense grays that create the visage of a thunderous, raining sky.

Personality
Nicodemus is a distant, oft' harrowing man of an intensely melancholic personage; his quiet ways of disinterest and apathy seem to issue forth waves of discomfort and aversion. His mind is that of a poet, or perhaps a philosopher; although one without solace. His written art is dense with horror; and always of an existential, cosmicist nature. He lives in constant ruminating over the nature of existence, and all the darkness and horrors that it contains. He is enigmatic and eccentric, eternally writing poems and novellas of the great and old beings that plague his dreams, both waking and not. He is not a frightened man, nor a particularly courageous one, but does not shy from things often.

Biography
Nicodemus was born an only child in his family's home to a poor estate, and was raised in part by his mother and father, and in part by his ailing Grandfather. His father was a jeweler, and was often away from home on various trips to sell his wares, sending home what little he could afford to. His mother was a maid, and often worked in the wealthier parts of town cleaning things of both common and horrific nature. When he was three years old his primary Care-taker and Grandfather, Alistair Hathaway, began to develop acute psychosis, for which he was bedridden. The occasional doctor or nurse that the household had been able to afford claimed that his psychosis and hallucinations were likely caused by syphilis, Alistair however died many years later without the infection present in his biology.

Despite the belief of medical professionals, Alistair swore that he was not sickly by any means that perpetuated among men, but that he was paying the price for knowledge long forbidden. From an early age, Nicodemus was exposed to the numerous hallucinations of his Grandfather and eventually began to have hallucinations of his own, often experiencing ones almost identical to Alistair's. Beginning at the age of Four, Nicodemus had been labeled clinically insane, although harmless; the same diagnosis as his Grandfather. For almost two years Nicodemus suffered these visions and night-terrors; whispers of entities old and harrowing, visions of catastrophes and apocalypses, and hallucinations of faceless beasts holding his body still throughout the night. Without any means to express himself, to unleash the Hells held within him, he turned to writing and poetry, both of which he shared only with his Grandfather.

His Grandfather consoled him throughout his early life, much to the anguish of his ever-absent parents, and Alistair refereed to his Grandson as a prodigy. Nicodemus didn't care much for the assessment of his writing, but his Grandfather was right. Even at such a young age, Nicodemus's writing was astute and visual, and those whom his Grandfather shared his writing with were astounded at the terror felt by reading a child's poetry, and it wasn't long until peculiar individuals began to pay hefty sums for Nicodemus's works.

At the age of 14, Nicodemus's first Novella was Published, a short story called "The Waters of Nisceir." His book recieved little attention outside of niche circles at first, but soon began to spread and fester among the shelves of those with a love for dread and cosmic horror. Not long after his publications growing popularity his household could afford his mother's early retirement, and after Nicodemus's fourth publication, at the age of 15, his father did the same.

His house was full, and his Parents were happy for a time, until Nicodemus made the decision to emancipate himself from them, cutting them off from their excessive spending of his own profit. He continued to provided them with more than enough money to live comfortable lives, all three of them, until his Father's greed led to his Grandfather being taken to a "home." At this, Nicodemus was furious, and immediately seized their income through his own volition, and using the money he had once given to his parents, Nicodemus purchased a small home for himself and his grandfather. Both his Mother and Father were forced to return to work, as their excessive lifestyle had left them without a dime in their savings.

After this separation, Things went well for Nicodemus and Alistair for a few years, Nicodemus's works became more and more popular with each publication, and as such his income continued to grow exponentially. However, at the age of 22, both he and his Grandfather's hallucinations became incredibly intense and consistent. Both of the Hathaway men could be seen from the outside world, wandering their house and screaming, whimpering, and whispering to themselves. For a period of three years, both Nicodemus and his Grandfather were plagued by numerous visions a day, heard the whispering of monsters every waking moment, and in their sleeping hours felt the looming presence of things so old that time itself seemed young in comparison.

There was only so much an old man could handle, before giving up to the whispers.

On the morning of his Twenty-Second birthday, Nicodemus awoke to find that the whispering had silenced, the entities that haunted his sleep were gone, and the visions that so often pounded in to his psyche were absent for the first time in years. With nothing but quiet joy, Nicodemus nearly ran to his Grandfather's room, but found something so twisted there, that it haunts him to this day, and will likely do the same until the day he gratefully dies.

He left that city within a month.

Now, he lives a humble life in the crime-plagued city of Independence. He'd bought himself a small home in the North-eastern part of the city refereed to as Red Harbor, so he could be left to his writing with a view of the water. The water, however, had began to exhibit a strange taste these last few days, and stranger yet, Nicodemus had found himself capable of terrifying and incredible things.

Carried Weapon(s)
Tri-Dagger
A twisted blade with three sharpened edges, one which he often uses to slowly carve in to his targets. The wound from this blade is so complex, that without almost immediate treatment from a team of surgeons the wound will likely be fatal. In addition, Nick's tendency to use the blade on the back of his Victim's necks has left him without a single survivor, but a very bloodied blade.

Abilities
Spatial Distortion
Nick can create distortions within space, causing any physical matter within to bend according to the distortion. This provides Nick the ability to teleport rapidly, alter physical dimensions, and create pocket dimensions as well as portals. Due to the Manton Effect, his powers can not distort the dimensions of human beings; meaning that he can not stretch someone's torso to infinity and twist it along the way, but he can do such to structures, geography, etc. Unless you'd like to spend 12 hours walking a 15 foot hallway, stay on his good side.

Skills
Aside from his writing, Nicodemus relies heavily on his abilities to achieve his goals.

Extra
N/A

[Xandrya]

Denise Matheson

NAME

Denise Matheson

NICKNAME/ALIASES

Ladybug

AGE

19

GENDER

Female

ALLEGIANCE

None...yet

WRITTEN DESCRIPTION

Green eyes, brown hair with red streaks, and a lip piercing. Denise is 5'5 and roughly 120 lbs, and she has a tattoo of an owl on her left shoulder blade.

PERSONALITY

Not too quiet, not too loud. Denise is the type of person who's socially well-rounded, yet she enjoys people's reactions to the little bit of mystery she exudes whenever she offers little to no words. Given her background, Denise is a rebel by heart. She doesn't tolerate crap from people and she'll be very vocal against them if she feels like going through such trouble. With that being said, Denise has a soft spot for animals and children, as well as for those less fortunate than her.

BACKSTORY

Born and raised in Independence City to parents working in the medical field, Denise was a rather privileged child. She only ever attended private schools, which her parents could easily afford. Her mother, a nurse, and her father, a psychiatrist, were more often than not at work, leaving Denise with a nanny who let her get away with just about everything.

It was during her teenage years that Denise started getting mixed up with the wrong crowd. Her friends, all private school students, bored her to death and so she decided to venture outside of her social circle. She was 15 when she met her first and only boyfriend, Max. Max introduced Denise to his world, one filled with crime, drugs, and hate. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but Denise had strong feelings for Max and so she slowly adjusted to his own reality.

About a year after they met, Max got involved with an even worse crowd, the type to make someone disappear if they so much as take a paperclip without asking. This new professional relationship put a strain on the young couple, and despite the fact that Denise considered leaving Max once or twice before, she continued being by his side. It was only a matter of time before she slowly joined him on a few of his missions, and after that point, there was no turning back.

As time went on, Max was more concerned with his growing responsibilities than with Denise. She noticed right away, and urged him to drop everything: the money, the jobs, the contacts...but Max didn't listen. In fact, he warned her against leaving him. That's when Denise realized she had to get away from his world, for good. It was that, or one of them would end up hurt, or even worse, killed.

Not much time had passed before Denise gained her own set of abilities like a select few others. She holed up in her apartment for the first few days, and due to the mass chaos and confusion throughout the city, no one went bothered to contact her or even look for her. She assumed she was done with that chapter of her life, but as she would soon realize, she couldn't have been further from the truth.

CARRIED WEAPONS/ITEMS

A switchblade

SUPERPOWERS

Denise has the ability to clone herself. She can produce up to five identical copies who all think and behave just like she does. If one of the clones is killed, then they immediately cease to exist. If Denise is injured, her clones will instinctively do everything within their power to help her. In the event that Denise becomes unconscious, her clones will disappear.

SKILLS

A quick thinker, and a bit of a puzzle enthusiast. Denise is also somewhat of an athlete, and she's taken enough self-defense courses to be able to hold her own

EXTRA

N/A

[Hitman]

Olivia Yan

“Invisible threads are the strongest ties.”

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Name
Olivia Yan

Nicknames/Aliases
Olive

Age
23

Gender
Female

Allegiance
The Saints

Appearance
Standing at 5'7" with a lithe build, Olivia is in quite good shape. She has brown hair that falls in subtle waves down to her shoulder blades, and fair skin. She weights about 136 pounds, and has a tattoo- a coiled serpent- on her lower back.

Personality
Some people are warriors, and some people are thinkers. While her ferocity in combat is incredibly surprising, Olivia would consider herself a thinker. Olivia is reputed for reading her opponents- using emotions and weaknesses to her advantage. Cunning is just the tip of the iceberg. However, Olivia is not collected, and susceptible to human feelings just like the rest of us. In particular, rage, which is an emotion that causes her to go berserk..
Other than that, Olivia is quite kind and friendly. As a Saint, she’s obligated to help out, which she does eagerly. She’s also a bit of a flirt to people, Saint or not.

Backstory: Olivia was born and raised in Chinatown. She never knew her mother, for she died after childbirth. Her father, Ricky Yan, was one of the three Triad leaders, and thus gifted Olivia with a life of pleasure. During her early years, she didn’t care about her father’s business, as he cared for her deeply and brought her toys and other luxuries. At age 10, he began to teach her martial arts in order to protect her, and at 12 he bought her weapons, for further protection.

But as Olivia saw more and more of her father, she began to realize that he was no saint. She realized that he was the man in charge of offing anybody who didn’t pay up to the Triads. And so, Olivia began to grow scared of the man that she had once loved and admired.

It was around this time that she realized she could also turn invisible, and so after harnessing this ability, she began to use it to hide from her father. And but a year later, she ran away from him.

With her new powers, she felt a moral obligation to fight against the evils of Independence City. And so she did, donning the name Spectre and joining the Saints.

Carried Weapons/Items

nife nation

This is a butterfly knife, in case you lack the knowledge of fine weaponry. Olivia can use it incredibly efficiently.

Superpowers
Olivia’s superhuman ability is invisibility. She can render herself to be invisible to the naked eye and invisible on the light spectrum. She can also choose to extend it to things that she touches, such as her clothes or weaponry. However, smoke or lasers could cancel out this ability. And invisibility drains her the longer she uses invisibility.

Skills
-great skill in snake and tiger-style kung fu
-multilingual- speaks English, Mandarin, Spanish, Italian, and Korean.
-smart

Extra:
Why did this take so damn long

[Roughdragon1]

Vicker West

“If I ever play chess, expect me to have a few more pawns up my sleeve.”

Name: Vicker West

Nickname: Blackjack

Age: 28

Male

Allegiance: Himself and his god, the Crawling Chaos.

Power: Vicker has the ability to control the minds of other Humans, one at a time. All he has to do is give his target an order when they are within fifteen feet of him. In doing so, they do as he says to the best of their ability. The effect wears off in an hour, or if Vicker controls another mind over the maximum 1.

Written Description: Standing at five feet nine inches, he’s a bit thin, but not unhealthy. He looks like an everyday guy: Black hair, brown eyes, white teeth. In a way, his relatability makes him a bit charming. Though if one looked closely enough, they would see a faint pinpoint of red resting within the depths of his pupil. Hardly anyone could ever tell that he was an acolyte of the Crawling Chaos. Not even him.

Personality: Despite his dangerous power and questionable allegiance, Vernon naturally likes to help people; It’s just in his nature to do so. But his generosity is often overshadowed by his inner prankster. His power is particularly dangerous, and useful for getting people to do what he wants. He likes to poke fun at things, and one of the main reasons as to why he gets into trouble is the fact that he is almost annoyingly sarcastic in times of stress. It’s just what he does to cope with the situation.

Backstory: Growing up in the slums of Independence city, Vicker survived by nearly every means necessary. One of the many lessons he learned during his desperate childhood was that the world was a game of predator and prey. The sharks and eagles would eat the lesser species, yes, but it was the intellect of Humans that allowed them to kill both. And so, he took every chance he could to improve his smarts and wits. On the streets, no one played by the rules. The world never played fair, and neither did he.

One day, on a looting run of an old abandoned house, Vicker discovered a strange, old book. It was titled: Necronomicon. He took the book back to his hideout, and planned to read it over the next week. Before he could begin however, he was visited by a strange, black-clad man who had a peculiar fascination with the strange tome. He demanded the book, and in return, he would grant him a power. Of course, as any sane person would, he gave the strange man the book. However, he was given no power. Or at least, at first. Exactly ten days later, after a week and a half of drinking stranger-than-usual-tasting water, Vicker discovered that he could control other people by simply giving them an order.

At first, he used this for his own gain, running wild and taking what he wanted. However, one day he had an epiphany. He had suffered so much in his life due to things out of his control. Really, life was the biggest bitch anyone would ever have to deal with. He knew kids who never had the chances and lucky breaks he did, and in turn suffered because of it. And so, he decided to steal and rob for the kids who had nothing. If he could just make their lives even just a bit easier, it would all be worth it.

Sometimes, he hears a voice: a small but commanding whisper in his ear, but he must do what it tells him to do regardless of his own feelings, or else.

Carried Weapons:

Hi-Point C-9

An ass of a gun. But it’s reliable, and won’t break easily. That’s all that matters.

Skills: Vicker is street smart. He knows the slums like the back of his hand, he’s friends with many powerful people (and enemies with many more), and he’ll bet that you can never, ever beat him at a game of poker. At least, that’s what he tells people.

He can fight, but fighting isn’t what he likes to do. He’s got a gun, and he uses it liberally. He might not be the best shot, but hey, a bad shot is better than no shot.

[Holy Soldier]

Mr. Infinity

Sherman Doyle

Mr. Infinity

18/30s

Male

The Patron Saints

Sherman is an eighteen-years-old teenager with chestnut brown curly hair, blue eyes, and pale, creamy skin. He wears black square-framed glasses, hoodies, jeans, skater shoes, and a skull cap over his mess of curls. He is 5’8” and weighs 142 lbs. He is very thin in stature with hardly any muscle on his body.

Mr. Infinity appears to be in his 30s with dark-brown hair and a five o’clock shadow. He has hazel eyes amber in hue and a tanned olive complexion. He can always be found wearing a fancy suit. He is 6’2” and weighs 210 lbs. He is athletic in build and confident in stature.

Sherman is a senior in high school who doesn’t exactly know what he plans to do with his life post-graduation. He knows that he wants to go to college at least, but he doesn’t exactly know where. He is a dreamer and an artist who can be always found sketching away in his sketchbook during class amidst a boring lecture. He skateboards to and from school, and he attends to avoid people, assuming that they rather not talk to him since most consider him a loser any way. He is a pretty straight-forward kind of guy. When he is at home, he is either reading, sketching or gaming with friends—people who he has never met before in real life but who are the closest thing to who he would call actual friends—online.

Mr. Infinity is his creation, and Mr. Infinity is unaware that Sherman is his creator. However, Sherman knows all about Mr. Infinity’s life. Mr. Infinity is the opposite of what Sherman is and the only things they share are their morals—to a point. Mr. Infinity loves his wife Sharon and his son and daughter Chris and Mary Ann. He believes his life is perfect, but he can’t say the same for the lives of others. It is Mr. Infinity who works for The Patron Saints for they have similar goals. Sherman, he thinks all of this is a dream.

Sherman was born to Ben and Loretta Doyle in Independence City. At an early age, he demonstrated his creative mind in several crayon drawings and other art projects throughout his school life. Art was his escape, and it allowed him to dump his imagination on paper. When he was bullied in school, he always dreamed of a hero in some fashion protecting the weak and bringing justice to evil. Mr. Infinity was born long before he actually appeared in reality. He took form in several of Sherman’s sketches until one night, he and his family became an actuality.

During the day, Sherman went about his average life; and at night, while he was asleep, Mr. Infinity had breakfast with his family before he went to work fighting crime in Independence City. Mr. Infinity was approached by the Saints one night unaware that Mr. Infinity may not be as real as he appeared to be. His existence puzzled the Saints for months and still continues to. The only logical explanation they can put to his existence is that he may possibly be a ghost. The phantom of someone who used to exist. They have spied on him in his home with his family, but come dawn he and his entire life vanishes.

As Sherman nears graduation, there are several occupations on his mind. His father is pressuring him to become an engineer so that he can actually make money for himself, even though, deep-down, Sherman wants to be either a comic book artist or animator.

Hider

Sherman

• Bookbag
• Skateboard

Mr. Infinity

• M9 Beretta - infinite clip though he can be seen changing magazines after 10 rounds.
• Flaming Katana called "Hinoken" - It can cut through anything and the flames never extinguish.

Sherman has the ability called “Reality Dreaming.” He believes he is only dreaming when all aspects of reality are brought about by his subconscious desires and emotions. When Sherman dreams, he can see into Mr. Infinity’s life. He often watches between first-person and third-person point of view as his hero Mr. Infinity lives as a respected father and a hero, having no idea that his creation actually exists when he is asleep. Mr. Infinity uses two weapons, a limitless M9 and a sword that burns when it is drawn from its red sheath. He is always seen wearing a finely-pressed suit. He doesn’t possess a normal name. Mr. Infinity is his name, and it is treated as normal as if his name were Carl instead (at least by his family members). Mr. Infinity will take damage like a normal human, but he doesn’t register the damage like a normal human would, making him quite a tank. He doesn’t feel pain, and while he can be covered in blood, dirt and bullet holes, he is capable of continuing on until he is literally obliterated. Obliteration: ran over, falling from a great height, incinerated in an explosion - the situations that make you wake up from a dream. When this happens, Sherman wakes up, and is unable to go back to sleep leading to him having a crappy night’s rest. It hasn’t been discovered yet, but Sherman can be physically affected if Mr. Infinity was to take magical damage. This type of damage Mr. Infinity takes will affect Sherman. Sherman is completely human and has human weaknesses and mortality, which can endanger him and Mr. Infinity’s reality if the enemy was to ever find out if he and Mr. Infinity were connected.

Mr. Infinity is capable of performing the unusual stunt of defying gravity. He can leap great distances, walk on air, walk up vertical surfaces, and he can perform aerial acrobatic feats most would expect to see only in an action flick with special FX. The fact that he is an anomaly makes him invaluable to the Saints. It is just unfortunate that they cannot control when Mr. Infinity appears, and neither can Sherman. Hey, he has to go to school, and he isn't always tired. The games can keep him up late at night.

Hider

Sherman

• Decent Skateboarder
• Artist
• General Education

Mr. Infinity

• Expert Marksman
• Master Swordsman
• Expert Mixed Martial Artist
• Charmer

As much as it seems tempting, Mr. Infinity should never be made aware that his life is a false reality and that his entire existence relies on the mortality of a teenager. It is okay for Sherman to know that Mr. Infinity exists since he created him, but not vice versa. This knowledge can endanger Sherman for Mr. Infinity may try to seek out Sherman while he is sleeping. While Mr. Infinity may not necessarily be a threat to Sherman, he could ruin his life. Their realities should be kept separate in order for them to remain stable.

[Kaesus]

Kinestia

Name: Britany Welsh

Nicknames/Aliases: Kinestia

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Allegiance: Herself (for now)

Written Description: Young girl, with blue hair (this came with her power), is most of the time wearing comfortable clothes and does not like to wear makeup. (Her hair is more blue than the photo)

photo

Personality: She's a nice girl, doesn't have many friends but she's okay with that. She isn't a starter in conversations, but she likes the subject someone brought up she'll talk a lot! She likes videogames and she really fascinated with the powers people started manifesting. She wants to make use of her gift to help those in need and has the desire to punish does who do evil with a causa, She like she did in her videogames.

Backstory: She never had many friends while growing up, at least not what people consider friends. She had a lot of online friends that she met in online games and she liked to play with, but not those friends with who she shares secrets, talk about boys or have sleepovers. When her power showed up she was scared of them. They first showed up by accident when she threw her control at a wall after losing a mission in the FPS she was playing. In that episode she didn't threw the control that her a the wall, but when she did a blue-ish aura appeared around it and it got stuck to the wall making an hole in it, the controller stayed intact.

When the story of superpowers started to be known around she got interest in this group of people with powers that were helping society in their own way, they called themselves the Patron Saints. She's now trying to contact the group in hope to join them. Now having her own powers she lost somewhat the interest in her video games because she can be the heroes and villains she use to play.

Carried Weapons/Items: Her laptop.

Superpowers: Kinestia is able to control Kinetic energy. She can either imbue objects with Kinetic energy making them move faster, explode when in contact with other things or absorb kinetic energy. For example, she is able to imbue a small stone with kinetic energy being able to trow it almost as fast as a bullet, and she is able to control if it will piece the thing she is aiming at or explode when it touches the thing she's aiming to. As for the absorption, she can for example reduce the speed of a bullet draining it of it's kinetic energy. The objects she imbues with energy gain an azure aura.

Skills: She is good with video games. Even though she doesn't make use of it, she has some computer hacking skills.

[Spike]

look out here comes Kessler

Name: Franz Kessler

Nicknames/Aliases: Kessler/The Kess/The Big Salad

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Himself. Wants to join the Saints.

Written Description: Kessler is tall, at 6'2. He seems to have a slender frame, but he's actually got a decent amount of muscle on him. He's built like a swimmer. In terms of clothes, he is rarely seen without his awesome red jacket. He wears a lot of anime paraphernalia.

Personality: At first blush, Kessler seems like your everyday, normal guy. A little bit arrogant, maybe, but generally good natured. He likes anime, but he won't talk your ear off about it if you're not interested. When you get to know him, though, it becomes clear he has one major problem: He believe he's invincible. That he is destined for true greatness. Luckily, he's a magnanimous god and is willing to share in his destiny.

Backstory: Kessler is just a regular dude who happens to like anime a lot. When he learned about the whole superhero thing, he decided he wanted to get in on the fun. So he put up an ad on craigslist. For 50 dollars he'll be your bodyguard/mercenary/minion.

Carried Weapons/Items:
-Two katanas
-A tactical vest he bought online.
-Knee and elbow pads.
-Some nunchaku.
-Shuriken
-Sickass jacket.
-Radass bike
-Bike helmet. Safety first! It's reinforced enough that it can even stop larger bullets. A sniper rifle would probably go through it, though, and a point blank shot will probably still give him a concussion.

Superpowers: None.

Skills:
-Can use a katana without hurting himself
-A very good motorcyclist.
-Actually in very good shape.
-Tough. Has a very high pain threshold.
-He's a very good singer.
-A good belly dancer too.

Extra: Kessler is unemployed. He makes money through selling marijuana out of his apartment and also has several ads up on cragislist.
Jobs he'll do:
-Male Escort: Kessler will allow you to buy him dinner. He promises to wear a nice suit, be a gentleman, and give you one (1) kiss on the cheek. It is not an offer of prostitution.
-Regular Escort: Kessler will bring his katanas and follow you around. He will protect you from any assailant and also rough up anyone you ask him to. He reserves the right to run away if things get too crazy though.
-Spongebob: Kessler will dress up as SpongeBob for your child's birthday party.
-Elsa: Kessler will dress up as Elsa from Frozen for your child's birthday party. He can sing "Let It Go," "Bohemian Rhapsody," and "Happy Birthday."
-Stripper: Kessler will undress as a stripper for your child's birthday party. If you have a pole for him to pole dance on he'll make good use of it. Otherwise, he's a skilled belly dancer.

[Aphelion]

Faye Allegretto

Name:

Faye Allegretto

Nicknames/Aliases:

Arsenal (sometimes referred to as "Arse")

Age:

28

Gender:

Female

Allegiance:

The Saints, the Fey

Written Description:

Faye is a petite woman who stands at 5'1'', and she keeps her slender figure by primarily living off of cigarettes and alcohol. Exercise is not a word used in her vocabulary. She usually outfits herself in whatever is laying on her floor.

Personality:

Faye is cynical about the world, people, and the circumstances therein. She lives a life of apathy, preferring to sit on the side-lines of any major event, or to avoid trouble as much as she can. In direct contrast to her needs and desires, she is compelled to step in when anything actually becomes untowardly violent. This isn't by her own choice, as she would prefer to let things just happen as they happen and not get involved, but her otherworldly companions have other plans in mind for her. If you are ever helped by Faye in any fashion, expect her to expect something from you in return. And if you never fulfill that obligation to her, be prepared for her to make sardonic remarks from time to time until you do.

Describing her as kind or generous is impossible, but she is also not particularly rude or abrasive. She is hard to anger, even if you're directly insulting her. There are some things that can set her off in to a rage, but those are exceedingly rare. If she has a cigarette in her mouth and an alcoholic beverage in her hand she is content.

Backstory:

Average life, average grades, average romances. Average is the word to sum up Faye's history. She was born to parents in Old Indie, went to nearby schools, and attended a nearby community college. Business major, though she doesn't use it at all in her life. She lives with roommates in a rundown apartment, and works at a bar a minute or two away on foot as a barista/waitress.

Nothing special happened in her life until the day she ended up with powers, and even then it was unremarkable in how she obtained them. It was a morning after she had drank heavily and ended up with a massive hangover. She couldn't be bothered getting a bottle of water from her fridge, so she simply drank from the tap in the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom. After she swallowed, she realized that the water tasted like a horrid mixture of wine, cotton candy, and moldy bread. Before her sluggish brain could fully process what had just happened, she began to see them. Outlandish creatures, all different, but somehow... all distinctly alike.

For better or worse, they believe her to be their Queen, and due to their meddling she is reluctantly involved with The Saints.

Carried Weapons/Items:

Her zippo lighter never leaves her side, and neither does a pack of cigarettes.

Superpowers:

Faye has the power to see into the world of the fey, and they have devoted themselves to her as her subjects, and she their Queen. There are many different kinds of fey, some are of minor significance, and others are absolute terrors. However, they are separated into two courts, Seelie and Unseelie, and they vie for her attention. She can swap between the Courts for different powers twice a day. She is one of the few who can see their true appearance, to anyone else they may appear as orbs of light, wisps of smoke, or that thing you keep seeing out of the corner of your eye that isn't there when you turn to look.

SEELIE COURT

The Seelie are good natured fey, comprising the more honorable aspects of the spectrum. They reward favors, stand up for those in need, and spur Faye to do most of her acts of bravery. They are the reason that Faye has joined with The Saints.

Under the Seelie attunement, Faye grows wings with which she can use to fly or hover, super strength, and super durability, as well as the ability to command a handful of fey. These fey act as an arsenal for her, allowing her to wield massive weapons that change to fit the situation. Typically, she wields them as a a broadsword and tower shield and, due to their intrinsic nature as fey, they are not able to be manipulated by other powers in any fashion.

They are made out of magical beings, allowing them to withstand blows or deal blows that normal weaponry would be incapable of doing. With her super strength behind her attacks she is a force to be reckoned with, and is incredibly hard to bring down because of her super durability. She can also change them into other weapons, such as a bow with enchanted arrows that can explode into caltrops on impact, or fist weaponry if she needs to deal blunt damage. Or a full body armor if her super durability isn't enough to face her opponent.

It is best for her opponents keep their distance, as she is not very fast in this attunement. She is in most control mentally in this attunement and prefers it over the Unseelie.

UNSEELIE COURT

The Unseelie are the darker and more vicious of the fey. They are ready to savagely tear apart any who treat Faye with disrespect, or those who try to hurt their Queen. They side more adamantly with Faye's own interests, and try to convince her to either kill those in her way or to simply go with the easiest way out of a hard situation.

While attuned to the Unseelie, Faye takes on their savagery and loses much of her normal control over herself. She is granted the powers of shape-shifting into a fog-like substance that allows her to travel at super speed. In addition, her form is altered significantly in the Unseelie attunement, giving her wicked claws, as well as two prehensile barbed-tails that have an acidic touch that can melt armor with prolonged exposure, or eat through cloth and flesh in but an instant.

Skills:

She's got mad smoke ring skills, and she can mix you a drink like nobody's business.

Extra:

N/A for now.

[LordofthePies]

CS: Aro

Photo

Name:
Aro Danius

Nicknames/Aliases:
N/A

Age:
27

Gender:
Female

Allegiance:
None ATM

Personality:
Aro is a think for herself-er. Her actions are directed by the things that will give her something, and she'll do nearly anything for wealth. The only exception being that she won't harm children. Her parents were robbed for everything they had when she was only four, forcing her to live her life in poverty. She's hated con-men ever since she heard the story. She prefers to work alone, but when put in a group, Aro is a natural leader. She will be upset if she doesn't get her way, but won't be upfront about it. She uses her wit and what influence she has to get what she wants, so Aro won't be too upset when it comes to the word, "no."

Backstory:
Aro used to be a spoiled, rich child, that was until a con-man took her family's wealth. Her parents had never been good with money management since they've always had more than enough. So when the day came and they lost everything, they didn't know what to do. They sold what little they had left and moved to Death Row. Before she left on her own, they did everything they could to scrounge up enough to survive. There was even a point in time when, per request of her parents, Aro became a petty thief. She used to hide in the shadows of the night in Corundum, picking the pockets of those who were brave enough to be out past sunrise. Aro is still used to the thieving lifestyle, even though she doesn't need it. After decades of taking from the rich and giving to herself, she always has enough to get by, especially since her parents passing when she was 19. Aro still sticks around Corundum, searching for anything to line her pockets.

Carried Weapons/Items:(if any)
A small hunting knife, a leather satchel full of money, and, of course, her clothes.

Superpowers:(if any)
She has the ability to blend in with her surroundings, but she's never really noticed. Aro always assumed she was just really good at hiding.

Skills:(not necessarily super)
Stealth, impromptu medicine, pickpocketing, agility, and her quick wit.

Extra:
She has a horrible short-term memory and never really knows where anything is. Aro doesn't have a permanent home, mostly because she doesn't think she'll ever find one if she happened to leave the area.

[Silvan Haven]

Justin Harken

Name: Justin Harken

Nicknames/Aliases: Guardian

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Patron Saints

Written Description: Ask anyone what their first thought was upon seeing Justin and nine times out of ten the answer will be "big." At six and a half feet tall he and his muscles cut an imposing figure. It is somewhat offset however, by the huge smile that seems eternally plastered across his face. With a strong jaw and wide cheekbones that smile can be very big. Above them lies a pair of twinkling blue eyes that, along with his mane of blond hair, hints at a Nordic or Germanic ancestry.

When not on duty at the station house or fighting evil in the streets Justin has a very everyman wardrobe. Lots of jeans and T-shirts, a few nicer clothes, some workout clothes. It depends on the day, really.

Personality: Somewhat larger than life in a figurative as well as literal sense. He deeply believes in the mission of the Saints. A warm heart drives Justin forward in both his day job and his self appointed night job. While an iron clad moral code prevents him from straying from the path of the Guardian. He is friendly to all around him. Trying to get to know the members of his team better whenever he can and draw them closer together.

There are some parts of being a vigilante that bother him however. For one he would much rather be working with the government to clean up the streets. The fact that many of the police force are little better than crooks themselves eats at him. Killing is also a complicated subject. Justin has taken enough lives already. He knows what doing so means. But he also realizes that sometimes it is unavoidable. Sometimes you can't talk the bad guy down. Sometimes you have to put him down.

Backstory: Unsurprisingly Justin was not born in Independence City. Raised in the Pennsylvania countryside he was brought up in a family with a history of service. Military, police, EMTs and firefighters. The boy was taught about standing up for the weak and for what was right. Even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. As might have been expected he got into a lot of fights as a kid because of that. Although he never seemed to lack friends as a result of them.

When he was eighteen Justin joined the Army. Two full four year tours. The first couple years were in noncombat postings at several US bases around the globe. The second two were active combat in the Middle East. He learned a lot in those two years. Killed his first person, lost friends for the first time. Justin finished his first tour changed but not broken. And when he signed up for another four years he also entered Ranger school.

There was no third tour. Eight years in the military was enough for Justin. He wasn't planning on becoming a lifer so he got out. Of course he couldn't just become an office manager or something equally boring after all that. He still wanted to feel like he was part of something, something that was making a difference in the world. So the next step was obviously to become a fireman.

For the past year the ex-Ranger has been part of the Independence City Fire Department. It was a busy time before he got superpowers. Now between his duties as a firefighter, Fire Marshal classes and being the Guardian he is finding downtime a rare commodity.

Carried Weapons/Items: 9mm Glock, (rubber and lead rounds.)

Six inch "pocket" knife and a small boot knife.

Taser.

Kevlar armor vest.

Zipties.

Paracord bracelet.

Superpowers: Justin's ability is a simple one on the surface. He can overwrite, or perhaps reset, a piece of reality back to what he considers normal. Say someone got shot or had a limb hacked off. Most people don't consider that to be normal. So Justin uses his power, the person glows white and is suddenly all healed. It's not limited to people either. Places and things are also free game.

There are costs and limits of course. The larger the target the more energy it takes to reset it. Also he can't wish ordinary human beings out of existence.

Skills: Eight years in the army can teach a guy a few things. Especially on how to break people and their stuff. Justin is highly capable in a variety of methods on putting people on or in the ground. Give him a gun, knives or nothing at all and he can get it done.

He also has a solid knowledge of explosives, mechanics and a passing knowledge of structural engineering. Both from his days needing to know to best way to destroy something and his days as a fireman needing to know how to prevent something from being destroyed.

Extra:

[Amaranth]

Neaera 'Sunbeam' Pollard

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Neaera

Name: Neaera Pollard

Nicknames/Aliases: Sunbeam

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Allegiance: Wannabe Saint

Written Description: Neaera is an average-sized girl, standing at about 5'5" and weighing about 121~ pounds. Her hair is the colour of beaten gold and falls to about the small of her back. Typically it is kept messy and windswept. Her skin is milky white and she is frequently described as having an ethereal or otherworldly look to her. Her eyes are a brownish amber hue normally. While empowered by the Sun her hair seems to glow brightly and almost ignite. Her eyes glaze over with a bright light and her hands take on a bright white aura.

Personality: Neaera is a friendly and kindhearted, if naive, girl. She loves to make friends and take part in new activities. This is, of course, a double-edged sword. She is entirely too trusting and innocent and it has been the bane of her parents' lives as well as her crimefighting career. She isn't exactly dumb, she just believes that no-one is truly evil and is easily swayed to follow and take part in particularly charismatic villain's schemes. If one manages to admit defeat and appeal to her merciful nature she is quick to forgive and forget. It takes a very heinous crime for her to believe someone is past redemption. She idealises the Saints and would love nothing more than to have a seat at their table or even a chance at a place in their ranks.

Backstory: Born into a middle-class family who soon found themselves on hard times, her parents worked hard to shelter their only daughter from the harshness of the outside world and to their unfortunate circumstances (some would say too much.) As a result Neaera grew up with a fairly simplistic view of the world's complex mix of morality. She views most things as inherently good and those she sees as evil she believes can be redeemed through sheer will or some other vague concept. It wasn't all bad however, as she can find wonder in the smallest things and the things a lot of people can take for granted, such as a bright sunny day or a simple compliment. Her parents also encouraged her naturally sunny disposition, allowing her to make friends easily and become quite popular at school and other social events. Her natural beauty also helped.

When Neaera was 10 her father passed away due to health complications from a work-related accident. Her father's death taught her to never take life for granted and to appreciate every waking moment. Without her dad's extra income, Neaera and her mother were forced to move into a series of progressively more run down apartment complexes. It is due to these circumstances that a few months before she graduated high school, Neaera discovered that she now possessed a special connection to the Sun. Though she never would have guessed it, polluted water had granted her body the ability to harness and use radiation generated from the Sun itself. It took some serious getting used to. Not accidentally assuming the visage of an angry pagan sun goddess the moment your skin touches sunlight takes more finesse than one might guess.

Though her powers took some getting used to, Nee did her best to use them for good causes (although more than once she has been duped into using them for petty revenge or something along those lines, but nothing more serious yet) and to explore them to their fullest potential. After witnessing the Saints stopping a robbery, Nee was inspired on the spot to join them. Convinced that gaining access would allow her to do even greater good than on her own, Nee is currently trying to figure out how to apply or try-out for the revered team.

Carried Weapons/Items: None

Superpowers: Neaera's powers manifest to their full extent in direct sunlight. While empowered by the Sun, she can fire bolts of explosive sunlight or fire beams of concentrated energy. In addition she gains the power of flight, which leaves trails of blazing sunlight in her path. As well as flight she gains increased strength and reflexes. Her durability does increase but not by a lot, making her somewhat of a glass cannon. In indirect sunlight she gains weaker versions of her powers (offensive abilities are less destructive and powerful, flight is slower, super strength is less super etc.) Out of sunlight she slowly loses her powers, although she can conserve them somewhat by exercising restraint. Eventually with enough time out of the sun she will lose her powers until she reconnects with the starlight of the Sun.

Skills: She can pick things up with her feet if she really concentrates.

Extra: relevant song

[Krayzikk]

Acheri Solomon

Name: Acheri Solomon

Nicknames/Aliases:

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Allegiance: Patron Saints

Written Description: At 5’6”, Acheri Solomon does not look particularly menacing. She would have to really, really work at it to look anything approaching intimidating, and it still probably wouldn’t work. She’s a little too short, a little too slim, and a little too friendly-looking for that. The smile perpetually adorning her attractively strong face (which only gets wider when she’s around her friends) is as infectious as anything the medical doctors (not that sort of doctorate, Mom) handle, and there is no vaccine. The eyes above that grin are a deep, deep green, with black hair that falls down to her shoulders framing them. Her skin is a little lighter than her mother’s, but her heritage is unmistakable. Another trait she inherited from her mother is a very faint cleft in the chin; though it's barely noticeable, it's another mark of her ancestry.

She generally dresses casually, albeit not messily. Her hair is well kept, and her standard combination of jeans and a shirt always pair at least reasonably well together. Work requires more formal attire, but it is not her preference in off hours.

Personality: Acheri can be simple or very, very complex depending on how deeply you contemplate her motives. She is passionate about her job, a passion that leads her to work long hours performing a role that will only make her enemies. Anything to do with her work holds her attention, and she will engage at length with anyone that can provide a fresh insight or information she hasn’t considered. She is tireless and driven, bordering on implacable once her path is decided. Most people would call this admirable in an Assistant State’s Attorney, but in Independence City… Many see a thorn in their side.

Those are the people who see the flip side of these attributes, the fire that drives her and the steel that sustains her. Her position in Independence City could be a very, very lucrative one for someone with looser morals. A prosecutor, even an assistant one, is a very useful card up one’s sleeve. Corrupt businessmen, cartels, the Mafia and even the police would very much like to have the prosecution in their pocket. In many cases they succeed. Prosecutors in Independence City are notoriously corrupt, or at the very least apathetic. Acheri, on the other hand, performs her duties with the utmost integrity. Bribery won’t sway her, and threats have yet to stop her. Not that the city’s criminal elements haven’t started considering more… Permanent solution. The police find no quarter, either, not even when letting their actions slide might mean putting someone away for life.

There is a right, there is a wrong, and Acheri firmly believes that it is her job (and everyone else’s) to see the difference. And to act on it. That doesn’t simply mean “stare disapprovingly” in Acheri’s world. Bystander syndrome is an abhorrent concept in her eyes, and one she strives to defy every day. If something is wrong she’s damn well going to do something about it. Conviction is critical, even if she can be more than a little outspoken. What’s right is right, even if it’s unpopular. The right thing to do is the right thing to do. This conflicts with her belief in the law on an almost daily basis, especially in Independence City. Vigilantism is illegal, even if she believes it’s the right thing to do. Her desire for due process wars with her perception that due process isn’t getting anywhere.

Still, she has her principles. Vigilantism, despite her reluctance, is a mean to a proper end. It is not an excuse to become the judge, the jury, and the executioner. Murder is murder, and that is a low to which she will not stoop. By no stretch will she shy away from a fight if it is necessary, and her principles by no means blind her to the reality of the city’s inhabitants, but she will avoid lethal force as long as humanly possible.

Outside of her professional and “extracurricular” life, Acheri is a calm person. She’ll save her boundless energy for people she knows will appreciate it, treating most strangers a little distantly albeit politely. She has an abiding love for heroic fiction from all sorts of sources, an affection frequently indulged in on her days off.

Backstory: Acheri Solomon was born to an admittedly eclectic melting pool of a family out in Arizona. Her mother was a Hopi Indian, and made sure she was versed in their culture even if they didn’t live on their land. Her father was an aspiring author with a love for myth and legend, telling her bedtime stories of gods and heroes. This homebrew of Hopi culture, heroic tales from across the globe, and Saturday morning cartoons was bound to instill a belief in heroism.

Most of her childhood, all things considered, was pretty uneventful. The Solomon household didn’t make very much money, but they made enough to get by. Little Acheri grew up reading books and catching her cartoons when they were on public TV on Saturdays, exercising her imagination through these simpler stories than the peers that grew up with nonstop access to Cartoon Network. She was a bright kid, and that love of reading gave her an early edge over classmates that hadn’t really been exposed to literature much before school. That edge only ever really grew, swelling alongside her fascination with the subject material in all of her classes. For the most part, though, her elementary school years were pretty normal. Though her parents had to admit that the occasional phone call because she elected to square off with a would-be-bully herself, rather than get a teacher, were a mild problem. Not really one that they could ever bring themselves to punish her for; technically she never really did anything wrong, and punishing her for standing up for herself was the exact opposite lesson they wanted to teach. So they tried to push her towards asking the teacher for help when she could, explaining sometimes you had to work with the system and that explanation generally cut down on the issues. Not eliminate, but they figured it was the best they were going to get.

The only unexpected thing she ever did was ask to take martial arts lessons. Her parents never really quite figured out why but it was the one thing Acheri was ever really insistent on asking for. It wasn’t really in the family budget… But as tight as it was, and with a little help from her grandparents, they found a way to make it work. She took to them with as much enthusiasm as she ever did her schoolwork, and sought to learn everything she could. By the time she was halfway through her freshman year of high school she was working a part time job to help pay for her own lessons.

Though that wasn’t the only reason for working a job. Her parents redoubled their efforts, both in work and in saving, with college on the horizon but there was a fear that the Solomons wouldn’t be able to pay for it. Acheri wasn’t looking at expensive schools, but her parents were determined that she would be able to go. Every spare penny went into saving, from their jobs and hers, and Acheri threw herself into her schoolwork. If she pursued the career she wanted she would need as many scholarships as she could get. Balancing school, work, and extracurriculars was far, far from easy but Acheri kept herself on top of it.

She was rewarded for her efforts, too. She graduated in the top ten students of her class, bound for school on the east coast with almost a full ride. Her college savings were enough to handle her Bachelor’s degree, as long as she kept up with a job during college, but she was slated for at least three more years even when she finished that. Despite the challenges she loved it. She loved living on campus, the classes she took, and all the new activities campus life offered. Not only could she keep up with what she learned from her old martial arts lessons, there was an even greater variety of styles to learn and explore. And clubs with appreciation for the fiction she enjoyed! Even the more niche things!

Acheri eventually graduated with her J.D. from University of Maryland School of Law, and landed a job as an Assistant State’s Attorney. She actually requested her placement in Independence City, seeing it as the place she could do the most good.

The reality… Has been harsh. Though she hasn’t lost her conviction, the city was in significantly worse shape than she could have expected. Attempts to buy her off began in her first week, threats in her first month, and attempts at blackmail by her third. By the time she’d been there a year she was watching for attempts on her life. It wouldn’t have been the first time the criminal element had done such a thing, and she had gotten on the bad side of all of them.

Gaining powers had not been something she expected, least of all from tap water. Her decision to take up vigilantism was… Complicated, and not without hesitation. It still isn’t. But her commitment to cleaning up the city was real, and if she had been handed powers, wasn’t it her responsibility to use them?

Carried Weapons/Items: The only weapon, per se, that Acheri carries is an expandable steel baton for self defense. The Maglite flashlight she keeps in her car serves a similar, albeit improvised purpose. She also carries a Swiss army knife.

For use with her power, however, she carries a handful of seemingly eclectic items; a paracord bracelet, a few feet of rolled up string, a couple of large Sharpies, and strangely… A collapsible hula hoop.

Superpowers: Acheri has come to call her ability Ward, as it is the best descriptor she can give it. She can create unseen, but solid projections of energy that function primarily as barriers. Simple enough, but she has discovered a few quirks through her experimentation. She has to be able to visualize the boundaries of the construct she is planning to create, and keep that picture fixed in her head. Preparation is a factor as well. A construct she creates on the fly will require constant energy to maintain, lapsing either when she stops supplying energy or stops envisioning it. With time to prepare, however, she can infuse a construct with a given supply of energy that she can add to at any time. Planning ahead becomes a necessity. With an appropriate visual aid she can keep a relatively specific construct easily maintained, or with time to prepare she won’t need to actively maintain it.

As such she tends to group her constructs into Active Wards, and Passive Wards. Active Wards are constructs she creates in the field as needed, using quick reference points or portable aid to create them quickly and efficiently. The more specific the reference point, the easier to maintain though she can work with just about anything. As long as she can keep it pictured in her mind, she can maintain it. Passive Wards are things she prepares ahead of time, and with a fixed amount of energy; for example, her apartment is reinforced with Passive Wards. These constructs have been carefully prepared and are backed by energy pools that she has added to over time, and thus are self sustaining. Passive Constructs aren’t more difficult to make, but they require appropriate preparation for any real permanence. The more often she can spare energy to reinforce them, the longer they’ll last and the more punishment they can take.

Her constructs are invisible to other people unless touched or struck, at which point they will seem to shimmer faintly until contact ceases. Acheri always sees them in this state. They are solid, and while they mostly serve defensive purposes they can be used for utilitarian ones. A thin enough construct could even be used as an impromptu blade, or a thicker one as a bludgeon.

Skills: Skilled martial artist, first and foremost. Quick thinker. Exceptionally well read on matters of law and criminal procedure, as well as generally well-read due to a voracious reading habit. Disturbing caffeine tolerance.

Extra:

[Hitman]

the number one

"If you can't make then see the light, make them feel the heat."



Name
Lance Beauregard Sanford III

Nicknames/Aliases
The Unstoppable, also uses pen names

Age
42

Gender
Male

Allegiance
The Patron Saints [Leader]

Personality
Lance is certainly a little rough around the edges. Irritable, edgy, and uncaring at times, he's not the easiest person to get along with. Lance is not friendly, and is untrusting and difficult to talk to. Despite what one might think, he's very rarely anxious or nervous, which is a good thing except when it leads to sloppiness and procrastination, which Lance is no stranger to. Despite this, he's a good person beneath the surface, and is a person you can trust to do what's right, most of the time, at any rate.

Backstory
Lance was born in Crescent Hills to the rich family of Sanford. The family has been rich since the early days of Independence City. His ancestor, Brian Sanford, was an architect in charge of Independence City’s development, and his son Independence City’s first mayor. The Sanfords have always been influential in Independence City’s politics and everything that goes on in that case.

Lance went to a nearby private school, and in his late 20s became the head of the household when his parents died in a tragic accident at a ski resort. There, Lance found that the Sanfords had been heavily involved with organized crime and the mafia. It was around this time that Lance began to develop unusual abilities.

Soon, Lance grew fed up with his ties to the Mafia and decided to end them. When the Mafia arrived at his doorstep, he was waiting and killed the entire hit squad. The Mafia realized that they had messed with the wrong man, and turned to their superior, the Overseer, for help. The Overseer liquidated the Sanford families assets, had their mansion taken, and erased all recent records of the Sanford name.

Lance had luckily prepared for this occasion, and had put tons of money away under a false name. He withdrew and purchased a penthouse in Corundum under the name Roberto Gucci, ironically right near the Overseer’s own. He was prepared to retire, unknown to the world, content with his life, but he couldn’t do that. He saw what he could do on his own. Imagine what a group of people like him could do.

From that point on he managed to group together the city’s vigilantes, unite them under the name ‘Patron Saints,’ and supply them with a base and materials. Yet it seems like the vigilante life has taken its toll on Lance. The man has since become an alcoholic and his appearances outside his weapon-stocked penthouse have become fewer and fewer still. But every morning, he still wakes up and looks up at the man that destroyed him, and wonders when he gets an opportunity to destroy him back.

Carried Weapons/Items
Besides alcohol, Lance always takes a surplus of weapons with him at all times. While he owns too many guns to name, his favorites are the Sig Sauer 9mm P229, the Heckler and Koch G36, the Galil, the McMillan TAC-50, and anything that involves explosions.

Superpowers
While having no offensive superpowers, Lance has superhuman durability. His skin, bones, and muscles are superhumanly dense, allowing him to take way more punishment than a normal human. In particular, his body can block bullets incredibly well, and what would normally be fatal for a human would only wind him. Of course, enough of anything can put him down for good, but by that point the opposition is typically dead, hence his nickname, ‘the Unstoppable.’

Skills
Lance is naturally a good shot and is incredibly well-versed in the art of improvisation. He also can fight hand-to-hand pretty well.

[Plank Sinatra]

Castor Evans

Won't you lend your lungs to me? Mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe up the time that's passing
Breath I'll take and breath I'll give, pray the day's not poison
Stand among the ones who live in lonely indecision

Name
Castor Trainwreck Evans

Nicknames/Aliases
Cast

Age
26

Gender
Male

Allegiance
Acheri Solomon

Appearance
While perhaps a little on the big side for a running back (and, at 6'2 and 170 pounds, the big side for any non-athlete), his size and muscular build ensure that not many people dare to start something with Castor. He tends to make even his characteristic blue jeans, white t-shirt, and brown leather jacket look tight-fitting, and his bowlegged swagger almost calls to mind a fighter pilot or a cowboy (which is a fair comparison) instead of the march of a football player. Even if his walk is slightly wide, however, he still carries himself with the grace and confidence of an upperclassman athlete - back straight, chin tilted up slightly, and megawatt grin shining.

His grin is what captures most of the attention on his face; with a golden tan, dark blue eyes and chestnut hair, Cast's smile is usually the only spot of pearl white that can be found on his strong features. His nose looks recast; it's been broken thrice in his lifetime. He's been considering growing a beard to hide a small scar on the right side of his chin, but loses his nerve more often than not. Currently he's grown a long pair of sideburns and shaved most of the rest, so you would only be aware of his facial hair efforts if you were close enough for him to put his chin on your head or against your skin - in which case you would usually feel the faint scratching sensation of a perennial weekend beard, a softer, sandier brown than the hair on his head.

Personality
Cast is an amiable, strapping young buck, not too far off from the stereotype minted by Bonanza, Gunsmoke, or any of the old John Wayne movies. With a smile on his face much of the time, you would be hard-pressed to find a time when he was genuinely in a sour mood or venting his anger at someone. Such occasions of bad temper are reserved for a good fight, where no one holds back on anyone else or cares about their problems, or in the investigations in which he can bury himself or cajole problems out of others. Such an arena is where the cowboy feels most at home.

Having grown up under an unpredictable and untrustworthy father who often traveled, Cast spent a childhood having to make new friends rapidly and losing track of them just as fast. With that in mind, his personality can often seem adaptable to some, as he charms and cajoles people into a friendly relationship with regularity, often with the intention of receiving something in turn. While sincere and open-hearted, he nonetheless has learned not to allow himself to be hurt by people, and is not above shutting himself off to someone he feels may be able to break past his good ol' boy defenses and inflict an emotional blow. This has led to some very bad luck with some very good women, as one can imagine, but it makes him quite the investigator and confidence man.

Backstory
Castor Evans has been from one end of the big wide American landscape to the other in his twenty six years, with a series of tales as colorful as his accent and language. From his birth in the passengers seat of the Chevelle he drives around today (he was prevented from reaching the nearest Texas hospital by a trainwreck, from which he received his middle name) to his two stints in juvenile detention in Denver for lifting classic American muscle cars (he swears he was only up to restoring them), to the past few years he spent in Atlantic City working muscle, the cowboy has a new location and explanation for every phase of his life. Independence City seemed like an okay choice to a young man who spent most of his adulthood so far throwing darts at an atlas looking for places to live.

In reality, Independence City was a place Castor has picked specifically to hide amidst the seedier elements of East Coast society. His stint in Atlantic City ended badly when a businessman from New York, working an insurance fraud, hired him and a few other freelancers to hit one of his casinos. Cast did the job and did it well, but decided that such a fine bang-up job deserved a bit more of a reward than the pissant money he and his fellows were getting. So he took the money for services rendered - all of it, a quarter of a million dollars. It's been stashed safely in Chinatown, where Cast owns two separate apartments - one to live in, and one rented under the assumed name of his late dad's Al-Anon sponsor.

To keep himself busy and distract himself from splurging all the robbery money and drawing attention, Cast decided to put himself on the market again. Good muscle with a knack for cars was always in high demand around cities like this, and the hard-living, fun-loving cowboy was as goofy and open a screwup as they came; he would have no problem selling himself to a good client. What he ended up settling into was not what he had in mind - his online ad was picked up by, of all things, an ASA here in Independence City, who was in need of a goofy screwup just like him. Tracking leads, winning information out of people, maybe some protection duty. It was pretty basic stuff, albeit something he would be talking about in the confession booth with a little less guilt.

Unlike his employer, Castor did not put any more heat on himself by taking up the vigilante lifestyle when he noticed himself developing powers. In fact, he's played entirely dumb so far, keeping the development of his photokinesis close to the chest. It seems to have worked out so far.

Carried Weapons/Items
SIG Sauer Pro, SilencerCo Maxim 9 suppressed pistol, Gerber Mark II fighting knife

Superpowers
Photokinesis - Castor has the power to control and manipulate light sources and hard light. Though he mainly uses this power as a creative means of teleportation - zipping from one light source to another - there are a variety of offensive and defensive capabilities that come from Cast's level of control.

Skills
Great defensive (and offensive!) driver, card player, decent skills in practical mathematics and financial acumen. Good at staying under the radar. Fantastic guitar player, whiskey drinker, and chomper of cigars rolled on the thighs of Native American virgins.

Extra
Cast is a devout Catholic, and keeps an ever-fluctuating list of his sins hidden in the glove compartment of his Chevelle - bad deeds in red ink, good deeds in black. Before gaining powers he was eyeing saving up for a potential stint in Las Vegas. He may still go, just with a little peace pipe puffin' partner in the passengers perch.

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Alexia

Alexia Lauren Gantz

Nicknames/Aliases:
Hazzer

Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Height
5' 10"

Weight
127lbs

Allegiance:
Unknown

Personality:
Alexia is a reserved person, who usually keeps to herself and doesn't talk more than necessary. She is introverted in nature, which plays a part in her distaste for social interaction. Despite keeping mainly to herself, Alexia manages to display her intellect in other ways. She is able to keep a level and rational head in the most heated situation, and uses this to great effect in combat. Her fashion is understated as well in order to not attract attention to herself. She would rather her brother take the spotlight.

Backstory:
Alexia can't remember much from before she and her brother were abandoned, and Arik tells her the same. The furthest she can remember were their days already on the streets of the city, when she was five years old. As far as she can recall, she had always had her power, though was unable to do much in the way of creating chemicals within her body. The most that occurred was the accidental activation and transformation of chemicals in the environment around her. She remembers her brother, without any power, doing everything he could to keep the two of them alive.
Life was like this for a long time, until at the ages of nine and eleven Arik manifested an ability of his own, and a powerful one at that. He was quickly recognized by individuals of questionable morals. They offered protection, and her brother accepted. After that their lives became more comfortable. The organization soon realized the potential for Alexia's power, and soon after began using her to make drugs which they could then sell for massive profit. While she knew she was only being used, it afforded her the opportunity to learn how to better put her ability to use. By learning more about chemicals amd chemistry, she was able to vastly expand her possibilities. Eventually, the two started to get paid decent cuts of the money they brought in, as the organization had decided they were loyal enough to officially be taken in.
By the time she was twenty, the two had become high ranking members, and were living a life of luxury. They had become accustomed to their lives in crime, and at this point no longer had any objections to it.

Carried Weapons/Items:
One Heckler & Koch 4.6x30mm HKMP7a1, with an AG36 rail mounted 40mm launcher. This is carried in a shoulder holster.
Four spare magazines.
Five 40mm grenades prefilled with various chemicals.
Five empty 40mm grenades, ready to be filled.

Superpowers:
Chemokinesis
Alexia is able to create and manipulate chemicals. They ways in which she utilizes these chemicals can vary widely depending on the situation, though she is able secrete them from her skin, make them airborne in her breath, and implement them into her bodily fluids, such as blood and saliva. The chemicals she can create are limited only by her vast knowledge of chemical structure, which she has expanded by reading literature on the subject. Along with this, Alexia is immune to the effects of any chemicals, unless she wills the effects to take place. These chemicals can be toxic, corrosive, combustible, explosive, and generally hazardous in many ways.

Skills:
Not as physically strong as her brother, Alexia preferred focusing on agility rather than force. She is quick on her feet and has an adequate handle on freerunning for quicker navigation through obstacles.

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Arik

Arik Frederick Gantz

Nicknames/Aliases:
Viscerous
Viss

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Height
6' 3"

Weight
207lbs

Allegiance:
Unknown

Personality:
Quite the opposite of his sister, Arik is an arrogant and brash man. He often talks loudly and openly, unafraid to push his way into social interactions. He is fearless thanks to his ability, convinced he is nearly immortal. He has a go-big-or-go-home mentality, using the wealth he acquired in his crimes to buy expensive clothing and weaponry. This mentality extends even to the ammunition he prefers, choosing exclusively .50 caliber weapons. Because of his boisterous ways, he is the face of the duo, making all the extravagant speeches and public appearances to put fear in the masses. In a fight he is relentless, not willing to back down until dead or ordered to.

Backstory:
Arik had always known why the two of them were out of the street, but never told his sister out not wanting to upset her. It had started when Alexia first manifested her ability. She had been manipulating household chemicals in various ways, and once their parents discovered it was because of her, they wanted to throw her out of the house. Arik would not allow this to happen while he lived there, and so one night he ran out of the house with his sister in his arms.
Life outside a home was not easy. Every day was a challenge to survive. Finding sustenance, fending off stray animals, and even finding shelter against the elements themselves. Years passed this way, and it strengthened his body and mind.
After developing his power, Arik's life took a significant turn. Unlike his sister's, his was an instinctual ability. It was as if his body knew exactly what to do. Within a week he had learned how to absorb matter, and soon After soon after discovered how to use that mass to create constructs. With a good deal of training, he learned how to modify his body as well.
It wasn't long after this that a crime syndicate noticed his activities as he tried to provide for his sister. He was approached and offered protection for himself and his sister, and he accepted without hesitation. They began using him to aid in robberies, as Arik was able to quickly heal his own wounds and in doing so could take out more people in direct combat. The pain was a motivation to learn more about his ability, and he soon realized he was able to shut off his pain receptors completely. This made the experience significantly better, though Arik still feared his own mortality. He was worried a shot to the head would be fatal, and began working out a solution. Over time, Arik expanded his consciousness throughout his entire body. With this development, in his mind, Arik had become immortal.
Due to his progress in his power, Arik became much more bold. He stepped up to the heads of the organization and told them he wanted a position of higher standing if he were to continue working for them, something with much better pay. Taking his loyalty and his overwhelming ability into account, they quickly agreed to improve his station. With this, his and his sister's lives both improved greatly, and he was able to further provide for her.

Carried Weapons/Items:
Two stainless steel Magnum Research .50 AE Desert Eagles, well worn and distressed from use. The pair is meant to be wielded akimbo, one being left handed and the other right handed. He carries these in leather holsters on his hips.
Eight extended magazines for his pistols, with a capacity of 10 rounds.
An Umlaut Industries .50 Beowolf AR, which he stores within his body using his power.
Four extended magazines for his AR, with a 15 round capacity.
A Tactical Imports .50 BMG GM6 Lynx, also kept hidden within his body, the barrel retracted to save space.
Four extended magazines for his sniper rifle, with a 10 round capacity.
Three Vivienne Westwood rings; a silver Armour ring on his right middle finger, a silver Knuckle ring on his left index finger, and a silver Knuckleduster ring on his left ring finger.
A Maserati tourbillion cronograph watch on his right wrist.
Regardless of what he is wearing underneath, Arik always wears his Dudes Boutique Dark 8 Monster jacket made of python and stingray skin.

Superpowers:
Biokinesis
Arik is capable of manipulating any biological mass that he has physical contact with, including his own body. He can freely change the makeup of this mass in ways scientifically impossible. For example, he can change plant cells to animal cells, and change the state of matter the mass is in at will. He is capable of absorbing mass for later use, however this mass does increase his weight. By altering the density of his body, he manages to retain his natural appearance. This said, Arik is capable,of altering his body in any way he chooses, including changing his looks, adding limbs, and completely changing his form if he so chooses. As if this weren't enough, Arik can create new life with the mass he controls, though these creations are usually of low intelligence. Not being a neural mapper, Arik does not know much about the exact workings of brains. The work around he has developed for this matter is the cloning of brains. He can duplicate his own mind if he chooses, or those of others if he is allowed to copy the layout of their brain.

Skills:
Arik is a proffesional boxer, and a damned good one. In his career he has lost three out of his forty-seven fights.
Arik is a self trained marksman. He is capable of two inch groupings at the maximum effective range of just about any firearm, and can manage to hit targets up to a hundred yards outside that range.

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