Possession - Sharing her consciousness with inanimate objects, she can control them at will.
Misty Illusions - Atmospheric conditions permitting, Hime-sama can create realistic illusions up to no bounds.
Lost World - For those unfortunate to fall victim to her wrath; she can attach herself to another to trap them in a coma-like state, lost in an infinite loop such as walking down the same street or up a never ending staircase.
• Skills: Singing, Drawing, Sneaking
• Inventory: Teddy Bear, Microphone, Crayons
"Hey hey, Miss~" It was an awful day outside. The sky was blue, but there was no birds. No clouds, no trees, no shelter from the sun. A lonely mother walked by, as packed as a camel trying to bring her groceries to her car. 100 Fahrenheit and the morning star's rays burned bare skin with a slight simmer. One of her oranges slipped out, but she manage to catch it by squeezing her bags together. No time to be aware of the little girl calling her name.
"Hey, Miss~ I Drew a picture!" It was an awful day outside. The sky was blue, but here was no birds. No clouds, no trees, no shelter from the sun. A sweating mother walked by. Orange caught between her bags as she raced to the car. 100 Fahrenheit and the morning star's rays burned her bare skin with a slight simmer. She manged to glance at the girl calling out to her, giving a polite smile as she walked on to her car.
"Miss~ Do you want to see my picture?" It was an awful day outside. The sky was blue, but there were no birds. No wind, no sound, no people nearby to help the frantic mother walking by. Trying just to get one step closer to her car so she could put away her groceries. Again the mother smiled at the little girl offering to share her picture. Again she turned her focus on getting to her car. And again she walked down the same sad parking lot; ignoring the cute little girl with her hands as full as it was already.
Until the mother couldn't make another step. Collapsing next to her parked car, unable to put away her grocieries in this dying heat. She could only rest; dehydrated and out of breath, she closed her eyes.
Appearance: Bethany has deep green eyes and red hair. She stands five-foot-five and weighs in at 150 pounds. She has red horns, black bat wings, and a black tail with a cute, heart-shaped tip.
Powers: Hellwater- Bethany can control, create and curse water. This cursed water looks like an oil slick, and burns both body and soul like sulfuric acid.
True Form: Bethany can turn herself into a fifty-foot venomous snake, but only has the power to hold this form for a couple of minutes.
Self-Resurrection: If killed, Bethany will simply be reborn in her father's domain, the icy waters of the Seas of Envy. That said, it's a really painful couple of days, so she prefers to survive.
Skills: Deceit, manipulation.
Three days. Three long, miserable days scaling the volcanic Mount Furira, at the center of the lands of Wrath. Three days with no company save the damned souls unable to even scream at the torture of having molten fire ceaselessly poured their throats. But now, Bethany was near the summit, and the final challenge of her midterm awaited.
The balrog lurked on the caldera rim, its fiery skin ablaze with rage. Too easy. Bethany let loose a little grin as she conjured a ball of Hellwater and sent it screaming towards the beast... only to watch in horror as her strike evaporated before its heat. Ugh. Guess I'm going to have to do it the old-fashioned way, she thought as she took her mighty serpentine form, wrapping around the balrog to crush it.
The balrog's fire burned even hotter as it realized it was in serious danger. The pain was the worst Bethany had ever experienced, but she squeezed tighter and tighter, digging into its flesh. Now, it was a matter of who would break first. After what seemed like an eternity, the balrog's struggles lessened, and with one final effort, Bethany crushed its chest into embers. She turned back into her human form, body covered in burns, took the balrog's obsidian heart as her trophy, and started back down the mountain to return to the school.
Other: Bethany's father is Leviathan, Demon Lord of Envy and second in power to Lucifer himself, the Serpent in the Garden of Eden and The Beast of Revelation.
Name: Justin Case Title: Dr. Minaccia Species: Human Abilities: Enhanced Intellect: Justin Case is one of the smartest people in the entire world, and when it comes to robotics and artificial intelligence, he may very well be the brightest. He had a brief period of fame upon developing a particularly intelligent AI for use in surgeries, but since his brother was accepted into one of the primary hero teams, he has since faded into anonymity. His intelligence allows him to develop technologies far more advanced than what is currently available, especially where his specialization is concerned.
Tinkering: Justin Case is a natural born inventor, capable of creating amazing works of technology in relatively poor conditions and with cheap materials. This extends to nearly all fields of study, but he is by far most effective when it comes to robotics and the creation of AI. Combined with his intellect, it allows him to be a true mad scientist.
Skills: Analysis, Repairs/Tinkering, Monologuing
Inventory: Pandora's Box: A small backpack on Justin's back, the device has numerous uses, as well as a massive battery life. It is capable of acting as a jet pack, an air tank, can sense the surroundings in 360 degrees, can form into numerous tendrils for movement or manipulation of the environment, as well as transform into and tool he owns or store object that can fit into the moderate space left over. Houses the AI known as Pandora. It is the only invention of his that lacks a major weakness.
Pandora: An Artificial intelligence housed in the aptly named "Pandora's Box." It is capable of managing complex systems, analyzing the environment and informing Justin of optimal choices, as well as controlling any of Justin's robots as well as Pandora's Box, usually in the event that he is rendered unconscious. Despite a very high degree of intelligence, it lacks a true personality, and it's creativity is limited to what Justin has programmed it to think. It's weakness is situations with no clear solution, where Justin is also not capable of giving instructions.
Armilius Mk II: The strongest and largest robot in Justin's repertoire, this hulking 20 foot monstrosity of steel and weaponry is designed to be lethal. It is equipped with dozens of missile launchers, machine guns, a force field that can protect against small firearms almost entirely, and armor that rivals heavy tanks in durability. In direct combat, it is very difficult to stop. Luckily for most, it has several weaknesses: A pitiful speed, an exhaust port that acts as a weak point, an inability to swim or jump, and a battery life of only 5 minutes, as well as limited ammo. Due to it's high lethality and how difficult it would be to repair or rebuild, the Armilius is only called upon for the greatest of emergencies.
Tarrare Beta: Roughly 8 feet in length, Tarrare Beta is the newest of Justin's robots, having been completed a few weeks before the midterms. It is far weaker than the Armilius, and possesses far fewer weapons, the only armaments being incredibly sharp claws and "teeth," the ability to generate immense amounts of heat, and a great degree of strength (Nothing compared to the Armilius, but enough to make even an ogre stagger). It's true power is it's regeneration - on contact with any metal, the Tarrare will immediately begin to absorb and heat the metal to very high temperatures, bonding with it and repairing any damage it suffers. This effect persists until the core is destroyed, or the battery runs out (which would take over 2 days of constant activity). The way to defeat the Tarrare reliably is to throw it into water, or take it somewhere it cannot come into contact with metal, where it is reduced to merely being a stronger Albion Unit.
Xaphan V: The Xaphan V is a flier type, capable of flying up to 50 mph, and standing roughly 5 feet in height. It is roughly twice a strong as the average man, but it's real power is it's projectiles. Xaphan V carries large quantities of containment foam (A thick liquid requiring a great deal of strength to break out of, while remaining porous enough to allow breathing), Tranquilizers, small firearms, and nets. These projectiles can be replenished similar to the Tarrare Beta - Xaphan is able to absorb raw materials into it's body, allowing it to create more of its ammunitions. It's weakness is a relative fragility compared to other robots, and being especially vulnerable to EMPs and electrical attacks - even more so than other of Justin's robots. Thanks to it's non-lethal nature and versatility, Xaphan V is the primary robot mostly relied on for typical encounters.
Pixies: Small drones that are almost exclusively used for Recon. They are perfectly expendable, can see in 360 degrees, and possess several cameras and microphones, recording in infrared and night vision modes as well as normal. They possess no combat application, other than possibly smacking into small enemies. Justin has 5, but can produce more at a rate of 1 a day, with his current production capabilities.
Albion Units: The most typical robots seen in Justin's entourage. They stand at 6 feet tall, and are about twice as strong as the normal man. They can be equipped with countless different armaments, from small firearms to sharp blades, and are mostly used as cannon fodder. Their weakness is a relatively simple AI, making them only capable of carrying out simple commands unless remotely controlled. They were initially created to do manual labor, but are now planned to serve as a cheap alternative to henchman for bolstering a villain's army. Justin currently has 3, but can produce more at a rate of 1 per week, with his current production capabilities.
"You really couldn't think of anything better, professor?"
The test was complex in it's simplicity. Justin nearly dropped his Evil Persona in surprise when he realized the lack of challenge, for what supposedly was a test to weed out the weak. The room was a perfect dome, the walls lacking any sort of foothold or crack, and there were two doors on either side - one where he had just come through, and another on the other side, locked with an almost ridiculous amount of plating. With the raw amount of armor on the door, he doubted even the Armilius could bust through in the 3 minutes given to accomplish the test.
"It is by no means a simple test, Mr. Case. Many have failed it before, trust me."
Looking up, he saw his objective - roughly 100 feet in the air, there was a small lever connected to the ceiling, which he had been told would open up the locked door if pulled in the next 3 minutes. If not opened by then, the door he walked through would close, trapping him inside. Justin turned to his side, staring into the large and exaggerated mouth of the Tarrare Beta. He had been allowed to bring in one of his robots, along with any device he wished. Tarrare Beta had been the newest addition to his army - one that he had been working on since h came to school. The school had refused to grant him access to a laboratory, and he had to make do with any tools he could create on his own from scrap or stolen materials. Still, even with the slow progress and countless sleepless nights, the Tarrare Beta was a work of art that Justin was proud of. A shame that it's first debut was in this environment - he had no doubt that it could simply walk through the metal plated door, absorbing it as it went.
But where was the fun in that?
"2 Minutes and 30 seconds remaining, Mr. Case."
"Of course, of course - Dr. Minaccia shall decimate this poor attempt at a test in a matter of seconds."
Unlike other times he played as 'Dr. Minaccia,' Justin felt that he meant what he said that time. The device connected to his back immediately shifted growing two large protrusions similar to wings, and a gentle hum indicated that they were active. Pandora took care of the movements, moving him slowly upwards while two small wires extended 10 feet ahead, moving to sense any traps.
By the time the professor called out the 2 remaining minutes, the lever was pulled, and the large metal door opened, no trick to be found on the way up. The test was laughably easy. On the way down, Justin was sure to pause mid walk, standing between the professor and one skeleton among hundreds of bones that lined the outskirts of the dome. Pandora gathered a sample, and Justin continued to walk. An emotionless, cold voice echoed in his ear.
"Human DNA - Male, 15 years old, deceased for roughly 1 year."
It was a message. The test wasn't easy on accident - it was one that had killed dozens of students who were unable to fly or otherwise reach the lever in time, not escaping through the door they came through. The school was showing him how dangerous it was - perhaps trying to weed out the psychologically weak, the fearful. It was showing him that there were tests with dire consequences, and he may not be so well equipped for the next one.
Justin managed to see the Professor smirk at Justin, before the door closed behind Tarrare Beta, dutifully following it's creator. As soon as the door closed, Justin vomited onto the floor, bile quickly pooling on the ground at his feet. He stepped away, and Tarrare quickly moved onto the liquid, evaporating the fluid so as to hide Justin's weakness from the school.
What the hell is wrong with this place.
Other: Justin was once Atheist, but since being exposed to the supernatural, has adopted Judaism as a temporary belief while he searches for the 'correct' one.
Justin compulsively adds weak points to every one of his inventions, even if it does not need them to function - it is merely to keep in line with his "Evil inventor" persona, yet he has found it nearly impossible to break the habit.
💔 Abilities: As an imp, Pucca’s powers naturally stem from her demonic blood. With them come an arsenal of trickery and other minute annoyances at her disposal.
— Snap Back:With but a snap of her fingers, Pucca can do a lot of things. Play to the beat, entertain small brats, and annoy people. For whatever Pucca is looking at, a spark will suddenly appear in its spot with just a snap of her fingers. To compensate for this absurd range of hers, the sparks are generally not that powerful, hardly even fireworks worthy. Instead, they’re more efficient in draining the battery life of technology for some reason. And scaring the shit out of people when they’re not looking.
— Flight:All imps have wings for a reason, and Pucca’s aren’t just for show. With them, she can fly to significant heights or just choose to hover when she’s feeling lazy. The highest she’s ever flown was about two stories non-stop. But it’s hardly a feat worth praising over when one remembers she was trying to run away from the cops. She had just finished painting their cars sherbet-pink.
— Scissor Hand:Sometimes the most effective powers are the most dickish. And frankly, Pucca’s Scissor Hand ability has gotten her yelled at many a time. With this power Pucca can sharpen anything she touches with simple hand contact. The smaller the object is, the sharper it becomes whereas the inverse is true for greater sizes. While it might not sound like much, it’s proven to be the coup de grace of many memorable pranks.
💔 Skills: In addition to a natural affinity for demonic energies and negativity, Pucca has an uncanny skill to shrug off blame or persecution. Though honestly, it can be viewed as less of an attribute and more just her unwillingness to take responsibility for her actions. If nothing else, it can be said stubbornness is her greatest skill. She can also give a good manicure too.
💔 Inventory: Imps aren’t known for the trinkets and tools they carry around. But a proper prankster always has the trick of a thousand sleeves rolled into one. And for Pucca, that sacred blessing comes in the form of some pretty potent nail polish she carries around everywhere. Able to summon it at will at any time, it’s notable for being a demonic brand and bringing with it a pungent, albeit initial, scent. It's probably made from rattlesnake poison. She's also been known to carry around spare change and other coins. Mostly pennies. Just cause.
“There’s no point trying to hide it~” A pained whine rung from somewhere down the hall, preaching music to her ears. It could have been anyone, sure, but the mistress of calamity knew all the markings of a prank done well. “No point in trying evade it.” Another yowl sang to the air, this one almost making her heart beat in flutter. Oooh, that sounded like it hurt!
“I know I got a problem~” As she skipped down the halls, she had the luxury of passing by the office she was looking for. In big, bold letters the room was marked as, Head of Security. “Problem with misbehaving ♫~” And there it was, right on cue. Just as she skipped past the room, a yelp of pain screeched in her general direction.
This one was a bit lower in pitch, more mature in depth, but a pained squeal was a squeal all the same. “If you fall for me, I’m not easy to please ♪~” Sneaking into the office building was one thing. Turning every single pen into guaranteed scars for your hand was even easier. “I might tear you apart, told you from the start, baby from the start~”
Yet all the yelps and cries? That initial spark of vocal variety that let everyone around you know you had just touched a thumb tack? Priceless. “I’m only gonna break, break ya, break, break ya heart. I’m only gonna break, break ya, break, break ya heart ♬~” It was a small dosage of chaos, something to jumpstart her day.
But hey, if they were just gonna let anyone waltz into their office then Pucca was gonna take the time to mess with them. Not like they were doing any fine work anyway. Devlish smirk curled on her lips, she began touching the doorknobs to random entry ways next, turning each as sharp as needles for anyone wanting to get through.
Oh, she’d be remembering the pitch of everyone’s voices, their annoyance a drug to her craving to disaster. Especially the Head of Security. Pucca made a mental note to swing by the lady’s room a second time once she was done swooping this floor. And hey, if she was ever caught, she could always pin the blame on that blonde intern.
“I’m only gonna break, break ya, break, break ya heart. I’m only gonna break, break ya, break, break ya heart~”
• Name: Eris Reinhardt • Title: Dust of Eclipse • Species: Dusk Valkyrie • Abilities: While the true extent of Eris' power is something that not even she knows for sure, the abilities that she reliably depends on are the following:
Valkyrian Physiology: innate abilities of a Valkyrie, like superhuman physical capabilities and martial skill as well as flight, etc.
Dusk Flames: the corrupted, unquenchable flames of a Valkyrie that has been tainted by darkness. This ability allows the creation, shaping and control of these flames at Eris' will.
Rune Magic: magic derived by the interpretation and combination of ancient runes, also known as Dark Écriture when used in its corrupted form. While it's not as powerful as some other forms of magic, its versatility is unmatched.
• Skills: Eris' greatest skills comes from her passionate love for fashion and clothing in general. Not only is she a skilled connoisseur of everything related to the matter but also a couturiere fascinated by the trappings of epoch clothing. Furthermore, it's said that Eris is very adept at the tasks required of a housemaid but no one ever got any confirmation about these rumors.
• Inventory:
Demon Sword Dainsleif: a Demonic Sword of immense power forged in the depths of Hel by a dwarf smith consumed by grief after the loss of everything he held deal. A cut from this blade will never heal unless its curse is broken. It's said that those who yield this blade will inevitably be consumed by an unending bloodlust and dark thoughts. Maybe this explains a few things about Eris, erm... personality.
"Tsc! Such a pitiful task is hardly worth the effort," Eris said as she appraised a piece of dark fabric said to have been made from the silk of the Underworld's moths. A fine piece of cloth that certainly couldn't be acquired anywhere else other than in this destitute, dark world of demons, neither by anyone who didn't have the means to pay the exorbitant prices it could cost.
"Why do I need to fight these undeserving fools when there are better alternatives to it?" The young Valkyrie said as she began to cut and sew the cloth, according to a design that stood on her desk. "Nevertheless, I must admit that this is one of my best works; even I'm impressed with myself this time. I can achieve a result through my skills, why would I resort to something as boorish as fighting?" Eris said to herself as she admired her work.
Indeed, why would Eris ever bother with Midterms when she could simply bribe her way out of them? And, what better way to it than sweeten the decision-making process of a few of her most perverted teachers with an album full of pictures of herself dressed many... exquisite outfits? If that didn't work, Eris was all too eager to remind her teachers that she had parents in a higher place—both literally and figuratively— that would be very displeased to know that she got held back just because she didn't want to fight a ten feet tall, cyborg dinosaur ninja for her Midterms tests.
Spells based on the concept of opposites and contradictions, described as Love (positive), Terror (negative), and Madness (contradiction).
Force Fields - Manifestation of Absolute Terror
Telepathy - Manifestation of Absolute Love
Electricity - Using opposing charges
Temperature - Using extreme heat and extreme cold
Teleportation - Contradiction of the concepts of 'Near' and 'Far'
Regeneration - Contradiction of Life and Death
Pocket Dimension - Contradiction of the concepts of 'Inside' and 'Outside'
Gifting Powers - Contractually binding
Limited Wish-granting - as part of contract
Skills:
Understands fashion, accessorizing, cooking, baking, school drama, boys, romance, etc. Empathetic, good at offering emotional support. Basically whatever makes him the best "girl's best friend" he can possibly be.
Sample Post:
"Aren't you an ally of justice? A force for good?" the test proctor asked, sitting across the decadent mahogany table. For some reason, demons loved mahogany.
A streak of annoyance flashed across Annatar's young, boyish face, though the placid, condescending smirk never left. "I can see why you would think that. Mentoring teams of pastel-clad girls who use their bright, magical powers to fend off the darkness and fulfill their dreams does give one a certain type of reputation. But tell me, what do you consider the greatest evil?"
Already bored with the conversation, the proctor simply stated, "I suppose that was rhetorical?"
"It's Free Will, of course," Annatar continued as if not hearing the proctor, "Free Will and Chaos, one begets the other. You may not know this, but I come from another plane of existence, well, to be precise, I come from the uncomfortable place between planes of existences. The space between space, the darkness within the darkness. And it is only in planes of existence that you have these 'rules', 'physical laws' as you call them. Annoying things, they maintain order; and in society, they maintain the good. Order opposes Chaos, Law opposes Free Will. I simply gave the girls what they wanted, and the power to attain more of what they wanted. Of course, everyone thinks that they want good in the beginning. But that's not what they really wanted, and in the end, it's definitely not what they got."
"Riight...so why are you here? Why aren't you still out there 'sowing chaos'?"
This time Annatar frowned, and seeing the smug look on the proctor's face let Annatar know that the proctor knew very well the reason. There had been an insurrection. The girls rejected his machinations and took advantage of some bullshit loophole in their contract. To this day, they continued to flaunt the powers he gave them and continued to provide help and comfort for the world. Without realizing it, Annatar's breathing had quickened and his fists were tightly clenched. Damn this physical form and it's involuntary, physical reactions. "Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands," Annatar said vaguely, slowing his breath and unclenching his fists. The proctor didn't buy it. "Alright, I fucked up," Annatar said, throwing his hands up in exasperation as his body lost its shape and flowed like cream until it coalesced into his creature form, sitting on top of the table. Strangely, he felt more comfortable in this form. "I'm here to fix my reputation, to find new allies, and most of all, to take revenge. So if that's all, I have a midterm to take."
"Yes, yes you do. And as far as I'm concerned, you've passed the first part."
"WHAT?!"
"This was an interview, but you can also think of it as psychological profiling," the proctor explained, "We were on the fence about you, but I think you'll do fine. You have a few other tests to take though, better get to it."
"Great!" Annatar exclaimed as he bounded off the table, but before leaving, he arched back to look at the proctor, "You seem like a decent fellow, if you enter into a contract with me, I can grant..."
• Name: Gary Profumo Harding • Title: Malicious Missionary of the Church of Voguish Rogues • Species: Vampire
• Abilities: Vampiric Curse - The curse of the vampire bestows many ill and beneficial effects. As for the beneficial ones, these enhance his natural five senses to being peak condition, while bestowing him the endurance and strength of many men which is to that that of superhuman qualities. His endurance lets him regenerate slowly over time but retaining scars from rather serious injuries. And the endurance also keeps him from dying as long as it is not via the natural light of the sun, a stake through the heart or being soaked to death via holy water.
Lord of the Crawling Night - Like many Vampires, Mister Harding has the ability to telepathically command and understand nocturnal creatures, these include such creatures as bats, wolves and rats.
Vampiric Touch - Vampires need to feed and they are very good at it; Gary has a wicked set of canines and can latch on hard to targets to satiate his eternal bloodlust. If he drains enough blood, he can turn them into spawn creatures who serve him much like nocturnal creatures instinctively do.
Shapes of the Sinister - Gary has the ability to turn into the forms of a bat, a wolf, and that of mist while retaining the ability of speech. As bat or a mist, Gary can fly as he needs, while as a wolf he is a bit faster than usual. The mist kicks in automatically when he has taken wounds that would kill him but due to their nature don't actively kill him.
Craven Climbing and Weaseling - These abilities involve the ability to move about on any vertical surface with ease or going through small holes while seemingly retaining his appearance.
• Inventory: The Dastardly Book of Dick - This is Gary's most prized position; an obsidian tome kept firmly shut by a red lock keeping human-hide pages safe from damage. It has been enchanted to always return to Gary and can weather any sort of beating thrown from it. This is his unholy book.
Coffin - Gary keeps and maintains a lovely oak coffin, which he always gets varnished on a weekly basis. It is filled with, and surrounded by, his ancestral soil and will respawn in it if he is killed in a manner that isn't a stake through the heart, the sun, or holy water.
• Sample Post: The day had come, that day that pretty much every student had feared; mid-terms. These frightened even mundane students, but they had a more sinister meaning in Hell. And Gary, he did not study at all for them. It was less due to a cocky arrogance, but rather due to the tenacious and steadfast belief to the values held in the Dastardly Book of Dick. He had read the unholy grimoire night after night every day and had taken in its values knowing full well how he was going to succeed in these mid-terms.
He was gonna cheat like a motherfucker.
Harding stood at a pulpit holding the Book of Dastardly as he stared at a collection of rats and bats. With a great pride he rose the book high above the pulpit as he began pacing back and forth, now it was time to begin the ceremonial speech.
"What is it that truly matters in life, or unlife as the case may be? Is it success? Is it money? Could it be fortune? Fame? No. These values are lies that have been spread by individuals who have lost faith; who have lost what it truly means to be evil. It is not about success, as many of the greatest villains, nay ALL the great villains lost when the big moment came. Money? Money is but a tool, a tool that blinds us from seeing the forest from the trees. Fame? Fame is fleeting, temporary, you might be the big shot villain one day but the next day a new generation will come who will outshine you. No what truly matters..." Gary extended his arms out wide and smiled.
"Is evil, for the sake of evil! CHEATING JUST TO LET THEM KNOW YOU CHEATED! IT IS ABOUT STYLE, PRESENTATION! WHAT MATTERS IS BEING EVIL JUST TO BE EVIL REGARDLESS OF THE CONSEQUENCES AS SAY THE UNHOLY WORD OF DICK!"
Gary clutched his fist and began laughing maniacally. "NOW GO MY PETS! COMMIT ATROCITIES FOR THE MERE SAKE OF IT!"
• Other: He compulsively counts small objects if thrown near him, cannot cross a running river or enter a place of residence without permission at least once. Evil is all around us.
• Appearance: Unknown. Captain Endemia has yet to be seen without their specialized hazmat suit on. It's a typical yellow hazmat suit modified with armor plates, most of which have a biohazard warning sign. The helmet of the suit has a full face visor tinted black and only a faint swirling mist can be seen through it on the outside. • Name: Cassidy Arkwright • Title: Captain Endemia • Species: Human • Abilities: Ultimate Host - Captain Endemia was born with the perfect body to host, and not suffer the effects of, any disease.
• Skills: Knowledge of diseases - Captain Endemia knows everything there is to know about disease and how to spread them, even diseases that aren't normally contagious. Their preferred method of spreading disease is with a mysterious fluid made through means they refuse to discuss.
• Inventory: Powered Hazmat Suit - This armored suit protects Captain Endemia from harm, but the primary intent is to keep the outside world safe from the diseases in their body. While the helmet has a glass face, the heavy tinting along with a mysterious swirling mist obscures their face from the outside.
The Bubble - A small, mobile fortress where Captain Endemia can truly feel at home and even remove their armor without the risk of unleashing a plague.
Captain Endemia's Heralds of Plague - Despite the intimidating name, they're really just RC cars and drones with misting fans attached filled with the Captain's mysterious disease cocktails.
• Sample Post:
The mighty treads of The Bubble tore the road apart as it sped towards its destination. The Pleasesantville Shopping Mall. Within The Bubble, Captain Endemia double checked the contents of the canisters on the Heralds of Plague. "Easily more than enough. I could probably get everyone in town with this if everything wasn't so spread out. Easiest hundred all year."
As The Bubble neared the mall, Captain Endemia begun the long process of getting back in their armor. While they wanted to spread disease, such a vulgar method as simply walking through a crowd in normal clothing was tacky, uninspired, and would likely lead to the proctor tossing the Captain into some sort of demonic hell vent or a dire pit of spikes. Such thoughts frightened Captain Endemia to some degree, but mostly because it would be a waste of their unique gift. The Captain sighed dreamily as they pictured a world ravaged by the wondrous gift of disease. What lifeforms would survive such a world? Would the Captain be left alone, or would others share their gift?
Before much thought could be put into this, The Bubble alerted the Captain to the fact that they had arrived, and naturally, the police had formed a blockade, in the vain hope that they could stop The Bubble. However, Captain Endemia decided to humor them for a moment and stopped The Bubble. Turning on a speaker system, Endemia's heavily filtered voice boomed out to the police.
"I, Captain Endemia, come bearing gifts. However you seem intent on stopping me for some unknown reason. Perhaps you do not understand, perhaps you assume I am some sort of... Domestic terrorist? Please understand, I am simply here to share my joy with all of mankind."
A hatch under The Bubble slid open and dropped one of Captain Endemia's Heralds of Plague, a fast moving black RC car adorned with flame decals, which raced towards the thin blue line that was determined to stop progress. A few of them opened fire, but couldn't keep up with the zigzagging path and the herald unleashed a sickly green mist on the blockade, causing them to scatter.
"Gentlemen, behold the first of my gifts. The gum disease, GINGIVITIS!"
A shrill bell rang out, startling Captain Endemia and telling them they need to get outside now. RIGHT NOW.
A stern looking demon holding a clipboard stepped out from behind a nearby tree and approached The Bubble.
"Cassidy Arkwright! I am very disappointed in you! Gingivitis? Of all the diseases, you choose gingivitis? I expect an explanation for why you're wasting everyone's time with this pathetic display!"
Stepping out of The Bubble, Cassidy jogged to the test proctor.
"Sir, I just thought... Gingivitis would be funny I guess?" "Funny? We're not here for funny, we're here for evil." "Well yeah, but-" "No buts!" "But!" "NO! BUTS!"
Before the proctor could continue, the faint sound of clacking caused his ears to perk up. "Uhh, boss? That human skin you gave us melted off." Behind him stood a crowd of bleached white skeletons in poorly fitting police uniforms. "Well, I suppose you passed Cassidy. Next time you should try explaining yourself before I get worked up." "But..."
• Other: Captain Endemia's voice comes out heavily distorted while in the suit. Anything they say is still understandable, but makes the tone of their voice imperceptible. (I.E. their happy tone and angry tone sounds the same.)
• Abilities: Euclidean Compaction - Using the dark powers of forbidden geometry, Maricola is able to fold it's spatial structure in order to compact itself down into an androgynous humanoid roughly four feet in height, thus allowing it to function more or less as a person would.
Ultimate Cells - A starspawn is a kind of biological singularity, a being of perfect simplicity and adaptability possessing extensive control over it's own body and the ability to self-repair, self-replicate, and self-evolve at mind-boggling speeds. Sadly, said biological singularity also includes a very simple brain.
Primeval Cells - Likewise, by sloughing off a portion of it's own cells and allowing them to assimilate a native life form, Maricola can spawn and telepathically command a city-menacing kaiju perfect for battling with giant robots or other oversize space aliens. Sadly, the complications of having such primitive three-dimensional biology inflicted upon them causes the imperfect organism to decay into watery mush after roughly 24 hours of rampaging, or once it's core is significantly compromised.
Interstellar Cells - Finally, as a fragment of a greater being itself, Maricola is in constant communication with it's parent body and is able to consult it for advice. Sadly, the main body Maricola comes from is just as out-of-touch as Maricola is in the ways of puny earthfolk, but it tries.
• Skills: N O L I F E S K I L L S
• Inventory: Taiwanese bootleg action figure in the likeness of Omegaman, Maricola's de-facto archnemesis and favorite superhero.
Maricola and her test proctor, the endlessly put-upon Doctor Dreary, overlooked a fearsome battle between the shining defender of Space Justice, Omegaman, and some sort of googly-eyed giant lizard thing that the local authorities would doubtless have thought up a catchy codename for by now. Dreary was attempting to get some light grading work in as Maricola tugged the hem of his robe and pointed to the fight.
"Look, professor! It's Omegaman! The REAL Omegaman!"
"You don't say."
"Uh-huh! He's super duper strong and always beats the monsters down flat!"
"Really now."
"Yeah, I know because I watch him e~very week!"
"That's because you fight him every week, you twit."
Doctor Dreary shuffled his papers in search of Maricola's midterm evaluation.
"Forty-nine weeks running and not a single victory. What, exactly, does that pea-sized brain of yours think is the objective here?"
"Uh..."
"I'll give you a hint: It involves Omegaman."
"Mmmmmmautograph?"
Dreary slapped the child across the head with his clipboard.
"Ow! Professor, if you hit me that hard I might die!"
"If only that were true."
For the first exam and a number of retakes afterwards, Doctor Dreary had thought perhaps the child had been failing intentionally, as a way of harassing him. Then he thought, perhaps, it was to show the forces of Hell they had no power over this creature, which seemed to survive anything you threw at it. It was only on the fifteenth try, when the child began cheering for it's own nemesis that Doctor Dreary had understood the true meaning behind the thing's actions: It was dumb as a rock.
"Well what am I supposed to do, smart guy?"
"...Kill him?"
"Gosh, that sounds hard."
"Well, it's a midterm exam, it's meant to be-"
Doctor Dreary was interrupted by a distant shout of OMEGA BEEEEAM and a tremendous flash of light, and both teacher and student turning just in time to see Maricola's spawn collapse into a pile of smoking mush.
"-You know what? I'm done. You pass. City officially menaced."
"You really mean it?"
"No, but I'll give you an A if you never talk to me ever again."
• Species: Demon • Abilities: Like other demons, Angela's abilities primarly revolve in manipulating the mind to achieve her goals.
Whisper: A low level of charm magic; Angela imprints her words with energy so that they remain in her interlocutor's mind. These words affect the victim's thoughts slightly and the effect grows more potent the more this spell is used on the same person. The only requirement for this to work is that the person is able to hear.
Captivate: For this spell, Angela needs the attention of the target. She stares into her target's eyes and seeps magic into their mind, making them more susceptible to her words and commands and, in general, more agreeable towards her intentions.
Glamour: A form of magic originally derived from fairies, Angela took it for her own purposes. However, since her magic is inherently demonic, it has a weakened effect. By using this, Angela hides her presence by blending in with the enviroment. As such, anyone that'd perceive her would naturally assume that her presence there is completely natural, as long as it is not too outlandish. However, if someone is aware of , they'd be able to see through the glamour.
Charm: The epitome of her magic, the all or nothing gamble. Angela casts a spell that makes the target completely fall for her and do anything she says without hesitation. However, the success rate of this spell is greatly affected by the individual's mental strength, conviction, whether or not the things he's asked to do conflict with his own morals, and many other factors. There's also the issue that, when the spell fades away, the residual traces leave the victim with a small degree of infatuation towards Angela, and they'd recognize that their actions were unnatural.
Fire Magic: Angela can use fire magic in a very basic way, her maximum output being a small fireball that's notably subpar for her spellcasting abilities. It remains good to ignite things, however.
• Skills: Angela is talented with informatics, and it has been noted that her Powerpoints and flowcharts are particularly good. She has a clear and defined speech, and her presentations are quite informative and in depth, leaving very few doubts. She also has a good understanding of the corporate ladder and bureaucratic processes. • Inventory: A tablet with a black-blue spiderweb motif encasement that she uses to note down her thoughts, read files, search around the web to check the news and other mundane uses. She had it custom made from an informatics shop in hell so thatshe can make it appear and disappear at will but, otherwise, it's a fairly regular tablet. She also has a telescopic stylus that doubles as a pointer. • Sample Post:
It was a good month for Rudolf. Last week, his boss decided that he had proven his worth enough and, as a result, he got promoted to manager, and his paycheck had been raised in consequence. Of course, this meant added responsabilities. He had to make sure that every employee was doing their job properly and some of these guys were really prone to slacking off. Rudolf understood that it was just a menial desk job and that it got boring, but at least he knew that by making an effort one could get rewarded. Like he did!
Lunch break began, and he was excited to join his fellow managers for a meal. He may even get invited to an all-manager sunday barbaque! However, he stopped when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Rudolf turned around, and saw a pretty co-worker that was asking him to share lunch. He smiled, a pleasant smile he had rehearsed in front of the mirror several times. It was very professional, too. "Ah, is she charmed by my new position?" is what he thought. Naturally, as a man that's been single for several years, when this visually appealing female showed some interest towards him and the charm of his recently earned position, he decided to ditch the all-manager lunch to spend time with this girl.
They went outside, and began chatting over some sandwiches. Rudolf didn't recognize her, but he figured she was a new employee. As a manager, it was his duty to know who everyone was, so he'd be the smooth guy and wait for any indication of her name to play it cool. He was also supposed to have initiative and take charge, so that's what he did: He started off by asking her how she was doing in her new workplace. "It's fine so far..." she said "... Everyone's nice, and the job's not too hard. But there's something off about this place..." Something off? What could she mean by this? Wait a moment... He remembered a rumor that was going around between other employees. The big boss may have ties with a local mafia! Was this what she meant!?
They continued talking about this issue, and he grew more and more concerned about the company he had been working for. The way his boss managed to get his business going so fast, it was all very shady! The company got where it was with back-alley deals, and the police can't do anything about it. If the police had their hands tied, then what could be done about it? She then said something to him and, suddenly, it all clicked on his head. He knew what to do now. Rudolf thanked her and apologized for having to leave her like that, then rushed out to his house. He knew what to do now.
The alarm blared loudly, and a hand swatted towards its general position to turn it off. Seven AM, a good time to wake up. Angela got out of her bed, and went on her usual morning routine. Brewing some black coffee, preparing some toast, and tuning in a news radio to hear as she got ready for a new day. However, she stopped on her tracks at one of the headlines: Florida Man Attempts to Demolish Local Business She listened closely to what the reporter said as she covered her face with her hands: it appeared that the perpetrator of the crime, who had rammed a truck into the building, was claiming that the company that owned the building had ties with the Yakuza, and that he had to destroy the place.
Angela couldn't believe what the radio was informing of. "How can someone be this stupid..." she muttered "... I told him he had to bring the company the company down, but he didn't have to be so literal!" She had spent a good month getting everything prepared: making the rumor spread, putting some strange numbers here and there for credibility, and even convincing the boss that Rudolf was due to a promotion so he could get the evidence! Angela wanted lawsuits and smear campaigns, not this madness!
The clock marked 7:30. Crap, if she didn't hurry, then she'd be late. She quickly finished her breakfast and got dressed for school. Perhaps if she showed up early she could convince the proctor to give her a passing grade. After all, even if things didn't go as planned, there had been some damage to the company, namely sky-high expenses to repair a truck-shaped hole in the entrance.
Exoskeleton: Flick can burn calories to rapidly grow plates of dermal armour. Taking on a dark green hue at the point of initial hardening. Under the effect of Exoskeleton Flick’s durability skyrockets letting her strike without fear of hurting herself.
Bug Physiology: Flick’s can alter the internal structure of her body to emulate that of insects. However currently she can only copy one insect’s capabilities at a time and use Exoskeleton to endure the increased strain. Simply put: it’s one thing to have the legs of a grasshopper, but without Exoskeleton her legs would burst into the pavement upon landing. Current bug physiologies she has access to are: Grasshopper, Praying Mantis, Rhinoceros Beetle and Dragonfly with a short delay between swapping characteristics, the delay further shortened if Flick limits the characteristics to select parts of her body.
Antenna Protrusions: Unlike the other characteristics of bugs that she can take on, Flick’s antennae are a permanent fixture of her visage. Giving her a natural sixth sense that detects changes in the environment and enhances her sense of smell. The effect is similar to having a panoramic view of the world
• Skills: Flick has been using her innate insect abilities to devise a kind of “Bug-Fu”.
• Inventory: A definitely cool and probably useless belt, vaguely mechanical in appearance.
“I’m going to make this simple for stupid ones among you... which is all of you. I hate you all and I don’t really want any of you to pass. However, if you all fail I’ll get a pay cut. So, I’m only going to pass one of you. A week from now I’ll be holding the test. No, I’m not going to tell you what it is. Just prepare for it however you feel will help.” As the teacher left the class burst into murmurs wondering what the test was, failing to notice Flick sitting in the front row slowly turning green. The boy sitting behind Flick was about to tap on Flick’s shoulder, presumably to ask something, before noticing the change
“OH SHI-!” an armoured green leg smashed into him, sending the row behind her scattering as the human projectile was blasted towards the back wall…
~ One Week Later ~
The teacher enters the room and sees that it’s empty apart from Flick sitting in her usual seat, front and centre.
“Where is everyone?”
“They are sick, sir.” feet resting on her desk as she reclined gently in her chair. Hands behind her head as she met the teacher’s eyes.
“All of them? Really?” the teacher’s lazy gaze fell on the not quite cleaned up blood stain caked into the back wall
“Yes sir. They all got blood noses and lost a so much blood they got hospitalized from what I hear.” Looking around the room flashes of memories came to Flick of the week before. Sidestepping an incoming punch, grabbing the arm, and wrenching it out of its socket. Kicking a desk into a far corner to keep a small group at bay. Crossing her arms over her head as a low altitude leap propelled her through the group, scattering students like a bowling ball meeting pins.
“Oh! Then they slipped on all the gushing blood from their noses and broke their legs. Quite tragic, sir.”
“So… you’re the only student still in my class?”
“Yes, sir” a smirk cracking her previous poker face
• Title: Electric Terror, Electric Emperor, Buzzy boy, Glitch, The Virus
• Species: Altered Human
• Abilities:
Electrokinesis - The ability to control and manipulate electricity, can naturally produce a limited amount but builds up storage from sapping and storing the electricity within his body.
Transmission - Able to transmit himself through electrical outlets and travel via wiring to another location through another outlet.
Static Projections - Able to make static projection clones that cannot be physically touched and have no powers of their own, he can control these clones but they cannot act independently.
• Skills: Expert guitar player, Gymnast, Hacker
• Inventory: A couple curved daggers, his modified iPod, an electronic action figure, a constant supply of sweets and a lot of business cards.
• Sample Post: Well this was not exactly what he had in mind. Hell? pfft piece of cake he had thought, those idiots wouldn't be able to lay a finger on him. Of course, as always, he had misjudged the situation. He had thought they would've played to his strengths and given him a mechanical room to run about and ruin. But alas, misfortune favoured the confident. And instead of the mechanical wonders he had hoped to face, he had found himself dashing through a dark labyrinth.
Every so often he would pass by a torch and his face of panic and shock could be seen and after him could be seen a large snake, almost as wide as the corridor and definitely able to eat the poor boy whole. The red head looked back and let out a scream. This was day 4, and until yesterday he hadn't even encountered the monstrous serpent, but after it's eyes locked onto him he hadn't been able to lose it. Out of breath and his muscles aching, his pants could be heard as he dashed down the corridor and slippedand bashed against the wall as he turned down a T junction.
"Crap crap crap, c'mon you slimey slivery guy I didn't do anything wrong I'm just looking for directions!" He yelled back at the huge thing as he sprinted away again, the hissing clear to his ears, the snapping of fangs also a fear that was closing in on him. He fired another bolt of electricity back at it, making it wince and halt for a bit before unleashing a horrific noise before continuing it's advance.
He'd slid down another corridor, his coat flapping behind him madly as he ducked into a gap. There was a flicker. The snake continued to chase the running figure before.
There was a loud screeching noise as the snake smashed through what was supposed to be Nero, but was instead, just an incorporeal clone. It plummetted off the ledge Nero had been leading it to as he stepped from the gap and looked down, waving with a smug little smirk on his face. "heh, went so much better than expected, wonder if that gets me an A+"
• Other: Nero cannot swim and has a strange fear of water.
