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[An Entry To The EMERGENCE Shared Universe Roleplay Project]
| The Mavericks | New Lilith |

| NEW LILITH |
~Shadows of Darkness~
| GM: Lord Wraith | Deputy GM: Roman |

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
W.B. Yeats


New Lilith, a towering monument to progress, a city literally caught between moving forward and in the echoes of times gone by. Skyscrapers stand side by side with elegant buildings adorned with spires and other Gothic influences. Gargoyles hang over ledges, keeping a close watch over the city below as other intricate works of stone catch the eye and attention of those who walk the manicured streets. New Lilith boosts some of the best masons in all of North America and as such the city's fine craftsmanship is one of its primary draws. This attributes to New Lilith's booming tourism industry which brings people from all over to the city nearly all year round.

But fine masonry and stone working is not the only draw that New Lilith has on tourists, the city itself is home to vast and rich history spanning nearly a thousand years from when the area was first mysteriously settled to its role during the Salem Witch Trials right up to the birth of the city's revolutionary hydroelectric dam. New Lilith is always constantly moving, like the great tide that crashes against its Eastern coast every day, giving power to the city through the dam. Some say the tide is like a heartbeat, pounding as it pumps life into the city, and anyone native to New Lilith would swear the city was alive. The ground moans and groans, as though it's waking up after a long slumber, stirring as it awakens once more.

Perhaps it's because the world is changing, twenty years ago no one would have thought of putting on a mask and taking the law into their own hands and yet in a West Coast city that is exactly what has happened. People gifted with unique abilities have begun to emerge from within the crowds, people capable of changing the course of mankind. While it may have started in the West, the effects have rippled across North America and have no washed over New Lilith, drowning the city in the rising tide. Yet the question still remains, will they usher mankind into a new era of enlightenment or plunge it into the shadows of the dark ages.

Only time will tell...

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SETTING:
| New Lilith, Rockingham County, New Hampshire State |








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THE MAIN CAST:
Lord Wraith [GM] as Winter Caspian AKA Lady Wisp
Roman [DGM] as Alexa Fumal AKA The Lantern Bearer
Stein as...
Nightrunner as Drake Castle AKA Pulse
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ANNOUNCEMENTS:
03-13-2013:
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SYNOPSIS:
Chapter I: The Fool

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"I am not a nice girl."

LADY WISP

| NAME |
Addison Winter Caspian


| NICKNAME(S) |
Winter (She prefers to be called Winter over her given name), Addi (Her father calls her this though she loathes anyone else who does so.)


| ALIAS(ES) |
Lady Wisp, (Or just simply 'Wisp')


| GENDER |
Female


| BIRTH DATE |
December 21, (Currently 20)


| HEIGHT |
5' 7"


| WEIGHT |
115lbs


| HAIR COLOUR |
Brunette with Auburn and Blonde Highlights (A ghostly, translucent white in 'Wisp Form')


| EYE COLOUR |
Brown (Pure white in 'Wisp Form')


| APPEARANCE |

Winter is a short girl, standing only about 5'-1", despite that however her body is toned from hours of working out and performing strenuous work during her tenure with the Highway Men under her father. Her tone physique grants her a slender body with accented feminine curves which would have attracted the eyes of many men without the added bonus of her 'Attractive Aura'. Winter's usual fashion includes, jeans, a tank top and a leather jacket. Naturally this is adapted to suit the colder or warmer weather depending on the season. She has an attraction towards purple and black in her wardrobe as well, though she's no stranger to wearing other colours as well. Winter has a scar on her left elbow from a bad motorcycle accident when she was first learning to ride, though it has faded over the years, it's still notable up close. She also has the tattoo of a raven in flight on the inside of her right forearm as well as a black rose on her front left hip.


| ABILITIES |
  • Half Fairy: Unbeknownst to Winter, her body is half fairy. As such, Winter has a natural aptitude and connection to magic unlike most humans who have to be taught or have to channel magical energies through words, runes or an object. Her 'Fair' half is in fact the source of all of her supernatural abilities and without it she wouldn't be anything more than a mortal. That said, Winter's magical energies are finite and can be drained temporarily through over use or by an outside source. Once fully drained, Winter's power take eight hours of rest to fully recharge which is best accomplished through sleep. Sleeping recharges Winter's abilities two times fast than they would recharge if she were awake, in a conscious state Winter's powers would take sixteen hours to recharge.

  • Wisp Form:

    While Winter appears human, she's fifty percent Fair Folk and fifty percent human. Winter can manipulate the magical energies within her body to change that ratio allowing her to increase the concentration of Fairy within her allowing her to take on a Wisp like form akin to that of her father. In this form, Winter becomes ninety percent Fairy, while remaining ten percent human. Additionally, her power level drastically increases in this form by roughly two hundred percent, however due to the higher power level and the drain on her magical energies to sustain the Wisp form, Winter's power depletes at twice the rate it normally would. While in her 'human' form, Winter can last about four hours using her powers moderately, in Wisp form however Winter is lucky to last two hours with moderate use and combat will easily drain her magical energies in under an hour. Winter's Wisp Form substantially changes her appearance as she takes a ghostly appearance, her hair, skin and eyes all take on a luminescent and translucent white colour while donning a hooded white robe. Winter's body is cloaked in a skin tight white body suit, though due to the nature of the Wisp Form it's hard to tell if she's wearing anything at all despite her body remaining void of any biological identifiers outside of her feminine shape. This form also grants Winter the ability to shrink in size while transforming into an orb of light not unlike that of her 'Wisp Fire'. This is the truest form of the 'Will O'The Wisp', and the one which is most often sighted in the legends surrounding the Fae.

  • Decelerated Ageing: Due to Winter's Fairy half, her life expectancy is much longer than that of a human's. As such, once she reaches her full maturity, Winter will start to slow in aging to the point that by her 100th birthday, she'll barely look a day over thirty. Winter will likely live to between three to four hundred years.

  • Attractive Aura: Another side effect of Winter's Fairy half is that she's more desirable to mortals. As such her body releases subliminal hormones which makes everyone around her attracted to her. Winter sees no upside to this ability in the least, though she enjoyed the benefits of it briefly while dating Jack Cobb. Despite the fact that people are attracted to Winter, this does not mean they are immediately smitten with her, merely that express a sexual desire towards her. As such, it's impossible for a mortal to find her unattractive, those with supernatural attributes however can find themselves with an overwhelming desire towards her.

  • Invisibility: Winter possesses the ability to turn her body invisible, though her scent, weight and presence still remain. Her body is merely invisible to visual detection and even then those with supernatural ocular abilities may still be able to see her. This is done through merging her body partially with another dimension making her appearance vanish from the current realm.

  • Intangibility:Winter is able to pass through solid objects as she's able to ignore most physical effects in her way. The exact means as to how this is done occurs by slipping into another dimension. Winter is able to ignore most attacks, physical dangers with concentration, though loss of her train of thought can cause her to become solid again. Likewise, Winter has to constantly be alert to the effects of gravity and if she isn't careful could end up falling to the planet's core. Electricity can also harm her even when she's intangible. For this reason she can not pass through any electrically charged panel, wall or surface. Electric attacks like will wise cause her great agony even if she's not intangible. Other magicks can also cancel out Winter's intangibility leaving her vulnerable or even partially phased through an object.

  • Flight/Levitation: Winter can hover/float and fly through the air unassisted, allowing her to carelessly float in the air and prevent herself from making contact with the ground below. Though she can only reach a top speed of a hundred miles per hour doing this. Her top speed can only be reached in her Wisp Form and she can only maintain it for about thirty minutes before becoming drained.

  • Siren's Song: Winter's 'Siren's Song' is one of her most potent abilities. With a loud piercing screech, Winter unleashes a devastating wave of sonic energy which can push her opponents back at low levels but with increased volume and pitch can cause ear drums to burst and other devastating injuries even leading to death if left unchecked. The 'Song' is one of Winter's most draining abilities and also features the unique disadvantage of being able to destabilize her from her 'Wisp Form' if held too long. A prolonged 'Wail' can easily use to fifty percent of Winter's magical energies.

  • Wisp Fire: Winter's Wisp Fire can be used for a variety of purposes. Once summoned to her, Winter can use the Fire as an aura surrounding herself in it, as a projectile firing it from her hands or even breath the fire out of her mouth. If the Fire is being used offensively, it's glows an eerie blue, however Winter can also use her Wisp Fire to heal herself and others. If this is the case, the fire becomes a luminous golden ray. When being used offensively, the Wisp Fire doesn't crackle or sizzle like normal fire but rather it wails like screams of torment. However, when being used to heal, the Fire gives off a light chime like sound, healing also is more draining on Winter's magical energies than attacking with the Fire. A mortal wound would require all of Winter's magical energies while a paper cut would barely affect it. Likewise the energy a fireball would drain replenishes in about five minutes but a steady stream of Fire would rapidly drain Winter.

  • Magical Affinity: Due to Winter's nature of being a Half-Fae, she has a natural affinity towards magic and can thus learn new magicks very easily given the proper resources and time. Her Fairy nature in particular grants her an affinity towards nature magical such as the control and manipulation of plant life, an affinity towards fire, light and shadow. However all of this remains unknown to Winter who's more than happy to slug someone with a wrench than hurl a fireball.

  • Telekinesis: Though not with her mind but through magic, Winter can lift objects without touching through concentration. In a human form, Winter can only lift as much as she could physically but transformed into her Wisp Form, Winter can lift three times as much. This ability has a minimal drain on her magical energies as long as she's not pushing her maximum weight. The power drains much quicker under strenuous circumstances.


| LIMITATIONS |
While Winter will develop a great scale of powers and abilities she has numerous weaknesses as well. Firstly, Any 'light' based attacks also have double the effectiveness on Winter, and other supernatural users could even banish her to another dimension. This effectiveness further increases when Winter is in Wisp Form due to being less mortal. Magick also has double the effectiveness on Winter and can cause her great harm as well. In terms of Magick, Winter can't just randomly manifest new spells or attacks without first learning them from the proper people or resources, both of which are hard to come by. To a degree this applies to her own abilities as well as they'll develop with her. Lastly, Winter's greatest weakness is her own mortality as it makes her magical energies finite as well as making her much easier to kill than a full Fae.


| SKILLS AND TALENTS |
  • Mechanic: Raised by her father and having lived most of her life surrounded by chop shops, Winter picked up the skills of the 'trade'. She knows a car inside and out and is completely capable of simple repairing one or building it from the ground up. This knowledge also extends to motorcycles, Winter's and the Highway Men's choice mode of transportation.

  • Grand Theft Auto: Since the Highway Men deal with carjacking, Winter knows all the tricks of breaking into a car and hot-wiring it. Not to mention knowing the value of various makes and models, additionally Winter can identify a wide variety of details about a car including whether it's been in an accident, what trim level it's equipped with and if it has an armed alarm, all through a simple walk around. the vehicle in question.

  • Motorcyclist: Winter has been on a bike most of her life, as such she's very skilled at handling large, powerful and fast motorcycles. That said, she's not a stunt rider, though she can handle taking the bike through some of the more 'professional' maneuvers.

  • Brawling: Roy wanted to make sure his baby girl was more than capable of giving anyone who wanted to harm her a run for their money. In order to accomplish this, he made sure his daughter was taught to fight. Roy taught Winter everything he remembered from boxing but more importantly he taught Winter to be a pragmatic fighter, using whatever she can to turn the fight to her advantage. Essentially, Winter's not afraid to fight dirty and is quite good at it.



| EQUIPMENT |
  • Motorola RAZR2: A five year old cellphone, it can call, text, take pictures and even play music. This older flip phone is all Winter needs in a phone and she simply can't be bothered to upgrade to a modern phone. Partially because she doesn't care about technology and partially because she doesn't want to look like an idiot trying to learn to use a touchscreen.

  • Tools: Winter's best friend is a socket wrench, and it shows as she keeps several tool kits in her university dorm room. Kept in top condition, Winter ensures her tools are as well kept as her bike and if you have to ask, that means pristine.

  • HP Laptop: A basic off the shelf HP Pavilion laptop, Winter occasionally carries it with her but its primary use is for school. She can use a computer as well as any other person who uses them casually but she's not about to sit down and hang out on the internet for hours especially if she could be out riding.

  • Harley Davidson Breakout:

    Winter's brand new top of the line 2014 Harley Davidson Breakout is her pride and joy. Her previous bike was lost to her during the raid on the Highway Men hideout after Jack Cobb's betrayal and take over. Having saved her money from bartender at the Stein and Cauldron over the last two years, Winter bought the bike brand new two months ago and has barely let it out of her sight since. Though in the off chance her bike were stolen, Winter made sure she installed a remote engine immobilizer, she'd rather her bike wrecked than in someone else's hands.


| BIOGRAPHY |


Just over twenty years ago, Roy Caspian met the beautiful Jewel Quenet on the dance floor of the Midsommer nightclub

| SAMPLE POST |
The pub was particularly packed this Friday evening as the live music echoed through the small establishment while the waitresses in their tight black tops ran around bringing drinks and towering plates of wings to the many awaiting tables. Normally Winter would have been working behind the bar but with the 'Stein and Cauldron' overcrowded, Serena had asked Winter to take to the floor. The smell of alcohol permeated the room while various wing sauces added accents ranging from sweet to tangy to the thick smoke smell of barbeque. Walking up to a table with her notepad drawn, Winter looked down only now realizing that perhaps the pleated skirt she had worn tonight wasn't the best choice as even the mandatory server apron was longer than it.

"What'll it be boys?" Winter said as she clicked a pen and put it down on the pad while looking at the four men before her. Looking at each of the men they appeared to meet the standard 'frat boy' stereotypes. 'V-Necked' Shirt on one, popped collar polo on another, one was still wearing his sunglasses indoors and had enough grease in his hair to a make a McDonald's grill blush. Winter looked up as she heard of them obnoxiously clear his throat as the man in the polo began to speak.

"Another round of MGD, bottles for each of us Sweet Cheeks. And a platter of the suicide wings. I only like things that are smokin' hot." He said as he leaned back, looking Winter up and down, his tongue sliding across his lips nearly causing Winter to gag in her mouth. Despite sitting in the middle, his arms still had tremendous reach as he stretched his hand out, the man with the popped collar winked at his friends while nodding towards their waitress and her short skirt. Turning to walk away, Winter felt a smack as her skirt was briefly lifted. Biting down on her lip, she felt her face go red as she paused before speaking.

"You Sir, get a sandwich on the house!" Winter said in a 'valley girl' like tone, forcing herself to release the death glare from her face, replacing it with a freshly painted and much forced smile while turning to the man who had slapped her behind. He looked up at her smugly, a look of pure amusement in his eyes as he sat surrounding by his snickering 'brothers'. It took all of Winter's restraint to not take his beer and beat him over the head before shanking him with it till he bled out on the floor.

"Oh yeah, well why don't you hurry and make it for me Sweet Cheeks?" The man said as he swigged his beer, nearly falling off his chair laughing while his gathered friends all joined in on the mirth. Winter's grin grew from forced to genuine as she realized just how much she was about to enjoy administering her own brand of justice on this depraved excuse for a man. She had lived among rough men before but none of them would have dared touched her. Placing her tray down on the table beside her, she nodded to the table nearby as she excused her actions in advanced.

"Oh but I already have it right here for you." Winter's tone was sweet and innocent only to be broken as she suddenly pulled her arm back and swung hard. The echoing of knuckles colliding with a hollow skull echoed through the 'Cauldron as the man hit the floor, his beer shattering as glass and alcohol spread across the floor. "I hope you like 'knuckle'." Winter snarled as she turned her back and headed for the bar amidst the cheers and hollers of the other patrons. "I still expect a tip." Winter called back to the frat boys which only served to elicit more laughter from the 'Cauldron's patrons.


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Nightrunner Presents: Pulse

Name:
Drake Castle

Nicknames:
Twitch

Alias:
Pulse

Gender:
Hot dog

Birthday:
October 4 1996 (17 Years Old)

Height:
5"8'

Weight:
160

Hair Colour:
Ebony

Eye Colour:
Brown

Appearance:
As for the face, I'd say Milo Ventimiglia. For the costume, I recommend that you imagine this version of Daredevil's costume, only without the arrows and instead of the signature 'DD' on his chest, imagine a scarlet outline of a heart.

Drake has relatively long, wavy hair that is often seen as black, unless under close observation, in which case it becomes completely visible as a hazel. He has a somewhat pointed chin and sharp features all around his face. He has a trim, but toned build that is from his practice of many frequent acrobatic feats. His costume is made of a red jumpsuit that clings tightly to his frame, giving hima nice range of motion by eliminating obstructions such as capes or the like, and it also has a mask made like a hood that hugs his face, coating it in red with shiny red contacts.

Abilities:


Skills and Talents:
He tends to think objectively and logically, preferring to see all of his options before he makes a definite choice, unless he firmly believes that there is only one good choice to make. He is a good delegator, able to identify problems and effectively troubleshoot solutions. As such, he has a talent for repairing things and touching up on mechanical issues. Whenever he can, he tries to plan ahead for the next important action, whether it be mechanical or interpersonal. His enjoyment of seeing what is possible leads to him testing his limits at all things, sometimes to a point where when it seems overly risky, but he treads with caution. He loves practicing parkour and has gotten quite good at it, constantly improving his agility and having a genuine appreciation for what he can do that others cannot. He has never been trained in any 'martial art', but he does have reflexes fast enough that, in combination with his altered perception of time, can make it appear he always knows what to do in combat situations. He is a talented speaker and has a deep voice that sounds like an adult, especially over a telephone, he often has doubts in his ability to lead, but he still tries to put his best foot forth when it comes to dealing with others.

Equipment:
Adjustable Wrench: A high-grade adjustable wrench that is kept in the utility belt in case he ever needs to make repairs in the field.
Batons: Red plastic batons that are half an inch thick and 18 inches long.
Bleach: A small amount of the substance is stored within a pouch in his utility belt.
Chevrolet Express: A van owned by Simon's parents that they'd stopped paying attention to before Simon repurposed it as a private hangout.
Duct Tape: One roll of military-grade duct-tape is kept in the utility belt.
Fishing Line: A small reel that keeps the sharp cord ready when needed from the belt.
Flashlight: A small, hand-held flashlight with a blindingly white glow.
Forensics Kit: A small set-up with plastic bags, a magnifying-monocle, tweezers, and a black light from a key chain.
Gasoline: A small amount of the substance is stored within a pouch in his utility belt.
iPhone: An iPhone 5S with unlimited data with 64 GB that has many applications that assist Drake in his activities ranging from maps to voice recording to calls to photography.
Laser Pointer: A laser-pointer attached to his key-chain that is primarily used as a distraction.
Lighter: A plain-looking stainless steel lighter that is used to create fires.
Mega Pop-Its: Home-made designs made by unwrapping a hundred pop-its and repackaging them into tissue paper resultibg in a larger explosion that creates a flash, sounds like gunfire, smells like gun powder, and has a blast radius of three-inches. They are kept in a pouch in the utility belt and are primarily used as a distraction.
Motorcycle: A gift from Drake's parents from his seventeenth birthday.
Pepper Spray: A single bottle of pepper spray that is highly irritating towards human eyes, though it typically causes no lasting damage.
Skateboard: A crimson wooden board made for Pros.
Wallet: A brown leather depository for all of Drake's identification, money, and 'protection'.
Zip Ties: Plastic zip-ties that firmly hold onto whatever they are bound to, often holding the restrained object or person until it is cut. They are used primarily in lieu of hand-cuffs and are stored in the utility belt.


Biography:

In 1996, Drake Castle was born to his father Tyler and his mother Meredith, a hard working couple in New Lilith that had already sired one child, an older boy named Vincent. His father was a successful car salesman, and his mother worked as a nurse. One year after Drake was born, his sister Cayse came into the world before his father had a vasectomy. Over the years, as Tyler climbed the ranks, he received promotion after promotion until he was finally given the coveted title of Manager. Through his career, he and his wife grew apart, and he distanced himself from his two children: Vincent and Drake.

When their parents weren't home, Drake effectively had the television as a babysitter. After watching one too many episodes of Naruto, he decided that he wanted to become a ninja. So, he went through a phase where he instantly reacted to everything with high-pitched cries and throwing things, swinging pillows like a pair of nunchakus. After constantly behaving like a maniac for his twelfth year of life, it carried over to the time he was thirteen, in which he became an adrenaline junkie, doing anything to avoid boredom, even stealing from stores. The nervousness that constantly emanated from him earned him the nickname Twitch, from his best friend Nathan, which has stuck to this day.

When1he was thirteen, life started to seem so much faster paced, it was more kinetic. When he grew excited, everyone else followed his example, whether they'd actually liked him, or not. It was around that time that everyone seemed to start having medical and psychological issues. His father had three heart attacks in a month due to living in a constant state of stress, but the doctors couldn't determine why.

At the age of fourteen, Drake began to attend the New Lilith Vocational Academy. Even there, everyone around him kept expressing great discomfort. Eventually, however, after listening to a speech on TedTalks about 'Good Vibrations', he realized that somehow he had an influence over the state of others. He spent the remainder of the year learning to control his influences over the body chemistry of others. Sometimes he'd try to tone it down, by meditating and soothing himself, other times he'd give someone feeling aggressive towards a bully an adrenaline rush. Over the summer, he held his course before starting his Sophomore year, where he spent mostly trying to live a normal life, though he did join the school newspaper. By the end of it, he even had a girlfriend, Amanda Archer.

It was at the beginning of his Junior year that Drake took a chemistry class taught again by Mr.Roth. One of his classmates was a literal genius, Simon Dellinger, a freshman with an incredibly gifted aptitude towards the sciences. He also figured out Drake's abilities rather quickly due to his particular interest in comic books and superhuman abilities. Rather than try to expose him though, Simon directly confronted him, giving him an ultimatum: Use his abilities for good as a superhero, or he'd reveal that for years Drake had been causing people massive heart problems. Drake chose to be a superhero, allowing Simon to develop the name he'd use, assign him targeted criminals to take down, and creating a costume, which Drake accepted with reluctance.

It was shortly after this, that Drake began job hunting. He found a job in The Bazaar district, at a gothic antique shop called The Lamp. It was there that he met Warren Whimer, who was reminded of himself as a boy bg Drake's lighthearted attitude during the interview. So, becoming his first employer, Warren gladly hired Drake as a salesman for The Lamp.


Sample Post:
New Lilith
Sunday, 12:30 PM


"I dunno about this, Simon."

"That's okay, Drake. That's why I make the decisions for our partnership."

By making the decisions for our partnership, he was referring to acting as my sidekick, telling me who to beat up and where. I never told him to make this. Looking at a crimson jumpsuit messily strewn across my bed, I tapped my foot and took a deep breath before uneasily rubbing the tip of my nose. There were a lot of reasons why I was friends with Simon Dellinger, one of them was because he was literally a genius and had been a huge help to honing my skills, I would never be as good at instilling fear without him. But when he did stuff like this... I'm forced to acknowledge that playing dress up with spandex and red contacts was not one of the reasons we became friends.

"It's very..." I had to search for the right word, then, hesitantly, I pronounced it slowly, saying "dramatic."

"You act like that's a bad thing?" He looked at me harshly. "Com'on, man. I do half the work in this partnership, I've gotta have some say in what image we strike into the hearts of evil-doers."

He had a point, but not a very good one. "If you mean you do half the work by telling me who to go beat up, then yeah. But I actually have to wear this. You don't," holding my breath, I waited for a response. "Can you see my dilemna?"

Instantly, he looked me in the eyes and narrowed his gaze, staring like he'd been stabbed. He threw his hands up and huffed, spreading his lips like he was about to say something, but quickly clamping them shut, effectively destroying the serenity that had been in my room.

"I asked you a question, Simon. Can you honestly see me wearing this?"

Throwing his hands back up and facing me once again, he went off like a bomb. "Yeah, I can see it. But ya' know one thing that bothers me about this? You don't actually want to be a hero, you just want to go out and beat up criminals, and not even criminals specifically. You just want the moral high-ground when you hospitalize someone and get away with it. You know what! Of course I can see you wearing this. Otherwise I wouldn't have actually designed it."

"But it's embarrassing. Can you see 'me' in this. I wouldn't ever--"

"That's the point, you self-righteous jerk! Superhero! Do you think people should be able to see you under the mask!"

With that, he turned and left, grimacing as he stepped out of my room. I'd never admit it, but he's right. And I probably will wear this, just because the devil you know is better than his next design. I see why he's angry, But he'll be back. I promise. He forgot that I'm his only ride home.

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Alex Fumal; 'The Spirit of Smoke'

Name:
Alexa Maya Fumal


Nicknames:
'Alex'; 'Lexi'; 'May'


Alias:
The Spirit of Smoke


Gender:
Female


Birthday:
Born 4th August, 1994; 19 as of October 2013


Height:
Five feet, eight inches


Weight:
One hundred and thirty pounds


Hair Colour:
Naturally auburn


Eye Colour:
Naturally hazel


Appearance:



Standing slightly short, but acceptable for a pretty girl studying at college, and slim without looking emaciated, Alex can be said to be a picture of health and is envied by many girls at her college for the attractive figure she strikes. Her hair is wavy and kept short so as to remain manageable, and many times (mostly due to her habit of waking too late for a shower before class) hidden beneath a fashionable hat or beret. As an Architecture student, she's often seen with a leather tote bag, which contains a drawing pad and several pens and pencils, along with course notes, her phone, her purse, her various public transport passes, and snacks to keep her going throughout the day. Warm weather has her in shorts, flowing skirts, and sheer tops, while the colder months usher in thick, patterned leggings and over-sized woolly jumpers.




Compared to Alex's standard fashion sense, her vigilante costume is an altogether different beast. With a deep love of (and vested interested in) the Gothic and rustique architecture of the city of New Lilith, Alex has chosen to forge her vigilante aesthetic in line with that of her beloved city's visual identity. Her costume, then, is reminiscent of the magical and mythical history of New Lillith, using robes, sashes, and hoods coloured with ashen grays and whites and garnished in deep, rich purples and red to inspire the feel of some kind of sorceress, or an enchanter. She hopes that the visual direction of her costume, coupled with the thick, sight-impairing smoke that she creates, will instill the criminals she hunts with a fear of the city, and the belief that she is some vengeful spirit of New Lilith itself.

Alex is also aware of the importance of misdirection, and especially the presentation of a false target when it comes to being engaged in combat. To this end, she employs a heavyweight lantern-like burner fixed tight and strong to several chains decorated with engraved beads, in keeping with the aesthetic of her costume. While her powers are able to work separately to this burner, she centers the use and production of her smoke and gas around it to engage in a kind of double-bluff, making her opponents aware of the burner and luring them into believing it is the source of her abilities. The burner, drawing their attention, becomes a target of a higher priority than her, and the loss or destruction of it in combat will give Alex an opportunity for a strike of surprise once her enemies believe they have the upper hand. She also uses it as a weapon, competently swinging it around in a manner similar to the flails of the past in order to do simple blunt, destructive damage.


Abilities:
Alex has the unique ability to manipulate particles in the air around her, condensing them and changing the properties of the molecules to synthesize a thick smoke or smog that she can then manipulate further. Alex needs to concentrate to begin the process, but after it has begun, she finds it increasingly easier to continue spreading her smoke through the air around her. The smoke is thicker the nearer it is to Alex and thins as it spreads out to between 5 and 10 meters, but concentration and direct manipulation can increase the effectiveness of it up to a range of 20 meters.

The smoke's most basic function is simple obstruction of sight, a gray hanging mass thick enough to restrict the vision of those caught in it to a few inches in front of them. Alex can use this to her advantage to disallow the enemy sight on her, and then strike from the smoke at them before seamlessly melding back into the fog, creating paranoia, confusion, and instilling a fear of the smog for what may be lurking within it. However, Alex retains the capacity to manipulate the smoke and change its properties in various ways, creating smoke that knocks trapped foes unconscious, fog that seeps in and poisons those caught in it, and even vicious fog that corrodes objects and people that stand in its way.

Alex's basic smog also has a secondary use that Alex has yet to master, or even discover. With concentration and practice, Alex can compress the smoke and form crude constructs, basic blocks or walls of dense smog that can slow projectiles, block melee strikes, or be used to cause blunt injury through ramming and bashing.

Alex, thankfully, remains unaffected by her smoke, whatever form she commands it to take, due to an unconscious secondary ability of her power that simply blocks her smoke from entering her system or harming her. However, this secondary protection affects only the smoke Alex herself creates, and has no effect over any gases or smokes from outside sources.


Skills and Talents:
Alex is intelligent and eager to learn, interested in Architecture and History and studying both at college. She has an artists hand and draws detailed diagrams and sketches with ease, only practised further with the isometrical drawings she must often complete as part of her course. Her memory for shapes and details is also impressive, and she has many hand-drawn sketches of various New Lilith sights and buildings scattered about her student dorm, a habit that she has retained since a young age, and indeed her main reason for thrusting herself so vigorously into the study of Architecture. Her study of History comes mostly as an accessory to her main course, the Architecture of her city so steeped in the past, but Alex also harbours a deep belief in learning from the mistakes of former men and often quoting the creed "Those who forget our history//Are condemned to repeat it."

Beyond a good memory and mastery over a pad and pencil, Alex is toned and physically fit due to a habit of attending first a New Lilith public gym and now her college's private gym. Chubby as a child and mocked for it in middle school, she worked hard to shed the extra pounds and tone her body, and developed a habit of daily exercise, resulting in a good amount of stamina and agility, although she focuses little on weight training and as such has not developed her physical strength. She is also fairly computer-literate, her architecture course requiring skill with most forms of design programs, and particularly the use of CAD software.


Equipment:
Alex owns several personal artifacts that are a regular commodity in a young woman's life, including:

-An iPhone 5;
-A brown leather tote bag;
-A set of lead and coloured drawing pencils;
-Several A4 and A3 sketch pads;
-Yearly passes to New Lilith's various public transport systems;
-A Macbook Pro laptop;
-A digital drawing tablet;
-An iPad.

As a vigilante, Alex takes several separate useful objects with her on her 'outings':

-Plastic cable-ties for impromptu handcuffs;
-A pager set up to the police scanner system;
-A stick of mace;
-A small first-aid kit, including bandages and painkiller pills;
-And of course, her costume and her burner.


Biography:
Born early August but a week late, Alexa Fumal was unquestionably an Autumn child. She came as the leaves fell from the trees, and throughout her childhood and adolescence it was this time of year that she adored the most; the colours of the trees shifting in a hundred myriad ways, the satisfying crunch of a fallen leaf underfoot, the cozy afternoons and the cooling evening breezes. Her father, an aspiring architect himself, trying to set up his own firm (which he would later accomplish, though not to any divine amount of success), often took her on walks around the city on days like these, enjoying the air and pointing out the particular ways a building curved into a spire here, or tapered into gargoyles there, or the way two walls intersected, or how one set of windows created light and heat and a pretty building. Alex, rather than reject these teachings for the things more worthwhile to a child's mind (although there was plenty catching of fireflies on days like those), absorbed them fully, becoming as enraptured with the sculpture of a functional but beautiful city building as her father. She took up drawing young, her crayon scribbles focusing on rectangles and other shapes mashed together in pre-pubescent attempts to emulate her father's observations, and eventually advanced her talent - and by proxy, her compositions of polygons - as she grew older, her father teaching her the tricks of isometric sketching while she was in middle school.

Amongst all the inheritance of her father's traits, Alex's mother remained slightly distant. She loved her daughter dearly, but both parents knew her conception had not been purposeful; indeed, Alex's mother had not been entirely sure she desired children at all (such uncertainty the chief reason Alex never received a brother or sister). Alex's genesis had come about by way of a broken condom, and panicked store-brand pregnancy test a few weeks thereafter, and some days after that, a debate between the parents-to-be that eventually - with heavy praise on her father - settled on the birth of the child. This lingering doubt of whether Alex was truly wanted or not remained with her mother always, and Alex felt it. Not explicitly, but Alex felt it. Her father was more involved, more doting, more invested in Alex's achievements. Her mother was kind and gentle but retained an aloof air, and it created a schism between them. Alex fell further into her fathers arms, and eventually, when her parents separated (for reasons relating to financial security, her mother's belief that her father refused to be responsible with his income from his firm, and her father's belief that her mother refused to see a dream as more important than the money earned from it) she inevitably chose to live with her father full-time.

Alex gained weight after the separation, and insensitive peers in middle school pushed her into her now-unconscious habit of daily exercise, and by late high school, she had slimmed down and blossomed. She had a few boyfriends, and lost her virginity at the Lover's Ring in the summer between High School and College to a boy she left a few weeks later. During high school, her interest in Architecture had focused and she'd passed an extra-curricular course on the subject, and her interest in History had wormed its way into her mind. She applied for both subjects - Architecture major, History minor - at nearly every college in New Lilith, and got accepted by the New Lilith Institute of Technology. She got a part-time job at New Lilith's mountainside Ski Resort to help cover the costs, and now lives in cheap student accommodation off-campus, shuttling in and out of the city on various forms of public transport, and finding time between her work and her studies to engage in a social life.


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"...anyway, that's it for today." The professor looked up at the lecture hall, maybe a hundred student poised at the edge of their seats with pads and bags in hand. "Dismissed," he said, and hadn't even finished the word before the shuffling of paper and quiet stomping of feet drowned him out. Alex shuffled out at the back of the crowd, tote bag slung over her shoulder and notepad clutched in her hands, hugged to her chest. A beret hid her hair and a pair of large circular sunglasses hid her eyes. She held her head down, only raising it as she stepped outside into the brisk October afternoon air, trying to feel some of the sun's warmth on her face. The nights were fast drawing in, but the weather was still good while the days held. Alex turned as someone called her name.

Jethro. A cute boy she'd met by the virtue of social circles brushing at the edges on a night out, where drinks and laughs and numbers could be shared without a second thought, barely with the first. He'd asked for hers and she'd complied, and then two days later her phone had buzzed and they'd began chatting. It had been a couple weeks and several nights out since then, a few kisses shared and his strong hand on her ass, but no real date yet. Alex wasn't sure if she should expect one. She wasn't really sure if they weren't dating already. She tried not to pay it any mind.

"Alex." Jethro said, smiling as he pulled her into a hug with a single hand, the other coming out of his jacket pocket to embrace her properly. Alex hugged back and smiled in kind, enjoying his smell and the height of him. When he hugged her, she could press her ear up against his ribs and hear his heart. They stepped apart and he took off his sunglasses. She didn't. They made her feel more confident.

"I wanted to ask you to dinner." He said, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. She smirked, knuckles turning white from clutching her notepad to stop the smirk turning into a full-blown grin. She raised an eyebrow.
"Dinner? I thought you'd spent all your money on drinks." She was teasing, doing her best to be playful. He noticed and fell in line.
"I spent all my money on your drinks, maybe." He grinned, and they both chuckled. "I'm gonna cook for you. Kicked my flatmates out for the night."
Alex lowered her notepad to her side and put a hand to her chest in mock surprise. "Especially for me? Do you spoil all the girls this way, Jet?" He smiled and tutted.
"I've been known to. Don't share my weed stash with them, though." Alex's eyes shined. "Dove forwarded me some for a favour." They both smiled again and Alex looked at the ground, appearing to mull it over.

"Yeah, alright. Sounds pretty good." She said, and Jethro bent back on his knees, throwing a hand to his heart and another to his forehead. Alex giggled and pushed at him, and he stepped back to catch himself, grinning as he straightened up.
"Brilliant. Come over for seven?" He asked, and Alex nodded. They hugged again, and then parted, Alex biting her lip and failing to suppress a wide smile. In hindsight, she hadn't been expecting it, and that had just made it even better.


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Name: Carter Marie Sampson.
Nickname: Carton of Sass.
Alias: Raven.

Gender: Female. Taco.

Birthday: December 11th, 1996. Seventeen.

Height: 5’0”.
Weight: 104 Pounds.

Hair Colour: Dark Red.
Eye Colour: Green.

Appearance:


Abilities: Weather Manipulation
Carter possesses the ability to manipulate the weather. With this she can alter the weather in any way she so pleases, having the capability of controlling the meteorological patterns, creating wind, rain, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog, and inducing temperature changes.
Within this ability are four main factors:
Air Manipulation – Carter can create strong winds that travel up to 63 miles per hour, enabling her to focus the air primarily on herself to initiate flight for herself or others.
Electricity Manipulation – With the intensity of a storm rising, Carter can cause lightning to hit particular spots on command (ranging from one lightning streak to three at one time).
Thermal Manipulation – Relating to winter storms, despite whatever the current condition may be, Carter is able to shift the temperature to below freezing or in some occasions, just above one hundred degrees Fahrenheit.
Water Manipulation – Carter is not able to produce water, but instead can form droplets of water molecules from the air to create rain, snow, fog, etc.

Limitations:
Carter is not at all familiar with her abilities and what extent her strength may have. As of now, Carter’s abilities are based solely on her emotions, thus having the potential to be unstable if she does not keep her emotions in check. With this comes her inability to stop her abilities once having been manifested. This can lead to a broad category of potential threats about the earth, which discourages Carter from using her abilities more than she should. Her abilities also require a great deal of energy which can limit her to how much power she can use at any given time.

Skills and Talents:
-Even after a mere two years of cheer leading, Carter is very flexible and agile.
-She learned from a very young age how to forge any signature and is practically pro at it.
-Carter is an exceptional (and compulsive) liar. Her poker face is unreadable.
-She taught herself how to drive a stick shift as it is all that her multiple sports cars are equipped with.
-Carter is bilingual. She is fluent in both English and Spanish.

Equipment:
Not yet familiar with any form of weaponry, Carter has very few belongings that she carries with her throughout her day in a battered messenger bag. (This list will exclude school-related objects)

-Car keys to her silver 2013 Honda Accord.
-White iPhone 5S.
-Chapstick.
-Marlboro cigarettes.
-A half empty Xanax pill bottle.
-A blue lighter.
-Her wallet.

Biography:
Life was serene in the home of the Sampson’s. Born to a mother of 25 and a father nearing the age of 27, Carter Sampson lived a childhood of simplicity with a single older brother by the name of Richard (Rickie). Her father, a man of great wealth inherited by his deceased parents, worked as a businessman who rarely visited their beautiful home in Long Beach, California. Her mother, however, a dropout of college, spent her days in their hot tub with a magazine and a glass of champagne in hand, her children left to the nannies.

Neither of the two saw much of their parents. With their father constantly travelling and their mother preferring to shop and seek for entertainment away from her children, Carter found sanctuary in painting, her brother flourishing elsewhere – joining an ice hockey team at the age of seven. Neither of them bothered to befriend the nannies as they were both sturdy on their own. Rickie and Carter managed to juggle school and after school activities as well as homework and a healthy social life. While the two children grew older, they saw less of their parents and less of the nannies. Being that they were not children anymore, nannies weren’t necessary, leaving the housework to the maids that came every morning.

Carter began to grow accustom of staying home alone, her brother often at practice from the time school ended to about 10 o’clock at night. While it was a daily routine of Carter coming home to empty rooms, she purchased a grey kitten that she named Boots. Boots was a handful from the very beginning, and demanded the attention of Carter even when she was not available to do so. He would often act out towards the maids, and hissed if they attempted to go near him. He was, from birth, a very sassy kitten, and longed for Carter’s company day in and day out. Unfortunately for her kitten, Carter too, was quite busy upon entering high school.

Being that her brother was two years older than her, their last name was heard all throughout the campus. From freshman year, Carter was spotted out by all that loved her brother as the younger sister of their best hockey player. This tended to irk Carter, and she sought out to be known as much more than just the little sister of a star. So, she too blossomed. Carter was, overall, a well-rounded student all throughout her middle and high school career. She managed a grade point average of 4.0, became a cheerleader during her freshman year, and was known by everyone. Although she ended cheer leading a year later, she was not an easily hated person as she was kind to all that approached her, and loved by the entire school. Her brother was soon accepted into a prestigious college during her junior year, leaving for school several months later, not bothering to give his sister so much as a goodbye.

She was alone at this point. Utterly alone. And all she had remaining were her so-called friends and her little attention-deprived grey kitten, Boots.

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Perhaps the alarm would have been a rude awakening if Boots had not brushed his tail against Carter’s face before it was given the opportunity to go off. Sprawled about the bed with blankets and pillows scattered across her bed, the seventeen year old groaned, shifting away from the little creature. He was not fooled, for the cat moved soundlessly over her figure, once again placing his tail about her head, a purr caught in his throat. He nudged his ear against her cheek and meowed softly, his paw now patting her shoulder tediously. That could only mean one thing: her kitten was hungry.

Grumbling to herself, she scooped the little feline into her arms, sitting upright so that he was aware that she was fully awake. He was content with this movement and settled into her lap, resting there only for a moment before he glanced toward the door and meowed. Carter rolled her eyes, edging herself off the bed, leaving it all to Boots. He seemed to prefer her off the bed, as that was where he slept when she was at school.

Carter trudged to the bathroom, placing her hands about the counter as she inspected the damage of last night’s slumber. Disheveled hair, drool stains just below her bottom lip, smeared eyeliner, and wrinkled PJs. Nothing too bad compared to a night involving alcohol, she had to admit.

Rather than tend to the beast itself, she ran a brush through her hair and swept away the eyeliner as best she could, resulting in less of a mess that she would later on need to take care of. When she turned toward the door, Boots was propped at her feet, his little head craned up at her, his eyes pleading for her attention. She smiled down at her little boy and sighed.

“Alright, let’s go make breakfast,” she told him. If she hadn’t known any better, she would have thought she spotted a small smile reach his lips.

The two padded down the stairway side by side, heading down the long corridor for the kitchen. Of course Boots arrived there first and he made his way up to the counter where he ate, and waited for his meal. Carter chuckled lightly at how eager he was to be fed, and slowly reached for the handle of the fridge. Devastated, her kitten let out a cry, and she gave in, lacing her fingers around the door and tugging.

Someone had gone shopping. The fridge had been packed with a variety of beverages and food items. It was nice to see it all organized for once, being that Rickie usually fucked it up in a matter of hours when he visited. Carter scanned the fridge tentatively, searching for the tuna, and plucked one can from the stack, placing it on the table alongside a plate, a fork, and mayonnaise. For some strange reason, her kitten had taken a liking to human food. Carter had attempted to feed him cat food when his teeth had come in, but after a single sniff, Boots veered toward the fridge, demanding his tuna.

He was a spoiled kitten, as she fed him usually whatever she was eating, but he was her only company and her child. She took him anywhere that she could, and aside from schools, never left him alone. Thankfully, today was Saturday, which meant that her day would be spent watching Gossip Girl in the living room with Boots curled up beside her.

Removing the lid, Carter took the fork and began spooning out the tuna onto the plate. Boots would not touch it yet, however, as the mayonnaise had not been added to it. Carter teased him, taking the jar of mayonnaise back to the fridge to which he meowed at her. Loudly, she might add.

“I was just kidding!” she assured him, though he did not appear amused at all. She added mayonnaise to the tuna and stirred. Once she lifted the fork from the tuna, Boots did not hesitate. He scrambled for the plate and ate quickly, as she’d suspected he would. When he was finished, Carter put away all that needed to be put elsewhere and did the two dishes, not at all surprised that her six plates had vanished from last night.

Making her way to the living room, Carter saw that Boots was already on the couch, awaiting for her to sit so he could adjust to a comfortable position. Tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ears, Carter claimed the remote and tuned in to the next episode of Gossip Girl. Just as she would any other weekend.
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Name:
Jason Douglas Campbell

Nicknames:
Jay, J-Dog, Slick.

Alias:
Cain

Gender:
Boy, yep. Definately boy.

Birthday:
14th September 1997, making him 16.

Height:
181 CM

Weight:
68 KG

Hair Colour:
Charcoal.

Eye Colour:
Green.

Appearance:
Slim and fit is how you'd most likely describe Jason. He doesn't look like much of a threat, but his body is very lean, having a rather low fat-level.
Costume:


Abilities:
'Voidling'
Jason's powers are channeled through a mark on the left side of his chest, just over his heart. It looks almost like a backwards F, etched into his skin, like scarification. The scar starts to burn with a red glow when Jason feels pain, be it physical or mental. And depending on the level of pain, the more power is channeled from the dimension between life and death, called 'the void', into Jason. Jason can also achieve connection with the void through sheer concentration, but the power he gets from concentration is much less than that he get from raw pain. He himself have dubbed his scar “The mark of Cain”. Due to the nature of his powers, he is substantially more powerful after being wounded, counter-attacks are his best weapon.

The first 'stage' of his powers. While in this form, his cognitive functions are enhanced. He thinks faster and his mind registers things faster, enhancing his reflexes. It allows him to short-distance teleport, a blink. Blinking virtually doesn't drain him at all, allowing him to teleport very quickly in a rather short proximity. Stage one requires minimal concentration, and is as such what is most commonly used by Jason. He can keep up his stage one for almost 20 whole minutes, needing roughly five seconds in between each blink.

With more focusing, more time and more pain, Jason's able to reach his second stage. In stage two, his physical capabilities increase. His physical power doubling, making him both stronger and faster. The black ooze begins to grow thicker, and starting to 'attach' itself to his body. Not only blinks are available to him but also a long distance teleport, a Rift Jump becomes available to him. He's able to rift jump several miles.
He can keep up his second stage for no more than a few minutes. However, rift jumping tires him out very greatly at this time. He rarely uses his second stage.

His third stage is the last one he knows But at this stage, the ooze would begin to steam violently from his body. Sometimes make big bubbles of the steam, all the while adding thin layers of itself on his skin. In the third stage, his physical power is ten folded. He's able to make several rift jumps in a short span of time, should he need to, or blink with almost no time intervall inbetween each blink. If he would currently somehow achieve his third stage, he couldn't hold it for more than half a minute, after which he'd pass out and need several days of rest before teleporting again.
He's only used this stage once, he was passed out for 36 hours afterwards, and could barely walk for an entire week afterwards, as such, he's not gonna be using it unless it's his last shot.

There are at least two more stages to his powers, not yet known to him.

Skills and Talents:

Sleight of Hand: Jason's agile in his movements, able to pick most common locks, unless they're very modern, lifting a wallet from most people's child's play to the young man. He's also pretty skilled at hot wiring vehicles.

Free Running: Mostly due to his athletic figure and him growing up climbing trees and fences, Jason's a rather skilled free runner, and his powers makes free running his preferred method of transportation.

Fighting:
Jason's received very little formal training in martial arts. He's picked up a few street fighting tricks, however, his biggest influence is grappling fighting, wrestling, and some boxing. He is however very resourceful in terms of weaponry, using them very freely in combination with his abilities.

Slick: Jason's armed with a rather quick tongue. Not necessarily either witty or a silver tongue, the young man have a good balance between bad boy / trouble maker, and sweet / charming.

Mechanic: Jason's a rather comfortable mechanic, he likes to fiddle with motorcycles or cars. He personally prefers the export cars from Asia.

Sewing Jason's a pretty skilled tailor, as it was the only activity left for him to choose from in Juvie.

Equipment:
He drives a Mazda Rx-4 that he bought from a cop impound. The car had been in impounded from a crackhead, the car is in rather severe need of a tuneup, and a new paint job. He also owns a fake ID that claims him to be 21 years old.

Besides that, Jason doesn't carry a lot on his person. Wallet, phone.
In costume, however, he have several weapons. A homemade bo-staff, knuckle dusters, and throwing knives are on his person. He also likes to use weapons like chains or ropes, in combination with his powers to defeat his enemies.

Biography:
Jason Campbell is the son of two very loving people, Mary and Bruce Campbell. He's the second son, his older brother, Thomas, being adopted. Thomas is a year and a half older than Jason. Jason's childhood was marvelous. He grew up having fun, playing with his brother and being taken care off by his father.. His father, Bruce, was a police detective, and his mother ran the farm the two boys were raised on. Bruce, his father, always paid more attention to Thomas, for some reason during their childhood. Thomas was the good son. Who did his chores without a complaint, hard working and responsible. Jason was, and have always been quite the slacker, always trying to cheat his way out of chores.

Once Jason became 9, he'd stop being home schooled by his mother, but instead ride with his father and brother to Longhorn City, where the closest school, and police department was. It was in the Longhorn elementary school, named McCoy Elementary, where Jason's life started taking a particular turn. The boy started getting into trouble, time and time again. Either with the teachers, or with other students. Getting into fights was almost common for him. Jason attempted to be social with his peers, but he soon found himself a social outcast, all the while watching, from the side lines, how his bigger brother, Thomas, flourished. Jason had bad grades, where as his brother, whom had been in the same class as him, just two years prior had top grades, making the teachers question if they really were from the same family.

Jason had one friend, her name was Gretchen. A ginger girl, slightly overweight. But she appreciated Jason, laughed at his jokes, and tried to keep the boy out of the trouble he so constantly sought out.

Gretchen was also bullied, the boys in their class would pick on her, call her names and so forth, and Jason would always get into fights with them. The boy spent more time at the nurses office than anyone else. Bruce and Mary sat in parent-teacher conferences almost once a week due to Jason's behavior.

Jason's situation got worse when he turned 14, about to start High School. In the years prior, Jason had found out about the extraordinarily nature of his brother. How his brother was unlike anyone else. It didn't bother him in itself, what bothered him was how in contrast to his brother, Jason was unimportant. And it made him act out. Jason got into one of the local small time gangs in Longhorn. Selling weed, making graffiti and once in a while breaking into a local store.

Jason did soon pick up pick-pocketing and lock picking, making him very adept at stealing vehicles.
He stole his first car by the time of the senior Homecoming dance, his freshman year of high school. The car belonged to one of the senior jocks who had been bullying him for quite some time.
He had a romance with Gretchen, for whom puberty and a gym-membership had made wonders. They broke it off in the sprint of their freshman year, along with their friendship, due to Jason cheating on her with a junior cheerleader.

Jason participated in parties, car thefts, street fights and all of the sort. He never got caught for something that would stick to in court, as he was a minor. But he spent quite a few nights in jail.

At the start of 2013, disaster struck the young man. Bruce Campbell, his father, got a heart attack, and he subsequently died in the ambulance that was taking him to the hospital. Jason being absolutely distraught with the death of his father, set out. He got into a fight. A really bad one, too. The cops arrived, to find Jason, sitting against a wall in an alley a piece of rebar in his hand. In the alley, there laid three older boys. All beaten unconscious. Jason had no clue what had happened, as he simply just remembered blacking out. He also felt a searing pain over his heart, the boy finding the scar on his body.

Jason was sentenced to one year of Juvenile for assault for two years. However, due to overcrowding, and good behaviour, Jason's been released a year and a half early.
He's spent the last month or so testing his powers, trying to figure out how they work.

Sample Post:

Jason put the car in park, as he stopped outside of the gym. He got out, putting on his leather jacket and his aviators, as the sun was shining on his rather gold autum day. No snow had fallen yet, in fact, Jason had yet to experience snow for the first time in his life. One of the things he was genuinely excited about living in his new town.

Jason walked towards the entrace of the gym, putting his hand in the pocket of his jacket. In it, what looked like an extern harddrive laid. A guy came walking out of the gym, 5'9, black hair, athletic build, caucasian, probably 20-ish years old, possibly a college student. "Howdy there, buddy!" Jason told him, with a smile, stretching out his hand for a handshake. The guy, a bit reluctantly shook Jason's hand. The guy fiddled out money from his pocket. Three hundred dollars. Jason smiled.

"Here you go, the harddrive, just like the add stated." Jason said while handing him the plastic piece that in fact contained the drugs. Jason moved past him, to head into the gym. He wasn't a member of the gym, so the texan was gonna go in there, hit on the quite receptionist, and then head back to his car. He had a meeting with a parole officer later today.
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I'll likely put my sheet up as soon as I get a response to the PM I sent Wraith. I'm in the clear, I just have one last question.

Edit: All good. CS is up for your enjoyment. And I'm off to write posts.
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Hey Nightrunner, did you want The Lamp added to 'Notable Locations'?

Sure. Thanks, Wraith. It'd be cool if some PCs dropped in on occasion.
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Oh yeah, one other thing. Does the post at the beginning of the IC mean we can start yet? Or are we waiting on something else too? Either way I'm cool with it, just figured I'd ask.
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Oh yeah, one other thing. Does the post at the beginning of the IC mean we can start yet? Or are we waiting on something else too? Either way I'm cool with it, just figured I'd ask.


Oh I have more to add to that, if you read it, it's just he same background blurb as in the OOC. I'd like to add more to it yet. Just have to finish my character first.
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Sure. Thanks, Wraith. It'd be cool if some PCs dropped in on occasion.


Did you have a little blurb for it or did you just want me to make something up from your CS?
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Oh I have more to add to that, if you read it, it's just he same background blurb as in the OOC. I'd like to add more to it yet. Just have to finish my character first.

That works for me.
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Did you have a little blurb for it or did you just want me to make something up from your CS?

I don't have anything off-hand, but I can make something up for you in a minute.
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Alright sounds good!
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How's this?
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Yeah that's good, I might change 'Supernatural' to ancient though if that's okay?
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