[OOC] The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story (Rebooted!)

[Mintz]

December 3rd, 1921: Redline, Maine.

A boy no older than ten sat shivering in an alleyway, hidden in darkness. The bitter cold of winter came harsh this year, and the boy could feel it right through his meager scraps of clothing. His father was nowhere to be found; claimed he'd find them something to eat. It had been three hours since then. Downtown was dangerous, sure, but the boy always had faith in his father. He'd lived here for all his life, and knew the streets like the back of his hand. He held onto hope in a hopeless situation.

Still, it didn't change his present circumstances. He was freezing to death. It was a morbid realization for a child of his age, but one that couldn't be ignored. Feeling in his legs had already left him for some time, and he could barely move his quivering hands, much less speak. And he already knew people had seen him and ignored him. It wasn't unusual. There was nothing he could do, and it was a bitter thought for the kid. A bitingly cold tear passed down his cheeks.

All he wanted was a bit of warmth. A fire. Something. Anything.

...Later that day, an unnatural inferno wreathed Downtown Redline, causing monumental property damage and loss of life. This was the first ever recorded Trigger Event.

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Ever since that fateful winter day, the world has only gotten stranger for everyone. More and more people had these so-called 'Trigger Events', nowadays more often referred to as Awakenings. At first, mass hysteria reigned supreme, which ironically only caused more of those who would one day be dubbed Capes to be formed. Eventually things got pulled back to moderate shape, but unsurprisingly, the world has never been the same since. But of course, just as chaos rises, so too must order. When villains first seeped out of the cracks of this new ruined society, so too did those who wanted to change things for the better.

...But enough of a history lesson. Welcome to The Wards! This RP will be focusing around the escapades of a fledgling group of youth Capes trying their hardest to make the best of bad situations. Things won't be easy for them; in fact, things rarely are in this world, but perhaps they'll manage to prove themselves as more than just kids with powers. Now, before I can get into more world-stuff, I gotta talk rules. Boring stuff, I know, but bear with me here lol.

• 1: This one's pretty self-explanatory; try not to be a jerk, alright? No one likes trying to play alongside someone whose being all riled up for no reason. And of course, if you have an actual reason to be upset, bring it up to me. It's what I'm here for!
• 2: Like any good story, there's gotta be stakes, and while I'm not particularly planning on character death anytime soon, characters will be finding themselves under serious threat more often than not, and won't likely escape unscathed. Isn't very interesting if someone wins every time, eh? Which leads into my next rule...
• 3: No Godmodding, alright? Pretty sure everyone around here's familiar with the term, though the main piece I'm concerned with is making your character seem too perfect. No one perfectly dodges every move, counterattacks at just the right time, and always thinks things through. Characters, no matter how cool, strong, or smart, can make mistakes and be caught off their guard. Don't be afraid to get roughed around; it just makes the turnaround all the cooler ;) On an...Slightly related note, if you read between the lines....
• 4: Romance is fine, of course, but keep any intense stuff behind the black screen, yeah? Assuming anything like that happens, of course. The ol' fade to black trick always works...
• 5: On a vaguely similar line, while getting wounded, even grievously so, isn't something I'll be trying to stray away from here, let's keep some excessive stuff clear. No one needs to hear about your innards spilling out or something, right? Right.
• 6: Let's avoid anything political. C'mon, like the fictional bad guys aren't enough to tango with, yeah? It'll just leave a bad taste in most people's mouths, so better to stay hush-hush than come at each other's throats.
• 7: I'm no grammar nazi...Okay, that's a lie, I totally am. I'll try not to be on your case about it, but try to make sure your punctuation and grammar are proper. Or at least as proper as it needs to be for your character lol.
• 8: I'm not looking for mile-long posts, but a few paragraphs is a good point to land on. Quality over quantity, I say.
• 9: I mentioned it somewhat near the beginning, but if anything comes up in/from the RP that you want to talk about with me, I'm all ears. Sorta my job as the GM, y'know?
• 10: If you've read this far, when you're making your Character Sheet, add a piece near the bottom where you mention your favorite superpower; it'll tell me you actually made it this far into these rules.
• 11: Last, and most important rule of all...HAVE FUN! It's sorta what we're here for. Y'know, besides the drama, badass action scenes, character development....Okay, maybe there's a little more to this than just the fun. But all of it just adds to it!

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Powers: Definitions and Guidelines.

Powers in this world are categorized into 12 classifications by the PRT; keep in mind that many Powers have broad strokes in their capabilities. Some might be labeled as one Power, but due to how the Power functions, might also place them into another category. Those are considered Hybrid Classifications, denoted by a slash (ex: Master/Trump). Some Powers, if used in certain ways, can also find applications in other classifications, which earns them Sub-Classifications, denoted by parentheses (ex: Brute (Shaker)). Continuing onward, I'll be defining these twelve classifications in more specific terms.

Important to note as well, is that Powers in this world are typically caused by Trigger Events; moments, whether extended or brief, of extreme physical, emotional, or mental stress and trauma, that shape your ability. It also pretty much means anyone with Powers is packin' baggage, and you'd be smart not to mess with that; would you ask a guy who can burn you to a skeleton what his emotional trauma is? No, no you wouldn't...Hopefully.

Power Classifications

• Mover: Movers are categorized as Capes with a penchant for enhanced speed, or some other way to move about abnormally. The obvious version of a Mover is someone with Superhuman Speeds, but other instances might be flight or teleportation, amongst many other possibilities. Quite a few Capes find themselves with a Sub-Classification of Mover, since a fair few Powers could grant specialized forms of movement to individuals. Most commonly, you could find this Classification alongside Brutes, Breakers, and Changers.
• Shaker: Shakers are those with abilities that apply to a large radius, an AOE if you prefer. This makes the possibilities of Shakers quite open, and leaves them to being commonly classified alongside other classifications, such as Blaster. A good example of a Shaker would be the ability to generate tremors in a certain radius, or the alteration of natural terrain, to name a few.
• Brute: Brutes are...What they sound like. Tough, and strong though not necessarily as stupid as the classification might entail. How exactly they exhibit those qualities can vary widely from Brute to Brute, but that's the universal thing about them. Alongside the likes of Mover, lots of Powers can grant the possibility of a Sub-Class of Brute if used in certain ways.
• Breaker: Not to be confused with Brutes, Breakers are dubbed as such because they literally break the laws of the human body, altering it usually temporarily into something else. Could mean you can change your body into steel, make yourself a gas, any number of things, and typically Breakers possess some Sub-Class of Mover and/or Brute.
• Master: Considered one of the more concerning Classifications, Masters are those who can manipulate certain entities to their bidding; sometimes it's minor, like bugs or plants, but extreme cases have Masters who can control other people in a number of ways, or even create things they can control. If someone has a Master Classification, it's wise to stay on your guard as best you can.
• Tinker: About the only thing scarier than a Master might just be a Tinker. While they don't possess obvious abilities, Tinkers are able to think beyond normal humans, granting them unusual levels of ingenuity in one or more fields of technology/science, to the point of it becoming a pseudo-science as they casually break the laws of reality. You can never be certain what a Tinker can come up with, and that makes them both a huge asset to those in possession of one, and a horrifying thing to go against. Typically, Tinkers might also possess a Sub-Class of Thinker.
• Blaster: Thankfully, we're back to the basics here; Blasters are individuals who deal with long-ranged, typically offensive abilities, like hurling fireballs or conjuring up bolts of lightning. Pretty scary stuff, but usually simple enough to grasp to find a hole in it. Be very concerned of Blasters who possess any Hybrid or Sub-Classifications, however, as they're bound to be extremely dangerous.
• Thinker: The least directly offensive Power classification, next to Tinkers. But if the Tinker bit speaks to anything, it should make you all the more aware that the less understood power is by far the more dangerous. Thinkers possess mental-based abilities that typically grant enhanced cognitive functions dealing with information gathering. In other words, it means they're smarter than any Average Joe, and have probably outthunk you before you even started thinking. Word to the wise; if you're dealing with a Thinker, plan contingencies, and lots of them. Chances are they'll still have twice as many as you come up with.
• Striker: Strikers are one of the physically scariest Classifications an individual could have, mainly because it's quite broad. The definition of a Striker is one who uses their Power through melee or touch-based contact with an individual. If someone's Power is that limited by contact, you can imagine it's pretty fraggin' dangerous. However, it does make for a seemingly easy answer; just stay out of reach. Perhaps easier said than done, depending on the sitch, but it's your best bet.
• Changer: Effectively shapeshifters, Changers are able to alter their form or appearance to some kind of extent, from something as minor as altering the look of your face, to making yourself a completely different body. Changers are dangerous, but especially when you aren't even aware they're a Changer. Due to the elasticity of this category, they can fall into any number of other Classes, and Changers could use this to fool you in a vital moment. Keep on your feet.
• Trump: Trumps are....Interesting. To keep things simple, it defines an individual whose Power somehow directly interacts with the Powers of other Capes. This could mean weakening, borrowing, nullifying, empowering, making them go berserk, or even theoretically stealing them. Trumps on their own might not seem impressive, but they can change the flow of a battle with their mere presence.
• Stranger: Strangers deal with espionage and stealth, staying unknown factors in some regards. The methods, just like many other Classes here, can vary widely, but essentially, if your ability can make you harder to keep track of in any fashion, it probably has the Stranger Classification somewhere on it.

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Groups Of Interest

Here, I'll be going in-depth on some groups/entities of note, that you all ought to be aware of, assuming your characters are even slightly informed about anything xD.

G.O.I.s

• The PRT: The PRT, or Parahuman Response Team, is an organization of highly trained, usually un-powered individuals who serve as advanced law enforcement for individuals with Powers; typically villains. They also hold jurisdiction over Heroes, if/when necessary, even having The Guardians, the primo USA squad of Hero Capes, be beholden to them. That's just the way things gotta be to make unpowered folk feel comfortable.
• The Guardians: The most elite Superhero team in the United States, if not the world. Having multiple bases of operations across the country, the team is rarely all together at once. Still, everyone knows that if you can make it into The Guardians, you're a big league name. However, even among the cream of the crop, there are those who stand out; the titular Guardian, the longest standing member of the team, able to form unfathomably powerful energy barriers for both offense and defense, Amazon, a towering figure of a woman with unbelievable physical capabilities, with the most noteworthy being her outright strength, and Gatecrasher, a portal-based Superhero able to teleport people and objects through a number of wormholes that can be collapsed at will for a temporary black hole-esque effect.
• The Redline Guardians: Having put their hand into The Ward Initiative, The Guardians thought it proper to set up a small base with a minor contingent of Guardians to keep an eye on proceedings, and help The Wards get used to the line of work. The heroes in question there are Risen, who was a local Cape of Redline prior to joining The Guardians, who possesses an insane regenerative factor that has made him stronger and tougher each time he's broken, Blaster, a Tinker from Toronto who specializes in high-end energy-based firearms, and Trump Card, whose ability allows him to manifest the inverse of any ability used on him for a short time, working best on Blasters.
• The Elementals: Originally Redline's premier Hero team, after being sidelined by the Guardians, they've mysteriously gone off-grid. Some people believe they might've retired, while others theorize they're scheming vengeance for stolen spotlight. Regardless, when they were in the spotlight, they were an impressive squad built around the gimmick of their name, with each member able to manipulate a natural element in some capacity. The main reason people are concerned about them wanting retribution is due to the team's leader, Hephaestus, a Tinker who centralized around making armor, most notably being his Hellwalker Suit, capable of releasing unholy amounts of high-intensity flame. Regardless of that though, anyone can tell you that being on the wrong side of a Tinker is a terrible idea.
• Knight Aspirant: A 'mercenary' company that has recently joined in the city's sprawl of ne'er-do-wells, villains, and cutthroat gangs, the Knight Aspirants are led by a Tinker named King, who seems to possess a very particular skill for a Tinker; designing Power Armor, suits that directly augment ones' physical capabilities. Making these en masse for his company makes his line-up of thugs far more intimidating than anything else, and quick to stand out due to their knightly aesthetic. Not even mentioning some of his lieutenants, who are packing powers on top of the suits. However, while keeping their standing as a 'neutral party', they've subtly begun taking pieces of the city for themselves, though for what ends, no one is certain.
• The Mutants: A small group of powered individuals, ranging in age from at early as 15 to the mid-20s. Apparently bitter with 'society' and the treatment of Parahumans not willing to be Heroes, though they have expressed it in increasingly concerning, and violent, ways. They also make any unpowered individual trying to reach the upper echelons of their shaky organization take a 'test, presumed to consist of extreme torture methods to force a Trigger Event. While most of their lesser commanders are unknowns (mostly due to dying and getting replaced more often than not), their permanent for now leader is a Brute named Stone, whose Power allows him to absorb rocky material like brick, concrete, or more into his body and form it as a craggy exterior, making him tough and strong. They deal in normal gang behavior, from protection brokering and theft to peddling contraband and sexual slavery. All in all, an unpleasant sort.
• Syndicate: While initially a white-collar criminal enterprise, it seems they've been subtly changing their direction to more dreadful deeds, for unknown purposes. Concerning, given that no one is aware of the head of this organization either. A wild card that had been quiet so far, and is now beginning to try and make waves...
• The Slaughterhouse Seven: Originally the Slaughterhouse Six until their most recent outing, this small group of international degenerates didn't get their name for petty crimes; they're considered monsters, through and through. The kind that when they come to town, heroes and villains put down their pitchforks and shake hands to try and put them down. Key word being try. Last time they showed, however, only one managed to walk out of that intact; their leader since the start, the enigmatic Writhe. Sightings of the man have come and gone for the last handful of years, and no doubt he's putting together a new Seven for more sickening games...
• The Heralds: No one is certain of their origin or intents beyond widespread mayhem, chaos, and death, but The Heralds, or more accurately, the first of The Heralds made its debut all the way back in the 1980's. The first one, promptly dubbed 'Progeny', was a silver-like amorphous entity who emerged in the city of Tokyo, Japan, and wreaked untold havoc, possessing extraordinarily high-end Changer and Brute capabilities; it's body was like puddy it could shape with a thought, forming it into any number of weapons and attacks at the most unpredictable angles, and any damage it suffered, it soon recovered from and adapted to, though thankfully these adaptations didn't last when it emerged again.
  
  Similar to The Seven, Heralds are to be met with a full-force engagement from any Capes capable and willing in the areas they appear in, hero or villain. They're too dangerous to simply ignore. Even with all parties working together, in a Herald attack, it is common for only 2/3rds, or occasionally 1/3rd of the individuals involved to survive, and pretty much anyone involved is guaranteed to suffer injury, likely permanent ones. The other Heralds, those being Archangel and Gaia, are just as deadly as Progeny, if not moreso, though I will go in-depth on them another time. Heralds seem to take 'shifts' in assaulting global locations, usually taking anywhere from three to five months to recover after a debut. In spite of great effort on the ends of both heroes and villains, no Herald has ever been successfully killed.

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With that, I've said my piece! If you have further questions, ask away! In Characters soon will be the Director, who can also serve as a template for your own character sheet! And with any luck, I can get the opener for the RP done rather quickly, because, well...

Truth be told, this is a rebooted RP of mine! Unsurprisingly it means a lot of old faces will be returning, but don't let that dissuade you if you're a newcomer to this; we'll still have a fair few slots open, and I'm always happy to see new people willing to put their best foot forward for a fun Roleplay. With that, I'll be looking forward to seeing characters soon. Au revoir!

[Blizz]

You already know what the fuck 'boutta happen.

[Lewascan2]

We ride at midnight.

[Crusader Lord]

Woohoo! Time for more superpowers!

[canaryrose]

You’re tempting me. Stop it!

… Do I need to resubmit or is Carmen good

[Mintz]

You’re tempting me. Stop it!

… Do I need to resubmit or is Carmen good

@canaryrose

Oh, heya Canary! If ya want back in, I'm totally cool with Carmen, unless you wanna go for something different.

[RBYDark]

Damn, you know all my weaknesses. I totally need to read everything, but gotta ask - are supervillain teens allowed or nah?

[Duoya]

Ward File: 'Faeble' (Warning - Authorization Required to View)

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"'Where'd I get this?' Jeez, well that's a bit direct, don't you think? You should really- wait, don't take it!"

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Name:
Wilbur Levin

Alias:
Faeble
(People better not shit on this, took like 10 tries before I got a name through. Gaslight, Machiavelli, Bullshit-Bard - I come up with gold, and PR sticks me with this!)

Nicknames:
'Justin Case', 'Doogie Howser', 'Jackie Daytona', 'MacReady', and several other aliases are on file. Mr. Levin is prone to adopting these false personas when interacting with others, especially if he is attempting to go undetected.

Prefers being called 'Will' during casual interactions.

Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Mr. Levin is a charismatic, personable, and manipulative individual who regularly changes how he acts around staff and his fellow Wards. He seems to gravitate towards people, seeking companionship and interaction in almost any circumstance he finds himself in. His favorite pastime appears to be watching movies, which is how he spends most of his time at Wards HQ.

To most people, Mr. Levin seems to display a warm and friendly demeanor, allowing him to close distances very quickly. As he builds a rapport and understands them more, he refines his persona, becoming much more reserved and less dynamic - several Ward psychologists believe this is because he doesn't need to 'act out' in front of peers to get attention. Mr. Levin has been observed on numerous occasions going far beyond what was expected of him in order to help acquaintances, either legally or legally. However, while being quite amicable to those that fulfill his need fo-▂▃▅▃▅▃▃, he is quick to use innocent bystanders to further his own goals (See: The Coffee Incident).

Mr. Levin often invites staff and coworkers to interact outside of work hours, especially those whom he is already close with. Some members of staff believe this is due to his ▂▃▅----▃▃▅▅▃▃, but it could also be a genuine attempt to form new interpersonal relationships. It is HIGHLY recommended that high-level staff and PRT members deny any and all attempts to fraternize that Mr. Levin offers to them, as it can lead to an easy breach of Master/Stranger protocols.

Despite claims to the contrary, Mr. Levin appears to display several complexes that are characteristic of young triggers. He appears jealous of other capes, especially Movers - the discrimination he's faced as a Master has shaped his view on capes quite extensively. It is unknown how much of this is genuine, and how much is an attempt to make others lower their guard around him.

Mr. Levin is a pathological liar, and all reports he makes should be backed up by either another Ward, or a direct superior. Despite his claims to regret his past actions, his behavior is why-

(The rest of this section has been deleted.)

Appearance:
Mr. Levin is a teenage male, caucasian, 5'7 and 140 lbs. He has green eyes, and lacks any notable scars, tattoos, or other markings.

Mr. Levin has an extensive wardrobe, covering a wide variety of genres and various 'fits'. He will change outfits depending on what people he plans to interact with, an attempt on his part to blend in and be more approachable. Typically, he will default to formal attire, and will 'dress down' by removing his coat and/or dress shirt.

As Faeble, Mr. Levin's attire is quite generic - a simple suit and tie combo, with a black motorcycle helmet to preserve his identity. Attempts in the past to make This suit is not especially different from his usual attire, though Levin will wear a bulletproof vest underneath it if he is expecting to receive fire. Attempts to make his costume more thematic with his alias have not been well-received by Mr. Levin (See: Glitterbomb Incident).

Biography:
Mr. Levin has lived his entire life in Redline, Maine, and was born to a family of three - Robert Levin (Father), Barbara Levin (Mother), and Cole Levin (Brother). There is little information on the record of Levin's early life - he received average marks most of his academic career, and had little involvement in sports or extracurricular activities. When questioned, Cole claimed that Levin had spent most of his youth playing with friends or helping his brother study.

Around 12 years old, Levin's father was killed in a robbery that occurred in his store. It is around this time that more information on Levin appears - detentions for encouraging fights and stealing, shoplifting, and three suspensions over the course of his middle school career. Due to a life insurance payment, the family was able to support these outbursts, as well as pay for Cole to take his bar exam.

At age 15, Levin's mother Barabara got into a car accident and was rendered comatose. Due to this incident, Cole was designated as Mr. Levin's guardian, and Mr. Levin continues to visit his mother on a weekly basis at ▅▃▂ Medical Center.

Shortly after this incident is the earliest record of Levin's interactions with ▅▅▃▅▂

Mr. Levin seems to have an incredibly deep-seated desire to be liked, as well as what ward psychologists describe as 'acute imposter syndrome and ▅▅▃▅▃▅▂▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▃▃▅▅▅▅▃▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▃▃▅▅▅▅▃▅▅...aggression...▅▅▅▃▅▅▅▃▅▂▂▂

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(A large portion of this section, including various interviews and statements, is either deleted or has been rendered completely nonsensical.)

▅▂▃...which caused a great deal of stress for Mr. Levin. Thankfully, his brother managed to reach a plea bargain with the prosecution - in exchange for no jail time and a minimal mark on his records, Mr. Levin would join the recently forming Wards team to complete his community service hours.

When further biographical information was requested from Mr. Levin to fill his file, he was purposefully vague and deflective. As a result, only information with physical evidence is included in this file, with little contribution from Mr. Levin himself.

Powers:
(DESIGNATION: Master/Stranger 4, Thinker 0)
(NOTES: Standard Master/Stranger protocols should be exercised at all times. Passwords among high-level staff must be changed on a biweekly basis.)

Mr. Levin uses his voice as a medium for his power, causing those who hear it to be affected by the Master component. When speaking, everything that Levin says will be taken at face value by the listener, regardless of its absurdity or preexisting evidence to the contrary. Tests have shown that Mr. Levin could convince staff volunteers and paid subjects of nearly anything - including, but not limited to, 'Owing me 20 dollars' (See Test 013 .mov), 'Leaving your oven running' (See Test 020 .mov), and most notably, 'The sky is brown, and Archangel is attacking.' See Test 029 .mov

Or, you could just say I'm really good at lying.

While Mr. Levin can persuade someone of nearly anything, there are a few topics that lie outside of his ability. When talking with Dr. Anderson (See Test 007 .mov), Levin claimed that 'We have been married for three years!'. Dr. Anderson's eyes glazed over briefly before she immediately denied having ever met Mr. Levin in her life. This, along, with several other (Tests 012, 022, and 023) examples of similar claims, indicates that Mr. Levin is incapable of convincing individuals of things that are deeply engrained in their memories. Examples include important relationships, a job they've held for 20 years, and anything that they know cannot change without notice.

Yeah, if I could convince someone of stuff that big, I'd pull an Annie and become some rich person's kid, not play superhero.

Mr. Levin's power doesn't have a known duration but breaks instantly upon evidence that contradicts the 'lie' being given to the target. Subjects seem to have an awareness that they've been Master'd after the effect is broken, and most have described it as a 'slimy feeling in (their) gut'. Repeated 'breaks' in short succession result in growing discomfort in the target, eventually becoming disorientating, or even causing intense migraines, paranoia, and nosebleeds. Mr. Levin seems to suffer the same effects when his power ends, which is presumably the reason he is able to identify if someone under his effect has broken free. He has lasted significantly longer than most subjects when it comes to displaying these symptoms, however - Mr. Levin claims he still experiences them, but has grown accustomed to the feeling and is 'expecting' it.

It's like a normal guy getting punched compared to a boxer getting punched - I still feel it, I just handle it better.

...Never been punched before though, so the analogy might be a bit off.

Mr. Levin's power extends as far as his speaking range carries it, with electronic devices like Megaphones or Telephones either drowning out his 'natural' voice or simply not being 'soaked' with his power. Additionally, Mr. Levin has stated that there is difficulty in turning off his powers - according to him, they are his 'default', and suppressing them requires active focus.

It is theorized by certain staff members that Mr. Levin possesses a secondary Thinker ability, which allows him to 'read' people around him and identify how to act to, quote 'Make people like him more.' It is unknown if this is truly a Parahuman ability or simply a skill that Mr. Levin is exceptionally proficient in - as a result, he has been given a tentative 'Thinker 0' rating until further research can be done.

(COUNTERMEASURES: In the event Faeble goes rogue, his Master and Stranger rating will both be raised to 6 due to his knowledge of Master/Stranger Protocols and the function of Ward staff and heroes. Protocols must be strictly enforced, and passwords will be immediately changed. Any incoming personnel, guests, and staff must present proper identification to a security officer, who will be behind soundproofed glass and communicate with an electronic system.)

Yeah, or bring a gun. What do I look like, Risen?

Skills:
People Person: As expected of a Master/Stranger, Mr. Levin is exceptionally skilled at manipulating others, even without the direct use of his powers. He has on more than one occasion broken into the Ward computer network and altered documents pertaining to himself without permission (lol), despite there being no evidence he possesses an understanding of programming. In addition to this hacking, he also regularly brings alcohol into Wards HQ, and has been given several warnings against doing so - his ability to acquire or access things he shouldn't be able to (and get away with it) is notable, to say the least.

Planning: Mr. Levin has displayed impressive skill in constructing plans and strategies, usually after his typical persuasion has failed. These can get quite elaborate, as seen by 'The Coffee Incident' (See Laxatives .mov). Despite his short time in the Wards, his ability to accomplish complicated and large-scale operations with minimal manpower and resources makes him very dangerous to leave unsupervised.

Disguise: Mr. Levin is quite skilled with make-up and styling hair, a result of his mother's profession as a Beautician. He makes great use of this with his power, capable of disguising himself with wigs, makeup, and various other implements in order to keep his civilian identity anonymous, while also preventing villains from targeting him as a known Master. His skill in tailoring, while not as notable, is high enough that he chooses to request thread to repair his outfits, rather than order new ones or pay for repairs.

Other:
Mr. Levin has a tendency to use sarcasm to disarm situations which, thanks to his power, is often taken quite literally by everyone involved. If you are confused by something Mr. Levin says, please ask him to clarify what he means, and remind him to focus on his speech exercises.

Finally got to this thing - not naming any names, but whoever reads this file next, be sure to tell your coworkers to not write next week's password on a sticky note, ok?

Did my own little edits, I felt like you guys were missing some important information!

What else to add, what else... Oh, my favorite superpower is Super Speed. Gatecrasher can blow me, the coolest Mover in The Guardians will always be Relativity, no question. RIP

[Mintz]

Damn, you know all my weaknesses. I totally need to read everything, but gotta ask - are supervillain teens allowed or nah?

@RBYDark

Sup RBY lol. Generally speaking I'd prefer a proper Ward to start off with, but if you wanna be involved in other stuff yes, including some baddies it ain't outta the cards. Just...Not a recommended starting point, given this RP focuses on The Wards more than anything.

[Mintz]

Ward File: 'Faeble' (Warning - Authorization Required to View)

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"'Where'd I get this?' Jeez, well that's a bit direct, don't you think? You should really- wait, don't take it!"

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Name:
Wilbur Levin

Alias:
Faeble
(People better not shit on this, took like 10 tries before I got a name through. Gaslight, Machiavelli, Bullshit-Bard - I come up with gold, and PR sticks me with this!)

Nicknames:
'Justin Case', 'Doogie Howser', 'Jackie Daytona', 'MacReady', and several other aliases are on file. Mr. Levin is prone to adopting these false personas when interacting with others, especially if he is attempting to go undetected.

Prefers being called 'Will' during casual interactions.

Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Mr. Levin is a charismatic, personable, and manipulative individual who regularly changes how he acts around staff and his fellow Wards. He seems to gravitate towards people, seeking companionship and interaction in almost any circumstance he finds himself in. His favorite pastime appears to be watching movies, which is how he spends most of his time at Wards HQ.

To most people, Mr. Levin seems to display a warm and friendly demeanor, allowing him to close distances very quickly. As he builds a rapport and understands them more, he refines his persona, becoming much more reserved and less dynamic - several Ward psychologists believe this is because he doesn't need to 'act out' in front of peers to get attention. Mr. Levin has been observed on numerous occasions going far beyond what was expected of him in order to help acquaintances, either legally or legally. However, while being quite amicable to those that fulfill his need fo-▂▃▅▃▅▃▃, he is quick to use innocent bystanders to further his own goals (See: The Coffee Incident).

Mr. Levin often invites staff and coworkers to interact outside of work hours, especially those whom he is already close with. Some members of staff believe this is due to his ▂▃▅----▃▃▅▅▃▃, but it could also be a genuine attempt to form new interpersonal relationships. It is HIGHLY recommended that high-level staff and PRT members deny any and all attempts to fraternize that Mr. Levin offers to them, as it can lead to an easy breach of Master/Stranger protocols.

Despite claims to the contrary, Mr. Levin appears to display several complexes that are characteristic of young triggers. He appears jealous of other capes, especially Movers - the discrimination he's faced as a Master has shaped his view on capes quite extensively. It is unknown how much of this is genuine, and how much is an attempt to make others lower their guard around him.

Mr. Levin is a pathological liar, and all reports he makes should be backed up by either another Ward, or a direct superior. Despite his claims to regret his past actions, his behavior is why-

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Appearance:
Mr. Levin is a teenage male, caucasian, 5'7 and 140 lbs. He has green eyes, and lacks any notable scars, tattoos, or other markings.

Mr. Levin has an extensive wardrobe, covering a wide variety of genres and various 'fits'. He will change outfits depending on what people he plans to interact with, an attempt on his part to blend in and be more approachable. Typically, he will default to formal attire, and will 'dress down' by removing his coat and/or dress shirt.

As Faeble, Mr. Levin's attire is quite generic - a simple suit and tie combo, with a black motorcycle helmet to preserve his identity. Attempts in the past to make This suit is not especially different from his usual attire, though Levin will wear a bulletproof vest underneath it if he is expecting to receive fire. Attempts to make his costume more thematic with his alias have not been well-received by Mr. Levin (See: Glitterbomb Incident).

Biography:
Mr. Levin has lived his entire life in Redline, Maine, and was born to a family of three - Robert Levin (Father), Barbara Levin (Mother), and Cole Levin (Brother). There is little information on the record of Levin's early life - he received average marks most of his academic career, and had little involvement in sports or extracurricular activities. When questioned, Cole claimed that Levin had spent most of his youth playing with friends or helping his brother study.

Around 12 years old, Levin's father was killed in a robbery that occurred in his store. It is around this time that more information on Levin appears - detentions for encouraging fights and stealing, shoplifting, and three suspensions over the course of his middle school career. Due to a life insurance payment, the family was able to support these outbursts, as well as pay for Cole to take his bar exam.

At age 15, Levin's mother Barabara got into a car accident and was rendered comatose. Due to this incident, Cole was designated as Mr. Levin's guardian, and Mr. Levin continues to visit his mother on a weekly basis at ▅▃▂ Medical Center.

Shortly after this incident is the earliest record of Levin's interactions with ▅▅▃▅▂

Mr. Levin seems to have an incredibly deep-seated desire to be liked, as well as what ward psychologists describe as 'acute imposter syndrome and ▅▅▃▅▃▅▂▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▃▃▅▅▅▅▃▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▃▃▅▅▅▅▃▅▅...aggression...▅▅▅▃▅▅▅▃▅▂▂▂

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(A large portion of this section, including various interviews and statements, is either deleted or has been rendered completely nonsensical.)

▅▂▃...which caused a great deal of stress for Mr. Levin. Thankfully, his brother managed to reach a plea bargain with the prosecution - in exchange for no jail time and a minimal mark on his records, Mr. Levin would join the recently forming Wards team to complete his community service hours.

When further biographical information was requested from Mr. Levin to fill his file, he was purposefully vague and deflective. As a result, only information with physical evidence is included in this file, with little contribution from Mr. Levin himself.

Powers:
(DESIGNATION: Master/Stranger 4, Thinker 0)
(NOTES: Standard Master/Stranger protocols should be exercised at all times. Passwords among high-level staff must be changed on a biweekly basis.)

Mr. Levin uses his voice as a medium for his power, causing those who hear it to be affected by the Master component. When speaking, everything that Levin says will be taken at face value by the listener, regardless of its absurdity or preexisting evidence to the contrary. Tests have shown that Mr. Levin could convince staff volunteers and paid subjects of nearly anything - including, but not limited to, 'Owing me 20 dollars' (See Test 013 .mov), 'Leaving your oven running' (See Test 020 .mov), and most notably, 'The sky is brown, and Archangel is attacking.' See Test 029 .mov

Or, you could just say I'm really good at lying.

While Mr. Levin can persuade someone of nearly anything, there are a few topics that lie outside of his ability. When talking with Dr. Anderson (See Test 007 .mov), Levin claimed that 'We have been married for three years!'. Dr. Anderson's eyes glazed over briefly before she immediately denied having ever met Mr. Levin in her life. This, along, with several other (Tests 012, 022, and 023) examples of similar claims, indicates that Mr. Levin is incapable of convincing individuals of things that are deeply engrained in their memories. Examples include important relationships, a job they've held for 20 years, and anything that they know cannot change without notice.

Yeah, if I could convince someone of stuff that big, I'd pull an Annie and become some rich person's kid, not play superhero.

Mr. Levin's power doesn't have a known duration but breaks instantly upon evidence that contradicts the 'lie' being given to the target. Subjects seem to have an awareness that they've been Master'd after the effect is broken, and most have described it as a 'slimy feeling in (their) gut'. Repeated 'breaks' in short succession result in growing discomfort in the target, eventually becoming disorientating, or even causing intense migraines, paranoia, and nosebleeds. Mr. Levin seems to suffer the same effects when his power ends, which is presumably the reason he is able to identify if someone under his effect has broken free. He has lasted significantly longer than most subjects when it comes to displaying these symptoms, however - Mr. Levin claims he still experiences them, but has grown accustomed to the feeling and is 'expecting' it.

It's like a normal guy getting punched compared to a boxer getting punched - I still feel it, I just handle it better.

...Never been punched before though, so the analogy might be a bit off.

Mr. Levin's power extends as far as his speaking range carries it, with electronic devices like Megaphones or Telephones either drowning out his 'natural' voice or simply not being 'soaked' with his power. Additionally, Mr. Levin has stated that there is difficulty in turning off his powers - according to him, they are his 'default', and suppressing them requires active focus.

It is theorized by certain staff members that Mr. Levin possesses a secondary Thinker ability, which allows him to 'read' people around him and identify how to act to, quote 'Make people like him more.' It is unknown if this is truly a Parahuman ability or simply a skill that Mr. Levin is exceptionally proficient in - as a result, he has been given a tentative 'Thinker 0' rating until further research can be done.

(COUNTERMEASURES: In the event Faeble goes rogue, his Master and Stranger rating will both be raised to 6 due to his knowledge of Master/Stranger Protocols and the function of Ward staff and heroes. Protocols must be strictly enforced, and passwords will be immediately changed. Any incoming personnel, guests, and staff must present proper identification to a security officer, who will be behind soundproofed glass and communicate with an electronic system.)

Yeah, or bring a gun. What do I look like, Risen?

Skills:
People Person: As expected of a Master/Stranger, Mr. Levin is exceptionally skilled at manipulating others, even without the direct use of his powers. He has on more than one occasion broken into the Ward computer network and altered documents pertaining to himself without permission (lol), despite there being no evidence he possesses an understanding of programming. In addition to this hacking, he also regularly brings alcohol into Wards HQ, and has been given several warnings against doing so - his ability to acquire or access things he shouldn't be able to (and get away with it) is notable, to say the least.

Planning: Mr. Levin has displayed impressive skill in constructing plans and strategies, usually after his typical persuasion has failed. These can get quite elaborate, as seen by 'The Coffee Incident' (See Laxatives .mov). Despite his short time in the Wards, his ability to accomplish complicated and large-scale operations with minimal manpower and resources makes him very dangerous to leave unsupervised.

Disguise: Mr. Levin is quite skilled with make-up and styling hair, a result of his mother's profession as a Beautician. He makes great use of this with his power, capable of disguising himself with wigs, makeup, and various other implements in order to keep his civilian identity anonymous, while also preventing villains from targeting him as a known Master. His skill in tailoring, while not as notable, is high enough that he chooses to request thread to repair his outfits, rather than order new ones or pay for repairs.

Other:
Mr. Levin has a tendency to use sarcasm to disarm situations which, thanks to his power, is often taken quite literally by everyone involved. If you are confused by something Mr. Levin says, please ask him to clarify what he means, and remind him to focus on his speech exercises.

Finally got to this thing - not naming any names, but whoever reads this file next, be sure to tell your coworkers to not write next week's password on a sticky note, ok?

Did my own little edits, I felt like you guys were missing some important information!

What else to add, what else... Oh, my favorite superpower is Super Speed. Gatecrasher can blow me, the coolest Mover in The Guardians will always be Relativity, no question. RIP

@Duoya

Faeble is accepted.

"...Also, Tristan's getting his pay docked. Sticky notes, seriously?"

[The Man Emperor]

Alman Kastrati

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"Stars never align for anyone - except me, of course."

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Name: Alman Kastrati

Alias: Solar Lance

Nicknames: Alms, PRAISE THE SUN

Age: 17

Gender: A boi

Personality: Alman has a generally pleasant demeanor, and seems to be "chill" most of the time. He is noted to be highly enamored by ‘cute, fluffy animals’, and possesses a keen sense of intuition of trustworthiness. Alman is pretty protective of those folks he happens to like, though those that he had a bad experience of could expect to be suddenly abandoned in the middle of a fight.

Aside from that, Alman is incredibly petty. Ruin his day, or his property? He’ll do the same, but he’ll try to make it a bit worse for whoever pissed on his parade. He is pretty much the embodiment of karma in this regard; actions will come back around, so better be nice to the guy, or else you’ll find yourself randomly inconvenienced by small, but infuriating things. Rule of thumb with Alman, then, is that he always returns to sender.

Appearance:

My Hider

Alman is 5’3” in height, with markedly Caucasian features, though he gravitates to the somewhat tanner side. His pupils are amber in color, accompanied by black framed glasses. His clothing choices usually gravitate around cloaks and other comfortable, flowing garments. Apparently, he sees it as ‘liberating’. The flat cap seems to be a favorite of his whenever he doesn’t have to use the Cape costume.


As a Cape, he uses a suit that is shielded from the effects of his own stars, such as bright flashes and radiation. The cape on his back has a star pattern on it, which seamlessly blends into the starry sky at night. The vital areas are covered by protective kevlar, while a high grade helmet with a wide visor keeps his head safe. Overall, it is quite comfortable to be in, just as he prefers all clothes to be. It is not the most mobile of outfits, but it serves its purpose.

Biography: Alman wasn’t from Redline originally. Nor was he originally a citizen of the United States, either. His earliest memories, at least as far as he is willing to admit, traces back to their apartment in the city of Pristina, Kosovo, as the firstborn son of Selim and Jelena Kastrati.

Either way, Alman doesn’t remember all too much of his home country, as his family left it when he was five years old due to the highly volatile situation that it was in. They first arrived in New York City, and then moved up further north into Maine, where they finally settled down, somewhat. Now, they faced a whole new world.

As a child, he had the dream of becoming an astronaut, and reaching out towards the stars. Every night, he would look through the telescope, thinking of impossible dreams as typical for someone of such a young age. He knew every famous star and constellation, recognizing them as they shone in the night sky. Alman had quite a few difficulties with the English language, and was as such bullied for it in school, though that was simply the first reason. Other causes arose, namely because of his lack of aptitude for sports, and other generic reasons. He was passive though, and simply took it without telling anyone else, as he knew he couldn't fight back against the likes of them. Not like this. He would just get beaten even more. To make matters worse, his mother had been feeling unwell a lot of the time, but she always said that it was just her getting tired at work, which just made Alman worry to the point of being nearly physically sick. It seemed that the sorry state of everything was going to stay that way for a very long time.

One day, however, everything changed. Alman' mother had fallen ill. All those headaches weren’t just from the stress of work; it was a brain tumour. Alas, they didn't have the money to pay for the medication/medical bills to aid with her situation. She was, in all respects, dying.

In desperation, Alman’ father and uncle went to a dangerous, but deceptively friendly connection. They did not know what price they might pay in the process of getting the funds they required, but surely any sacrifice was worth it, if only her life was saved? By this point, Alman’ mother’s cancer was close to getting to a terminal stage, and there was little time left before it would begin to be difficult to dislodge.

That connection that they went to, it turned out, was a group for organized crime, who had them meet outside at night, where the Milky Way itself was visible in the sky. They were apparently willing to provide the money that the Kastratis needed, if only they would do something in return. That something, however, was heinous in its nature. Murderous, even. The boss wanted someone dead, and the assassination was their price. Alman father and uncle balked at this. They had expected something that would involve them and themselves alone, but it now seemed that this would be a life for a life. Now that they know who was the target, though, they cannot leave. Not until they say yes to the deal.

And so, the gangsters took hold of Alman’ father and uncle, and began to beat them to submission. The crime lord made him watch, forcibly keeping his eyes open even as he tried to look away. Here, he felt rage, and chaos. Rage at his father for believing that it was a good idea to plead the mafia for aid. Rage at the mafia for what they were now doing, and what they would make them do in exchange for a promise they may never carry out. He managed to close his eyes shut, if only for a moment, and heard only the chaos from his surroundings; the laughing of vicious thugs, the cries of pain, the sounds of blunt implements impacting against flesh. Rage. Disorder. They were all his to bear.

At that moment, an entity that skirted in the dimensions far above the ken of mortal perceptions found a suitable vessel. A shard unraveled, and in a split second, Alman was enlightened. He could now create the shiniest of lights, the fiercest of flames, the purest manifestation of starfire. And so, instead of his family being the victims that night, the gangsters were annihilated. Orbs of starlight burst into existence, before searing hot beams of annihilation set clothing and flesh alight. The chaotic constellation that ensued wiped out the gangsters, purging them from the face of the earth. The gang were all dead, and the Kastrati clan still lived. The money, which had been in a suitcase as a fleeting proof of the deal they could have made, was now theirs for the taking. His mother will live, but at what cost?

Later in the morning, as the Kastratis recovered and spoke to one another about the events of last night, the PRT showed up at their door. PRT investigations found traces of ionized gas within the area of concern, as well as charred bodies belonging to some of the most notorious gangsters in the state. Investigations pinpointed just who these gangsters were supposed to meet at the night, which led them to this moment. It was clear, however, that Alman cannot remain in regular society like this. His parents were somewhat resistant to the idea that their only child is to go away from them, but they relented after about a week as the ultimatum became heavier. In exchange for around the clock protection for them, Alman was to enter the Wards Program.

Powers:

Cosmogenesis (Blaster 6): Alman produces and channels plasma energy. He is as such able to create and maintain up to four miniature stars at a given time, which can then either operate as a source of light… Or a beam tower.

Solar Lance: Each star that Alman creates can fire one beam of light energy at a time, which is capable of melting metal upon contact. It has a range of around 100 meters before it dissipates.

The stars can combine their beams into one, extending the range to 400 meters in exchange for consuming a high amount of energy.

Skills: When he was still unpowered, Alman was noted to be a great painter.
Other: No girlfriend since birth, sadly.

[Blizz]

That Bitch

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"I've been burned, blasted, stabbed, and I've bled all over the street more times than I can count. You think you're special?"

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🎶DEAD SET! HELLBENT! RELENTLESS!!!🎶

Name
Demi Stevens

Alias
Bastion

Nicknames
"Absolute Unit", Natalie
"Dems" (No one actually calls her that)

Age
16

Gender
Female - She/Her

Personality
To call Demi headstrong would be an understatement. She always puts her best effort forward, confident that she’ll see something through to the end before it even starts. While not necessarily the “bubbly and cheery” kind of person, Demi is undoubtedly a positive person who can always be counted on to take things seriously and do what has to be done. Demi likes to look out for other people, making sure they’re okay and providing a shoulder for them to learn or cry on if they need. When she’s in costume as Bastion, she shows absurd courage in the face of danger. Demi is a diehard, absolute true believer of a cape with a near obsession for heroics, dedicated to helping others and stopping villains like a machine. All of this makes her seem like a classic example of what a hero should be, but it hides some less glamorous things that she isn't proud of.

Demi doesn’t admit it, but she feels like she needs to be a hero. She cares deeply for other people, but Demi tends to experience feelings of self-loathing and insecurity when she isn’t out there in the streets putting up a fight against villains. She’s spent so much time as Bastion that sometimes she struggles to deal with just being Demi. She often pushes herself to do things more harshly than she should. While Demi is smart enough to not do something without proper caution, she has a deep workaholic streak, and derives self-validation from her actions as a hero. Demi's fixation on being a cape and getting things done leads her to pushing things too far even when any other sane person would stop and take a break. To anyone witnessing this, it simply seems like Demi is just a very very proud and determined cape. Which she is, despite the self-destructive tendencies that she hides deep down.

Appearance
She’s 5”11’ and built like a Ford F-150, what more do you need to know?

Biography
Roughly two years ago, a cape showed up to Redline. No one knew where she came from, but she immediately set out to do what all capes did. Bastion's appearance went mostly under the radar for a few months until she got to know what villains were where, at which point the new hero began making moves against every villain she could find. This was nothing out of the ordinary, heroes took the fight to villains all the time, but Bastion was quickly noted for always being at the scene of the crime. Bank robbery? Bastion was there. The Knights Aspirant are trying to take a piece of territory? Bastion was there. You name it, she showed up to as many conflicts as she was physically able to and got on board with heroes who were planning something whenever she could. One of her more notable feats of heroism involve a fight in the heart of the city, where Bastion hauled a power armored goon off of the floor and threw him at another power armored goon as if he was just a sack of flour. Both armor suits were smashed out of commission, and the bad guys got caught. This was undoubtedly absolutely hilarious to watch for some people who saw it on live tv, seeing a villain get broadsided with another villain, but the PRT saw this, and thought it was odd for someone with that kind of skill to be running around in just a motorcycle helmet and a winter jacket for a costume. More importantly, she wasn't on their payroll.

They offered her a job, which Bastion turned down politely for reasons she didn't specify, and then went about her business. A year later, something similar happened. A bank robbery lead by a blaster named Daggershot, who made shrapnel projectiles. Bastion was there like usual, slinging shields like frisbees and slamming into the robbers like an NFL quarterback like usual, and keeping people safe like usual. Everything was normal for her, as well as the other heroes who showed up. What wasn't usual however, was the fact that Daggershot managed to blast Bastion in the side when she looked away for a split second. Bastion hurled a shield into his center mass before he could put a hole in her head with those projectiles, but now she was bleeding horribly, and struggling to stand. The other heroes on the scene got her to a hospital. It was then revealed that Bastion was only 16 years old, and that her parents "weren't around." She didn't explain what that meant, but for the last two years, this kid had been running around without any regard for her own wellbeing doing the job of a hero, and she didn't even have a home. The director of the PRT found out about this, and went to talk to her about it.

Despite the many questions she was asked, Bastion didn't give a lot of personal answers. She never told anyone where she came from or who her parents were. They simply weren't a consideration, especially since they were the cause of her trigger event. Bastion spent a week in the hospital, and during this time, she and the director got to know each other enough that Bastion was offered a place on the Wards team coming together. She was always known as one of those capes that jumped at every opportunity to do something good for others, and so Bastion accepted after she recovered from the quasi-shotgun blast in her side. Besides, someone on this team needs to know what they're doing.

Powers

Brute | Shaker(Trump)

Imagine, if you will, that Guardian and Amazon had a child.

Bastion produces forcefields that disrupt powers and their effects. The forcefields have enough strength to withstand bullets and being thrown at a brick wall. Whenever a parahuman comes into contact with one of Bastion's forcefields, their powers are disrupted and taken out temporarily. Someone in an active breaker form would be pushed out of that form, changers would struggle to change substantially, or even at all. Blaster projectiles or shaker effects would be cut off by the shields depending on the way they functioned. In order for this to work, the barriers have to make physical contact with something, and nullifying someone's powers doesn't always work in a simple way. A tinker's weapon might stop working if it touched a forcefield, but the tinker's ability to understand their tech wouldn't change if they touched it; A master's control over someone might not be stopped if their victim touched the shield, but only if the master did. In cases where a forcefield breaks, it doesn't just vanish into thin air quietly, but in a burst of force that feels like getting punched in the face.

Bastion also has an absurd amount of physical strength. She may not be able to lift a semi-truck over her head, but she's usually the strongest person in a room. With one arm, Bastion can lift anywhere from 150lbs to 200. If she put her whole body into it, she could likely push a car full of snot-nosed 5th graders up a hill. Despite having that much strength, it doesn't give her any ability to jump across rooftops, tank bullets without a shield or outrun a mover. Granted, you definitely wouldn't want to be in her way when Bastion starts charging into something, but her brute powers do very little for her beyond lifting really heavy things or throwing a villain who got too close to her through a wall.

One of Bastion's favorite ways to use her powers is to fling one of her forcefields at somebody like she's Captain fucking America, by using her arm strength along with her control over the shields to hurl them forward with enough force to shatter them against something.

Other
Bastion's favorite powers are the ones that capes like Guardian and Amazon have, because all the cool heroes are either absurdly buff or make forcefields. Ask her how she knows.

[Mintz]

That Bitch

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"I've been burned, blasted, stabbed, and I've bled all over the street more times than I can count. You think you're special?"

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🎶DEAD SET! HELLBENT! RELENTLESS!!!🎶

Name
Demi Stevens

Alias
Bastion

Nicknames
"Absolute Unit", Natalie
"Dems" (No one actually calls her that)

Age
16

Gender
Female - She/Her

Personality
To call Demi headstrong would be an understatement. She always puts her best effort forward, confident that she’ll see something through to the end before it even starts. While not necessarily the “bubbly and cheery” kind of person, Demi is undoubtedly a positive person who can always be counted on to take things seriously and do what has to be done. Demi likes to look out for other people, making sure they’re okay and providing a shoulder for them to learn or cry on if they need. When she’s in costume as Bastion, she shows absurd courage in the face of danger. Demi is a diehard, absolute true believer of a cape with a near obsession for heroics, dedicated to helping others and stopping villains like a machine. All of this makes her seem like a classic example of what a hero should be, but it hides some less glamorous things that she isn't proud of.

Demi doesn’t admit it, but she feels like she needs to be a hero. She cares deeply for other people, but Demi tends to experience feelings of self-loathing and insecurity when she isn’t out there in the streets putting up a fight against villains. She’s spent so much time as Bastion that sometimes she struggles to deal with just being Demi. She often pushes herself to do things more harshly than she should. While Demi is smart enough to not do something without proper caution, she has a deep workaholic streak, and derives self-validation from her actions as a hero. Demi's fixation on being a cape and getting things done leads her to pushing things too far even when any other sane person would stop and take a break. To anyone witnessing this, it simply seems like Demi is just a very very proud and determined cape. Which she is, despite the self-destructive tendencies that she hides deep down.

Appearance
She’s 5”11’ and built like a Ford F-150, what more do you need to know?

Biography
Roughly three years ago, a cape showed up to Redline. No one knew where she came from, but she immediately set out to do what all capes did. Bastion's appearance went mostly under the radar for a few months until she got to know what villains were where, at which point the new hero began making moves against every villain she could find. This was nothing out of the ordinary, heroes took the fight to villains all the time, but Bastion was quickly noted for always being at the scene of the crime. Bank robbery? Bastion was there. The Knights Aspirant are trying to take a piece of territory? Bastion was there. You name it, she showed up to as many conflicts as she was physically able to and got on board with heroes who were planning something whenever she could. One of her more notable feats of heroism involve a fight in the heart of the city, where Bastion hauled a power armored goon off of the floor and threw him at another power armored goon as if he was just a sack of flour. Both armor suits were smashed out of commission, and the bad guys got caught. This was undoubtedly absolutely hilarious to watch for some people who saw it on live tv, seeing a villain get broadsided with another villain, but the PRT saw this, and thought it was odd for someone with that kind of skill to be running around in just a motorcycle helmet and a winter jacket for a costume. More importantly, she wasn't on their payroll.

They offered her a job, which Bastion turned down politely for reasons she didn't specify, and then went about her business. A year later, something similar happened. A bank robbery lead by a blaster named Daggershot, who made shrapnel projectiles. Bastion was there like usual, slinging shields like frisbees and slamming into the robbers like an NFL quarterback like usual, and keeping people safe like usual. Everything was normal for her, as well as the other heroes who showed up. What wasn't usual however, was the fact that Daggershot managed to blast Bastion in the side when she looked away for a split second. Bastion hurled a shield into his center mass before he could put a hole in her head with those projectiles, but now she was bleeding horribly, and struggling to stand. The other heroes on the scene got her to a hospital. It was then revealed that Bastion was only 16 years old, and that her parents "weren't around." She didn't explain what that meant, but for the last three years, this kid had been running around without any regard for her own wellbeing doing the job of a hero, and she didn't even have a home. The director of the PRT found out about this, and went to talk to her about it.

Despite the many questions she was asked, Bastion didn't give a lot of personal answers. She never told anyone where she came from or who her parents were. They simply weren't a consideration, especially since they were the cause of her trigger event. Bastion spent a week in the hospital, and during this time, she and the director got to know each other enough that Bastion was offered a place on the Wards team coming together. She was always known as one of those capes that jumped at every opportunity to do something good for others, and so Bastion accepted after she recovered from the quasi-shotgun blast in her side. Besides, someone on this team needs to know what they're doing.

Powers

Brute | Shaker(Trump)

Imagine, if you will, that Guardian and Amazon had a child.

Bastion produces forcefields that disrupt powers and their effects. The forcefields have enough strength to withstand bullets and being thrown at a brick wall. Whenever a parahuman comes into contact with one of Bastion's forcefields, their powers are disrupted and taken out temporarily. Someone in an active breaker form would be pushed out of that form, changers would struggle to change substantially, or even at all. Blaster projectiles or shaker effects would be cut off by the shields depending on the way they functioned. In order for this to work, the barriers have to make physical contact with something, and nullifying someone's powers doesn't always work in a simple way. A tinker's weapon might stop working if it touched a forcefield, but the tinker's ability to understand their tech wouldn't change if they touched it; A master's control over someone might not be stopped if their victim touched the shield, but only if the master did. In cases where a forcefield breaks, it doesn't just vanish into thin air quietly, but in a burst of force that feels like getting punched in the face.

Bastion also has an absurd amount of physical strength. She may not be able to lift a semi-truck over her head, but she's usually the strongest person in a room. With one arm, Bastion can lift anywhere from 150lbs to 200. If she put her whole body into it, she could likely push a car full of snot-nosed 5th graders up a hill. Despite having that much strength, it doesn't give her any ability to jump across rooftops, tank bullets without a shield or outrun a mover. Granted, you definitely wouldn't want to be in her way when Bastion starts charging into something, but her brute powers do very little for her beyond lifting really heavy things or throwing a villain who got too close to her through a wall.

One of Bastion's favorite ways to use her powers is to fling one of her forcefields at somebody like she's Captain fucking America, by using her arm strength along with her control over the shields to hurl them forward with enough force to shatter them against something.

Other
Bastion's favorite powers are the ones that capes like Guardian and Amazon have, because all the cool heroes are either absurdly buff or make forcefields. Ask her how she knows.

@Blizz

Okay, my one ask is this; maybe have her being active for two years over three? I can buy into a 14-year-old doing this kinda crap a lot more xD

Other than that minor nitpick though, I'm a big fan of Bastion here. Get 'er up!

[Ever Faithful]

Szarlota Raczkowska

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"I won't die. I will live forever."

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Name: Szarlota Raczkowska

Alias: Schrodinger

Nicknames: Szar, Szarlie

Age: 16

Gender: female

Personality: She is a two-faced girl that craves adoration yet despises attention. She can stick to a crowd and yearns for solitude. Be part of a team yet complains she works alone. Proclaim her independence yet remains under the thumb of her own biases, expectations, and parents. A wannabe punk girl that despises the company of gangsters and rebels alike. Although she often praises the Guardians as paragons of virtue, Szarlota sneers under her breath how out-of-touch moral busybodies they are.

Appearance: Tall and lean girl that stands at 5’10”. She is hardly seen without her makeup and jester outfit. Her blue eyes and black hair are the only things that could discern her from the crowd when she is out of costume.

Biography:
Szarlota Raczkowska was born to an old family of Polish immigrants who fled the motherland before the Nazis invaded in 1939. It was bad enough for them to deal with racism and poor working conditions but the war hit them hard when several of their uncles and aunts were sent to concentration camps where they never get to see the end of the war. Her grandfather, however, brought light into their bleak world by enlisting as a fighter pilot in the US Air Force and became an ace pilot after scoring seven kills by the war’s end. There was great rejoicing when the grandpa’s brother managed to survive the Holocaust and immigrated to the US to see the rest of his family.

Szarlota grew up in the rural house that her grandparents built after WWII alongside a few of her younger sisters. It’s sort of a new ancestral home for the Raczkowska family. Her parents were always away because of their work-related businesses traveling to Poznan and Warsaw in Poland. Growing up, Szarlota and her sisters would sit by the campfire and listen to their grandparents’ stories of the War and listen to old Polish songs.

Szarlota didn’t really become part of the Wards until the middle of high school after the Pole unearthed an old chest filled with antique memorabilia. A small treasure of items her grandparents have collected from the war and the Warsaw Pact before bringing them here to the US. Of these curious items was a jester mask. Pale as a ghost with a sinister long nose and crooked smile frozen in gratuitous laughter. The eyes seem to stare straight deep into her soul and looked as if they reveled in her insecurities, her frustrations, and her doubts.

Wear me. It jeered. Not like your face can get any uglier.

And so she did.

By the time Szarlota can finally comprehend what she has done, she has already died twice over trying to stop a robbery. Her unsuccessful attempt at being a vigilante quickly caught the radar of the Wards program. Since Szarlota had nothing better to do with her apparently "third" chance of life, she accepted to be an initiate.

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[POWERS]
Current Designation: Stranger

Schrodinger's Cat:
Szarlota can fake her own death to avoid detection and escape. Whether it's being killed by bullets or crushed to death, she will simply reappear in a completely different area, undeterred and unsuspected, while leaving behind a corpse that would inevitably disappear without a trace. Carlota can even reawaken in the last bed she slept in after she got killed as if she was respawning from a last save location in a video game. All items not stored in her clothes or in her hands will not reappear upon recovery and must be physically regained.

[SKILLS]
- A skilled violinist and pianist; occasionally a street performer
- Been trained in basic firearm safety and marksmanship though she knows how to dismantle and repair a gun.
- Naturally quiet and swift on her feet, a talent she enjoys when surprising others before engaging in shameless flirting
- Despite her attitude, Szarlota is a home cook and erudite in her private life. Enjoys reading European history and philosophy.
- Knows how to swim and ride a bicycle.

Other: - Has a preference for historical firearms such as the Tommy Gun and the PPSH-41, both of which were her grandparents' weapons.
- Despite having an eye for girls, Szarlota casually enjoys flirting with boys just to see their reactions.
-Extremely protective of her family's honor.

[Lewascan2]

Jen Mackens: WATTSON

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"Ah, so it's going to be one of those days, huh?"

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Name: Jennifer Isabelle Mackens

Alias: Wattson

Nicknames: Jen (considers her full name a mouthful)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Personality:

Punch-clock Hero

“The Quiet One” in a nutshell. A wallflower that prefers to coast through social situations with only the occasional utterance, merely observing and cataloging the important bits of ongoing conversations. It’s not so much that she’s incapable as she is merely antisocial. While she doesn’t like using it, she is capable of social intrigue. Her thoughtful, cautious nature often tempers her words, carefully tailoring them to achieve her desired results. If she doesn’t care to put on a show, however, she comes across as far more sardonic, noncommittal and snippy. At times, this standoffish visage fades, especially when her curiosity and hunger for knowledge are piqued. She is also prone to being more brutally honest with those she considers friends or -at least- friendly acquaintances. Although raised by a law enforcer, Jen has never fully conformed to such lines of thinking. Though she does define several sharp lines in the sand, her judgment is extremely vigilante-esce, believing that the best way to handle threats is to eliminate them such that “there is not even the possibility of them being a threat again”. Her primary restraint is minding whether she could feasibly get away with doing so without consequences.

While Jen has a sense of morality, it is largely tempered by selfishness. Somewhat disturbingly practical, Jen has no interest in heroics, not in a serious sense. She sees it as a dead-end job, even in the literal sense. If she had her way, she would live a quiet, undisturbed civilian life, using her powers solely for her own gain and to protect her personal interests when the likes of reckless Cape activities decide to rudely intrude. In a sense, Jen treats being a hero like a "punch-clock" job. She's there to get her hours in, do her duty, get her pay and clock out, nothing more and nothing less. Her pride and sense of completionism at least compel her to make an effort to give the most rationally sufficient "service" possible according to her job's standards, but otherwise, she is not really the type to go above and beyond the call of duty unless she has no other option.

That being said, she does make some effort to conceal her "conventionally negative" aspects. She has no interest in antagonizing others for no reason and making unnecessary enemies, and by her reckoning, it's much easier to go with the flow where possible. She will follow orders to the letter -even if not the spirit- and generally makes an effort not to come across as a rebellious teenager. She has no intention of making heroics a lasting career and has every intent of quitting as soon as she's in an advantageous position for it, but there's no good reason to let others know that's the case and broadcast her true feelings. It's much easier to catch flies with honey, after all, and she's certain that pretending to be a good little child soldier will serve to smooth over the path of her near future much more nicely than the alternative.

At some point, one might wonder, is this level of selfishness normal? Perhaps it's a power-induced psychosis, an emotional separation to go with the physical separation. Regardless, Jen seems quite capable of acting in a manner outwardly divorced from her drives when needed. On the job, in costume, she plays something of an aloof detective crossed with surprisingly charismatic speaker. She gives hope to the hearts of the masses through encouraging words and actions, saves lives with a pat on the shoulder and two-fingered salute... and at the same time strives to drive fear into the hearts of villains. For her, it is not enough to defeat them physically, but mentally as well, to destroy them so that they will not choose villainy again. She takes especially harsh action on villains that take hostages, and she has little patience for playing to the tune of her opponents. If a villain makes ransom demands, she'll defy them out of spite.

Appearance:
Civilian:
A 5'8", 140 lb. charcoal-black-haired, brown-eyed, athletic, caucasian young woman with a lean, conditioned build. Prefers blue jeans and wide variety of dark cotton shirts or hoodies. Typically prefers solid colors and stuff without brand names plastered all over it. She lives in Redline, Maine, which is -to say the least- cold, so she also favors warm jackets, preferably with hoods for when the chill is especially biting. She dresses practical and for comfort. Style is a secondary thought at best, but she has a basic sense of color coordination and so at least doesn't come across as a visual disaster.

In a word, Jen can be described as “average”, the sort of face you can almost lose in a crowd. Her appearance seems to strike no particularly notable extremes at any given moment. While she is certainly athletic and built like a martial artist -if an obviously shapely female one, it’s almost impossible to tell beneath her baggy favored hoodies and jeans. She doesn’t bother to wash her face, but her skin is naturally clear for the most part due to healthy living. Her shoulder-length hair is hardly anything to write home about, seemingly combed to the bare minimum required to be presentable and only washed enough to not appear oily. The most notable thing about her would be her relative lack of smell one way or the other, apparently a result of unscented soaps. In outward demeanor, she is fairly mild; she doesn’t hunch, nor does she walk with her head held high, merely coasting by on the middle ground.

Cape

A cyberpunk-themed and (mostly cosmetically) armored bodysuit with glowing accents (that have no functional purpose but to look really damn cool), surprisingly breathable while also being warm and flexible enough to allow a full-range of unhindered movement. Courtesy of Fashionista, it is deceptively durable and generally bulletproof to small arms fire, along with stopping non-Cape-based physical assaults. Granted, the protection against firearms isn't perfect, and getting peppered by them would still leave her winded and likely bruised, despite it warding off penetration and keeping her insides inside. The overall purpose of her costume is to make her able to fake being a Tinker, and it has multiple easily accessed buttons underneath a bit of casing on the forearms. Most of them don't actually do anything, though one of them on each arm is a panic button if pressed in a special sequence. Other functional ones activate headlights of adjustable brightness along the jawline of the suit's helmet. The sides of the helmet have concealed buttons for comms, and the helmet has a "silenced" mode that seals it off aside from some oxygen vents to allow her speech to be carried solely to her comms and not any potential listeners. The helmet can also be switched to "fully sealed" mode for hazardous environments, preserving the inside from outside gasses or liquids. All the technological portions of this costume are completely mundane in nature at Jen's request and can be technically maintained without a Tinker; though Tinker assistance certainly helps with part production.

Beyond that, a pouch at the small of her back has space to contain pepper spray, zip-tie restraints, a small flashlight, a taser, an extendable baton, some first aid utilities and her Wards phone.

Jen currently has a couple requests for upgrades that were unable to be made with Redline's current resources. Said upgrades are in the works and would replace the presently mostly cosmetic armor: a layer of shock-absorbing gel to blunt kinetic energy further, allowing her to whether the physical blows of even some Capes. And actually functional armor that, despite being so slim, is deceptively durable, provides protection equivalent to much thicker armor, and doesn't compromise any of her current costume's flexibility.

Costume

Biography:
Raised in a good life, there is no doubt that Jen Mackens was spoiled. She knew it and, more importantly, took advantage of it. To be sure, her life was a mostly average one, middle class at best, but she never really experienced hardship. Or, at least, nothing she would refer to as hardship. Born to the joining of a police officer and a private investigator, Jen grew up exposed to two sides of law enforcement... and wanted nothing to do with them. Oh sure, learning her father's tricks and tips was neat, but they just made it easier to solve daily annoyances. Sure, practicing martial arts for self-defense was only practical and kept her in shape, but it was only a fun hobby. One she was fairly passionate about, sure, but not anything she wanted to dedicate her life to.

Though caring, her mother could be overbearing, her standards high and disappointment in Jen's lack of ambition palpable, but Jen simply chose avoidance in response. School seemed pointless to her. Exposed to her father's often cynical words and worldview, she knew what was actually useful in the real world, that being very little of what she was tested on. Never the sort to enjoy wasting her time, her grades plummeted to just enough to get by rather than excelling, despite her objective intelligence. Scrabbling to decide what to do with her life and trying to look ahead, Jen hit a mental roadblock trying to decide where to invest her energy and here not to, trying to discern a life path that she'd never tire of. Despite pressure from her mother and the encouragement of her father as senior year dawned, Jen found herself completely unmotivated and discouraged. She came to the conclusion to settle for what she might already be good at, martial arts and potentially following her father's footsteps... to her mother chagrin.

Tensions were rising until, suddenly, they were cut down for a tension of an entirely different kind. Her mother had disappeared on the job. That was apparent after she didn't come home for a whole week. By the third day, Jen's father was already engaging in his own investigation, and by the fifth, Jen had managed to wring shocking answers from him. As it turned out, her mother was a Cape, a hero outside her normal work, and Jen was far from enthused. Already, she had developed a certain level of disdain for "costumed crusaders", seeing them as net drains on society, whether heroic or villainous. It wasn't necessarily that she cared about society itself, however, as she merely did how much Cape activities might impact her simple life.

Apparently, her mother had been investigating some sort of smuggling ring when she disappeared. While that hadn't actually been conveyed to her father, he had managed to figure it out on his own. One part of Jen wanted to help with her father's investigation. A part of her that loved both parents, regardless of any tensions, wanted to do her part to make sure everyone was okay. A crueler, spiteful part of her that hated being deceived briefly considered that this was as much as her mother deserved for her hypocrisy, for engaging in such a profession and expecting anything but an unfortunate end.

But it was the practical part of her that eventually convinced Jen to disregard emotional drives and approach the situation with realistic cynicism, and as such, she decided to leave well enough alone, to leave it to the professional that was her father and get on with her life. If the situation was really serious, surely the Guardians could be called in. Jen was just a schoolgirl, a normal person in a world of titans. There was no rational place for her in getting involved with something that was too dangerous for a Cape like her mother. So, she would get on with her life, hope for the best and be ready for the worst. It wasn't her business.

As someone surely sensible once said, "she missed the part where it was her problem".

And so proceeded a series of very unfortunate events

Heart stoked with a truly deep and abiding hatred she'd never experienced before, Jen would use her then hospitalized father's teachings and her new powers to go on a one-woman crusade against the criminal organization, ruthlessly brutalizing them and their operations, not for justice but personal vengeance. The capes, in particular, were disappeared, never to be heard from again. While the nature of her power ensured that actual proof of her involvement was pretty much impossible to acquire, reasonable detective work in regard to the incident would see Jen eventually meeting Director Fukuda. Jen, of course, played coy without relent, admitting to nothing, but in being effectively "outed" by the government, she wasn't in a good position to refuse their recruitment "offer". And while she couldn't technically be threatened with actionable legalities, she knew the PRT could ensure her life was a lot more difficult... and potentially find something they could actually hold over her if she put them in a position to dig further.

With her father made aware of the danger their family was potentially in, even with the destruction and overall dismantling of the organization responsible by Jen and the PRT follow-up, that would be the final nail in the coffin to Jen's enrollment in the Wards.

Powers/Skills:

• Athleticism: She is a highly athletic and agile individual with abundant stamina for extended movement/running/fighting.
• High Pain Tolerance/Willpower: She's learned to handle pain and aching muscles while taking fairly brutal martial arts, and gaining powers has only been a wake-up call to push herself to the edge time and again just in case. As long as she isn't entirely incapacitated, it's likely that she'll try to keep fighting.
• Martial Arts: Muay Thai: Even before becoming a cape, she took martial arts and reached a level where she could actually put what she knew into practice beyond spars. Her style is a brutal boxing one using knees and elbows as much as fists and feet, but she's been known to "ad lib" things or forgo form entirely to be more unpredictable. This gives her a certain awareness of where it's safe to strike the human body to incapacitate foes relatively harmlessly... or where she needs to aim to do the most damage.
• Swimming: Can swim pretty well, good enough to handle towing someone with her.
• Out of Phase (Breaker 9/Stranger 7/Striker 5/Trump 2/Mover 2/Brute 1): Jen's power is selective tangibility that moves her into what she perceives as a parallel "world", completely identical to the real one but empty of life. Her power is always active to some degree, leaving her ever so slightly "out of phase" with the world, despite her appearing completely normal to mundane means and senses. As a result of being "dimensionally divergent", she is immune to effects that would alter the level of "Shard energy" flowing through her to alter, neutralize or supplement her present powerset, whether positive or negative, and her mind is always fully out of phase, leaving her immune to abilities that would directly manipulate her mind or control of her body. Thinker powers tend to be unreliable when targeting her.
  
  Beyond her passive state, she can actively push her dimensional divergence further, resulting in varying physical tangibility until she chooses to adjust the degree or undo it. By default, she phases away from everything that she doesn't consider "her" or that she isn’t wearing or carrying, resulting in her becoming completely undetectable and intangible due to not actually physically remaining in her "world", shedding most outside power effects currently lingering upon her. In her phased state, she doesn't need oxygen, food or water, and she has an altered sense of gravity, allowing her to move like she's in space. While phased, she experiences the world as if through a watery filter, the normal world perfectly perceptible to her even if it would otherwise not be, and despite being able to still perceive the world, she is not vulnerable to indirect harm, like blinding lights or deafening sounds, all such things muted by the watery "filter".
  
  Controlling the degree of her tangibility, Jen can choose what aspects of herself remain in interaction with the world and can alter them on the fly. For example, she can allow herself to be heard even without allowing herself to be detected by other senses. She can allow herself to be seen and yet remain intangible. She can attack and physically interact with the world while otherwise remaining undetectable. However, this selective tangibility is "all or nothing" in a sense. While Jen can choose which aspects of herself interact with the world, those aspects she allows are fully vulnerable in return. If she wants to be seen, that means allowing light to hit her, which means being vulnerable to flashbangs. If she wants to strike someone or otherwise physically move something, her entire body will in turn be vulnerable to kinetic harm in general, even if she is otherwise undetectable. While she can choose what she is affected by, those choices apply to her whole body, not just individual parts of it. As such, on an offense level, she cannot, for example, partially phase through the surface of a target, living or not, and strike the interior alone, disregarding the exterior/armor/skin/etc.
  
  There is a small caveat to this "all or nothing" selectiveness in that, by default, her power doesn't phase her through the surface she is grounded on unless she chooses to, and she is capable of walking -or climbing- on normally harmful surfaces while phased without being threatened by them, despite the pseudo-physical contact.
  
  Jen cannot bring other living beings with her into her phased state, and even nonliving targets have limits. If it individually has a greater weight than her own body, she can't bring it; though she can still bring multiple items that altogether surpass that range, so long as they each individually fall below it. That being said, what Jen's power considers to be "wearing or carrying" in terms of her possession is rather lenient. So long as Jen can physically take hold of a target, whether or not it is being worn or carried by someone else, she can then phase away with what she has grabbed, stealing it from the original owner. In this way, she is able to easily disarm opponents or otherwise render them unarmored, presuming her target is within her weight limit. Jen's phased state/realm doesn't allow her to use it like a makeshift "storage", it should be noted, as anything that leaves her personal space/possession while she is phased immediately becomes unphased again.
• Threat Sense (Thinker 2): Any time Jen would be endangered in her immediate future (that is, the next 1-2 seconds), she is immediately aware that she will be in the form of a buzzing sensation. She has no prescient awareness of exactly what the danger will be, only that she, personally, in her present state, will be endangered by it. On its own, this power is fairly useless, but for Jen, it allows her enough time to fully enter her Breaker state to avoid threats. At the same time, it can act as an early warning that removing the protection of her Breaker state in a particular area will be a danger to her. This power does account for degree of threat, however, and the buzzing sensation will intensify based on how trivial or life-threatening the impending threat is.

Other: My favorite power sets involve time stopping or manipulation. Though speedsters are pretty sweet as well.

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[LemonZest1337]

Would it be alright if I used Avalon again? Maybe switched a few things around to make her a Ward?

[Isaac]

Just a thought: If you want a couple of paragraphs guaranteed, you shud probably turn this to advanced, even if most don't look at advanced.

[Isaac]

Also, might join this. Are there any limits as to powers? From the rules, it seems like I can shoot black holes out of my hands, summon Anti-matter nukes, Make it rain acid and steel elephants, blow up major cities by breathing, erase worlds like Beerus from DBS, pull a Warhammer 40K and destroy solar systems, become a monarch, Make the 7 continents into 21 continents, and end all of the universe for how many limiters there are.

[RBYDark]

I suddenly have the urge to finish my WIP sheet, especially since it doesn't have any of that going on.

[Akayaofthemoon]

Hi @Isaac,

I am the Co-GM here. Mintz hasn’t added my role in since the reboot is new and they are busy but let me start by saying…

Well, isn’t that quite the introduction to make for yourself. Might want to re-look at what casual section means as it asks for a few paragraphs. Which means at least one to two paragraphs and we aren’t forcing anyone to post more than that, just a few of us like to do so here.

On your second comment, I suggest looking at rule three as you seem to have missed that in your read through or maybe you don’t have a clear understanding of what it means. We didn’t think it needed to be stated in that section but let me clarify. We will be making sure the characters are balanced even with high strength powers so they are not basically a god. Figured that would be obvious since no one wants to write with a character like that.