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MrDidact The Watcher on the Wall
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Very nice, I imagine he'd cross paths with the League during one of these crises.
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Name:
Whiskers.
Codename:
The Hellhound.
Age:
A few months.
Gender:
Male
Place of Birth:
If the hellhound malarkey is to be believed, then Perdition itself.
Affiliations:
None at the moment.
Occupation:
Former demonic prison guard in training. Currently, none.
Appearance:
Whiskers, at the moment, is a small furry little bundle of joy. He's about the size of the beagle, although proportioned like a puppy. It's quite obvious at one look he will be one big damned dog by the time he's fully grown, even if he's capable of being picked up and carried around at the moment with relative ease. Whiskers is mostly dark, dark grey in coloration, with the fur around his paws darkening to a full black and splotches of red dotting around his eyes and on his back. His tail was not clipped, and it happily wags back and forth, smacking against whatever's around him when he get excited. One of Whiskers' eyes is blue and the other a light green. He's been fed pretty well, it would seem, and definitely looks to be in good shape. In the fact, the only real concern you might have is that Whiskers seems perpetually overheated, if his constant panting is any indication. His long snout is normally wide open, tongue hanging out casually as his eyes lazily survey the world around him. When he sleeps, he tends to lay his face down and cover up his head with his paws, which is what some would call friggin adorable. He has a spiked collar on, but given his small size it's a little too big and almost comical. Ironically, the dog doesn't have very noticeable whiskers at all, and you have to look pretty closely to pick them out. He's fond of barking and howling, and tends to be rather vocal about his emotions. Throwing a stick or something equally exciting will elicit a series of happy barks whereas taking too long to get him food may result in melodramatically mournful howls. He's got fairly thick fur, and tends to shed quite a bit. One of his ears is a bit floppy, giving his head an uneven look whenever he tries to raise both of his ears to listen close. Being in good shape, he doesn't have really baggy jowls, but there's just a smidge of a double doggy chin there. Perhaps he's been fed one too many treats. There's a black spot on his tongue and a perpetually eager look on his canine features. When running, he tends to go all out, and hasn't quite worked out the kinks of momentum and stopping, so he's apt to slide a bit and smack himself into walls and whatnot trying to bound a corner really quickly. This doesn't slow him down for to long, and he's right back to no-holds-barred sprinting after whatever caught his interest within a few moments.
When fully grown, Whiskers will be comparable to a large Caucasian Shepherd or very small black bear in size. That's a lot of dog food.
Powers:
Whiskers is a hellhound. You wouldn't suspect it, on behalf of his being so cute and fuzzy, but the little pup was born in Hell. Presumably, he was being trained to be a prison guard (similar to the usage of Caucasian Shepherds in Russia), or perhaps he was involved in the section of hell where they torture animal abusers, but regardless, there was a dimensional mix-up and the pup wound up on our plane of existence. Now, separated from his home realm, Whiskers' powers are diminished-however, if our ragtag group of heroes somehow winds up in Hell in the course of this RP, I'm calling dibs on Whiskers kicking ass.
Now, Whiskers' powers are pretty straightforward. First and foremost, he has durability, strength, speed, and senses beyond that of your normal dog. He doesn't have Wolverine level regeneration by any means, but the dog's rugged, and can take one hell of a beating (I'm sorry). He's capable of tracking scents both mundane and supernatural, and his hellish nature makes him naturally resistant to black magic. Not to say he's immune-you can still kill him (why would you, asshole, he's a dog) with black magic, but in the same way a polar bear shrugs off the cold, Whiskers is naturally designed to work with black magic. And, for that matter-heat. Whiskers is naturally immune to most forms of fire based attacks/heat (he is not, however, able to function without oxygen-if he's stuck in a burning building, he may survive the flames but he'll still asphyxiate). Whenever enraged or hunting, Whiskers' body will be wreathed in an aura of hellfire. Hellfire, for those of you who are unfamiliar with our Dark Lord's creation, is essentially fire on steroids. It's much hotter, much harder to put out, and seems malevolently designed to spread. It is generally contained within a small radius around the dog, and will really only run the risk of igniting things if he actively sits still near a flammable object. And, given that it only activates when he's enraged or hunting, he's probably not going to be sitting still. It's more of a mechanism to injure his attackers or help wear down his prey. Hellfire emits a very strong stench of sulfur whenever activated, and can give away Whiskers' position fairly easily.
Skills:
Excellent-nay, unparalleled tracker. Very obedient, because they start training early in Hell. He's in excellent shape and his naturally high body temperature will probably make him pretty damned hard to infect, as well. Whiskers is also very sweet-and while his size may be intimidating, everybody loves a big lovable furball. While nowhere near human levels of intelligence, Whiskers is extremely smart, and is capable of handling more complex commands than most normal dogs would (on account of him not being a normal dog). Whiskers is also able to sniff out drugs, explosives, and magic.
Also, total chick magnet.
Equipment/Resources:
Collar on his neck.
Weaknesses:
Well, he's a dog. So, no thumbs, no speaking to people ("What? Timmy fell down a well? Thanks, Lassie!"), weakness to dog whistles, chocolate, prone to chasing squirrels, the whole nine yards. Using his demonic powers will make him tired, and the big guy's gotta go lay down and rest for a while. Also, while he's capable of moving sneakily, it's somewhat hard to conceal him. His weight and size will make it difficult to move him if injured as well.
Also, full grown? he's going to put away a LOT of dog food. He gets into a fight or something that kicks his metabolism into overdrive? Just let him loose in a grocery store and go pick him back up in a couple of hours.
And seriously, no thumbs and no speaking. That's big.
Psychological Profile:
I don't want to be a smart ass, but he's a dog. He's obedient and generally very loving, but he doesn't really ruminate on the moral conundrums man faces or anything. He's also very young, even by a dog's standards, and as such hasn't had time to fully develop his personality yet. For the most part, he's a good, well-trained dog, one who could be dropped into either a police K9 unit or Seeing Eye Training without a hitch. He's got a good memory, and is one to hold a grudge, but for the most part, he's out to love everybody. Whiskers has the same protective instincts that most dogs has, and his owner will find themselves with an unshakeable furry bodyguard. He is one to enjoy playing and relaxing more than work, and can sometimes be lazy or a little reluctant to do what's needed, but is for the most part decent.
Biography:
Moving past the parts I covered in his Powers section, Whiskers was found wandering near the Cook County prison, hiccuping fire. One of the guards suspected this may have been outside of the dog catchers' pay grade and got the furball inside, tucked away somewhere he couldn't immolate anyone or anything. They were in the midst of trying to contact the League and figured out what in the hell (I'm going to keep doing this) the dog was when a few prisoners started making a ruckus and everything went crazy. He's currently trapped inside a crate, whining to be let out.
Other:
He will wind up with Cordelia to challenge her hatred of dogs.
Whiskers.
Codename:
The Hellhound.
Age:
A few months.
Gender:
Male
Place of Birth:
If the hellhound malarkey is to be believed, then Perdition itself.
Affiliations:
None at the moment.
Occupation:
Former demonic prison guard in training. Currently, none.
Appearance:
Whiskers, at the moment, is a small furry little bundle of joy. He's about the size of the beagle, although proportioned like a puppy. It's quite obvious at one look he will be one big damned dog by the time he's fully grown, even if he's capable of being picked up and carried around at the moment with relative ease. Whiskers is mostly dark, dark grey in coloration, with the fur around his paws darkening to a full black and splotches of red dotting around his eyes and on his back. His tail was not clipped, and it happily wags back and forth, smacking against whatever's around him when he get excited. One of Whiskers' eyes is blue and the other a light green. He's been fed pretty well, it would seem, and definitely looks to be in good shape. In the fact, the only real concern you might have is that Whiskers seems perpetually overheated, if his constant panting is any indication. His long snout is normally wide open, tongue hanging out casually as his eyes lazily survey the world around him. When he sleeps, he tends to lay his face down and cover up his head with his paws, which is what some would call friggin adorable. He has a spiked collar on, but given his small size it's a little too big and almost comical. Ironically, the dog doesn't have very noticeable whiskers at all, and you have to look pretty closely to pick them out. He's fond of barking and howling, and tends to be rather vocal about his emotions. Throwing a stick or something equally exciting will elicit a series of happy barks whereas taking too long to get him food may result in melodramatically mournful howls. He's got fairly thick fur, and tends to shed quite a bit. One of his ears is a bit floppy, giving his head an uneven look whenever he tries to raise both of his ears to listen close. Being in good shape, he doesn't have really baggy jowls, but there's just a smidge of a double doggy chin there. Perhaps he's been fed one too many treats. There's a black spot on his tongue and a perpetually eager look on his canine features. When running, he tends to go all out, and hasn't quite worked out the kinks of momentum and stopping, so he's apt to slide a bit and smack himself into walls and whatnot trying to bound a corner really quickly. This doesn't slow him down for to long, and he's right back to no-holds-barred sprinting after whatever caught his interest within a few moments.
When fully grown, Whiskers will be comparable to a large Caucasian Shepherd or very small black bear in size. That's a lot of dog food.
Powers:
Whiskers is a hellhound. You wouldn't suspect it, on behalf of his being so cute and fuzzy, but the little pup was born in Hell. Presumably, he was being trained to be a prison guard (similar to the usage of Caucasian Shepherds in Russia), or perhaps he was involved in the section of hell where they torture animal abusers, but regardless, there was a dimensional mix-up and the pup wound up on our plane of existence. Now, separated from his home realm, Whiskers' powers are diminished-however, if our ragtag group of heroes somehow winds up in Hell in the course of this RP, I'm calling dibs on Whiskers kicking ass.
Now, Whiskers' powers are pretty straightforward. First and foremost, he has durability, strength, speed, and senses beyond that of your normal dog. He doesn't have Wolverine level regeneration by any means, but the dog's rugged, and can take one hell of a beating (I'm sorry). He's capable of tracking scents both mundane and supernatural, and his hellish nature makes him naturally resistant to black magic. Not to say he's immune-you can still kill him (why would you, asshole, he's a dog) with black magic, but in the same way a polar bear shrugs off the cold, Whiskers is naturally designed to work with black magic. And, for that matter-heat. Whiskers is naturally immune to most forms of fire based attacks/heat (he is not, however, able to function without oxygen-if he's stuck in a burning building, he may survive the flames but he'll still asphyxiate). Whenever enraged or hunting, Whiskers' body will be wreathed in an aura of hellfire. Hellfire, for those of you who are unfamiliar with our Dark Lord's creation, is essentially fire on steroids. It's much hotter, much harder to put out, and seems malevolently designed to spread. It is generally contained within a small radius around the dog, and will really only run the risk of igniting things if he actively sits still near a flammable object. And, given that it only activates when he's enraged or hunting, he's probably not going to be sitting still. It's more of a mechanism to injure his attackers or help wear down his prey. Hellfire emits a very strong stench of sulfur whenever activated, and can give away Whiskers' position fairly easily.
Skills:
Excellent-nay, unparalleled tracker. Very obedient, because they start training early in Hell. He's in excellent shape and his naturally high body temperature will probably make him pretty damned hard to infect, as well. Whiskers is also very sweet-and while his size may be intimidating, everybody loves a big lovable furball. While nowhere near human levels of intelligence, Whiskers is extremely smart, and is capable of handling more complex commands than most normal dogs would (on account of him not being a normal dog). Whiskers is also able to sniff out drugs, explosives, and magic.
Also, total chick magnet.
Equipment/Resources:
Collar on his neck.
Weaknesses:
Well, he's a dog. So, no thumbs, no speaking to people ("What? Timmy fell down a well? Thanks, Lassie!"), weakness to dog whistles, chocolate, prone to chasing squirrels, the whole nine yards. Using his demonic powers will make him tired, and the big guy's gotta go lay down and rest for a while. Also, while he's capable of moving sneakily, it's somewhat hard to conceal him. His weight and size will make it difficult to move him if injured as well.
Also, full grown? he's going to put away a LOT of dog food. He gets into a fight or something that kicks his metabolism into overdrive? Just let him loose in a grocery store and go pick him back up in a couple of hours.
And seriously, no thumbs and no speaking. That's big.
Psychological Profile:
I don't want to be a smart ass, but he's a dog. He's obedient and generally very loving, but he doesn't really ruminate on the moral conundrums man faces or anything. He's also very young, even by a dog's standards, and as such hasn't had time to fully develop his personality yet. For the most part, he's a good, well-trained dog, one who could be dropped into either a police K9 unit or Seeing Eye Training without a hitch. He's got a good memory, and is one to hold a grudge, but for the most part, he's out to love everybody. Whiskers has the same protective instincts that most dogs has, and his owner will find themselves with an unshakeable furry bodyguard. He is one to enjoy playing and relaxing more than work, and can sometimes be lazy or a little reluctant to do what's needed, but is for the most part decent.
Biography:
Moving past the parts I covered in his Powers section, Whiskers was found wandering near the Cook County prison, hiccuping fire. One of the guards suspected this may have been outside of the dog catchers' pay grade and got the furball inside, tucked away somewhere he couldn't immolate anyone or anything. They were in the midst of trying to contact the League and figured out what in the hell (I'm going to keep doing this) the dog was when a few prisoners started making a ruckus and everything went crazy. He's currently trapped inside a crate, whining to be let out.
Other:
He will wind up with Cordelia to challenge her hatred of dogs.
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MrDidact The Watcher on the Wall
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HWWB, I'm not really sold on a non-sentient beast being a character. I mean interesting sure but In my opinion he'd work better as a companion to a sorcerer. Also hellhounds look quite more... hellish. I could see him being some kind of protector spirit or temple dog but again hellhounds don't look cute. It's Hell :P That's if you want to go supernatural though. Or heck maybe there's an otherwise useless character who's only contribution is their awesome pet :P
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Will any non-sentient character get shot down, or...?
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MrDidact The Watcher on the Wall
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Well I'd say yes. You could go the Narnia route and have a smart, talking supernatural beastie or go the Pokemon route and have a beast tamer but any non-sentient creature by themselves is too limited to be a character in my opinion.
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We're talking an extremely smart dog-not sentient enough to read or write, but follow convoluted commands level intelligent. Not to mention, as far as I'm aware, we don't have a character that fills the "tracker/hunter" niche. Presumably in such a big city, it's hard to use psychic means or even conventional means to track a sorcerer on the run or a similar rogue. Coupled with Cordelia, this would let her stay "in" (or at least relevant to) the League plausibly. Would that be more acceptable?
I feel like Cordelia's street smarts, tendency towards stealth, and familiarity with illegal stuff (lockpicking, hotwiring, etc) coupled with a dog that can track down threats magical or mundane could be pretty useful to the League/help catalyze stuff with the plot.
I feel like Cordelia's street smarts, tendency towards stealth, and familiarity with illegal stuff (lockpicking, hotwiring, etc) coupled with a dog that can track down threats magical or mundane could be pretty useful to the League/help catalyze stuff with the plot.
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MrDidact The Watcher on the Wall
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Yes I could see Whiskers being coupled with Cordella would make sense but he shouldn't be his own character. He pretty much belongs more in the Veteran Roster.
And I'd prefer he be more hellish like I talked about. Or at least look badass :P
And I'd prefer he be more hellish like I talked about. Or at least look badass :P
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I can make him look more hellish/badass. What do you mean by the Veteran Roster...?
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MrDidact The Watcher on the Wall
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The Veteran Roster is an NPC listing I just put up for friendly NPCs created by me and the rest of the players. I just linked it on the CS front page and OOC but here it is in all it's glory
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No, I should've clarified-so I wouldn't actually control him, he'd just be an on-again, off-again NPC? Is there any way he could be controllable? I feel like if he's constantly with Cordelia, whose commands he can entirely carry out for the most part, (I could make severe separation anxiety a weakness) then it's essentially the same as him being a sentient character. I'm not trying to argue/question you on this I'm just sorta confused.
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Well you could certainly use him. He just wouldn't be considered a full-fledged character by me because he lacks the personality, flaws, convictions, traits, psychology, likes/dislikes, of a fully realized character. If he's just a follower than he's an NPC. But he lacks everything that makes a PC a PC.
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Alright, I'm going to rewrite it and see if it's more acceptable with all that in mind.
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Name:
Whiskers.
Codename:
The Hellhound.
Age:
Several months. He's still a puppy, but he's growing quickly.
Gender:
Male.
Place of Birth:
Hell, or this universe's equivalent. Not sure if we're outright confirming the existence of Heaven and Hell (and by extension God and the Devil) in this universe, so for simplicity's sake I'll say Hell as shorthand for the most demonic realm that exists.
Affiliations:
Former guardian-in-training of Hell. Currently, none.
Occupation:
None, but could easily gain employment as an attack dog, tracking dog, or bodyguard.
Appearance
Whiskers' name is somewhat akin to naming that 6'5 skinhead you saw at the bar "Tiny". If you're able to focus and notice his whiskers, there's a strong chance you're on some form of diazepam. Whiskers, while small currently, will very obviously grow into a small furry tank by the time he's done growing-and he's increasing in size at a rate far beyond that of a normal puppy. Whiskers is about 9 inches tall currently, weighing perhaps thirty or forty pounds. He's built with lean muscle and will only grow thicker and hardier with time, but currently looks like a well-fed dog in good shape. His current size cuts down on the intimidation factor, but one can imagine Whiskers will be fairly intimidating in a couple of months (or weeks, if he keeps up at this rate): the dog's fur is jet black. Perhaps that's an understatement-it seems an unnatural dark, an absolute, lightless black. Of note is the crimson splotch around his right eye and teeth, and covering his stomach and underside. The fur seems, if one watches closely, to change color subtly, dancing and moving like the embers of a fire. The dog's claws are pronounced, and seemingly unable to be trimmed-while they stay short naturally for health purposes, there doesn't seem to be much that's hard enough to snip them off. Whiskers' tail moves rapidly back forth when he's excited, and slowly-controlled and tentative-when he's stalking prey or anticipating something. The dog's fangs are still growing, but already considerable in size. The curvature and size of the jaw, coupled with the large, razor-edged fangs, clearly hint at the dog's aggressive capabilities and nature. Likely, it was bred for this purpose, which would explain the muscle mass and hunter's mentality the beast possesses, even in youth.
The dog tends to shift between two phases when moving: a more relaxed, at ease phase, and a more tense, combat-ready phase. In the former, it behaves much as a regular dog: Whiskers barks, snaps at passing squirrels, and bounds playfully after wayward tennis balls. In the latter, his posture unmistakably changes to ready himself for a fight. The dog lowers himself, bears its already impressive teeth, and tenses up. Its tail sways back and forth slowly, steadily, and, most noticeably, the dog is wreathed in a corona of flame. Fire will flicker up and down its legs, dart in and out of its predator's teeth, and actively begin to ignite (seemingly without causing permanent harm) Whiskers' fur. Its eyes, which are normally a light blue, darken rapidly until they are a hollow black, refusing to betray where the dog is looking. When expecting a fight, chasing prey, or defending its master, Whiskers moves with the steady confidence of a tracker in pursuit of its prey before bursting into a quick sprint, his paws offering superior traction. The dog's considerable size lets it make jumps other breeds are incapable of, as well as outrun its distant, mortal kin. The more it draws upon its supernatural strength, the more hellish and ferocious its outer appearance becomes: the "mask" is shed and it begins to ignite, filling the air around it with a thick miasma of sulfur...
Powers:
Being a hellhound, Whiskers' primarily benefits from possessing a physiology superior in every way to dogs or wolves. His sight, smell, hearing-all tremendously improved. As a benefit of the hellfire that burns within him, he's effectively immune to infections, as his body runs at a temperature far beyond most fevers reach. Similarly, poisons and chemicals may be denatured. His fangs and claws are incredibly sharp-and while they may not be able to cause the nasty infections most dog bites can, they are damned hot. His jaw muscles and bite is similarly more powerful than a normal dog's. If he bites down on someone, it will cause third degree burns in and around the wound, which is obviously debilitating. Whiskers also possesses intelligence far superior to that of a dog, and while he isn't quite sentient, he's certainly beyond any four-legged creature. Whiskers has greater durability, endurance, and resiliency, and can endure a tremendous amount merely by virtue of his bloodline. He's an excellent predator and tracker, able to hone his senses on a scent either physical or magical and track it nearly without fail. Additionally, whenever Whiskers feels threatened or is attempting to threaten someone, his body will erupt in an aura of hellfire. This makes being close to Whiskers obviously difficult, and augments his impressive close quarters fighting abilities. The extreme heat hinders visibility-the intense light and rippling mirages make looking at him for extended periods of time painful and attempting to target him with a scope difficult. This also produces a rather thick stench of sulfur, which can work either for or against him, but typically against him. Whiskers' roar is also very loud. I know that sounds underwhelming but its at the level, decibel-wise, that could cause permanent damage without ear protection.
Skills:
As mentioned earlier-tracking. If given a scent (or wisp of magical power) he's able to track it easily and extensively, ignoring other scents and focusing on that one. This can make evading the Hellhound difficult-if he gets a good lock on you, it will take a considerable amount of time and distance to shake him from your trail. He's an impressive combatant, even against superhumans. Whiskers is also able to follow commands that are quite complex, and at times displays intelligence comparable to a young child's or a monkey on Adderall. He is quite skilled at intimidating others, particularly those who recognize where he hails from and what exactly he is-after all, if one of the Devil's lap dogs is loose, then...
Equipment/Resources:
None, save a spiked collar around his neck.
Weaknesses:
While intelligent, he is still a dog. He lacks thumbs and is unable to speak, which are both pretty significant weaknesses in a situation outside of his area of expertise. Whiskers can occasionally overheat if he pushes himself too hard, and entering holy ground will disable his fiery capabilities. This is not to say that Whiskers himself is demonic-rather, the power he wields is. Whiskers is also fiercely protective, and may risk self-harm as a result. He, while sharp, can still fall prey to the same weaknesses that most dogs do. His instincts can be manipulated and played off of, provided you're willing to run that risk.
Psychological Profile:
Whiskers, while perhaps unable to grasp the finer points of calculus, or tell you why, exactly, Finnegan's Wake is the most incomprehensible thing ever written, he is certainly aware of his instincts and what he is able to understand-and they are at constant war with each other. In his natural environment, he would be faced with tremendous discipline and an unwavering sense of duty: order and restraint would be beaten into his psyche at every possible opportunity, and there would be far more in the way of work than there would be in the way of relaxation.His powers and instinct would be thereby curtailed-however, on our lovely plane of existence, Whiskers faces a somewhat unprecedented (for his kind) dilemma. His natural instincts and training are of little use to him here, as Earth is not constrained by the rules of the afterlife. Veterinarians don't often have to treat dogs for severe cognitive dissonance, but one may look into doing such for Whiskers. There is a part of him which is adapting to this world, being a normal dog, and a part which remembers its origins and seeks to carry out justice. A part which looks to angels and seraphs as a sort of distant cousin, a fellow vassal of a greater power, and a part of him which looks at the world around it and realizes there are no angels here. No gods, no masters. This, of course, is all at the instinctual level-even most humans are unable to grasp the complexities of the divine, and Whiskers has a leg up on having a rough innate grasp of it. Whiskers has both protective instincts and damning ones, a desire to return home and a desire to stay. The result is a dog that has training and capabilities eerily similar to a police attack dog (or more accurately, one of the hounds you might be fed to in the mob) whilst the yearning to be a seeing eye dog, casually hoping its master across the street. Whiskers has a vague sense of his duty, and seems drawn towards the supernatural, but without a firm hand to guide him, is somewhat unsure of where that duty will take him. As he matures both physically and mentally, it's likely he'll gain a better sense of self and understanding of what his role on Earth is. For now, his biggest struggles are simply mastering the awkward puppy stage of life and attempting to curb the semidivine strength that's looking to get him up to full speed. Whiskers has-perhaps fear isn't the right word, it's a touch more nuanced than that-a healthy apprehension for the holy, and can identify it as readily as he can black magic. He tends to regards harbingers of the Church with a healthy professional respect, instinctually-part of him doesn't understand why he does that at all. The grip that his hellish instincts has upon him is trembling, whereas his more mortal inclinations and desires seem to be growing stronger the more time he spends on Earth.
Biography:
Owing to a transdimensional error of some sort-I'm not going to delve into it primarily because 1) it's a MacGuffin and 2) I don't know where you're going with heaven/hell in all this so I won't try myself, Whiskers found himself ripped from his home in Hell after a month or two of life and neatly placed onto our plane of existence. His time here has been pretty short: a matter of hours, perhaps a day at best. The orphaned dog wandered around for a while, entirely clueless as to what had occurred (it just knew that something was very, very wrong-even as intelligent as Whiskers his, he's still quite young, and not at his prime mentally yet) and how to manage it. By a stroke of luck (or, perhaps, if his being put on Earth wasn't accidental, it was more than luck), Whiskers found himself near the Cook County Jail, noticed by a sentry with a soft spot for animals. Having another guard cover his post for a moment, he went across the street to the puppy and noticed something peculiar-the dog shuddered occasionally, with fire dancing up and down its legs and face as it did so. Realizing (wisely) that turning this dog over to an animal shelter would lead to a burned down shelter, he grabbed a steel bucket, put the hellpuppy down in it and carried him to a secure, fireproof area within the prison compound, planning on calling up some of the League's experts later in the day to figure out what was going on with the dog. Unfortunately, he was interrupted by the riot and subsequent breakout attempt, and had far greater matters to attend to than what pedigree caused a dog to spontaneously combust. Whiskers is currently within the prison, sitting patiently in the bucket, waiting...
Other:
Whiskers.
Codename:
The Hellhound.
Age:
Several months. He's still a puppy, but he's growing quickly.
Gender:
Male.
Place of Birth:
Hell, or this universe's equivalent. Not sure if we're outright confirming the existence of Heaven and Hell (and by extension God and the Devil) in this universe, so for simplicity's sake I'll say Hell as shorthand for the most demonic realm that exists.
Affiliations:
Former guardian-in-training of Hell. Currently, none.
Occupation:
None, but could easily gain employment as an attack dog, tracking dog, or bodyguard.
Appearance
Whiskers' name is somewhat akin to naming that 6'5 skinhead you saw at the bar "Tiny". If you're able to focus and notice his whiskers, there's a strong chance you're on some form of diazepam. Whiskers, while small currently, will very obviously grow into a small furry tank by the time he's done growing-and he's increasing in size at a rate far beyond that of a normal puppy. Whiskers is about 9 inches tall currently, weighing perhaps thirty or forty pounds. He's built with lean muscle and will only grow thicker and hardier with time, but currently looks like a well-fed dog in good shape. His current size cuts down on the intimidation factor, but one can imagine Whiskers will be fairly intimidating in a couple of months (or weeks, if he keeps up at this rate): the dog's fur is jet black. Perhaps that's an understatement-it seems an unnatural dark, an absolute, lightless black. Of note is the crimson splotch around his right eye and teeth, and covering his stomach and underside. The fur seems, if one watches closely, to change color subtly, dancing and moving like the embers of a fire. The dog's claws are pronounced, and seemingly unable to be trimmed-while they stay short naturally for health purposes, there doesn't seem to be much that's hard enough to snip them off. Whiskers' tail moves rapidly back forth when he's excited, and slowly-controlled and tentative-when he's stalking prey or anticipating something. The dog's fangs are still growing, but already considerable in size. The curvature and size of the jaw, coupled with the large, razor-edged fangs, clearly hint at the dog's aggressive capabilities and nature. Likely, it was bred for this purpose, which would explain the muscle mass and hunter's mentality the beast possesses, even in youth.
The dog tends to shift between two phases when moving: a more relaxed, at ease phase, and a more tense, combat-ready phase. In the former, it behaves much as a regular dog: Whiskers barks, snaps at passing squirrels, and bounds playfully after wayward tennis balls. In the latter, his posture unmistakably changes to ready himself for a fight. The dog lowers himself, bears its already impressive teeth, and tenses up. Its tail sways back and forth slowly, steadily, and, most noticeably, the dog is wreathed in a corona of flame. Fire will flicker up and down its legs, dart in and out of its predator's teeth, and actively begin to ignite (seemingly without causing permanent harm) Whiskers' fur. Its eyes, which are normally a light blue, darken rapidly until they are a hollow black, refusing to betray where the dog is looking. When expecting a fight, chasing prey, or defending its master, Whiskers moves with the steady confidence of a tracker in pursuit of its prey before bursting into a quick sprint, his paws offering superior traction. The dog's considerable size lets it make jumps other breeds are incapable of, as well as outrun its distant, mortal kin. The more it draws upon its supernatural strength, the more hellish and ferocious its outer appearance becomes: the "mask" is shed and it begins to ignite, filling the air around it with a thick miasma of sulfur...
Powers:
Being a hellhound, Whiskers' primarily benefits from possessing a physiology superior in every way to dogs or wolves. His sight, smell, hearing-all tremendously improved. As a benefit of the hellfire that burns within him, he's effectively immune to infections, as his body runs at a temperature far beyond most fevers reach. Similarly, poisons and chemicals may be denatured. His fangs and claws are incredibly sharp-and while they may not be able to cause the nasty infections most dog bites can, they are damned hot. His jaw muscles and bite is similarly more powerful than a normal dog's. If he bites down on someone, it will cause third degree burns in and around the wound, which is obviously debilitating. Whiskers also possesses intelligence far superior to that of a dog, and while he isn't quite sentient, he's certainly beyond any four-legged creature. Whiskers has greater durability, endurance, and resiliency, and can endure a tremendous amount merely by virtue of his bloodline. He's an excellent predator and tracker, able to hone his senses on a scent either physical or magical and track it nearly without fail. Additionally, whenever Whiskers feels threatened or is attempting to threaten someone, his body will erupt in an aura of hellfire. This makes being close to Whiskers obviously difficult, and augments his impressive close quarters fighting abilities. The extreme heat hinders visibility-the intense light and rippling mirages make looking at him for extended periods of time painful and attempting to target him with a scope difficult. This also produces a rather thick stench of sulfur, which can work either for or against him, but typically against him. Whiskers' roar is also very loud. I know that sounds underwhelming but its at the level, decibel-wise, that could cause permanent damage without ear protection.
Skills:
As mentioned earlier-tracking. If given a scent (or wisp of magical power) he's able to track it easily and extensively, ignoring other scents and focusing on that one. This can make evading the Hellhound difficult-if he gets a good lock on you, it will take a considerable amount of time and distance to shake him from your trail. He's an impressive combatant, even against superhumans. Whiskers is also able to follow commands that are quite complex, and at times displays intelligence comparable to a young child's or a monkey on Adderall. He is quite skilled at intimidating others, particularly those who recognize where he hails from and what exactly he is-after all, if one of the Devil's lap dogs is loose, then...
Equipment/Resources:
None, save a spiked collar around his neck.
Weaknesses:
While intelligent, he is still a dog. He lacks thumbs and is unable to speak, which are both pretty significant weaknesses in a situation outside of his area of expertise. Whiskers can occasionally overheat if he pushes himself too hard, and entering holy ground will disable his fiery capabilities. This is not to say that Whiskers himself is demonic-rather, the power he wields is. Whiskers is also fiercely protective, and may risk self-harm as a result. He, while sharp, can still fall prey to the same weaknesses that most dogs do. His instincts can be manipulated and played off of, provided you're willing to run that risk.
Psychological Profile:
Whiskers, while perhaps unable to grasp the finer points of calculus, or tell you why, exactly, Finnegan's Wake is the most incomprehensible thing ever written, he is certainly aware of his instincts and what he is able to understand-and they are at constant war with each other. In his natural environment, he would be faced with tremendous discipline and an unwavering sense of duty: order and restraint would be beaten into his psyche at every possible opportunity, and there would be far more in the way of work than there would be in the way of relaxation.His powers and instinct would be thereby curtailed-however, on our lovely plane of existence, Whiskers faces a somewhat unprecedented (for his kind) dilemma. His natural instincts and training are of little use to him here, as Earth is not constrained by the rules of the afterlife. Veterinarians don't often have to treat dogs for severe cognitive dissonance, but one may look into doing such for Whiskers. There is a part of him which is adapting to this world, being a normal dog, and a part which remembers its origins and seeks to carry out justice. A part which looks to angels and seraphs as a sort of distant cousin, a fellow vassal of a greater power, and a part of him which looks at the world around it and realizes there are no angels here. No gods, no masters. This, of course, is all at the instinctual level-even most humans are unable to grasp the complexities of the divine, and Whiskers has a leg up on having a rough innate grasp of it. Whiskers has both protective instincts and damning ones, a desire to return home and a desire to stay. The result is a dog that has training and capabilities eerily similar to a police attack dog (or more accurately, one of the hounds you might be fed to in the mob) whilst the yearning to be a seeing eye dog, casually hoping its master across the street. Whiskers has a vague sense of his duty, and seems drawn towards the supernatural, but without a firm hand to guide him, is somewhat unsure of where that duty will take him. As he matures both physically and mentally, it's likely he'll gain a better sense of self and understanding of what his role on Earth is. For now, his biggest struggles are simply mastering the awkward puppy stage of life and attempting to curb the semidivine strength that's looking to get him up to full speed. Whiskers has-perhaps fear isn't the right word, it's a touch more nuanced than that-a healthy apprehension for the holy, and can identify it as readily as he can black magic. He tends to regards harbingers of the Church with a healthy professional respect, instinctually-part of him doesn't understand why he does that at all. The grip that his hellish instincts has upon him is trembling, whereas his more mortal inclinations and desires seem to be growing stronger the more time he spends on Earth.
Biography:
Owing to a transdimensional error of some sort-I'm not going to delve into it primarily because 1) it's a MacGuffin and 2) I don't know where you're going with heaven/hell in all this so I won't try myself, Whiskers found himself ripped from his home in Hell after a month or two of life and neatly placed onto our plane of existence. His time here has been pretty short: a matter of hours, perhaps a day at best. The orphaned dog wandered around for a while, entirely clueless as to what had occurred (it just knew that something was very, very wrong-even as intelligent as Whiskers his, he's still quite young, and not at his prime mentally yet) and how to manage it. By a stroke of luck (or, perhaps, if his being put on Earth wasn't accidental, it was more than luck), Whiskers found himself near the Cook County Jail, noticed by a sentry with a soft spot for animals. Having another guard cover his post for a moment, he went across the street to the puppy and noticed something peculiar-the dog shuddered occasionally, with fire dancing up and down its legs and face as it did so. Realizing (wisely) that turning this dog over to an animal shelter would lead to a burned down shelter, he grabbed a steel bucket, put the hellpuppy down in it and carried him to a secure, fireproof area within the prison compound, planning on calling up some of the League's experts later in the day to figure out what was going on with the dog. Unfortunately, he was interrupted by the riot and subsequent breakout attempt, and had far greater matters to attend to than what pedigree caused a dog to spontaneously combust. Whiskers is currently within the prison, sitting patiently in the bucket, waiting...
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Name: Nikki Biyung
Codename: Swarmqueen
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Affiliations: Vigilante work before joining the league
Occupation: High school graduate
Appearance: Nikki is a girl that doesn't appear like the average female. Whether it's her boyish facial features, or her lack of feminine features. It can be hard to tell that she's female sometimes. But an observant eye can definitely say that she's female. Nikki appears very tomboy-ish, to the point where she's near androgynous. Her facial features mostly appear to be male. She has a slim build, that's slightly muscular, but won't impress anybody. She lacks that desired female figure, instead it's a straight figure that lacks curves (Flat chest and butt), and is generally masculine. While she's short in terms of height, her arms and legs are notably long, and she has large, bony fingers. Nikki is an obviously Asian girl, of specifically Korean roots. Her skin is a light-yellow color, that's not exactly perfect. Her skin isn't perfectly clear, since she has plenty of scars on her body, and her knees are pretty scared from falling over as a kid. In terms of looks, Nikki can be called pretty, but she isn't winning any beauty pageants. She does look a bit boyish, but definitely female. Nikki's head is oval shaped and very rounded, her facial features are dull and rounded too. Nikki's cheeks are very notably large and round, but smooth, blending into her face well. They are often the first thing people notice about her. She has small lips, that aren't very girly or anything like that. Nikki has a medium sized nose, that's very pointed at the tips, and her nostrils are very small, and C-shaped. Her ears are medium sized, but notable round. Nikki's forehead is very big, and often the butt of jokes. Because of her heritage Nikki's eyes are small, slanted, and a brown color. Nikki's hair is jet-black, and short. She keeps it in a high-profile style, and a bit of it brushed over the left side of her forehead.
Nikki's costume has an insect motif, or at. For her mask, she has a insect motif. Her costume isn't that unique. It appears that she wears a black, skin-tight bodysuit that covers her entire body from head to toe. With a intricate white pattern all over it, resembling spider webs. This suit outfit has armoring built into it, it covers her vital areas (Her chest, throat, etc) and other areas (Her shoulders, elbows, knees). This armoring is painted black to blend into the rest of her outfit. Her armor is made out of Spider silk from Black Widow spiders that she weaved herself. Since spider silk from a bark spider is "stronger than steel on a per weight basis" which means it's strong and lightweight, but not quite as hard as steel. . Around her waist is a large black belt, with a massive bee belt buckle. To conceal her identity Nikki wears a mask. A simple spider masquerade mask mask with tinted goggles to cover her eyes.
Powers: Macro-Arthropodkinesis. Nikki has the powerful ability to control Arthropods (Insects, Arachnids, etc) on a large scale. She can sense all arthropods from at least five miles (And two feet) from herself, tell what kind of insect they are, and command them to make them follow her every wish. This ability allows her to sense what they sense. This power is large scale, thus, she can control thousands off insects at a time and she can control insects from miles away from her effortlessly. Nikki's degree of skill with this ability is so high that she can individually give commands to the insects.
Arthropod-Biology Manipulation. Nikki's secondary power is easily her most dangerous one. She can alter the biology of any insect within a ten foot radius. Allowing herself to completely redefine their biology to anything within reason. Make them larger, make them poisonous, etc. I am good with bugs, so I (think I) know what I'm doing. And just to clarify, she CAN'T do this a lot, so no armies of poisonous, ten foot long, butterflies.
Skills: Nikki has a little bit of skills under her belt. For starters, she's very perspective, intelligent and logical, and putting those together means that she can figure things other. It also comes with an innate observantness that allows her to pick up details. On the more of a sporty side, Nikki has played Baseball, Basketball, and Soccer, and it has really improved her speed and footwork. She runs fast like an athlete would. Another part of her athletic skill is that she's a very good climber, though most of the things she had to climb were trees. Nikki is also a practitioner of Karate, and has reached Red-belt status. Though, she hasn't practiced in ages, she still remembers enough to get her through it. Under other noncombat skills, Nikki knows how to draw, knit clothing very well, can play the guitar and the flute, and gymnastics.
Equipment/Resources: The best equipment five dollars can buy! Nikki has limited resources, since she was recently a small time vigilante. She has a combat knife, a collapsible baton, pepper spray, and a EpiPen just in case anyone goes through anaphylactic shock.
Weaknesses:
- Fire, poison, cold, and so on are very effective against bugs
- It'll take time for Nikki to gather an effective swarm
- The more insects that Nikki control, the less fine control she has over them
- Killing a large amount of insects at once will cause Nikki a mental shock
- Changing an arthropods biology requires concentration, not completing the process will kill the arthropod.
Psychological Profile: Nikki is a rather noble and kind person. She lived her life as a loner, and it shows in how she behaves around people. She's shy, rarely speaks, and is quite hesitant, when around strangers. She keeps to herself most of the time, and tries to appear serious as possible. However, when around people; she's much warmer and much more receptive. She can be seen smiling and generally acting cheerful, and playing around like a girl her age shouldn't be. Nikki is nice and warm to just about everyone when they haven't done anything to provoke her. But despite this, she isn't far away from socially awkward, and really lacks confidence. Nikki is a very open minded isn't bothered by issues like homosexuality and transgender-ism. She doesn't judge people based off such things, and is willing to try things. When the time comes, she's much more serious, and is a very focused person. Thinking through decisions greatly. Her weakness comes when she doesn't have time to think, only time to act. Which can cause her to mess up things. When provoked, she can be quite aggressive and lash out at the aggressor. And she can get super pissed off. To the point where she throws out logic and says/does something she'd regret later. Merely because she's put up with things that caused her great stress and emotional harm, and she doesn't like anymore. Nikki also has a habit with holding grudges against people - Because once they've pissed her off, they'll have to try their damn near hardest to redeem themselves.
Nikki is a... bored girl. She was bored with her current life, and where she feared it was going. Which is why she's decided to take up the mantle of a super-hero. Not just for heroic reasons, she just wanted some excitement in her life. It's a rush to be out there fighting crime. Fighting super villains and beating up criminals. Which satisfies her boredom with life, and she's making the place a better place. However, that boredom and displeasure has seeped into her work as a hero. Sometimes she feels like things aren't going to get better as hard as she tries, and she's only wasting her time. On top of that, she fears the excessive damage she does whenever she gets into a fight. In terms of D&D morality, Nikki can be classified as Chaotic or Neutral Good. On one hand, Nikki tries her best to appear as the ideal hero, that makes the best choices and saves everyone. On the other hand, she isn't the ideal hero. She is a Anti-hero in a way. She won't let rules get in her way, nor does she have many inhibitions preventing her from killing an especially dangerous man. But only when there seems to be no other choice, will she resort to these drastic means.
Biography: Prepare yourself for complete sub-parness! Since I suck at backstories.
Nikki's grand-parents, Jin-Ho & Mi-Cha Biyung, were north Korean immigrants that moved to American several decades ago, along with their child Su-Ming (Nikki's mother). There, they had another child, Lisa Biyung. Their two children eventually met their loves, and had children of their own. Su-Ming met a Korean man in America named Young Jae, married, and had two children, Nikki and Micheal Biyung. Her aunt Lisa Biyung married into a English family known as the Blackmores).
Moving on, Nikki was raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, with her family. She didn't exactly have a great time growing up, due to her powers subconsciously attracting large quantities of insects to her. Which made it difficult for her to really connect to people, but she never saw the insects as a real hindrance, nor was she afraid of them. It just hindered her ability to play with other kids. To say the least, she had a less than stellar time in Kindergarten. As her ability developed, it made it difficult to participate in school or stay in one place too long, as the swarm got bigger, and more aggressive and protective of her. To the point where she had to be pulled out of public school, and placed into home school. Where there were less of a risk of her harming people. That said, there isn't much remarkable about her backstory.
There was a natural progression of events, as Nikki aged, she received a normal-ish education, but could never get social skills down. She lived far away from other homes, in a place that had a large yard, thus she could go outside and interact with the very arthropods that she had attracted. There she got an idea that she was different from everyone else. Still, for a good deal of her life, she remained the dark little secret of the Biyung family. When she was ten a pedophile had targeted Nikki. While she was playing in her yard, he came up and tried to snatch her out. She was utterly terrified, and couldn't help but scream. The swarm that she constantly attracted was subconsciously ordered to attack him. A few hundred insects that covered his entire being in less than a few minutes. Wasps, bees, cockroaches, ants, beetles - Everything chewing his entire body. Injecting him with as much poisons as they could. He was dead shortly. By that, Nikki's mother and father came out and helped her. It was near impossible explaining that he was killed by a swarm.
That event changed Nikki, and became a defining moment. That was when she finally realized that there was more to the insects than she believed; that she was special. Then Nikki wondered if she could control it. She became even more detached from the social life, but dedicated that time to learning about her power. Spending the next few years training herself to use her power. Which had impressed her, Nikki had learned that she could do so much stuff with her powers, and by an extension arthropods. She could even prevent them from subconsciously coming to her. By the time she was 15, Nikki had a relative grasp on her powers. Then she requested that she attends school. After a few months, the school year started, and she began high school.
High school wasn't easy. Especially since she had rather poor social skills to begin with. Nikki was no less of a loner in home school than she was in high school. Getting shunned by whoever, even getting her own circle of bullies. Fortunately, she managed to make a few friends in high school, and avoided any and all incidents regarding her power. But still had problem when it came to the social scene. Plus, she was already pretty bored, itching to use her power when she's devoted so much time to training. Nikki decided to put that training to good use. She turned to being a vigilante, you may say. Every night, she went out wearing a hoodie, and used her powers to prevent crimes. Criminals would be found covered in hornet and bee stings, or placed into a cocoon of webs. At first, Nikki was nervous, but in the end, it really helped her. Nikki was much more confident, and did something to alleviate the energy. Despite coming home tired as hell and sometimes; she was doing better when it came to her confidence and stood up to her bullies. Though Nikki got her ass kicked when it came to the latter.
Fortunately, Highschool was brief. She managed to get through it alive, and she never had to see those damn bullies again. She kept up the vigilante work, however crime in Philadelphia escalated fast. Super villains and the like were popping up left and right. She was biting off more than she could chew rather fast. She considered even giving up... But not when she could help people. However, there was an alliance of superheroes known as the league that caught her interest. Some of the best people around. They could give her the training and equipment she needs.
Nikki looked to join the league, and they let her in with open arms....
Codename: Swarmqueen
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Affiliations: Vigilante work before joining the league
Occupation: High school graduate
Appearance: Nikki is a girl that doesn't appear like the average female. Whether it's her boyish facial features, or her lack of feminine features. It can be hard to tell that she's female sometimes. But an observant eye can definitely say that she's female. Nikki appears very tomboy-ish, to the point where she's near androgynous. Her facial features mostly appear to be male. She has a slim build, that's slightly muscular, but won't impress anybody. She lacks that desired female figure, instead it's a straight figure that lacks curves (Flat chest and butt), and is generally masculine. While she's short in terms of height, her arms and legs are notably long, and she has large, bony fingers. Nikki is an obviously Asian girl, of specifically Korean roots. Her skin is a light-yellow color, that's not exactly perfect. Her skin isn't perfectly clear, since she has plenty of scars on her body, and her knees are pretty scared from falling over as a kid. In terms of looks, Nikki can be called pretty, but she isn't winning any beauty pageants. She does look a bit boyish, but definitely female. Nikki's head is oval shaped and very rounded, her facial features are dull and rounded too. Nikki's cheeks are very notably large and round, but smooth, blending into her face well. They are often the first thing people notice about her. She has small lips, that aren't very girly or anything like that. Nikki has a medium sized nose, that's very pointed at the tips, and her nostrils are very small, and C-shaped. Her ears are medium sized, but notable round. Nikki's forehead is very big, and often the butt of jokes. Because of her heritage Nikki's eyes are small, slanted, and a brown color. Nikki's hair is jet-black, and short. She keeps it in a high-profile style, and a bit of it brushed over the left side of her forehead.
Nikki's costume has an insect motif, or at. For her mask, she has a insect motif. Her costume isn't that unique. It appears that she wears a black, skin-tight bodysuit that covers her entire body from head to toe. With a intricate white pattern all over it, resembling spider webs. This suit outfit has armoring built into it, it covers her vital areas (Her chest, throat, etc) and other areas (Her shoulders, elbows, knees). This armoring is painted black to blend into the rest of her outfit. Her armor is made out of Spider silk from Black Widow spiders that she weaved herself. Since spider silk from a bark spider is "stronger than steel on a per weight basis" which means it's strong and lightweight, but not quite as hard as steel. . Around her waist is a large black belt, with a massive bee belt buckle. To conceal her identity Nikki wears a mask. A simple spider masquerade mask mask with tinted goggles to cover her eyes.
Powers: Macro-Arthropodkinesis. Nikki has the powerful ability to control Arthropods (Insects, Arachnids, etc) on a large scale. She can sense all arthropods from at least five miles (And two feet) from herself, tell what kind of insect they are, and command them to make them follow her every wish. This ability allows her to sense what they sense. This power is large scale, thus, she can control thousands off insects at a time and she can control insects from miles away from her effortlessly. Nikki's degree of skill with this ability is so high that she can individually give commands to the insects.
Arthropod-Biology Manipulation. Nikki's secondary power is easily her most dangerous one. She can alter the biology of any insect within a ten foot radius. Allowing herself to completely redefine their biology to anything within reason. Make them larger, make them poisonous, etc. I am good with bugs, so I (think I) know what I'm doing. And just to clarify, she CAN'T do this a lot, so no armies of poisonous, ten foot long, butterflies.
Skills: Nikki has a little bit of skills under her belt. For starters, she's very perspective, intelligent and logical, and putting those together means that she can figure things other. It also comes with an innate observantness that allows her to pick up details. On the more of a sporty side, Nikki has played Baseball, Basketball, and Soccer, and it has really improved her speed and footwork. She runs fast like an athlete would. Another part of her athletic skill is that she's a very good climber, though most of the things she had to climb were trees. Nikki is also a practitioner of Karate, and has reached Red-belt status. Though, she hasn't practiced in ages, she still remembers enough to get her through it. Under other noncombat skills, Nikki knows how to draw, knit clothing very well, can play the guitar and the flute, and gymnastics.
Equipment/Resources: The best equipment five dollars can buy! Nikki has limited resources, since she was recently a small time vigilante. She has a combat knife, a collapsible baton, pepper spray, and a EpiPen just in case anyone goes through anaphylactic shock.
Weaknesses:
- Fire, poison, cold, and so on are very effective against bugs
- It'll take time for Nikki to gather an effective swarm
- The more insects that Nikki control, the less fine control she has over them
- Killing a large amount of insects at once will cause Nikki a mental shock
- Changing an arthropods biology requires concentration, not completing the process will kill the arthropod.
Psychological Profile: Nikki is a rather noble and kind person. She lived her life as a loner, and it shows in how she behaves around people. She's shy, rarely speaks, and is quite hesitant, when around strangers. She keeps to herself most of the time, and tries to appear serious as possible. However, when around people; she's much warmer and much more receptive. She can be seen smiling and generally acting cheerful, and playing around like a girl her age shouldn't be. Nikki is nice and warm to just about everyone when they haven't done anything to provoke her. But despite this, she isn't far away from socially awkward, and really lacks confidence. Nikki is a very open minded isn't bothered by issues like homosexuality and transgender-ism. She doesn't judge people based off such things, and is willing to try things. When the time comes, she's much more serious, and is a very focused person. Thinking through decisions greatly. Her weakness comes when she doesn't have time to think, only time to act. Which can cause her to mess up things. When provoked, she can be quite aggressive and lash out at the aggressor. And she can get super pissed off. To the point where she throws out logic and says/does something she'd regret later. Merely because she's put up with things that caused her great stress and emotional harm, and she doesn't like anymore. Nikki also has a habit with holding grudges against people - Because once they've pissed her off, they'll have to try their damn near hardest to redeem themselves.
Nikki is a... bored girl. She was bored with her current life, and where she feared it was going. Which is why she's decided to take up the mantle of a super-hero. Not just for heroic reasons, she just wanted some excitement in her life. It's a rush to be out there fighting crime. Fighting super villains and beating up criminals. Which satisfies her boredom with life, and she's making the place a better place. However, that boredom and displeasure has seeped into her work as a hero. Sometimes she feels like things aren't going to get better as hard as she tries, and she's only wasting her time. On top of that, she fears the excessive damage she does whenever she gets into a fight. In terms of D&D morality, Nikki can be classified as Chaotic or Neutral Good. On one hand, Nikki tries her best to appear as the ideal hero, that makes the best choices and saves everyone. On the other hand, she isn't the ideal hero. She is a Anti-hero in a way. She won't let rules get in her way, nor does she have many inhibitions preventing her from killing an especially dangerous man. But only when there seems to be no other choice, will she resort to these drastic means.
Biography: Prepare yourself for complete sub-parness! Since I suck at backstories.
Nikki's grand-parents, Jin-Ho & Mi-Cha Biyung, were north Korean immigrants that moved to American several decades ago, along with their child Su-Ming (Nikki's mother). There, they had another child, Lisa Biyung. Their two children eventually met their loves, and had children of their own. Su-Ming met a Korean man in America named Young Jae, married, and had two children, Nikki and Micheal Biyung. Her aunt Lisa Biyung married into a English family known as the Blackmores).
Moving on, Nikki was raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, with her family. She didn't exactly have a great time growing up, due to her powers subconsciously attracting large quantities of insects to her. Which made it difficult for her to really connect to people, but she never saw the insects as a real hindrance, nor was she afraid of them. It just hindered her ability to play with other kids. To say the least, she had a less than stellar time in Kindergarten. As her ability developed, it made it difficult to participate in school or stay in one place too long, as the swarm got bigger, and more aggressive and protective of her. To the point where she had to be pulled out of public school, and placed into home school. Where there were less of a risk of her harming people. That said, there isn't much remarkable about her backstory.
There was a natural progression of events, as Nikki aged, she received a normal-ish education, but could never get social skills down. She lived far away from other homes, in a place that had a large yard, thus she could go outside and interact with the very arthropods that she had attracted. There she got an idea that she was different from everyone else. Still, for a good deal of her life, she remained the dark little secret of the Biyung family. When she was ten a pedophile had targeted Nikki. While she was playing in her yard, he came up and tried to snatch her out. She was utterly terrified, and couldn't help but scream. The swarm that she constantly attracted was subconsciously ordered to attack him. A few hundred insects that covered his entire being in less than a few minutes. Wasps, bees, cockroaches, ants, beetles - Everything chewing his entire body. Injecting him with as much poisons as they could. He was dead shortly. By that, Nikki's mother and father came out and helped her. It was near impossible explaining that he was killed by a swarm.
That event changed Nikki, and became a defining moment. That was when she finally realized that there was more to the insects than she believed; that she was special. Then Nikki wondered if she could control it. She became even more detached from the social life, but dedicated that time to learning about her power. Spending the next few years training herself to use her power. Which had impressed her, Nikki had learned that she could do so much stuff with her powers, and by an extension arthropods. She could even prevent them from subconsciously coming to her. By the time she was 15, Nikki had a relative grasp on her powers. Then she requested that she attends school. After a few months, the school year started, and she began high school.
High school wasn't easy. Especially since she had rather poor social skills to begin with. Nikki was no less of a loner in home school than she was in high school. Getting shunned by whoever, even getting her own circle of bullies. Fortunately, she managed to make a few friends in high school, and avoided any and all incidents regarding her power. But still had problem when it came to the social scene. Plus, she was already pretty bored, itching to use her power when she's devoted so much time to training. Nikki decided to put that training to good use. She turned to being a vigilante, you may say. Every night, she went out wearing a hoodie, and used her powers to prevent crimes. Criminals would be found covered in hornet and bee stings, or placed into a cocoon of webs. At first, Nikki was nervous, but in the end, it really helped her. Nikki was much more confident, and did something to alleviate the energy. Despite coming home tired as hell and sometimes; she was doing better when it came to her confidence and stood up to her bullies. Though Nikki got her ass kicked when it came to the latter.
Fortunately, Highschool was brief. She managed to get through it alive, and she never had to see those damn bullies again. She kept up the vigilante work, however crime in Philadelphia escalated fast. Super villains and the like were popping up left and right. She was biting off more than she could chew rather fast. She considered even giving up... But not when she could help people. However, there was an alliance of superheroes known as the league that caught her interest. Some of the best people around. They could give her the training and equipment she needs.
Nikki looked to join the league, and they let her in with open arms....
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HWWB, Much better we finally have our animal sidekick :P Accepted
Mr Allen J, It's a really good sheet but I'm going to ask that she restrict her range to say 5 miles and can command thousands of insects not millions. Millions would be somewhat excessive in my mind. Other than that there's nothing I'd object that I can see.
Mr Allen J, It's a really good sheet but I'm going to ask that she restrict her range to say 5 miles and can command thousands of insects not millions. Millions would be somewhat excessive in my mind. Other than that there's nothing I'd object that I can see.
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Made the edits.
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Ok great Swarmqueen is accepted.
Finally nice characters :P
Finally nice characters :P
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Name:
Joe Black
Codename:
Extremely disparaging of codenames. You can call him Mr Black.
Age:
Died at 35 in 2002. Resurrected in 2012.
Gender:
Male
Place of Birth
Tijuana
Affiliations:
The White Fellowship of Sorcerers, Thomas Syed in particular. Former partner of Floyd Price and Vince Kripke. Sister Katy Gamble has taken it upon herself to be Joe's 'spiritual guide' in his second attempt at walking this world. Rachel Hasburas, the best friend he's ever been shot by.
Occupation:
Former actor, thief and cadaver. Currently a handyman 'employed' by Thomas Syed. Also a frequent troller on several online websites, including several Coldplay fansites. Lord does he hate Coldplay.
Appearance:
Very much like the above, except without the spiked collar or chain. Joe describes his fashion sense as 'vintage', though dated would be a better term. Wears rayban wrap around sunglasses at the behest of Thomas, as his glazed over eyes can be quite disconcerting to look into. Joe thinks they make him look cool.
Powers:
Joe's powers all revolve around the fact that he is already dead. Mostly dead anyway. You could say he is a technical immortal, as you can't kill that which is already dead. As a result of decayed nerve endings he also has no pain receptors, which means you can do what you want to him and he just wont feel it (Which doesn't mean he wont complain about it, cause he'll complain like hell.) He has no need of oxygen, food or water.
He is also a little stronger than average, a lack of pain meaning he can hit harder and exert himself more than a normal person without having to worry about harming or straining his muscles. His mystical origins have negated the usual softening of the bone structure during decomposition.
If Joe is dismembered or decapitated then not only will he survive, but all his separate pieces will still have a form of sentience. For example if you were to cut off and remove his head then his body would still move around, while his head would still be aware of what is happening (Even without vocal cords Joe's head can still talk, unfortunately.) or if you were to cut off a hand then the hand in question would begin to function on its own, much like Thing from the Addam's family. This is obviously a result of the bizarre magic's suffusing him, as a decapitation usually means a final end for most other undead.
Any piece of Joe completely obliterated will eventually grow back, but this is an incredibly slow process, and when the new part is in place it is still necrotic flesh, not healthy and alive.
Like most undead Joe can 'sense' the living. No one alive can sneak up on him unaided, as he can always sense their approach. He can also use this to track individuals down, as long as he's already picked up the sense of them before. Once Joe has met and individual he can sense them up to five hundred miles away.
Unlike other undead Joe's bite will not transfer the curse of the mummy, with most experts decreeing that this must be due to Joe's unique nature. However, his teeth and mouth do carry all sorts of nasty bacteria, so any bite from Joe not properly cleaned and attended to will more than likely end in infection and death.
Skills:
Joe is a zombie of very few marketable skills, though he'd be the last to admit it. He spends every moment he can smoking, drinking and watching TV. Since being resurrected he has rekindled his love affair with TV, quickly catching up with everything he had missed in his ten years of being dead. As such he has a brilliant mind for pop culture trivia, the kind of guy that you'd definitely want on your team for a pub quiz. He's also become a big fan of the internet, sometimes spending days at a time trolling sites like Youtube, Comicvine and our very own RPG.
He has retained several of his more 'unsavoury' skills from his former life, being able to break a lock, steal a car, hustle pool, pick a pocket, card shark, and just about any other skill a stereotyped low life should posses.
Equipment/Resources:
His badass raybans. Smokes, cigars if he can get them, marlboro reds if he can't. Zippo lighter, has the marine corps logo engraved on the side, stolen from a pensioner (Joe hopes it had some sentimental value to its original owner.)
Weaknesses:
Joe's most easily exploitable weakness is his vulnerability to wizards of all description. Unlike other undead it isn't just necromancers that can command Mr Black, any sufficiently powerful mage can attempt to do it. While not obliged to obey a command from a non-necromancer mage they can suggest an action to him, which then leaves an 'impulse' on Joe. The stronger the mage, the stronger the impulse. Joe can refuse to obey, but the impulse stays with him for a while, longer depending on the power of the mage.
As discussed before he is completely at the mercy of necromancers. A powerful enough necromancer can bend Joe to their will outright. The only thing a necromancer can't control is Joe's ability to talk.
He is also incredibly lazy. If it wasn't for Doctor Destiny handing out orders then Joe probably wouldn't even leave his couch, except to get more booze or smokes.
Due to being partially decomposed Joe smells pretty rank, but outright refuses to cover up the smell with deodorants or aftershaves, as he thinks they're girl.
While not quite a weakness it should be noted that a lot of todays popular music infuriates Joe. Justin Bieber, One Direction, Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus, he hates them all. The one that he hates above all others though, the one that mere mention of will send him into near blind fury, is Coldplay. Lord, how he hates Coldplay.
Psychological Profile:
Lazy. Selfish. Petty. Cruel. These are some of Joes predominate traits. These are the ones he's proud of. Call him a low-life and Joe would more than likely thank you for it, glad to see someone had noticed all his good work. Joe's the type to always be working on some sort of get rich quick scheme, rather than do a full days work. In fact he puts more effort into avoiding work than he would into actually doing the work itself.
Before he died Joe was a coward, terrified of physical pain. Now that he is one of the immortal undead, and no longer feels pain, those feelings still remain. Despite the fact that he can't be hurt, the idea of doing something that hypothetically could hurt still puts him off.
While by no means a good person he does have some qualities that could be described as redeeming. While alive Joe would never wilfully physically hurt a person (though mental and emotional hurt was always fair game.) Since coming back to life he has developed a soft spot for orphans, perhaps because of his attempt to rob an orphanage was what indirectly led to his death.
Biography:
Joe Black was born to two American criminals who met while on the lamb in Tijuana in 1967, his father a Hell's Angel wanted for killing a award-winning porn star in a pool party gone wrong, his mother a former hooker accused of seducing men then stealing and selling their organs on the black market. They found solace in each others arms, and agreed to bring a child into the world. They were terrible parental material, though not for lack of trying. Both tried to shower love upon young Joe, but in their own extremely unorthodox manner. The bizarre family travelled back to America in 1972, assuming the heat would be off by then, eventually settling in New Jersey.
Joe, perhaps not surprisingly, doesn't become what you would call a 'good kid', doing badly in school and falling into a gang. Whenever called about his behaviour his parents would usually respond with a 'boys will be boys' kind of argument. Petty delinquency soon leads to criminal behaviour, and as he grows older Joe becomes a repeat offender for the crimes of breaking and entering and theft. The ultimate crime always remains out of reach however, that one big job which would set him up for life. However, an old school friend named Vince Kripke introduces him to Floyd Price, who claims to be on to a gold mine.
Floyd and Vince have set up a job to rob a local bank, Floyd acting as the brains and Vince as the muscle. All they need is one more man to help ease the process, and Joe has been picked for that honour. Little needs to be said about the job, save that it went badly. Vince was killed in a shootout with the police, Floyd was captured but Joe managed to escape with the money. While deliberating whether to escape to Canada or Mexico Joe is captured by Lieutenant George Ronaldson, a New Jersey police officer. Ronaldson was pointed in Joe's direction by Floyd, thinking if he helped capture his erstwhile partner then he would get a more lenient punishment, not knowing that Ronaldson was a dirty cop more interested in padding his own retirement fund than seeing justice done.
Officer Ronaldson tells Joe that he's going to prison unless he forks over the bank money, with a little extra to keep the peace. Joe, desperate to keep outta prison, doesn't know where to turn, until he see's a local nunnery holding a charity day to raise funds for a close by orphanage. Joe waited until one solitary nun was taking the day's total raised amount and attempted to mug her. Unfortunately for him the nun in question is former karate bronze medallist Katy Gamble, who proceeds to kick his ass. Joe attempts to flee, but runs out into the path of an oncoming bus, dying instantly. Joe goes unmourned, but is buried according to his wishes, and the wishes of Katy who feels bad about what happened to him.
Floyd in jail hears the news and curses his former partner. Since entering prison Price has began to think that somehow Black set him up for the fall, and absconded with all the money, not knowing that Ronaldson now has their take. One day in the prison library Floyd came across a book that probably shouldn't have been there. It was in fact a black text, a series of dos and don’t s for an aspiring necromancer. It was then and there that Floyd made his plan to serve his time, then use the teachings of the book to summon Joe Black back to life, both to find out what happened to the money and to make his old partner suffer for what had been wrought on Floyd.
Price was released from prison on December the 21st, 2012, eager to enact his plan. Arriving at the cemetery were Joe was buried he immediately set about the dark ritual which would raise our 'hero' from the dead. Things did not go to plan however. Unbeknownst to Price his ritual was poorly timed, a critical part of the ceremony coinciding with the Awakening. Yes, Joe rose from the dead, but not in the fashion Price would have wished. The worlds newest undead was surly at being awoken, and resistant to Price's attempts to command him. Price, realising something was amiss, fled the scene, leaving the newly arisen Joe to his own devices.
Joe, without much else to do, wandered down the road and into a gas station, were the attendant, Rachel Hasburas, quite acceptably really after all those Romero zombie movies, shot him in the head. This of course failed to kill Joe, and Rachel, feeling embarrassed and foolish, invited Joe to come sleep on her coach for a couple nights until he figured out what he wanted to do with his second life. Six weeks later and Joe was still loafing on Rachel's coach, and didn't look like he had any intentions of leaving. Rachel was almost at her wits end, but salvation showed it's head after she witnessed Thomas Syed, otherwise known as Destiny, on the TV.
Rachel got in contact with the Magus, begging him to solve her undead problem. Thomas, always been interested by intellectual curiosity's like Joe was only to happy to oblige, arriving the next day. Tom was both intrigued and astounded to find such a unique creature, and asked Joe to accompany him back to his lab. Joe told him to fuck off. Unfortunately Destiny was not to be dissuaded, Joe never having much of a choice in the matter anyway.
Five years on and Mr Black is still working for destiny, though claims loud and often that he will stab the Magus in the back the first chance he gets. Thomas ascribes it to no more than harmless bluster, and truthfully Joe wouldn't have anywhere else to go if he did leave the Captain. No, for the foreseeable future Joe's fate is tied to Destiny.
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It looks really good so far. But how does he do against heat or cold? :P
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