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Lilith nodded slowly, taking the information in. The Blood Brothers had a pretty good location; somewhere they knew the lay of the area and had an advantage. Or at least, she hoped they knew, the black district being rather shady. She didn’t want to be dealing with idiots who don’t know how to pick their battleground properly. However, abandoned warehouses are well – abandoned, and there would be plenty of shadows, which worked in her favor. Her left hand twitched, and she nervously fingered the bottom with her right. She was sure this would go fine, considering even if they lost, some random hero would come and get all the glory of beating the terrible villains and saving the lives of a group of losers. It was just battle jitters. Though there was the fact that they didn’t know what the criminals had been up to, and chances were that they might even die. Lilith dug her nails into her palm, forcing herself to stop being so pessimistic.

After calming herself down, she heard Naomi asking Farah if she was sure about their location and powers. It was pretty smart, considering how serious this mission was. False information has killed lots of heroes and villains alike, and she had no desire to get killed that way, either. Lilith forced herself to focus, and managed to escape her own thoughts just as Naomi was saying, “Come on Ladies and Gentlemen, Let's save this city's future from these bad guys!" Lilith nodded once, letting the girl’s spirit and enthusiasm build up her adrenaline and confidence, thanking her mentally. She could still feel herself shaking, and furrowed her eyebrows and took deep breaths to calm herself down. It would definitely not be any good for her to go into a fight with blood-manipulating criminals and shaky knees.

The Detentionee's (OOC) (High Casual)

Sorry, forgot to post CS here.

NAME : Lilith Ayers
SUPERHERO NAME: Kitsune
AGE and BIRTHDAY: 15, December 27
APPEARANCE: Lilith has a slender, willowy frame and pale ivory skin. She’s lithe, with jet-black hair, curled and bleached to a honey-gold and the ends. Her right eye is cerulean, like the color of the Caribbean, and her left eye is blind, a light gray-blue color, and both are shadowed by the hood forever hanging over her head. She has a black mark on her arm, like a capital C with a cross on it, the intersection of the cross in the middle. Lilith’s not particularly curvaceous, though her assets are a pretty decent size. She’s about 5’3”, and is often called short by her friends for that. She always has electric blue headphones, around her neck or on her head.
Lilith normally wears a black pullover hoodie with a death metal band logo on the back, light blue ripped skinny jeans, and steel-toed combat boots. In the summer she wears a light gray shirt with the Assassin’s Creed logo on it, dark jean shorts, and sneakers, plus a zip up hoodie just in case.
Lilith’s superhero costume is rather simple, a black trench coat with a hood and silver linings, a black half mask, a dark grey elbow length shirt, and a black skirt.
GENDER: Female
PERSONALITY: Lilith is very rebellious. She hates people telling her what do and dreads school for this reason. Often she will defy teachers to the point where they are about to send her to detention, then is sugar-sweet to them for the rest of class. She also gets very good grades, just to annoy them even more. Needless to say they are often tempted to knock thirty percent off her grades at the end of term. She is very fierce and cunning, which earned her superhero name
BACKGROUND: Lilith lives with her dad, her other dad, and her twin brothers. Her family is pretty weird. Her dads are both archeologists, and her brothers are in the police force. At school, she’s a little better off when it comes to the social order, because she can be a bit intimidating. No one really bothers her, unless it’s her friends teasing her about her height. She plays acoustic guitar, though she’s not really tied to a band yet. Her love life is nonexistent, and her social life has been at Death’s door for a while. She’s a little solitary, though she loves her friends, and loves spreading chaos around school
Lilith gained her powers when her dads brought home a black statue of Hades, the Greek god of the Underworld They thought she might like it, since he was one of her favorite gods, and when she woke up the next morning, the statue was gone and the mark had appeared on her arm. She normally just helps her brothers with police work.
POWERS: Umbrakinesis. Not huge stuff, just things like controlling them, creating blades out of shadow, and being able to disappear into them.
REASON FOR DETENTION: Lilith’s power level is pretty good, but her powers are seen as ‘dark’ and people look down on her because her dads are gay. Plus she graffitied exactly what she thought about the teachers on the school wall

Fiddler's Green- Organized Crime

Sounds cool, I'm interested.

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Aiden leaned back in his computer chair, stretching out his muscles. He had just created a secure channel to the T.I.’s of the newest batch of experiments, which took almost a week and all his talent in the technology department. He rubbed his eyes, checking the small list of survivors. There were even less than usual, which meant the government was using even harder, more deadly tests. They thankfully hadn’t used the first ones, as those had killed off everyone but him. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if these guys would cut it. The only reason he was considering them was his Clairvoyance. His powers told him they were the ones.

Aiden sighed and pressed the send button. His hair was sticking out everywhere, and his dark eyes had even darker bags under them, while his clothes definitely needed to be ironed. He rechecked the list. This message could only be sent once, and if he sent them to the wrong people, well… that would ensure his execution. Lilith Angelo, Rasputin Hart, Cateleya Sofia Herrera, and Brian O’Connel. He suddenly slumped in his chair, relief and exhaustion taking over.
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Lilith groaned getting up slowly. Her arms felt like someone had tried to liquefy them, but couldn’t finish the job. Her head pounded like she had drunk a whole keg last night, and when she tried to get to her feet, she flopped back down. Lilith thought how she had got there. The last thing she could remember was hanging out with one of her friends and going to spray paint something insulting on a government building, and a guy had grabbed her. Her mom – here she had a momentary panic attack when she realized she briefly forgot who her mother was – working in a different building, so she was sure that they wouldn’t get caught.

Well crap, Lilith frowned as she got up. She looked at her forearms. Dirty, like they were supposed to be when you lay on the ground, but abnormally pale. How odd. A red light alerted her to the government tracker on her arm. Ripping it off it lets out a beep. Crap, Lilith thought. What do I do now? The ringing of her T.I. caught her attention, almost as if giving the answer to the unspoken question. Fourteen words appeared in front of her, a projection only she could see. Come to Lemon Manor, Britannia, if you want to know what happened to you. Everyone knew where Lemon Manor was. It was home to a young, rich business man who was quite famous. She could easily catch a portal to Britannia.

Lilith dusted herself off. She was wearing her hoodie and skinny jeans, and combat boots. No sign that anyone had kidnapped her and brought her here or anything. Even her headphones were still intact. However, she couldn’t shake that memory, the one about the man from the government grabbing her wrist. i know something was wrong, and I will get answers, she thought determinedly as she made her way to the citizen portals.

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Do you guys want to start now, or wait for more people? I wasn't planning on making this big, so this amount is perfectly fine

The Detentionee's (OOC) (High Casual)

Sorry to hear that. Hope you get better.

The Detentionee's (OOC) (High Casual)

Lilith got up and stretched a little stiff from her meditation. She took a moment to practice using her powers, warming up for the job that was coming up. She started with blending into shadows, then turning them into small objects, finishing off with turning them into shiny dual daggers, so she could use them in hand-to-hand combat if need be. Honestly, she wasn’t sure they were up for it. The Blood Brothers, despite being C-List, were still older and more experienced. They were probably even stronger than the team. She shrugged mentally. Even if they lost, some other – more competent - heroes would come to defeat them. Not that she hated the team; it was just a fact that there were stronger people out there.

It was another fact that they hadn’t been a team for long. Lilith was so used to working alone, and she had always felt that most heroes were too egotistic, and would just ruin everything if it meant a chance for more glory. She felt pretty fortunate that this team wasn’t so conceited. She absentmindedly polished her shadow knives with her shirt, ripping it in the process, before realizing it was rather cold. Well, colder than normal.

Shaking herself out of her trance, Lilith found that she had unconsciously cloaked herself, turning her figure into a black, icy mass. She cursed herself for letting her shadows get out of control, and then dispersed them, the black matter retreating to their proper places. She then meandered down the tunnels, making sure to keep her powers in check, taking a definably slower pace than what she had gone at earlier. Finding the niche she stashed her costume in, she set down her daggers on the floor and changed quickly. Thankfully the place wasn’t too far from where the computers were placed; otherwise she would have lost it. She stuffed her other clothes into the small alcove, then pulled on her combat boots and walked back down to the others while slipping on her trench coat and pulling down the hood.

The Detentionee's (OOC) (High Casual)

Lilith yawned, stretching discreetly at the black of her History class, and then quickly writing down some reminders on the back of her pale hand, in a messy scrawl. The teacher’s lecture was killing off her brain cells. Taking out her cellphone, she turned up the volume of her current favorite song and properly adjusted her electric blue headphones. The teacher, blathering on about things she could care less about, didn’t notice. A few songs later, the bell rang and Lilith stood, grateful to use her legs. She packed up and walked out slowly, taking her time. She definitely had no wish to be stampeded over by the other students, eager to get out.

In the hallway, Lilith’s rubber soled combat boots squeaked rather loudly against the floor, making several students and teachers glare and cover their ears, to which she glared back. She headed swiftly towards the classroom used the school used for Detention, as the staff had been none too pleased with the ‘wonderful’ masterpiece Lilith had created on the school wall with spray paint, and had sent her there for vandalizing the school. They were always so ungrateful for her stunts, even though she had so kindly dedicated this one to them. Lilith snickered softly, remembering about the angry, shocked and embarrassed expressions she had witnessed when they saw her work of art.

She swiftly hurried down to the basement, slowing down when she was halfway there. No need to waste energy Lilith could save for angering even more staff. The shadows of the room elongated, calling out for her, reaching out as if she were their mother. She smirked, letting them trail behind her like devoted followers – which they were – then cloaking herself in them. They ‘felt’ cold and smooth, like silk. She arrived at her destination, and walked in to see Farah, Naomi, Euan, Seb, John, and Nikki already there. Nikki was just saying, “We’ll have to let someone else handle these…”

Lilith took a glance at the screen and had to agree. They were still kids, and terrorist attacks were too much. She went to find somewhere quiet to meditate, though still within hearing distance of everyone, in case something came up.

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Anyone else? I still have spots open

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Krodin329 said
Name: Brian O'Connel.Age: 17Gender: male Superhero name: Evil Angel/ deathPowers: He is built with super enhanced Aether wings, non mechanical, nor flesh wings. Their made out of solid crystal, encoded into his genetics to function perfectly. They glow a black obsidian color and resemble angel wings. They allow him to fly at up to Mach 2 in under 2.5 secondsAdoptive muscle memory: If Brian see' sit once, he can replicate it, perfectly. It's limited by what your body can do. Brian, though he has Irish heratige, does not have red hair. It's solid black, and so are his eyes which is due to his substantially different DNA. he stands at 6'1 with a very muscular build, that isn't impeding on his movement. He is the very model of a healthy human body. He prefers to wear a semi tight black t-shirt, so he can't be grappled, and grey jeans. His favorite shoes are a pair of dark red fighting shoes, made specifically for him. He's had them for six years, but they don't look a day past a month, because he takes such good care of them. Personality: Brian isn't interested in much, but what does catch his eye, he puts one hundred and ten percent effort into doing so. Whatever he chooses to do, he practices until he's a master, which generally doesn't take long due to his adoptive muscle memory. He has mastered about two dozen martial arts simply while watching g the moves be performed by masters themselves, he then went on to defeat them. He is an amazing shot, sketch artist, parcour runner, flyer, and swords man. He's not good for much else though. Bio: Brian wasn't born with these wings, but he was with adoptive memory. As a child he showed extreme potential when it came to martial arts and other programs that could be used to control others through forces of physical means. The government began to survey him as a child, and when he turned fifteen they broke into his house and killed his family. He was blindfolded, and then waterborded into submission. When he gave up, he was knocked out and woke up on an operation table, face down. Just as he did so, a knif slid into his skin, two large cuts at the shoulder blade. Brian blacked out, and woke up four days later with his wings, and a man smiling at him saying, " Congradulations, your the new special forces. Overcome with grief and rage, Brian crushed the mans throat and tore throughout the facility, finding two Aether blades and a set of black Aether armour. When he was done, he blew up the remote lab and headed out, swearing to bring down crime, and eventually the government who had done this to him. Weapons: Arther armor, blades, and a m264 .45 pistol.

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