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Powerhouse High Tier

Hider

Superhero Name: Captain Light

Civilian Name: Ali Malik

Origin city: Alexandria, Egypt

Hometown: Coast City USA

Sex: Male

Race: Human (Arabic).

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 150 lbs

Age: 15

Birth Date: November 5th
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Costumed Appearance: A striking figure, Captain Light wears a set of dark gray armor, including greaves, a gorget, and vambraces, but most notably the large silver helm, completely covering his face, only revealing a pair of white glowing eyes. He is wrapped in a deep blue cloak, worn over the right shoulder and wrapped across the upper chest. His ring is worn on the left hand, glowing a vibrant white. His armor is shiny and menaces with designs of ankhs and lanterns.

Civilian Appearance: Ali is rather unassuming, with buzzcut hair and the beginning of facial hair on his lower face. His skin is a dark yellow-brown and he has brown eyes. Ali wears loose hoodies and tight pants, often with the hood over his head. Ali is near-constantly slouching due to a lack of confidence in himself, and when he doesn't have pockets to place them in, he often wonders where to place his hands. He has a thin face, a small nose and large lips.

Icon: An Ankh with a Lantern design on the bottom.

Costumed Personality: Light is mature and stoic, his voice never above a stern growl. Light is not a nice person, despite his heroic qualities. Light is demanding and impatient, arrogant to the extreme, and needlessly brutal to his enemies, but he is always willing to help others in need in his own way. Or at least, that's when the Starheart is in control. When Ali is in control, Light is a brave and kind hero with a bit of a naive streak, willing to listen to his elders but also a bit rebellious. He hates waiting and enjoys fighting strong opponents and using his new abilities. When amongst friends he is sarcastic and loud, constantly making jokes or playfully teasing. He's also a hopeless flirt, often trying to get together with women more than twice his level. Despite all of this, Light is dependable no matter the personality, and is always willing to help those in need.

Civilian Personality: Ali is rather quiet, but is assertive and rather rude, he grows impatient quickly and can be overly aggressive. He avoids talking when it isn't required, and is terrified of speaking to women. Ali enjoys sports but dislikes working on a team of people of similar age to himself, preferring teaming with those older than him. Ali can be rather friendly when he knows a person for a long time, but he's rather cold around
recently met acquaintances.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
»Purple belt in Brazilian Jujitsu

-Powers:
»Starheart Empowerment: Ali controls the mystical power of the Starheart, a sentient concentration of all the magical power from an unidentified parallel universe, currently residing in his suit of armor. This gives Ali the ability to fly, create constructs out of hardened light, phase through solid objects, travel through space, and live indefinitely until killed by an outside force. This power is contained in the suit of armor and focused through his ring. The Starheart can also channel itself through Ali's helmet to allow for empowered versions of his normal ability and also invisibility, teleportation, healing, creation of pocket dimensions, and the ability to make others immune to magic.

-Weaknesses:
»Wood: Ali's power cannot affect wood.
»Separation from Armor: Without his armor, Ali is unable to contact the Starheart, and thus unable to use its abilities.
»Overuse: The Starheart can only release so much at one time, and eventually it will require time to recharge. It can be used for around five hours when only the ring is used, but this drops to two when the helmet is used, and thirty seconds when both are used at once, though doing so would probably lead to Ali's death.

Civilian Occupation: High school student.

Biography
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Character History/Origin: Ali was born in Alexandria, Egypt. His mother was Sudanese and his father was native Egyptian with British ancestry. Ali had a troubled childhood, becoming a Heroin user (though not an addict) at a young age, and he entered a criminal lifestyle to continue his drug abuse despite his parent's disapproval. Due to his actions, he and his father were shot by a fellow criminal. Ali's father died immediately, but Ali survived, though he would have died within seconds had something not intervened.

Meanwhile, the Starheart, an agglomeration of the entirety of the magical essence of a parallel universe, stirred for the first time in hundreds of years. Having landed on the Earth in the form of a meteor many years ago, the Starheart was found by a Greek named Diocletes, who was instructed to forge the meteoric metal into a suit of armor, utilizing its own power to aid in this task, the first instance of non-bronze metallurgy in history.

The Starheart was utilized by a number of Greek and later Egyptian heroes, but as the years went by, the power of the Starheart grew weaker and weaker, until finally the being inside the armor seemingly died. The Egyptians buried the "Corpse" of the Starheart and went along with their lives.

Finally, the Starheart awoke, alive for the first time in hundreds of years, the being realized it now had its initial power back, it was a shock to be certain. Realizing it now required a host, it used its magical energy to locate the closest living human, bursting from the ground and placing itself upon the dying Ali. The Starheart used its ability to heal the gunshot wound, also giving Ali directed amnesia in order to erase his memories of his drug use and to prevent him from ever relapsing.

Ali's mother moved to the United States to live with family soon after, bringing Ali with her. Currently hiding his magical artifacts, Ali is constantly assaulted by a voice in his head telling him to take them up and take to the skies, and he's finding it rather hard to disagree.

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Orlanth

Orlanth, King of the Gods

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Basic Information

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Age:

Biological: 40
Chronological: Immeasurably high.

Race:

Orlanthi God

Gender:

Male

Origin:

Glorantha (RuneQuest)

Character Information

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Objectives:

Re-enact the Lightbringers Quest to recreate the world in Glorantha's image.

Temperament:

Possessing of a hair-trigger temper and a love of combat, Orlanth is none-the-less committed to the laws of the Orlanthi, no matter how strange and alien. Their two sacred laws are "No-one can make you do anything", and "There is always another way". He places high emphasis on the tenants of vengeance, bravery, generosity, and honor.

Affiliation:

The Storm Tribe

Alignment:

Lawful Neutral

Background:

Orlanth is known as the son of Umath and Kero Fin, the God of the sky, and Goddess of childbirth and mountains respectively. Orlanth already showed great wisdom as a youth, challenging the rule of the Emperor who ruled over them and defeating him in a series of challenges. It was through these challenges that he won the love of his wife Ernalda. As an adult, he founded the Storm Tribe, and was one of the Lightbringers who brought back the Sun to the world and saved it from death.

Suddenly transported to the Array, Orlanth has spent as long as he has been on the new plain attempting to gather the similarly displaced Storm People, succeeding in assembling a tribal moot.

Talents and Other

Skills:

Ω Expert swordsman
Ω Legendary leader
Ω Excellent strategist.

Abilities:

Ω Superhuman strength
Ω Control over rain and lightning.
Ω Biological immortality, meaning he cannot die of illness or natural causes.

Equipment and Clan Ring:

Ω The Bag of Winds, holding each of the four directional winds and able to blind a dragon through their power.
Ω The Klanth of Orlanth, a wooden baton with pieces of flint embedded in the edge, meant for slaying dragons.
Ω The Darkwind, a bag once wielded by trolls, allows Orlanth immense bursts of speed
Ω Humakt, God of Death and wielder of the sword called Death, able to kill even immortal beings. (Lawful Good)
Ω Ernalda, Goddess of Earth and wife to Orlanth, able to sow fields with nothing but her presence. (Neutral Good)
Ω Eurmal, God of Tricksters and forger of the sword called Death. (Chaotic Neutral)
Ω Elmal, Loyal Guardian, God of Horses and defenders, able to survive being ripped to pieces so long as he is defending something. (Lawful Neutral)
Ω Issaries and Lhankor Mhy, Gods of Trade and Knowledge. (Both Lawful Neutral)
Ω Chalana Arroy, Goddess of Magic and Healing.(Neutral Good)

Protagonist Points: 0

Threat Rating: 2

The Storm Tribe

Leader: Orlanth

Faction Name: The Storm Tribe

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Universe of Origin: Glorantha

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11:38 PM, December 1st
Berlin, Germany

Wilhelm roughly collapsed to the ground in a heap, unable to stand due to his broken leg, and also the fact that he was still unconscious. The pain of hitting the concrete finally awoke him with a start, and he laid on the ground, every breath painful due to his broken ribs.

"Thanks, doll," he said sarcastically, his words muffled due to the fact that his face was getting well acquainted with the ground. He looked at the number of German police officers and spat on the ground at their presence. "You've betrayed the cause that your forefathers fought and died for! You all disgust me, when the Reich returns, you will be the first victims!"

Wilhelm continued firing verbal abuse as one of the police officers finally approached him and hauled him to his feet. He stared intently at Karen. She fascinated him in a way he couldn't explain, this child had power above even his wildest dreams, and yet she refused to kill him, even after all he'd done. Either she believed in the same ideals as he, or she was truly naive, a form of naivete he'd never encountered, he was intrigued, moreso than afraid. He was too injured to read her mind, but somehow he could tell that as long as he was in her presence, he was safe.

He gave a short chuckle as he began to be hauled away.

"Don't forget me, girl, I certainly won't forget you," he said with a smile, no longer constrained by his mask. He meant that too, he would never forget the one little girl who foiled his plot, the plot which he had spent over fifty years on. The girl who halted the Reich's return, it almost sounded like something from a pulp magazine. "For an inferior, you're rather impressive, perhaps even impressive enough to be an honorary Aryan. But, I shall, no, I promise, that I will return. You barely broke a sweat fighting me before, I wish to see the power that you hide, and I wish to tame it!" He roared in fury, fighting against the police officers even with his heavy injuries.

"Karen Hernandez of Hub City! I will come for you! I will show no mercy! I will bury you!"

Finally Wilhelm was wrestled into submission, but even as he was hauled away, he gave one last look at Karen, a mixture between a smirk and a determined look set upon his face.

The Reich can wait, she's more important.

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10:38
North Central Street; The Wedge

Wilhelm lazily strutted down the burning street, waiting for someone, anyone to come out to face him, this part of the city was his, no question, and if all went well the rest soon would be the same. He should have left already, no-one here was left to oppose him, he should have gone to aid with the gunfight with SWAT, but he had desired to meet one of the vigilantes that those in the city were so fond of speaking about, they were trusted more than the police here, killing them would horrifically damage the spirit of anyone living in Hub City.

It seemed as if these stalwart defenders were too afraid to face him, like most everyone else. Suddenly, he was proven wrong by the intrusion of a woman's voice, following the sudden crack of thunder and a flash of lightning. Wilhelm stared with a scowl, hidden behind his mask. His companions raised their weapons immediately and pointed them at the woman, one of the vigilantes, clearly. Wilhelm found himself growing excited, this would truly break the spirits of anyone who still dared defy him.

"I am a scion, a remnant," he responded to her words with a sunny and pleased demeanor transmitted through his words. "What, do you not find the flames beautiful? I lit them just for you," he stated as he gestured to the burning buildings around him.

"I doubt anyone would miss these buildings, clearly you wouldn't," he said, giving the first hint that he had begun to read her mind.

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Karen didn't quite grasp the meaning behind his last words, but they greatly unnerved her. Had she given any outward indication that she viewed The Wedge in an unfavorable light? Well, it didn't matter. He had crossed a major line when he burned her town and hurt the people living in it. It was bad enough when they did it to themselves, she wasn't about to let some asshole from whereverthefuck get away with it.

Her gaze briefly shifted to the men surrounding him; there were six in total, all heavily armed. Much more so than the thugs she had been dealing with up till now. None of them were a threat to her, still, but they would need to be dealt with nonetheless...but only after she took care of their boss.

"You're the one that's about to get lit up, asshole!" Karen finally replied, crouching. Sam had warned her about this guy's weird powers, so she might just have to use a coat-tearing amount of strength this time.

Launching herself forward at about six hundred miles per hour, she dove into Mr. Scion with a subsonic tackle, blasting aside anyone else in her path.

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Even despite his increased brain power, Wilhelm could barely find the reaction time to make a single thought, and he was sent flying backwards at great speed, but just as suddenly as he had been tossed, he stopped midair, an incredibly sudden stop that in all honesty should have killed him, but he held his organs and bones together in order to prevent them from snapping or being turned to liquid. The blow was hard enough to completely shatter his ribs, he could tell that at the very least, he'd have to focus a portion of his brain power on holding them together now, just grand.

Wilhelm had to wonder just what the hell this woman was, he had to probe deeper into her mind, but her speed made that dangerous. Telepathically instructing his companions to open fire, he began probing. He felt his body shake in shock as he began to recieve her thoughts. She was a girl, not a woman, a child, and some... old man had given... what in the hell was going on?

Most terrifying of all, she seemed to be more powerful than anything he'd ever seen in his life. Wilhelm would have to test the limits of her abilities. Lowering himself to the ground slowly, he hid his pain and watched the... girl, with hands behind his back.

"Ouch, that was a good hit, my little lady," he spoke with a condescending dance in his voice. "I do have one question for you."

He pointed a finger at her, slowly approaching.

"How's mommy?"

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Karen winced sharply when she felt his ribs crack. Even though she was still only using a tiny fraction of her speed, it had still proven too much and could have easily killed him. Fortunately, he seemed to have held it together in the end, but it was still a harsh lesson learned. Now she had to deal with his men, who were all training their weapons on her. Leaping out of the way before they could fire, she landed behind the first one and seized him by the back of his neck.

Lifting the man by both the rear collar and hem of his pants, she hurled him into another of the wackos with enough force to ensure they would be soundly taken out of the fight. Proceeding to deliver a solid palm strike to the face of her next target, she quickly moved on to slam the head of the fourth attacker into the pavement. Now only two remained, which she swiftly rectified by seizing one's rifle and belting the other upsside the head with it. Placing the now unarmed man in a sleeper hold, her eyes were pulled back to their leader when he began speaking.

Letting his final companion fall to the ground, she tilted her head when he asked how 'mommy' was. "Uh...did I knock something loose there?"

She would feel bad attacking him further if he was already out of his head.

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Wilhelm sputtered as the girl misunderstood his words. He wasn't that bad at speaking the English language was he? Perhaps he needed to be a bit more clear. Oh, and his men had been beaten quickly, what a shame, but now he didn't need to focus on controlling them, so he had more room to use his powers.

"I meant... er..." he sighed angrily. His intimidation factor had just been divided in fifteen by that misstep. Oh well, he supposed, he'd find a way to beat her eventually... even though even she didn't know her weakness and he had basically no way of finding out. In cases like these, mental warfare was a substitute for overwhelming force.

He calmed himself and focused his thoughts.

"I was referring, to Julia, how long has it been? Four years? Around there, or at least that's what I think. It makes me wonder, did she think of you as the blood drained from her body? Or did she think of how she should have never had you, she should have simply lived her own life, moved away, perhaps then she still would have been alive. In some way... it's your fault she died," he stated coldly. "And I'm sure daddy Manuel enjoys having to work so hard just to keep you, a parasite, alive. How often do you think you've thanked him for that? Not enough clearly, for when he dies the same way as his wife, you'll think you hadn't said enough."

He began his verbal assault, focusing on the easiest target, the deceased parent. That always got a reaction.

"And the old man? The one who thought you a worthy successor? He made a mistake, you're a pathetic child in over her head, you may think you're invincible, but you're wrong, Karen, you're just as mortal as your mother," he finished with a shrug. "But what do I know? Easy to answer, you said it yourself, 'Alone we can't make a lasting difference', and you are very clearly alone."

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Karen blinked in a mixture of confusion and shock when he mentioned the name of her mother, and then proceeded to talk about her death. Struck silent by his inexplicable knowledge of her past, she felt her blood starting to boil when he started speaking of her mom's last moments, questioning if she had regretted having her in those final moments.

"You...you don't know anything about my mom..." she muttered, her rage barely suppressed.

He then started on about her father, calling her a parasite. Well, that was pretty funny considering that even a seventh grader knew parasites just exploited their hosts. While it was true that her dad worked hard, he was also completely unable to take care of himself at home without her...something she'd learned quite well these past four years. The only point he had was that she really should thank him more.

Still, his lack of understanding in her relationship with her dad had given her a chance to regain some composure. She didn't know how, but he knew who she was. Even more shockingly, he knew about Shazam, somehow!

"Wait..." Her eyes narrowed. "You move objects and you suddenly know about my past...you're a telepath?!"

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Wilhelm chuckled.

"More than a telepath, I am an Ubermensch, and your attempts to ignore the facts to convince me I was wrong about your father are humorous and inconsequential, perhaps I should have known better than to try to break a child mentally. Instead, I suppose I shall break you physically."

Truthfully Wilhelm wasn't so sure about that, again, not even the girl knew her weaknesses, though his ability to infiltrate her mind was a good sign. He had been taught to prepare for anything, and these teachings were the only reason he had yet to suffer a mental breakdown from the revelations that he recieved from this infiltration, hopefully these same teachings would prepare him for what came next.

Holding out a hand, his abilities took hold of the girl, rooting her in place.

"I will hit you until I find something that hurts you, no-one is invulnerable, especially if they come from an inferior race."

In the air around Wilhelm, a great number of glass shards gathered, then were suddenly shot forth, where they worthlessly shattered against the girl's body. He frowned under his mask. He again raised his hand, this time picking up a car, he tossed it, and watched, wide-eyed, as it collapsed against her, just as worthlessly as the glass. He sighed to prevent anger from seeping in, and closed with her, taking up fighting posture. He reeled back, and then smashed a telepathy-enhanced fist into her jaw, tossing her skyward. He frowned, realizing that this had set her free and done just as little damage as the car and glass, and now his fist was killing him.

Lifting himself into the sky after her, he attempted to strike with a rising knee to her jaw, hoping that she would prove unable to react to it, perhaps with more momentum behind him he could do more.

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"Eh?!" Karen gasped in reaction to something he had said, only to be doubly shocked when she felt an invisible force restrain her with a strength far greater than any human would be physically capable of. Before she could put much thought into trying to break free, she was bombarded with a hail of glass shards that completely tattered her red overcoat.

"Oh shit," Karen yelped, "Sam's going to kill--"

Her sentence was cut short by a car smashing its way through her. Or rather, she smashed her way through it, further damaging her overcoat and exposing her uniform beneath it. From the ripped torso of the coat, the thunderbolt - a metaphysical conduit to the Rock of Eternity, as Samantha had explained it - crackled with raw arcane power beneath the oscillating light of the surrounding fire.

There was just no way she was going to be able to fix this. She would have to get an entirely new overcoat now, though none besides this one had actually fit her in her mom's wardrobe. Her ruminations would be broken, however, when her opponent drove his fist into her jaw.

"Woah!" Karen exclaimed when she was sent flying back by a punch that would have probably splattered a normal human's skull instantly. It didn't hurt, though, and she no longer felt the weird pressure constraining her.

Watching him lift off the ground and soar towards her with an extended knee, she calmly extended a hand to stop him dead in his tracks, a minor sonic boom resulting from the impact. She hadn't quite mastered flying yet, but she could hover in the air well enough for something like this.

"Okay, chill bruh. I get it," Karen calmly eased his knee down. "I understand why you're so pissed at everyone now. You Ubermen have to put up with a lot of crazy passengers, and it can be maddening...but seriously? Burning down The Wedge is so extra I don't even know where to begin!"

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Wilhelm grunted as his knee connected with the girl's hand, a crunching sound and immense pain showing that he had managed to snap something. Thankfully it was his femur and not his kneecap, and he quickly moved it back into place. What confused him more than ever, however, was the strange dialect the girl suddenly assumed, perhaps some form of patois? He was clueless, and it honestly annoyed him. He was far more intelligent than he'd ever been, and even now he was entirely clueless, though perhaps he was less intelligent than he liked to think, he had made quite a few mistakes in attempting to manipulate the girl, it was either that or lack of practice.

Floating back slightly and tilting his head in confusion, he stared as she spoke, some insipid statement about him being an "Uberman", which he assumed to be a mondegreen of "Ubermensch".

"...Was?" he responded in his native tongue, confused enough to be unable to think of the correct word in English for that moment in time.

Wilhelm brought his head back up and gave one last brainstorm. She was immune to all physical forms of damage he could try, and she was too naive to be mentally manipulated. The only solution was to drown her, like a sack of dumb puppies. Again he grabbed her with his telekinesis, struggling now due to stress and overexertion, as he did so a number of his brainwashed servants broke free and ran away from fighting, terrified for their lives.

"Enough of this nonsense, how about zis? I vill bring you to ze closest lake, and hold you under, until I'm finally through vith your insipid, foolish... existence!" he said, breathing heavily between words, his German accent becoming far more noticeable as he grew less and less stable.

Pulling both of them away from the city, he scanned the area for any lakes he could find. Finally, he found a small one not far from the city, and tossed her into it, utilizing all he had left to hold her under.

"Ertrinken! Drown! Sterben!" He yelled as he pushed her into the lakebed with a series of mental blows, cracking it under the force. Blood began to run from his nose, he was going to lose, he had to win this if he had any chance left! There was no running! He continued to attempt to convince himself that this was the only option as his hold on her grew weaker and weaker, until eventually it was to a point where she could probably break free.

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She offered him a chance to talk, but he didn't seem very interested in that. Instead, he once again seized her with that weird power - telekinesis she guessed? - and began dragging her through the air. He seemed to be able to fly in a straight line pretty well, which was something she still had a bit of trouble with, admittedly.

Flexing her fingers slightly, she felt fairly confident that she could break free if she really wanted to...but upon noting that they were flying away from the city, and given her own haphazard aeriel control, she felt it was best to just let him remove them from any nearby civilians.

Eventually, they arrived at a small lake on the outskirts of Hub City. She recalled that it was named Lake Dover, though she didn't know why. He then, to her actual surprise, proceeded to throw her into it. Gasping in a mouthful of water by instinct when she went under, she immediately barfed it back out in a sizeable bubble.

She...wasn't drowning. She wasn't breathing, either, but that didn't seem to have any negative impact on her.

"What? Don't I need to breathe?" She muttered to herself, her voice distorted by the water as more bubbles floated up. "Woah, Sam never told me that!"

But she didn't have time to be impressed with herself. She could feel him trying to keep her under, but she had had more than enough by this point. She'd given him more chances than he deserved to resolve this peacefully, thinking that somebody who went this far must have some sort of tragedy in their past that drove them to this point. After all, even thugs didn't try to burn the city down.

Forcing herself out of the lake despite his best efforts to stop her, the tattered remains of her red overcoat were ripped free by his telekinesis. She now hovered in the air before him, her white cloak billowing behind her in the wind as the living lightning crackled throughout her being. A being powered by six mythological Gods as he had likely learned.

Making a rough landing before him, Karen frowned and slowly approached the man who had done so much to damage her home. Her home that she had been working tirelessly for the past month to try and improve in any way she could, even restricted as she was. When she at last stood before him, she acted without hesitation, drawing back her arms.

"I'm sorry for teasing you earlier," she wrapped her arms around him. "I thought it might make you laugh. I don't know what made you go down such a dark road, but I can't let you hurt my city. When you wake up, I hope you reconsider what you've done."

She then tightened her grip slightly and leaned back to slam his head straight down into the ground in a piledriver.

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Wilhelm gasped as Karen freed herself from his control. He gasped even louder as she walked forwards and embraced him. He gasped the loudest when he was driven face-first into the ground. Somehow he managed to remain conscious, but as his psychic abilities failed him and the pain of his broken bones fully hit him, he wished he had just been knocked clean out.

In one last gesture of defiance, he attempted to force himself to his feet, but the pain was far too great, and he collapsed in a heap. Finally unable to take the pain and exhaustion any longer, he fell into unconsciousness.

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9:25 PM
December 1st
Abandoned Factory, Hub City

The smog of Hub City's meager industrial district carried over the wind as Wilhelm stood atop the abandoned factory, his base of operations. Gunfire could be heard echoing in the distance, a testament to the failures of democracy. The gathered group of German Restorationists behind him dead silent, as had been instructed, continuing to keep them under his control stressing on Wilhelm's mind.

Wilhelm closed his eyes a moment and took a deep breath. Just a little longer, that was all he needed, he had to keep going. Telepathically, he instructed the men on their roles. The police rarely ventured into The Wedge, so that's where he would begin. Meanwhile, he instructed a group to take hostages in the richer district in order to draw SWAT away, meanwhile, a heavy concentration of men would march on the Police Station. Once they had that, they'd surround SWAT and kill them to a man. He'd equipped his men well with the weapons he'd taken from compliant arms dealers, and some less compliant. They'd be less equipped than SWAT, but they had numbers on their side, and once they took the Police Station they'd have vehicles to allow them to move throughout the city easily.

Wilhelm himself would take The Wedge, near-singlehandedly. The vigilantes that he'd been informed of were just that, vigilantes, unsupported and in way over their heads. They'd fall, as would all of those in the way of Großdeutschland.

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10:28 PM
December 1st
The Wedge, Hub City

The plan had been a success so far. In under a half-hour the police station had been taken in a lightening attack that would make the Fuhrer proud. Currently SWAT was holding their ground, but Wilhelm doubted they could last much longer, his lookouts on the edge of town had yet to notice any army movement, but Wilhelm would be sure to retreat the instant they were spotted. Hopefully they wouldn't arrive until the city was under his control. No American army would beseige their own civilians, so it would be an all-out assault from the moment the officer makes the command. With his mind in charge of defending against the assault, it was unlikely to be a successful one.

Wilhelm took in the smell of burning as he and his men walked down the city street, cars littering the road between the flaming buildings. One of these such cars had a word on the side. "UBER", all capital letters. Wilhelm felt himself grow into a fiery rage.

"Uber? Wo ist der Umlaut? Und alle der Buchstabe sind kapitalisiert? In der deutschen Sprache werden Substantive immer groß geschrieben!" he roared furiously as he tossed the car through the air, smashing it through the wall of a nearby building. He hated when Americans or other such inferiors stole the German language for their own use, especially if it was misused.

He calmed after a few seconds frothing in a furor. It was fine, The Wedge was as good as his anyway, he'd lit a few fires to draw out anyone who thought themselves strong enough to stop him, and all that came were a few hoods who thought themselves better than they were. He had yet to see any of the reported vigilantes, they were all too terrified to face him, he presumed, no matter, they'd all die anyway. All of them would pay for what they did to the Fuhrer.

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Hope Springs, West Virginia
December 1st, 2019

Harris

The last month had been far more interesting than Harris could have anticipated, he and Shawn had grown far closer than he thought they would. It wasn't as if they had shared much, but Harris had grown to trust him, and he enjoyed his company far more than that of the trees.

Harris looked over Hope Springs, snow resting on the roofs and still falling, blanketing the landscape. The formerly all-encompassing sound of wildlife had gone silent, except for a singular bird every hour or so. Harris had found himself unable to avoid becoming covered, a fate Shawn did not share due to the impromptu shelter Harris had constructed from the ground up. Harris found himself unable to care about the snow, it didn't affect him anymore.

Harris turned back to Shawn.

"So, you're the boss, where should we go today?" he asked with a small smirk.

The Wanderer

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"You know, for a genius, it probably wasn't your smartest move putting me in charge."

He said sarcastically, a smirk finding it's way onto his face, although masked by the significantly larger beard. He had learned a lot about the man he now considered to be his closest friend, and was happy that Harris was willing to put up with him and his affinity for opiates, going as far as to provide him with Papaver Somniferum, allowing him to have near unlimited access to fresh opium latex. Shawn had also used some of his woodworking skills to carve himself a pipe suited to using opium in.

"I think it may be time for us to move on friend."

He stated, lifting a cigarette to his mouth and lighting it. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of the transparant cord connecting himself to Harris, and felt a feeling of warmth spread throughout his body. Having had over a month to discover what it was, he had learned that Harris wasn't the only gifted being amongst them. After a lot of trial and error, he had found that he was able to make both people and animals fond of him. Incredibly so, it was more than once that he had come back to their home looking like a fantasy princess, with dozens of animals behind him. Through his training, he had learned that it's effect were not permanet, and would fade away if he put a distance of about 30 yards between himself and his "target." However despite this, the link between himself and Harris had never disappeared, even after Shawn had traveled over two miles to test it.

Shawn had grown restless in the past week or so, his innate urge to stay on the move had become overwhelming, even with his bond with Harris. He knew that he had to start moving again, but he also knew that he couldn't leave Harris, even without his fear of withdrawals, it would destroy him to be absent from his friend's side.

Harris

---

Harris chuckled in response to Shawn's jape, primed and ready to respond in an equally snarky way, only to hesitate when Shawn continued. His face shifted from a smile to a confused frown. He turned towards Shawn as he lit a cigarette, looking into his face in an attempt to discern more meaning from the statement. He had no clue what was meant by his statement, and his mind kept telling him to assume the worst, that Shawn was suggesting they split up and move on. Despite only knowing each-other for a short time, Harris couldn't help but feel his stomach drop in fear and anxiety at the thought of being forced to part ways with the man, he felt a strong connection, far stronger than even that which he had shared with his family, and the thought of losing that was almost too much.

"Please don't tell me that means what I think it means," he pleaded in a combination of sadness and stern anger. "I... we've been through so much, even in such a short time, I can't help but feel like this is it, I'll never get to interact with a person ever again."

He looked at Shawn, feeling angry yes, but mostly terrified.

"I was alone for so long, Shawn, it was soul crushing. I didn't dare approach anyone because of what I'd become, and I can't help but feel like you'll be the last person to approach me," his voice became less and less monotonous, dancing between octaves as his emotions ran wild.

Maybe he was just over-reacting, maybe he didn't mean that, but what else could he mean? Harris barred his teeth and squeezed his fists, letting out a wooden cracking sound as his fingers pushed against his palms.

"If you want to leave, I can go too, I don't need to stay, I'm the whole planet's defender, not just this one forest!" Harris desperately bargained, not even allowing a chance for Shawn to respond. "Just... I'm sorry," he sighed.

"I was alone, Shawn, truly alone. I won't force you to stay with me if you don't want to, but I promise that I won't ever forget what you've done for me," Harris said sadly. He hung his head and turned away, closing his eyes and waiting for Shawn to leave.

The Wanderer

---

Shawn stood still in near absolute horror, unable to even grasp what had just happened. Unable to think, he instead followed his insticts, and moved quickly to Harris, and stood in front of him. Shawn then wrapped his arms around him and hugged him, tightly, burying his scruffy face into Harris's neck, hiding the tears that were beggining to fall from his eyes.

"N-No, no, how could you think I'd ever leave you, how could I leave you."
Shawn continued to hold on to Harris, squeezing him tighter, and continuing.
"Don't you dare ever think that'd I'd want to be somewhere that isn't by your side Harris. You are the greatest person I've ever met, and the closest thing to actual family I've ever had."
Shawn's eyes continued to pour like a broken faucet, and even though he was sure harris would feel Shawn's tears on his bare chest, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. Shawn could feel the pain of Harris eminating throughout his entire body, and could only manage to hug him tighter.
"I promise you Harris, we'll never be alone again until the day we die."

Harris

---

Harris was glad he he had been turned away from Shawn when the man came to embrace him, for the cascade of emotions that were brought upon him were enough to bring a tear or two to his eyes. He listened silently as Shawn continued to pull him into an ever tighter bear-hug. Harris failed to notice how Shawn's strength seemed unnatural, instead focusing on attempting to keep his emotions in check.

"I don't know what to say... I feel the same, I promise that I'll never stop being here for you," he stated with determination on his breath. He allowed a few minutes to pass so that they could both calm down before he found himself and began to think.

"Then you mean to say we should move. I see ennui's struck you," he said, his normal taciturn method of speaking returning once more. "I cannot say I feel the same, but I would follow you to the edge of the Earth should it prove necessary."

Harris looked over Hope Springs one last time, he'd miss it while he was gone; nothing had the ambiance of a small town, but he wouldn't abandon his friend just because he didn't want to give up the ambiance, what kind of person would he be then?

"Where do you mean to take us? I'm originally from Maine, but I've always loved travelling, in fact that's what got me into this mess," he admitted, chuckling. He was much more confident about himself, Shawn was to thank for that, but he still missed what he had lost somehow, despite his new form being better in every way than a human body. He sighed and smiled at Shawn, wordlessly confirming that everything was going to be fine despite the little hiccup.

The Wanderer

---

Hearing Harris' voice's returning to it's normal, comforting tone brought a wave of relief onto Shawn, and he stepped back, wiping his eyes quickly. He smilled softly after a few moments had passed, and things had calmed down. He found himself feeling incredible solace in knowing that Harris planned to stay with him too, even without Shawn forcing kinship.
"Not ennui, but Wanderlust,"
He said with a soft chuckle, before continuing.
"Sadly, while my heart demands me to wander, it doesn't give me a location, just a direction. Now, it's calling me East. Perhaps we could stay in Kentucky or Illinois for a few weeks? I definitely think you're able to handle some more intense security duty, thanks to yours truly."
He said chuckling again, winking as he promoted himself shamelessly. He hadn't been in Illinois since his mother had passed away, which forced him to move to Georgia to stay with his Grandparents, who had been neglectful to say the least.
"Perhaps we could stay in the Shawnee or Hoosier forest, seems right up your alley Or well, cave I guess?" He said with a wide smirk, playfully teasing Harris.

Harris

---

Harris sighed in an exaggerated fashion in response to Shawn's teasing. That did sound like a fun little excursion though, he would like to see something other than forest however, he heard Hub City was at its most peaceful around Christmas time, though he'd never have thought to visit had he not become... immortal, as far as he could tell. Of course, Shawn didn't share that, but Harris had been told multiple times by the plants that Shawn wasn't normal, so maybe he could handle himself. The fact that he literally talked to trees had proven to be quite a bit of ammunition for Shawn when Harris had revealed it.

"I've been in a forest for half of a year, I'd like to see something different, honestly. If you're such a security expert, than perhaps you wouldn't mind us going to the Hub," he jabbed at Shawn. "I've heard it's less dangerous this time of year. Not that that's saying much, people do live there, so it's not as if it is an instant death zone."

He wondered why he felt so set on going to Hub City, maybe it was the fact that he had always been told not to, that which is forbidden tastes all the sweeter for it. He believed that was a quote from the Bible, he was wrong probably, he wasn't religious, very few scientists were. It wasn't as if he'd taken time out of his day to think about the wonders Hub City hid, it was just one of the places he'd hoped to visit one day, perhaps just to see if all the rumors were true.

It was liberating to realize that all those dangerous places he was too afraid to go to before were open to him now that he was whatever he was. Perhaps he'd finally be able to find that wonder bacteria he was looking for in the Everglades. It was always a possibility.

The Wanderer

---

Shawn raised an eyebrow in slight suprise at Harris's suggestion to go to Hub city, he then smiled widely. Shawn knew how insecure Harris was about his form, and it bought him genuine joy that he was becoming comfortable enough to seek out an area with a significant population. It reminded him that their friendship was mutually benficial, and not as one sided as he thought on the occasion that his insecurities set in.
"Well then I'd be more than happy to go to Hub city, I haven't been there before, but are you sure you'll be comfortable there?"
He asked, wanting to make sure that Harris didn't suggest it for his own sake. Ironically, despite his power he wasn't particularly fond of the vast majority of humanity.

Harris

---

Harris nodded.

"I'm ready for this, Shawn. About time I stopped hiding," he responded simply, examining his hand as he used to back when he had first met Shawn. "I'm not afraid of who I am."

He turned to begin walking, but stopped in his tracks as a realization crossed his mind.

"Shawn, have you ever flown before?" he asked without a hint of sarcasm or joking in his voice. "I only ask because..." A pair of wings suddenly shot out of his back.

"I've got a ticket to fly."

The Wanderer

---

Shawn smiled so widely that it could be seen through his beard, and stepped forward.
"I've been waiting for you to ask me that since the day we met."

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~8:17 PM
Wilderness outside Hope Springs, West Virginia
November 4th, 2019

Harris sadly shook his head as the man's refusal to leave, yes the forest seemed hardy, but humans are good at ruining such things, a single dropped object could have ramifications for the entire ecosystem. If this man refused to leave, he'd be forced to.

"I care not about your life, I care not about your opinions, all I care about is this forest, and your insistence in remaining has made it ever so clear that you lack this care," he stated firmly, clenching his fists and letting out a soft cracking like that of a falling tree. "Leave now, or you shall face nature's wrath!"

He roared intimidatingly, and the forest began to shake, the very ground shuddered as the trees began to twist and move of their own accord. A pair of wings spontaneously appeared from Harris' back, and with a single flap he took to the air, staring down at the hiker.

"This is your last chance," he called down. "Comply or be forced to!"

A ring of trees sprung up around the hiker's position, with one gap behind him to allow him to leave should he choose to. Harris really didn't wish to do this, but if he had no choice, he would do whatever was necessary to protect the forest.

Send him out

Show no mercy

He's dangerous

Whispers shot through Harris' head, those of nature itself, demanding he either kill or neutralize the man, he had no choice but to listen, no matter how much he wished he could solve this peacefully.

12 AM
November 30th
Industrial District; Hub City

A soft yellow light rested over the old factory as it lightly creaked in the night wind. The gathered men sat quietly as the masked man took to the front of the room, draped in a black cloak and emblazoned with images of eagles and swastikas. He slowly raised his arms at his sides, drawing a low hum from the mouths of those in the rafters, hiding above, rested upon metal beams and plying their trade, the songs of the German people. When the cloaked man's hands reached vertical positions above his head, the singer's voices reached an intense crescendo, echoing through the almost empty building and leaving many in the audience in a state of blissful confusion.

Finally the cloaked man lowered his arms and the singing stopped, all of the lights turning off as their voices had.

"Long ago we were strong. A people united in common love for our ideals, we to bring an end to the age of empires, an end of the inferior beings that still brought scorn upon humanity. Then our guide was slain, brutally murdered by what these Americans called 'heroes'! We were brought down, turned weak. They turned us against a common foe to keep us weak, contained, but the spirit of Germania cannot be held in a cage, neither can that of its people! I am evidence of that, thought slain, I only grow stronger with time, as does my love for my country!" Wilhelm roared to the gathered crowd, who screeched and clapped in agreement. Holding tattooed hands to their hearts and smashing at their chests. The lights shot back on, revealing Wilhelm, hands folded behind his back, staring over the room in gratitude and glee.

Wilhelm was immensely pleased, everyone in the room shared his beliefs, his love for the Aryan people, and their hatred for those who usurped their freedom. Wilhelm had thought their spirit dead, but truly nothing could kill a love for the great Reich and what it stood for. The fuhrer had always said that killing him wouldn't kill the ideal, and he was right, his ideals lived on in his people's hearts.

"So, will you allow yourselves to be silenced by the capitalist hell we are forced to live in? Or will you act as your forebears would? Strong and uncompromising in your path, moving forwards no matter the challenge? I will not back down from any challenge, as long as at the end of it stands a chance at bringing back the paradise that our leader had wished for! No sadness, no pain, only love for what we are, what brought us there, and where we're going! National socialism isn't a political position, it's an ideal, one that we all stand for!

"I have been burned, shot, brutalized and tortured in the service of my country, and I would do it all again just for a chance to see that flag once again fly over my homeland! So grab your weapons, grab your guns, blades, bats, whatever is necessary, and wreak havoc on these lesser peoples! From this day forward, no man in Hub City is safe, no woman or child, we will slay as many as necessary to seize control and establish a new home for the Aryan people!

"And if the vigilante, Question I think he is called, if he dares stand in your way, beat him within an inch of his life and toss him at my feet! No fool stands in my way if he appreciates his life, teach them that. Teach them that never again shall the German people be weak, never again shall Aryans be dominated by a lesser race, and never again shall raise a country that may challenge the greatness of our new German Reich!"

Wilhelm clicked his heels and lead the people in one final salute, bellowing out one last word that shook the very building to its core.

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~8:16 PM
Wilderness outside Hope Springs, West Virginia
November 4th, 2019

---

The hiker stared in some strange combination of wonder and bewilderment as Harris introduced himself. Harris would have raised an eyebrow had he any. He noticed the hiker's pinprick pupils and hyperventilation from a quick scan, concluding that he was on some form of drug, though he wasn't a chemist, so he couldn't exactly identify which one.

"My thanks," he offered in response to the man calling him "Breathtaking", he'd never actually seen himself before today, it wasn't as if he had a mirror handy, but the poacher's truck gave him that chance. He wouldn't call himself breathtaking, in fact he'd consider himself hideous, a monster even. He still was far from accepting this new body, and he doubted he'd ever truly be pleased with it. This man however, did see beauty in him, not that his statement was unbiased, what with his altered state.

"I presume you're here to enjoy the sights, but I'd prefer it if you could leave as soon as possible, this forest is a fragile area, and your presence may damage it," he stated, trying to avoid making an overt threat. "Human presence is not necessary or wanted here. I hope you understand."
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8:15 PM
Wilderness outside Hope Springs, West Virginia
November 4th, 2019

---

A voice awoke Harris from his slumber, his eyes shooting open as he heard a call ring through the forest. He had to wonder why the person was here, perhaps a hiker.

Harris' eyes widened and his pupils contracted. He'd forgotten to handle the poacher. He was just laying there, pinned under a tree. Thankfully it hadn't been that long, he'd be alive, if a little shaken. Unfortunately, this hiker had spotted him, meaning that his cover was blown now more than ever.

Harris you idiot, why didn't you think to do that?

Harris had to confront the man, or else he'd just wake the poacher and only get one side of the story, the wrong side. He couldn't just reveal himself, but what choice did he have? He could scare him off with his abilities, but that would only bring a witch-hunt and make him out to be a bad guy, he wasn't a bad guy, at least he didn't try to be.

He placed his hand on the wood in front of him, and the tree opened slowly, the sound of wood snapping being let off as he walked out of the newly created doorway. A bearded man stood before him, examining the scene that Harris had created, the poacher lying there, thankfully not conscious, and his truck, which Harris remembered doing a lot of damage to.

Harris flexed his fingers as he took in the sunlight, enjoying the feeling of fullness it gave him, he tilted up his chin and allowed himself to be bathed in it. It was a good feeling for sure, but it was very distracting, he had to focus.

Tilting his head back down, Harris looked at the hiker with a neutral expression.

"Greetings," he stated simply, the first time he'd spoken to someone since his transformation, this person had a Dixie accent, not an Appalachian one, so he wasn't from the area, he wouldn't be able to convince many people of Harris' existence, considering he was an outsider. "I am the defender of this forest, the Vine Stalker."

That sounded good enough, he supposed, intimidating but still not altogether belligerent. Hopefully the man would be cowed into hysterics and flee, that would make it far easier for Harris to simply sneak back into the forest, hide for a few days when cryptid hunters eventually come searching, not that he'd need to, they never found anything.

He rose his arm, and trees grew beneath both the poacher and his car, lifting them skyward, the tree then tipped, passing it to another, which grew right next to it, it continued in this same way far into the distance, towards Hope Springs.

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10 AM
Wilderness outside Hope Springs, West Virginia
November 4th, 2019

A bird crying out in the distance awoke Harris from his slumber. The cool darkness that surrounded him drained him, he needed to have breakfast, or else he'd just fall back to sleep.

Outside of Harris' little coven, the forest rested peacefully, blissfully unaware of the protector amongst them. Suddenly a creaking and a snapping broke through the air, a tree began shaking in the wind, snapping and letting off leaves and bark as it did. The snapping grew louder, more frequent with every passing second, the tree shook ever faster.

Finally, it shattered like so much glass, debris flying across the landscape as the tree's southern half was ripped asunder. From within stepped out Harris. The sun was bright for so earl in the morning, at least he thought it was early, he didn't have a watch or anything. He stepped into the sun's warm embrace and felt his body grow satiated, devouring the sunlight andharvesting it to produce sugars, those which fueled him.

He had little planned for the day, it wasn't as if he had anything to look forward to. Lifting his right arm, he sharpened a finger and carved into the bark-like flesh of his arm.

"Day 127, I appreciate the freedom my new form has given me, but i have no reason to pursue anything, I feel complacent, perhaps a bit of experimentation would do me well"

[Hr]
12 PM

Experiment log 1: Hypothesis; considering the fact that I seem to be able to cause hyperactive growth in plant life, and my body appears to now be 100% plant based, it makes sense for me to be able to regrow limbs, hopefully I am correct, though considering the wounds I had received prior to becoming... this, it is doubtful i lack the ability.

Procedure: Step one: sever left arm at elbow. Step two: attempt to regrow arm.

Results: my arm was successfully regrown within moments, almost as if it hadn't been lost.

Experiment log 2: Hypothesis; my ability to regrow limbs and cause hyperactive growth in plant life suggests that I have control over other forms of life. My hallucinations suggested this is limited to plant life, but perhaps it is not.

Procedure: Step one: approach bear. Step two: attempt to control bear.

Results: this was a poor idea. I suffered horrible wounds and was forced to kill the bear when my attempts at control failed, my ability is henceforth limited to plant life.

Harris sighed. Two experiment and little learned that he didn't already know, and an innocent creature died due to it. He was always a failure, a fluke, his life was nothing but a series of mistakes up to this point. He gritted his teeth and stood. He might as well go look around, perhaps he could find something to distract himself with.

7 PM

Well that day was a waste.

Harris thumped down onto the ground, resting his head upon his fist. He had done nothing but bore himself and experiment fruitlessly. He tore off the plate from his arm and placed it within the tree with the others, the journal was all thst kept him from losing his mind. He could go into town, but he wasn't in the mood to sneak around. So he climbed back into the tree and resealed it, he fell asleep immediately afterwards.