The alarm went off like a bomb in the computer room. Suddenly they had more to worry about than what was going on outside- whatever was happening, they were in the most immediate danger. Alisa’s worries about Daphne mostly dissipated as her head snapped to the screaming, flashing red alarm in the corner of the room. If spy movies were right, things were about to get bad fast. “Oh, shit,” she whispered, devoid of any other response. Her mind flipped through the possibilities of what could’ve gone wrong. They must’ve made a mistake, somewhere, but she couldn’t figure it out.
While Mirage and Zatara started to make their escape route, Alisa rushed back to the computers, her eyes furiously flicking over information. When Talon asked his question, she furrowed her brow but continued reading. “No.” The answer was closer to I don’t know, but they had limited time for her to explain. “I’m an artificial intelligence, not a flash drive. And even if I could, I wouldn’t. Essentially…” She wracked her mind for a simple computer analogy, unsure that a more complex explanation would make sense. “If a flash drive plugs into a computer, the flash drive can install data… and so can the computer from the flash drive. I really don’t want Kobra inside my head.” Her words were rushed, a note of anxiety in them, but she hoped Talon got the message. Not a good idea. Abort! She had a distinct feeling that those computers had some sort of malicious safeguard, and she wasn’t made to be a particularly secure system.
“I do have a photographic memory, though, so just give me a few minutes and I’ll be able to recall and play back all the files here later.” Her fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard as pages upon pages of data ran past her laser-focused eyes. They were under a time crunch now, and she felt it. The bioweapon files would have to come first. Surely that was more important than the serum? If everything went right, she’d get everything.
Mission: On Cloud Nine Location: Castleburg Bullet N-Train Interacting: Pandora (@Zoey Boey), Dead Man (@Duoya)
Marcie took her seat across from Pandora and slouched into it. At least they were going to play a game and not sit here and small-talk for the next hour. She raised her hand in a small wave to Travis and sat forward, ready to receive cards. As a result of being raised among superheroes, Marcie had seen tons of weird shit. She didn’t really flinch when Pandora pulled the table out of thin air. Her power could’ve been a number of things- pocket dimensions, matter alteration… It didn’t matter much. Hopefully, she just wouldn’t use it to cheat.
Luckily for Marcie, she already knew how to play Blackjack. Her uncle had taught her years ago and it had stuck. Mostly because he had promptly beaten her and taken all her cake. One of the biggest injustices since the U.S.A.’s ban on Kinder Surprise eggs, honestly.
Marcie sat mutely as Pandora shuffled the cards and half-listened to Travis’s chatting. God how she loved being near chatty people. It meant she didn’t have to do nearly as much talking. His energy was suffocating, but fun. She liked him already. She liked him even more when he mentioned going to the aquarium. She sat up straighter. She had to wait a moment to jump in- such a dumb thing to have to do- but when she did, her words come out fast and rushed.
“Ooh ooh, did you see the whale shark exhibit I love that one did you know that whale sharks aren’t actually whales, they’re just sharks, it’s really confusing and I think that they should be called something else I mean they’re not whales, whales are really cool though, did you know that the blue whale is the largest animal ever on Earth, way bigger than even dinosaurs, that’s SO COOL right-”
Before Marcie could finish her incredibly long sentence, a sudden bang and an upheaval of the train below her threw her from her seat and right into the one in front of her. She moaned for a brief moment, having hit her head, but raised it within an instant. They were here.
It was time to fight, then. Travis was already running out the door and Pandora was sitting, complacent in her seat. Marcie stared curiously at her for a moment and then took off running after Travis. That woman was weird. And that came from her. The other guy seemed to be running at top speeds towards the back of the train. Smart. Marcie could see other heroes running towards the passengers to assist them. Also smart- but someone needed to defend the nuke. That would be them, she guessed.
She entered the room after him. Nine pirates had already propelled themselves through the small hole, and more were coming. Marcie could fix that. With a motion of her hands, water molecules crystallized, covering the hole in a thick, hard layer of ice. It also trapped the entire lower body and left hand of a pirate who had been climbing in in its grasps. His screams could be heard from inside. She reinforced the ice around his body and froze over some of his legs for good measure. That would make it harder to break if anything.
Just as she froze over the hole, several of the pirates not swarming Travis (was that Travis? It looked like a horrifying roach monster) turned and fired their sonic guns. She threw herself to the ground, but one managed to take out her leg and one her hand. Ow ow ow ow… Despite herself, she yelped. Motherfucker, that had hurt. But she couldn’t go down. Marcie fought through the pain on the ground and reached her good hand out to freeze the feet of four men in her line of sight to the ground.
"Travis! Take them down!" It was the loudest she had spoken since they had met
Hopefully, that would do something. A thought occurred to her. Would their sonic weapons freeze? She might as well try. From her place struggling off of the ground with goons still coming at her, she tried to freeze the guts of one.
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Alisa clambered down the vent behind the others while trying her hardest not to make any more loud sounds. Lucky for her, Kassy had deafened the sound of the ripping vent- but she couldn’t rely on anyone else to fix stuff for her. Maybe she did need a swiss knife hand. Certainly something to consider. Awesome. More time in the lab. It was thought sarcastically, but schematics and plans and equations started to run through her head. A technological mind never stopped running.
She jumped down from the vent after Zatara and followed the rest of them into the room once they had neutralized the guards. She didn’t watch, but she did see the bodies as she walked in. A pained look flashed across her face before vanishing.
Along with Mirage, Alisa started to flip through the files on the computer and desk, although at a much faster pace. Lines of data and words flickered past her eyes, searing themselves into her hard-drive. If they needed her to, she'd easily be able to recall this later or bring it up on her memory drive.
There was disturbing information on this hard drive. Very disturbing. And Talon was just willing to leave it all behind? Alisa pursed her lips, conflicted. They had gotten the information they came for, but were they heroes if they left it? She knew they should at least comply with the mission directives a little bit, but there had to be something they could do. Her urge to contradict overpowered her. She wasn’t built to follow orders.
“Destroying the Kobra venom would be a big mistake, but… there has to be something we can do to make it a bit harder for them. Like disabling the firing systems for that bioweapon. It’s not as covert, but it's something we can do...” she trailed off, expecting a snappish response from their team leader.
His exclamation about Daphne made her eyes widen. Her comms weren’t connected to the network, so she had no idea what was going on. “What?! What’s wrong with Nymph? Are they under attack? Is something wrong?”
Alisa squatted down next to the vent, considering her problem with a drawn face. How do you remove a vent quietly? She certainly didn’t have a screwdriver on her (just one more reason she needed a swiss-knife hand), and Talon had almost exclusively been referring to her brute strength so far. That implied he wanted her to rip it off. Unfortunately, the rending of metal was the opposite of quiet, which left her in a conundrum.
“I don’t have a screwdriver,” she whispered. “I’ll try, but this is not going to be quiet.”
She set her hands on the vent and thought about the best way to go about this. Tearing it off brute-force style would be too loud but would take the least time. She could try jiggling it? Alisa started to jiggle the vent around on its screws, trying to weaken it. It took a minute, but she eventually got it loosened. Then, with crossed fingers and a grimace, she ripped it off its hinges.
It still made a distinctly not-quiet rending noise as it was ripped off the roof, but less than it would’ve been. She quietly set down the vent on the roof and grimaced. Hopefully no one had heard that. “... Sorry," whispered Alisa, who then gestured to the vent for Kassy to step in. She then headed to the back of the group. Her position in the back had been inspired by her physical strength, whatever that meant. Talon was seeming to forget her lack of combat skills as well as her intelligence, which was a valuable asset. That irked her a tiny bit, but she would do what was asked of her.
Mission: On Cloud Nine Location: Castleburg Bullet N-Train Interacting: Pandora (@Zoey Boey), Dead Man (@Duoya)
Wasn’t this job supposed to be exciting?
Marcie paged through a book on her holo-reader as the train zoomed past the clustered, gleaming skyscrapers of Castleburg. So far, nothing had happened, which was just fine with her. Maybe nothing would happen, and she would get paid for sitting on a train reading her favorite book. Now that would be a good day. But, unfortunately, that was unlikely. She’d take the peace and quiet she could get. In fact, she had set herself up for getting the maximum time alone- she had taken the smallest passenger car and locked the door.
The girl hadn’t bothered with bringing her costume. Instead, a too-large blue zip-up hoodie, a pair of jeans, noise-cancelling headphones, and sneakers were her armor. Her dark-brown hair was messy and shoulder-length. She chewed on the string of her hoodie absent-mindedly as she read. It was her first mission without Rory - her sister - and her brain hadn't quite registered that fact. Much like someone might obsessively check a pocket, hoping for their missing phone to miraculously reappear, Marcie kept glancing over her shoulder towards where her absent sister should be sitting. They were both going to be just fine without each other; they had trained for this and were more than ready to be their own heroes. She knew that, but their bond provided a social safety blanket not unlike a phone might, and she found herself missing it just as acutely. Her sister had desperately wanted to go on the mission to Lighthouse Island today to talk to some delinquents, and Marcie’s aversion to meaningless socialization and cheer had far outweighed her desire to stick with her sister. Additionally, this mission had been full, so even Marcie’s begging wouldn’t get her sister to go with her. So here she was: alone in a train, waiting for sky pirates to jetpack down and try to kill her.
She slumped down in her seat and exited her holo-book. Maybe there was a cool movie she could watch again? She busied herself with scrolling through Netflix No, no, not that, ugh, maybe, that’s terrible, no, NO… Pirates of the Caribbean was old as rocks, but it would’ve been fitting. Maybe?
Thankfully, the agony of selecting a movie was interrupted by a voice over her ear-piece. Marcie sat up straight as she heard the voice of the Assistant Director. Storage room. Quieter, maybe? Unlikely. From what she knew of her mothers’ friends, heroes tended to be loud and ostentatious. Being in an enclosed room with her coworkers would suck. But she had to sigh and bear it. Marcie would go to the storage room, then.
She approached the door behind someone else- Trent, maybe? She was bad with names. Trent-or-something decided not to go in and turned around. Alright. Maybe he didn’t like smene inside. Then, she herself opened the door, and…
Chaos. Cloyingly sweet and sticky strawberry vape smoke wafted from the mouth of who she knew as Blitz, making her gag, and a pale boy was pointing a glowing sword at a pretty blonde woman. Marcie stood in the doorway with a deer-in-the-headlights look, staring at the scene. “Nope. I’m not doing this.”
Like “Trent”, she let the door close behind her and walked away. Any sort of smoke had always irritated her- cigarettes were the worst, although scented vapes blowing straight into your face were a close second. Additionally, she had zero desire to deal with inter-colleague fighting today.
Despite a desire to return to the peace and quiet of her train car, Marcie knew she should probably remain around her colleagues for any eventual fight. She walked for a bit until she found a train car with “Trent” and another woman. She could’ve sworn she had seen her earlier when they were getting on the train- definitely another hero. So, she opened the door.
“Hi.” Her eyes flitted from man to woman. “Europa. Or Marcie,” she mumbled. She stood in the doorway awkwardly. “Can I sit down?”
"Just because they look cool, that doesn't mean my fireworks can burn like hell!"
[ NAME ]
Elizabeth May Jackson
[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Spark Gal
[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
Beth, Firefly, Sparklers, Mayday
[ AGE ]
20
[ GENDER ]
Female
[ AFFILIATION ]
H.E.R.O. [Present]
Student of Kingsdale University [Present]
Barista at Starbunks [Former]
[ APPEARANCE ]
Beth stands 5'6 and likes to wear nothing but pink, glittery and feminine clothes that kinda look like she can be a singer of a teen pop group with her light blonde highlights of hers
Same goes to her hero outfit as well, with pink in her outfit supposed to represent fireworks while the black is the nightsky
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
+ OUTGOING + ADVENTUROUS + SMART
- INSECURE - BLUNT - LOUD
[ BIO ]
Elizabeth May Jackson was born and raise in a town in East Flank with a professor father and a artist mother, you know, normal things, normal life....Well, except for Beth.
Beth show signs of her powers at a very young age, they were first discovered when young Beth got so excited for her six birthday, her hands start shooting out fireworks from her hands and almost burn the house down (At least she got a Barbie doll...It was Malibu Barbie, she wanted a ballerina Barbie) Despite not being heroes themselves, Beth parents try to teach Beth to control her powers as the best as they can.
When middle school roll around, Beth grades show that she is a pretty smart kid, specially in her science class but just like any nerdy kid, she was often alone and didn't have many friends and only way to get some, is to change her looks and personality entirely. So Beth ditch her nerdy clothes, nerdy glasses and her nerdy mind and become a popular girl throughout middle school and high school!.....It wasn't fun as she thought up to be.
After Beth graduated, she got accepted to Kingsdale University and although she doesn't keep touch with her popular friends, she still feel pressured from society, so she keep still being a popular valley but she still join a chemistry class (girl loves science, what can she say?) In order to pay rent for her apartment, Beth decided to get a job and that job was....Starbunks!.....But after working there for five weeks with little pay, Beth realize that she has powers, she doesn't need to work at this dead end job! So she quit right on the spot and join HERO and it was the best decision of her life!
| MISCELLANEOUS |
Beth Sexuality is pansexual She has a pet cat name Mimi Beth has 1964 Ford Falcon, it use to belong to her father. She want a fancy car Although she goes wear contacts, Beth still has her glasses
[ RANKING ]
B+
[ POWERS ]
Pyrotechnic Projection aka Firework Powers
Like the powers suggest, Beth can create, shape and manipulate fireworks at will, causing some what a fire blast that cause to burn the target. Beth has to be very cautious on how much she use her powers, otherwise she’ll start overheating.
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ] ■ ■ ■ ■ □ □ □ □ □ □ (4/10)
[ AGILITY ] ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ □ □ □ □ (6/10)
[ INTELLIGENCE ] ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ □ (9/10)
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ] ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ □ □ □ (7/10)
[ LETHALITY ] ■ ■ ■ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ (3/10)
[ ENDURANCE ] ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ □ □ □ (7/10)
[ EFFICACY ] ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ □ □ □ □ (6/10)
[ SKILLS ]
Expert Chemistry Skills
[ EQUIPMENT ]
Phone Makeup Carkeys Sweets Chemistry and college books Notebook and pen Glasses Cold Waterbottles
I like the concept, but there needs to be more elaboration in the appearance section as well as the powers section. You say 'fireworks manipulation' but fireworks are manmade explosives. Does she carry around fireworks with her to manipulate, or is it more a power like Jubilee's in Marvel? You could add some concrete limitations and elaboration in the ability sections too. Additionally, you need to clean up the grammar in this sheet.
In truth I do need help deciding a ranking for him, so under that category I made note of what I am initially thinking of giving him. I finished this app rather late at night so I also hope I got the general rating system right. ^^;
Regardless, if anything needs to be fixed or such just say the word and I'll do it! :D
Strain
"What do you want me to say for the people at home? ’Get Swole’ or something witty? Not my kind of thing, you know...u-usually."
[ NAME ] Lucian B. Hawthorne
[ HERO IDENTITY ] Strain
[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
“Luci” (only his little sister and mom get to use this one)
“Luce” (a casual nickname his old childhood friends in Brookside called him)
[ AGE ] 19
[ GENDER ] Male
[ AFFILIATION ]
H.E.R.O.
[ APPEARANCE ]
A younger man with a tall, athletically-muscular build and a conventionally attractive set of looks. Nothing that would draw a crowd, but not the sort of looks that would make him blend fully into one either. His muscular build is something he has worked out from years of training, exercise, and frankly work at it, and his usual casual attire of short-sleeves and comfortable blue jeans tend to show some of it off somewhat. When he exercises, he tends to wear shorts and short-sleeves for that no matter the time of year...which is a bad habit in the winter according to his mother (but not according to his stepfather). He has short-cut blonde hair and a pair of soft, ocean-blue eyes that seem to have a depth to them in a sense.
-Casual Lucian-
-Hero Outfit Style/Appearance-
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
[ D I S C I P L I N E D ]
Lucian can generally keep his head in the game and maintains a sense of self-discipline in general due to the influence of his stepfather and likewise his own desire to have such. He will work his hardest at a task until he can’t, is reliable to get a job done even if it is hard if he’s agreed to it, and seeks to keep his cool as best he can. His sense of self-discipline is mostly applied out in the field, dire situations, and when training or in a briefing, and in these areas he gets rather serious at that. Though if his anger comes through or is evoked, it can shake him right out of his usually more self-controlled state.
[ K I N D ]
Lucian can be a kind soul at heart, the type who empathizes with others and wants to help if he can at least. Whether it is getting a kitten from a tree or assisting someone having a troubled day, Lucian is usually the type who will help if he can and is allowed to. Yet by the same vote this can naturally lead to him getting angry (see the “Irritable” trait below) about something if it
[ I R R I T A B L E ]
At the end of the day or some point he usually needs his own time to “recharge” and cool down mentally and emotionally, lest he gets even more irritable if he hasn’t had some time to relax or “breathe” (as he puts it) in some fashion. Likewise he gets rather defensive about questions of his parentage at that (a rather sore matter for him), and negative comments about his family members can elicit a quick anger. Frankly find the things that make him tick, or simply seek to stoke his anger, and one can just get him fuming.
[ D E D I C A T E D ]
To those he cares about most, Lucian is someone who will drop anything to help them at a moment’s notice...usually without thinking about it either to be frank. Whether it be a girlfriend, family member, or other who has come among his nearest and dearest, that is one way to gain both his support as well as get at him if one seeks to bring him down.
[ BIO ]
Lucian was born the third of four children, with his two older siblings being half-siblings by his mother’s first husband before he died in a car crash. Without ways to support her family, and no extended family on either side to turn to, Lucian’s mother tried to work odd jobs but was left tied up by all the effort it took to keep living in a middle-class home. In the end she ended up moving into a cheaper area of town, and as she worked at supporting her and her two children at the time she met another man: Lucian’s father. From the sounds of what little Lucian knows, the romance was a whirlwind and heartfelt and his father had powers himself. Yet all he’s ever been told is that his father just disappeared one day...never to return again four months after Lucian was born into the world. After that his mother was more of a mess, and in trying to cope with this got pregnant and gave birth to Lucian’s little sister. But all the same Lucian did his best to help her from a young age.
Growing up in a neighborhood in Brookside, Lucian did manage to get into his fair share of trouble. It was mostly trying to assist his sister, who herself has a milder level of Autistic Spectrum Disorder and non-functioning legs that keep her in a wheelchair, who was easy prey for some other kids in the neighborhood. A few times Lucian was stabbed or frankly beat another kid unconscious, and as he grew up the boy proved to have an anger within him. Angry at those who jeered at his family. Angry at his inability to get an answer about his parentage. Even so his mother tried to temper him, and the presence of his little sister or getting him to cook something was the most effective at cooling his head when he’d “go off”. Ultimately his mother did do some things to help neighbors as well, and in return Lucian’s family became one with the locals right around them after some years. In this vein things got a bit easier at least, and he did get some pointers on how to navigate the streets in turn. His mother also pushed him to get public education and maintain it, which was at least the minimum she was able to get him to do properly beyond having him helping at home.
Yet when Lucian was about 11 years old, his mother finally remarried to a retired officer and former US Marine. A highly decorated and accomplished one at that. The two met at the store his mother worked at, and this led to talking. Talking led to laughing. This led to dating. One can get the picture from there. It was enough to pull Lucian and his family into a distinctly better part of the city, Passenger Island, due to his stepfather’s income and current line of work for the government. It was a kind of better life his older siblings could at least remember, but that he himself and his little sister had never known. However, he did clash with his stepfather over and over at first, butting heads with his anger and the man’s cooler discipline. It all got to the point that the man decided to “train” young Lucian like a soldier to get a handle on him.
Thus began roughly 8 years of training with his stepfather in AMCMAP (Advanced Marine Corps Martial Arts Program), and ultimately his enrollment at the Academy for Junior Heroes. From here he’s trained and worked and learned and ultimately graduated to become a hero working for H.E.R.O. itself. However, with many questions about his life left unanswered, and myriad threats lurking in the dark, it will be up to the whims of time and Lucian’s own choices to see where he ends up.
| MISCELLANEOUS |
-One of his older siblings, as well as his little sister, both possess powers. His little sister is enrolled at the Academy for Junior Heroes as well, wanting to become a hero herself in some capacity, but has some years to go if she’s going to become good hero material.
-The only thing he's overheard his mother say otherwise about his birth father is something about "Depths". Whatever that means.
[ RANKING ] (B+ or A I am thinking)
[ POWERS ]
Density Alternation. The user can alter the density of themselves and other things/etc around them. They can alter their own density to be so little they become intangible and able to fly, alter their density to the point they become invisible, they can alter the density of an object to make it incredibly tough yet heavy, they can alter the density of intangible things to make them tangible, alter the density of someone's body to make them stronger and more durable, and so forth. A power with a wide variety of applications basically, ranging from bringing down a flying enemy to making a target's non-muscular tissues so dense they are weighed down and can't move.
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Lucian has no strength-related powers, but he has pushed himself through martial arts and exercise to achieve a very physically fit and strong/agile build. Can alter the density of things to pick up even stuff he shouldn’t be able to, but that doesn’t change his strength. He can, however, alter the density of himself..which includes his muscle tissues...for temporary super strength. Still is very much human.
[ AGILITY ]
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Lucian has trained and practiced and exercised alike to achieve a higher but still-human level of agility.
[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Lucian is generally well-educated and considered to have above-average intelligence.
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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When you can create craters and collapse things through altering their density, destructive potential is something that naturally comes with Lucian’s power.
[ LETHALITY ]
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Not an inherently lethal power at base, but it can be used in lethal manners if the user gets creative. Things like increasing the density of the target’s head or spine or limbs specifically, crushing them underneath density altered objects, and so forth are the sort of options one can take in this regard.
[ ENDURANCE ]
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Lucian has no passive superhuman endurance-related powers himself, but he can use his power to make himself more durable or alternately intangible in effect. This adds to his endurance in battle and out of it when he uses his power to this end at least.
[ EFFICACY ]
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Lucian can only affect (and adjust the effects of his power on) four individual targets at a time, including himself or part of himself as one of these four if he so wishes, and can fine-tune and adjust the effects of his power on said targets as well. As he usually always keeps himself included among these “four targets'', he generally is limited to 3 other individual targets unless he ceases to target himself (albeit this could include “a single whole building” as a target). Removing one of the individual targets from effects of his power frees it instantly as well, returning it to its normal density/state.
Likewise, when he makes himself intangible, electricity can still affect him and actually hurts him more than normal in that state. So toss up an electrified fence and he can’t pass through it when trying to be intangible. That being said, when going intangible he can’t interact with other things either save to move through them. Using his power also places a general strain on him, like he’s lifting heavy weights or running a marathon, so excessive enough use of his powers can frankly drain him to exhaustion and beyond that to the point of self-injury if he continues to push himself. This is mitigated to some extent by his normal fit and strong physique, but since he doesn’t have a superhuman physique at base he still can only do so much.
[ SKILLS ]
-AMCMAP (Advanced Marine Corps Martial Arts Program): The product of having a step-father who was a celebrated soldier and then ultimately officer within the Marines, and who helped innovate an improved martial arts program for the military. The same man who drilled this all into him to “instill a sense of discipline” over the last 7 years, but basically went overboard by some accounts by training a kid in military-grade martial arts. At the same time, however, Lucian has kept up this training alongside his own regimen of exercise.
-Cooking and Sewing: Something his mother taught him since childhood, mostly skills that were needed in his first decade of life but became personal hobbies since. In the former he has a passion for tasty food, leading to his geeking out if talking about the subject of cooking, whilst in regards to the latter he is at least generally solid and competent with his skills in the area of sewing.
[ EQUIPMENT ]
-Knife: The only thing left behind by his birth father, a well-built bowie knife with the semi-faded but hard-etched initials “A.B.T.” engraved into the handle by some means. Passed on to him by his mother, who had kept it hidden away for years but ultimately gave it to him as a gift once he joined HERO.
-Wallet
-Phone
Accepted! I think he should be A Tier.
FORGE
"Heroes were a failed endeavour. It’s time to make way for the future."
[ NAME ]
Richard Hoss
[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Forge
[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
Rich
[ AGE ]
36
[ GENDER ]
Male
[ AFFILIATION ]
Villain/Vigilante; formerly a member of HERO
[ APPEARANCE ]
At 6’ 4” and 260lbs, combined with his broad shoulders and muscular build, Richard is an imposing individual; his height and his size, which includes a wide, barrel chest, thick arms and legs and large hands, give him a presence and physicality that is hard to ignore. His skin is a tanned bronze in colour, marred in places by the occasional pale scar, which complement his reddish brown hair and brown eyes.
Richard keeps his hair short on the sides but longer on top, letting the locks of hair fall as they may; his facial hair he pays more attention to, keeping his goatee neatly trimmed and in order. His face is as broad as the rest of his body, with a square face, broad nose and a strong, angular chin.
When it comes to his wardrobe Richard dressed plainly, but smartly, keeping to solid black or slate grey clothing. He will wear slacks or jeans, dress shirts or a sweater, depending on the occasion and the weather. Under his clothing he wears a bodysuit that covers his upper body and his lower half down to mid-thigh, black in colour; it is made of the same heat resistant and sturdy material that his old hero costume was made out of, capable of surviving him using his power without compromising his dignity.
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
JADED
Richard wanted to change the world at one point. In a way he still does, but the hopeful and optimistic dream he once had as a young boy first donning a costume died a long time ago, snuffed out by repeated failures and the realisation that the world was not the way he thought it was. Richard is a cynical individual with little faith or trust left to put in people; he expects them to act in their own self-interest, nothing more, and treats them as such.
DRIVEN
The drive Richard had as a hero still exists; he has not given up on his goals, merely changed them. He never was the type to give up or turn away from a problem and he was never the type to let others keep him from doing what he felt needed to be done. In the past this meant fighting against villains or criminals, or standing up to the injustices he saw; now it’s the heroes who are standing in his way.
COMPOSED
Richard is not the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, nor is he the type to let them dictate his actions. That is not to say that he doesn’t act based on his emotions at times, but instead that he is able to keep a level head even when under duress.
[ BIO ]
Richard comes from a family of heroes; he is third generation, with both his father and grandfather being heroes before him, and it was never really a question whether or not he would follow in their footsteps; not for them and not for him. His grandfather, Michael Hoss, became a hero in the 80’s during an era when heroes were just starting to reach the peak of their fame, with many becoming celebrities and household names in their own right. He operated in Texas, his home state, first as an independent hero and later on joining the hero company TEXAS. Although his grandfather, who went by the name Ironside, never managed to reach that level of notoriety himself his attitude and beliefs towards costumed heroes were shaped by his experiences in this time period; Michael held an idealised view of heroes, tinted by rose coloured glasses and later by nostalgia, believing that they were good and righteous people. Not that they should be good and righteous, but they that were be default just for being heroes.
Michael Hoss was a good man; too good, in a sense. Because he was a good man he couldn’t conceive of a hero who didn’t meet his ideal of what a hero should be and this blinded him to their faults. When his eldest son was born and began to display powers, he passed on his beliefs to him and began to train him as a hero; what he didn’t do was teach him how to be a good man. Because heroes were good by default he didn’t have to and so Richard’s father, Nathan, felt that he didn’t have to do anything to be good either; he just was. After spending a few years working at TEXAS with his father, under the name Thermal, he moved to Castleburg and signed up with HERO instead; a few years after that, he met his wife.
Nathan Hoss is not an evil man, he wasn’t even a particularly bad one; mostly he was just selfish, a little conceited and utterly lacking in self-awareness. When Richard was born and began to display his powers Nathan passed onto him the same beliefs that his father taught him, despite them being out-dated before he was even born. For a while, like his father, he even believed in those values; he believed in heroes, in his father, in HERO. That they were more. That they were better. That they were special. Once he turned eighteen he joined up with HERO himself, looking to continue his family’s legacy but unsure if a normal person like himself would ever be able to match up, and found that reality was not quite as he had been taught to believe. The heroes he met, the ones he worked alongside were… less than expected; arrogant and egotistical, petty, vain, overly concerned with their own fame and popularity, reckless and unapologetic about their mistakes. Even costly ones. They were, well, human; they were not the paragons that he had heard his father and grandfather talk about. Even his own father wasn’t immune; he just was blind to the man’s faults before seeing him in action.
Once he came to this realisation Richard began to question why people were okay with letting heroes act the way they did; if there was nothing separating heroes from regular people other than their power, if they were as flawed and imperfect as everyone else, then why were the hero companies allowed to act with as much freedom as they did? There were no qualifications to become a hero, he knew that for a fact since he was one; anyone walking in off of the street could become a hero, so why were they as respected and trusted as they were? His previous fear, that a normal person like himself could not match up to the lofty goal of becoming as good as the other heroes became the fear that they weren’t any better than him. And when some heroes held as much power as they did, power to ruin an entire city single-handedly, wasn’t that a terrifying thought?
Richard spent the next several years trying to become the best hero he could be; rather than be defeated by the shattering of his worldview, he sought to fix it instead, thinking that if he could become the kind of hero that he originally wanted to be and even inspire others to do the same, then things would be okay. Along the way he encountered a disappointing level of resistance and criticisms from those around him; most didn’t see any problem with the way they did things so long as the villains were caught and the disasters prevented, others were more blatant about the fact they just didn’t care, while a few even accused him of trying to upstage them and make other heroes look bad with his “crusade”. After five years of this he gave up and Richard quit HERO, instead deciding to become an independent hero and vigilante while also publically advocating for changes to laws regarding hero companies and heroes themselves. This approach didn’t make him many friends among the hero community, but he never had many of those to begin with.
When the e-Police were first introduced and heroes began to decline in popularity, he understood why. It seemed that the general public was finally starting to catch on to the idea that heroes were more trouble than they were worth. Why wouldn’t the public put more trust in a robot, than the heroes who were a constant source of collateral damage because “it was necessary”? Heroes who were nothing more than flawed individuals with too much power and not enough culpability. Heroes who were no better trained, sometimes even less trained, than the police but given far more leeway. The robots weren’t perfect, of course, and likely never would be; there would always be threats that required a person with powers to intervene, but if the heroes were starting to experience a decline then it meant people were starting to realise that occasionally needing a “hero” didn’t mean having to put up with the hero companies or the hero culture. If the heroes couldn’t recover from this set back and restore public opinion, then didn’t that mean it was fair that they were replaced?
Richard hopes that the current situation will be enough for the heroes to change their ways or for the hero companies to disband entirely, but he is not hopeful. If things are going to change then he will need to lend proceedings a helping hand and put the final nail in the coffin of the heroes.
| MISCELLANEOUS |
During his time as a hero working for, well, HERO, Richard always hid or chose not to use certain aspects of his power due to it being too dangerous or destructive to bystanders or the surroundings. This has made it easier for the company to disavow the fact that he used to work for them before becoming a villain by highlighting the fact that he has since started using abilities that he had never shown as a hero before, stating that he has either undergone some change or was hiding information about himself and was always planning to betray them. This is further help but the fact that his relation to his father and grandfather were also kept a secret while he was a hero, at his own request.
[ RANKING ]
A
[ POWERS ]
Molten Metal Generation
Richard Hoss has a power which appears straight forward at first, but is surprisingly multi-faceted in reality. He has strength and durability beyond that of a normal human, which by himself would make him an effective hero or villain, but in addition to this he is able to produce molten metal from his body at will; the substance he produces is atomically identical to high-grade steel and its temperature is high enough to remain fluid. Richard does not have any direct control over the movement of this metal, aside from his ability to keep producing more of it, but it will remain heated so long as he is in contact with it and so long as he will it; it will cool naturally should it leave contact with him.
He is also able to instantly cool any of the metal that is in contact with him, solidifying and hardening it into solid steel at a moment’s notice. He uses this defensively, to quickly coat himself in a layer of armour to protect against attacks or offensively to harder a part of his body for an attack. However, even when solid he still does not have any direct control over the shape of the metal and his body will be sealed inside the hardened shell, unable to move. That being said, he is not trapped forever as Richard is able to remove the metal from his body by shattering and propelling it away from his body like a burst of shrapnel.
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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7/10 – Richard physical strength is greatly enhanced, being able to easily lift several tons of mass with his bare hands.
[ AGILITY ]
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4/10 – Richard has no enhanced ability to speak of, but his strength allows him to move faster than a normal person by using great, leaping bounds to cover ground quickly.
[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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5/10 – Though many assume that he is a dumb brute due to his power or his way of fighting, Richard is a surprisingly well educated individual. He is no genius, but he is intelligent and well spoken.
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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7/10 – His strength combined with the molten metal he leaves in his wake and the explosive shrapnel he produces mean that Richard has a great capacity for destruction whether he wants to or not. This was a limitation for him as a hero and made it so he needed to hold back or limit himself when fighting, but since leaving that path he is no longer fettered so.
[ LETHALITY ]
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8/10 – With destruction comes lethality. The carnage he can cause to his surroundings can also be visited on his opponents and the hazardous nature of his powers mean even bystanders are not safe when he is fighting his hardest.
[ ENDURANCE ]
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8/10 – Richard’s body is hardy even without activating his full powers, but when coated in molten metal or a layer of solid armour he becomes even harder to hurt.
[ EFFICACY ]
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7/10 – Though straightforward, Richard’s power is surprisingly complex. Even so, he has had years to practice using it and in a way the fact that he used to hold himself in check as a hero has made him even more proficient than he would have been otherwise.
[ SKILLS ]
Kickboxing/Wrestling – Rather than just rely on his size and power to win fights, Richard has spent several years learning to fight both on his feet and on the ground in order to be able to deal with a variety of opponents.
Public Speaking – A side-effect of being someone in the public eye first as a hero then as a grass-roots activist, Richard is confident and capable of addressing large audiences while getting his point across.
[ EQUIPMENT ]
N/A
Accepted!
Lyssa
"The fuck are you lookin’ at?"
[ NAME ]
Mallory Doyle
[ VILLAIN IDENTITY ]
Lyssa, but she’s never told anyone this. To the rest of the world she is an unnamed villain.
[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
Mal
[ AGE ]
22
[ GENDER ]
Female
[ AFFILIATION ]
Confetti’s villain team.
[ APPEARANCE ]
Mallory is tall and made of ropey muscle, standing at a staggering six feet, four inches. A tall girl, to say the least. Her clothes are pretty ratty, and her long black hair is untrimmed and ratty in places. If she cared, she would probably clean-up rather nicely.
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
Mallory Doyle has an explosive outburst disorder. Her temper is something utterly beyond her control, and what would merely annoy other people can send her into an irrationally violent rage.
When she isn’t freaking the hell out, or getting angered, Mallory is a grounded person. She certainly knows she has a problem, but she doesn’t feel like she has adequate resources or the means to “fix” herself. She has a strong distrust of the government and is worried they might disappear her into the Depths. But not afraid enough to not mess with them, in fact she believes the forces that be could be knocked down a peg or too. But her intentions are almost entirely self-serving. She wants money in a power in a world where she has felt helpless her entire life.
Secretly, she often finds refuge in public libraries. Since everyone is forced to be quiet and shut up there, it’s a place where she feels safe. She also likes animals and won’t ever hurt one, especially dogs. Even police dogs.
[ BIO ]
Born to poor parents, her mother abandoned her at birth and left her with life-long loser, Timothy Doyle. An utterly inadequate man, crushed into a cog and then placed within the machine of society. He took part in creating his loser daughter. At least, that’s how Mallory views the situation. He tried to take good care of his daughter but he wasn’t up to the task. As Mallory grew up it became clear she wasn’t going to easily fit in. Her explosive temper kept her socially isolated. Her independent, bitter spirit rejected the people that would attempt to solve her problems by drugging her personality away entirely.
As she grew up, entirely friendless, she had poor grades. She got arrested and put into juvy a few times. She dropped out, one of many people to slip through the cracks. When her powers developed as a young teenager, she turned to petty crime. She tried to go straight, but she could never hold down a job. For a while she considered joining HERO but she knew they wouldn’t have her. Not a bad guy like her.
So she became a career criminal. She was content to be hired, metahuman muscle for the gangs and mafias that still control significant areas of Castleburg.
Her father came down with some kind of sickness she doesn’t understand. Whatever it is, it’s killing him slowly. This is what pushed her over the edge into full on supervillainy in order to acquire enough money to pay for his treatments, and also get enough cash in one big spree that she can retire forever. That’s why she joined up with Confetti.
| MISCELLANEOUS |
She likes beer. Maybe wine, sometimes.
[ RANKING ]
B+
[ POWERS ]
String Form
Mallory can turn her body into white string. The string is very durable, and can be thick like ropes or stretched into piano wire. She has a lot of string, as much as could be coiled and compressed within her tall form.
She can stretch and shrink her form, or contort it into various shapes and sizes. The string has a lot of power behind it as well as its durability. She can change only parts of her body into string, or the whole thing. Since the string is so strong and can be so malleable, she can often create extremely sharp appendages.
She is capable of splitting the string, but the more pieces she is split into, the more easy the string is to damage. Damage to the string is carried over to her more standard form.
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Mallory’s string has a lot of power behind it, capable of crushing, striking, or grappling with considerable power. This power is also available to her normal body. 7/10
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Mallory is very agile. She can fit through any gap that’s wider than a razor wire. She can jump, pull, swing, and fling herself around the place. Extremely maneuverable and precise. 9/10
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Undereducated, but makes up for it with street smarts. 2/10
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Capable of producing a decent amount of slashing and crushing damage. But overall, nothing particular massive in scale. 5/10
Not only is Mallory made out of tough stuff, she’s made out of compressible materials. Often she can just go with the flow. Even the impact of fired bullets will be reduced if she lets her body be loose. The bullets can pass right through her. If she goes the opposite route, they could bounce off. Over time she can be worn down, so she prefers to keep her exposure minimal. 7/10
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Not much can really prevent her from going into string mode. Infact, she’s always in string mode. It’s just sometimes her body looks normal. Even if she falls unconscious her body will remain in its last form. She can split herself into multiple pieces. These pieces will dissolve in time, and her body will regenerate more strings at about the same pace. 9/10
[ SKILLS ]
Street brawling. Knows the Dewey decimal system. She also has some contacts in the underworld from her time as a hired gun. Speaking of guns, she’s not a half-bad shot, though she’s by no means a markswoman.
[ EQUIPMENT ]
Machine-pistols, a pick-up truck. Various miscellaneous supplies for skulduggery.
Location: La Hoya, Argentina Interacting with: Squad A
Alisa set the plane down in the field with a gentle touch. Then, for the first time in eight hours, she took her hands off the steering wheel and sighed in relief. It had been a long, quiet plane ride. Most of the team had gone to sleep after an hour or so, and the ones who were still awake (namely the ones who didn’t need sleep) were either already quiet-natured or didn’t want to speak for fear of waking the others. So, for the android in the pilot’s seat, it had been a quiet plane ride full of staring out at landscapes below, talking aloud to the plane, and trying not to crash a multi-million-dollar jet.
Luckily, she had been successful in that. After patting the plane’s controls rather affectionately, Alisa rose from the pilot’s seat and stepped off the plane after the others.
“Jeez, it’s cold,” she remarked, more to herself than the others. Although she wore a dark blue puffer jacket, black boots and mittens, and gray ear muffs, she still felt the chill through her clothing. Her eyes widened as she saw the snow. Wow. Although she would never say it aloud for fear of embarrassment, this was her first time seeing the stuff. She bent down to run it through her fingers, curious. Funny to think that her first time seeing snow was also her first time on a superhero mission.
There would be a lot of firsts today. Aware of eyes on her, she straightened up and rubbed her hands together, clearing off the snow. She certainly didn’t need everybody else to think she was some idiot who had never seen snow before.
Alisa watched Talon as he said his bit, and nodded encouragingly. “We will. Promise.” She still wasn’t sure of him as a leader, but that didn’t mean she would completely disregard his orders. There had to be a reason they had chosen him.
She giggled with Daphne at Aleen’a’s comment, but let the other girl explain. Oh, Aleen’a was so hilarious! If only she was on Squad A instead of B this time around.
Daphne then walked into the woods with the comms. After hearing it, she sounded off. "Roger that, Nymph! Cybergirl's online. Over." Alisa then turned to Talon again. “Does that mean it’s time to go?”
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