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《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Fallout

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FALLOUT

"I'm like a walking nuclear bomb. And you wanna punch me?....Be my guest."

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[ NAME ]

Sebastian Monroe Adam

[ VILLAIN IDENTITY ]

Fallout

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Adam, Skull (usually by prison enforcers)

[ AGE ]

Well over 100 years old, but he sorta lost count. Probably about 130....?

[ GENDER ]

Male (though whether he possesses his...Equipment, is up for debate)

[ AFFILIATION ]

Part-time prisoner of The Depths, Full-Time pissed off man

[ APPEARANCE ]

Needless to say, his appearance is...Jarring. If you were to see underneath his Depths-patented 'protective suit', all you'd find is a skeleton, engulfed in the greenish aura present in the only visible section of his body, his skull. This is a side effect of his Power, to put it nicely. Otherwise, it should be noted that even without his suit (which adds about an extra 2 ft. on him), he stands at an impressive 6'2 ft.

Beyond his rather lacking physical appearance is, of course, the hulking suit designed by the geniuses behind The Depths. Clad in hazmat materials hybridized with heavy plating of titanium, this suit was made to subdue Sebastian's Power to the best of their ability...Yet, sadly, even this impressive make isn't foolproof. Trace elements of his Power still leak through, and if he exerts enough effort, he can still conduct his Power even through the suit. Ultimately, it's just the best handicap they can give the villain dubbed as Fallout...

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

APATHETIC:Sebastian's life has steadily gone down the drain, and while he's quite determined to keep living, it lost much of any real meaning to him long, long ago. He practically lives out of spite, knowing the next time he breaks out will be a shot at feeling the rush of life, if only for a short while. So, while he seemingly lacks the drive to be a potent villain, it's actually that lack of drive that makes him one, feeling unable to do much of anything else.

RELENTLESS:When Fallout has to fight, there'll be no holds barred; he doesn't care about civilians in the area, collateral damage that could ensue, and least of all about the lives of those stupid enough to try and fight with him. He might get a kick out of a tussle on rare occasion, but beyond that, combat to him only means two things; being free, or making a point.

ANTIPATHIC:Fallout has a strong hate, deep in his core, and it'll never go away. The world screwed him over from minute one, so he could care less about returning the favor. Is it petty of him? Yeah, certainly. But his other options are to die or stay locked up for eternity. He'll take pointless violence and freedom over those two any day. But, if his real freedom finally did come, he probably wouldn't honestly know what to do with it. So the point is, he doesn't take lives or destroy because he finds it particularly fun (though on occasion he does), but because for him, there's not much better he could do.

[ BIO ]

Sebastian Monroe's been living out a tragedy his whole life, and it started when he was born. Son of Scott and Diana Monroe, Bastion entered the world on January 10th, the day when the Treaty of Versailles took effect, bringing an end to The War to end all Wars...Or as it's better known now, World War I. It should've been a joyous day for his family, but it was not so.

The miracle of childbirth was not as glamorous as it ought to have been. Uniquely even among his fellow Powered individuals, Sebastian manifested his abilities on the day of his birth. As such, his ability; that being Nucleokinesis, the generation and manipulation of nuclear energy, began to act. Moments within him entering the world, the heat within the room swelled tremendously, followed near immediately by an explosion of energy from the mewling babe. Within a blink of an eye, the hospital in D.C. was wiped from the map, a smoking radioactive crater, with naught left but the skeletal remains of an infant.

Except....They weren't quite remains. Because they kept crying.

The government got to work quick. After all, news of an entire hospital being leveled on a random afternoon like any other spread like wildfire, though it was covered up quickly. With the help of some heat-resistant Superheroes, they were able to identify the cause of the incident as the baby boy who still sat crying in the craterized remains. There was no flesh left to be seen, only bone, and an offsetting green glow about them.

From that point on, the child became the equivalent of government property. It wasn't like anyone else could take care of the strange and volatile youngster, and truth be told, the government took plenty of interest in the exact nature of the boy's Power. It was unlike anything the world had ever seen; an unholy amount of destructive force that, if harnessed, could turn into something incredible. However, with the technology available to them in the early 1900s, merely containing the youth was more than they bargained for, much less studying his abilities.

Time passed. His living conditions had been....Acceptable. They were all he had known his whole life, so being a young man of about 25, he didn't have much to argue about. Most of his time was spent in frigid water, a shallow attempt to keep his temperature and energy from rising to dangerous degrees, or on occasion they'd take him out to Nevada as a 'testing grounds'. Needless to say, when World War II rolled in, and the Allies got desperate for a game changer, they looked to Sebastian...

At first, they simply tried to intensely study his Power and how to replicate its functions, but testing proved slow and unfruitful for some time. Then a new method came to mind; instead of simply recreating the sort of energy he produces, why not simply take the energy from him? Seemed great on paper, and the young Bastion was all for it...Until the first test of this nature was conducted. As it turned out, due to whatever he did to himself on his day of birth, he didn't just control this nuclear energy; he was the nuclear energy. Siphoning off him brought discomfort, and eventually even pain, to the point where he lashed out. For the time being, the tests for stripping him of his energy were postponed.

Hitting only dead ends, a desperate decision was made. On August 6th, 1945, the ultimate test of Sebastian's Metahuman abilities were put to the test. Unwittingly placed inside a bomb, he was flown across the seas to the land of the rising sun; Japan. There...He became one of the worst human-made catastrophes to ever occur.

Dropped to ground level, upon contact, having been left alone for months charging energy to near-bursting, he unleashed a hellish blast following his collision into the ground. While it caused him incredible pain and left him unconscious and in agony, what it did to everything around him was far worse. The implosion alone leveled over five miles of Hiroshima, killing 80,000 of its inhabitants in an instant. In the following aftermath, thousands more perished from the radiation left in his wake.

Once he regained consciousness, all new feelings that Sebastian was unacquainted with came to him in waves; fear, confusion, and most importantly...Rage. His countrymen, and the people he has lived under his whole life, used him as a means to an end. For days, the glowing skeleton that became an omen of death to the Japanese citizenry wandered the wasteland of his own creation, sickened by what had been done. Eventually, before Japanese heroes could end up finding him, American forces came to pick him up, and he obliged...For the time.

Having seen what they thought of him as, something to be studied and used to their means, Sebastian had plans of his own now. He played nice for the first few weeks back, regaining his strength and awaiting news of the warfront. However, the very day the surrender of Japan was given, August 15th, he made his move. Having never been anticipating an act of aggression from him, he broke his shallow containment with ease, slaughtering government agents and researchers alike without regret. If they could inflict something like this on a whole country without a second thought, then why should he spare them one?

Following this, the first incident involving the individual who now went by 'Fallout' occurred. As Sebastian broke containment and made his way into the closest city, it didn't go unnoticed. While the government was scrambling their best task force to recontain the walking bomb, Superheroes also got involved. He wasn't a fighter, and had never even thrown a punch before this, but as it turned out, Heroes were made of less stiff stuff than he had imagined.

With his nuclear-infused strength, even the mightiest of the caped crusaders who confronted Sebastian could even match him in raw strength, much less contend with it. Not to mention even getting close to the man spelt nigh-instant death.....A fact many Heroes that day learned all too well. It's likely this would have continued to escalate, with perhaps even Fallout managing to escape and travel across America in a reign of rampage, if not for a heroine by the name of Blizzard, whose powerful Cryokinetic abilities were enough to chill his core temperature down, to the point he went comatose; if only for long enough to be contained.

From that day on, Sebastian Monroe went from the government's lab rat to their greatest threat, holding a hatred that burned hotter than even he did. However, they had now gained the knowledge they needed to replicate his ability of nuclear power, and thus, he was not needed. Killing him, however, seemed quite out of the question. As such, he instead received a special place in a truly wicked Supermax prison in a place called Coldwater. There, his cell was designed, and its design has barely deviated over the years. With him as their newest guest of honor, Coldwater was able to implement the world's first ever nuclear generator....With him as the charger. With the generator bound to him, the constant drain of power was enough to keep him at bay, and if he ever made any moves, the cell was prepared with coolant sprays that, given his weakened condition, were potent enough to drop him into a brief comatose state. Beyond a daily meal, this was his life; stuck as a battery, with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. His mental stability gradually degraded from day after day of this insufferable treatment. Luckily for him, things took a turn eventually.

Around 1993, something changed. Maybe it was just that after years of successful containment things got a bit lax, but whatever the case, an opportunity presented itself; for reasons he didn't know, and truthfully, didn't care about, the coolant system was dysfunctional for a day. Their mistake. When the guard came to give him his daily meal, what he got was a face-full of nuclear energy, turning him into an ashen statue of himself almost instantaneously. After that, well, let's just say Coldwater wasn't prepared for a pissed off nuclear warhead to barrel through all the prison walls and out into glorious sunlight.

....This was new. He knew he'd been transported to a high-security prison, but Fallout wasn't prepared for how different the world could look after 40 years shut off from it. However, he didn't get to take that moment in for long; the Supes were coming. And he was rather stunned to find out that, after years of being stuck in maximum containment....They hadn't improved all too much. Just like all the way back in '45, heroes were dropping like flies, unprepared for a foe of this magnitude, only compounded by the fact that his breakout also lead to the freedom of several other high-profile villains. But, as it turns out, they were a touch more prepared than last time...

In case of the return of the mysterious (at least to the Hero associations) supervillain Fallout, they began a program that ensured that if the time came, an individual with extraordinarily potent Cryokinetic capacity would be on the scene. While Fallout managed to wreak horrific havoc, he was yet again stopped by the newest Cryokinetic hero on the block. After that, he was returned to Coldwater, and unbeknownst to him, plans to design a far more imposing Super-Prison were in the works.

From that moment on, efforts to contain Fallout were as strict as possible. Not a day went by without a chamber inspection, ensuring proper working of the coolants and no abnormalities of the generator. This lasted until 2035, nearly 50 years after his initial breakout. Yet again, they were in for a wake-up-call...

Realizing that his lucky fluke from so long ago was not going to occur again, Fallout hatched a new plan. When the time was right, after having spent years acting as orderly as possible in order to conserve energy by not having the coolant used on him, he struck; with a surge of energy, he overheated the nuclear generator, causing a security breach the likes of which Coldwater had never seen....Nor would ever see again. However, in the resulting explosion of the generator, Sebastian was left unconscious for days at end while order was slowly, painfully wrangled back from the hands of hundreds of freed inmates. By the time he awoke again, he was in a cell. But...It was different somehow, even if he wasn't sure how.

Unbeknownst to him, he was placed into the newly made Supermax prison for villains and their ilk; The Depths. Where he's been kept to this day. So far, at least...

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Of course, with no way of Sebastian to know his parents, and nothing left of the hospital, that name is as good as dead, which is why he was given the name Adam by the government caretakers.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

S

[ POWERS ]

Fallout possesses the incredible and dangerous power of Nucleokinesis; the manipulation and generation of nuclear energy, one of the most powerful sources of energy known to man. Combine this with the fact that his body is mostly made of nuclear energy as well, and you've got a recipe for one of the most dangerous Supers in history.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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His 'body' might only effectively be a skeleton, but it is powered by nuclear energy. Combined with the heavy duty containment suit given to him, and his physical feats are off the charts. You can tell a situation's bad when the dude's Power isn't even really about Super Strength and he could still smash concrete as easily as someone snaps a pencil. 9/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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If it weren't for his containment suit, his mobility would actually be rather shocking, able to move freely without the weight of the suit bringing him down, and freely utilizing blasts of energy to propel himself. As is, though, it's still quite shocking. For a figure standing close to 10 ft. inside a titanium suit, he can move fast, consistently clocking running speeds of nearly 80 MPH, and if enough energy is spare, he can still force a blast out mid-movement for an insane increase in acceleration, though this tactic is difficult to use with the suit. 5/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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The guy was stuck with his own devices for most of his life, and only got a proper education around his teens. Needless to say, he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Granted, he isn't quite a complete dunce. Just....Mostly. 2/10.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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If there were ever a Power made for wholesale destruction, it's this. Not only can his blasts of nuclear energy vaporize just about anything it comes in contact with, it'll leave a helluva lotta radioactive energy behind, making whatever he hit unsafe to be around for...Say...A big ol' handful of years? Point is, he's just bad news to have anywhere. 10/10.

[ LETHALITY ]
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Imagine getting blasted point-blank by a palm's worth of nuclear energy. Yeah, not many can claim to be able to walk away from something like that. And truth be told, even if you do, the radiation poisoning could get you down the line. Hell, normal people get turnt into ash just by getting touched by the guy. Can't get much more lethal than that.... 10/10.
[ ENDURANCE ]
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Trust me, that suit doesn't make your life easy when it comes to laying the hurt on this SOB. It was made to resist him, so you can imagine how tough it is. Not to mention that he himself is incredibly resilient to most forms of harm, namely physical trauma and most energy-based assaults, like flame or electricity. His one glaring weakness, that being his body's inherent inability to fight off heavy cold, is what keeps this only at this rank. 7/10.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Under normal circumstances, his Power is highly efficient; it generates nuclear energy, which is then expended and quickly replenished, all with little to no outward energy sources necessary. However, when combat drags on, his stores of energy could begin to slowly be eroded away, in which case he could fall into a heavily weakened and lethargic state. In fact, if anything, his Power is too efficient. If left to his own devices and not expending his withheld energy, he could eventually be prone to a meltdown, and inevitably from that point, an implosion of catastrophic proportions.

[ SKILLS ]

Fallout doesn't possess much in the way of talents or hobbies, but on the rare occasion he got to break out and was left alone, he found out that good, cold, hard liquor felt damn good going down his nuclear core. So yeah, he likes to drink a bit.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

His only noteworthy piece of equipment is his most obvious one; his containment suit. While it is technically a penalty of sorts, holding him back, it helps to make him much more defensive, and punches backed by it hurt like a bitch due to how durable it is.

@Mintz

I'm not entirely sure if or when you'll get the chance to use him, but this is a great concept. Accepted!

Well...still here...somehow. For those reading, I maybe gone for a bit yet again though...got a storm coming in the east coast and I don't know if I'll lose power or not. But because of my job and the stress it's been building on me, I don't even know if I can make time for this now.

I apologize if I'm just going into a rant but I haven't been active either in here or in the discord. But at the same time, I need something to keep me creative. And doing this help over video games sometimes believe it or not ^_^.

Anyways, this might be my last attempt at making characters for this but here's my latest attempt. There's two now. Another attempt at Crimson Setsuka and the other, now veteran hero K Nine formely known as Alpha of Hero One. I don't know when I'll read a response to this so please be patient with me -__-'.

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Crimson Setsuka

Crimson Setsuka

"...I'm here to help, NOT replace..."

[ NAME ]

Unknown

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Crimson Setsuka

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Setsuka

[ AGE ]

Unknown

[ GENDER ]

Machine (Female Design)

[ AFFILIATION ]

Vigilante

[ APPEARANCE ]

Long blonde hair. Light colored skin and eyes with red pupils. Stands around 5'9" with an unconfirmed weight. More often than not, wearing a ninja garb of some colors. Usually Red if possible. She also has a garb can actually change color. Even her own apperance can be modified but that requires resources and preparation.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Although a machine and mostly quiet, it has surprisingly good people skills when not on mission or when necessary to talk to others. Always learning and being polite unless threatened. When threatened or on mission, usually talks in robotic terms unless around other team members.

[ BIO ]

At first glance, one would or perhaps COULD expect Crimson Setsuka to be a normal human female with the strengh, agility and grace of a normal human athlete or perhaps past normal human limits. So many would be shocked to learn that Setsuka is actually a machine with an advanced Artifical Intelligence or A.I. for short in her metal body.

There isn't a whole lot to say about Setsuka. Even her origin story is a bit shrouded. But she was actually first discovered by the two former vigilante's "Alien Angel" and "Firewall" from the "Infinite" group.

Even after the death of the Infinite leader "Red Tail" during the Zero Organization events, Alien Angel and Firewall had kept up the fight as much as they could before settling down for a bit one year after the fall of ZERO. Always helping. Always hunting. Even for their own identities. Even about the mysterious Leftover blood in their veins. Despite their vigilante status, they both had a good life over the course of 31 years or so.

But it was 6 months from the present of this story where things changed.

Firewall had gotten wind of a possible lab hidden in, of all places, some abandoned apartment building's basement in the Bronx. Fearing that yet another group of mad scientist types were at it again, both she and Alien Angel went to investigate the following night.

Fully expecting to find "failed" splicing experiments or even new man made Leftovers, they instead found what looked liked a human sized capsule. It was being guarded by one scientist and a handful of thugs. After some listening in due to Firewall using a tiny remote control car with a "bug" in it, both learned that they were waiting for a "buyer" to show. And that the scientist was surprised how much said buyer was paying for a "failed lab rat".

That was more than enough for them to step in.

After dealing with the group and leaving them tied up, both opened the capsule. Inside, what looked liked a blonde haired woman was sleeping in the nude.

Then, said woman opened her eyes, red pupils looking at it's two visitors.

"...system online...", it said.

One thing led to another from there and the robot soon joined the two. Firewall herself thought that development for such "advanced" robots were only just starting to go around at the time but she didn't think she even see one herself this soon. Even more so with how advanced it's A.I. was. The robot itself didn't seem to remember much of her origin either. No serial number or any identification. Even with her best efforts it seemed this robot was not in any system. It didn't help either that they couldn't question the scientist nor his thugs since back up was showing. Some of which were robots themselves.

After getting to safety, the robot they helped tried to communicate with them about itself.

"...I was deemed "defective"...because I didn't "quietly" follow orders...because I wanted to learn...about the "human condition"...so I was "thrown out"...but the scientist felt he could make money off of me...I'm sorry...I don't know which electronic or corporate company threw me out...nor can I remember my creator..."

Both Alien Angel and Firewall, in a way, also knew what that felt like in their own ways. So both took it upon themselves to show her the world out there or as much of it as they could. Even though both knew the dangers of showing a machine how to lead a "normal" life.

"...don't worry...you both saved me...even if you are vigilantes...I will stay with you...even if I must help you fight..."

After some time, the robot gave itself a name with help from it's two new friends.

And so begins a story of Crimson Setsuka...a robot learning to be human...and learning about her origin and it's reason for it's existance.

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While Setsuka understands that she was possibly designed to be a "killing machine", she understands self control and thus only goes lethal if it's a last resort or is given no choice against a Human, Meta, Leftover or even machine opponent. Mysteriously, she isn't so hesitant against her own kind if said robots have deviated from their "prime directives" or simply have malfunctioned.

The following is information on the two "vigilante" individuals who follow Crimson Setsuka. When you see Setsuka, usually one or both of them aren't too far behind.

Alien Angel

Alien Angel. Also goes by her normal human name "Terra" but those close to her also call her "Angelia". Photos above show her from 31 years ago but not even she knows her true age or certain other personal information despite her "supports" best efforts. Even now, she doesn't look like she's aged much. Stands 5'8" and looks rather slim, human or transformed.

A survivor of illegal lab experimentation of splicing Leftover DNA with her human DNA, Alien Angel gain her super powers through horrible means. Managing to escape then joining with a vigilante group called "Infinite", Alien Angel started her hero work under that infamous name. Those around New York from police to criminals knew of a "Pink Leftover" flying the night skies back in her early days.

Then, both her and other members of Infinite came to Castleburg, quietly supporting the other heroes. Even more so, the group that Alpha/K Nine himself once joined.

After some years, Alien Angel began trying to find out her personal history once things in Castleburg had finally settled down. Even today, she doesn't know what kind of Leftover DNA runs through her veins but has learned to control and develop it to the point where she's officially labled a "A" Tier vigilante. Though rumors say that said DNA came from a rare but extinct Leftover. Though technically wanted by the law, she actually gets "hired" for work by other offical hero groups.

With "Infinite" disbanded due to it's leader's heroic sacrifice many decades ago, Alien Angel still goes from city to city, doing her part. Then her "support" told her about some new trouble starting in Castleburg yet again...

Firewall

Firewall. Hey amigo. No peeking...well...if you managed to get this far to even read this, your either the smartest being on the planet or just so dumb that reality itself bends to your whims...heh. Or you have a smiliar super power to mine. Regardless, your not going to get much out of me...well...maybe a little.

Well where to start...well even I don't know much about myself. My mind got so screwed up from lord only knows what during my stay in one of those labs...you know the ones. Highly illegal experimentation...even with Leftover DNA...the same DNA that pumped me up on...yep. I'm one of those survivors.

After some time though, I felt it was just time to check out. Once I saw what my powers could do...well...let's just say I take "Hacking" to levels that don't apply to normal means. After some bouncing around, I wound up with the "Infinite" vigiantes. I ain't normally a people person...even more so after those "lab coats" screwed me up for so long...but peeps like Alien Angel were just...fun to be around.

Afterwards, we just did our parts off record...but oh man...that whole mess with the ZERO organization 31 years ago...I'll tell ya, anyone in Castleburg who's still alive today probably has their own stories to tell about what they were doing...when all that went down...even more so with our old boss "Red Tail"...

Wow. Actually getting emotional...but yeah, I stand as a "support" for Alien Angel now. We just go around helping when we can and have some fun when we have down time. Course, being "officially" wanted does damper the fun sometimes but hey, I know how to keep low profile...probably why so many governments wanted to classify me as a "S" Tier threat...what? That I can hack anything and perhaps see someone's dirty laundry or skeletons in said someone's closet? Psh...politics.

Well I've said enough. I'm no troublemaker but it just seems like everyone WANTS to label me as one...so to those of you that label me...well...your lucky I still have to protect you...so when another troublemaker causes you ACTUAL trouble...you better hope I'm close by to bail you out...cya =^_^=

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

A

[ POWERS ]

In terms of powers, Crimson Setsuka doesn't really have anything that could be considered one. Other than being a robot that is. It's her intelligence and speed that makes her top tier and her ability to make gadgets to make up for her lack of any powers. While this requires prep time, she's never without a weapon on her. She also has help from "Firewall" sometimes using her power to make a weapon or two.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
****------ 4/10
While she's stronger than your average human, her body didn't seemed designed for brute strength.

[ AGILITY ]
*********- 9/10
This, however, is where Setsuka is most dangerous. Supposedly, she's so quick that she can "Bullet Time" or move and/or react to sudden situations like bullets.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
********** 10/10
But if speed doesn't cut it, it's her smarts that also help. With her own "Wi Fi" ability, she can also gather info using the internet in the heat of combat. Plus, she's very perceptive. She also can study an opponent and attempt to anticipate her opponents next move.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
*****----- 5/10
Truth be told, this could vary. On her own, Setsuke could do some damage to property but lacks the physical strength to do anything major like knock over buildings. Gadgets, though, can change this but she avoids any unnecessary damage.

[ LETHALITY ]
********-- 8/10
By far, this is the biggest mystery despite the 8 rating. With her speed, intelligence and even "stealth" based tactic's when necessary, Setsuka could be just as dangerous as a ninja that she dresses up as with a possibility to be a 10/10 threat. However, her avoidance on lethal force and need for gadgets and weapons puts this at odds, perhaps dropping her to 4/10 at lowest when unarmed. Depends on who she's fighting against.

[ ENDURANCE ]
******---- 6/10
Don't let this rating fool you. Yes, as a robot, Setsuka does have a battery that makes her last alot longer than a normal person and perhaps some meta's but it still as a limit. Another part of her design, as noted by "Firewall" so far, is her need to enter "sleep mode" to recover her energy. While incredibly high, fatigue or power failure is still possible. Plus, her body can be damaged by a strong enough blow.

[ EFFICACY ]
********-- 8/10
While very helpful, Setsuka does have some "human limitations" and weaknesses that can be exploited. Specific meta powers and/or weapons/gadgets can cause her problems for example unless she surprises her opponent first with her other strengths. Setsuka does perform well in a team though because of those strengths and can even give sage advice if anyone were to ask for info.

[ SKILLS ]

"Wi Fi" Scan - As stated in the rankings, Setsuka always has access to the internet unless she's in a "dead zone" where not even she can get a clear signal. With this, she can also scan anyone and anything within line of sight to gain personal information on said target. Sometimes if that even means "hacking" certain sources to retrieve such data.

Analyzing Combat - Setsuka can also observe her opponent to try to anticipate their next move. Though unlike other robots, she doesn't "overrely on numbers". Sometimes, she makes her own personal guesses if the opponent is being unpredictable enough.

Vision Modes - Setsuka also has a variety of vision modes. From X-Ray to Infared and even Sonar and Radar.

Wall Climbing - Basically, Pakour skills but Setsuka can also use "molecular attraction" on its feet to literraly walk up walls if she wanted to. Similar to what comic book spider-man can do.

Cloaking Garb - Setsuaka's garb is actually an enhanced piece of clothing that Firewall "upgraded" using her powers. Not only can it change colors but it can make her invisible. It's not perfect though. Infared and other methods still make her detectable.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Anything it can invent or get her hands on or even things Firewall thinks she needs for a mission. Though she also carries a Katana.

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K Nine

K Nine

"I fight to make sure others don't have to. But sometimes, I have to trust those "others" to fight too."

[ NAME ]

Unknown

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

K Nine

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Alpha

[ AGE ]

53

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O. One (Retired), Part Time Law Enforcer

[ APPEARANCE ]

He's no longer the young boy from 31 years ago. Underneath the uniform above, he still has short orange hair and brown eyes but there is some white hair mixed with the orange hair. Stands 6'3" and still looks to be in tip top shape with tanned colored skin.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

K Nine has come a long way from his days of being mostly quiet. Though he knows when to be serious, he also knows when to relax and just be normal. Though past experiences over the decades of hero work sometimes creep into his persona, usually making him act like a strict father taking care of his children.

[ BIO ]

31 Years ago...

Much is classified of the government trained hero named Alpha or K Nine in law enforcement circles. Why a super such as him was placed in a government trained program over, say, Hero One, is also a mystery in itself. It's said, though, that Alpha had come from a normal mother and father but both had jobs with the military. The father being a soldier and the mother a medic.

But for those who dig a bit into it, they would discover these general details.

Back in the day, a drug cartel was starting to make it's rounds in some of the major cities. It's said that this cartel was smuggling some new stuff to supervillians and it was so bad that Alpha's father was helping lead a squad at the time and they had tracked a shipment of the stuff to an abandoned building somewhere in New York. His team raided the place and secured both the drugs as well as the criminals guarding it. But what they didn't know about was that said criminals were being led by a secret supervillian behind the scene's.

And said supervillian wasn't happy.

The supervillian soon got information about Alpha's dad which led him to his home...at the time the supervillian showed, a young Alpha was with a babysitter. And when the supervillian was about to send a deadly message at his expense...he awakened to his powers. It's said that Alpha had launched an explosive wave of energy from his own body that did little structural damage to the home but badly injured the babysitter.

But it killed the supervillian. Records aren't clear but it's rumored that Alpha was only six years old at the time of that event and it traumaized him for life.

Afterwards, it's said that Alpha's parents did their best to help their son recover using their military connections. Soon, it led to him being transfered to private schools while growing up. But as the parents feared, the incident took it's toll on him. Sure, he got excellent grades and still managed to advance in his education but it left him isolated. Anti-social. It seemed as if he was afraid of others but in truth, he was afraid of hurting others...or worse.

And that's how it pretty much went till his highschool years. It was then that Alpha had made a request to train using his powers. His parents did note the lack of feeling he had when he made that request but saw in his eyes that he couldn't keep living his life like this. So, during whatever free time during his four years there, he trained with an unidentified military trainer to help manage his educational studies along with his powers.

But then, things took a turn when Alpha was "recruited" to be apart of a new team of superheros after his senior year graduation. The US Government wanted to have their own team under their command in case of "extreme circumstances" as they put it. Of course, Alpha's parents protested but Alpha had willingly agreed. Of course, due to the lack of trust between between the government and hero groups like H.E.R.O. and I.C.O.S.A., such a team would most likely be flagged and disbanded. So the group was field tested in secret.

It started off simple enough. Alpha was always sent within US broders to various cities to assist "normal" law enforcers like police and SWAT with any problems they may have. But everything took a bad turn one day when he and his team were sent to resolve a hostage crisis. A bank robbery had gone bad and a group of four masked gunmen had managed to force their way into a subway station. One of the criminals had managed to start up a subway train and got it moving till it was somewhere in between two subways stops in some random dark tunnel. Since it was reported that the criminals themselves were non-superpowered but had an unknown number of hostages, Alpha and his team were sent in as "SWAT" operators to help resolve the matter. It went smoothly till one of the four managed to escape the train after the team had secured the train and the other three gunmen with all the hostages alive and not harmed, litterally running for it down the dark tunnel. Alpha responded first and pursued and, to his surprise, the gunmen revealed himself to be a low level supervillian that was later I.D.ed as "Third Rail". An electicity user, he litterally lived up to his name and fought Alpha by manipulating the electrial energy from the third track rail and firing them at Alpha. Thanks to his aura though, Alpha was able to resist the attacks and was able to defeat him. Unfortunately, local hero's had just managed to catch up to Alpha and had just witnessed the fight.

They immedately reported Alpha and his team. While I.C.O.S.A. immedately blew the whistle, they did appreciate the professional work they had done. They were, however, detained until further notice as punishment for accepting a position on a unauthorized superhero team. Even the US Government denied any involvement with the team and the case was immedately dismissed. After some time, the other team members were released but Alpha refused to leave.

"...I messed up again...", he simply said.

That's when Alpha was then released but sent to Castleburg. Apparently, Alpha was just accepted into the H.E.R.O. team by special recommendation from his parents. Perhaps understanding that it was to help him rather than punish him, Alpha accepted and joined Hero One.

To sum up the old story above, Alpha aka K Nine had a rough childhood growing up. Eventually, events would ultimately lead him to H.E.R.O. One through special recommendation from his military parents to join.

There, K Nine would eventually go through a series of events that would change him ever so slightly and be more open with people. Even making choices and decisions that would make him follow his gut and heart rather than the rules despite it being morally right but against the law.

Then came the series of battles and missions that involved a secret group of villains called the ZERO Organization. Then joining a group of surpringly good friends that put together their own team called "CREW". Meeting some of the members of the "Infinite" vigilantes.

Then, yet another sequence of events actually had him go up against Commander ZERO himself of all villains...it should have been the end of him all things considering at the time hadn't not been for then Infinite leader "Red Tail" giving his life to protect him.
It even showed him that despite being wanted criminals, even SOME vigilantes still believe in them and perhaps their own sense of justice.

After about a year in recovery from such events, K Nine got back on the horse. Personally asking both then Commander of Hero One Hugo Powers and Second Commander Chirstina Lavendar to help him personally develop his own powers, he then under went training under their wing. Eventually, K Nine developed to such a degree that he was officially recognized as an "A Tier" Hero.

Although K Nine never wanted to lead the organization, he still supported it over the decades of work he put in. More often, he helped to bridge the gap between hero organizations and law enforcement plus military. He wanted to show his respect to those that even if you don't have any powers, it shouldn't stop you from becoming a good hero. Seeing Lavandar perform was proof of it.

Despite a decision he made in the past to ignore police orders, officiers like Bulldog held K Nine in high regard. He said that, "That guy's the only hero that actually gives a damn about our needs. People who put on the uniform and badge actually feel safe around him but also know not to take advantage of it. It's still a dangerous line of work but he makes sure we do it right."

He has also gone to other cities to help other law enforcing organizations over the years but always made it a point to eventually come back to Castleburg. He owed so much to the city after all.

Then, one day, K Nine just quietly vanished without a trace. It's said that perhaps he finally decided to settle down. Truth be told, he did but still keeps in touch with the remaining members of his old "CREW" team who are still alive. He just felt that it was time to hang it up.

But then, he was contacted...sometimes "retirement" wasn't permanment...

| MISCELLANEOUS |

K Nine does keep in touch with members of his old group as stated. When ever he's in town, he pays them a visit if he can. He never tells anyone but he also picked up a hobby in gardening thanks to Pandora when he volenteers to help run her shop over the decades when he had down time.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

A

[ POWERS ]
In terms of powers, "Ki Control" was the term used for K Nine. Put simply, it allowed him to "weaponize" his own bodies energy like in cartoons and anime and use it in various ways.

As for his Ki based techniques, he has several but perfers to use the following:

Heal Factor - K Nine has saved many a life over the many years with this. Not just himself but he can also heal others while touching them provided that he has focus and energy to spare. He can't raise the dead with this power however so if someone is too far gone, he can't pull them back from the brink of death. While he can protect himself from diseases, he has trouble healing others from similar sickness unless it's "meta powered".

Enhanced Senses - K Nine can generally enhance his senses from sight, hearing, smell, etc.

"Power Up" - Basically, he can make himself slightly stronger across the board in terms of stats. Doing so for long periods of time does drain him however.

"Blue Bomb" Technique - A blue bomb is basically a specialized bomb that only harms organics and does little damage to inorganic. Basically, you won't topple any buildings unless it's super powerful but anything "living" either gets seriously hurt or dies. K Nine can actually "change" his energy so that it matches said bomb's power if he wants to hurt someone from within. Focusing his energy through his hands or feet like this can make him focus on internal injuries more than external. The very first time he used this was when he was six...that day when the supervillain invaded his house and he released it like an energy bomb itself...

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
*******-- 8/10 - Ki Control
*****----- 5/10 - Normal

[ AGILITY ]
********-- 8/10 - Ki Control
*****----- 5/10 - Normal

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
********-- 8/10

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
********-- 8/10 - Ki Control
****------ 4/10 - Normal

[ LETHALITY ]
********-- 8/10

[ ENDURANCE ]
********-- 8/10 - Ki Control
*****----- 5/10 - Normal

[ EFFICACY ]
********-- 8/10

[ SKILLS ]

Close Quarters Combat (CQC)
Firearms Training
Basic First Aid Understanding
Detective, SWAT and Military Training
Gardening

[ EQUIPMENT ]

K Nine is usually provided with equipment from other sources. Though he always has some sort of pistol and a shock baton on hand for self defense. He also now has a "steath coat" as shown in the above picture with a special design gas mask with several vision modes in the blue glowing eye areas. The stealth coat itself can make him invisible but can still be detected through other methods. Infared can work for example.

@DarkRecon

Hate to make you fix anything again, but both personality sections need a lot of work. It needs to be either in bullet points or more than a few sentences. Additionally, Crimson's tier should be at a B-, and Alpha's "blue bomb technique" just won't work.

@Hitman@canaryrose (and on the side @Rabidporcupine)

With Rabid's permission, and after having it looked over by them to ensure it is in-line with Grahm/Enkidu's lore and so forth, I present the calculating, the intelligent, and the young hero...Scarab!

Scarab

-Casual/No Costume (the link below)-

https://i.imgur.com/TglHMpH.jpg

Scarab

"Request acknowledged. Entering Combat. Commencing takedown of the targets with impunity."

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[ NAME ]

Dawn/(Birth Name Unknown)

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Scarab

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Delta

Subject 36

“Machine Delta” (not a pleasant nickname...she hates it, utterly loathes it by this point when way back she used to not mind it)

“The Savant” (her nickname during her time thus far since leaving the lab, mostly given for her great thirst for knowledge and learning about the world since then)

[ AGE ]

17

[ GENDER ]

Female

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O.

[ APPEARANCE ]

Outside of her hero attire, Dawn is someone whose appearance in part speaks of the kind of odd, lab-experimented-on life she lived with her siblings prior to this point. Unnatural ruby-red eyes, pale skin, and her deathly white/greyish hair are all natural to her appearance, all being side effects of years of being a labrat and the results of the work done to her. Even so, these peculiar features of hers have been said by some in the regular, mundane world to have a ‘certain mystique’ to them in turn. To her siblings, though, these features of hers might as well be among the normal. However, her odd features and humble but high-stamina body have inadvertently left some others thinking or assuming she is ‘frailer’ somehow.

Her body is lean but not unfit or undernourished looking, with her having undergone training at the lab to build her endurance and stamina up quite a good bit and continuing to keep that up even now, though she does not look like a massive mass of muscle either to be frank. Likewise, don’t expect to see her express much when it comes to being on or off of the battlefield, as her face dons its usual and rather well-kept expressionless stoicism seemingly no matter what. Otherwise she simply looks like a relatively ‘normal’ seventeen year old girl.

In terms of clothing, she seems to prefer to use what she has deemed ‘comfortable’ attire. Skirts and comfortable shorts feature heavily in her choices, thigh-high socks are a standard, and T-shirts commonly feature as well. In fall and winter the skirts usually say, but get longer, and shirts as well as any blouses she might wear in this sort of weather become longer-sleeved.

When it comes to her attire in the field, however, her style abruptly shifts into: A heavy, long-sleeved, insulated, zip-up trench coat with kevlar woven into it and select ‘pieces’ of kevlar woven into the inside lining for better protection and balance out the weight. An all-weather advanced gas mask with attached ‘headphones’ for comms and filtering out or honing in on specific sounds. A pair of ong dark pants able to withstand wilderness journeys in rough terrain. A pair of tall black boots with steel toes and no-slip traction on the bottom, paired with socks meant for comfort for long treks such as long distance hiking.

Beyond this, her hero attire underneath this all is...actually rather light for her torso, allowing her to generate/produce insects easily so they can emerge from the many open points on her attire otherwise. Her attire is breathable/ventilated enough, even the mask oddly enough (she never complains about it at least), to not get overheated in the field. If that ever did become an issue, casting a piece of this attire aside would make her lighter, albeit more vulnerable, and able to handle it.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Intelligent

Calculating

Diligent

Loyal

Calm

Stoic

Curious

Emotionally Maladjusted

[ BIO ]

Subject 36, later dubbed ‘Delta’, was fourth of the seven children considered ‘successful’ subjects produced by the Typhon Project under the direction of The Poacher. She would later serve in the facility and even in the field with The Poacher and her ‘older siblings’, having earned the name “Delta”, protecting her ‘father’ against numerous rivals, outside forces, and even the vile so-called ‘heroes’ when they came into conflict with them. It was a life that would later lead to her and her sibling witnessing the ‘heroes’ they were told were only evil saving their younger ‘sibling’ Epsilon, and ultimately lead to a trail of doubts and secret hunt for information that would bear to them the horrible truth of their lives. Father was no good man, though his end goal was a mystery, and he as well as themselves had performed truly horrible acts over the past years. From here a planned escape and attempted break-out amidst the confusion of a hero raid on the facility they lived in, before Gamma led them to freedom as Alpha and Beta opened the way.

However, her secondary ‘nickname’ at the lab, “Machine Delta”, didn’t come without reason either in the past.

Even as a subject, Delta came to be withdrawn and rather emotionally detached throughout the experiments to the point she seemed to lack emotion at all. She seemed to become more so under the guidance of The Poacher at that. Cool, calculated, efficient, controlled, inhumanly focused, and intelligent, she was a prime subject who was trained to perform complex operations using her power as a means of infiltration and undertaking covert operations at first. This would later segway into the expanded use of her power to take down more vulnerable targets, targeting key personnel and individuals to bring down enemy operations, and even working on training her very real potential for assassination. She killed her targets without hesitation, and if it meant success in the mission and especially preserving her siblings she would do it without batting an eye at it. In other words, she was like a proper and unfeeling killing machine herself.

Yet this aside, she did seem to possess a fondness of her other six ‘siblings’, in part shown by her silent but dedicated aggression when trying to keep them safe and supported in the field. Emotional expression/regulation was never her strong suit by far, however, despite her attempts once in a blue moon. She once brought a treat she stole from the kitchen to Alpha, after a hard mission that saw Alpha injured on her behalf defending her, only for her older sibling’s smile and resulting thanks to cause her to stand totally still and utterly space out without moving for a full hour. When once frustrated by a certain highly irritating day at the facility a few times in the past, she seemed to literally ‘bug out’ in some way or another whenever her anger would hit its peak. Literally. It would make the area she ‘lost it’ in dangerous for a bit until she calmed down or had a sibling or her ‘father’ come in to talk her back down. She would even on certain occasions sit with her younger ‘siblings’ when they were having a bad day...but would just do so mechanically and silently unless asked to leave or until said younger siblings calmed back down. Such episodes never happened in the field, but seemed reserved for when she was back at the facility.

It was only when she saw Epsilon saved by one of the ‘so-called evil heroes’ that she hesitated to strike at the hero who saved him. She hesitated. The first time she’d ever had a moment of hesitation like that in her life, it was a shock to her system that sent her mind reeling. Even her hobby of tinkering at the lab, a thing taken up by her own curiosity, could not shake it. It would take being around her siblings to help foster this change in her mindset, but regardless she stayed by their side without needing to think about it. It was as natural to her as breathing air, but over those months prior to their attempted escape she assisted them and would struggle to cope with the reality that she knew to be real now. There were more emotional regulation issues that would manifest in episodes or other little ways, but through it all her siblings were there with her…

...which is what made the later confrontation with their ‘father’ that much harder. Seeing the ‘failed’ subjects unleashed on them enraged her to no end, and Gamma ultimately having to drag her away through the escape path Alpha and Beta carved for them, it was too much for her. Losing two of her siblings that day. Seeing so many others turned into monstrosities, who had once been like her and her siblings at that. She truly went ‘berserk’ for the first time as she was pulled away, a desire to kill her ‘father’ burning in her blood like lava as she struggled to break her sibling’s grip and charge at the man and her insects swarmed suicidally into the horde. She roared in rage and bloodlust, tears streaming down her face like overflowing rivers, and for the first time her face was twisted an expression...albeit now a monstrous visage of raw, pure, and utter fury. She would later pass out after her and her remaining siblings’ escape was finished, exhausted and unable to so much as move her own legs after it all.

Bit by bit she pulled herself back somewhat, returning to that same blank stare and expression as she tried to assist Gamma in helping them survive. She could only do so much, though, but fueled by desperation to keep her remaining family alive she pushed herself regardless. She even cast aside some of her own meals for her younger siblings to have just a bit more each, and had even resolved herself to do whatever was needed if things got bad enough. Anything. But please, she couldn’t lose another one. Please. Not another of the only ‘family’ she knew and had left. She had to be strong for them. She had to.

In the end, her and her siblings’ meeting with a certain tired-eyed man would give them the chance The Poacher never had. To become a real hero...just like Alpha and Beta had become. So that became the desire and life goal she etched into her heart, second only to keeping her family safe. She would seek to learn everything she could about the world, read every book, take every lesson, train until her body gave out, anything to become a true and proper hero. She would pay any price to do her best, to ensure others had the chance her two oldest siblings never had. The world needed heroes, and so she would rise to the call in turn...no matter how hard the road ahead.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

She is definitely not a fan of pranks. Dangerous results emerge if pranked. Literally. ABORT, ABORT-

She does enjoy incredibly spicy foods, and can withstand strong flavors to the point she once ate a bite out of a whole piece of garlic without batting an eye. It was a learning experience, and a prank performed on her, but she didn’t even flinch or anything afterward. She only swarmed the cook who pranked her with it, as it was the first time she’d ever seen proper garlic, and both the kitchen was unable to be used for the next 12 hours and the prank puller had to be cared for medically for several days due to the numerous and not light injuries he received that day.

Was once dared back at the lab, by a couple of workers, to eat durian...she did it. Hasn’t been a fan of dares since then.

She also seems to prefer warmer weather to the colder sort.

Like herself and some of her older siblings, she has field and combat and such related experiences under her belt already.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

C (or C+? Not sure on the ranking. TwT)

[ POWERS ]

Before the experimentation performed on her as a subject of the Typhon Project, Dawn actually possessed a superpower...albeit one that had not yet awakened. Her hero gene had yet to activate or kick into action, she being a case of a ‘late bloomer’, thus when experimentation began it would ultimately change the nature of her power once it finally did emerge.

Originally her power was one that would allow her to transform into a dense black fog and back to normal, as well as produce/generate this dense black fog in turn as a secondary capability. The nature of this fog would have been unknown, but likely would have had a unique nature or effect when exposed to it or being within it.

Due to experimentation, however, her power no longer allows her to transform into a dense black fog...but instead a great swarm of alien-looking insects 1.5x as big as the insects in this picture. She can also secondarily generate these bugs from her body, this instead of the original secondary of producing/generating the fog from herself in turn. In other words, the fog was simply replaced with insects. The bugs are themselves an extension of herself in turn, moved about and coordinated by her and so forth as easily and naturally for Dawn as breathing is.

Details About The Bugs

Their bodies are covered in a light gray carapace, bearing three sets of sharp-footed legs that can grab hold of things efficiently. They also have a pair of two-jointed and rather capable ‘arm-legs’ that emerge from a bit behind the head, which can be used to grab things as well as act as another set of legs in a very flexible and versatile fashion, the ends/tips of which are sharp and can pierce through flesh with ease and grab hold onto things generally effectively just like the legs can. Each bug also has four dark red eyes on its face, and a powerful set of jaws that can bite through even hardened steel and chew it up.

This is paired with a very potent acidic substance in their stomachs they use to digest said metals and whatever else they eat rapidly, which acidic substance can even digest metals and glass much stronger than what their jaws are capable of biting through. This acidic substance can be spit up onto things as well, a nice bit from each individual insect, albeit this is not ranged and is not a ranged attack. Rather it is simply applied by the bugs landing on something and spitting up on them akin to a fly.

The ‘tail’ is a two-jointed piece of carapace akin to an arm or leg, but longer than the ‘arms’ or ‘legs’ and having a highly sharp blade-like end on it, one that might as well be a scalpel and is capable of precise movement and being whipped down underneath the body to cut into or pierce targets. Can also be used to scratch even strong metals and types of glass, but not cut through them.

The bugs can be used to set up an external nest to breed and propagate beyond Dawn generating/producing them herself. A more long-term and slower process, though, which is far from battle-ready and only makes this function useful to create extra insects to store a mass of them up for later use. (Also good for keeping pests out of HERO’s buildings alongside the usual pest control measures. XD)

-Weaknesses-

The bugs might be big and frightening looking, but they are also able to be killed like any other bug. Smash. Squish. Crush. Crunch. Zap. All of the good stuff. That is the main reason they are used in numbers for any sort of combat situation.

If Dawn turns into a swarm of bugs and too many of them die, she cannot change back to her normal human form. Kill all of her bugs in this scenario, and ensure no more are alive elsewhere, and Dawn is just ‘dead’. Literally. Fully. Completely. No coming back. (Instead, in this case of being unable to transform abc she has to use the remaining bugs she has to set up and grow more via a nest/hive the ‘old fashioned way’. Then when she has enough insects, she can gather a mass together to transform back to her normal human form.)

Proper insecticides are not only rather effective against her bugs, but also are just as effective against her in her normal human form as well. Ouch.

She is a normal human and the insects are both not super durable by any means. She is normal human durability, insects are dangerous but just as squishy as any other insects.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]

■■■□□□□□□□

Standard human strength.

[ AGILITY ]

■■■■■■■□□□

In her normal human form she is a 3/10.

The bugs are far more agile, albeit small as well, than she is normally in her human form, being a very solid 7/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]

■■■■□□□□□□

A ‘savant’ for knowledge and learning since after escaping the lab and finding help. An avid reader who can knock out reading books in record times, and already familiar enough with internet use through many hours of ‘research’. Etc. She isn’t some super genius who can do fifty thousand things, etc, but in terms of her capabilities in learning and processing/integrating things mentally she is rather adept indeed. A splendid learner.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]

■■■■□□□□□□

As destructive as swarms and nests of killer insects that can eat metal and have powerful digestive acid can be. Can be destructive, but depends on what or where is targeted. Being really destructive requires significant time and effort unless it is a special enough case, at best, despite the capabilities of the insects.

[ LETHALITY ]

■■■■■■■■□□

Destructive? Not so much. Lethal? Very much yes. Powerful bugs that can slice, spit up acid on, puncture, and chew through people are very much lethal. Especially since they are normally used in swarms. Big swarms.

[ ENDURANCE ]

■■■■■□□□□□

Possesses abnormal endurance, and has done endurance and stamina training for...as long as she can remember at least. Isn’t superhumanly durable, but can force herself to ignore her own pain and push through it even in...ahem...not the best of shape by far. In that manner she is kinda creepy and robotic. 5/10.

[ EFFICACY ]

■■■■■■■□□□

A generally rather efficient power, versatile and capable of both attacking and things such as infiltrating and spying beyond that. Not too destructive at all, not the strongest power at that, but the user can be generally useful in the field as well as outside of it. 7/10.

[ SKILLS ]

Jujitsu and Judo (Non-strength reliant combat techniques and martial arts in case of close combat)

Infiltration

Espionage

‘Cooking’ (Not Really; Aka, don’t let Dawn/Delta cook, for the love of all that is good just don’t.)

Endurance/Stamina Training

Video Games (as of late)

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Phone (How did she manage to get this?)

Wallet (Seems normal enough at least.)

@Crusader Lord

Looks good. I'd say tier should be C+. Accepted!

Kept In Mind - Arc X: it dont exist yet

Meredith Li

Name: Meredith Li

Gender/Pronouns: Female; she/her

Appearance: Meredith is a young woman of fairly average appearance. She isn't noted for being especially beautiful or ugly, but she has been called pretty. Her height clocks in at around 5'6", although a bad habit of slouching makes her appear shorter most of the time. She weighs around 145 pounds and is not particularly curvy or skinny. She appears to be some sort of East Asian, having nearly black eyes with a monolid. Her shoulder-length, thick hair is naturally black, but she regularly dyes it orange-red. She needs glasses but can often be found wearing contacts. When not in any sort of uniform, she wears whatever she finds most comfortable- she's never been one to dress up.

Age: 27

Personality: Meredith's core desire is to be helpful. She dearly believes in the Golden Rule- 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you'- and genuinely wants to make the world a better place. She's altruistic, although not naive or short-sighted. However, despite being so selfless, Meredith could not be described as an optimist. She'd say she's a realist, as she refuses to let her wishes to be the best person she could cloud her judgment. In her realist point of view, even the Golden Rule, which she holds true to her heart, doesn't always necessarily hold up. People are assholes. She just would prefer not to be one of those assholes. She prefers truth over lofty expectations, even if that truth is terrible. She's not one to sugarcoat and can even be quite snappy.

Despite her tough exterior, Meredith has a bleeding heart. Her kindness and desire to care for others are easily taken advantage of. She's easily let down by those closest to her, as her investments in relationships are often far greater than theirs. She might move mountains for someone dear to her, but they wouldn't for her. She has issues maintaining meaningful long-term relationships and issues with trust. She's more than willing to help others, but letting someone help her is nearly impossible. She's largely self-reliant and expects that she'll be left on her own.

Powers:
-The ‘Dive’: Physically transporting herself into the minds of others and altering them from within.
-Telekinesis: Can lift objects no more than 25 pounds and no more than 10 feet away no more than 5 feet in the air. Not particularly strong, but comes in hand.
-Flash-step: Can use an extremely weak form of teleportation to teleport no more than 10 feet away every 5 minutes.
--Psychic Specialty:

-Hyperempathy: Meredith is extremely good at reading the emotions of those around her. She can sense the minutiae of someone’s emotions when someone is merely feet away, and it grows stronger with touch and closeness. She can also learn how someone is feeling with simply a touch or a bit of concentration. Pain is more easily felt than symptoms of sickness. With a bit of experimentation, she’s learned that she can ease pain and bad emotions, even changing emotions. However, she’s largely blocked out these sensations and has explored it little.

--Weak Link:

-Overextension: Due to her caring nature, Meredith has a tendency to overextend her psychic energy and wear it out quickly.
-Inexperience: Meredith has never shown anything but a passing interest in her psychic abilities. She uses them rarely and knows little about them, preferring to pretend they don’t even exist. She’s more akin to a regular person than a psychic.

--Archetype:

-The Caregiver: A black-haired, angular and geometric woman in blue scrubs. Her features are simplistic, her clothes and skin having little color. She appears to be sadly contemplative, but with a comforting smile on her face. She wears a stethoscope over her neck and carries a pair of scissors.

Skills:
-Healthcare (stitches, CPR, medical knowledge, etc.)
-Vegan cooking
-Comforting others
-Caring for cats
-Soccer
-Keeping secrets

History: Meredith Li had a rough childhood. Her father was never in the picture and her mother was a drug addict, perpetually in and out of jail. She lived with her maternal grandparents, elderly Chinese immigrants, in California for some years until they eventually became too old and infirm to care for a rambunctious preschooler. So began Meredith’s endless cycle through the foster care system. When her mother lost her shit, she would go to a foster home, stay for a while… then, when her mom got her shit back together, she’d go back for a few months. But her mom would inevitably lose her shit again, and so began the cycle yet again. This instability created a girl with trust issues, a girl who always knew that she could never truly be loved. Even the most stable of her homes kept her at arm’s length- mostly due to her psychic abilities, which always caused reservations.

Despite all this, Meredith was actually a good kid. She never got into trouble at school (at least not on purpose) and always had good grades. She didn’t touch drugs or alcohol, didn’t have boyfriends or girlfriends. Still, she was never enough. Even when she tried her best, no one really loved her. So she responded by throwing all her love at them. She helped around the house, kept a lid on her abilities, and cared for everyone she could think of. Friends got handmade gifts. Foster siblings and parents got hugs and endless affection. She was constantly worried about others- not herself. Never herself.

Her Break, however, came when she was scarcely 15. Her foster parents at the time had announced their intent to adopt her and a few of her foster siblings months ago, but sat her down one night and explained that they were going to adopt her siblings… just not her. Meredith shattered. She felt a dizzying panic come on, tears fall, and then she was inside of her foster mother’s head. Confused, she found herself in a home much like the one she lived in, but… strange. Furniture floated about, and the rooms were different. They were made up of her foster mother’s hopes, dreams, past, present, her relationships… endless patterns, fracturing themselves. She found an image of herself inside, and… maybe she tweaked a few things. Moved some things around. It was her instinct, to repair.

When she exited her foster mother’s mind, she had changed. Her foster mother doted on her, loved her, begged her husband to keep Meredith, and they did. Meredith, now with a family all her own, buried what she had done deep inside her- enough to forget about the incident almost completely. If anyone noticed changes, they didn’t remark on it, and she got to be in a happy family. A win-win.

Three years later, Meredith departed for college. She dyed her hair orange, picked up a revolving door of boyfriends and girlfriends, and majored in nursing. Those four years were some of the most fantastic of her life. She loved her major, her school, and her friends. But all good things must come to an end, and she eventually finished the program and got a job as a registered nurse in a hospital in Los Angeles. Her psychic abilities were, for once, a boon- she helped people and loved every second of it. She was a notorious workaholic, never taking a day off, and was excellent at her job. Despite the stress, the long hours, and the little respect, she was passionate about her work.

Her personal life, however, was lacking. Meredith could never keep a boyfriend or girlfriend for long and, while she did have two cats, had few friends. She never had much time to herself, always throwing herself into work or into her various responsibilities. Her most consistent allies were her adopted family. She would occasionally speak to her biological mother, but that would always grow frustrating quickly.

Two years out of college, however, she met the man for her. Even Meredith, previously skeptical of true romantic love, would’ve described what they had as true love. They dated for three years, and Meredith was sure they would marry. Have children. Buy a house. The whole gamut. But eventually her boyfriend began to drift away. He was unhappy, miserable. Meredith, anguished, searched for her any sort of reason why. One day, desperate, she remembered what she had done 12 years ago, and Dived yet again while he slept.

The problem was her. Meredith had finally opened up, and the problem was her. She couldn’t see what she had done wrong- he just didn’t love her anymore. She made him unhappy. Anguished, Meredith decided upon what she thought was the best thing for him- no more her. She erased every trace of her from his mind. When the morning broke, she told him they had had a one-night stand and dismissed him from their home.

She didn’t do it right, though. It had been 12 years since she had attempted a Dive, and although this time she knew what she was doing, she didn’t know it well enough. Scarcely 6 hours later, her ex-boyfriend presented to the ER where she worked with no memory of the past three years. She lied to her coworkers, told them she didn’t know what was going on with him, but it wasn’t convincing enough. He showed clear signs of a psychic break and the only psychic in his life was Meredith.

Soon enough, ESP officers came for a guilt-ridden Meredith in her apartment. It was unexpected. She hadn’t expected to be caught, much less for what she had done to be such a serious crime. They took her into custody quite roughly, where she readily confessed to both Dives and was put into a cell shortly after. She’s now been there for a few weeks, awaiting what’s to come.

Misc:
Has a mild cigarette habit.
Is ethnically Chinese, a third-generation immigrant.
Has two rescue cats named Clementine and Cosmo.
Is a committed vegan.

Kept In Mind - Arc X: it dont exist yet

Meredith Li

Name: Meredith Li

Gender/Pronouns: Female; she/her

Appearance: Meredith is a young woman of fairly average appearance. She isn't noted for being especially beautiful or ugly, but she has been called pretty. Her height clocks in at around 5'6", although a bad habit of slouching makes her appear shorter most of the time. She weighs around 145 pounds and is not particularly curvy or skinny. She appears to be some sort of East Asian, having nearly black eyes with a monolid. Her shoulder-length, thick hair is naturally black, but she regularly dyes it orange-red. She needs glasses but can often be found wearing contacts. When not in any sort of uniform, she wears whatever she finds most comfortable- she's never been one to dress up.

Age: 27

Personality: Meredith's core desire is to be helpful. She dearly believes in the Golden Rule- 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you'- and genuinely wants to make the world a better place. She's altruistic, although not naive or short-sighted. However, despite being so selfless, Meredith could not be described as an optimist. She'd say she's a realist, as she refuses to let her wishes to be the best person she could cloud her judgment. In her realist point of view, even the Golden Rule, which she holds true to her heart, doesn't always necessarily hold up. People are assholes. She just would prefer not to be one of those assholes. She prefers truth over lofty expectations, even if that truth is terrible. She's not one to sugarcoat and can even be quite snappy.

Despite her tough exterior, Meredith has a bleeding heart. Her kindness and desire to care for others are easily taken advantage of. She's easily let down by those closest to her, as her investments in relationships are often far greater than theirs. She might move mountains for someone dear to her, but they wouldn't for her. She has issues maintaining meaningful long-term relationships and issues with trust. She's more than willing to help others, but letting someone help her is nearly impossible. She's largely self-reliant and expects that she'll be left on her own.

Powers:
-The ‘Dive’: Physically transporting herself into the minds of others and altering them from within.
-Telekinesis: Can lift objects no more than 25 pounds and no more than 10 feet away no more than 5 feet in the air. Not particularly strong, but comes in hand.
-Flash-step: Can use an extremely weak form of teleportation to teleport no more than 10 feet away every 5 minutes.
--Psychic Specialty:

-Hyperempathy: Meredith is extremely good at reading the emotions of those around her. She can sense the minutiae of someone’s emotions when someone is merely feet away, and it grows stronger with touch and closeness. She can also learn how someone is feeling with simply a touch or a bit of concentration. Pain is more easily felt than symptoms of sickness. With a bit of experimentation, she’s learned that she can ease pain and bad emotions, even changing emotions. However, she’s largely blocked out these sensations and has explored it little.

--Weak Link:

-Overextension: Due to her caring nature, Meredith has a tendency to overextend her psychic energy and wear it out quickly.
-Inexperience: Meredith has never shown anything but a passing interest in her psychic abilities. She uses them rarely and knows little about them, preferring to pretend they don’t even exist. She’s more akin to a regular person than a psychic.

--Archetype:

-The Caregiver: A black-haired, angular and geometric woman in blue scrubs. Her features are simplistic, her clothes and skin having little color. She appears to be sadly contemplative, but with a comforting smile on her face. She wears a stethoscope over her neck and carries a pair of scissors.

Skills:
-Healthcare (stitches, CPR, medical knowledge, etc.)
-Vegan cooking
-Comforting others
-Caring for cats
-Soccer
-Keeping secrets

History: Meredith Li had a rough childhood. Her father was never in the picture and her mother was a drug addict, perpetually in and out of jail. She lived with her maternal grandparents, elderly Chinese immigrants, in California for some years until they eventually became too old and infirm to care for a rambunctious preschooler. So began Meredith’s endless cycle through the foster care system. When her mother lost her shit, she would go to a foster home, stay for a while… then, when her mom got her shit back together, she’d go back for a few months. But her mom would inevitably lose her shit again, and so began the cycle yet again. This instability created a girl with trust issues, a girl who always knew that she could never truly be loved. Even the most stable of her homes kept her at arm’s length- mostly due to her psychic abilities, which always caused reservations.

Despite all this, Meredith was actually a good kid. She never got into trouble at school (at least not on purpose) and always had good grades. She didn’t touch drugs or alcohol, didn’t have boyfriends or girlfriends. Still, she was never enough. Even when she tried her best, no one really loved her. So she responded by throwing all her love at them. She helped around the house, kept a lid on her abilities, and cared for everyone she could think of. Friends got handmade gifts. Foster siblings and parents got hugs and endless affection. She was constantly worried about others- not herself. Never herself.

Her Break, however, came when she was scarcely 15. Her foster parents at the time had announced their intent to adopt her and a few of her foster siblings months ago, but sat her down one night and explained that they were going to adopt her siblings… just not her. Meredith shattered. She felt a dizzying panic come on, tears fall, and then she was inside of her foster mother’s head. Confused, she found herself in a home much like the one she lived in, but… strange. Furniture floated about, and the rooms were different. They were made up of her foster mother’s hopes, dreams, past, present, her relationships… endless patterns, fracturing themselves. She found an image of herself inside, and… maybe she tweaked a few things. Moved some things around. It was her instinct, to repair.

When she exited her foster mother’s mind, she had changed. Her foster mother doted on her, loved her, begged her husband to keep Meredith, and they did. Meredith, now with a family all her own, buried what she had done deep inside her- enough to forget about the incident almost completely. If anyone noticed changes, they didn’t remark on it, and she got to be in a happy family. A win-win.

Three years later, Meredith departed for college. She dyed her hair orange, picked up a revolving door of boyfriends and girlfriends, and majored in nursing. Those four years were some of the most fantastic of her life. She loved her major, her school, and her friends. But all good things must come to an end, and she eventually finished the program and got a job as a registered nurse in a hospital in Los Angeles. Her psychic abilities were, for once, a boon- she helped people and loved every second of it. She was a notorious workaholic, never taking a day off, and was excellent at her job. Despite the stress, the long hours, and the little respect, she was passionate about her work.

Her personal life, however, was lacking. Meredith could never keep a boyfriend or girlfriend for long and, while she did have two cats, had few friends. She never had much time to herself, always throwing herself into work or into her various responsibilities. Her most consistent allies were her adopted family. She would occasionally speak to her biological mother, but that would always grow frustrating quickly.

Two years out of college, however, she met the man for her. Even Meredith, previously skeptical of true romantic love, would’ve described what they had as true love. They dated for three years, and Meredith was sure they would marry. Have children. Buy a house. The whole gamut. But eventually her boyfriend began to drift away. He was unhappy, miserable. Meredith, anguished, searched for her any sort of reason why. One day, desperate, she remembered what she had done 12 years ago, and Dived yet again while he slept.

The problem was her. Meredith had finally opened up, and the problem was her. She couldn’t see what she had done wrong- he just didn’t love her anymore. She made him unhappy. Anguished, Meredith decided upon what she thought was the best thing for him- no more her. She erased every trace of her from his mind. When the morning broke, she told him they had had a one-night stand and dismissed him from their home.

She didn’t do it right, though. It had been 12 years since she had attempted a Dive, and although this time she knew what she was doing, she didn’t know it well enough. Scarcely 6 hours later, her ex-boyfriend presented to the ER where she worked with no memory of the past three years. She lied to her coworkers, told them she didn’t know what was going on with him, but it wasn’t convincing enough. He showed clear signs of a psychic break and the only psychic in his life was Meredith.

Soon enough, ESP officers came for a guilt-ridden Meredith in her apartment. It was unexpected. She hadn’t expected to be caught, much less for what she had done to be such a serious crime. They took her into custody quite roughly, where she readily confessed to both Dives and was put into a cell shortly after. She’s now been there for a few weeks, awaiting what’s to come.

Misc:
Has a mild cigarette habit.
Is ethnically Chinese, a third-generation immigrant.
Has two rescue cats named Clementine and Cosmo.
Is a committed vegan.

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

_{September 21st, 2064
Academy of Young Heroes
Lighthouse Island, Castleburg}

Ricky snorted. “Like we’d climb a fucking rock wall for 10 doll... HEY!”

Drew had already floated halfway up the colorful rock climbing wall, one hand lazily resting on the handhold. “What?!” He flipped off his friend with no regard for the adult heroes standing in front of him. “You know I’m saving up for the XBOX Delta!”

Jack and Michelle started to clamor below the floating Drew. “Not FAIR!” shouted Jack, who then started to clamber up the wall. Michelle followed shortly afterward, looking quite pissed, and gave a swift, electric kick to the climbing Gematria’s head. Seemingly not wanting to be left out, Ricky ran to the wall and started to climb, too. He then promptly got kicked in the nose by Jack and fell to the ground, yelling obscenities. “GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU FUCKING CUNTBAG-”

Teenagers would do anything for some cold, hard cash.

---

Meanwhile, the four orchestra teachers whispered amongst themselves on the roof, preparing their “attack”. Their ideas ranged from running into the yard and waving around guns to just straight up pelting the children with BB pellets. Evidently, they wanted a bit of revenge on all of teenagekind. Who wouldn’t, after being forced to endure their desolation of the musical arts?

But, unbeknownst to them, four people definitely not authorized to be in the building were walking up the stairs at that very moment, armed to the teeth. They were four men, of varying sizes and appearances. One had wings, while another was very buff and wearing an eyepatch. They all seemed pretty pissed,

When they opened the door onto the roof, the teachers continued arguing, oblivious to the four armed men standing behind them. When the man with the wings raised his hands and they began to choke, however, they did notice- but it was too late, and with barely a noise, they fell to the pavement.

“Fucking idiots,” Eyepatch Man growled as he started to strip one poor teacher out of his SWAT armor. “Can’t believe how easy this job is… just gotta kill one kid and go.”

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Jenna held on a few seconds more than was necessary, giving her old mentor a bear hug strong enough to break a lesser man’s ribs. Finally, however, she released, still smiling brightly. “I totally get it. I bet you went to some super cool national parks and really just had an awesome time. I mean, I wouldn’t know, Mom hates camping… You should come over for dinner sometime soon! We can invite everyone, and Mom can cook something. Or you can, maybe.”

Lee, a hint of a smile on her face while watching the reunion, turned back to watch the yard. “Huh…” she said, suddenly pensive. “The orchestra teachers are taking this seriously. Maybe I should ask the school board to give those poor bastards a raise.”

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Three men in SWAT armor had jumped down from the rooftop, aiming what looked like very real, modern assault rifles at the heroes and four civilian teenagers. “GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING GROUND!” One bellowed, aiming his rifle straight between the eyes of Polaris. “OR I SHOOT!” The other two had their guns trained on Strain and Ricky Sullivan, respectively. The latter was quivering in fear despite his tough talk earlier.

The fourth- Eyepatch Man- still stood on the rooftop. His eyes were laser-focused on Drew Reedworth, who had already gotten to the top of the platform and was sitting pretty. Then, with a side step, he fell out of existence. Some seconds later, he resurfaced on the platform behind the boy and pointed his assault rifle at his head.

“Listen, we just want the redhead!” Eyepatch Man said from the platform, having wrestled the terrified Drew to his chest with a pistol pressed to his head. He gestured to Michelle Lewis, who had her hands up. “If anyone moves or tries anything, I shoot this kid. But otherwise… let’s just swap, and we’ll get out of your fucking hair! Capiche?”

Young Justice

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Location: Communications Complex Interacting with: The Team, Viktor (@FunnyGuy)

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“Oh!” Alisa widened her eyes in genuine surprise. She hadn’t imagined that Viktor would want to be Zach’s assistant. People always had a way of surprising her. “Cool. Maybe Zach will teach you some tricks… if that’s how magic works? I don’t know.”

While talking to Viktor, Alisa kept her eyes and ears on the rest of the room, waiting to see what their new teammates would say after their introductions. She heard most of Daphne and She-Devil’s conversation and was pleasantly surprised. She-Devil was sort of nice to Daphne- maybe Alisa had evaluated her personality wrong.

She turned her attention to the montage with the rest of the team. Surprisingly, she had sort of agreed with Talon, although the montage assuaged the majority of her doubts. Both seemed to have good abilities, if not impressive. One could turn into a rampaging demon, and the other had a fancy sword. The irony of adding a girl who could transform into a demon and a girl who slew demons to the team at the same time was not lost on her. In fact, it made her giggle a bit.

Once the montage ended, Alisa turned to Viktor again. “A fair should be fun. And in Gotham! Your hometown.” She smiled, but then dropped it and stared into space. “Any thoughts on our new teammates? I’m not so sure about them,” she whispered.

Young Justice

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May 22nd, 2021 | Mount Justice

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Daphne was on her second midnight patrol of the HQ. It was their first night back at base since La Hoya. Thoughts of the mission kept her awake, thinking back on the mistakes she made. She tossed and turned, stared at the ceiling, listened to relaxing music, sprayed lavender spray on her pillow, nothing helped her sleep. After a while the walls were closing in on her and she just had to leave her dorm.

So she ended walking aimlessly through the halls of the Sanctuary. The robe she was wearing kept opening up at the front while she walked. A chill ran up her legs and she shivered. She never really did learn, falling into the trap of buying something pretty but uncomfortable each and every time.

What was she going to do all night?
It was looking pretty likely that sleep wasn’t an option anytime soon. Maybe some tea.
She rounded the corner of the lounge quietly, half afraid she was going to run into someone. Obviously no one was awake right now. Daphne adjusted her loose braid and fixed herself some tea. While she waited for the water to come to a boil she suddenly thought of something.

Alisa never slept, so did that mean she could be awake now?
It wouldn’t hurt to try. She got out a second mug and strawberry flavored tea bag and made her way to her teammates room. Daphne walked very carefully holding the two mugs of hot tea in her hands. She spilled some tea on her way to Alisa’s room, but kept going.

Daphne hesitated in front of Alisa’s door. 3 am wasn’t exactly the time for casual chit chat. She slipped her foot out of her slipper and tapped the door lightly.
“Hi it’s Daphne…” She whispered quietly, feeling slightly nervous.

Only a few seconds after Daphne’s knock, the door opened and revealed a bewildered but smiling Alisa. Apart from her hair, which was up in a messy bun, she looked just as peppy and energetic as she did during the day. “Oh, hey!” she whispered. What was Daphne doing awake at 3 AM? “What’s up? Is everything alright?” Alisa knit her brows, slightly concerned. She hadn’t seen the other girl around much since they had got off the plane. Mostly because Alisa had been stuck in debrief drawing for the better part of the last 24 hours, but still. To her knowledge, everyone was worried about Daphne. Seeing her appear in the middle of the night was certainly strange.

“I’m alright, just couldn’t sleep.” Daphne appreciated Alisa’s concern. She smiled softly and held up the cups of tea.
“I have tea if you like….” She didn’t want to be a bother but she also needed someone to talk to, or at least to distract her from her thoughts. Daphne stepped into Alisa’s room and took a good look around. It looked nice, she liked the decorations she put up. They definitely had similar taste. She placed the cups of tea on Alisa’s desk carefully, using a piece of spare paper as a coaster, so the mugs wouldn’t leave markings on the surface.

Daphne took a sip of her tea and blinked at Alisa, realizing she had to say something. She decided a compliment on her room would be a good way to start.
“Your room looks nice...” She touched one of her paintings absentmindedly. Daphne felt a little paranoid. After Viktor’s clear disapproval of her place on the team she wondered who else felt the same way.

“Thanks,” Alisa replied and took the tea in her hands, sipping it carefully to be polite. Then, she put it down again- while the flavor was nice, hot drinks weren’t appealing to her.

Alisa’s room was small and chaotic. Her bed, a twin with a metal frame and a quilted purple comforter was piled high with papers, books, and drying projects. It was in the left corner, the end facing the door. Evidently, the bed didn’t see any use as an actual bed. An easel sat in the corner to the right of the bed with a half-finished painting of two otters hugging laying on it. There was a small table next to it with paint bottles, a palette of paint, a cup of paint-filled water, and a pencil on it. Her desk was directly in front of the bed, the closest thing to the door. It was a tan color and she had a laptop, some blueprints and sketches, and a pile of candy on it. There was a white office chair in front of it. On the right wall, Alisa had her charging station closest to the door, another pile of paintings, a large wardrobe, and then her easel. There was a white shag rug on the dark wooden floor, covering most of the center of the room. There were no windows, and the walls were their original cream color, although she had plenty of pretty posters, paintings, and even a bulletin board hanging.

“Sorry about the state of my room,” Alisa said, taking the opportunity to close the door. She leaned against the wall “I’ve never been very good at cleaning up. I mean, I will eventually, but…” She shrugged. “I’m usually too busy with making something to clean.” Her too-large blue eyes flicked over to where Daphne was touching the painting. It was a landscape, partially inspired by her first sight of Mount Justice. “If you like it, you can have it! I’m running out of room to put everything.” It was true. Her room was pretty cramped.

“I’d try and help you sleep, but…” Alisa gestured to her bed as if to express her inexperience. “Why can’t you sleep? I’ve heard that worrying can make you not sleep. Did you have caffeine too late?”

Daphne shook her head and smiled. Alisa didn’t need to apologize, they were just two teen girls drinking tea at 3 AM, she wasn’t the cleaning police.
“I don’t mind, I grew up with my dad and brother, this is neat compared to what I’m used to”

Her face lit up with a smile at Alisa’s comment about the painting. It was a beautiful watercolor painting, Alisa was really talented. Daphne admired people who were really skilled at some kind of creative hobby, she was trying to do the same with sewing and some simple embroidery. Maybe she could make something for Alisa, as a trade off.

“That’s so nice of you, I’d love that”
She had the perfect place for it too.

A lot of the time Daphne forgot Alisa was an android. It was endearing, the way she knew about things but hadn’t seen them in real life before. Like she studied about life before living it.
“And I don’t drink coffee, I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about La Hoya…..”
Daphne put down her tea and climbed on Alisa’s bed. She quickly changed subjects to avoid talking about the mission.

“I know something fun we can do though, we can braid each other’s hair”
Daphne untied her braid and moved her hair to her back.
“You can do mine first if you like”

“Sure!” Alisa began to braid Daphne’s hair. Her hands moved firmly and steadily across the other girl’s scalp as she tried to get every strand.

Unfortunately for Daphne, Alisa had never been one to forget about a subject of conversation. “I wouldn’t blame you for thinking about La Hoya. A lot happened. Casper and Felix are… gone, you froze, Viktor yelled at you…” She trailed off, a blush coming to her cheeks. She didn’t want to remind her about her failings! “I’ve been thinking about it a lot too,” she admitted. “It was my first mission and all, and it doesn’t help that I have all that data stuck in my head.”

Daphne relaxed while Alisa twisted her brunette hair into a super neat braid. She frowned at Alisa’s last sentence. That sounded much worse, having everything literally stuck in your head. After Alisa finished braiding her hair she switched places with Daphne.
“So it was also your first mission?” She sounded surprised. Without Alisa they wouldn’t have all this information.
Daphne untied the messy bun on top of Alisa’s head. She gently finger combed her hair and smoothed it out before starting to braid. She was done a lot quicker with Alisa’s hair only being about shoulder length.

Daphne was curious about Alisa’s motivation in joining the initiative and how she ended up on the team. She didn’t know anything about her past.
“How did you end up on the Team?” She asked while grabbing her tea from the desk.

Alisa winced. “Long story. Long, complicated story.” She snatched a piece of candy from her desk and chewed on it. `Then, she sighed, and started talking. “For context: I was created and mostly raised by a group of anarchists. They were paranoid and never let me leave the house. No friends, few outings, no school, no… nothing. They mostly loved me, but I was bored and lonely and wanted a life. So I… erm. Last November, I jumped out my bedroom window and ran away.

This was the awkward part. Alisa laid down on her bed, a blush coloring her cheeks. “I headed to the bus station and tried to buy a ticket to San Diego. But, um… turns out, you need an ID and to either have your parent’s permission or be over 18 to buy a bus ticket. I had neither of those things! So the teller calls the cops, the cops pick me up, book me as a runaway, take me to the police station and… there’s a metal detector. And I am made of metal. After about an hour and a half, they figured out I was a robot, interrogated me, figured out how to turn me off, and…” She shrugged. It was a painful, recent memory, but she didn’t want to lie. “I wake up in a closet in a secure government building with a sheet over my head 7 months later, in May, with a superhero standing over me. He explains my circumstances to me- if the Justice League hadn’t taken an interest, the US government would’ve shoved me in an industrial metal shredder and made me into scrap metal- and asks me if I want to join the team or… well, something else. I say yes and end up here a day later.”

Alisa finally met Daphne’s eyes again, still blushing. “That’s pretty much my story. It was by accident, but… I think I’m happy I ended up here. I told you it was long, though!”

Daphne was staring back at Alisa, her brown eyes widened at every twist and turn in her story. She put down her mug, completely stunned for a couple of seconds. Daphne imagined what it must have been like for Alisa. Things could have turned out so differently if the League hadn’t intervened. Without the League Alisa could have still been locked away somewhere, like a piece of obsolete technology, unwanted and unused.

Daphne reached out and squeezed Alisa’s hand.
“I’m glad you’re here too, after all the bad things that happened to you.” “The League is really watching out for us, I know this is one of the better places to be for someone like you and me”

She broke eye contact with Alisa. The way she never blinked was really intense at times. They were discussing sensitive topics and it made Daphne uncomfortable. She played with the tail of her braid, debating whether or not she should share some of her own background.

Alisa gave Daphne’s hand a strong squeeze back too, smiling. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m glad I’m here too. I didn’t set out wanting to be a superhero or anything… but it’s what happened, and I actually kind of like it.”

“So, since you had me bare my soul, it’s your turn! How did you get here? Lemme guess: you were Martian Manhunter’s sidekick or something, and he sent you away because you accidentally strangled someone to death on a mission, and you had to evade prison somehow…” Alisa trailed off, smirking mischievously.

Daphne shifted in her seat nervously, she immediately let go of her braid when Alisa mentioned strangling someone. She realized she really had to do something to improve her reputation. The last thing she wanted was to be known as an accidental killer. She didn’t return Alisa’s smirk, looking serious.

“No that’s not what happened” She shook her head and looked at Alisa again.
“Up until about six months ago I didn’t even have any powers. I was walking home from class, it was late and my family didn’t want me to walk by myself, but I was being stubborn.”

Daphne paused and looked away, so she could continue the second part of her story. She couldn’t look Alisa in the eye while telling what happened in the park.
“Some robbers followed me and attacked me, which activated my powers. It scared them off. Batman found me but he couldn’t transform me back. That’s how I ended up with the Martian Manhunter as my mentor, he used his mental powers to help me”

“Shortly after my dad and I started to study my powers for his research paper. He’s a biologist in Gotham”

She drew her legs up to her chest. Somehow telling her story to someone else made her realize how messed up it was.
“The more we studied the more my dad kept pushing the boundaries to see what would happen. After a while I couldn’t do it anymore, but I couldn’t tell my dad. This is the paper of his career”

“So the Martian Manhunter proposed to bring me here. I would be away from home for a while and learn to use my powers for the benefit of everyone”

Alisa understood. She understood perfectly, in fact. She reached out to give Daphne’s shoulder a firm squeeze. “I get it. You felt more like a project than a daughter, huh?” It was the same way she had felt in what felt like only a month ago.

Her jokes weren’t seeming to land, though- Daphne had not taken that well. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here too. You’re nice, and while you may not be in the most control… you’re working on it, and that’s what really matters. I mean, hell, you’re so nice that you’ve made friends with Talon. How?! I mean, I made friends with our other resident grump, but he’s on another level.”

Daphne moved over to where Alisa was laying and layed down next to her, looking up at the ceiling. Even though this was what she’d been doing every night, being next to someone kept her from spiraling into negative thoughts. Alisa mentioned Talon which made her smile. She really didn’t know the reason why he seemed to dislike her less than everyone else. Daphne treated him the same as she tried to treat everyone else, with kindness and respect.

“Honestly Alisa, I have no idea. Maybe he has a soft spot for brunettes?”

Alisa’s feet dangled off the bed as she laid sideways on it, staring at the ceiling. Should she get ceiling stars? Maybe she should get ceiling stars…

She laughed at Daphne’s guess. “If that was true, he’d talk to me too. Maybe it’s only for natural brunettes? Wigs don’t count.” That was followed by another laugh. Her hair was really a wig sewn into her scalp. “We’ve never spoken much, I don’t think. He’s silent and broody and I always catch him staring at me. Weird guy. I guess you see something in him, though?” Alisa then paused, and turned to look Daphne in the eyes. “Don’t tell him I called him weird, though. I have a feeling he’ll be mad.”

Daphne laughed at Alisa talking about her wig. She stared into Alisa´s large blue eyes and promised her she wouldn't tell on her. She pushed herself upright and let her gaze wander about the room.
“Boys can be so weird sometimes…” She sounded absentminded, like she was remembering something which fueled her statement.

“Really? It’s not just unique to ours?” It was only a half-joke. Alisa had met very few teenage boys in her life.

Daphne hopped off of the bed and tossed a pillow at Alisa, smirking.
“We’re supposed to be strange, it’s a girls thing.”

She checked the time. Wow, it was already 4:15am.
“Thanks for staying up with me Alisa. It was nice to get to know you a bit better”

Alisa caught the pillow and hugged it to her chest. It was so late already? “Alright, Daphne, go get some sleep. I’ll see you in eight hours. Night!”

Daphne left soon after, taking the tea with her to her room, and Alisa sat back up again and sighed. Time to get back to work on that painting...

Young Justice

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Location: Communications Complex Interacting with: The Team, Viktor (@FunnyGuy)

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After the mission to La Hoya, life at Mount Justice almost returned to normal for Alisa. Keyword: almost. She spent nearly 24 hours in debrief once they got back home, drawing and explaining the files she had recovered for the Justice League. After that, though, life mostly returned to her new normal. She hung out with and got to know her teammates, painted, went shopping, trained in combat methods, and worked on new augments. An enlightening conversation and hair-braiding session with Daphne in her room brightened up one of her nights, but she spent most of the rest of the time doing normal Alisa things.

Despite herself, Alisa couldn’t seem to properly mourn the disappearances of Felix and Casper. She had liked them, sure, but she hadn’t known them. She hadn’t had the time to know them. She should’ve made that time. Oddly enough, that guilt was more overpowering than the grief. If only she had made an effort to get to know them.

Unlike many of her teammates, Alisa did not pursue a session with Black Canary. She didn’t need it. A computer didn’t necessitate counselling, even if it did have emotions, and she didn’t want to waste any of the superhero’s time.

Perhaps her craziest night came in the early morning of Thursday, the day before they departed for their next mission. She broke her curfew, snuck out with Viktor, tried to sneak into a bar, participated in late-night bowling, drove a car for the first time, crashed that car, and got grounded. It had been a good night, all things considered. Despite crashing a car and getting grounded, the two of them had had a blast. The worst part had been the brutal lecture from Red Tornado and explaining to their teammates afterward what they had done to the Jeep. Alisa found that Viktor was steadily becoming her closest friend on the team, although it was an unlikely pair. He was actually sort of fun.

Outside of her more notable outings, she had spent time watching rom-coms and sitcoms with Aleen’a, occasionally exchanging friendly words and conversing with Kassy and Ja, and watching Zach doing magic (and being very amused when she watched the video with Viktor in it). She hadn’t spoken much if at all with Talon. He always seemed to be either silent, glaring at Viktor, or speaking to someone else. So they stayed away from each other.

Overall, Alisa’s week was (mostly) awesome. Despite now being house-bound and broke (again), she had had fun with her teammates. But things were about to ramp into gear again…

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Like the rest of the team, Alisa sat quietly at the conference table, trying to listen to Batman’s briefing. It was hard, though- she was too starstruck by the living legend standing in front of her. For what must have been the gazillionth time, Alisa was feeling like she was slightly out of her depth. Who was she, to think that she belonged here? But this time, she knew that she did- she had proven it more than once.

A circus? Alisa perked up at the mention. Unlike Aleen’a, she knew what a circus was, although she had never been to one. She knew that they were supposed to include acrobats and exotic animals and presentations of fantastic abilities, but she wasn’t sure about much more than that. It should be interesting, at least, she thought to herself, already internally going over the acts she could perform. She wasn’t an acrobat, but she was nearly indestructible…

When the Zeta-Tube announced a newcomer, Alisa’s head whipped to the transportation system, along with the heads of nearly every other member of the team. Gold Rush and Hex’s replacements were here.

The first one- Maya- walked in with a swagger, a sassy attitude, and a sword throw. While Alisa wasn’t necessarily impressed, she could imagine herself being friends with this girl. Seeing that sword in action would be cool.

“She-Devil”, however, would find herself on the receiving end of a stunned, disgusted look and a not-quiet scoff from Alisa. Did she just… call Batman a pedophile? Looking around the room, Alisa found that she wasn’t alone. Why would this girl waltz in here, a newly minted member of their team, and insult them all?

She was about to follow Daphne, anticipating some sort of disaster brewing, when Viktor approached her. Alisa turned to her friend, a smile appearing while keeping an eye on what was brewing between She-Devil and poor, poor Daphne. “I don’t really know,” she told him. She stood from her seat and crossed her arms, showing off her favorite pair of floral hand-painted bootcut jeans, a pair of drawn-on Converse, and a white tank-top. She had matched clip-on sunflower earrings to go with the outfit. Maybe she couldn't be as fashionable as some people, but she could still try, goddamnit! “I’ve never been to a circus. Is sword swallowing a thing there, though? I saw it once on America’s Got Talent… I could do that! I don’t have a complete digestive system, and what I do have is unpuncturable. And, uh… you? Maybe some sort of strongman thing?”

Young Justice

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Location: The Jet Interacting with: The Team

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Alisa felt useless. Even though she had saved the day with her extraordinary memory recall, she had still failed to get all the information off the computer before Talon had called it. Idiot. It was an irrational feeling, she knew- she had done her best- but surely there was something else she could’ve done. If only she worked like Talon thought she did! Some sort of download port would have to be on her enhancements list, she thought. But that would have to be after the League poked through her memories for the information she had managed to glean.

Still, she shouldn’t have been so upset. Their mission, for all intents and purposes, had been a success! They had gone undetected and had gotten information and a container of Kobra Venom. A feeling of wrongness and dissatisfaction still settled in her gut. It felt like they had done something wrong. The atmosphere on the plane wasn’t helping that. Everyone seemed to be in a similar state to herself, although the negative emotions varied.

She leaned back in her seat and made a sighing sound. Alisa had anticipated having to fly again, but Viktor had insisted. So here she was, sitting with absolutely nothing to do. Before he started flying, she told him to let her take the controls if he was feeling sleepy, but that was really all she could do right now- be a backup pilot.

For once, one of Zach’s quips brought a smile to her face. She turned to him and laughed, reaching her hand up to touch the bubbles. He was right in a sense, although she expected that to be the last time she ever thought that. Nothing had gone grievously wrong. “Thanks for the bubbles,” was all she could manage.

From in front of her, she caught the brewings of… something between Talon and Viktor. She listened, brows furrowed. She was curious about what happened to make the alarm go off. Had it been their error?

Oh. It had been Daphne. Alisa’s eyes turned to her almost immediately, scrutinizing. Yet another malfunction of her power? That must’ve been why she was sitting sadly under blankets in the corner.

“Viktor…” Alisa reprimanded softly. “That’s harsh. Now isn’t the time or the place.” Despite his harsh words, Alisa didn’t disagree with Viktor. First the choking and now this… was Nymph’s power so unpredictable? But she also wondered about herself. If they kicked Nymph off the team for messing up, what would they do once she inevitably malfunctioned?

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Mission: On Cloud Nine Location: Castleburg Bullet N-Train Interacting: Blitz (@Ascendant), Dawnbreaker(@Jumbus), Dead Man (@Duoya)

Marcie stood, still disoriented and unsteady on her feet after the sonic blast. The world still felt like it was spinning and it was all she could do not to drop right back to the ground. Luckily, freezing their weapons had worked- the pirates trying to fire at her shouted, confused at finding their weapons suddenly unusable and themselves unable to move. Travis and Blitz (the latter of whom she embarrassingly hadn’t noticed) then did what she couldn’t do and took down the glued-down pirates with… various methods. She had to look away as Blitz impaled the pirates on his own arms. Disgusting. Behavior like that couldn’t be ethical, but at least it got the job done. The majority of their assailants were incapacitated, dead, or mutilated.

A deafening whirring sound penetrated the room only some seconds after she stood up. The blades of a chainsaw peeked through the wall, making that horrible sound as they quickly formed another hole in the wall. Shit. More? She ducked behind a box with her hands held out, gathering molecules to freeze. The villain- clearly not a lackey- stepped through the hole and immediately tore open the guts of Viper with his energy chainsaw.

Marcie shrieked as the guts of a man she hardly knew sprayed across the train car and shrieked louder when Chainsawyer started running at her. Unable to get away because of the box she had hid behind, she threw her hands up in an attempt to freeze something before he ripped her in half, too.

Ice had just begun to spread over his feet when an unknown hero entered the train car and set him off balance. Less than a second after that, a decapitated head collided against the crazed villain’s chest and knocked him over. Unfortunately, Marcie was close enough that blood from the head splattered onto her. She spat, heart pounding with terror. She had been seconds away from being cut in half. It showed on her face- she was slack-jawed and wide-eyed.

She raised her hands and let ice cover the chainsaw man’s extremities and weapons, (hopefully) cementing him down, all the while listening to Dawnbreaker’s crazy speech.What? This guy was clearly out of it, but it wasn’t her place to judge after he had just saved her life. She did give him a strange look, though.

But there was a more urgent job. Travis was standing over the chainsaw man and he shouted at her to “freecee te whol”, whatever that meant. It took Marcie a second or two of staring to figure it out. It probably didn’t help that she was most likely concussed, and her brain was moving slower than usual. However, she raised her hands and ice creeped over the new hole before it let anyone else in, and, within a moment, it was sealed shut.

Marcie hid behind the boxes again, still using her powers to cover Chainsawyer and his signature chainsaw with ice. Hopefully he wouldn’t get up again. For now, there was still the problem of the other few pirates. She peered out from her hiding place, watching pirates fire on Blitz. He could handle them. What was important to her was ensuring that Chainsawyer didn’t get up again. She gave Travis a pointed look, trying to communicate that she wanted him to stop aiming the damn gun at the frozen man and shoot the pirates. Hopefully he got that.