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Interest Check - Fantasy with Knights, Adventurers, Magic, and Whatnot

If anyone has trouble coming up with/developing magic for their characters, the Superpower Wiki is a helpful resource.

Interest Check - Fantasy with Knights, Adventurers, Magic, and Whatnot

I'm thinking some kind of beastkin rogue archetypal character for right now.

Interest Check - Fantasy with Knights, Adventurers, Magic, and Whatnot

I'm a slut for fantasy, count me in.

Our Evil Ways

Violet Smith glanced over her shoulder, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. She could only wonder how their group had gotten so impossibly large in what felt like so little time; all the new faces sort of blended together after a while. Violet could feel the sheath on her belt move with each step she took, almost as if it was a subtle reminder of their predicament. Thankfully, they hadn't had any particularly troublesome encounters with those...things, yet.

Emphasis on yet.

She wasn't stupid. She was acutely-almost painfully- aware that today could be the end. No matter how safe she felt at any given time, she could die. At the very least, though, she'd made it this long. She did her best to be helpful-finding berries to eat was easy this time of year-but it never felt like she did enough. Freddie always seemed tense, even when the group had "good days." That is, if "good days" even existed anymore. Violet closed her eyes for a moment, letting her mind trail off before a quiet whine interrupted her thoughts. A sort of sad smile crossed her face as she looked down to see Argos walking next to her.

"Me too, buddy," she sighed, caressing his head. "Me too."

Just behind her, Lily Rodriguez watched with narrowed eyes. You talk to your dog too much, she thought, though she remained silent. She figured it helped whatshername cope with all this shit going on. In fact, she almost felt a little envious; as a more recent addition to the ever-growing group of survivors, she didn't really know anyone. People didn't talk to each other much, except for Freddie's little gang up at the front. There was that family of farmers or whatever, the psycho redneck dude, and that skinhead guy that kind of creeped her out...not to mention that crazy chick with the sword. Lily scoffed, realizing it took the actual apocalypse to bring together such a weird group of people.

Her student planner was meant more for the actual school year, but it still had a tiny section dedicated to the summer months. It was almost six months exactly from the day her life had basically ended. Lily could still recall a time when her biggest problems were fighting with her girlfriend or accidentally staining her uniform; now, she didn't even know if Cassie was alive and her uniform was basically unrecognizable. Her only real comfort was knowing that if she needed to, she could probably outrun a lot of the people in this trainwreck of a group. At that thought, though, she felt a pang of guilt in her chest; what was she, a fucking psychopath? She was pretty reliant on these people right now. Thinking about outliving them wasn't too kind of her.

Fuck, she missed Cassie.

Further behind Lily-actually, much further behind Lily-Wyatt McCarthy felt like his lungs were about to burst. They'd been walking for what felt like way too long. His feet hurt, there was a rock in his shoe, and it was hot. Like, really hot. So hot, in fact, he could feel sweat steadily dripping from his chin. Which was actually pretty bad, he realized, knowing it was just making him even more dehydrated than he already was. He stared down at the ground in front of him, practically panting from his exhaustion. Wyatt knew he needed rest, and soon, but he'd feel pretty lame asking for a break considering how far behind he was compared to the others. He remembered the thermos he used to have that kept his water cold all day, and cursed himself for not bringing it with him when he left home. Of course, there were reanimated corpses trying to eat him, so a fucking thermos wasn't exactly his highest priority; and yet, here he was, kicking himself for not grabbing it.

What a load of shit.

He felt significantly better when he noticed the front runners of the group stopping. "Thank Christ," he mumbled, actually picking up his pace a bit. By the time he caught up, he nearly felt like collapsing. Instead of humiliating himself, though, he just lied down on his back and tried to get his breathing under control. He didn't notice how vulnerable they were, or how dangerous it was to be on his back in the open. All he really cared about was resting for a few minutes. Or days. Preferably a week. But he knew that staying anywhere for very long was a luxury this group did not have, considering their numbers. Three horses and a dog-whose owner seemed painfully aware of the possibility of said dog being eaten-made them stand out a bit. He hadn't run into any particularly bad people, but Wyatt knew that as each day passed it was more and more likely that he would. But all of that was purely speculative, and they had much more pressing concerns to deal with right now.

Meanwhile, Violet gently poured a tiny amount of water into Argos's mouth. She could feel hear heart breaking as she took the bottle away, taking just a small sip for herself. The water was warm and not all that pleasant to drink, but it was necessary. And besides, Argos needed it more than she did right now. The German Shepherd sat back on his haunches, panting rapidly as he did so. Violet grasped one of his paws in her hand, gently removing the splinters that Argos had picked up along the way. She knew that having him around wasn't the most practical idea in the wake of the apocalypse, but the thought of leaving him behind-or worse-brought out a visceral anger in her that she didn't know she had. He'd saved her life on more than one occasion, mostly due to his sharp hearing and sense of smell; he developed a habit of quietly warning Violet anytime he could sense one of those things nearby. She was fairly certain it was the only reason he was allowed to stick around.

"Hey."

Violet turned her head to the right, locking eyes with Lily. "Yeah?"

"I just...your dog. He reminds me of my old Rottweiler," Lily said, twisting the cap of her water bottle shut.

"Oh," Violet mumbled, unsure of how to respond. "What was his name?"

"Capitán," Lily answered, a fond smile on her face. "He was dumb as a pile of rocks. But he was sweet."

Violet nodded, returning Lily's smile. Honestly, she was just grateful for the conversation. "It's the sweet that matters, right?"

"Yeah." Lily sighed, feeling that same horrible thought cross her mind again. Capitán was probably dead, along with everyone else, right? She shook her head, knowing that thinking that way was pointless. Regardless of whether he's dead or alive, the good memories of Capitán-of everyone-were all she had left.

Our Evil Ways

Violet Smith

^{_{#DDA0DD | Natalie Dormer}}

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Violet Smith
^Florist

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Physical Characteristics

Violet’s characteristic blonde hair is usually down in a mess of waves. She has a fair and even skin tone, with a healthy tan on her face, arms, and legs. Standing at 5"4 and weighing 120 pounds, she has a fairly average body type. Her eyes are a light shade of blue, with a ring of green around her pupils.

Life Before the Apocalypse

Before what happened...happened, my parents and I ran a little store in Roseville. We were florists; we sold flowers, you know? I was just out of college at UMN, and I was going to inherit the place from my them. I’d helped out in the shop when I was a teenager, so it wasn’t anything new. Our dog liked to sit at the door and greet people; it was a good way to attract customers with kids.

My parents and I would go camping on weekends whenever we could, just to experience nature and get out of the city. You learn a lot about how to take care of yourself...funny how much that came in handy for me. We were on our way to Cloquet Valley when everything happened. We picked up this woman who was trying to get out of the city, before we knew how the disease worked. I woke up one morning and found her eating my fucking parents. I just grabbed my dog and whatever else I could and ran. Now I’m with these new people...I don’t know how long we’ll last.

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Foraging - Violet has a good idea of what’s edible and what isn’t. Mushrooms, berries, and roots are all her area of expertise. As such, it’s not too hard for her to find some kind of food out in the wild.
➕ Survival skills - Camping from an early age has taught Violet some basic survival skills: starting a fire, specialized knots, fishing, etc. In short, she can keep herself alive when push comes to shove.
➖ Strength - While not unathletic per se, Violet isn’t very strong. Heavy backpacks, weapons, or supplies tire her greatly and slow her down.
➖ Trusting - In a post-apocalyptic world, it’s important to know who to trust. Violet, however, trusts people far too easily. She wants to believe there’s good in people, and as such can be very gullible.

Personal Goals

In the short term, Violet wants to get to know these people she’s travelling with. As of right now, she’s pretty much on a “small talk” level with them. If they’re going to survive together, they might as well be friendly, right? In secret, though, she also wants to find enough food to keep them from eating her dog.

Long-term, assuming her short-term goal is reached, she’d like to teach the others some basic survival skills. At the very least, they should all know how to start a fire to signal to each other. Humanity’s basically been downgraded to hunter-gatherer status anyway; the group can’t survive together if the people in it can’t survive on their own.

Inventory

Violet has a leather jacket and a small brown backpack. In her backpack, she has a book titled Edible Wild Plants: A North American Field Guide to Over 200 Natural Foods. She also has a blanket, some bandages, a canteen, rope, and some matches. Strapped to her belt is a sheath, in which she carries a hunting knife.

Argos

Argos is Violet’s faithful German Shepherd. He is five years old and in relatively good health. He’s not a hunting dog of any sort, but he does know some helpful tricks from accompanying the Smith family on their hunting trips. Mostly, he’s good for carrying things: bundles of sticks, bags, trapped animals, etc. He is protective of Violet, and more recently has become wary of strangers. Violet will often choose to go without food if it means Argos gets to eat, but only when they’re running low.

Lily Rodriguez

^{_{#ff4c4c | Camila Mendes}}

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Lily Rodriguez
^{High School Cheerleader}

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Physical Characteristics

At 5”2 and 115 pounds, Lily is definitely on the petite side. Her eyes are a dark shade of brown, and her skin has an olive complexion. Lily also has dark, wavy hair that falls just below her shoulders; recently, though, it’s more of a tangled mess in the wake of the apocalypse.

Life Before the Apocalypse

"Six months ago, I was a sophomore at Edina High School. All this shit that’s happened makes it feel like so long ago, but...it’s only been six months. I was on my school’s varsity cheerleading team too. We were actually pretty good, you know? When shit hit the fan, we were on our way back from the state cheer competition, on this big bus. I was doing homework when our bus crashed; I think some woman turned while she was driving and hit us. The bus driver swerved, a-and...and we went off the highway. I woke up, and I thought people were trying to help us. The bus driver opened the emergency exits, and the next thing he knew someone took a bite out of his arm.

I was so fucking scared, I just...my friends were either dead or getting eaten alive! I just...I just ran. I don’t know if any of them were still alive, I just left them. Fight or flight, you know? I tried to call my parents, but they didn’t answer. My girlfriend, she didn’t answer either. I’ve been looking for them ever since.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Athleticism - Having been a competitive cheerleader all her life, Lily is very athletic and flexible. She can run-and keep running-for much longer than the average person. This is what she’s relied on to survive this long.
➕ Intelligence - Lily always did well in school thanks to her intelligence. She is quick to make insights and observations that aren’t immediately obvious, and she is a fast learner.
➖ No survival skills - Unfortunately, Lily has no practical survival skills. She relies on the group for basic needs such as food, water, and warmth.
➖ Cowardice - When it comes to fight vs. flight, Lily will always pick flight. She avoids most conflicts, and prefers to sneak around/hide from a threat rather than deal with it head-on.

Personal Goals

At present, Lily wants to find her parents and her girlfriend. As each day passes, though, she has less and less hope of doing so. The fact that neither answered her phone calls-up until her phone finally died-has been a strong indicator that they’re either dead or too far away to find. Otherwise, she’d like to find a change of clothes; her cheerleading uniform isn’t very practical for the zombie apocalypse.

Long term, Lily wants to find a stable source of supplies. Whether they come across some kind of warehouse or even just a Costco, she knows the group is running low on basic necessities. She’d also like to learn some more practical skills, like building fires or firing a gun.

Inventory

Lily has a worn out backpack that she used for school. Inside are a couple of half-full notebooks, an agenda (that she’s used to keep track of time), a few pencils, a small flashlight, some feminine hygiene products, and a thin jacket. In a smaller pouch, she has a wallet (with a picture of her girlfriend), her dead cellphone, and a necklace with her initials on it.

Wyatt McCarthy

^{_{#2B60DE| Joseph Gordon-Levitt}}

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Wyatt McCarthy
^{Middle School Science Teacher}

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Physical Characteristics

Wyatt always looks a bit disheveled, even for the zombie apocalypse. Standing at just over 6 feet tall and weighing 150 pounds, he’s somewhat on the scrawnier side. His eyes and hair are both a light brown color.

Life Before the Apocalypse

“Before all this? Oh, Christ...I was a teacher. I was in line to get promoted to administration for the district, actually. But I mostly just taught middle schoolers. It was stressful as shit, managing all those kids, but I liked the work. The kids used to laugh because my handwriting was bad, but hey, they still liked me. I never got paid much, but the students were worth it. Thinking about them now, I...I don’t even know if they’re alive anymore.

Back when everything started, it was just supposed to be a normal fucking day; the students were taking a test, and I was playing Cookie Clicker on my computer. Then suddenly, the principal comes over the loudspeaker and says there’s some kind of outbreak. That the school day was ending early and everyone had to go home. Of course, the students were just glad they got a short day; they didn’t really understand. I got in my car, turned the radio on, and suddenly I hear that people are dying. I didn’t know what to do, so I just went home. Then things got worse. A few of those monsters broke a window and got inside. I didn’t know how to kill them yet, so I just drove off. And now I’m here.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Intelligence - Wyatt’s greatest asset is his intelligence. He’s not necessarily a genius, but his chemistry degree didn’t come from nowhere. He’s a fast learner and puts things together easily.
➕ Personable - Having been a teacher for six years-and having to deal with both angry parents and hormonal pre-teens-Wyatt has learned how to get along with people. He’s easy to talk to and confide in.
➖ Athleticism - Wyatt never had to think about exercise before all this. As a result, he tires easily and struggles to keep up with the more athletic members of the group.
➖ Indecisive - Wyatt struggles to make quick decisions, especially when panicked or under pressure. As such, he is prone to making mistakes or slipping up when it really counts.

Personal Goals

For now, Wyatt’s main goal is finding a place to set up shop. He’s hoping they might find a school like the one he used to work at; it had a metal fence all the way around, the doors were nearly impossible to break down, and there was a working kitchen in the cafeteria. Wyatt would also like to learn some basic first aid from the medical professionals in the group; they might not always be around, and he'd like to have some knowledge of how to patch up a wound.

Long term, Wyatt would like to find some textbooks and school supplies. There are kids in the group who, up until recently, were in school. It might help them to have some basic schooling despite everything going on around them. Sure, it's not exactly a group priority right now, but education might be the first step toward rebuilding society. He was a teacher, after all. Maybe he still could be.

Inventory

Wyatt didn’t have a lot of practical supplies on him when he fled from his house. What he does have is a leather satchel that he used to store notes and papers in. Inside are a flashlight, a hammer, some gauze, a Swiss Army knife, and a pair of binoculars. His prize possession-a single roll of toilet paper-is tucked away deep inside. He will never share it.

Our Evil Ways

Here's my precious teacher man, hope he doesn't get eaten even though he definitely will

Wyatt McCarthy

^{_{#2B60DE| Joseph Gordon-Levitt}}

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Wyatt McCarthy
^{Middle School Science Teacher}

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Physical Characteristics

Wyatt always looks a bit disheveled, even for the zombie apocalypse. Standing at just over 6 feet tall and weighing 150 pounds, he’s somewhat on the scrawnier side. His eyes and hair are both a light brown color.

Life Before the Apocalypse

“Before all this? Oh, Christ...I was a teacher. I was in line to get promoted to administration for the district, actually. But I mostly just taught middle schoolers. It was stressful as shit, managing all those kids, but I liked the work. The kids used to laugh because my handwriting was bad, but hey, they still liked me. I never got paid much, but the students were worth it. Thinking about them now, I...I don’t even know if they’re alive anymore.

Back when everything started, it was just supposed to be a normal fucking day; the students were taking a test, and I was playing Cookie Clicker on my computer. Then suddenly, the principal comes over the loudspeaker and says there’s some kind of outbreak. That the school day was ending early and everyone had to go home. Of course, the students were just glad they got a short day; they didn’t really understand. I got in my car, turned the radio on, and suddenly I hear that people are dying. I didn’t know what to do, so I just went home. Then things got worse. A few of those monsters broke a window and got inside. I didn’t know how to kill them yet, so I just drove off. And now I’m here.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Intelligence - Wyatt’s greatest asset is his intelligence. He’s not necessarily a genius, but his chemistry degree didn’t come from nowhere. He’s a fast learner and puts things together easily.
➕ Personable - Having been a teacher for six years-and having to deal with both angry parents and hormonal pre-teens-Wyatt has learned how to get along with people. He’s easy to talk to and confide in.
➖ Athleticism - Wyatt never had to think about exercise before all this. As a result, he tires easily and struggles to keep up with the more athletic members of the group.
➖ Indecisive - Wyatt struggles to make quick decisions, especially when panicked or under pressure. As such, he is prone to making mistakes or slipping up when it really counts.

Personal Goals

For now, Wyatt’s main goal is finding a place to set up shop. He’s hoping they might find a school like the one he used to work at; it had a metal fence all the way around, the doors were nearly impossible to break down, and there was a working kitchen in the cafeteria. Wyatt would also like to learn some basic first aid from the medical professionals in the group; they might not always be around, and he'd like to have some knowledge of how to patch up a wound.

Long term, Wyatt would like to find some textbooks and school supplies. There are kids in the group who, up until recently, were in school. It might help them to have some basic schooling despite everything going on around them. Sure, it's not exactly a group priority right now, but education might be the first step toward rebuilding society. He was a teacher, after all. Maybe he still could be.

Inventory

Wyatt didn’t have a lot of practical supplies on him when he fled from his house. What he does have is a leather satchel that he used to store notes and papers in. Inside are a flashlight, a hammer, some gauze, a Swiss Army knife, and a pair of binoculars. His prize possession-a single roll of toilet paper-is tucked away deep inside. He will never share it.

Our Evil Ways

Violet Smith

^{_{#DDA0DD | Natalie Dormer}}

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Violet Smith
^Florist

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Physical Characteristics

Violet’s characteristic blonde hair is usually down in a mess of waves. She has a fair and even skin tone, with a healthy tan on her face, arms, and legs. Standing at 5"4 and weighing 120 pounds, she has a fairly average body type. Her eyes are a light shade of blue, with a ring of green around her pupils.

Life Before the Apocalypse

Before what happened...happened, my parents and I ran a little store in Roseville. We were florists; we sold flowers, you know? I was just out of college at UMN, and I was going to inherit the place from my them. I’d helped out in the shop when I was a teenager, so it wasn’t anything new. Our dog liked to sit at the door and greet people; it was a good way to attract customers with kids.

My parents and I would go camping on weekends whenever we could, just to experience nature and get out of the city. You learn a lot about how to take care of yourself...funny how much that came in handy for me. We were on our way to Cloquet Valley when everything happened. We picked up this woman who was trying to get out of the city, before we knew how the disease worked. I woke up one morning and found her eating my fucking parents. I just grabbed my dog and whatever else I could and ran. Now I’m with these new people...I don’t know how long we’ll last.

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Foraging - Violet has a good idea of what’s edible and what isn’t. Mushrooms, berries, and roots are all her area of expertise. As such, it’s not too hard for her to find some kind of food out in the wild.
➕ Survival skills - Camping from an early age has taught Violet some basic survival skills: starting a fire, specialized knots, fishing, etc. In short, she can keep herself alive when push comes to shove.
➖ Strength - While not unathletic per se, Violet isn’t very strong. Heavy backpacks, weapons, or supplies tire her greatly and slow her down.
➖ Trusting - In a post-apocalyptic world, it’s important to know who to trust. Violet, however, trusts people far too easily. She wants to believe there’s good in people, and as such can be very gullible.

Personal Goals

In the short term, Violet wants to get to know these people she’s travelling with. As of right now, she’s pretty much on a “small talk” level with them. If they’re going to survive together, they might as well be friendly, right? In secret, though, she also wants to find enough food to keep them from eating her dog.

Long-term, assuming her short-term goal is reached, she’d like to teach the others some basic survival skills. At the very least, they should all know how to start a fire to signal to each other. Humanity’s basically been downgraded to hunter-gatherer status anyway; the group can’t survive together if the people in it can’t survive on their own.

Inventory

Violet has a leather jacket and a small brown backpack. In her backpack, she has a book titled Edible Wild Plants: A North American Field Guide to Over 200 Natural Foods. She also has a blanket, some bandages, a canteen, rope, and some matches. Strapped to her belt is a sheath, in which she carries a hunting knife.

Argos

Argos is Violet’s faithful German Shepherd. He is five years old and in relatively good health. He’s not a hunting dog of any sort, but he does know some helpful tricks from accompanying the Smith family on their hunting trips. Mostly, he’s good for carrying things: bundles of sticks, bags, trapped animals, etc. He is protective of Violet, and more recently has become wary of strangers. Violet will often choose to go without food if it means Argos gets to eat, but only when they’re running low.

Lily Rodriguez

^{_{#ff4c4c | Camila Mendes}}

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Lily Rodriguez
^{High School Cheerleader}

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Physical Characteristics

At 5”2 and 115 pounds, Lily is definitely on the petite side. Her eyes are a dark shade of brown, and her skin has an olive complexion. Lily also has dark, wavy hair that falls just below her shoulders; recently, though, it’s more of a tangled mess in the wake of the apocalypse.

Life Before the Apocalypse

"Six months ago, I was a sophomore at Edina High School. All this shit that’s happened makes it feel like so long ago, but...it’s only been six months. I was on my school’s varsity cheerleading team too. We were actually pretty good, you know? When shit hit the fan, we were on our way back from the state cheer competition, on this big bus. I was doing homework when our bus crashed; I think some woman turned while she was driving and hit us. The bus driver swerved, a-and...and we went off the highway. I woke up, and I thought people were trying to help us. The bus driver opened the emergency exits, and the next thing he knew someone took a bite out of his arm.

I was so fucking scared, I just...my friends were either dead or getting eaten alive! I just...I just ran. I don’t know if any of them were still alive, I just left them. Fight or flight, you know? I tried to call my parents, but they didn’t answer. My girlfriend, she didn’t answer either. I’ve been looking for them ever since.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Athleticism - Having been a competitive cheerleader all her life, Lily is very athletic and flexible. She can run-and keep running-for much longer than the average person. This is what she’s relied on to survive this long.
➕ Intelligence - Lily always did well in school thanks to her intelligence. She is quick to make insights and observations that aren’t immediately obvious, and she is a fast learner.
➖ No survival skills - Unfortunately, Lily has no practical survival skills. She relies on the group for basic needs such as food, water, and warmth.
➖ Cowardice - When it comes to fight vs. flight, Lily will always pick flight. She avoids most conflicts, and prefers to sneak around/hide from a threat rather than deal with it head-on.

Personal Goals

At present, Lily wants to find her parents and her girlfriend. As each day passes, though, she has less and less hope of doing so. The fact that neither answered her phone calls-up until her phone finally died-has been a strong indicator that they’re either dead or too far away to find. Otherwise, she’d like to find a change of clothes; her cheerleading uniform isn’t very practical for the zombie apocalypse.

Long term, Lily wants to find a stable source of supplies. Whether they come across some kind of warehouse or even just a Costco, she knows the group is running low on basic necessities. She’d also like to learn some more practical skills, like building fires or firing a gun.

Inventory

Lily has a worn out backpack that she used for school. Inside are a couple of half-full notebooks, an agenda (that she’s used to keep track of time), a few pencils, a small flashlight, some feminine hygiene products, and a thin jacket. In a smaller pouch, she has a wallet (with a picture of her girlfriend), her dead cellphone, and a necklace with her initials on it.

Our Evil Ways [An Apocalypse RP]

it me

i'm here

hello

BRAVEHEART 🐺 (Interest, Thoughts, Input, Ideas) (INTEREST CHECK)

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Marvel | Shadows of Manhattan: Interest Check

Wildcat

Title/Hero Name:
Wildcat

Nicknames:
Mei

Gender:
Female

Age:
21

Occupation:
Third year college student, philosophy major

Current Residence:
Studio apartment on Second Street, Lower Manhattan

Appearance:

Standing at 5"4 and weighing 120 pounds, Mei Xing Fang is definitely on the smaller side. However, one look at her shows a lean, athletic figure, with well-defined muscle and good posture. She walks with an air of confidence, always keeping her head high. She has a fair complexion, with a small scar on her right cheek.

Her hair is dyed a bright red; it falls to her mid-back, though she usually keeps it tied back into a ponytail. Her eyes are a deep brown, usually with a touch of eyeliner and mascara accentuating them. Mei's eyes usually seem alert and observant, as if she's silently taking note of her surroundings. Her mouth seems to default into a slight frown, though she does not do this intentionally. Most would describe her as rather pretty, if not somewhat harsh-looking.

Mei's skin is dotted with scars, the most notable being on her back and left shoulder. She's rather pale, and seems to do her best to care for her skin. She only wears perfume in professional settings, though she tends to smell faintly of vanilla due to her deodorant. She also doesn't wear much jewelry, aside from a favored pair of ruby earrings given to her by her mother. Mei's nails are usually neatly painted and kept short.

As for her preferred clothing, Mei tends to adopt a "tasteful but practical" style. She often wears camisoles and blouses, typically in either red or black. She also opts for jeans most days, but will occasionally wear a skirt. Refusing to wear heels, Mei greatly prefers ankle-cut boots that allow her some comfort. As a college student, she can't exactly afford the most expensive clothing, but she aims to be as presentable as she can be. However, she will always choose function over fashion, prioritizing her own comfort.

Personality:

Mei has always seemed a bit uptight. Ever since elementary school, she has held herself to a high standard. Competitive and ambitious, she has always sought to compete with-and outdo-her peers. Of course, parental pressure played a key role in this, but she has adopted it as a sort of personal endeavor. Getting along with others isn't exactly her strong suit; maintaining relationships with people simply isn't a priority. Exuding confidence and professionalism, Mei always seems well-put together. She speaks clearly and confidently, never ashamed to voice her opinions and ideas.

With a strict sense of discipline, Mei Xing takes care of herself in all aspects of her life. School is her utmost priority, though she also cares greatly for her health. Between long study sessions, she can often be found doing cardio and weight lifting exercises, always keeping herself in shape. She keeps herself on a diet, rarely ever indulging in unhealthy food and drinks (with the exception of social events). Despite being old enough, she does not drink alcohol, often stating that she "prefers to be in control of her own faculties."

Headstrong and stubborn, once Mei gets an idea in her head, there is little anyone can do to stop her. While not easily provoked, she can be impulsive when angered. Usually, though, Mei thinks through her actions and tries to make the most logical and objective decisions possible. She has a tight grip over her emotions, remaining cool even under pressure. She has little patience for others' emotional states, perceiving anger and panic as signs of weakness. As a result, she has difficulty showing emotional vulnerability to others.

Power and/or Abilities:

Enhanced Physical Coordination

Mei has greatly enhanced physical coordination. This means she can perform feats of physical ability beyond those of a normal human. From fine motor skills to hand-eye coordination, Mei can accomplish tasks of physical demand quickly and easily. Referring to herself as "hyperkinetic," Mei's motor skills are perfectly in sync with her brain's muscle control and visual information processing.

Strengths

🔥Enhanced Motor Skills
Mei's motor skills are enhanced beyond those of a normal human. Things like parkour and acrobatics come very easily to her, and she can often perform these feats without much thought. This makes learning physical skills such as martial arts and gymnastics much easier for Mei, as she is able to control her body to a very fine degree. She is also able to use weapons such as knives and swords to an enhanced degree because of this ability.

🔥Perfect Balance
Mei has perfect balance; essentially, she can always position herself so that her weight is evenly distributed. This makes tasks such as walking across beams and thin ledges very easy for her. It's very difficult to knock her off-balance, as she is able to easily regain her footing in most circumstances.

🔥Perfect Aim
Mei's accuracy is practically flawless due to her increased hand-eye coordination. Throwing knives, hitting moving objects, and even video games are all very easy for her. This also applies to weapons such as guns and bows, though she lacks experience with either. Mei's aim even extends to the point where she can control the outcome of dice simply by throwing them a specific way.

🔥Enhanced Reflexes
Due to her coordination, Mei's reflexes are greater than that of a normal person's. She reacts to things much faster and without thought; for example, she can dodge an incoming punch or catch a thrown object easily.

Weaknesses:

💢Limited Physical Capability
Mei is by no means a god. She is limited by her own body; she is not any stronger, faster, or more durable than the average human her size. In addition, she has to be physically fit enough to perform the tasks her ability lets her carry out. For example, she has to be physically strong enough to wall jump, or flexible enough to do a back handspring.

💢Required Motor Learning
While Mei has extremely enhanced coordination, this does not mean physical tasks are simply natural to her. She has to learn how to do something before she can properly perform the task. For instance, she could not simply walk onto a baseball field and hit a home run; she would need to learn the proper technique to be able to accomplish such a feat. While the movement would come more easily to her than the average person, it would not be something she could do automatically.

Skills:

✨Skilled Martial Artist
She's no Iron Fist, but Mei knows how to throw a punch. Having been introduced to martial arts as a child, she has grown to be very skilled at several different forms. With the help of her power, she can learn-and perform-various martial arts forms with ease. As of now, she is a skilled practitioner of Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Krav Maga, and Muay Thai.

✨Weapons Usage
Some of Mei's martial arts training involved the use of weaponry. This includes knives, swords, and some improvised weapons as well (bottles, pipes, etc). However, Mei's preferred weapon of choice is a pair of brass knuckles; they are easily concealed, dangerous, and very illegal in New York. They allow her to compensate for her small size by increasing the damage that her blows can deal to another person, while also being difficult to use against her.

✨Skilled Gymnast
Having started gymnastics from a young age, Mei is a skilled gymnast, thus making her very flexible and athletic.

Equipment:

🖤Brass Knuckles
When crimefighting, Mei almost always has her brass knuckles on. They are a golden color with sharp “spikes” on the end, giving them the appearance of a cat’s claws. This is part of the reasoning behind the name “Wildcat.”

🖤Knives
Strapped to Mei’s ankles are a pair of combat knives. She uses these in more dire circumstances when up against multiple opponents.

🖤Red Hoodie
As Wildcat, Mei sports a red hoodie with cat ears on the hood. While she believes the cat ears are a bit childish, they do give her a recognizable appearance as a vigilante. This is another reason she received the moniker of "Wildcat."

🖤Face Mask
Along with her red hoodie, Mei wears a red mask covering the lower half of her face. It protects her identity, while also being thin enough to breathe through.

Background:

"We're humans. We just have the potential to be more."

Born to Chinese immigrants, Mei grew up in a time of relative peace in the US. Having been born and raised in New York City, Mei found herself in a cultural melting pot, being exposed to people from all walks of life. Her mother Xiu Ying, a successful lawyer, and her father Wei, a former MMA star, both raised her with a strict disciplinary conduct. However, both parents were still very loving to her, seeing as she was their only child. In all, Manhattan was home to her, a place she felt a sense of belonging to.

And yet…

Mei always had an innate feeling of disconnect from others. She didn’t make many friends in school, much to the concern of her parents. She never quite understood what made her feel fundamentally different from others, but she knew it was something unique to herself. Her mother feared that Mei might have some form of childhood depression, but never voiced this concern. Mei felt resigned to never understanding this feeling, until the fateful evening of December 20th, 2007, the night her mother was killed.

Xiu Ying Fang’s death-at the hands of a vengeful drug dealer she’d convicted-set in motion a dangerous chain of events leading up to Mei’s vigilantism. Her father, stricken with grief from his wife’s death, revealed a dark secret he’d kept from his family for decades: he was what would later be called an Inhuman, a race of genetically altered human beings. Not quite human or mutant, he explained; it was more like alien. In short, her father used his Inhuman status to give him an advantage during his MMA fights. He had the peculiar ability to predict a person’s movements seconds before they acted, thus giving him a keen edge in fights.

More importantly, though, he suspected that Mei was like him.

And so, Wei Fang enacted a plan: to protect his daughter from ever suffering the same fate as his wife. After smuggling in Terrigen Crystals from China, he exposed Mei to the Terrigen Mist produced by the crystals. When she emerged from Terrigenesis both alive and physically unchanged, Wei knew his suspicions were correct.

After putting Mei into both gymnastics and martial arts, her Inhuman-gifted ability became clear: she had perfect coordination. She picked up both with ease, able to learn faster and perform better than even students several years ahead of her. With specialized training from her father, Mei became quite a force to be reckoned with by the time she graduated high school. However, not once did she believe she would have to use her ability.

Then, The Snap happened.

It didn’t take long for things to get out of hand. Sure, people pretended life was normal, but Mei saw the situation for what it was. Crime, looting, and chaos were rampant all across Manhattan; where before they had heroes to keep criminals at bay, those heroes were gone now. What remained of the police force couldn’t manage the drastically increasing crime rate, and Mei knew it for a certainty. She became paranoid, refusing to walk anywhere by herself; she knew what could happen in a crisis like this. And with her father having been an unlucky victim of The Snap, Mei found herself with nobody to turn to. This all came to a head when, one night, she heard a scream from the street below her apartment. Her first reaction was to call the police, but by the time the dispatcher said police were on their way, Mei knew there wasn't any time.

Maybe it was bravery, or perhaps foolishness, but Mei decided she needed to help. Throwing open her window, she managed to scamper down the fire escape just in time to see two men attempting to assault a young woman. It was almost like visceral instinct took over her, as before she knew it, Mei was running toward them without so much as a plan in mind. Muscle memory took control the instant she realized the men were turning on her; somehow, somehow, she was able to chase them off. By the time the police arrived, the men were both long gone.

That week, a nagging feeling in the back of Mei’s mind became more and more intrusive. She had a terrifying realization: the police force was outnumbered. If she hadn’t stepped in, those men would have hurt that young woman. Or worse.

Maybe, just maybe, her ability was good for more than just self preservation.

Notes:

✏️FC is Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail.
✏️Power based off the hyperkinetics from Alphas.
✏️She’s been “heroing” for about a month.

Brass Knuckles

Combat Knives

Red Hoodie

Face Mask

“The Snap”

Mei ran her fingers over the keys of her laptop, keeping her eyes on the screen in front of her. Her hands were moving a mile a minute, a strange-but convenient-side effect of her ability. Freakishly fast typing speed came in handy in an intensive college course. The professor’s words bounced around the room, a microphone attached to his clothing, ensuring even students hiding in the back of the room could hear him. Mei, however, was perfectly comfortable sitting front-and-center. It motivated her, somehow.

Looking up over her screen, she watched as the professor moved to the next slide. Mei closed her eyes for a moment, realizing she still had a half hour left in this class. Fucking gen ed classes. Opening her eyes, she noticed the professor frozen in place, staring forward at his students. The next thing Mei knew, there was screaming coming from behind her. Whipping her head around, she watched as students in the audience began crumbling to dust. People she knew collapsed into ash; others sprinted out of the classroom, practically trampling each other to escape.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” Mei stuttered, scrambling out of her seat.

“M-Mei…”

Mei turned to see her professor stumbling forward, a strangled cry coming from him. She recoiled in fear as he reached out to her, as if touching him would cause her to suffer the same fate. His legs gave out beneath him as they vanished, leaving only dust where there once was a man. Mei raised her hands to her face, but they remained intact. Looking around, she could see there were others still alive. Screams erupted from outside, and the faint sounds of car horns blared in the distance. With trembling hands, Mei grabbed her phone, dialing her father’s number.

She tried once.

Twice.

Three times.

Nothing.

In the days following the crisis, Mei came to learn that her father had vanished, along with half the population of earth. Mei found herself troublingly alone, what few friends she had either dead or in a psychiatric ward. After a month, NYU tentatively resumed classes, consolidating the remaining students into classes with whatever professors were still alive. What she found truly sickening, though, was how normal people pretended to be. As if each and every one of them wasn’t brutally traumatized by what happened.

As if nothing happened at all.

Maybe it was how they chose to cope, she thought, trying to find some semblance of empathy in herself. But her father was dead, like so many others, and she found that pretending life could be the same impossible. She watched as the city she loved grew into a crime-ridden underworld; people were simply desperate. People she saw as heroes-Daredevil especially-were gone, and the police force was grossly outnumbered by criminals. Mei felt normality was a concept that was entirely foreign to her now.

Someone needed to step up.