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The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

@Vec Well, I know some people who are also uncomfortable using real people as face claims, but it is required for this roleplay so! Please PM me with your character ideas and Im sure we can find someone to fit your needs! And if not I'm afraid my fellow GMs might be a bit iffy with anything else :(

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

k den, ill try to find something... otherwise, i'll just stick with written description

@Vec

Sorry, don't mean to be rude but I'm just wondering why you're keen on not using face claims? Do you need assistance picking one out?

Liriia's Characters

Melanie Fa

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● N A M E ●

Melanie Fa Bain
_{- Goes by Mel or Fa usually. No preference.}

● A G E ●

23

● G E N D E R ●

Female

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

Cashier and tarot reader at Pagan Dreams, and she also helps out at her family's funeral home, Bain Funeral Home, and the connected cemetery.
_{- The family business just runs in Melanie's blood, so she happily helps out with funeral services and grave maintenance. When it comes to Pagan Dreams, however, she is merely drawn to the cute little store by aesthetic alone, and her hobby of collecting oddities has grown graciously since her employment there.}

● L O O K S ●

To the eyes of many, Melanie Fa isn't much of a looker. With a round face, soft features, wide-spread eyes, and glossy, self-cut hair, she is quite an oddity in of herself. Make up is an unknown concept to Melanie, but due to her spoiling parents she is often presented with various colorful and glittery kits that she will at times paint herself in a rather "imaginative" kind of way. Thanks to her mother, Melanie has a much higher pitched, daintier voice, and her Chinese features stand out prominently due to her mixed heritage. Her eyes, though wide set, are almond shaped and dark in color, and her lips are doll-like and often split into a wide, curious smile.

Much like the strange things she hunts for and collects, Melanie holds herself with an aura of mystery and elusiveness. She walks turned in on herself, as if protecting her chest from some unknown attack, and often holds an expression of intrigue even during the most drab of conversations. Being literally bone-thin, Melanie often looks as though her clothes are eating her, and perhaps that is how she likes it! Her fashion sense is rather interesting, consisting of outfits she has torn apart and sewn back together. In all honestly, she is best described as "trashy" in terms of what she wears, but it seems Melanie considers herself to be quite fashion forward!

Despite being a college drop out and a recluse, Melanie happily speaks her mind to stranger and those in town who actually know her (whether they like her or don't). Posture wise she is a bit awkward, walking around with her head down and searching rather than leaving it high to keep her shoulders from turning in. Her steps are dainty and silent, a side effect from working in a graveyard-- and this is because her father always told her, "Walk like you wish the dead to keep sleeping". Besides all that, she has no noticeable tattoos save for a colorless UFO pinned directly to her collarbone, and her arms are covered in cuts and bruises from her treks into the woods.

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● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

Melanie Fa is just your normal, everyday, bone-collecting, crystal cleaning, trash-wearing girl! Well, actually, most to none of those traits can be considered normal, but perhaps that is just to her liking. A woman with a curiosity that goes deeper than most gold mines, Melanie can often be seen as the towns nosy-kook, asking various questions to neighbors or customers when she is in the mood to talk. Her fashion sense and odd hobbies often keep people from approaching, but it doesn't seem to bother her too much. Her mother jokingly calls her a recluse, but she might not be too far off. Melanie just likes the quiet, and the silence offered in her room or at Pagan Dreams keeps her content in various ways, and with the way people avoid her she just ends up in the quiet more often.

She doesn't feel emotions too strongly. If anything, her curiosity towards the occult and unknown is what keeps her going throughout the day. Take away her hobby and all that is left is a quiet, mousy girl with a habit of staring at one thing for too long. She's intelligent but a bad student, and was unable to keep up with her college work which lead to her eventual drop out when she turned twenty-one. This bump in the road actually hit her harder than she might let on, and there are days when some may notice a forlorn and guilty look in Melanie's eye. Despite this, Melanie attempts to keep a happy-go-lucky attitude about life and wanders through Verona always looking for something new to discover. Where most might hate their home town, Melanie adores the rustic little Verona, and she lets her pride out in her journal entries and curious rambles.

Despite her light disposition, Melanie easily succumbs to lethargy when she is unable to do the things she loves, and she is prone to bouts of serious depression during the autumn and winter months. Being cooped up in one place for too long without an occult book to read or an animal bone to research leaves her feeling rather antsy, and she is much too meek to defend herself from Verona's thick-skinned bullies. Even with her bright curiosity, Melanie can get lost in her own head, and most may notice her day dreaming throughout the day. She is easily distracted and easily pushed down, but still somehow manages to pull herself back up to find more dead things and pretty rocks in the woods. Nothing can kill her vibe for too long. She is nothing else if not resilient.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

When it comes to sex, Melanie is rather uninterested. Identifying as asexual, she would much rather form meaningful friendships than sexual relations. Then again, due to Melanie's odd habits and hobbies, she is barely able to make any friends worth keeping. If she were ever to get romantically involved with anyone, they would have to be completely fine with her distaste for contact and her interests. Anyone who can accept her may have a shot at winning her attention.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Born to George and Fa Lui Bain, Melanie Fa was raised up in Verona, Washington as the possible heir to her father's funeral home. She was raised well, spoiled stupid, and basically grew into her odd ways by the time she was seven thanks to her parents' own weird interests in the dead and occult. The first oddity she found for herself was what her father called an "Indian Arrowhead", or a stone that looked like one at least. She was endlessly fascinated by the little object, and kept it hidden away in a small box below her bed. Later through the years, that box grew full of strange artifacts she considered "odd"-- clean bones of some poor dead bird or deer, muddy crystals found in the river near the family's house, antique candy wrappers she found while looking through main street shops, her own fallen-out baby teeth; anything and everything others may consider weird.

Her hobbies only grew as she got older, and her family's wish for her to take over the funeral home were shot dead when Melanie actually got into a college of her choice. She was hoping to get out of Verona for a bit to expand her collection and perhaps get a degree in archaeology. The two years she spent out of Washington, however, were some of the hardest in her life. Without the comfort of her family and due to her weird interests she barely accumulated a social standing and was endlessly stressed by the amount of school work she had no interest in completing. If anything came out of her college years, it would be the gathering of much more expensive artifacts. Skulls and geodes and charms and old, old history tomes; everything she found out of Verona was much bigger and much more real.

Sadly, skulls and geodes couldn't keep her in school, and Melanie returned to Verona at the age of twenty-one with no degree and no inspiration to go back out into the world. Her parents happily let her back into their home, and she was set back on the path to inherit the funeral home. Being much more calm in her familiar home surroundings, Melanie sought out a job at the local wiccan shop and continues investigating the woods surrounding the town in search of new oddities. The next two years of her life were spent working as a clerk and tarot card reader at Pagan Dreams, watching the stars for any crashing UFOs, and searching the undergrowth for any rotting corpses.

Everything changed that one fateful week, when the odd sickness struck Verona's residents. Melanie herself was caught with the illness and suffered intense migraines and fatigue for two days straight. When she finally came to after a long, long sleep, she felt fine. Oddly enough, she felt completely okay. Nothing was amiss... For the day at least, When night came, and Melanie was getting ready to sleep, a sudden misty feeling over took her mind, and a voice that was her own but not under her control whispered, "In the rain and mud tomorrow soon, the Madame will arrive to collect her boon."

Obviously confused and smitten by the strange prophecy she uttered, Melanie quickly wrote down what she remembered and read it over fifty times before drifting into a light sleep. The next morning, rain splattered against her window, and downstairs she could hear the deranged whines of an older woman. As Melanie creaked down the stairs, she saw a an unfamiliar face. The woman in question was requesting something her husband was buried with, some that was beneficial to her. A boon, if you will.

In the rain and mud tomorrow soon.

The Madam will arrive to collect her boon.

Melanie never doubted a coincidence, never ever. But she would need more research before anything massive could be proven... And what was she trying to prove, you may ask? Well, is it possible to become a prophet over night, of course!

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● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Precognitive Speech

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Mystic

● A B I L I T I E S ●

Melanie is able to recite prophecies of the future involuntarily. Normally she falls into a trance-like state, and while she often remembers what she says after the fact she has no rhyme or reason to how they initially start coming to her. The prophecies come out in riddles most of the time, leaving Melanie and those around her up to figuring out what the mysterious future event actually means. Those are able to tell when Melanie is about to start reciting her prophecies when her face takes on a completely emotionless mask. Eventually, Melanie will be able to control her trances and speak of future events on her own wishes.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

- Melanie's power is speech-based. Gag her mouth and she will have no other way to use her power.
- Al of her tellings are unexpected and she is unaware of them before the trance takes over.
- They come out in the form of riddles, and take some time to decipher.
- Melanie's memory of her own prophecy may fade over time if she does not immediately write down what she has heard.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Richard King

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● N A M E ●

Richard Shannon King
_{- Goes by King only! Any other nicknames are sorely unappreciated.}

● A G E ●

17

● G E N D E R ●

Male

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

High school student
_{- Being the son of a rather grandiose CEO has its perks, that being he really hasn't had much of a reason to go out and work. This, of course, has it's downsides however, and let's just say King isn't necessarily looking forward for a future without his mother's money on hand at all times.}

● L O O K S ●

If Verona has anything worth while, it's pretty boys, and Richard King may be the star-angel on top of the Christmas tree of douche-baggary that such a title entails. Blessed with the best face European ancestry can buy, King is a fellow with good looks and he is well aware of it. With dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a grin that can cut down even the thickest of egos, it's no wonder King has such a big head. General narcissism keeps him looking the right amount of tousled, as he stops in front of any mirror in his way just to make sure he's looking his tip-top best. From working out for quite a few hours every week and keeping a strictly vegetarian diet (inspired by his mother), King works hard to keep up appearances.

His skin is ultimately peachy, just a shade darker than the usual Scottish sheet-white, and in the summer he is known to over-apply sunscreen to keep from burning alive. He bears a rather round jawline, though it does not to detract from his symmetrical face and vivid expression. Standing at a sturdy 6'1", he often times towers over his peers in high school, much to his own glee. His long legs helps greatly as one of the two running backs for Lincoln Memorial High School's one( and only) football team. Those who know him from football or school also may notice his seemingly thick aura of confidence, or- in general terms, his blatant disregard for the looks and feelings of others. He walks with his head high even as others try to tear into, and it is almost as if he has heard half of whatever someone has to say to him before, in a much worse light.

In his kingdom, his life, his head, King is a reigning superstar. His confidence may not be easily broken, but if one is able to crack his facade they may notice King's flinches when it comes to physical contact, or his odd fashion choices involving sweatshirts and long-sleeved shirts at all times of the year. Underneath his clothing lay a variety of scars and bruises, which can be easily written off as old battle scars from schoolyard shuffles but are in actuality remnants of fights with his controlling father. The most prominent scar lies on his right forearm, scaling around the crease of his elbow. This scar remains as raised flesh, ghastly white in color, and seems to be a constant anxiety trigger for King if others see it.

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● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

Young boys are full of rage, and King is no exception. A rather high-strung boy with his only outlets in life being football and music, Richard King can be considered very out of control with his emotions. Most will blame hormones, other may write it up to be his spoiled upbringing. King just really considers himself to be "living up his youth" by acting out so often. Teenage angst, teenage rage, teenage lust, he lets these emotions go wild within him because he thinks it's the right thing to do! Of course, this leads to him being a rather cruel person, especially when it comes to people he deems weaker or less influential than him. He'll barely bat an eyelash when meeting new people, and seems more keen on being an asshole then actually forming meaningful relationships with someone he doesn't consider worthy.

Despite not seeking friendships from strangers, King finds some enjoyment in flirting. While is style of flirting may not be entirely enjoyable, in fact it may border on annoying to some people, he knows his boundaries enough to know not to put his hands on someone, and seems to be very keen on personal space in general. King is a carnivorous, asshole pre-Frat boy, but he still seems to hold some humanity, especially for younger children and animals. He seems to bond quicker with people who hold him in decently high esteem while also drawing him in with an odd formula of kindness. His closest friends are often some of the softest people, oddly enough, but this may be because of time instead of similar personalities.

King is quick to insult, and quicker to fight. If anyone dares to threaten him or his (few but close) friends King will not bee able to resist putting them in their place. Despite this, King is also quick to flinch during certain situations. He is a high-functioning anxious teen, meaning while he doesn't easily get anxiety attacks he does experience them, and they are often times extremely uncontrollable. All of his mental blocks come from his verbally and physically abusive father, who often times knocks King down so hard that he has trouble getting back up in the end. This abuse is the cause of King's incredibly thick, conceited skin.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

King, despite his rather heterosexual-feeling vibes, is actually a freewheeling bisexual with a distinct interest in beautiful people. He cares entirely for the face of his significant other, as seen through his countless attractive exes. Currently, King seems content with simply just hooking up at parties and weaving around any personal confessions from strangers.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Victoria Sawyer was a powerful woman in Seattle, acting as a CEO in a well-known technology company that is currently working on upgrading the soft wear to most smartphones. Despite working nearly every day, nine to six, Victoria somehow managed to find love. The love in question was a one Henry King, a rather affluent author who's stories often focus on the despairs of war and political disputes. The two hit it off, and after a few years of engagement married and moved off to Verona, Washington. Sure, the move made commuting to work so much harder for the poor woman, but that was just a minor set back to her career. The first major obstacle that occurred from this marriage, however, came in the form of another life.

Richard King was born one bright August day to a work-sick mother and n absent father. While Victoria seemed to despise her son for getting her off work for a few months, the moment he opened his mouth to cry she fell in love. Her usual cold demeanor faded into a soft motherly glow, and King spent his entire childhood spoiled by his mother and otherwise ignored by his office-dwelling father. Of course, once King was old enough to fend for himself at home, Victoria gave birth to another child. King's sister, Astrid, was a quiet ball of sunshine. Victoria and King watched over her like hawks. Henry was, once again, just another quiet soul in the massive house.

Eventually, Victoria returned full time to work, leaving a young nine-year-old King alone to watch after his sister. King often times spent his days with the neighbors, befriending the young Alice who often played put in the garden with his sister while also finding comfort in the homeyness their household offered.

The first real, real encounter he had with his father was when Astrid accidentally knocked a stack of papers off his desk one winter night. The first thing he remembers is Henry raising his fist to his eight-year-old sister. The next was searing pain, a sharp slap to the face, and a haggard, smoker's voice screaming, "YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF HER-- KEEP HER UNDER CONTROL, DICK."

The abuse escalated through the years as King slowly began to grow rebellious against his father. He was ridiculed for smoking, drinking, loving both genders, playing his guitar too loud, not playing football hard enough. Henry King ruthlessly berated his son, willing him down into nothing but an uncontrollable bully with extreme anxiety and trust issues. His name became a trigger to him, his house was no safe place. The only few things keeping him within those mansion walls were Marie, his distant mother, and their pet bulldog, Knight.

When the sickness hit Verona, King was throwing beer bottles at The Gallery's walls in frustration. The anger was bore form a fresh hand print on his face, a slap to the face from listening to his favorite music just a tad bit too loud for his father's tastes. What hit him first was a headache, a soft tugging on his conscious that willed him to sit down, don't move, don't breathe. It hurt, knocked him stunned for a moment, and then the shivers came. Inexplicable chills that drove him from the walls of the abandoned building back towards Riveredge. Once his feet hit his front lawn, however, dizziness took over, and King would later find out he was discovered passed out on their front steps, seemingly comatose.

And when he awoke, nothing was the same.

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● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Empathy

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Mastermind

● A B I L I T I E S ●

King's empathy, at first, is merely just the ability to view another person's emotions as an aura surrounding them. Emotions appear as various different colors to him, forming almost a kaleidoscope affect with his mind if he happens to be near a crowd of people or interacting with someone who is considerably emotional. Being able to sense emotions may seem useless in a fight, but in reality it makes King a great (and slightly unstable) negotiator, who is able to sense someone's inner turmoil and use it against them if at all necessary. As his powers grow, he soon gains the ability to slightly alter the emotions of others. This ability will not entirely change their mood if the person is able to fend off the foreign emotions, so it is not complete persuasion, instead it can be considered a form of negotiation.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

- King is unable to control the input or output of the emotions around him.
- No possible way to attack or defend self with this ability.
- Experiences intense migraines after attempting to alter someone's emotions.
- Crowds are his downfall; too many emotions can seriously affect his mental health.
- His mood may be altered by the emotions of others, and thus he may be acting on feelings that are not entirely his own.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

On the topic of plagiarism, I once had someone steal bits of a character sheet (word for word!) in order to ship with me. Fun times. Stealing of any kind is a writer's worst nightmare so always be ready to cite sources! If it is not your idea or original work, don't try and pass it off to be! Stealing someone's ideas is cruel and unfair to the original creator, and if you think other wise you may need to set your priorities straight. It's only right to at least @Mention someone if you use their work, and remember: there's a reason colleges can kick you out for using the words/art/code/research of another person without referencing back to the original work.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Happy first weekend of the Mundane! I'm ready for all these character sheets!

Liriia's Characters

Richard King

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● N A M E ●

Richard Shannon King
_{- Goes by King only! Any other nicknames are sorely unappreciated.}

● A G E ●

17

● G E N D E R ●

Male

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

High school student
_{- Being the son of a rather grandiose CEO has its perks, that being he really hasn't had much of a reason to go out and work. This, of course, has it's downsides however, and let's just say King isn't necessarily looking forward for a future without his mother's money on hand at all times.}

● L O O K S ●

If Verona has anything worth while, it's pretty boys, and Richard King may be the star-angel on top of the Christmas tree of douche-baggary that such a title entails. Blessed with the best face European ancestry can buy, King is a fellow with good looks and he is well aware of it. With dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a grin that can cut down even the thickest of egos, it's no wonder King has such a big head. General narcissism keeps him looking the right amount of tousled, as he stops in front of any mirror in his way just to make sure he's looking his tip-top best. From working out for quite a few hours every week and keeping a strictly vegetarian diet (inspired by his mother), King works hard to keep up appearances.

His skin is ultimately peachy, just a shade darker than the usual Scottish sheet-white, and in the summer he is known to over-apply sunscreen to keep from burning alive. He bears a rather round jawline, though it does not to detract from his symmetrical face and vivid expression. Standing at a sturdy 6'1", he often times towers over his peers in high school, much to his own glee. His long legs helps greatly as one of the two running backs for Lincoln Memorial High School's one( and only) football team. Those who know him from football or school also may notice his seemingly thick aura of confidence, or- in general terms, his blatant disregard for the looks and feelings of others. He walks with his head high even as others try to tear into, and it is almost as if he has heard half of whatever someone has to say to him before, in a much worse light.

In his kingdom, his life, his head, King is a reigning superstar. His confidence may not be easily broken, but if one is able to crack his facade they may notice King's flinches when it comes to physical contact, or his odd fashion choices involving sweatshirts and long-sleeved shirts at all times of the year. Underneath his clothing lay a variety of scars and bruises, which can be easily written off as old battle scars from schoolyard shuffles but are in actuality remnants of fights with his controlling father. The most prominent scar lies on his right forearm, scaling around the crease of his elbow. This scar remains as raised flesh, ghastly white in color, and seems to be a constant anxiety trigger for King if others see it.

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● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

Young boys are full of rage, and King is no exception. A rather high-strung boy with his only outlets in life being football and music, Richard King can be considered very out of control with his emotions. Most will blame hormones, other may write it up to be his spoiled upbringing. King just really considers himself to be "living up his youth" by acting out so often. Teenage angst, teenage rage, teenage lust, he lets these emotions go wild within him because he thinks it's the right thing to do! Of course, this leads to him being a rather cruel person, especially when it comes to people he deems weaker or less influential than him. He'll barely bat an eyelash when meeting new people, and seems more keen on being an asshole then actually forming meaningful relationships with someone he doesn't consider worthy.

Despite not seeking friendships from strangers, King finds some enjoyment in flirting. While is style of flirting may not be entirely enjoyable, in fact it may border on annoying to some people, he knows his boundaries enough to know not to put his hands on someone, and seems to be very keen on personal space in general. King is a carnivorous, asshole pre-Frat boy, but he still seems to hold some humanity, especially for younger children and animals. He seems to bond quicker with people who hold him in decently high esteem while also drawing him in with an odd formula of kindness. His closest friends are often some of the softest people, oddly enough, but this may be because of time instead of similar personalities.

King is quick to insult, and quicker to fight. If anyone dares to threaten him or his (few but close) friends King will not bee able to resist putting them in their place. Despite this, King is also quick to flinch during certain situations. He is a high-function anxious teen, meaning while he doesn't easily get anxiety attacks he does experience them, and they are often times extremely uncontrollable. All of his mental blocks come from his verbally and physically abusive father, who often times knocks King down so hard that he has trouble getting back up in the end. This abuse is the cause of King's incredibly thick, conceited skin.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

King, despite his rather heterosexual-feeling vibes, is actually a freewheeling bisexual with a distinct interest in beautiful people. He cares entirely for the face of his significant other, as seen through his countless attractive exes. Among a sea of gorgeous people lies his most famous relationship, that being with a one Aiden Philips. The two were seen as a power couple back in the day, but issues arose from their relationship and the two broke it off on nasty terms. Currently, King seems content with simply just hooking up at parties and weaving around any personal confessions from strangers.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Victoria Sawyer was a powerful woman in Seattle, acting as a CEO in a well-known technology company that is currently working on upgrading the soft wear to most smartphones. Despite working nearly every day, nine to six, Victoria somehow managed to find love. The love in question was a one Henry King, a rather affluent author who's stories often focus on the despairs of war and political disputes. The two hit it off, and after a few years of engagement married and moved off to Verona, Washington. Sure, the move made commuting to work so much harder for the poor woman, but that was just a minor set back to her career. The first major setback that occurred from this marriage, however, came in the form of another life.

Richard King was born one bright August day to a work-sick mother and n absent father. While Victoria seemed to despise her son for getting her off work for a few months, the moment he opened his mouth to cry she fell in love. Her usual cold demeanor faded into a soft motherly glow, and King spent his entire childhood spoiled by his mother and otherwise ignored by his office-dwelling father. Of course, once King was old enough to fend for himself at home, Victoria gave birth to another child. King's sister, Marie, was a quiet ball of sunshine. Victoria and King watched over her like hawks. Henry was, once again, just another quiet soul in the massive house.

Eventually, Victoria returned full time to work, leaving a young nine-year-old King alone to watch after his sister. King often times spent his days with the neighbors, befriending the young Alice who often played put in the garden with his sister while also finding comfort in the homeyness their household offered.

The first real, real encounter he had with his father was when Marie accidentally knocked a stack of papers off his desk one winter night. The first thing he remembers is Henry raising his fist to his six-year-old sister. The next waas searing pain, a sharp slap to the face, and a haggard, smoker's voice screaming, "YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF HER-- KEEP HER UNDER CONTROL, DICK."

The abuse escalated through the years as King slowly began to grow rebellious against his father. He was ridiculed for smoking, drinking, loving both genders, playing his guitar too loud, not playing football hard enough. Henry King ruthlessly berated his son, willing him down into nothing but an uncontrollable bully with extreme anxiety and trust issues. His name became a trigger to him, his house was no safe place. The only few things keeping him within those mansion walls were Marie, his distant mother, and their pet bulldog, Knight.

When the sickness hit Verona, King was throwing beer bottles at The Gallery's walls in frustration. The anger was bore form a fresh hand print on his face, a slap to the face from listening to his favorite music just a tad bit too loud for his father's tastes. What hit him first was a headache, a soft tugging on his conscious that willed him to sit down, don't move, don't breathe. It hurt, knocked him stunned for a moment, and then the shivers came. Inexplicable chills that drove him from the walls of the abandoned building back towards Riveredge. Once his feet hit his front lawn, however, dizziness took over, and King would later find out he was discovered passed out on their front steps, seemingly comatose.

And when he awoke, nothing was the same.

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● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Empathy

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Mastermind

● A B I L I T I E S ●

King's empathy, at first, is merely just the ability to view another person's emotions as an aura surrounding them. Emotions appear as various different colors to him, forming almost a kaleidoscope affect with his mind if he happens to be near a crowd of people or interacting with someone who is considerably emotional. Being able to sense emotions may seem useless in a fight, but in reality it makes King a great (and slightly unstable) negotiator, who is able to sense someone's inner turmoil and use it against them if at all necessary. As his powers grow, he soon gains the ability to have a slightly alter emotions of others. This ability will not entirely change their mood if the person is able to fend off the foreign emotions, so it is not complete persuasion, instead it can be considered a form of negotiation.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

- King is unable to control the input or output of the emotions around him.
- No possible way to attack or defend self with this ability.
- Experiences intense migraines after attempting to alter someone's emotions.
- Crowds are his downfall; too many emotions can seriously affect his mental health.
- His mood may be altered by the emotuions of others, and thus he may be acting on feelings that are not entirely his own.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

POST SPOT FOR LATER USE MAYBE

RESERVING HUNTER PARRISH
POWER WILL BE EMPATHY

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Jump kicks

HEY THERE NEW AND OLD BLOOD IM BACK BITCHES

★ Wanderlust ★

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King's friends vanished inside, one after another. Between each quiet moment, he would think. Think about the odd pressure he felt from the room beside them. Think about his sister's well being, the odd drink he just tasted, the millions of people sleeping outside this very moment. Boredom grew within him like a plague, and every time someone returned it churned into something more sinister; anger, confusion, annoyance. Every body that entered that damned shop came back with everything BUT what they needed! Mal's initial response planted a seed of thought within King for a moment, and the return of Jess and Aiden only strengthened the curiosity until he finally stood, grumbling softly.

“Are you guys serious? How hard is it to ask for a damn spell?” He approached the curtain with certainty, glancing back at the idiots he begrudgingly called friends with a simple, vicious smile, “Since you all are so easily conned, I guess I'll just have to get the spell. Sit tight.”

King pushed his way into the backroom with a high head and a confident smile, and almost immediately his head ached with pressure. He was trying to keep something out, something foreign and magical. He took a moment to breathe, in and out, and straighten, pushing back the suggestions that filled the air slowly and surely. Something as simple as compulsion magic wasn't going to get him again, oh no. King grinned as his mind whispered-- You are stronger than that. The man standing near the register seemed caught off guard by King's nasty expression, but he quickly saved face and approached with glittering cheeriness.

"How do ya do! You must be friends with the other three, yes?"

“Yep, that's me. You must be the con artist who sold them all junk.”

Again, the broker seemed caught off guard. His eyes widened slightly behind wire-rimmed glasses, head tilting as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Con artist? Me? Oh, sir. You couldn't be more wrong. I'm just a simple salesman-- that's all." He approached, gliding across the floor easily. The candles fluttered as he passed, glittering with their own magic. King inhaled and tasted it on his tongue; compulsions. Thoughts to buy buy buy-- he didn't need all these. As the broker laid a hand on his shoulder King grinned, head tilting back simply. Their eyes met; emotions burned. Confusion and fear and rage. A single thought that wasn't his own came in between them at this exchange of expressions:

This isn't working.

King pushed the broker back with a simple shove and held out a hand to the candles. Wind spurred, just a soft breeze, and the flames were extinguished. “You know, there are better ways to con people. You could blackmail them a bit, that always works.” He surged forward on his toes, smiling as the broker fell back to lean against the counter. “Or you could slap 'em around a bit, people that are afraid will always be ready to buy their way to freedom, hmm?” He snatched the front of the broker's robes, pulling the smaller man closer with a grunt. The broker was already quaking mentally, his thoughts a mess of jumped conclusions and spells to use.

King's smile took a dark turn. “I can hear you, idiot.” Before any verbal spell could be said, King brought his fist up and clocked the man square in the jaw. With that the broker's expression crumbled and he flinched back, hard, eyes falling to the ground in defeat as his glasses tumbled off into the distance.

"You wanted the counter-spell, huh? That's it? He growled, licking his split lip.

“That's it. Come on, fork it over--” He lifted the broker up slightly, knuckles white, “with a discount, if possible. His smirk turned simpler, more innocent, a mask of merriment in a situation of violence. The broker seemed to take this in with a small sigh, and it was only after he bowed his head in agreement that King put him down. He rounded the counter with a passive expression and pulled out a simple wooden box. The contents within were mostly paper; scrools and parchments that looked as though they could be centuries old. One in particular was glowing a light blue, as if it were ready to be set off at any moment. The broker passed him the glowing parchment with a slight shake to his fingers.

"This should undo the sleeping spell put on the city. You'll have to take it to a large field of a high point to cast it. There are instructions on the pager, however." He stared pointedly at his feet, seemingly defeated, and King snorted.

“Thanks. And hey, don't make this a fucking habit. Sleeping cities and other shit like this are just asking to be bombed.” He shoved the page into his back pocket easily, and, before leaving to rejoin his group, he rounded the store in search of something. The broker stared ahead blankly, watching as King snatched up an odd looking camera to examine it. “WHat's this do?”

The broker tilted his head, "You can take images of ghosts with that camera-" A few coins slipped forward and smacked against his chest-- quarters. King's head tilted to one side at the broker's confused expression.

“Im taking it. Hope that's enough-- See ya.” And with a single nod and devilish smirk, he exited.

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“Hey guys, good news” King said with a smile, slipping back into the room with his bruised knuckles hidden behind his back. His free hand held out the glowing parchment and the old-timey looking camera, ”I got the spell, and! A gift for Astrid." Both items were thrust forward, and his lightheadedness slowly faded away as the overbearing magic from inside the room finally began to settle.