Name: Emily Carver Age: 18 Appearance: At 5’6” and weighing 55kg Emily is skinny, medium height and beautiful. Her waist length blond hair is normally let loose. She has green eyes, a button nose and nearly always smiling. Emily normally wears dresses or jeans and t-shirts, and they all are colourful and vibrant. Demon: Nightmare Personality: Tries to be cheerful, and optimistic. Sometimes looks like shes about to cry. Bio: Before the demon woke up inside of her Emily was a happy and bubbly girl. Friendly to all she was the person everyone tried to become friends with. That was until the demon started whispering in her head. Giving information on everyones worst fears and even projecting everyones worst nightmares to them. They didn’t know it was her but would get a sense of unease every time she was around them. This caused people to start avoiding her making her feel even worse. So much that she started getting nightmares herself.
Alex who had been following the group and setting things on fire was staring at his hand, which he had somehow set on fire. Hearing the cheers he looked up in amazement as Nyra flew overhead. He ran over to Basco and Lavender looking excited "Guys…she's flying like…well like a dragon." He turned at the sound of Nyra landing on the ground and waved with his still flaming hand. "Thats so cool" he said animatedly
Hair Color: Long black with white tips, normally in a ponytail with a jade ring woven in.
Eye Color: Grey
Ethnicity: Oriental
Physical Appearance: Lee has an average height and a low weight but has extremely firm muscles on his arms and legs. There is no fat on his body only muscle. His grey eyes don’t waver when looking at things, be it people, or objects. His mouth has a crooked scar on the right side on both lips, running up and down. His nose is slightly crooked due to it being broken twice in fights.
Attire: Lee normally wears clothes that allows him to run. Normally this is a t-shirt and a hoody, with sleeves rolled up, with a tracksuit and trainers. He normally wears a necklace around his neck with a black dragon attached (meant to represent himself). On his arms, he has two dragon tattoos coiled around his arms (representing his brother and father. Either with headphones in or an earpiece he is either singing or talking.
Personality
Innate & Outward Personality: Outwardly his personality is a mix between friendly, angry and interested. He flitters from emotion quickly and rapidly depending on who he’s talking to. To friends he normally is funny and calm but can anger sometimes but will eventually forgive them. To the people who work for him he is the boss. Powerful, but hard to anger he has only once called everyone to pick up weapons to fight a rival gang. He leads through a mix of fear, respect and honour. You respect him, he respects you. You dishonour with him and he will bring hell on you. Hobbies/Interests: -Crime -Fitness -Fighting Skills/Talents: -Has a high stamina, -Really agile, uses it to do parkour if needed -Fairly decent fighter -Learnt how to pick a lock -Can do advanced maths in his head
History/Bio: Lee was born on December 29th 22 years ago. He was the second son and his father was a known triad member, his mother was the sister of another Triad member. At the age of eight the police arrested his father and many other Triad members leaving his mother with two sons. His older brother, Sun, aged 15 was already a drug runner for the Triad started bringing Lee on his drug runs. The very first night of Lee’s drug running career the police started chasing after them. They ran for a good 10 minutes before the police gave up. This interested Lee for a while until he went to school. At school he became lazy. He would stay indoors, not participate in sports and he started eating a ton of junk foods. Gaining weight he became fat and started getting bullied. This was at the same time his brother got a promotion to overlooking the local area for drug running. His brother never having a good head for numbers got Lee to sort out distribution, money and transportation of drugs. This stopped the bullying as the kids found out he was part of the Triad. This went on for a couple of years, Lee getting fatter but overlooking more of the drugs for the Triads until the police went on another arrest spree. Sun was arrested along with most of the main Triad members. The remaining Triad members were either killed by rivals or over who was to be the next head. Lee ended up becoming the head of what was left of the Triad, mostly drug runners, drug makers, etc, at the age of 17. Expanding his network he slowly regained lost territory and even gaining territory and making new alliances. To do these meets he had to physically go and do it. On the first night when the police came and they all had to run Lee found himself lagging, enough for the police to catch him. Due to there not being evidence the police ended up having to release Lee. This capture caused Lee to go on a fitness freak-out session causing him to drop weight and become fitter. It also caused him to restructure how the drugs were sold and distributed increasing profit and production. To keep his fitness up and to observe how his system is going Lee often goes out at night to monitor his system himself and to deliver to some of his older cliental. He also invests in other ‘legit’ businesses like auto shops and other illegal ones like gambling dens. He runs his business from his gym/boxing center or out on the streets, either on bike or on foot.
Relationships
Family: Father-Xiang ‘Gold’ Jung-Currently imprisoned for drug possession, drug selling, possession of illegal weapons, attempted murder, and a lot more charges. Brother-Sun ‘Quick-step’ Jung-Currently imprisoned for drug possession, drug selling, assault of an officer, and more charges. Mother-Lanfen ‘Flower’ Jung-Employed as an accountant for a company. She knows that he is a crime boss but does not associate herself with him.
Rekugin watched from the corner, leaning on his bow, as the other fighters fought. “hmm this is gonna be interesting” he murmurs under his breath. The human witch had been interesting, the Gothi even more so. The elven woman fought well, a bit violent but still a good fighter. He watched as the latest guy beat the Rothkai woman. He had snorted at laughter over the cause of the fight. Gods! He thought them two drunks but the man fought well, especially seeing as both were matched. He looked up and around the room. There were not that many people left. Some were there now just to gamble now, they had put their weapons aside and watched in interest. Rekugin looked at one of the few people still there to join the band. They were all older than him, some by a few years, some by a decade or more. He was going to have to prove that someone so young as himself was worthy to join the group. Cracking his neck, he glanced at the last Gothi left. Not a giant by Gothi standards but one and a half times bigger than Rekugin. The Gothi wore a leather shirt, with a longsword strapped to his back and a pair of hairy leather trousers and boots. He gulped and closed his eyes for a second before exhaling. Raising an arm through the folds of his robe he pointed to him, “Wanna fight me?” The Gothi started shaking. It took Rekugin a second to realise the Gothi was laughing. “You, wanna fight ME! You ‘re ‘alf my size little man. You wouldn’t even be able to touch me, you little fuck.” Rekugin shook his head “you know you made two mistakes there. The first you should of declined my offer to fight when you had the chance. The second was insulting me, now we have to fight.” The Gothi boomed with laughter and stepped toward the ring, “bring it on. Just know the name of the man who will kill you, Droth’kar” Rekugin walked up to the ring and ducked beneath the rope. Looking at the ground he grimaced and unclasped his cloak and lay it onto the rope in the corner where the rope met the wall. He hoisted his bow up and looked over at the Gothi who was flexing a few meters away. Rekugin heard a gasp and some laughter come from the crowd of gamblers and onlookers. A few mutters, form various converstions, reached his ears. “a boy……gonna die…kill him…what was he thinking.” Droth’kar looked up and started laughing as well, “wanna to leave boy. I’ll let ya, if you say give me a tribute. Tha’ cloak there is good.” Rekugin just shook his head in response wondering why his mouth was so dry. Taking in a long breath he closed his eyes again for a second and reopened them. He could feel the sand shift slightly underneath him as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. He drew two arrows and held one in his left hand along with his bow and the other he nocked on the string. The Gothi roared “YOU READY TO DIE” before raising his sword and lunging at Rekugin. Rekugin flinched and stepped back, bringing a round of laughter from a few onlookers.Staring at Droth’kar he drew the arrow back and snapped of a shot quickly. Not full power but enough for the arrow to whip towards the huge man. Droth’kar noticing the movement of the draw stepped sideways to the left. The arrow hit the bicep of the Gothi, who looked at it and hissed. “BIG MISTAKE BOY!” Grabbing the shaft the Gothi snapped the arrow near the head and threw the shaft away. Pacing forward Droth’kar started swinging his sword in small circles in the air. Rekugin let out a shuddering breath he didn’t realize he was holding and drew the second arrow. He snapped of the shot and realized straight away that it was a bad shot. He had snatched after the arrow, causing it to go askew. Realising how close the Gothi was Rekugin threw the bow over to the ropes by his cloak with out looking. The Gothi was a meter from him now and was swinging with a sword. Gasping Rekugin dove sideways and landed in the sand. Feeling the blade swish over him he felt a tingle in his left calf where the blade had made a shallow but long cut. Scrambling up he drew the two blades from the sheaths on his back and held them with the blades facing down. The Gothi roared and swung the sword down again causing Rekugin to leap backwards to avoid being clashed in two. Feeling the wall, Rekugin pushed off it towards the Gothi as he hoisted the blade up again. Inside the arc of the Gothi’s blade Rekugin slashed at the stomach of Gothi with the two blades parallel. Two lines of blood appeared and a steady trickle of blood started flowing from the wounds. Rekugin gave a satisfied smile and stepped sideways and away from the Gothi. The Gothi checked the wound to see that it was a minor wound. Roaring like a bull, he charged Rekugin, who was trying to get his bow, catching him unaware. Tackling him and knocking the blades out of Rekugin’s hands, he crushed the elf in a bear hug. Rekugin felt the armour he was wearing shifting, and buckling under the pressure. He was struggling to breathe as the air was forced out of his lungs. “TIME TO DIE BOY!” was yelled in his ear but to him it sounded miles away. With his arms pinned to his side he struggled to find a way to fight back. Feeling the feathers on the quivers on his sides, he pulled an arrow from each and worked them up into his palms as quickly as he could. Stabbing backwards, he caught the Gothi in the thighs; twisting the arrows, he pushed them harder and harder on his last breaths of air. The Gothi grunted with pain but kept squeezing, leaning forward to crush the armour harder. He could see everything tingeing with red. Thrashing he jerked his head back caught the Gothi in the nose. Droth’kar gasped with surprise and let go of the elf. Rekugin fell to the floor yanking out one of the arrows form the thigh of Droth'kar, as the Gothi backed away in pain. Rekugin laying on the ground gasping for breath knew he had to act quickly. He could feel the armour he was wearing was warped and felt it pushing his chest in. “That’s it. I'm going to make you die screaming, you little shit!” The Gothi stormed back to his sword and snatched it up and charged at Rekugin. Crawling towards his bow Rekugin snatched it up and turned around to face the Gothi on one knee. He had one of the arrows from before still in his hand, nocked, and drew it. With a scream, the Gothi was upon him and raised the sword executioner style to chop Rekugin into bits. Rekugin released the arrow with eyes closed, waiting for the blade. The blade never came and Rekugin opened his eyes and glanced up. His arrow had gone through the screaming mouth of Droth’kar and lodged into his brain. The arrows broadhead had come out of the skull with a bit of brain still attached. Droth’kar toppled sideways into the sand. Rekugin remained there panting before finally forcing himself to his feet and undoing the straps of his iron armour, he placed it at his feet. Stepping over the huge Gothi he went and retrived his blades and sheathed them. Returning to the rope he grabbed is cloak and threw it over his shoulders and refastened it with a knot and an iron ring. Bending down to pick is bow and armour he stepped over the rope and limped over to the table. “I better be in after that.” He growled before sitting down and wincing
NAME: Detective Henry Wordsley AGE: 34 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: 6ft tall and skinny he has a fairly light build and complexion. Blue eyes, a mop of brown hair and a slightly crooked nose gives his face a slightly devious look too it. He is clean shaven and has a small scar running down his neck. He has two bullet wounds, one on his upper torso on the right side and one on his leg. He also has a knotted scar on the back and front of his left hand. A wide generally smiling mouth with a small scar on his top lip towards the right corner of his mouth. OCCUPATION: Detective LOCATION: London, England, United Kingdom FAMILY/FRIENDS/OTHER: −Benjamin Wordsley (Particle)-His father, aged 76, was part of the Second Division and all the subsequent ones until the Sixth Division. He would say he would retire after every Division but never did until in the AW1 after he got injured and retired properly. −Sharon Heely-Henry’s aunt (Benjamin’s sister) that knows about Benjamin’s powers. She would look after Henry whenever Benjamin was off fighting crime, which was fairly often. He often wondered if Sharon acted like a mother would but decided probably not due to her eccentricity. -Alex Connolly-His partner and the only guy Henry would call a friend. A caffeine addict he is norammlyy always with a coffee cup in hand. He saved Henry's life once by tackling a a crazy knife wielding man. -Clifford-his pet St Bernard. A gentle giant that is a great listener to Henry's theories about cases. -Cypher-An anonymous computer expert/hacker. Henry has never met Cypher in real life. But Henry does get phone calls and packages from Cypher describing a new mission for Elemental to carry out. He has never spoken with Henry with his real voice and has never sent a handwritten letter leading Henry to suspect he has an extensive criminal record and does not want to be captured. With tendril of code into nearly all government organisations he provides info and support when telling Elemental on a mission.
ABILITIES/STRENGTHS: −Elemental control-Able to control the elements of Air, Water, Fire and Earth. Depending on the conditions he is fighting in one element might be stronger e.g. if its raining there is a lot of water so he would fight better with water. Although he is has reasonable control and skill fighting with the elements, it still drains him physically and requires a fair amount of concentration. To counteract the drain of energy he normally keeps some high energy snack bars to eat. −Deduction-Using minimal facts, a highly imaginative mind and a good sense of working out a story he can find out information that most normal people would skip over. −Can do close up magic. Great for distracting adults and children alike while his partner looks for clues. A lot relies on the fact that he uses his powers but some is done by just practice alone. −Decent cook. Loves cooking Asian and Italian cuisines. Still hasn’t got a girl to try his food. −Knows a tone of random facts on many topics, from history to science to art. None of these facts are useful but they are interesting slightly. −Will joke about anything
VICES/WEAKNESSES: −Will joke about anything −He also doesn’t know when to speak or be quiet. He just says what is there. This gets him in a lot of trouble. −Cant do a Rubik’s cube to save his life −Is afraid of tomatoes and children’s playgrounds −Is a meanie when drunk −Procrastinates a lot −He doesn’t really fight close quarters −He is an insomniac so looks like hell most of the time. No one is really sure how he hasn’t cracked and gone crazy yet. −Has trouble talking to women, especially beautiful ones. −Is unable to answer a question quickly if suddenly asked one, and cant answer 50/50 questions −When people laugh around him, he thinks they are laughing about him so he freaks out and checks everything to make sure. −He detests guns, cant stand them. Hates anybody who has one and especially if its aimed in his general direction −Sometimes his powers come out when he is doing stuff like when he once set his trousers on fire at work. −Extremely forgetful he needs to jot down a lot of basic things. -Bit eccentric (most people would be called crazy but Henry is rich so he's considered eccentric)
BACKSTORY: Born in London to Benjamin and Emily Wordsley, Henry was the first and last child to be born to them. His mother died a few hours after childbirth and so Henry grew up without a mother. From a young age he knew his father was different. It was small things like how he cleaned the dishes using high-energy laser, or how he would never wear a coat no matter how cold it was, or that one time he managed to get rid of the snow on their driveway in around 3 second. Small things.
When his dad saw Henry set fire to his bed one day he confirmed what he had feared for a while. Henry also had powers. Benjamin began a long process of training Henry to master his powers and taught him how to keep them hidden. Henry got in some trouble at school for using his power like when swimming (he would move the water to swim quicker) or in cricket (when he changed the air currents so the ball would be caught) or in rugby (where he would be impossible to tackle due to making the ground shift).
Whenever his father was called upon to join the Divisions Henry was sent to live with his aunty Sharon and would watch the news about the Superhero’s saving the world. He would always look out for his father and would call to his aunt to come and watch. He became his dads closest admirer and even when he grew up and became a police officer he did so, so he could be like his dad. A hero. A person that saved people. At the age of 18 as soon as he finished his GCSE’s he applied to become a police officer, only just making it through the basic training due to not being as fit as the other candidates. The one place he excelled in was the written and knowledge exams and that is what balanced out his fitness marks. Two years out of basic police training he was shot in a drug bust gone wrong, once in his right lung and once in his leg shattering the femur. While in hospital he was told that his injuries prohibited form returning to police duty. Still wanting to protect people he made a interesting career change, he became a detective. Applying to the detectives course he passed top of his class, mostly due to the fact that detectives didn’t need high physical skills and more mental skills. As one of the youngest detectives on the London force, only aged 21, he was often given the basic cases until he proved himself one day on a dud case. This led to Henry being given harder cases. Training his mind his powers of deduction became well known for solving hard to solve crimes. He proceeded to continue his job until 6 years ago, aged 28, when he quit his job temporarily to join the Fifth Division.
When the Fifth Division was called on his father recommended he join up as a trial. Henry joined up and fought alongside his father and many other division members. When the alien ships were noticed Henry and his father both responded to the call. It was while defending the Canadian city in the first hour that Benjamin fell of the roof of a house and fell on a car, shattering his hip. Due to this injury Benjamin retired with Henry taking his position in the Sixth Division. Henry helped stop the alien invasion seeing some strong supers die as well. This fact scared Henry and he was unsure whether he would be able to sign up for the next Division. When the aliens left Henry returned to London and reapplied for his job as a detective and continued working as a detective. He often has nightmares about AW1 but has keeps them to himself.
DIVISIONS BELONGING TO: He knew of all the Divisions, because his father used to tell him stories of them, and was part of the Fifth Division as a trial. He was called to join the Sixth Division during AW1 alongside his father. He now belongs to the Seventh Division.
|SUPERHERO//PERSONA|
NAME/TITLE: Elemental APPEARANCE: Elemental wears combat trousers and a tight fitting turtleneck with a black trench coat on top. He wears a pair of black hiking boots and a set of black fingerless gloves. A black mask divided into quarters by gold lines covers his face. TOOLS/WEAPONS: Sorry notes for if the person is unconscious at the end of a fight. A couple of high protein energy bars to eat after a fight. Sometimes hipflask of whiskey for if the fight was really bad. TRADEMARKS: Will never kill anybody, just knock them senseless or enough for them to die later from their wounds. He also apologies to anyone who he injures. Just his sense of honour at work.
