Danvers

Descension {A Modern God RP}

Cupid || God of Desire

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CUPID

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

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𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧 x x x 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	God of desire x x x Roman Desire, erotic love, attraction and affection An eye for an eye || Gone are his arrows of gold, silver and steel, that could cast an instant love upon any whom they pierced, be it god or mortal. Now Cupid must suffer equally as those that he sets upon. Still can he produce love and desire in his targets, but now he sacrifices part of himself for this. The stronger the love and the longer it lingers, the greater the injury to himself. A fleeting moment of lust may only require a few drops of blood but true, ever-lasting love, well...he has only tested that out once and he does not wish to do so again. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	Cristiano Hayes Late 20's He/him Pansexual Escort for Illicit xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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GOD OF DESIRE

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𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔 & 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 Omnia vincit Amor: et nos cedamus Amori... Love was born from beauty. From Venus herself came Cupid. Through arrows he could direct the heart of others; gold was given for a gentle smiting that is easily cured, silver a more compelling love, steel for a love-wound that never heals, and lead to fuel aversion and a desire to flee. With these he was able to conquer, in a way which others feared, for what is more uncontrollable than falling in love? Cupid was unsurprisingly arrogant and mischevious, and likely he would have continued with the frivolities of twisting the hearts of gods and mortals...if not for Psyche. Born of his mothers jealousy over the beautiful princess, it was a slip of the hand that instead led Cupid to fall in love with the mortal. They married and he provided generously for her, with only the promise that he must remain unseen, wishing for her to love him not simply because he was the god of desire. Fed the belief that he was a hideous monster, Psyche one day succumbed to temptation and looked at her sleeping husband. Woken by hot candle wax, Cupid flew away, awakened, irate and injured. Unwilling to give up, Psyche searched for the god, undertaking four cruel and difficult tasks set by Venus in the hope of winning him back. For the last task she was sent to retrieve some of Prosperinas beauty but upon opening the box, was taken by an eternal and truly Stygian sleep. Cupid, who had long since recovered from his wound and unable to bear her absence any longer, found Psyches sleeping corpse. Taking her to Jupiter, he present her with his supplication. Jupiter lent a favouring ear and handed Psyche a cup of ambrosia, giving her an immortal life.

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 Cupid knew as soon as he awoke in that dark chamber that she was gone. To where he did not know but the loss was acute and painful. He searched for her, once trying to push past the invisible barrier that trapped them in Rome. There was maybe a fleeting moment of desire for death but he did not succumb to it and soon returned to safety when the pain became too much. He spent many subsequent years simply waiting, hoping she would return to him but knowing in his heart that she would not. Perhaps someone of a weaker Pantheon would've stayed like this but Cupid knew that Rome would one day need him again, so he shook off his cloak of misery and stepped back into life. And London suited him. He was admittedly cocky. As always but why shouldn't he have been? His powers may have been weakened but this did not mean that desire was any further from his fingertips. He was content with playing with the mortals, manipulating their hearts so that he may benefit from their wealth and power, and eventually leading him to the forefront of British society. It was a flighty way of living but enjoyable for everyone involved. Yet as always he could not resist playing with others and after a perceived wrong from a mortal, Cupid set to making the man fall eternally in love with a woman he could never have. His powers worked, of course, but at a greater price than he had expected. First he was simply weak, then he was coughing up blood, and then...there was nothing. Being in a coma for eight years was nothing to a god but Cupid still found himself frustrated and resentful when he awoke. No longer could he grasp hold of the hearts of others and twist them to his own liking, at least not without the unacceptable risk of harming himself. It also didn't take him long to discover that the world had moved on and Cupid found that his monetary gains had been lost to the passage of time, his wealth sold on by greedy auctioneers and penny pinchers. Part of him knew it would be easy to get it all back but an anger took over him and he fell into the shadows of London. He found a thrill in bare-knuckle boxing. The grimy underworld of fighting suited this more bitter persona, the god of desire figuring that if he was going to get hurt anyway, he may as well get paid for it. At times there his path crossed with those gang members who enjoyed such fighting, and occasionally he would agree to work for them, but it was always fleeting and he cared little about their wars. It was a much needed outlet but fighting was not truly who he was...afterall he was the literal embodiment of 'make love not war'. Now in Seattle, his anger simmered, he has found himself looking back to his old self. A job as an escort for Illicit has proved both entertaining and successful. The gentlest touch of attraction or affection leading to many a happy client, men and women alike sinking into the charms of one who threatens to grasp their heart. But it is, and will always be, just an act. Cupid no longer sees true love on the cards for himself and is ill-inclined to offer it to others, for fear of what harm may come to him. For now he is content enough...though boredom and a desire for more, may inevitably change his mind.

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THE INNER SELF

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𝙑𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙀𝙎 & 𝙑𝙄𝘾𝙀𝙎

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Debonair Roguish Gregarious Calculating Self-serving Nonchalant x Cupids one true fear, of losing his love Psyche, has already come to pass. It is perhaps now of losing himself that he fears, wishing not to sink again into the pits of despair in which he once resided.

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

@RabidPorcupine

Mission: Teacher’s Pet

Location: Lighthouse Island

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“Well this is boring.” Riley groaned, stretching her arms above her head with a small sigh of relief. She’d stood behind the rest, somewhat disappointed to find that the young delinquents were trapped in a plastic cage. Plastic was no fun. It was all dumb and non-malleable - at least by herself. Not that she would’ve tried to break them out or anything. It was just always boring when there was less metal around. Besides, what were they meant to do if they were just stuck in there? Seemed kind of pointless to her.

Leaning against the back wall of the small room they were crowded into, Riley peered absentmindedly at the nails of her left hand which had been painted silver. It was kind of a slapdash job but Riley figured they looked okay. She didn't do well with moments of silence. Or more specifically, she didn't do well without something to occupy her, so she found herself listening to the words of the others, gaze still focused on the tips of her fingers. The conversation was nothing special at first but as she opened her mouth to let out a yawn, she found it morphing into a small snicker as glasses and the old man broke into conversation. Her eyes darted over to the notebook, unable to miss the large words he had scribbled there, which prompted an eye roll from herself. She didn't have long to ponder on this though as the hobo-like man began rapid firing questions at the teenagers, which earned another small laugh.

“Woah, teach has a sadistic side...” She grinned, totally getting the wrong end of the stick. “Does that mean you’ve killed people before?” The teenager questioned, folding her arms across her chest as her attention focused on the older hero, apparently having decided that he was far more interesting. “Go on. What’s your top five...no three, ways that you’ve killed someone?” The question came out breezily as if it were a completely normal thing to ask and her blue eyes looked over at him patiently, waiting for an answer. Or three answers to be more specific. The logical side of her brain muttered that she probably shouldn’t ask such things to a teacher figure but the louder voice thought it was interesting, and slightly amusing.

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《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

@Hitman @SilverPaw

Mission: Teacher’s Pet

Location: Lighthouse Island

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Plop.

A small, somewhat tattered book had landed in the frothy water that was being tossed about behind the sleek cabin cruiser. It looked like it had definitely once belonged to a library, back when paper literature was not just an amusing, and somewhat inconvenient, past time. “Dumb book...” A voice grumbled as the yellowed pages and cracked leather casing began to sink under the waves, destined to be lost forever below the questionably polluted waters. “Dumb dead language.”

She’d been getting bored recently, so Liberty (or mom as she insisted on being called) had gotten her this super duper interesting intro book to Latin. And by super duper interesting she meant ‘why the hell would anyone want to learn a dead language?!’ As far as she knew, she wasn’t good friends with any long dead roman emperors or whatever. And after learning all of their ancient swear words, she’d found herself rapidly losing interest. No doubt she'd be in trouble for tossing it overboard but that was a problem for future Riley, and future Riley wasn't here right now, was she?

Oh well. It was gone now. So long boring ass book.

Immediately forgetting her momentary grievances against ancient languages, Riley peered over the edge of the boat, long white locks spilling over the crown of her head as she watched the water. It was nice to get away from Castleburg...well to a different island at least. Even if it did look like she’d be able to do a full lap of the whole place in less time than it had taken them to get here. Her eyes darted over to the dock as it began to come into view, hopping up from her seat as the boat pulled slowly to a stop.

Humming some top 10 pop song under her breath, she happily followed after the others as they disembarked from the vehicle, sea breeze wafting cooly over the skin that was exposed on her bare arms. Apparently, for it wasn't really a conscious choice, she'd chosen to wear some ripped denim jeans and a light purple...or was it blue, crop top. Maybe not the most appropriate thing for attending the academy but at least everything was clean.

“Yeeeeeah Blaze.” Riley chipped in as the others began to introduce themselves, nudging the pyrotechnic gently in the side with her own elbow, a small smile on her face. “Don’t be so mean about the poor little douchebags.” She hadn’t really wanted to do this mission - mainly after hearing that some of the others were off to fight flying pirates on one of the mag trains - but she figured it might be kinda funny. That and she was pretty curious about what they'd done to get into so much trouble. She'd decided it must be something super terrible and super awesome.

“Anyway, I’m Cassandra Clark, of the cl-...” Pausing mid-sentence, she brought a finger up to her lips, tapping on them softly. “Wait, no that’s not right... I’m Riley. That’s it. Or Polaris, I don’t mind watcha’ call me really.” She shrugged her shoulders as if the lie was little more than a freudian slip. Sometimes it was best just to skim over it, nudge everyone quickly onto the next subject at hand. Either that or try and lie to several people who definitely already knew her real name. "So yeah, when do we get to meet them?"

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《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Polaris

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"Mom says always to play nice but that’s a bit boring… dont ya think?"

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[  NAME  ]

Riley Hart (a.k.a Riley Bardot)

 
[  HERO IDENTITY  ]

Polaris

 
[  NICKNAME/ALIAS  ]

RiRi, Riles, R-Dawg

 
[  AGE  ]

19

 
[ GENDER ]

Female

 
[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O (present)

 
[  APPEARANCE  ]

Appearance

At a height of 5ft 4, Riley cuts a slim figure, although she has a decent degree of musculature from years of dancing and training. Two pretty parents led naturally to the creation of a pretty daughter, and she was often doted on for her bright blue eyes in her younger years. She has a shock of white hair that is usually worn long and loose, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her skin is fair in tone and in the summer months especially her face is usually covered by a good smattering of freckles. Yet despite all this, Riley seems to pay little attention to her appearance. It’s not that she looks bad or her clothes clash or anything, but she does just tend to grab the nearest clean piece of clothing. Certain metal objects also have a habit of trying to stick to her…this is not a fashion choice. It really is very annoying.

 
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Pants on fire- Rileys formative years led her to becoming a rather adept liar. It’s not that she does it purposefully or anything but occasionally she’ll find the odd one slipping out and have to scramble to correct herself…or follow it down the rabbit hole. Usually it’s just white lies but on occasion she’s gotten herself into trouble because of this tricky habit. 
 
Due South - Riley would like to think of herself as a good person but sometimes she finds her moral compass veering away from north. Most often this occurs when she is using her powers, with the young hero tending to get a bit overenthusiastic, forgetting she’s meant to be protecting people. It’s nothing too serious…just a temporary lapse in recognising that other people have feelings and emotions and the ability to be hurt…

Chatterbox - having inherited the gift of the gab, Riley has a way of charming others and can easily make friends when she wants to. She genuinely enjoys being around other people and, as befitting any Hart, does not have a shy bone in her body. Surprisingly she is somewhat oblivious to flirting, and will often have no idea when someone is trying to hit on her. At the age of 13, she went on four dates with a poor boy from her school and even then, still insisted they were only friends.
 
Not just a pretty face - Too clever for her own good, Riley is quick to learn and slow to forget. It also means she’s has a habit of getting bored easily and will often be creating new games to entertain herself. Usually other people end up getting drawn into this, which does not always end well.
 
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger - Riley has no qualms with standing up for herself and can be pretty stubborn when she wants to be. Particularly when it comes to using her powers, she pretty much won’t stop until she’s either defeated them…or passed out from exhaustion.

 
[ BIO ]

Liberty Bardot, a.k.a Miss Phantom, had always wanted to be a hero. That’s how she ended up at LATCH and how, she was sent on a mission to track down a gang of minor villains in Tijuana, Mexico. That was also how, whilst drinking one too many tequilas in an overcrowded bar, did she run into Wyatt Hart. Or Ben Warren, as he had pegged himself at that time. Liberty and Ben had gotten on like a house on fire. He told her about how he’d grown up in Brookside, how his parents had unfortunately suffered at the hands of drugs, and how when he discovered his powers of telepathy (minor he’d said, only with touch and only emotions) he’d started to travel the continent, hoping to help others. Between scouting & surveillance missions, the two would spend all their free time together. And when the gang they had been tracking turned out to be connected to a larger ring of cartels, Liberty asked if she could stay behind in Tijuana. Her phasing powers made her ideal for covert work, so LATCH agreed and she remained in Mexico, and what had once been a simple fling turned into something more. Or so she thought…

Liberty had never planned to have children but when she fell pregnant several months later, she never once questioned about whether she would keep the baby. Afterall, Ben was basically the love of her life. Yet just as they were celebrating the birth of their baby girl, did she receive an alert from LATCH. Bens face had flagged up in their system…an escaped S class villain from the Supermax prison in Castleburg. A murderer. It was over before she’d even had time to register what had happened… Wyatt, sensing that she now knew he was, had taken the baby and ran. Liberty had tried to catch up to them but it was like finding a needle in a haystack, his powers making it near impossible to keep up with him. Distraught, Liberty had flown straight back to Los Angeles, determined to find Riley if it was the last thing she ever did.

With the help of LATCH, after seven and a half years Liberty was able to track down Wyatt and Riley at the very southern point  of Argentina, in a city called Rio Gallegos. Although it was subtle, the Ringmaster had been unable to help leaving a trail of chaos behind him. A mission with months worth of planning behind it, and a handy resistance to telepathy when phasing, led to Liberty finally getting her daughter back, although Wyatt managed to get away…

On spending some time with Riley, Liberty was dismayed to find that her daughter had picked up her fair share of bad habits over the years. For a 7 year old, she was an astoundingly good liar (whether a learnt habit from her father or as a way to try circumvent the telepathy…she didn’t know) and seemed to care little about the emotions or feelings of others. It was far from how she would have raised her. This combined with the recent discovery of her powers made for a bad mix. Determined to make sure she didn’t fall down the path of villainy, Liberty set out to fix her daughter.

Yet they couldn’t stay in one place, for fear he would find them and the two were always on the move. Sure, they might get 6 months, a year…maybe even 2 in one town or city, but always and eventually would they have to move on. Life was more akin to that of a military child for Riley than anything else. It was difficult, and Riley was clever & easily bored, but years of encouragement and keeping her distracted by extracurricular activities, summer jobs, tutors…helped form a young girl who looked a bit less worrying. But the instability had taken its toll on Riley and despite her mother’s best efforts to teach her otherwise, she missed her father. And as Riley’s powers became stronger, her ability and desire to control them became weaker. Liberty knew she was good at heart but the temptation to let loose was sometimes too much. One such incident involved a junk yard and far more rusty metal than the Riley should ever be allowed around. Although no one was killed, a few broken bones and several angry parents, meant that the pair once again had to move towns.

It was only after a few more close calls that Liberty finally gave Riley an ultimatum. She could choose to become a hero…or a villain, but if she chose the latter, than she would personally make sure she was locked up in a Supermax person. Riley laughed about it but eventually aceeded, deciding to take the path of a hero. It was how, just over a year ago, the pair moved to Castleburg, settling down in the borough of North Brigold and how Riley finally signed up to H.E.R.O.

 
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Has a completely reasonable and totally not dumb…fear of robots.

Riley has a habit of singing rather loudly, and unashamedly, whenever she has her earbuds in.

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A+

 

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[ POWERS ]

Rileys powers are based around her ability to control the earths magnetic fields, giving her control over the electromagnetic spectrum and magnetic metals. She can manipulate metallic metals in such a way that she can lift and to an extent, reform them, to her desires. She can also manipulate the fields to give her a degree of levitation and to create forcefields but it’s chucking around metal that she really finds fun.
 
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Although fairly athletic, strength is by no means her, well…strength. She’s not planning on entering herself into any arm wrestling contests anytime soon.
 
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Being involved in sports throughout her life has increased her agility some but it’s mainly her ability to manipulate the earths magnetic fields (and consequently levitate), that puts her at an advantage in this area.
 
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Riley is rather intelligent and by no means a genius, she can easily pick up new skills and abilities. She’s good at thinking on her feet and coming up with plans. 
 
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Riley’s control of magnetic fields allows her to manipulate ferrous metals. This includes being able to lift, mend and reconstruct metallic objects. Particularly in places with man-made structures, this can lead to the potential for immense amounts of damage, although put her in an empty field…and her ability to destroy becomes significantly reduced. 
 
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Similar to destructiveness, Riley’s ability to manipulate metallic metals can be used to potentially lethal ends. Put simply, it’s never a good idea to shoot bullets at Polaris. She also has the potential to manipulate even the iron in the bodies of others but she’s been told she’ll be shipped off to Timbucktu if she ever dares attempt such a thing. Riley personally thinks it might be fun to see Timbucktu.
 
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Riley finds using her powers to be extremely tiring and will often push herself to the brink of exhaustion during fights. If she uses her powers for a sustained length of time or tries to manipulate a particularly large object, she will find herself quickly feeling weak. It is because of this that she can often be found napping after big fights. She once tried to move an entire traffic jam full of cars out of sheer annoyance and boredom…it led to her passing out and being grounded for a month by her mother. 
 
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Being that magnetic fields cover the entirety of the earth, and living in a city with plenty of access to metallic metals, means Riley rarely is unable to use her powers. However this could be mitigated by changing her environment.
 
[ SKILLS ]

Riley picked up a good smattering of Spanish whilst in South America, and was also taught bits & pieces of Russian & French throughout her childhood. Although she’s not entirely fluent in any of them, she definitely knows enough to get by.

 
[ EQUIPMENT ]

Riley carries a handful of small metal objects in her pockets. They’re typically seemingly useless things like a coin, paper clip, sewing needle etc...

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Polaris

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"Mom says always to play nice but that’s a bit boring… dont ya think?"

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[  NAME  ]

Riley Hart (a.k.a Riley Bardot)

 
[  HERO IDENTITY  ]

Polaris

 
[  NICKNAME/ALIAS  ]

RiRi, Riles, R-Dawg

 
[  AGE  ]

19

 
[ GENDER ]

Female

 
[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O (present)

 
[  APPEARANCE  ]

Appearance

At a height of 5ft 4, Riley cuts a slim figure, although she has a decent degree of musculature from years of dancing and training. Two pretty parents led naturally to the creation of a pretty daughter, and she was often doted on for her bright blue eyes in her younger years. She has a shock of white hair that is usually worn long and loose, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her skin is fair in tone and in the summer months especially her face is usually covered by a good smattering of freckles. Yet despite all this, Riley seems to pay little attention to her appearance. It’s not that she looks bad or her clothes clash or anything, but she does just tend to grab the nearest clean piece of clothing. Certain metal objects also have a habit of trying to stick to her…this is not a fashion choice. It really is very annoying.

 
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Pants on fire- Rileys formative years led her to becoming a rather adept liar. It’s not that she does it purposefully or anything but occasionally she’ll find the odd one slipping out and have to scramble to correct herself…or follow it down the rabbit hole. Usually it’s just white lies but on occasion she’s gotten herself into trouble because of this tricky habit. 
 
Due South - Riley would like to think of herself as a good person but sometimes she finds her moral compass veering away from north. Most often this occurs when she is using her powers, with the young hero tending to get a bit overenthusiastic, forgetting she’s meant to be protecting people. It’s nothing too serious…just a temporary lapse in recognising that other people have feelings and emotions and the ability to be hurt…

Chatterbox - having inherited the gift of the gab, Riley has a way of charming others and can easily make friends when she wants to. She genuinely enjoys being around other people and, as befitting any Hart, does not have a shy bone in her body. Surprisingly she is somewhat oblivious to flirting, and will often have no idea when someone is trying to hit on her. At the age of 13, she went on four dates with a poor boy from her school and even then, still insisted they were only friends.
 
Not just a pretty face - Too clever for her own good, Riley is quick to learn and slow to forget. It also means she’s has a habit of getting bored easily and will often be creating new games to entertain herself. Usually other people end up getting drawn into this, which does not always end well.
 
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger - Riley has no qualms with standing up for herself and can be pretty stubborn when she wants to be. Particularly when it comes to using her powers, she pretty much won’t stop until she’s either defeated them…or passed out from exhaustion.

 
[ BIO ]

Liberty Bardot, a.k.a Miss Phantom, had always wanted to be a hero. That’s how she ended up at LATCH and how, she was sent on a mission to track down a gang of minor villains in Tijuana, Mexico. That was also how, whilst drinking one too many tequilas in an overcrowded bar, did she run into Wyatt Hart. Or Ben Warren, as he had pegged himself at that time. Liberty and Ben had gotten on like a house on fire. He told her about how he’d grown up in Brookside, how his parents had unfortunately suffered at the hands of drugs, and how when he discovered his powers of telepathy (minor he’d said, only with touch and only emotions) he’d started to travel the continent, hoping to help others. Between scouting & surveillance missions, the two would spend all their free time together. And when the gang they had been tracking turned out to be connected to a larger ring of cartels, Liberty asked if she could stay behind in Tijuana. Her phasing powers made her ideal for covert work, so LATCH agreed and she remained in Mexico, and what had once been a simple fling turned into something more. Or so she thought…

Liberty had never planned to have children but when she fell pregnant several months later, she never once questioned about whether she would keep the baby. Afterall, Ben was basically the love of her life. Yet just as they were celebrating the birth of their baby girl, did she receive an alert from LATCH. Bens face had flagged up in their system…an escaped S class villain from the Supermax prison in Castleburg. A murderer. It was over before she’d even had time to register what had happened… Wyatt, sensing that she now knew he was, had taken the baby and ran. Liberty had tried to catch up to them but it was like finding a needle in a haystack, his powers making it near impossible to keep up with him. Distraught, Liberty had flown straight back to Los Angeles, determined to find Riley if it was the last thing she ever did.

With the help of LATCH, after seven and a half years Liberty was able to track down Wyatt and Riley at the very southern point  of Argentina, in a city called Rio Gallegos. Although it was subtle, the Ringmaster had been unable to help leaving a trail of chaos behind him. A mission with months worth of planning behind it, and a handy resistance to telepathy when phasing, led to Liberty finally getting her daughter back, although Wyatt managed to get away…

On spending some time with Riley, Liberty was dismayed to find that her daughter had picked up her fair share of bad habits over the years. For a 7 year old, she was an astoundingly good liar (whether a learnt habit from her father or as a way to try circumvent the telepathy…she didn’t know) and seemed to care little about the emotions or feelings of others. It was far from how she would have raised her. This combined with the recent discovery of her powers made for a bad mix. Determined to make sure she didn’t fall down the path of villainy, Liberty set out to fix her daughter.

Yet they couldn’t stay in one place, for fear he would find them and the two were always on the move. Sure, they might get 6 months, a year…maybe even 2 in one town or city, but always and eventually would they have to move on. Life was more akin to that of a military child for Riley than anything else. It was difficult, and Riley was clever & easily bored, but years of encouragement and keeping her distracted by extracurricular activities, summer jobs, tutors…helped form a young girl who looked a bit less worrying. But the instability had taken its toll on Riley and despite her mother’s best efforts to teach her otherwise, she missed her father. And as Riley’s powers became stronger, her ability and desire to control them became weaker. Liberty knew she was good at heart but the temptation to let loose was sometimes too much. One such incident involved a junk yard and far more rusty metal than the Riley should ever be allowed around. Although no one was killed, a few broken bones and several angry parents, meant that the pair once again had to move towns.

It was only after a few more close calls that Liberty finally gave Riley an ultimatum. She could choose to become a hero…or a villain, but if she chose the latter, than she would personally make sure she was locked up in a Supermax person. Riley laughed about it but eventually aceeded, deciding to take the path of a hero. It was how, just over a year ago, the pair moved to Castleburg, settling down in the borough of North Brigold and how Riley finally signed up to H.E.R.O.

 
|  MISCELLANEOUS  |

Has a completely reasonable and totally not dumb…fear of robots.

Riley has a habit of singing rather loudly, and unashamedly, whenever she has her earbuds in.

[ RANKING ]

A+

 

abiltiies

[ POWERS ]

Rileys powers are based around her ability to control the earths magnetic fields, giving her control over the electromagnetic spectrum and magnetic metals. She can manipulate metallic metals in such a way that she can lift and to an extent, reform them, to her desires. She can also manipulate the fields to give her a degree of levitation and to create forcefields but it’s chucking around metal that she really finds fun.
 
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Although fairly athletic, strength is by no means her, well…strength. She’s not planning on entering herself into any arm wrestling contests anytime soon.
 
[ AGILITY ]
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Being involved in sports throughout her life has increased her agility some but it’s mainly her ability to manipulate the earths magnetic fields (and consequently levitate), that puts her at an advantage in this area.
 
[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Riley is rather intelligent and by no means a genius, she can easily pick up new skills and abilities. She’s good at thinking on her feet and coming up with plans. 
 
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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Riley’s control of magnetic fields allows her to manipulate ferrous metals. This includes being able to lift, mend and reconstruct metallic objects. Particularly in places with man-made structures, this can lead to the potential for immense amounts of damage, although put her in an empty field…and her ability to destroy becomes significantly reduced. 
 
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Similar to destructiveness, Riley’s ability to manipulate metallic metals can be used to potentially lethal ends. Put simply, it’s never a good idea to shoot bullets at Polaris. She also has the potential to manipulate even the iron in the bodies of others but she’s been told she’ll be shipped off to Timbucktu if she ever dares attempt such a thing. Riley personally thinks it might be fun to see Timbucktu.
 
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Riley finds using her powers to be extremely tiring and will often push herself to the brink of exhaustion during fights. If she uses her powers for a sustained length of time or tries to manipulate a particularly large object, she will find herself quickly feeling weak. It is because of this that she can often be found napping after big fights. She once tried to move an entire traffic jam full of cars out of sheer annoyance and boredom…it led to her passing out and being grounded for a month by her mother. 
 
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Being that magnetic fields cover the entirety of the earth, and living in a city with plenty of access to metallic metals, means Riley rarely is unable to use her powers. However this could be mitigated by changing her environment.
 
[ SKILLS ]

Riley picked up a good smattering of Spanish whilst in South America, and was also taught bits & pieces of Russian & French throughout her childhood. Although she’s not entirely fluent in any of them, she definitely knows enough to get by.

 
[ EQUIPMENT ]

Riley carries a handful of small metal objects in her pockets. They’re typically seemingly useless things like a coin, paper clip, sewing needle etc...

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

“I don’t need a ritual…” Summer rolled her eyes at Rowans suggestion as her hair colour switched from ginger to black to pink, and back again. She didn’t see the point in helping the others disguise themselves…if they couldn’t do it, she wasn’t going to expend her own magic doing so. They quickly moved past that option though and she listened, uncharacteristically quietly, as the others discussed their plans, with only a few more eye rolls thrown in. Although she'd had a few cat naps in the car, she was feeling tired and even more grumpy than usual. If it had been up to her, they would've just flown to this god forsaken town. Or taken a limousine...at least then she would've been able to stretch her now aching legs. And it was best not to even get her started on the motel room. It was by the far the most bland place she had ever stayed in. Regardless of all of this, they were here now, and she supposed she had no choice but to get on with whatever hellish mission the elders had sent them on.

Letting out a small sigh, she brought up the map of the town on her phone as the other witches begun arguing about whether they should begin the search now or later. She honestly didn’t care but going out at night, when the vampires were at the greatest advantage, seemed kind of dumb to her. After seeing nothing of interest, she shoved her phone into the back pocket of her light denim jeans, before watching with mild regard as Isolde...and then most of the other witches, left the room.

...Leaving her with Jeremy.

The fact that she was put out by this revelation was immediately obvious but before he would be able to comment on her displeased demeanour, her appearance had shifted, morphing into one that was eerily similar to the male witch’s, right down to the grey-blue eyes and neatly pressed clothes. A small smile crossed her (or more accurately his) face before she opened her mouth to speak. “…Potential choke points, optimal spots for ambushes, we have no knowledge of any of these places.” She parroted in a creepily accurate voice before letting out a light laugh in her own southern tone. “God how old are you? You sound like one of the elders.” Summer muttered in reference to Jeremys earlier speech, which although totally sensible, had been a total bore-fest.

Plopping herself on the edge of one of the beds, she lent back on her elbows, gaze still fixed unwaveringly on Jeremy. “So, how do we go about ‘fortifying’ our rooms then? My preference would just be to trick them into thinking we aren’t here but I’m up for pushing a chair under the doorknob or whatever…”
 Despite her mockery, she agreed with most of what he’d said, and he kind of seemed to know what he was talking about. She’d also either forgotten, or had purposefully kept up her guise, meaning that Jeremy was for all intents and purposes, speaking to a clone of himself. Although one with a now much higher pitched voice than his own. "Also, why are you such an expert on vampire hunting? As far as I was aware, most of us were in highschool until not that long ago and I really doubt they've added that to the SATs."

@Rabidporcupine

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Whilst the others had quickly become consumed by fight or flight, vampires scattering the group to the four winds, Caleb had well...taken a nap. It wasn't his fault, not entirely at least, after all keeping look out was boring and having to maintain invisibility for even an hour at a time was tiring as hell. So eventually he'd been unable to resist climbing up the tree they'd parked themselves under and nestling himself atop a surprisingly comfy branch. The ability to sleep anywhere really was a skill that had taken years to acquire. Yet it only felt like minutes before his dreams were interrupted by the smell of...food? Who was cooking? Kind of a weird time to be cooking but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity for a free meal. Plus 2am snacks were always the best kind of snacks.

"Mm...barbeque. Pass me a burger will yo-..." His sleepy mutterings were promptly interrupted by a loud yelp of surprise as his brown eyes latched onto the licks of flames that were crawling steadily closer to him, heat radiating powerfully off of them. One of his legs had been dangling over the edge of the once sturdy branch he'd precariously laid himself upon and he watched for a split second with a mix of mild amusement and shock as one of the laces of his left sneaker caught fire. "Ah, damn it! Masons gonna kill me..." Scrambling backwards from the now dangerously close flames, Caleb suddenly heard a creaking, a snapping and a crunching beneath him. As the branch gave way, he felt his body plummet towards the ground. Eyes closed, Calebs breath hitched instinctively in his throat for a moment before he took a deep gulp of air. Mere milliseconds before he would've hit the cold grass, he stopped, floated above it for a moment and then landed in a much softer (and significantly less bone breaking) manner. He let out a sigh of relief before remembering that his sneaker was still alight. Scrambling onto two feet and then hopping on one foot, he quickly pulled it off before hitting it against the ground until the flames died out. He hissed in pain as he looked at where he'd torn away the canvas material, revealing the now sore and blistered skin underneath "Well, shit..." The teen muttered as he turned to face the graveyard proper, the noises of the ensuing fight finally registering with his still drowsy mind.

He was faced with what could only be described as chaos. It may be surprising to some that he'd managed to sleep through such pandemonium but Caleb had grown up with six brothers and sisters - this was child's play in comparison. Scrunching up his eyebrows in concentration, he tried to remember all of the advice his old man had ever given him about fighting vampires. Unfortunately Caleb had also spent most of those times daydreaming, usually about when he could next go surfing, and all he could remember was 'don't get bitten'. Great Caleb. Totally useful dude. "Fuck it." He shrugged, running over to the nearest figure he could make out in the darkness. The pockets of fire (why was there so much damn fire?!) made it easier to see but even then, at first he couldn't tell whether he was running towards a friend or an enemy. Pain coursed through the top of his foot and ankle but he gritted his teeth, ignoring it as he approached who he could eventually identify as was Iris.

"Oi! Get away from her you...douche...goblin?" He yelled as he approached, shouting the first thing that popped into his head...anything to distract the creature long enough to stop it from clawing at Iris. It wasn't the best insult ever, but he was still kind of sleepy okay? Plus he didn't generally like to insult people, even blood-sucking vampires. It stilled for a moment but when the vampire quickly begun turning back towards the the witch, Caleb's eyebrows narrowed in thought. Finally, a flicker of a smile pulled at the edges of his lips as he raised his arm in the air, only one idea passing through his mind in that moment.

"What's that!?" He suddenly yelled in mock surprise as the now charred sneaker flew out of his hand. It whizzed past the vampire like some kind of synthetic bird before doing a u-turn and promptly smacking him dead in the face. Caleb was pretty sure from the crunch that followed that the guys nose was broken, his own nose scrunching up in a grimace at the sound. "Aw man, that sounded pai-..." Cut short once more as the only momentarily stunned vampire lunged at him, he protectively held out a hand in front of himself. Aside from setting up traps for Jeremy, he'd really spent little time testing the limits of the new power that the wellspring ensued. But in that moment he could feel it rushing through him, lighting up his cells...his nerves...his skin, with something both equally invigorating and intoxicating. A twinkle of what anyone close to him would describe as mischievousness passed through his eyes, before the vampire was sent flying away from the pair of young witches. It was with a speed and force he'd always struggled before to maintain and he watched as the body smashed into a rather heavy looking tombstone, dirt and stone flying up around it. Satisfied that the vampire was dealt with, at least for the moment, he turned to his fellow witch before holding out a hand to help her up.

"You alright dude? That was a close one." Caleb smiled lightly as he looked down at the burnt skin around his foot and ankle. It wasn't that deep, which was also probably why it hurt so damn much. Healing magic had never been a forte of his and he was always worried that he'd make a mistake and end up with an extra toe or something. Best to just leave it for one of the others. "You don't happen to have a spare shoe do you?" He joked with a small laugh, before turning to see where the others were, hoping that they were all okay.

@Blizz

「ʜɪɢʜ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ」♔ ♕ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞

yes pleaseeee

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Summer was maybe the second or third person in the room, which meant that she had managed to find herself sitting comfortably in one of the two chairs. She muttered a few cursory hellos as some of the other witches began to enter the room, quickly turning away when she saw the unwelcome sight that was Dakota, but otherwise remained content in staring impatiently at Sister Deborah as she waited for her to begin. Luckily she’d managed to avoid interacting with the former over the last few days. It wasn’t like she was scared of confrontation but, if she were honest with herself, she had enjoyed her newfound freedom and she didn’t want anything to spoil it. Her phone, whenever it managed to catch the spurious moments of signal, would ring near constantly with messages and phone calls from Olive. Thankfully, she could now just roll her eyes and ignore it. Sure her mother would be angry when she next saw her but she’d deal with that bridge when she met it.

When the elder finally began to speak, she sat upright, straightening her dainty floral skirt whilst listening intently. Although the time at the coven house had been admittedly relaxing, and she perhaps had found that a couple of the other witches were tolerable, she still was keen to have a chance to actually do something. Anything. Her whole life had been spent with days full of studying, extracurricular activities, practicing magic. To just be sat idle was such a foreign concept to her, and she could feel the impatience welling up inside her. But...vampires? Summer raised an eyebrow at this, wondering why the elders had deemed it sensible to send them on such a seemingly reckless and life-threatening mission. Surely it wouldn’t do the coven any good if they were all killed straight away. “Seriously?” She muttered under her breath, moving to twirl a piece of ginger hair between her fingers as she listened to the rest of the rigmarole. She couldn’t help but wonder if her sister had been on such a dangerous mission on her first go. Summer wasn’t sure, Olive having always kept the covens secrets close to her chest, but if she had she wanted to make sure she did even better.

Standing up from her seat as Sister Deborah finished, she meandered over to her group, folding her arms across her chest when Jean-Luc began to read from the folder. “Well this is dumb...” She finally piped up, the scarce details of the mission making the ridiculousness of the whole thing even worse. “Anyway, I for one refuse to get killed on my first assignment, so I hope you all know what you’re doing.” Despite herself, Summer was studious and she knew bits & pieces about vampires from some of her readings. Her mind began to wander, slowly making a list of what she might need for such a trip. Maybe a gun would be useful. Her father had taught her how to shoot one (whilst laughing at the idea of how Summer would respond to someone threatening her) but she’d barely had any practice since then. It couldn’t be too difficult though. She’d managed to hit most of the targets they’d set up…

Realising that she had become distracted by her own thoughts, the redhead looked up when Cassandra spoke, asking if anyone was willing to drive. Fuck, why hadn’t she brought her car? Damn her mother on being so insistent about driving her up here. “My cars at home.” She replied bluntly, inwardly cursing herself for not having thought about this beforehand. “Hopefully one of the others has theirs...” Summer added after a few moments of awkward silence, in which she had just taken to staring at her sandals. She’d barely interacted with the witch and honestly, the girl was the complete opposite of the people she’d hung out with at home. The teen doubted that they’d have much in common...Cassandra really didn’t seem like a handspring and roundoff type. Because of this, idle small talk seemed all but pointless to her, so she’d simply shrugged her shoulders and wandered off after deciding that the conversation was over.

After having grabbed a bag and gathered all the items that she deemed essential, she made her way outside. It didn’t take her long to find the others, who had crowded around the cars. Pausing, she folded her arms over her chest as she glanced between the two rides on offer. An Audi or a...a well, a car that looked like it might not even run. Or that she might get tetanus from. And although Summer found Charlie more tolerable than any of the other witches, she still didn’t want to have to spend half a day in a Ford of all things. “...I’ll go with Jean-Luc.” Summer finally said after much deliberation, striding over to the Audi and tossing her backpack into the trunk. “I hope you’re a good driver.” She muttered pointedly to Jean-Luc as she passed him, sliding into one of the backseats without another word.

@blackdragon @Hitman

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Following the elder down the narrow corridor, Caleb found himself blinking wearily as he tried to adjust to the morning light. Until only 30 seconds before, he had been happily tangled underneath the warmth of his duvet, only to be disturbed by the dulcet tones of Elder Lucien. The sunlight did little to quell the chill that brushed against his bare torso and he quickly moved to pull his navy ‘Ferndale Wildcats’ hoodie over his chest, appreciating the thick cotton as it laid to rest against his skin. He could sense the presence of Bast behind him, the Savannah Cat moving so lithely that her tread could not be heard, but when they approached Sister Deborah’s office she stopped, taking to nonchalantly licking the fur atop one of her back legs. Watching her fondly for a moment, Caleb then moved to open the door into the office. Unfortunately it seemed that he was the last in the room and he found himself having to squeeze his body into the jam-packed space. Eventually, after muttering several apologies as he stood on a couple of peoples feet, he made his way in, the corners of his lips lifting into a bright smile as he glanced at Hana, who he had found himself next to.

“Morning!” The teen said cheerfully, cupping a hand to his mouth to block the sudden yawn that escaped from his body. “What dya' think this is about?” He whispered conspiratorially to his fellow witch as he leaned in towards her, raising his eyebrows when Sister Deborah began to speak. It didn’t take for her long to get to the point and Caleb found himself letting out an involuntary, and rather loud, groan at the word vampire. Grinning sheepishly as a glare was tossed his way, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh, raising his eyebrows slightly at Hana. It wasn’t that the mission didn’t sound cool, but well, he had been hoping for something else. Maybe werewolves or ghosts or...or mermaids! Well, he wasn’t entirely sure if mermaids were even real but it would be awesome if they were! Vampires on the other hand, had been an endless topic throughout his childhood. Caleb theoretically knew a lot about them but he also had a habit of daydreaming when his grandfather began to regale them with his ‘war stories’. Sure they were interesting but after hearing for the 50th time about how he’d been locked in a coffin for two days straight, he found his attention swaying elsewhere. Luckily his elder brother Mason had been enraptured by vampires since being a kid and he would more often than not enthusiastically chat along with their gramps, often trying to convince him that some of the more modern methods of dispatching of the bloodsuckers were just as effective.

A small pout had graced his features for a moment but Caleb wasn’t one sulk for long, and he soon forgot his concerns as he bounded over to Calypso. Peering over her shoulder to get a closer look at the folder, his eyes scanned over some of the information scrawled across the page. He'd never been to Baltimore before. In fact, apart from New York and now Virginia, he really didn't know the East Coast all that well. Guess this was as good an excuse as any to see more of it! Briefly distracted by thoughts of places he had never visited, his attention was soon drawn back to the present by the mention of a food allowance. As his face lit up and his eyes widened in excitement, he moved to lessen the gap between himself & the other witches. “We should totally get snacks for the road! Popcorn maybe...oh or chocolate pretzels!” He glanced at his fellow soon-to-be vampire hunters, hoping that they would be in agreement. He loved road trips and road trips were always 100% better if you had snacks and good music. "I hope you're excited for my excellent singing Cal." The teen grinned at her jokingly before he was once more distracted by the mention of shotgun. Damn, he should've thought of that.

But it was okay. Caleb had six siblings. He was well versed in the rules of shotgun and knew that it didn’t count until the vehicle was in view. So when Dakota suggested they pack their bags, he shot off to his room, narrowly avoiding tripping over his own feet in the process. Grabbing his duffel bag, he hurriedly stuffed a mismatch of clothes, toiletries and other knick knacks inside, before zipping it closed. For a brief moment he considered taking his sketch pad — which was hidden carefully under a pile of some of his other belongings — but decided against it. It was something he didn't want the others to find out about and although there might be some cool stuff to draw in Baltimore, he figured he might be able to do it from memory anyway. Of the knick knacks he had collected, only the silver bullets seemed to be vaguely useful, although he had not included a gun in his chosen items.

Not wanting to waste any time, Caleb grabbed the duffel and began to bound loudly down the stairs, leaping over them two at a time in his urgency to get outside. He grinned apologetically at one of the elders as he nearly bowled them over when he ran over the terrace, his eyes darting about eagerly as he looked for Calypso's car. Luckily the yellow jeep was easy to spot and seeing that he was the first downstairs, he couldn't help the grin that quickly spread across his features. He wouldn't say that he was necessarily a competitive person but a lifetime within a crowded family home had meant that getting to anything first was either a rarity, or virtually impossible. Heck, even half of his clothes were hand-me-downs.

“Shotgun!” He yelled to no-one in particular, before darting over to the front passenger seat. Trying the door handle, he was pleased (and slightly surprised) to find that it was open. “Nice one Cal...” He chirped happily as he plopped himself onto the seat. Peering around the vehicle, and trying & failing to turn the radio on, it was only a couple of minutes before he heard the familiar voice of Dakota. Whilst she busied herself with throwing her bag into the back he twisted in his seat, offering her a cheeky smile as he was unable to hide his pleasure at having been first to the front seat. “Oh hey Kota! Excited about the trip?”

@Akayaofthemoon @canaryrose @Hitman