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Young Justice

_{Interaction | Cybergirl AKA @canaryrose
Iceburn AKA @Zoey Boey
Location | Central Bank, Star City}

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In no time, the security squad made it to the hatch, and Metamorph took point down the stairwell to the westward side of the building. The young lion had a hunch that there weren’t many valuables to be taken this far up, at least none that these theives would take hostages over. It was all offices and cubicle work up in these floors so far. Otherwise, they’d be terribly undermanned to rob from a 40-story building.

On cue, Talos’ voice came in over the comms with the implications of all the main action taking place on the first few floors. With that information being absorbed, the Meta was soon to say something before he heard Nymph’s voice next, asking about the 36th floor. They’d gotten rather far ahead already, or so he’d thought until he heard her ask if there was anyone else on that floor. The relay of no’s from the rest of the squad made his blood run cold.

”Affirmative, Talos.”

She had gone off on her own, which he could attribute to her wanting to prove herself. However, all he could think was about the fact that now was not the time or place…To make matters worse, she seemed to be in trouble with her sudden silence.

”Keep a cautious eye out for her, B-Squad. There’s no telling what she encountered on that floor.” Metamorph explained, keeping his voice calm despite a pit forming in his stomach. She had backup on the way from the squad he assigned her with. He trusted in Mirage’s capability.

With B-Squad searching the floors for civilians, C-Squad could focus on finding the cameras. As such, Metamorph led the way, checking doors to see if they opened. Being that they were looking for security, The Meta inferred that opposed to being quick and easy to open— The 38th floor. He took note of a keypad on the side of the door leading inside. Briefly observing the metal door, he saw the hinges on the outside, and the handle clicked when he pulled. Clearly, with this to being their destination, he gestured to the door.

”If you would do the honors, Iceburn…?”

Gotham Knights: A Bat Family RP

Great! Nightwing would be good, but if you still want to play Jason Todd/Red Hood, that's certainly an option.

@Fingal

I'm still in debate. I like Nightwing more but I feel like playing Jason in this setting could be interesting.

TITANS

You may have an amalgamated Hawkins coming your way.

Gotham Knights: A Bat Family RP

You have my attention, and a potential Nightwing.

Young Justice

_{Interaction | All Members of the Team
Location | Central Bank, Star City}

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The Meta stood among the others with his arms crossed, giving them a brief once over to assure that they were all ready for the task at hand. It was unfortunate that the first mission that the new recruits would be on was one that dictated little room for error. On the other hand, getting it out of the way early would give them the ability not to freeze in the future.

The members he was especially wary of, were Daphne and Cora. Cora’s sheer lack of experience in a situation like this left him feeling the need to keep her at an arm’s length to keep her and everyone else safe. Daphne, on the other hand, simply because of her fresh return after having been gone for so long. Moreover, her new abilities that they didn’t quite know all the details of yet. To go along with that…well, the young lion was self-aware enough to know his protective instincts wouldn’t allow much else.

”Alright. We need to work quietly and efficiently. The life of the hostages takes the top priority. The government can print more money, but they cannot print life into the dead.” The Meta pointed first to Vincent. ”Talos, we need eyes on the outside, as well as a potential wildcard if a trick is afoot. Whatever you can scope of the inside: Hostages, hostiles, or possible escape routes. Keep us up to speed on the comms until we can get Cybergirl to the security room.”

His walked to the edge of the building, closer to where he could hear the engine running of what sounded like a getaway vehicle. Pointing to Zach, the young lion continued. ”Zatara, you are needed on the south end of the bank. Teleport yourself, with Rain as backup, to run interference on the getaway vehicle. I’m sure you know how to give them some ‘car trouble.’”

Turning to the others, he finalized his plan. ”We are going in through the roof hatch directly. We’ll split into two smaller groups to cover ground. Mirage, Nymph and Stormcaller take the east. Iceburn, Cybergirl, and myself will take the west to find the security room. Once achieved, Cybergirl will swap roles with Talos. Let’s move.”

Young Justice

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_{Collaboration | @Canaryrose AKA Alisa
@DreamingFlowers AKA Daphtree?!?
Location | Mt. Justice, Greenhouse}

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The afternoon sun peeked through the sky window above the greenhouse. The warm light brought out the fresh scent of the plants and bathed everything in a peaceful glow. Everything was in full bloom. The Nymph was anchored into the soil at the center of the greenery. It happened gradually, but she was becoming less recognizable as the girl she once was. There was a vague impression of arms crossed in front of her chest and subtle facial features. Her legs were twisted into a singular trunk, hair reaching up high above her head in a canopy of leaves.

Mementos the Team brought her during some of their visits were carefully arranged around her “feet”. Each one was different and personal to the one who brought it. There was a small vase filled with her favorite flowers, a well meant but slightly soggy cherry cake, a bottle of perfume and other accessories.

It had been a while since someone visited her last, that is, until a knock came to the greenhouse door.

Coming to the inside of her ‘room’, was a familiar friendly face belonging to her first friend on the team. The green shirt that she’d gotten for him was on his back today, he remembered. The bushbaby remembered the missions they had been on. Remembered the training that he took the time to try imparting to her.

Ja only wanted to help…Though, he feared that it might not have been enough because, here she was; locked in this form. He wanted to help her to become comfortable with her power…but this didn’t feel right. The Red whispered to him, when she was first brought like this. She was alive, but not as they had known her. Even now, in this room with other plants, he might not have recognized her if not for her scent. The human spirit that made her distinct was quieter now, even more than then.

These thoughts made his face somber at first, but when he made his way closer to her, he smiled. She was still alive, and still here. He tried to focus on that.

”Hai, Daffy-Knee…” His voice was small but gradually gained volume as he spoke more. ”It has been some time. I am sorry for that. A lot has happened…New people have come to the team again…Oh, Alisa is back and okay after the last mission. She stumbles about sometimes like a baby learning to walk. It is funny to watch but I don’t laugh. How have things been here? Has Red Robot been treating you good? Does he even talk? I told him a bunch of times that he should talk—”

He stopped mid-way through his ramble, throwing a finger up to remember. Throwing a hand into his headbush, he tugged a rolled-shut paper bag free. Reaching inside, he pulled out what looked like chalk and started putting them into the dirt near her roots. ”I almost forgot, I brought snacks. Not for me, but you! They said that these are “plant food” at the store. They are shaped like sticks…I would have made something but I realized that you can’t eat people food yet. Think of them like jawbreaker candy.”

It had been two months since Daphne had turned into a tree. To Alisa, though, it felt like less than one. Her friend had been gone so long… longer than she had. And Alisa had never gone to visit her. She wasn’t sure why. Seeing Daphne like that terrified her on some molecular level. It reminded her of what had happened to her, she supposed. But she needed to brave it, for Daphne. Her friend might still be in there, her mind trapped in the Green. How awful would it be if Daphne had been conscious the entire time and Alisa had never come to see her? That imagined guilt made her squirm.

So, she came. Since it was properly summer now, she wore a white sundress. It had been a bit of a walk in sandals, but oh well. Alisa carried a sketchbook and a small tote bag with her as she went into the greenhouse, intending to draw next to her friend. But, to her surprise, as she came outside of the door she heard a voice inside. Ja. He was here? Today? A pit formed in her stomach. She had wanted to be alone, and while she liked Ja… his unpredictability, his periods of sheer energy and periods of seriousness, exhausted her. From listening, it seemed like he was energetic today. Huh.

She kept the bandage he had given her in her room, tucked away in a drawer. It was a touching gift. Alisa cherished it.

Pushing open the door, Alisa smiled tentatively and approached the tree, looking up at her friend. Her smile turned sad. That face... she hadn’t realized how realistic it would be. How much it would look like Daphne and, at the same time, not.

“Hi,” she said, smiling down at Ja, who was stuffing sticks into the dirt. Alisa looked on curiously. “What are you doing?”

”Hai Alisa,” Ja paused briefly from what he was doing to wave at her. With her question, he went back to putting the last few sticks in the dirt. ”I have brought Daffy-Knee food for plants. According to the garden people at the store, it is supposed to give nutrients to go along with sunlight and—“

In the indent corner of Daphne’s wooden eyes, a small droplet of water glimmered in the growing lights. It could simply be a collection of dew although it was long past morning. It traveled down her face, falling on top of Ja’s diligent fingers. The wild child jumped, then froze in place as he was thoroughly startled. His eyes stared up at the eyes of the plant girl rather intently. It was a brief but intense whisper of bittersweetness that swept through his senses of the Red. His heart lurched in his chest.

”D…Daphne?”

There was no sign in Daphne’s frozen face that she felt the same wave of emotions as her counterpart of the Red. The bark covered her usual warm brown eyes, hiding what she was feeling on the inside. Just then a single leaf twirled downwards, landing close to Alisa’s feet.

Alisa bent down to pick up the leaf, turning it over in her fingers with care and a tender look in her eyes. “Is she… crying?” she whispered, almost reverently. She took a cautious step towards the tree. Her logical mind was screaming that it was impossible, but… she had seen crazier.

”I…water fell from her and touched my hand..but I felt her.” The bushbaby looked at the hand that had been contacted and his bottom lip squirmed. Turning his head to Alisa, he noticed the leaf she was holding. Confusion mixed into his expression, and the shrill whimper of a golden retriever pup exhaled through his breathing. ”It was really fast but for a moment I felt Daph in there. I don’t know if she was happy or sad…”

“Well,” Alisa murmured, “maybe she’s still conscious in there. Maybe she can hear us. You’d know better than me, if you can feel it.” She approached the tree and stroked the bark, overcome with the urge to draw her friend in this form.

“If she’s conscious, maybe she’d like us to talk to her,” she hedged, and Ja nodded.

”That is what I was doing before you came in…I was telling her about how things have been over the last month, and that you are back…” Ja’s head bobbled left and right as he spoke, gesturing to Daphtree in kind. There was still a sort of weight that sat in the center of his golden irises, but a smile on his lips. ”But you can tell her all about it yourself, now that you are here.”

Alisa shrugged. “I… you know more than me. But I did see this movie yesterday. I’ll tell her about it.” With that, Alisa took a seat next to Ja, arranging her legs neatly and resting her elbows on her knees. “Where to start… okay, so this girl moves to New York City for a job at a fashion magazine…”

Pariah

[Please Delete This.]

Pariah

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Pariah

The Watcher

Name | Rhamses (Formerly Rashawn Hudson)
Alias | “Rha”; “The Watcher”; DJ Pharaoh
Age | 18
Gender | Male
Appearance Details |

• True Appearance is pictured above.
• Synthetic Color-Changing Skin; _{/Most often brown skinned as was Baba’s when casual.}
• Varying Cybernetic Bodily Attachments/Circuitry, some visible.
• Right Eye; Brown _{/white in true appearance}
• Left Eye; Seeker Eye/Mask
• Muscular Frame
• 5’11 Height
• Black Braided Hair

Signatute Coat & Shawl

[Variant Information]

Notoriety | Unknown
Danger Level_{/Variant Type} | Class 4_{/Volatile Distortionist}

Abilities | Super-Conductive Electromagnetism - Rhamses's body itself can generate raw electromagnetic energy, which he has learned to manipulate, control and enhance. Rha can sense sources of electromagnetic energy or objects that can be affected by it such as underground water pipes. He can magnetize and demagnetize metals.

Electromagnetic Fields - Rha generates an Electromagnetic field just like the earth and the sun generate their own Electromagnetic fields. Rha can also create barriers and shields that he can use to defend himself and others.

Minor Technopathy - Rha can capable of fixing or operating electronic devices through his electromagnetic manipulation. He can operate most devices just by touching, even if they are not plugged.

Electromagnetic Levitation - Rha can cause objects to ‘fly’ by using their electrons to repel the ones in the air.

Wavelength Tuning - Rha can hear radio waves meaning he can listen in on the police broadband and music stations, as well as tapping into the phone lines so he can make calls.

Electrokinesis - Rha can generate electricity from his body and administer it in a range of different attacks and uses. He can charge devices, drain devices and project his electricity in a variety of controlled ways.

Electrical Displays - Electromagnetic Light Displays that Rha can craft around him in the forms of pictures and words. He can also use it to bend the spectrum of visible light around him to appear invisible for a short period of time.

Electromagnetic Force Bolts - He can fire bursts of electromagnetic energy from his body for uses similar to an EMP.

Ball Lightning - Named after Ball Lightning, the weather phenomenon. Electromagnetic Energy compressed into a large ball and thrown at targets; an offensive maneuver in a combat situation.

Static Cling - Rha can adhere most objects or people to surfaces and other objects, plus he can magnetize/demagnetize surfaces.

Enhanced Physiology - Due to his bionically enhanced body, Rhamses possesses above average physical strength, durability, endurance, and self-repairing capabilities. His brain became partially computerized, allowing him to process, learn, and react to information really quickly. It ironically gives him a powerful memory, though, it cannot currently unlock his organic memories before his reawakening. He doesn’t have to eat as much as his frame may suggest, nor does he need sleep if he can absorb electrical energy. Cybernetics and metal gear protect his most vital humanoid organs.

Armament/Equipment | He doesn’t often carry much, but a piece of equipment, is his Seeker Eye. This is a piece of technology that he works on constantly. It possesses a camera, several filters of vision such as infrared, ultraviolet, microscopic, and can differentiate between Variant and non-Variant individuals.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]

Affiliation | Pariah Underground

Personality/Habits | The best way to describe Rha’s personality, is that of a man with amnesia. Rhamses at this current point in his life is trying to rediscover the person he was before, ‘Rashawn’. His determined nature is likely one of his most defining character traits. He can also be very contemplative and highly self conscious. Rha's thoughts and actions are often conflicting between his more logical mind and his human one. He’s honest, at times bluntly, with himself and others. He also has trust issues with humans, especially with Karen conflicting with honesty and those who mistreat variants. He also has a special spot for music, which is likely his strongest connection to his former self.

A lot of his emotions are just as much a mystery to him, as he’s also struggling with the concept of humanity and trying to find his own. Despite his cyberized state, he is capable of irrational thought and emotions, such as anger, sadness, and joy. However, he isn’t quite sure how to express these emotions at times, which means his stoic demeanor could mean a variety of different things. Only certain people have the ability to make him innately show this side of him. Despite this though, he has the learned behavior of compassion for others, particularly variants or those of Pariahan affiliation, but extending to some humans as well. This is what, in turn, spurs him into vigilantist action when he feels necessary while on the surface.

Occupation/Trade | Electrician/DJ_/Vigilante

Skills/Talents |

• Electrical/Electronic Engineering
• Mechanical Engineering
• Analyzation/Observation
• Adaptation
• Navigating Technological Systems
• Intermediate CQCombatant
• Rapidly Expanding Intellect
• Awareness
• Musician/Musical Production

Family | Cochise “Baba” Hudson - Father
Karen - ?

Background | A lot of Rhamses' past is shrouded in mystery, even to himself, as his farthest memory back was waking up in Baba’s arms one year ago. Everything before that faded or outright blank. Images, faces, and places appeared in his mind that he couldn’t put together.

All he knew was Baba, Karen, and his current state of existence. He was told that he grew up with two parents. Rha at least remembered that Baba was his father and he assumed that she was his mother, though, he didn’t really remember her at all. He asked why but that was when she told him where he came from. The story shattered whatever childhood he believed he had.

He was...created? Experimented on by the ‘Reapers’? Supposed to be the messiah for variants against humans? To escape the trap? Baba saved him; and Karen. But not his mother? Baba always spoke about his mom, yet, that woman wasn’t Karen. Rha never saw the woman he talked about.

Whenever he asked about it, Baba cried, so Rha stopped asking him about it. Karen tried to take the truth back when Rha hounded her with questions instead. Pushing him to live his life. To do his utmost to gain a better life as a variant. To keep away from the darkness his father saved them from. That some things were better left untold.

Some time ago, men with black suits took Baba away when they were on the surface. She told him that they were going to help him, and that he was going to be home soon. Rha didn’t believe her, and still searches for him. More recently, he saw a face that he somehow remembered. A face his memory held in fondness. A face that was possibly a key to solving all of this.

One thing was for sure, that The Watcher would find the truth.

Whatever the cost.

| Theme |

Pariah

I remember this.