Feisty-Pants

Epic City: Starburst

You're in, @Feisty-Pants. Drop into the CS and have fun!

@Regitnui

That was fast. XD

Quick synopsis on ongoing events? Anywhere that Jeanne might be needed?

Epic City: Starburst

The Archangel

Name: Jeanne d'Luc

Epic Identity: The Archangel

Age: 20

Faction: Epic

Ability: Light Manipulation -- Jeanne can take existing ambient light and alter it at will. She can even so intensely compact the particles together that they can take a hardened form. Allowing herself to give herself wings, or dozens of floating swords that are made of pure light.

Weakness: Cast Iron -- If she has a piece of Cast Iron anywhere on her form, whether it be manacles, chains, or even a small ball bearing, she will have her powers fully cancelled.

Personality: When it comes to Jeanne's personality, she possesses an outright conviction for what she believes is right, and what is wrong. To which she relentlessly pursues action against the latter. For the Epics, for those she deems as a force of good, she often volunteers to be the spearhead in any large conflict that might arise.

Appearance: Jeanne's appearance when she is in her normal state, is rather simple but pleasant all the same. Sticking to simple, but decent fashion standards, her usual normal clothing consists of a white blouse, a black skirt, and the entirety of her ankle-length blonde hair tied up into a loose braid. Her legs are often enshrouded in stockings, and she wears heels as well. She holds a professional air about her, and that is simply the best way to describe it.

Her appearance as a heroine however, is that which can be best described as an angelic aesthetic, complete with radiant wings:

The Archangel

Background: The early life of the Archangel contains the sort of misery that is so commonplace in the lives of thousands. When she was but a toddler her father disappeared; and her mother, unable to support their fledgling family, found their salvation in remarriage. Marriage to a man who gave her family food and shelter, a place to live, but at a cost.

He struck his wife, savagely beat her and treated her like filth for the entirety of Jeanne's childhood. Terrified for her only child and not wanting her to see any of such abominable behavior, she locked Jeanne inside the closet to try and protect her. There, in the pitch black darkness, she was forced to sit there and listen to the sounds of horror beyond the barrier. How the very floor shook with her stepfather's fury, the rattle of the walls as he threw her mother against them, the muffle of her screams as he tried to suffocate her, the sound of her mother being forced to scrub her own blood off the walls after suturing her wounds.

Almost every day this nightmare continued for many years, until one fated day she awoke. When she was barely just nine years of age, in the darkness there was a light. A faint glimmer of starlight that flickered in her hands, filling the closet with radiance. Her stepfather, holding her unconscious mother by the collar, saw the light dancing beneath the edge of the door that evening, and swung it wide open with the intention of beating her for lighting a fire.

When she was the tender age of nine, she took her first life.

While his fists clenched with cruel intention, she recoiled back and away from him in fear. When she curled up in terror, the light before her expanded and shattered. Breaking apart into hundreds of daggers which tore through the air faster than he could blink, and tore through him. Impaling him into the wall behind him and leaving his body in a maimed and ravaged ruin. Once his life faded from his eyes, the light dissipated into dust into the air, and her mother awoke to a grisly scene: her husband torn asunder by an invisible weapon, and her daughter curled up and consumed with inconsolable tears in the closet.

Detectives were at a loss. There was no weapon, there was nothing that could possibly link the wife or the girl to the murder. His death was ruled as an accident; but the Epics of New York knew better.

Within just a few weeks of the incident being resolved, there was a visitor. A mysterious individual who Jeanne eventually came to know as The Clairvoyant. The founder of Epic City had seen what had occurred, and with her counsel, she managed to convince her mother to bring her to Epic City. Under close and careful monitoring accompanied by the instruction of Epics more experienced than her, Jeanne became an adept in her craft. As she grew both physically and mentally, her potency in her abilities also grew exponentially.

Where the horrors of her childhood would have made others shrivel up, she found strength in it. As a result, she began striking out on her own, taking her abilities to the streets and protecting those who could not protect themselves by the tender age of thirteen. She had learned concise control by then, and no other lives were taken, but the young girl became to be known as an Archangel. A being of light, a persona that she quickly embraced as a symbol of righteousness.

A symbol hope for those who had none.

Done, I think!!!

Epic City: Starburst

@Feisty-Pants, so if someone drops a ball-bearing in her cleavage, she's just as helpless as if they put a cooking pot on her head or manacles on her. Of course, the former two would be more delaying tactics...

@Regitnui

Roger that then, expect a finished CS soonish.

Epic City: Starburst

That is incredibly cruel, but I'll say something along the lines of iron (cast iron) might do better.@Feisty-Pants

@Regitnui

Cast iron will work. So no cooking for her. :P

That asiiiide, it is only cast iron, right?

Epic City: Starburst

That is incredibly cruel, but I'll say something along the lines of iron (cast iron) might do better.@Feisty-Pants

@Regitnui

Cast iron will work. So no cooking for her. :P

That asiiiide, it is only cast iron, right?

Epic City: Starburst

@Feisty-Pants
Let me know if you can't decide on something. We're more than happy to help.

@Old Amsterdam

How about chains? As in heavy steel chains. Because in her childhood her gifts matured early and she loved to fly. So her stepfather bound her in chains of iron until she was an adult to force her to stop.

Epic City: Starburst

@Feisty-Pants, why not cellphones or metal?

@Regitnui

Hm. Still brainstorming. XD

Epic City: Starburst

@Feisty-Pants, kinda, but you're taking the wrong lesson. The light powers could come from that childhood trauma, but what else about her could be drawn on for a weakness? A Wizard Did It, after all.

@Regitnui

Lovely. Let me brainstorm something.

Epic City: Starburst

I'd like to point out to both @Feisty-Pants and @Afro Samurai that a weakness isn't a logical one: Lady Lift loses her powers in contact with wet clay, Dragon Heart's powers are drained via intimate contact and Phantom stays repowered via tea. The power and weakness are unrelated. So while I like both of your characters, it's worth remembering that little nugget. So while darkness might weaken your angel, it won't be her Kryptonite.

@Regitnui

Ah, okay. Interesting. So it'd have to be something like say she was abused as a child and locked away in a dark closet often. So she's terrified of the dark.

Epic City: Starburst

The Archangel

Name: Jeanne d'Luc

Epic Identity: The Archangel

Age: 20

Faction: Epic

Ability: Light Manipulation -- Jeanne can take existing ambient light and alter it at will. She can even so intensely compact the particles together that they can take a hardened form. Allowing herself to give herself wings, or dozens of floating swords that are made of pure light.

Weakness: Cast Iron -- If she has a piece of Cast Iron anywhere on her form, whether it be manacles, chains, or even a small ball bearing, she will have her powers fully cancelled.

Personality: When it comes to Jeanne's personality, she possesses an outright conviction for what she believes is right, and what is wrong. To which she relentlessly pursues action against the latter. For the Epics, for those she deems as a force of good, she often volunteers to be the spearhead in any large conflict that might arise.

Appearance: Jeanne's appearance when she is in her normal state, is rather simple but pleasant all the same. Sticking to simple, but decent fashion standards, her usual normal clothing consists of a white blouse, a black skirt, and the entirety of her ankle-length blonde hair tied up into a loose braid. Her legs are often enshrouded in stockings, and she wears heels as well. She holds a professional air about her, and that is simply the best way to describe it.

Her appearance as a heroine however, is that which can be best described as an angelic aesthetic, complete with radiant wings:

The Archangel

Background: The early life of the Archangel contains the sort of misery that is so commonplace in the lives of thousands. When she was but a toddler her father disappeared; and her mother, unable to support their fledgling family, found their salvation in remarriage. Marriage to a man who gave her family food and shelter, a place to live, but at a cost.

He struck his wife, savagely beat her and treated her like filth for the entirety of Jeanne's childhood. Terrified for her only child and not wanting her to see any of such abominable behavior, she locked Jeanne inside the closet to try and protect her. There, in the pitch black darkness, she was forced to sit there and listen to the sounds of horror beyond the barrier. How the very floor shook with her stepfather's fury, the rattle of the walls as he threw her mother against them, the muffle of her screams as he tried to suffocate her, the sound of her mother being forced to scrub her own blood off the walls after suturing her wounds.

Almost every day this nightmare continued for many years, until one fated day she awoke. When she was barely just nine years of age, in the darkness there was a light. A faint glimmer of starlight that flickered in her hands, filling the closet with radiance. Her stepfather, holding her unconscious mother by the collar, saw the light dancing beneath the edge of the door that evening, and swung it wide open with the intention of beating her for lighting a fire.

When she was the tender age of nine, she took her first life.

While his fists clenched with cruel intention, she recoiled back and away from him in fear. When she curled up in terror, the light before her expanded and shattered. Breaking apart into hundreds of daggers which tore through the air faster than he could blink, and tore through him. Impaling him into the wall behind him and leaving his body in a maimed and ravaged ruin. Once his life faded from his eyes, the light dissipated into dust into the air, and her mother awoke to a grisly scene: her husband torn asunder by an invisible weapon, and her daughter curled up and consumed with inconsolable tears in the closet.

Detectives were at a loss. There was no weapon, there was nothing that could possibly link the wife or the girl to the murder. His death was ruled as an accident; but the Epics of New York knew better.

Within just a few weeks of the incident being resolved, there was a visitor. A mysterious individual who Jeanne eventually came to know as The Clairvoyant.

WIP