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 _______________________________________________ Morrigan O'Connor Beta- Rank 4 _______________________________________________ December 21st | 34 | Caucasian _______________________________________________ Married | ♀ | Heterosexual _______________________________________________ Doctorate in Physics | Director of Science at the University of Marlon _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ //Basics: • Height | 5'7"-5'11" in costume • Weight | 156lbs • Build | Slim and fit • Hair Colour | Jet Black • Eye Colour | Steel Grey Miscellaneous Items ___________________________________ //Every Day Carry: • Braided gold wedding ring | Her wedding ring, never leaves without it, only takes it off when she assumes the identity of Darkspire. | A p p e a r a n c e D e t a i l s Morrigan is a slim woman of average height who's barely noticeable at all except for her eyes. It is obvious to most that know her well she is a parahuman, however she was always known for wearing colored contacts and as such is often overlooked. Her wardrobe is rather bright when she is our of costume, with bright pinks, white and gold being the main colors. In costume, she wears all black and has a hazy shadow that obscures her features making her unrecognizable by those who see her. Her voice also comes out in a soft, barely noticeable echo that sounds ethereal in nature. Wisps of soft black light roll off her dress, which flows even when no wind is present. Her general aura is menacing and she has been described by many as The Queen of Night. |
Morrigan has an extremely vain personality. Her beauty is only accentuated by her parahuman status and she uses that to her advantage, coming off as sultry and seductive. After witnessing the murder of her brother, the hero Vector, who had been instrumental in helping bring about peace, she turned dark, her white outfit being dyed black and her powers turned cruel. She tolerates no disrespect and during the full moon suffers from bouts of madness many call the Witching Hour. She barely tolerates the Lorne Corporation as their experiments and the events of the Tower caused the problems in the city, and she views them as hypocrites. She is known for being one of the few who refused to kill Monarch, instead she forced her way into her cell and broke her mind with her powers, in vengeance for the murder of her brother. She is incredibly spiteful to those who wrong her and will always seek vengeance, though she is patient in the plot.
C h a r a c t e r S y n o p s i s
"Before the Tower, I was celebrating my Tenth anniversary with my husband, Jack, at the Skyview Hotel. It was also to celebrate my first pregnancy, a child which we would lose, as well as to celebrate Jack's promotion to Commander in the Marines. We had planned the event months in advance and it was supposed to be special for us. Then that damn explosion happened... And in the resulting couple of months after, my brother was killed by Monarch. He had a bright future as a Marine and a Scientist. Now they seek to destroy us to "clean up their mess." No. I will make sure they suffer for their transgressions. It will be a pleasure to destroy them."
Born Morrigan Leah Lefontaine, she is the daughter of two normal scientists, Issac and Artoria Lefontaine. The youngest of five siblings, all boys, she grew up mild and spoiled. Her family was well off, living a very opulent lifestyle due to her grandfather owning several patents. The LeFontaine name is very obscure, as Issac's father, Martin, was rather notorious for being against the megacorps that ran the city.
At age 7, Morrigan won the Science Fair with a sculpture made of metals and magnets of the Milky Way Galaxy, a sculpture she would expand on during future presentations and into her college years. She was fascinated with how the world worked, both physically and socially. She became eager to see herself as a renowned scientist like her grandfather had been.
She graduated High School two years early at age 16. By now, she'd had six boyfriends, none of which she liked as they could barely hold a conversation with her. She threw herself into her college coursework, taking as many hours as she could while leaving a bit of time to relax and see the Marlon City Fashion Week every year. She became somewhat of an Idol, a figure many at the school regarded with awe and envy as she aced her classes. The fame went to her head, her vanity and pride only increasing with each grade. It was here where she met her husband Markus. He too, was as prideful as she was vain, and their relationship spiraled into marriage when she turned 24.
She landed a position as a paid intern in Lorne Tech, eventually finishing and working at the University, Markus visiting as often as he could. They had decided to wait a bit before having a child, but found that it was difficult for them to conceive. She finally got the good news a week before the events of the Tower, planning to tell him on their anniversary that day.
Only, due to complications, she miscarried. During the same attack that left her eldest brother dying in her arms, glowing tears dripping onto his face as she cried, her husband doing his best to console her, only to see her crumple into herself.
When order returned, Morrigan swore to see to the destruction of the Lorne Corporation, not for creating the Paras, but for sweeping them under the rug and labeling them all as evil, and for being the root of the cause of her brother's death. She will be patient, since she can't do it alone, but she will see the company fall, one way or another.
At age 7, Morrigan won the Science Fair with a sculpture made of metals and magnets of the Milky Way Galaxy, a sculpture she would expand on during future presentations and into her college years. She was fascinated with how the world worked, both physically and socially. She became eager to see herself as a renowned scientist like her grandfather had been.
She graduated High School two years early at age 16. By now, she'd had six boyfriends, none of which she liked as they could barely hold a conversation with her. She threw herself into her college coursework, taking as many hours as she could while leaving a bit of time to relax and see the Marlon City Fashion Week every year. She became somewhat of an Idol, a figure many at the school regarded with awe and envy as she aced her classes. The fame went to her head, her vanity and pride only increasing with each grade. It was here where she met her husband Markus. He too, was as prideful as she was vain, and their relationship spiraled into marriage when she turned 24.
She landed a position as a paid intern in Lorne Tech, eventually finishing and working at the University, Markus visiting as often as he could. They had decided to wait a bit before having a child, but found that it was difficult for them to conceive. She finally got the good news a week before the events of the Tower, planning to tell him on their anniversary that day.
Only, due to complications, she miscarried. During the same attack that left her eldest brother dying in her arms, glowing tears dripping onto his face as she cried, her husband doing his best to console her, only to see her crumple into herself.
When order returned, Morrigan swore to see to the destruction of the Lorne Corporation, not for creating the Paras, but for sweeping them under the rug and labeling them all as evil, and for being the root of the cause of her brother's death. She will be patient, since she can't do it alone, but she will see the company fall, one way or another.
A b i l i t i e s & S k i l l s
//Abilities:
//Skills:
Astrokinesis | Nebulae
New Moon-Nebula: Subject has been noted during this time to have gravity manipulation, though only within her direct line of sight and focus, with it being interrupted due to lack of concentration as well as small balls of multicolored light that swirl around her that she can use to strike with. Testing reports these as “Stardust” suggesting they are the beginnings of stars.
Crescent Moon-Yellow Star: Subject’s gravity field expands into a constant well within 1(one) yard around her at all times that grants a hovering ability as well as allows the subject to walk on vertical surfaces. The luminous cloud settles into larger yellow balls around 4 inches across that deal thermal damage and seem to emit nearly undetectable traces of UV light, about 1/1000(0.001%) of the radiation received from the Sun. The rate of replenishment is slower than the previous state’s but the damage is higher from them and they orbit around her inside the well. Subject is seen to generally use 12 orbs at this time.
Waxing Moon-Red Giant: Subject’s gravity well expands to five yards and she gains the ability to fly at speeds up to 30 mps along with the ability to react faster, seeing as she can avoid sniper fire. Though it appears that rapid fire weapons can outpace her at this time, causing her to use her new mini-stars, now large red balls that orbit at incredible speed around her, clocking in at 80 mps. She seems unaffected by their heat, and they radiation given off by them increases to 1/100(0.001%) of the Sun’s. She can now generate them outside of the well, as long as she’s looking at where she places them, and they generate in 3 seconds and can be moved for 10 seconds before imploding.
Full Moon- Supernova: Subject is able to control gravity in any place she can see, preferring to keep a well around her in several rings. Her flight speed increases to 70 mps and she can fully negate gravity on objects she touches, lifting them with ease. The balls of light shrink down to 0.5in in diameter and explode with a radius of 3 yards when striking an object. When in mid-air, one can see orbital rings of the new objects with five in the first ring, seven in the second ring and nine in the third. The radiation level hits a peak at 1/10th(0.1%) of the Sun’s causing minor sunburns to those who are easily susceptible to them. At the very height of her power, the subject has been see to call up a black hole with a maximum attraction zone diameter of 20 yards lasting for 15 seconds before it explodes into a twin beam of ejectional energy causing an explosion with a radius of 30 yards. She has only been seen using this ability once and vanished promptly for a week, confirming that the more energy she generates and expends during this period, the higher the recovery time becomes.
Waning Moon- White Dwarf Star: Her powers are much weaker than before, and her abilities seem sluggish as she recovers from the crux of her ability. It is noted at this time she rarely appears on consecutive nights. It is seen as a general reflection of the previous states, with the number of objects she can summon heavily limited, and the miniature stars are much smaller and white. They are also noticeably cooler as well.
Waning Crescent-Black Dwarf: Arguably the weakest point following the Supernova aftermath state. The only ability she seems to have here is the small stars and only a minor lightening of gravity around her person. The balls are also seem to have a solid effect, and have the same density of osmium with only a very warm heat.
Weakness(es)
Overexertion: After the Supernova state, the subject is extremely weak to a point of which, using her power excessively exhausts her and she often cannot fight for more than thirty minutes at a time, needing to recharge.
Raging Flames: Morrigan's powers are directly tied to her emotions and when angered, if she isn't careful she'll emit sparks of light. This makes it extremely difficult to hide in modern society, forcing her to be out of sight during the high end of the lunar cycle.
I'm above you: Morrigan's vanity and sense of superiority towards others has only heightened, causing her to not care for the ones Darkspire hurts. She often underestimates her opponents, leaving her open to sneak attacks as she doubts they could pull one on her.
A fractured soul: Dark whispers surround her as the moon rises, urging her to carry out darker desires. The grief of her brother is intense, causing her to be emotionally distant at the height of her power, and when she does reach the apex, she is lost to herself, completely dissociating from reality.
New Moon-Nebula: Subject has been noted during this time to have gravity manipulation, though only within her direct line of sight and focus, with it being interrupted due to lack of concentration as well as small balls of multicolored light that swirl around her that she can use to strike with. Testing reports these as “Stardust” suggesting they are the beginnings of stars.
Crescent Moon-Yellow Star: Subject’s gravity field expands into a constant well within 1(one) yard around her at all times that grants a hovering ability as well as allows the subject to walk on vertical surfaces. The luminous cloud settles into larger yellow balls around 4 inches across that deal thermal damage and seem to emit nearly undetectable traces of UV light, about 1/1000(0.001%) of the radiation received from the Sun. The rate of replenishment is slower than the previous state’s but the damage is higher from them and they orbit around her inside the well. Subject is seen to generally use 12 orbs at this time.
Waxing Moon-Red Giant: Subject’s gravity well expands to five yards and she gains the ability to fly at speeds up to 30 mps along with the ability to react faster, seeing as she can avoid sniper fire. Though it appears that rapid fire weapons can outpace her at this time, causing her to use her new mini-stars, now large red balls that orbit at incredible speed around her, clocking in at 80 mps. She seems unaffected by their heat, and they radiation given off by them increases to 1/100(0.001%) of the Sun’s. She can now generate them outside of the well, as long as she’s looking at where she places them, and they generate in 3 seconds and can be moved for 10 seconds before imploding.
Full Moon- Supernova: Subject is able to control gravity in any place she can see, preferring to keep a well around her in several rings. Her flight speed increases to 70 mps and she can fully negate gravity on objects she touches, lifting them with ease. The balls of light shrink down to 0.5in in diameter and explode with a radius of 3 yards when striking an object. When in mid-air, one can see orbital rings of the new objects with five in the first ring, seven in the second ring and nine in the third. The radiation level hits a peak at 1/10th(0.1%) of the Sun’s causing minor sunburns to those who are easily susceptible to them. At the very height of her power, the subject has been see to call up a black hole with a maximum attraction zone diameter of 20 yards lasting for 15 seconds before it explodes into a twin beam of ejectional energy causing an explosion with a radius of 30 yards. She has only been seen using this ability once and vanished promptly for a week, confirming that the more energy she generates and expends during this period, the higher the recovery time becomes.
Waning Moon- White Dwarf Star: Her powers are much weaker than before, and her abilities seem sluggish as she recovers from the crux of her ability. It is noted at this time she rarely appears on consecutive nights. It is seen as a general reflection of the previous states, with the number of objects she can summon heavily limited, and the miniature stars are much smaller and white. They are also noticeably cooler as well.
Waning Crescent-Black Dwarf: Arguably the weakest point following the Supernova aftermath state. The only ability she seems to have here is the small stars and only a minor lightening of gravity around her person. The balls are also seem to have a solid effect, and have the same density of osmium with only a very warm heat.
Weakness(es)
Overexertion: After the Supernova state, the subject is extremely weak to a point of which, using her power excessively exhausts her and she often cannot fight for more than thirty minutes at a time, needing to recharge.
Raging Flames: Morrigan's powers are directly tied to her emotions and when angered, if she isn't careful she'll emit sparks of light. This makes it extremely difficult to hide in modern society, forcing her to be out of sight during the high end of the lunar cycle.
I'm above you: Morrigan's vanity and sense of superiority towards others has only heightened, causing her to not care for the ones Darkspire hurts. She often underestimates her opponents, leaving her open to sneak attacks as she doubts they could pull one on her.
A fractured soul: Dark whispers surround her as the moon rises, urging her to carry out darker desires. The grief of her brother is intense, causing her to be emotionally distant at the height of her power, and when she does reach the apex, she is lost to herself, completely dissociating from reality.
//Skills:
Focused Mind Morrigan has a bright mind that enables her to calculate at greater speeds, only enhanced by her Para status. While she remains a normal intelligence, she rather thinks faster.
It's Called Culture, Dear Morrigan is high society. She comes from old money and is rather well off, her husband only contributing to the overall wealth. Due to this, she has access to people in high places and those with influence.
It's Called Culture, Dear Morrigan is high society. She comes from old money and is rather well off, her husband only contributing to the overall wealth. Due to this, she has access to people in high places and those with influence.
O T H E R
It was a lovely day out. Morrigan smiled as her driver took her from her workplace at the University to her home, a penthouse estate worth several millions that Markus had been given as a gift for their wedding. A simple voice command had the television turn on the news as she changed.
"Shocking news today as Willy Pete's Donuts was vandalized today by a parahuman. Police say he's in custody now. I'll turn it over to Jamison who's there now.."
A man standing in front of a cordoned off area talks into the camera as Morrigan mutes it. She lets out a hmph when she sees the familiar face of her husband outside the shop next to a cop eating a donut. He'd always loved that place, his little bit of deviancy from the High Society life they'd lived. Their empire now, stood upon shaky ground, as suspicions ran high everywhere as the various groups clashed. When it had come to the test, they'd let them go, since neither showed any inkling of uncooperation with the Corporation, going in for their tests or showing any advanced traits. She was glad that they had taken place at the beginning of the month, so that she'd been able to avoid letting them onto her real ability.
But she knew it wouldn't last. As Darkspire became more of a threat to their precious bottom line, their efforts to find her were stepping up. Her façade wouldn't last too much longer she feared and she was having a hard time finding real support.
A ringing brought her attention to the door, as it opened to reveal her husband with a bouquet of flowers. He had changed into a nice suit, giving her a kiss. "Hey Morri." His grin beamed at her and she scoffed.
"I saw the news. Such a shame these children are.." She sighed as she continued to get ready.. "How was work?"
"Sealed the contract. MPD wants more weapons and gear to take on the Threat." He sighed. "Is it too much to ask Darkspire to lay off a bit so I can actually sleep with you at night?"
"Darkspire is her own woman, Mark." She chuckled.
"Mhmm." He looked at something outside the car. "You ready to head to the Cottage this weekend? Get a little fresh air, relax?"
She smiled. "Of course. I'll be able to work on my tan while we get free from the crowds. Hopefully you won't be called in, hmm?"
"Yeah.” He poured himself a glass of whiskey.
She hung up, walking to her closet. "Now where are my Rasa heels."
“Left door of the closet.” He sat on the bed. “Are you sure you have to do this tonight?”
“Mmm.” Morrigan strapped on her heel. “It’s a necessary venture, Markus. The whispering has been nonstop and I’ve not gotten out in a while.”
“I’m just worried... “ He looked down into his glass. “You seem oddly indifferent towards it is all.”
“Someone must be the necessary evil to spark change.”
“It’s about, revenge not change.” He shook his head. “I don’t like it but I will follow you.”
“I would break them if they tried to harm you, Markus.”
“Heh. I know.” He finished and looked her over. “Stunning as always, you ready to head out?”
“Of course.”
Adjusting the slim mask over her face, Darkspire stood on the top of the building overlooking the bay, eyes turned towards the waning moon. Bright red orbs danced around her, swirling lazily as she stood there. A quick calculation of time and a smirk appeared on her face as she leaned over the side before dropping. The flowing material and orbs created a visage of a falling meteor, though with a single thought and outstretching of hands, she angled herself away from the side of the building, picking up speed as she neared terminal velocity. She knew her limits, and was fairly confident in her ability to weave through the city, eventually slowing herself down as she left behind her orbs, her dark clothing blending in as she entered the poorer districts. It was far from ideal, but it was here where Darkspire was to meet up with the contact.
She grimaced as she noticed several rats but a wave of her hand with the well of gravity swelled, keeping her aloft as she drifted through the building. She came to a stop as she saw the figure hunched over, muttering to themselves. They seemed deformed, as if the mutation didn’t agree with their body at all, extra limbs and tumorous plant growths all over. Darkspire kept her distance as she observed them turn around and with an all too human face, grin, showing off sharp bloody teeth.
“Well, well, well..” The voice cracked and rumbled as if small rocks wer being ground together, Darkspire figured at some point it must have been a young woman before the ability got out of control. “The Dark Misstress is here..”
Darkspire huffed, disgust taking over her features. “I have been called many things, peon. I was expecting Atom.”
“Oh the Father sends his condolences... “ She laughed again, obviously a bit touched in the head. “But she sent us… Little Alice... “
Darkspire barely noticed the shimmer before jumping back several yards as the world around her fractured, a photokinetic unleashing an attack, sending a wave of light cutting through the air, slicing a pillar in half, a loud rumble sounded as she dodged another one, this one heading out of the building and past the balcony, revealing a mutilated corpse on the ground. The attack faded as it went.
“You’re not with him.” Darkspire summoned her orbs, calling them to her as she stared the monster down. “You killed whoever he sent.”
“Ahahaha...AHAHAHA!” Alice cried out. “We told her you would be smart… But you aren’t at full strength… We can take you she said…” She moved, vines sprouting from all over her body and into the ground, racing towards Darkspire. “Alice and Chessy can take anyone."
Thinking fast, Darkspire sent a few orbs at the plants, burning them away while she looked for the other para. She had no idea who would send these two after her of all people. Finding the near invisible lines reflicting her orbs’ light, she attacked Cheshire, blasting him with two of her orbs as a vine slammed against her back, Alice screamng at her as she slammed another orb into his face, watching the horrified expression with a grimace as it burned away in the heat, his body twitching before going sill.
“You wITCH!!” Alice’s plant skin roiled as she went berserk, Darkspire doing all she could to avoid the attacks by jumping, using an orb to block or flying out of the way. This pair was strong, and she’d have to act soon before the MPD moved in. Summoning as many orbs as she could she combines then, using her gravity well to assist her in increasing their strength before darting in towards Alice as she left an opening and slamming them into her gut, a horrid shriek sounding as the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Darkspire made her escape just as a officers rushed in, using the dim lighting to drop off the edge and into darkness below.
Breaking News: ”A fight in the lower marina ward resulting in the death of two parahumans believed to be caused by Darkspire. A third, half eaten body was found with the iconography of the Church of Para. It is unconfirmed if contact was made as Darkspire escaped into the Ninth ward. Her Threat level has been increased to Level 4. Any information on this horrible villain should be given to the proper authorities. Good Night, Marlon City.”
"Shocking news today as Willy Pete's Donuts was vandalized today by a parahuman. Police say he's in custody now. I'll turn it over to Jamison who's there now.."
A man standing in front of a cordoned off area talks into the camera as Morrigan mutes it. She lets out a hmph when she sees the familiar face of her husband outside the shop next to a cop eating a donut. He'd always loved that place, his little bit of deviancy from the High Society life they'd lived. Their empire now, stood upon shaky ground, as suspicions ran high everywhere as the various groups clashed. When it had come to the test, they'd let them go, since neither showed any inkling of uncooperation with the Corporation, going in for their tests or showing any advanced traits. She was glad that they had taken place at the beginning of the month, so that she'd been able to avoid letting them onto her real ability.
But she knew it wouldn't last. As Darkspire became more of a threat to their precious bottom line, their efforts to find her were stepping up. Her façade wouldn't last too much longer she feared and she was having a hard time finding real support.
A ringing brought her attention to the door, as it opened to reveal her husband with a bouquet of flowers. He had changed into a nice suit, giving her a kiss. "Hey Morri." His grin beamed at her and she scoffed.
"I saw the news. Such a shame these children are.." She sighed as she continued to get ready.. "How was work?"
"Sealed the contract. MPD wants more weapons and gear to take on the Threat." He sighed. "Is it too much to ask Darkspire to lay off a bit so I can actually sleep with you at night?"
"Darkspire is her own woman, Mark." She chuckled.
"Mhmm." He looked at something outside the car. "You ready to head to the Cottage this weekend? Get a little fresh air, relax?"
She smiled. "Of course. I'll be able to work on my tan while we get free from the crowds. Hopefully you won't be called in, hmm?"
"Yeah.” He poured himself a glass of whiskey.
She hung up, walking to her closet. "Now where are my Rasa heels."
“Left door of the closet.” He sat on the bed. “Are you sure you have to do this tonight?”
“Mmm.” Morrigan strapped on her heel. “It’s a necessary venture, Markus. The whispering has been nonstop and I’ve not gotten out in a while.”
“I’m just worried... “ He looked down into his glass. “You seem oddly indifferent towards it is all.”
“Someone must be the necessary evil to spark change.”
“It’s about, revenge not change.” He shook his head. “I don’t like it but I will follow you.”
“I would break them if they tried to harm you, Markus.”
“Heh. I know.” He finished and looked her over. “Stunning as always, you ready to head out?”
“Of course.”
Adjusting the slim mask over her face, Darkspire stood on the top of the building overlooking the bay, eyes turned towards the waning moon. Bright red orbs danced around her, swirling lazily as she stood there. A quick calculation of time and a smirk appeared on her face as she leaned over the side before dropping. The flowing material and orbs created a visage of a falling meteor, though with a single thought and outstretching of hands, she angled herself away from the side of the building, picking up speed as she neared terminal velocity. She knew her limits, and was fairly confident in her ability to weave through the city, eventually slowing herself down as she left behind her orbs, her dark clothing blending in as she entered the poorer districts. It was far from ideal, but it was here where Darkspire was to meet up with the contact.
She grimaced as she noticed several rats but a wave of her hand with the well of gravity swelled, keeping her aloft as she drifted through the building. She came to a stop as she saw the figure hunched over, muttering to themselves. They seemed deformed, as if the mutation didn’t agree with their body at all, extra limbs and tumorous plant growths all over. Darkspire kept her distance as she observed them turn around and with an all too human face, grin, showing off sharp bloody teeth.
“Well, well, well..” The voice cracked and rumbled as if small rocks wer being ground together, Darkspire figured at some point it must have been a young woman before the ability got out of control. “The Dark Misstress is here..”
Darkspire huffed, disgust taking over her features. “I have been called many things, peon. I was expecting Atom.”
“Oh the Father sends his condolences... “ She laughed again, obviously a bit touched in the head. “But she sent us… Little Alice... “
Darkspire barely noticed the shimmer before jumping back several yards as the world around her fractured, a photokinetic unleashing an attack, sending a wave of light cutting through the air, slicing a pillar in half, a loud rumble sounded as she dodged another one, this one heading out of the building and past the balcony, revealing a mutilated corpse on the ground. The attack faded as it went.
“You’re not with him.” Darkspire summoned her orbs, calling them to her as she stared the monster down. “You killed whoever he sent.”
“Ahahaha...AHAHAHA!” Alice cried out. “We told her you would be smart… But you aren’t at full strength… We can take you she said…” She moved, vines sprouting from all over her body and into the ground, racing towards Darkspire. “Alice and Chessy can take anyone."
Thinking fast, Darkspire sent a few orbs at the plants, burning them away while she looked for the other para. She had no idea who would send these two after her of all people. Finding the near invisible lines reflicting her orbs’ light, she attacked Cheshire, blasting him with two of her orbs as a vine slammed against her back, Alice screamng at her as she slammed another orb into his face, watching the horrified expression with a grimace as it burned away in the heat, his body twitching before going sill.
“You wITCH!!” Alice’s plant skin roiled as she went berserk, Darkspire doing all she could to avoid the attacks by jumping, using an orb to block or flying out of the way. This pair was strong, and she’d have to act soon before the MPD moved in. Summoning as many orbs as she could she combines then, using her gravity well to assist her in increasing their strength before darting in towards Alice as she left an opening and slamming them into her gut, a horrid shriek sounding as the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Darkspire made her escape just as a officers rushed in, using the dim lighting to drop off the edge and into darkness below.
Breaking News: ”A fight in the lower marina ward resulting in the death of two parahumans believed to be caused by Darkspire. A third, half eaten body was found with the iconography of the Church of Para. It is unconfirmed if contact was made as Darkspire escaped into the Ninth ward. Her Threat level has been increased to Level 4. Any information on this horrible villain should be given to the proper authorities. Good Night, Marlon City.”