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Jester lay his head against the cold stone wall behind him and closed his eyes, listening, waiting for something to happen. He was deathly bored so any distraction was welcome, then came the sounds of footsteps approaching slowly. They sounded as though they were coming closer, Jester opened his eyes and looked around but saw nothing but the damp floor, and mossy walls. He heard the sounds becoming louder and decided to find out what the source of them was, he lifted himself up and peered around a corner, not even ten feet away he saw someone. They wore bright colored clothes and a cape seemingly trying to look like a super hero. No longer fearful of what was coming in his direction Jester put on his most friendly smile and approached the vibrantly colored man. "Who are you?" asked Jester "Why are you here". "I was told there was a hero meeting here" the man replied. Jester was admittedly curious now and wished to know more "I think you have the wrong address" Jester called back. "Shit, I have no idea where I am" the man responded "Could you help me out man?". Jesters mouth tugged into a sly smile "Of course, where do you need to go?". "Here" the colorful man handed him a note with an address, one of the numbers was smudged "Here is your problem, you came to 3745 instead of 8745". The man swore and thanked Jester, as he turned to leave Jester called out to him "Hey, there's one more thing". "What is it?" the man asked. "I need you to die" replied Jester simply. He rushed towards the wannabe hero and reached out a single hand, as soon as it made contact with his skin the man flipped inside out, his organs quivering attempting to adjust to their new environment; blood seeped from every hole, then the mass of flesh and bone ceased to move.

Jester groaned, it seemed as though he almost wanted her to betray him so he would at least have something to do. "It's so boring killing normal people" Jester complained "We need to find a new enemy". His mouth tugging into a grin he leaned towards Aeon and whispered "We need to find someone like us, someone stronger".

Jester loved when the cops came, they would try their hardest to capture him but they could never manage it. Each time they would scream at him to "PUT YOUR HANDS UP" or "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND". Then would come the gun fire raining down upon him like a hail steel, each bullet reflected back; they would scream in fear and pain as their own ammunition was put to use against them. Who knows how many families ruined, how many wives waited for their husbands to come home, how many sons and daughters waited for daddy to come through the door. It sickened Jester, all the little worms relying on someone else to help them unable to do anything for themselves. Jester strolled into the decrepit alley, a pungent odor of rotting food and mold hung in the air. Jester walked down the long alley way trying to find Aeon, in his mind he was thinking of all the things he would do to her if she took the loot for herself. But as he was about leave he saw a flicker of light, a flame.

> > Name: Grimplesteen Johnson > > > > Alias: Jester > > > > Age: 20 > > > > Gender: Male > > > > Skills/Powers: Vector Manipulation > > > > Equipment (Doesn’t have to be weapons): Knife > > > > Personality: Selfish/Rude > > > > Weakness: Quick attacks > > > > Hero or Villain: Villain > > > > History: Was trained to fight at an early age to survive on the streets, became affiliated with gangs despite trying not to. > > > > Appearance:  > > > > Other: United, Works with Aeon > > Couple questions. One, who is Aeon? Two, to what extent is his vector manipulation? Is there anything that he can't move? And three, will you be a little more detailed on history and personality? Aeon is making an application, vector manipulation can't manipulate things like buildings, the biggest thing he can manipulate was a car. Also I'll edit personality and history.

Name: Grimplesteen Johnson Alias: Jester Age: 20 Gender: Male Skills/Powers: Vector Manipulation Equipment (Doesn’t have to be weapons): Knife Personality: Selfish/Rude, only out for personal gain he also is uncaring towards those in need, usually disregards anyone who asks for his help. Weakness: Quick attacks Hero or Villain: Villain History: Was trained to fight at an early age to survive on the streets, became affiliated with gangs despite trying not to. He ended up faking his death to leave the gang he was in and moving to another city to start his crime empire. Met with Aeon along the way and through a series of actions, coincidences, and consequences. Both of them having the same goal they decided to work together, for now. Appearance:  Other: United, Works with Aeon

Name: Grimple Age: 27 Gender: Male Species: Orc Country: Vile Equipment: Battle-Axe, Dagger, Leather Armor Class: Berserker Powers: Has a big axe. Appearance: Grimple has a torn ear infected from weeks of neglect, puss drips out onto his protruding jaw, and his face torn and scarred from years of battle. His frame large enough to topple a medium sized elephant, refuses to wear platemail and instead likes to show off his rockin' bod. Enjoys wearing loincloths, murder, and long walks on the beach. Anything Else?: No.