Kafka Komedy

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@JohnSolaris So if he had a particularly famous father, a war hero of some kind maybe, would that net him some cybernetics?

Kafka Komedy's Kharacter Kompendium

Kait

Kait Arouraios

Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Beastman

Equipment

• Freyja - A light spear to hold off enemies that get too close. It's blade is too thick to penetrate particularly wellmade chainmail, but it's effective against weaker chainmail and leather.
• Armor - A cloak and hat with occasional bits of silver, designed to allow fluid movement and unimpeded casting.

Abilities

• Dark - A ball of dark energy that causes an explosive blowback once it hits an object. The blunt force is useful against enemies with a strong defense.
• Wind - Generate razor sharps winds that tear enemies apart. Not very strong, only able to damage enemies in leather at it's peak.
• Cure - Heal minor wounds and get rid of light negative effects. Cuts and bruises are easy. A deep gash is a challenge. She could set a bone, but completely healing it is out of her skill level.
• Rat Physiology - Though Rat Beastmen are weaker than humans, they're faster, and have better vision in dark places.

Talents

• Decent Spearfighter - Though she's by no means a master, Kait is above novice level when it comes to using her spear. Still, she prefers to use her Lapi.
• Aspiring Magus - Though she hasn't mastered any Lapi, she's certainly on the road to doing so. That is, if she could pick one and stick with it.

Personality: Curiosity is definitely the driving force in most of Kait's actions. Always observing, studying, asking questions, and being inquisitive. This is bolstered by her ambitious nature, mostly towards becoming a world class Magus. Despite how much she asks about others, she doesn't share much about herself, even if she's very casual. In fact, she's a bit too casual, it's hard for her to take much but her own dreams seriously. She's also quite materialistic, having been robbed of the finer things in life as a child. She's even been known to steal, though she's a good person at heart.

Biography: Kait was the middle child in a long list of children of the two beastmen parents, Kain and Kulain. The two lived in a city near the castle, Eorza. The two of them worked terrible paying jobs in an attempt to support their large family, meaning they weren't home often. This meant that Kait's siblings raised her, and she was always asking them what they did. They obliged by attempting to teach her their trade. The eldest was going to enlist in the army and was squire to a knight, and so whenever he had a chance, taught her basic spear fighting techniques. Her closest sister, in terms of age, taught her how to cook to lighten the chore load. But most importantly, her third brother, Kaiden, showed her what Lapi was.

Kaiden was apprentice to a Lapi shop owner. One day, he showed her around the shop when the owner wasn't around, and Kaiden even showed her the effects of a fire Lapi. Kait was absolutely astounded by this, mesmerized even. At this moment she knew she wanted to be a Magus. She even stole the Lapi as the two were walking out of the shop. Her parent's low paying jobs and large family meant she never really had anything to call her own, and so, when she saw this opportunity, she took it.

A few days later, as Kait was wandering around the city, a man came up to her. Quickly, she hid the stone from the man but he saw it, most definitely. He asked her what her name was. She told the truth. He asked her where her brother was. She told the truth. At that, he simply smiled and walked away. Kait was confused and unnaturally afraid, and decided to rush home. But it was too late. Kaiden's corpse was wrapped in a cheap sheet.

Kait was incredibly ashamed and saddened, and instantly threw the Lapis into the gutter. She refused to tell her siblings, couldn't tell her siblings. She could achieve her dream. Her brother had confided in the eldest brother that he thought none of them were going to be anything when they were older, and Kait had heard. She owed it to him to follow her dream, become something, even if he never got the chance to.

For three years Kait gathered money, doing odd jobs, begging on the streets, and finally she was able to get her hands on some Lapi. Every day she practiced with them just outside of the city. Eventually, it was time for her to leave the nest, since Rat Beastmen matured quickly, but instead of staying in the city, she left, opting to try and find a Magus to apprentice, and because, admittedly, she'd never left the city herself.

Other:

Kafka Komedy's Kharacter Kompendium

Frank "Love Craft" Stein II

Love Craft

Name: Frank "Frankie" N. Stein II
Alias: Love Craft
Age: 15
Alignment: Villain
Loyalty: Local Villain Team
Appearance: Though Frankie changes faces and bodies often, they still have a prefered "public" form. Messy but fairly sensible dark brown hair, constantly windswept but stylish. His features are fairly average, if a bit round, the only thing standing out about his face being his red eyes. Oddly, his skin is not abnormally pale, leading most to thinking he wears contacts. He has a lean, not particularly muscular or fat build, though definitely taller than average. Finally, for an outfit, they wear a lab coat, as well as what they call a "straight sweater", basically a full body straight jacket remade to be comfortable and allow movement and mobility. A reference picture is here.

Frankie is much different on the job or around the base. White, long, flowing hair lightly gathered together in a bow frames their sharp, gaunt features. Further punctuating the "scary but beautiful" look is their bright red eyes, accented with slight eyeshadow. They look quite skinny and short for their age, almost girlish. This is further emphasized by their provocative clothing. A short leather jacket, bandages around the chest seemingly to bind the breasts, and short shorts with chaps.

History: Frankie never really knew their mother. All they truly knew was that a woman named May had sex with a man simply known as Doctor Stein. Stein was not expecting a child, but nevertheless was still appalled at May's thoughts of putting the child up for adoption, or worse, aborting them. May was in no position to bargain though, an ex-drug addict with no job, so for months, the two argued, both in possession of something the other wanted. Eventually, the child was born, and, the next time May threatened adoption, Stein pressed for child custody.

The courts miraculously awarded Stein custody, mostly because of May's previous offenses and Stein's lucrative job as a biologist working in league with the famous Willaim Manton, who had made a major breakthrough with his theory on what was called the Manton Effect, which Stein had helped with. About as soon as the court case was wrapped up though, Manton disappeared, leaving not much to his colleagues but the good name of being associated with the man named after one of the most important Parahuman theories. Luckily, Frankie was not without a home or anything. Even if there wasn't much research on Parahumans to be done after that, and he had been laid off, he was still the inheritor to a large sum of cash that his forefather had built up. With it, the two stayed afloat while Stein searched for a job.

Even at a young age, Frankie displayed great intelligence, particularly in relation to the sciences. Balancing this though, Frankie was quite odd. Very emotional and expressive, and didn't seem to gel well with the other kids. Stein decided to kill two birds with one stone, homeschooling his child with great tutors. While Frankie spent their time learning, Stein spent his time trying to find a job he genuinely enjoyed. His Biology PhD. allowed him a few positions, but nothing was as stimulating as research on parahumans to him. He even frequently showed Frankie his old discoveries, and they seemed to enjoy it as well. This pushed Stein to contact an old friend.

Stein managed to get a hold of Dr. Manton, asking him where he had gone, what he was doing now. Manton would reveal this to him, as long as he came to a certain location alone, and promised 100% to never reveal the information. Stein was a trustworthy man, never really lied that often, and so he accepted the deal. That's when he learned about Cauldron. Frankie was never given much info on the shadowy organization, but they apparently were making more parahumans, and this got Stein's mind pumping once again. Frankie's father began doing research once again, but after a while, was stopped, something about ethics Frankie was told. SAtein gave in, relenting to do his own research on the subject, but not before spending the family fortune on his kid's birthday present.

Frankie, on their 14th birthday, was finally taken to their father's workplace, something they had dreamed about ever since they had heard he was researching superheroes. Though the team seemed reluctant, ultimately they went through with it. Frankie was a success, able to mold their body in any shape or way they could imagine. With this, Stein and his progeny left, now searching for both funds, and a place to experiment.

Personality

Motivations: To help their father, and obtain lots of information regarding superheroes, particularly sharing their father's goal of finding another way of creating more Parahumans besides the Cauldron's vials.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Likes:

• Their Father
• Their Power
• Sweets

Dislikes:

• Ethics
• Being left in the dark
• Authority figures

Derangement: Frankie has become very... exaggerated. When they feel an emotion, they feel it hard, and their face morphs to a cartoonish version of said emotion in intense situation. Sad? Their face will physically droop. Happy? His eyes and smile will grow to unnatural proportions.

Parahumanism

Skills: Frankie is pretty smart, especially in the field of biology and parahuman studies.

Classification: Shifter/Brute/Stranger

Details: Frankie has the ability to mold, manipulate, harden, and soften their own flesh, bone, muscle, and even some organs. Frankie can use this ability in many ways. They can mold their flesh into blades only a cell thick, or shields as hard as a hippo's skin, or anything between. The could also use this ability to impersonate another person, shifting their face, physique, and even vocal cords to mimic someone efficiently. They can even buff themselves up, giving themselves more muscle or reduce their size and increase their lean leg muscle for more speed. Though they're bound by conservation of mass, they can control their own regeneration, making producing more cells a cinch.

Limitations:

• Disconnected cells retain none of their shape or hardness/softness upon leaving the body.
• Frankie can not manipulate their own heart or brain.
• When accelerating their regeneration, Frankie's metabolism skyrockets, with nutrition being a serious issue. They need calories to burn, after all.
• Frankie needs a close up of someone's face to replicate their face.

Equipment: The only thing Frankie carries on their person besides a disposable phone are some high carb sweets.

Kafka Komedy's Kharacter Kompendium

Dean "Martyr" Ryder

Martyr

Name: Dean Ryder
Alias: Martyr
Age: 17
Alignment: Hero
Loyalty: Ward
Appearance: Dean is a slightly lanky but still a bit muscular young man, about 6' and 120 lbs. He has a smooth face and a small nose, along with small lips. His skin is quite pale, contrasting with his bright red eyes, marking him as an albino. His blonde hair is messily swept out of his line of sight, aided by his thin-lens glasses. He wears T-shirts he made himself almost constantly, and prefers not to wear a jacket to show them off, though he will if it gets cold enough. He wears mostly jeans ranging from blue to black, with the occasional pair of shorts thrown in. If he does wear shorts, he'll probably end up wearing long socks with his almost formal looking sneakers.

Dean's costume is very simple and basic. On top of his head lie a pair of red goggles, built by Decoy with a holographic display embedded in them. He also has a small earpiece that allows him to communicate with others. His arms are wrapped in a few bandages, since he's almost always sustaining some sort of injury out of combat. He also has iron elbow pads and leather gauntlets to protect himself from slight harm. Around his torso is a Kevlar-based sheathe that allows him to hold his weapon and take another hit in combat. His metal belt holds up some basic baggy shorts hiding metal knee pads, and black and red boots wrap up the outfit.

History: Dean was originally a surprisingly normal child. Although he had a propensity to make a mess of his shirts and liked finger-painting, he was completely average for the first 5 years of his life. Then he met his uncle, Derek. Derek was a superhero with the Protectorate, and Dean heard of his exploits constantly. This didn't mean that Derek was a good person though. Derek treated everyone around him fairly bad, not including the young Dean. But still, they stuck up with Derek because he was a hero. This experience stuck with Dean for years to come.

Dean was not very popular at school. After kindergarten Dean's long rants and slight pretentiousness removed much chance he had of making friends, and over time, most people began to dislike him. Then mock him behind his back. Than to his face. For years, Dean had no idea what to do. Every day he was sad at his lack of friends and retreated further inwards, turning to the internet and music for pleasure. He even began helping his father out with his textile production stuff sometimes. But this didn't make him feel much better, and his parent's advice of "be yourself" helped so very little. Eventually, he confided in his uncle. His uncle gave him some advice. "Be a hero, kid."

Dean began working out a bit. Not fully noticeable muscle, but still, he was stronger than before, and took Track at school in an attempt to increase his stamina. Eventually, he got enough confidence in himself to attempt it. The next day, in the hallways, he encountered a senior and a junior harassing a freshman. Dean almost grinned as he approached the group. He told them to stop. They asked him why. He told them why. They told him piss off. He asked him why he should. Then one of them threw a punch, and Dean knew exactly what to do.

He dispatched the two young men, albeit with a new broken rib and two black eyes. But he had did it, he became a hero. Even if it was just a small time one. The people at school thought he was awesome, minus some of the two's friends, and for once, Dean was accepted. Then he was tolerated. Then, the whole school was back to hating him. Why, he asked himself? Did he have to be a hero again? If so, he would be willing to suffer all the bruises and internal suspensions in the world.

Again, Dean went looking for trouble, and he found it. One of the bullies he had dispatched before was back to his ways, picking on someone. Dean smiled and went up to him, tapping his back. To his surprise, the bully smiled too, at the sight of Dean's face. Dean attempted to keep his cool, as the bully told him about how he was looking for Dean. Dean was confused, and looked around. A small circle was forming around the two, comprised of the very people that had called him a hero. The bully got closer, a flame in his hand. Dean was very scared. He called to the people in his crowd, those he knew the names of, but none responded with more than "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Dean backed up against the crowd but they pushed him back in. Betrayed by the people he tried so hard to get on his side, these feelings had been building up for months. He felt stressed, anguished, and most of all, alone. His executioner raised his fist, and Dean closed his eyes.

But that scream he heard wasn't his. It sounded exactly like him, but his mouth was shut tight. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by himself. His own corpse, face down on the tile. The bully stared at the the body, then back up at Dean, the Dean he was, and stared back down at the corpse. Dean, the one that wasn't dead, spent no time in pondering anything, and took action, quickly felling the murderer with an uppercut, courtesy of the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Dean was astounded at his own ability, to generate another him. He quickly fled the school and made his way home, to test it out again. Locking his door behind him and focusing again, he called on another version of himself, and he appeared. This Dean seemed older, and sighed dejectedly, as he appeared.

"Where's the danger? I didn't get a message."
"Danger? I just want to test out my new powers. I can't believe I got superpowers! Oh man I bet all the kids at school will be so jealous! I should-"
"Shut up. I only have about 20 seconds, so listen. These other You's, you don't just make them. They're from another universe, sometimes different, sometimes the same. Every time you call us, it's a death sentence. We have to die. Don't, for god's sake don't call any more. Don't be a hero. Don't. Do you hear me? Don't. Don't... don't..." He hurriedly explained, before beginning to melt into himself. He seemed to try and want to say something, anything, but all he could do was look into Dean's eyes as he slowly died.

After this, Dean registered himself as an official Parahuman and decided to be a non-combatant, sufficiently scared of killing people, himself mostly. For a few weeks, Dean was taken an interest in, but once everyone realized he wasn't going to talk about it, they started ignoring him again. Dean deigned things were probably for the best, and decided to just wallow in a depressed slump while making a blog. He also began making his own T-shirts after beginning to bond with his father more. He also kept up with track, and even did a bit of weightlifting.

But just because this Dean didn't use his abilities, that didn't mean others stopped. Dean was summoned. Sitting, silently in missus Lalonde's literacy class, he was writing a paper on something inane when suddenly, he was hurtling through space and times, eerily silent except for his own voice. "Kill the fat woman" was all he said.

With a small rush of air, Dean was suddenly in an alley, surrounded by unfamiliar people and his own corpses. Upon the ground lie a sword, and Dean grabbed it up, charging the largest woman there. Quickly she commanded him to stop, but it was no use, somehow he seemed immune. By the time she called to her slaves, she had already been run through with the blade.

Dean stood there, waiting, eyes shut tight, waiting for his death. Waiting to become an amorphous blob, a fair representation of himself even metaphorically. But said transition never came, and some people came up to him, those he didn't know. Apparently, these were his teammates in this universe, a group of people called the Wards. He had heard of them before, a junior superhero group in his city. It seemed this was the universe of a Dean who had never gotten the message. This Dean accepted the Protectorates offer to become part of the Wards and fought crime with these people.

Dean didn't know what to do. He simply made his way home, or where he thought was home, and sat in his room for a very long time. This was earth shattering. How many differences could there be in this universe? He could have been a completely different person, must have been. Firstly, he informed his parents, and obviously hey were heartbroken. He also informed the Wards, and mentioned he would probably be retiring. After this, he spent a long time, about a month, trying to find differences between the world he used to inhabit, interspersed with sadness about not seeing his real father, mother, or even uncle Derek ever again.

It seemed there was only one major split point; Not receiving the message from a Dean that this was not a power to be trifled with. This lead to Dean joining the Wards as Spawn, and having a worse relationship with his father, but having some friends. There were many minor things that changed too, what he ate for breakfast and the like, but what mattered most to Dean was that there were about 16 years of his life now muddled up. His father wasn't his father, his mother wasn't his mother, and he wasn't even himself. At this time Dean thought back. How could he solve this problem? "Be a hero, kid."

There was no guarantee that Dean wasn't going to get pulled again, and he'd never have a truly amazing relationship with his father, so the only thing he could really ever hope to do was leave a good impression on this universe. He joined up with the Wards again, now having less qualms about himself and his place in the universe. He was probably always fated to do something like this, in fact the universe he was in was probably the real universe, the "alpha," and it was his duty to join the Wards. He just hadn't seen it until now.

Personality

Motivations: All Dean wants it to be remembered as a Hero and liked. So much so, in fact, his entire point of joining the Wards was to throw himself at danger until he died.
Sexuality: Straight
Likes:

• The Internet in general
• Keygen Music
• MySpace
• The N64
• Sprite Comics
• Making T-shirts

Dislikes:

• Popular Music
• Studying
• Celebrities

Derangement: Although Dean was already much to worried about others and not worried enough about himself, his powers have kicked that into overdrive. He barely has a will to live, just a will to propagate his existence enough to leave a lasting mark of good.

Parahumanism

Skills: Dean has been running track and lifting weights for a decent amount of time and as such, is faster, stronger, and has more stamina than your average man. Track in particular made him quite light on his feet, and he's quite fast for someone without speed powers. He's also been taking swordsmanship classes for just under a year now, and is learning at a steady but slow pace. Dean knows how to throw a boomerang okay, at above a novice's level. He can reasonably hit targets about 10m away without distractions. Finally, he has a bit of a passion for graphic design and would probably take up his family's textile manufacturer if he lives long enough.

Classification: Master/Breaker

Details: Dean may pull another version of himself through to his universe. Alt. Dean is informed of his job while being hurtled through to another universe as a beam of light, and is transported to an unoccupied space near O. Dean. Alt. Deans may only stick around for up to thirty seconds before melting into a biological sludge. It's been hypothesized by Dean that he may be able to extend this time in some manner through practice, but he refuses to practice because he is killing Deans while doing so. One interesting facet of Dean's power is that, if he's killed, the Alt. Dean will no longer melt. As mentioned in his history this has happened to Dean once before, and he hopes it never does again.

Dean can indeed summon more than one copy of himself, though every time he summons a copy before his previous one dies, he gets a more divergent alternate universe. Summon one would have had a different breakfast that morning and nothing else. Clone 2 would have been using a different weapon. Clone 3 may have a differing set of morals due to a different upbringing, while clone 4 may be a super villain that would intentionally try to kill O. Dean. Each of these Deans has the same time limit as the last currently alive Dean clone.

Limitations: No Deans share any kind of special connection or mental link with each other, with the exception of the message of purpose each receives before being sent off. Deans are also not forced in any way to follow said purposes, in fact, it's entirely possible for an Alt. Dean to try and kill O. Dean for his spot. Dean is also entirely a regular, well-trained human with no super strength or endurance.

Equipment:

• Protectorate Communication Earpiece - A device that allows Dean and his teammates to communicate. He can also use it to talk to his Alt. Deans, should they learn and input the frequency in their allotted time.
• Martyr Suit - A light set of armor designed to allow fluid, fast movement. The goggles were built by Decoy, allowing holographic interfacing and the such. Unfortunately, the only real protection is the two Kevlar straps along his torso, his gauntlets, his knee and shoulder pads, and his belt.
• Sword - A straight, single edged blade made from S7 Shock steel. Able to wielded effectively in two hands or one, it's an amazingly well built weapon.
• Grappling Hook - A handheld device that allows one to scale small buildings by firing a hook with a rope attached. Although some buildings are intentionally designed to slip these off, most buildings can be scaled in this way. The rope is about 40 feet long and can support about 150 lbs. of weight.
• Boomerang - A cast aluminum non-returning boomerang. Although it can't be thrown as far as standard plywood boomerangs, only about 20m, it packs a decent punch.

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@BCTheEntity Ah, thanks. So a character like this:

Here I Come!

Is that cool?

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

Another question (hate to ask two in a row but hey, whatever) What's the aesthetic generally? Cyberpunk, Sci-fantasy, apocalyptic, ect.

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

This looks pretty damn cool. Should my schedule be free enough, I'll be joining for sure. Would you mind giving some examples of Biomods, though? Thinking about characters and wanted to see what you meant by that.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Martyr: PRT Headquarters

As Tulpa- or Evelyn, that was her real name, responded to him Dean suddenly got the urge to shift his feet. He felt nothing, absolutely nothing touched his foot, but he instinctively lifted it up and moved it back a little, for no reason at all. Dean passed it off as nothing more than a flash from the multiverse and moved on though.

As Eve finished her piece, Lord Douche appeared in a puff flashiness and decreed his name. Unfortunately, Dean had already called him Margrave, so all his posturing and silly hand gesture netted him was another person who thought he was dumb. Dean surmised to ignore the giant elephant in the room (how they got stuck with Elliot) and looked instead to Messiah, who stepped around the young man and apologized for his behavior. She also asked names, which Dean wasn't surprised at. Messiah always went out of her way to incredibly nice to new people. And old people. Just people in general, really, which was pretty noble, but probably wouldn't get her many more brownie points.

That left the final member of the crew, and another masked woman, Epsilon. But looking around, Dean didn't see her. She must have already made her way to training maybe? Without introducing herself to the new girl. Dean allowed his palm to hit his face. He knew his team was... well, not very good, to say the least, but they couldn't even introduce themselves properly? Surviving long enough to become part of the Protectorate itself seemed like the only way he was going to get some actual recognition. "Sorry you got stuck with us." Dean said, motioning to Margrave and the empty seat of Epsilon. "I'm sure you'll be moving up to the Protectorate proper soon, right?"

Before the girl had a chance to respond, Sonar interrupted the group. Apparently the absent Ira had made her way to the firing range, and had already gotten herself in trouble. Dean resisted the urge to facepalm at her again, instead using his now free hand to unsheathe the blade strapped to his back. Sonar made his way through the hall and down the stairwell, Dean following suit, ignoring whatever finer details his commanding officer was saying for the moment. As long as he had heads to bust, Dean was fine.

As Sonar busted through the door, so did Dean, blade pointed at whatever looked the most threatening. At the current moment the only thing he didn't recognize was the small drone, so his sword was pointed at that. Sonar entered the room and alerted Decoy, while Dean went over to the drone and poised to slash it in half. The thing could very well be hiding weapons of some kind, and if it showed even the smallest sign of acting up, he'd smash it in an instant. Still, looked like that wouldn't be an issue, considering Decoy was already there, complimenting the kid hacker on his shit. "Any funny stuff, any hidden weapons or EMPs or Parahuman-disablers, I'll smash the thing." Dean explained, half to those in the room and half to the man outside it.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Love Craft: Icehouse Hideout

An attractive and intelligent young person stood among 4 others inside a huge storage closet inside the Icehouse. Frankie was their name, but when they happened to look like they did, they prefered Love Craft. The dashing and chiseled rogue who was offering Frankie coffee currently was the man who had called them all here, Broker. He offered Frankie money, and a place where they could build their own lab (or, their father's lab at least.) In return for funding and the space though, Frankie would have to put their unique talents on the table, along with three other parahumans.

The first person to grab the offered coffee cup was a young girl, probably Frankie's age. She exuberated an air of "Eeehhh" and Depression with her drab clothing and slouched back. Frankie doubted those scars even had interesting stories. She sat down near the soldier-man who declined the coffee. Apparently made him "jittery." Frankie couldn't help but giggle at this fact. As much as they loved a man in uniform, he was fairly old, just assuming from his posture and voice, and he still didn't drink coffee? Frankie must've been half this man's age and they'd have some!

"Of course, I'd love coffee." Frankie accepted, grabbing a cup and taking a seat near the mercenary. "I'm strong enough for it. But if anyone has trouble, I wouldn't mind helping them relax." They said in their ever-so-slightly shrill voice, a gaze pointed at the man fiddling with his gun in public. With that, Frankie turned their attention to the final member they had yet to address and was quite impressed.

An immensely attractive young man was the group's final member. He was a bit tall, with boyish messy hair, and was obviously thin but not a stick. Though his costume was kind of foppish, if that was the right word? He was trying a bit too hard to be cool, point being. It was obvious he should try and be pretty like Frankie instead! It was only wise to improve on your strengths than you weaknesses after all. The man was blessed in the genetic category, he ought to show it off! But Frankie digressed, and hopefully stopped biting their lip and looking at them while wringing their hands. To distract themselves, Frankie took out a small snack and started on their coffee. They were ready whenever everyone else was.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Martyr: PRT Headquarters

Dean looked at the clock. 3:47. He hadn't expected the meeting to take very long, but even though he had been sitting here for only three minutes, Dean was already bored. No one seemed to want to make small talk, and Dean never carried his phone on him when he had his cape costume on. Damage came easy to Dean. Maybe it was because he wanted it to, maybe it was because the universe wanted it for him, or maybe a little of column A and B at once. Point was, he had nothing to play games on like the Protectorate man sitting on the opposite side of the table.

That was Protean, Dean was told by Sonar, and although the man was wearing no costume, one could assume he was Protean. Every other member of the PRT local team was there. Inkscape, the leader, and also a squid (or octopus, Dean always forgot) in a suit. Noble, a woman who emitted gasses from her pores and could float, was beside him. Beside her, was Decoy and Captain Morales. Decoy was (supposedly) a fat japanese dude who built things that the whole PRT got to use, and Captain Morales, who had the ability to give people confidence. It always made more sense to Dean that a Master be in control of things on a team, but he was beat in seniority, so wallowing in obscurity was bound for now.

Dean looked at Sonar with a questioning and dismissive expression. Although the kid had more hero-ing experience, he was younger than Dean by a two year margin. In fact, Dean was the oldest one in the group, even though Elliot- or Margrave as he preferred, was standing at 17 as well. Or, at least, Dean assumed that. Dean had never actually asked Elliot of his birthday, but he knew the girls of the group were 16 both. When was the time to tell someone your birthday anyways? Around the time of the birthday obviously, but if someone wanted an expensive gift then you might not be able to get it to them, because you wouldn't have enough time to get the funds together. But it would be rude to tell them more than a month in advance. Would someone even need a month's advance to get something expensive though? Unless they had recently spent the cash it was pretty unlikely that-

Dean felt someone tap him on the shoulder. It could have been one of the two people to his side, or Sonar, or maybe he was imagining things, but he still lackadaisically looked up and around the room. Kens was giving everyone a look, and, assuming maybe he could be part of the problem, stopped repetitively rapping his fingers against the table. Moments after that, he began.

It seemed the Wards had a new member on their hands, a girl named Tulpa. Kens made it clear in no uncertain terms that Tulpa was to be kept safe and happy, just like the rest of the team. Sonar and Inkscape even got two very horrible gazes to reassure them that they would be much more than fired if this decision bit him in the ass. With this, two men brought her in. Dean had to admit, the new girl did look good. Though not tall, she was slim, with a bit of curvaceousness to her as well. He allowed himself a slight smile as he stood up.

The adults in the room all gave her some encouragement, as they left, leaving just the Wards, and their leader. Sonar suggested they all get down to business, reforming the team dynamic, but not before he introduced himself. Dean decided he ought to as well. He walked up to the newbie as well, before introducing himself in a similar manner, though no formal handshake. He'd let her decide what to do with his hands.

"Hey. I'm Dean Ryder, also apart of the Wards. Martyr, clone powers guy. Nice to meet you Tulpa. Oh, you can just call me Dean, Like Collin over here. Fearless leader guy. We've also got Messiah, Margrave, and Epsilon on the team. Not sure if you've heard of us though. We just started this team up pretty recently and I took a major break a while back so not many people know of the new me." Dean lied. It wasn't a full lie, but it was still mostly a lie, which he felt the tiniest twinge of guilt for, before quickly locking it away. "So yeah, meet the team I guess."