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Anomalous

Wonderland Bar, Bywater District
7:12 pm

Alice checks her watch. The floors have been swept, the chairs dropped from small tables and wiped clean. Liqour has been stocked and accounted for. Lights are on and the music is playing softly; the smoky tones of Skye Townsend's "noreg" flowing freely through the speakers scattered through the building. The music would transform as the patrons came through becoming more dance heavy but for now the piano filled the room. Alice ponders how much it would be to fit a small stage and a piano for Live entertainment. She would have to see if she could convince someone to "gift" her a piano; she hasn't played in so many years. She spaces out for a second longer, remembering her lesons when she was younger before focusing back on her checklist. Bar accoutrements have been thoroughly sanitized, the ice machine is up and running, the minifridge is open... wait, what!?

"Either there's a Bug problem here or a Bird problem, which is it?" Alice steps slowly behind the countertop. The vague sounds of sirens can be heard as the song fades out to silence before picking up again with another soft melody. Alice shoots a panicked glance to the front doors of the bar, checking that they are still shut before casting her gaze to the stairwell door leading to her apartment above. Seeing the door slightly ajar, she calls out again.

"Jessie? Wren?"

Silence answers her, and the hair on the back of her neck starts to prickle. They have found you, you can never escape, there is no place to hide why did you think you even could why why why A whimper draws Alice from her internal struggle and she follows the sound to find a small child huddled at the floor of the bar, wrapped in a blanket and holding a juicebox. Her eyes are wide and fearful, and Alice takes only a second to kick her internal voice back into the hole it belongs as she slides to the floor to come to rest at the child's socked feet.

"Baby Bird you startled me, aren't you supposed to be upstairs?" She motions to her lap, and the child clambers into it with minimal juice spillage. "Couldn't sleep. huh? What's the matter?"

As she speaks a Firetruck speeds loudly along the street outside, throwing its redblue glare across the walls of the bar. The child whimpers again and buries her head into the crook of Alice's arm. "Bad dream and loud noises" is the muffled reply. Alice adjusts her small cargo, placing the blanket just over the top of the toddlers ears to help muffle the noise as the truck speeds onward towards it's destination. "It's okay, little one. Just a truck. Like the ones we see on the way to your school. Just a firetruck." She rubs the small ones back, singing along softly with the current music and slowly absorbing all the child's anxiety and fear as she stands and makes for the stairwell. As she climbs, she continues to console the child. "It's alright, there is no fire here so those trucks won't make noise for long, and then you can get back to bed". Padding through the living room and only stubbing her toe on the couch once Alice reaches the master bedroom and looks at the bundle of feet and blanket she is carrying. "Alright, Captain Wrenly. Ready for takeoff?" The child squeaks an assent before being tossed onto the queen sized bed, bouncing once as she lands in a heap. Giggling madly, she holds her arms up for a second go round. Alice picks up the bundle and spins in a circle before dropping the child onto the mattress again. She starts to tuck the small one in, placing the covers over her and dropping a kiss to the top of the child's forehead. As she tucks the little one in to the bed she hums a little, letting her mind relax and her thoughts drift towards sleep. She then turns that leaden feeling upon the toddler, watching as the giggling slows and the ywans begin. "Okay, kiddo. Bedtime for Birds. If you need anything, you know where the button is, okay? Goodnight, Wren." She points to the baby monitor on the nightstand and grins at the slightly breathless "goodnight Allie!" She turns to leave, stopping at the doorway to close the door almost all the way. As she makes her way back towards the stairwell to finish opening up for the night, alice knocks sharply on the other apartment door across the hall.

"Jessie, you in there? What's with all the firetrucks? What's the status looking like?"

Anomalous

Character Sheet

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

My Hider

Name |Alice Corbett
Alias | Jabberwocky
Age | 27
Gender | Female
Appearance | 5'9", 160lbs., athletic build, Facial scars (one on left brow, two on left cheek)
Notoriety | Missing
Class/Level | Mentalist/ Blue
Abilities | High Level Empath: Emotion Projection, Emotion Detection, Illusion Casting, Empathic Healing (low level), Empathic Link

[Gear] Combat style vest with pockets, said pockets have a variety of things including a pack of cigarettes, a small amount of Marijuana, a small bottle of Mollies, and a few nondescript muscle relaxers

Attire | Normal attire: Jeans and a button down shirt, sweatpants and a Tanktop, whatever shirt she grabbed to chase down the toddler

Armament/Equipment | a small set of keyring style brass knuckles, a can of mace, the bar has a shotgun under it, a beaseball bat

[Temperament & Lifestyle] Alice is a very calm individual, always seems well put together. Her lifestyle is quite hectic, she runs semi backwards to a normal schedule. Wonderland opens at 8pm, closes to the general public at 2am. She stays awake cleaning and keeping up the bar until time to take Wren to preschool, and then ZONKS until time to pick up the kid. Playtime, dinnertime, bathtime and bedtime, repeat. Ask anyone, she is a very genial but kind of closed off type person. The only other person who matters is Wrenly.

Affiliation | Individual, Wonderland (Bywater District)

Alignment | Maverick

Personality/Habits | Alice is very friendly and outgoing on the surface, she does run a bar after all. She is very good at keeping the liqour flowing as well as conversation, without actually speaking about herself very often. Quick to laugh or smile, but always has a mask in place for the public. Alice tends to be fairly neat, the bar is always spotless and well stocked. The apartment above it is also very clean, unless the toddler has wreaked havoc.

Occupation/Trade | Bartender/ Single parent

Skills/Talents | Alice can both detect the emotional state of individuals as well as use her own state to influence others. She can use the emotional fluctuations of those under the influence of mood altering drugs/alchohol to induce a kind of hallucinogenic state, similar to a "bad trip". She can also, once an emotional bond/link has been formed, know when someone is in a state of emotional distress such as danger or shock and get a sense of where they are in relation to her within a radius of a few blocks. Alice can, when concentrating all her focus, heal small wounds both physical and emotional by "taking on" the wound. This is limited and very uncommon for her to do, as it makes her vulnerable.

Family | John Hawthorne, father (deceased). Linda Hawthorne, mother (deceased). Nicholas Hawthorne, Brother (deceased). Emily Hawthorne, sister in law (deceased). Unnamed parents, (deceased). Wrenly Corbett, niece (alive, 4 years old).

Background | Alice grew up in a fairly reasonable home life with her parents John and Linda and her older brother Nicholas. She and her brother were practically inseperable, and anyone who knew them would tell you that Alice was always masterminding their adventures. Whenever trouble happened, Nick would always stick up for his sister, claiming wholeheartedly "Alice gets whatever she wants!" Whether it was "borrowing" the neighbors car to go get pizza or "convincing the ice cream man to give them everything", Alice was always at the root of the problem but seemingly always escaped punishment. After getting in hot water at school for convincing two boys to fight, Alice was placed in a Childs therapy group where it was discovered that she was actually manipulating the emotions of those around her. Her family was torn apart by the discovery: her parents thought they ad failed to raise her right and her brother staunchly defended her; saying it was not her fault that she had these abilities and that she would never misuse them with people she knew/loved. She was institutionalised at her parents behest and used as a study by several psychologists/ scientists who eventually officially handed over to N.O.V.A for their use. Trained by N.O.V.A as a tracker/influencer, Alice was sent out to use her abilities to convince Variants to register by choice or by force as well as to track down those who were harmful. This was a highly successful and lucrative job but earned the ire of the Variants. Her brother Nicholas, however, was proud of his sister and the work she did; telling her it was a neccessary part of keeping people safe. He considered it just as important as a police officer or a doctor, just for Variants. Alice had her doubts as to the morality of her job as more and more Variants were "convinced" to register the Hard Way and tried to leave N.O.V.A for good. She used her access to the registry of Variants to find a small group of Vigilantes who she paid handsomely to help her fake her death in a freak car accident. They set her up with a new identity, papers, and a place to stay until things blew over. She struck up a kinship with a fellow Variant by the name of Jessica Beadle. Through Jessie, Alice tried to reach out to her brother to let him know she was still alive and say her goodbyes only to find that he and his wife had died in a "botched home invasion". Her niece had been found in the closet of her home and was in the custody of Social Services, so Alice and Jessie fudged the records to give Alice custody of her. With the only family she has left and a single friend who knows of her past, Alice is determined not to go back under the eye of N.O.V.A. And as we all know: Alice gets what she wants

The Anomalous Chronicles (working title)

always in, man!

Power Play

Name: Samantha-Katherine Haskill (Sam)

Alias: CopyKat, Hoss

Appearance: Brownish hair, usually braided to keep it out of the way. They have a red bandanna from their Dad, it is always in a pocket or around their neck. They are fairly small, but sturdy build. Typically dresses in rodeo casual, Jeans and a white tshirt with either a flannel or a denim jacket. Always wears boots. Belt buckles are a thing. Carries work gloves, but cuts the fingertips out of them

Age: 25

Gender: NonBinary, They/them

Hometown: Amarillo, Texas

Biography: Born in a tiny ass town on the border of Texas and Oklahoma, Sam has seen their fair share of hard work and hardships. Used to farmwork, fair enough at learning, not so good at fitting in. Consistently bullied for being "too much of a tomboy", Sam grabbed hold of any chance they could to get the heck outta dodge, so to speak. This came in the form of the rodeo circuts. Sam hired on originally as an assistant to the veterinarian, and when the crew traveled, so did they. Sam is a quick study, and used their time on the road to learn about the ins and outs of a number of animals, both stock and wild. A few years into the circuit, though, Sam was unable to save the bronco of the rodeo boss who decided that the only way to recoup from the loss was for Sam to use their travels to work in his side business: human trafficking. Sam ran like hell from this idea, and in their running, discovered the innate ability to "shift" into animal forms. Knowing little about their powers, but sure of the need to put some distance in between them and their former boss, Sam wanders her way across the country to a spot where they hear people like them gather.....

Personality: Sam is fairly quiet but the epitome of Southern Hospitality. Always quick with a "yes Ma'am" or a "no Sir". Sam tends to enjoy being around animals more than the people, but is decent at smalltalk and will give the shirt off their back to help out someone in need. Good at deflecting, never wants to spend too much time on theirself

Skillset: Animal Handling, Farm work, Chorin', cookin', basic survival skills. Decent in a fight but doesn't like to

Powers: animal shapeshifting, partial animal shapeshifting. Sam can't shift into anything she doesn't have a good knowledge of, so unless they spends time learning the ins and outs of a critter it might not go well. Can only shift within their own mass, to a point. so no whales or anythin huge. Calorie consumption is also a major factor. If Sam wants to shift into a larger animal than they are capable of normally, or one that is specialized like a bird, they would have to consume a good amount of food before and after. As such, Sam is always snackin.

Tools and Equipment: a rucksack, a sleeping bag, a set of Various tools of the trade for a Large animal Veterinarian, Several sets of clothes, a Stetson, a foldable pocketknife, a length of rope (lasso), a mess kit, and space in the rucksack for snacks

Additional Information: theme song:
youtube.com/watch?v=L8mhajaxo1E

face claim:
imgur.com/a/y2Jaxnk

Zero Hour (Futuristic Agent RP) (working title)

WE ARE BACK BABY I AM SO DOWN

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

2 AM, February 4th, 2026.
Coast Condos. Across the street from the Coast City Institute of the Arts. Coast City, California.

*BZZZTTT*
"Security cams show the thief in the West Wing, the Historical arts exhibit. Looks like they can fly, or at least glide. Taking out the guards and - HEY!!!!! Look if you aren't gonna pay attention, I can always go back to watching Netflix and sticking forks in electrical outlets."
Beka sighs and taps the mic on her helmet.
"yeah yeah, west wing. Art thief, possible flight. Yes to Netflix, no to forks. You remember what happened last time. I'm not there to putout the fire and or fix the breakers when you inevitably blow something.

WAIT. ANOTHER FLIER?


Jessie this might be someone like me?
"Pfft maybe"

"Time to drop in for a reunion i guess. Never was one for the whole "early is on time thing"

Rebekah picks herself up out of the crouch and assesses the distance to the Institute window. Its across the street, a good 100 feet across and two floors down.
Tapping another button on the helmet, she turns on the thermal imaging, and watches the code fly across the screen as Jessie locks on to her target. Beka drops her eyesight to the bottom of her HUD, pulling up her Pandora screen. She sets it to "SOAD Radio" and brings her eyes back to the ledge as the music begins to play.

A guitar begins the chords to Aerials as she calculates her flight path once she jumps.
Noting the distance needed, she takes four steps backwards on the roof she is standing on, takes a breath and begins to sprint.
Another breath, a foot pushing off the roof edge.
A drop to her stomach, a rush of adrenaline as she starts to fall.
A whoop of pure joy as she tucks her wings close to her body, beginning to spiral as she plummets toward her destination.
The sound of drums as she pushes her baton through the window ahead of her, twisting in the air to land safely.
A beat.
She hits carpet and shakes out her wings.
Another beat.

Beka runs to the end of the corridor, pausing to take in her compatriots directions.
"LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT B A START"
*okay go left, take a right, another left... wait*
"Are you playing Contra? In the middle of a robbery? Now whos not paying attention?"
"Well you said you had this but suuuure, take a left and hit the stairs jeez"
Beka grins at her friends antics and heads in the direction of the stairs.
"You know I love your ability to multitask right?"
A commotion is heard as Beka reaches the stairs and she watches as the ceiling lights crash down onto the first floor and the men below.
A second crash as a window shatters, taking a figure through it.

"Change of plans, Jessie. This is gonna be an air job. Leaving the scene now keep tabs on them?" She sighs and jumps the railing, circling once as she readies herself to corkscrew through the shattered window.
As she reaches the night air once more she hears Jesies voice rattling off new directions, but she can already see the figure in the distcance.
A few swift beats of her wings and she is gaining.
Beka shouts at the ever nearing figure, "CITIZEN, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR SUSPECTED THEFT. ANY RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH... RESISTANCE"
She cringes inwardly at her wording, but surges forward through the air as the figure before her falters slightly.
*Looks like my numbers are coming up, this is gonna be easier outside* Beka shivers, bracing both for the cold and the impact of two bodies in flight.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

Coast City, California
11:00 am
[VR]cade lobby

Beka sighs and fiddles with her desktop monitor. The doors are unlocked, the signs are lit; the arcade is officially open and that means Beka is bored. "Nobody shows up early mornings for a vr session why dont we open at like two o clock?" Beka sifts through the emails on the screen in front of her. As she knew would be the case, there are no booked rooms until later in the afternoon so she is on her own until someone decides to stop in and check the place out. She shoots a text to Jessie.

To: Bedbug<3
HEY YOU UP??? WHY AM I OPENING ALONE

Beka steps out from behind the counter and stretches, her wings extending slightly as her shoulders pop with the motion. Guess if i am going to be stuck here, i might as well make the best of it. She grabs the remote for the stores stereo system and finds the Alternative Pandora station. Dropping to the ground Beka begins a set of pushups, folding her wings tight against her back to reduce their resistance. She counts as she pushes off the floor, moving from two-handed to one handed sets. "Hopefully someone will come in soon, or Jessie has an errand for me or something. I really need a good bit of excercise. Can't get soft now." She huffs and continues with her work.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

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Superhero/villain Name: Hawkegirl
Civilian Name: Rebekah Hall (Beka)
Origin city/Planet: Cairo, Egypt
Hometown: Coast City, California
Sex: female
Race: Thanagerian
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 187 lbs
Age: 40 Birth Date: August 16th, 1985
Tier: lowish intermediate tier, can bench a car
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Costumed Appearance: Beka wears BDU camo pants and military work boots when in costume, and her Silver belt is always on with her police baton in it, costume or not. She wears very baggy t shirts with the sleeves and back cut out of them when in costume and always has her Jessie made Hawk mask, featuring her HUD systems. The sleeves being removed is purely an aesthetic choice, although Beka will claim "tactical advantage" when asked. She tends towards black camo for her pants and white t shirts. Her belt has a small loop in it for her Baton.

Civilian Appearance: Beka used to be a fairly conservative person, but the newfound freedom of supers becoming public (and her dismissal from the Police) has driven her to be more self confident and try on a different style. As such, Beka can usually be found in tight jeans and tank tops or t shirts and denim jackets. She always wears boots, no matter the occasion. The Silver belt is always on her person, though it seems to alter slightly to match the outfit. Once she gained a position as front desk woman/security for Jessie's VRcade, Beka donned a name tag and a baseball cap with the logo, but seems to wear whatever she throws on to work. Her (stolen) police baton is always on her person, easily concealed by folding.

Icon: n/a??? maybe the wings???

Costumed Personality: Beka is very brusque and comes off as cold and sarcastic in costume. She tries to be completely unrecognizable from her normal persona which tends to be carefree and a bit wild. She tends to have a bit more anger when in costume, but stays for the most part razor sharp in terms of detail and execution of a mission. she has a very dark sense of humor, and lives for sass.

Civilian Personality: Beka can easily put on a "customer service" persona during work hours. The only change from this work facade is in the presence of Jessie, whom she lives to sass. Beka tends to play it off, but cares deeply for the tiny family she has made and will do anything to keep them happy. She tends to show her affections in a snarky, almost harsh manner but ultimately is a secret softie. Inside her mind, however, Beka is always looking out for signs of larger trouble, and her inner thoughts and feelings tend towards the pessimistic. Now that she has found this family of hers, she fully intends to keep them safe.

Super abilities: Flight via wings, enhanced eyesight and hearing, thermal regulation (to a point), prolonged lifespan due to alien physiology, super strength

-Skills: Military/police training, krav maga and hand to hand combat training, some gun training

-Powers: flight, superstrenght

-Gadgets: Nth metal belt (neuroreactive, changes shape based on the wearers dress requirements), Nth metal Baton (looks like a folding police baton, still has the power to negate magic), police issue handcuffs, JESSIETECH MASK
Jessietech mask abilities: infra red and night vision imaging, photo capability for stakeouts, X-ray vision, motion detection, the ability to highlight and track targets up to a certain distance, and an always-on internet connection so she can pull up Youtube and chill if she wants. (which she frequently abuses for in fight theme music and tinder)

-Weapons: Nth metal Baton, tazer, can of MACE (get it?)

Civilian Occupation: Former Police, former Military, currently employed as a Sales technician/ security officer at

Biography---------

Character History/Origin:

Beka was born in Cairo and raised there with her mother until she was ten years old. her mother Leila was a member of the Egyptian police force, and was fairly strict with Beka, enforcing a curfew and a tight study schedule. Studious and stubborn, Beka breezed through her schoolwork and would then use her free time to explore. She often found herself climbing to the tallest spires of churches and mosques to watch the daily goings on of the city. This resulted in scolding and punishment from her mother, who made quite an effort to keep her grounded. Beka was home tutored, not really getting much socialization from other kids her age; choosing instead to spend her time hanging around her next door neighbors pigeon coop. Three days before her tenth birthday, Beka's mother gave her a gift wrapped in gold paper. Inside were her mothers Silver belt and Baton, which Leila was never seen without. Beka was told that she would need to keep them with her always as they would protect her from harm. That night Leila went out on routine patrol and was never heard from again. She had left a note at the station, saying simply that she "must return home" and leaving contact information for Beka's father John.

Beka was flown to California and dropped into the care of her father and his wife and family. john was not very happy at the new addition to his family, taking very little part in the care of his daughter, and his wife was not much better. Beka finds out during puberty that once she takes her belt off at night she begun to develop wings, disappearing again once the belt was on. Beka immediately realized she had ZERO time for that, and begun wearing the belt constantly, realizing its form seemed to shift with her outfit. Beka was often overlooked or straight up ignored during the daily routine, and she spent her teenage years in and out of trouble with her parents for fighting and sneaking out. Her father enrolled her in a military education school in hopes of "instilling some discipline" into her, and the physical training and strict routine helped to get her mind back on track. the belt stayed with her, keeping her "secret" from the world. She decided to enlist after graduation, and completed two tours of duty with the Army.After retiring due to a minor injury, Beka remembered how much good her mother did as an officer and decided to follow in the same footsteps. She enrolled in the police academy immediately, hoping to feel closer to her mother. She currently spends her nights Vigilanting, trying to do as much good with her powers as she can with her badge.
POST TIMESKIP:
Finding it harder during the last five years to try and balance the stress of both a full time job with the CCPD and her vigilante work on the side, Beka made a number of mistakes (including not finishing the mysterious atm thief cases she had been working on for two years) and was demoted to desk duty. Becoming increasingly frustrated by her lack of *actual crimestopping*, Beka spent longer times away from the desk and eventually was caught on tape by the chief of police. Beka officially resigned her position as an officer due to work related stress. She spent months trying to find a job suited to her skills and affording the time to help her city, but came up short and was evicted from her apartment. Turning to the only person in the city who still had dealings with her was her only option. Beka went to Jessie and begrudgingly asked for help in finding a profession and was given a spot on the payroll running the {AR}Cade. Jessie also offered up the above shop apartment for Beka to use, as long as rent was paid. Beka now works for Jessie helping to run the Arcade as well as being undercover security for the not so legal dealings that the storefront hides within. having found a (fellow asshole) friendship with Jessie and Judas, Beka finally was able to fit her work and her desire to keep the city safe into one working plan. now she just has to keep the city safe. From Jessie.

Optional information
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Nemesis: N/A
Allies: Jessie, Judas
Team: None yet

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

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Superhero/villain Name: Hawkegirl
Civilian Name: Rebekah Hall (Beka)
Origin city/Planet: Cairo, Egypt
Hometown: Coast City, California
Sex: female
Race: Thanagerian
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 187 lbs
Age: 40 Birth Date: August 16th, 1985
Tier: lowish intermediate tier, can bench a car
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Costumed Appearance: Beka wears BDU camo pants and military work boots when in costume, and her Silver belt is always on with her police baton in it, costume or not. She wears very baggy t shirts with the sleeves and back cut out of them when in costume and always has her Jessie made Hawk mask, featuring her HUD systems. The sleeves being removed is purely an aesthetic choice, although Beka will claim "tactical advantage" when asked. She tends towards black camo for her pants and white t shirts. Her belt has a small loop in it for her Baton.

Civilian Appearance: Beka used to be a fairly conservative person, but the newfound freedom of supers becoming public (and her dismissal from the Police) has driven her to be more self confident and try on a different style. As such, Beka can usually be found in tight jeans and tank tops or t shirts and denim jackets. She always wears boots, no matter the occasion. The Silver belt is always on her person, though it seems to alter slightly to match the outfit. Once she gained a position as front desk woman/security for Jessie's VRcade, Beka donned a name tag and a baseball cap with the logo, but seems to wear whatever she throws on to work. Her (stolen) police baton is always on her person, easily concealed by folding.

Icon: n/a??? maybe the wings???

Costumed Personality: Beka is very brusque and comes off as cold and sarcastic in costume. She tries to be completely unrecognizable from her normal persona which tends to be carefree and a bit wild. She tends to have a bit more anger when in costume, but stays for the most part razor sharp in terms of detail and execution of a mission. she has a very dark sense of humor, and lives for sass.

Civilian Personality: Beka can easily put on a "customer service" persona during work hours. The only change from this work facade is in the presence of Jessie, whom she lives to sass. Beka tends to play it off, but cares deeply for the tiny family she has made and will do anything to keep them happy. She tends to show her affections in a snarky, almost harsh manner but ultimately is a secret softie. Inside her mind, however, Beka is always looking out for signs of larger trouble, and her inner thoughts and feelings tend towards the pessimistic. Now that she has found this family of hers, she fully intends to keep them safe.

Super abilities: Flight via wings, enhanced eyesight and hearing, thermal regulation (to a point), prolonged lifespan due to alien physiology, super strength

-Skills: Military/police training, krav maga and hand to hand combat training, some gun training

-Powers: flight, superstrenght

-Gadgets: Nth metal belt (neuroreactive, changes shape based on the wearers dress requirements), Nth metal Baton (looks like a folding police baton, still has the power to negate magic), police issue handcuffs, JESSIETECH MASK
Jessietech mask abilities: infra red and night vision imaging, photo capability for stakeouts, X-ray vision, motion detection, the ability to highlight and track targets up to a certain distance, and an always-on internet connection so she can pull up Youtube and chill if she wants. (which she frequently abuses for in fight theme music and tinder)

-Weapons: Nth metal Baton, tazer, can of MACE (get it?)

Civilian Occupation: Former Police, former Military, currently employed as a Sales technician/ security officer at

Biography---------

Character History/Origin:

Beka was born in Cairo and raised there with her mother until she was ten years old. her mother Leila was a member of the Egyptian police force, and was fairly strict with Beka, enforcing a curfew and a tight study schedule. Studious and stubborn, Beka breezed through her schoolwork and would then use her free time to explore. She often found herself climbing to the tallest spires of churches and mosques to watch the daily goings on of the city. This resulted in scolding and punishment from her mother, who made quite an effort to keep her grounded. Beka was home tutored, not really getting much socialization from other kids her age; choosing instead to spend her time hanging around her next door neighbors pigeon coop. Three days before her tenth birthday, Beka's mother gave her a gift wrapped in gold paper. Inside were her mothers Silver belt and Baton, which Leila was never seen without. Beka was told that she would need to keep them with her always as they would protect her from harm. That night Leila went out on routine patrol and was never heard from again. She had left a note at the station, saying simply that she "must return home" and leaving contact information for Beka's father John.

Beka was flown to California and dropped into the care of her father and his wife and family. john was not very happy at the new addition to his family, taking very little part in the care of his daughter, and his wife was not much better. Beka finds out during puberty that once she takes her belt off at night she begun to develop wings, disappearing again once the belt was on. Beka immediately realized she had ZERO time for that, and begun wearing the belt constantly, realizing its form seemed to shift with her outfit. Beka was often overlooked or straight up ignored during the daily routine, and she spent her teenage years in and out of trouble with her parents for fighting and sneaking out. Her father enrolled her in a military education school in hopes of "instilling some discipline" into her, and the physical training and strict routine helped to get her mind back on track. the belt stayed with her, keeping her "secret" from the world. She decided to enlist after graduation, and completed two tours of duty with the Army.After retiring due to a minor injury, Beka remembered how much good her mother did as an officer and decided to follow in the same footsteps. She enrolled in the police academy immediately, hoping to feel closer to her mother. She currently spends her nights Vigilanting, trying to do as much good with her powers as she can with her badge.
POST TIMESKIP:
Finding it harder during the last five years to try and balance the stress of both a full time job with the CCPD and her vigilante work on the side, Beka made a number of mistakes (including not finishing the mysterious atm thief cases she had been working on for two years) and was demoted to desk duty. Becoming increasingly frustrated by her lack of *actual crimestopping*, Beka spent longer times away from the desk and eventually was caught on tape by the chief of police. Beka officially resigned her position as an officer due to work related stress. She spent months trying to find a job suited to her skills and affording the time to help her city, but came up short and was evicted from her apartment. Turning to the only person in the city who still had dealings with her was her only option. Beka went to Jessie and begrudgingly asked for help in finding a profession and was given a spot on the payroll running the {AR}Cade. Jessie also offered up the above shop apartment for Beka to use, as long as rent was paid. Beka now works for Jessie helping to run the Arcade as well as being undercover security for the not so legal dealings that the storefront hides within. having found a (fellow asshole) friendship with Jessie and Judas, Beka finally was able to fit her work and her desire to keep the city safe into one working plan. now she just has to keep the city safe. From Jessie.

Optional information
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Nemesis: N/A
Allies: Jessie, Judas
Team: None yet

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

Coast City, Northgate Park, sometime during lunch

Rebekah tears through the bushes, hoping to distract the now less shambling masses for just a few more minutes. Crouching in a small ring of bushes, she tries to catch her breath. She had found a small kid who had earlier been playing with his mother, and was able to stop long enough to trade half her bag of gummy worms for the Ninja Turtle mask he was wearing. She had no idea which one it was, not that it mattered much. She thought maybe the turtle with the red mask was the leader? It was almost too small to fit her anyway. She made sure the boy went to his mother and got out of the way before the shuffling sound grew near. "Not the best option, but a girls gotta do something", Beka chuckles darkly. "At least if I can hide my face I have slightly less of a chance of getting recognized. I can't run forever and why the hell should I?"

Peeking out to scan the surroundings one more time she begins to fiddle with the buttons on her uniform shirt, Fumbling a bit as she tries to remove it without stretching too far out of the shrub she had dove into. "One day i'm just gonna start stashing go bags all over the dang city, swear to god..." Beka grins as she is finally freed from the confines of the stuffy pressed shirt, and proceeds to tear off her white undershirt as well, leaving her in her uniform pants (likely to get ruined anyway) and the black sports bra she was wearing. She discards them both, making sure her belt and all its attachments are still secure. She pulls on the too small mask as she hears a sharp whistle and a taunt from a short distance away. Someone else is fighting back? I had better try to help Stepping from the shrubbery, Rebekah stretches out her arms and looses the wings from her shoulders.

Guess it's time to play hero

Rebekah shoves a few gummy worms in her mouth and lifts off.