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Agents Of Olympus: Interest Check

@Kouki Yeah, it just meant in general, sorry if it wasn't clear enough :/

Hope that clears up any confusion :)

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

Kara Banks / Wraith

Well, Kara really wasn't sure what to do right now. From what Ditch was saying, this Umbra guy was worse than she'd expected. Taking away their powers? That could go very, very wrong for her. She didn't want to know what would happen if he caught her while she was walking through a wall or something. Suffocation wasn't how she wanted to go out. Wanting to get justice for her father though? That, Kara could relate to. Maybe she had more in common with Ditch than she'd realised. Funny how you meet new people.

As for the rest of the room, Kara wasn't sure whether to be depressed or just annoyed. Seemed like the lightning guy was walking out, and the spray-can girl was still yelling threats at him or something. This really reminded Kara of the babysitting job she'd been dragged into last summer. Except instead of puke, they had superpowers. And instead of toddlers, it was some edgy lighting-man and an overenthusiastic vandal. Sometimes she wondered where things went so wrong. If they can kill Umbra half as fast as they killed the mood, then he'd better be scared.

She was planning to ask some questions, but it seemed like the others had them pretty much covered. There was one thing that she wanted to get out of the way, though.

"You know, as much as I appreciate the posturing and all, before we get into plans I'd like to know who I'm working with. Hopefully without any more of this bickering. I'm sure some of you have done your research and all, but I've got no clue who half of you are." she looked around the room, hoping someone would be listening. "No offense." she added with a bright smile.

Agents Of Olympus: Interest Check

@Kouki Sorry it took me a while, but I'm not sure what you mean. He wasn't the leader of anything, just a rookie at the time.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

Kara Banks / Wraith

Well, at least it wasn't a trap. Honestly, she might have been happier if it was. At least with a trap it would probably be some normal human with a thick skull and a bucket of bullets. This seemed like a much more likely way for her to die. Trapped in a room with a bunch of crazy people. Great. Wonderful. Fantastic.

Kara was pretty sure that these people were completely insane. Sure, she had a few screws of her own loose, but this was pushing it at least a little. She would have tried to help the stage guy - anything to get things a bit saner - but she didn't think her powers would do much. Judging by the size of that bird, she wouldn't be needed anyway. The big guy couldn't be too heavy for that monstrosity. So far, she'd been here for five minutes and there was already a broken stage, vandalised wall and a crater in the floor. She wasn't thrilled, but kept her anger on the inside.

That's it. You're on my list, all of you. I don't even have a list yet, but when I do I swear... She started to imagine some rather 'colourful' punishments in her head, all with a slightly cheerful smile on her face, like this was a lovely get-together and she just couldn't wait for something else to blow up.

With all the chaos, she found it difficult to pay attention to everyone that came in, or everything being said. She just stood there feeling kind of awkward resisting the temptation to use her powers and just sink into the floor away from this madness. You know, classes weren't so bad. Nothing got destroyed there. Okay, well not by accident, which Kara felt was an important point. Besides, sometimes things had to be taken apart for the greater good. Or for her Chemistry grades.

So, who'll be next to enter the madhouse? she wondered, keeping one eye on the door. Can't be many more now. Of course, she'd only thought to watch the door. Not stare at the shadows for creepy magically appearing shadow people. Really, she should've thought ahead. Always expect shadow people. She might have expected it if she'd done some research, but she'd been caught up in her own pursuit of justice, and who could blame her for that?

The next one actually did come through the door, which was a relief. By now Kara wouldn't have been surprised if they'd come in through the roof riding a missile. She didn't have high hopes at this point, so no reason to even expect sanity at this point. They were all quite mad. Unlike Kara. She was completely reasonable, you know. Never lost her cool unless it was fair - If you think about it, that car thief didn't really need all of his organs - that was just greedy.

Anyway, new person. She managed to start paying attention again, remembering to put the friendly smile back on her face. Hopefully no-one noticed her zoning out. She could probably pass it off as nerves anyway. Where was she? Oh, yeah. Justice, vigilantes, Ditch, who was starting to talk and she should probably listen to. Something important apparently. Hooray.

Stop working alone, huh? And this is our headquarters? Kinda neat, but this just made her more annoyed about all of the destruction. And while Ditch sounded friendly, this really didn't seem like they had too much of a choice. Maybe they did, it's just that both of the choices seemed like they'd end up fighting anyway. If I have to choose a side, I'm choosing the ones in the right. Well, more right. We're still vigilantes after all. Hopefully these guys weren't as difficult to work with as it seemed they might.

She sighed. On the one hand, keeping a secret identity was hard enough. On the other, Umbra did need to be stopped. As much as she thought the people here were lunatics, they were better than that power-hungry maniac. Probably thought he was above justice - she'd show him soon enough. Besides, Ditch did just say they'd be able to keep going with personal activity, and she could just make up a lie for the guys at school - a trip to some other country, maybe. Australia sounded good. Kara had made up her mind, and spoke up confidently.

"Well, when you put it like that, I guess I'm in. Can't have that Umbra lunatic escaping justice forever, right?" she looked up and gave a cheerful grin. Looked like that was it. She'd committed. "It had better be a damn good fridge, though."

Agents Of Olympus: Interest Check

@Kouki Edited again, think I got it all this time

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

Kara Banks / Wraith

Kara knew she was late. Midnight, that's what the message had said, and she'd kick herself if she missed an opportunity to deal out sweet, sweet justice to some evildoers. She just couldn't forgive herself if she let someone evil like that go, some kind of murderer or thug, or other pathetic criminal. No way was she letting that happen. To be honest, that was why she was late in the first place.

She sighed, looking at the body on the ground in front of her. She'd had it all planned out, you know. She'd tracked him down after seeing him grab hold of someone's purse on the street, but his location was supposed to be on the way to Racket Avenue anyway. How was she supposed to know he'd run away so quickly? And after he'd done that, well, she had to take her time. Can't have people trying to escape justice and getting away with it. She sighed in frustration.

Still, that type of thing made an awful mess, but she didn't have time to clean her gloves properly, only whatever she could wipe off on the wall. It wouldn't matter, probably. This 'Ditch' character already knew who she was, so it wasn't a stretch to think she'd know how she operated. No-one with any kind of dedication to justice would squeal at the sight of a little blood. If anything, Kara, or Wraith as she was known, felt she should get a pat on the back.

She headed out of the alley, and walked the few blocks remaining to Racket Avenue. She checked the time. 12:08. Just enough that she couldn't pretend to be late deliberately. She'd get away with it with her friends, but she doubted this was the same kind of thing. If it was, then she'd walk straight back out again. Not that she'd mind a decent conversation with Ditch. Which would probably consist of 'who are you' and 'did you have to send me the message in the middle of class?'. Very nearly got the message seen, and she'd spent far too long building relationships to let the people there find out she was a super.

Anyway, she turned to look at the door. It was open, which made her slightly suspicious, but she didn't have time to examine the area properly. I'll just have to hope it's not a trap. Here we go! Fixing her face with an open, friendly smile, she walked through the door and into the room. Looks like I'm not the only one Ditch tracked down.

She also didn't seem to be the only late one, so she strolled in with her head held high and a winning smile, trying to ignore the guy with his face halfway through the stage in hopes of making a half-decent entrance. She felt a little bit shown up, although she'd probably done better at the basic skill of being able to enter the building.

She grinned and walked to the middle of the room, where a few people and one creature.. thing were gathered around some strange girl, who looked like the only one sure of what was happening. Was that Ditch? Best to ask and make sure.

"Sorry I'm late, Ditch - whichever one you are. Justice sleeps for no man, and while I'm no man, it's certainly not gonna rest on my watch." She wasn't the only one wondering who to talk to, it seemed, though she recognized a few of the faces present. Good. She didn't want to work with amateurs that might hinder her pursuit of justice.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

So many posts while I was sleeping :O. I've started working on one now - sometimes time zones are hard to deal with lol

Agents Of Olympus: Interest Check

@Kouki Cool, thanks! Edited it now to fit what you said.

Agents Of Olympus: Interest Check

Codename: Agent Ares

Real Name: Allan Spencer

Appearance: A stocky, highly muscular man with the looks of someone used to the battlefield, with scars criss-crossing his tanned arms and a particularly noticeable patch on his face from a burn, he is quite frightening to look at of first glance. He has black stubble on his face and a military-style buzz cut on the top of his head. His facial expressions are hard to read, but he has warm brown eyes that show that he may be a little kinder than he lets on.

Skills
•Specialty: Tactics – Agent Ares is skilled at manipulating the situation on the battlefield to his advantage in the heat of the moment, allowing him to claim effective strategic positions during operations and use them well.

•Others: Shotguns – Ares is skilled in using shotguns at close quarters to hold off large groups of enemies

Distraction – Ares is able to draw attention on the battlefield away from his more stealthy and offensive comrades

Card Games – Ares is incredibly good at almost any card game you could name, especially poker.

Stream-

•Manifestation: Force Field, enhanced strength
He can create a force field in from of his body that is capable of stopping most physical blows such as kicks and punches, as well as bullet fire and small explosives. The enhanced strength given by his stream allows his body to withstand the force as it is dissipated by the force field.

•Purity: Force field (5) Strength (1)

Equipment-
•Armor: Slightly bulkier than standard issue armour, slows for better protection but slower movement.
•Weapons: Shotgun, flash grenades & standard issue knife
•Other: None

Personality: While he is a powerful, skilled adversary in battle who doesn’t hesitate to take down his opponents, outside combat he is a warm, caring man who looks after his teammates, despite trying to seem stoic and serious. When one of his teammates is injured, he will frequently lose sleep over their condition, and blame himself for not protecting them. During combat, he acts to keep his teammates calm, and is a comforting influence for others when they are in danger, maintaining a rational, cool head in a bad situation.

History: Ares is a hardened combat veteran, who was a rookie member of a unit during the last couple of years of the war. He prefers not to speak about the time he spent on the battlefield, but it is known that he was the only one from his unit to make it out alive. His official kill count is unknown, but it is thought to be fairly high. His actions lead to him being wracked with guilt over the people he killed, and he searched for a way to make up for what he’d done. He grew apart from the friends he'd had on Earth, and went willingly to Dallha during the relocation.

On Dallha, he tried to find a way to feel whole again, trying to help others to adjust to the planet and helping to keep any wanderers in their designated zones, hoping to make up for his actions by stopping more deaths. His efforts to help the people in adjusting to the planet and military skill were noticed by Olympus, who contacted him with the opportunity to be an agent. He gladly accepted, hoping that he could stop anyone else from ending up the same way as him.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

Wraith

Name: Kara Banks

Quote: “Real justice leaves nothing behind.”

Alias: Wraith

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased

Occupation: Student

Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.

During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.

When operating as ‘Wraith’, Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.

Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.

If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.

Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.

Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.

Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.

Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.

Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.

In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of ‘justice’. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.

She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.

Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.

For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they’d be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they’d sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.

After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn’t seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.

Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound

Relationships: Not discussed

Extra: Who’s not normal? We’re not normal.