NameNicole Maria Martinez-Gomez
Hero NameFlamenco
NicknamesNikki
GenderFemale
Age24
Date of BirthMarch 22nd
PhysiqueShort, thin and somewhat wispy, she’s not very intimidating from a physical standpoint.
Blood TypeAB-
OccupationVillain/Arms Dealer
SideHacker/Prankster
AffiliationUnaffiliated
TierC
PersonalityIf asked, Nikki would call herself bored, but in truth she wouldn't fully understand the question and that should give you a picture of what Nikki's all about. Nikki has the emotional intelligence of a five-year-old, a very sadistic, and vindictive five-year-old. Curious to a dangerous degree, she's is all too happy to endlessly experiment with her powers, weapon designs, and chemical cocktails. Her lab is a minefield of dangerous explosives, half-finished energy based weapons, all in a chaotic maze would be a prime example of her thought process, a mile a minute and all over the place. Conceptual ideologies annoy her, constructs meant to contain and confine in her thinking, really she just doesn't get half that philosophical stuff and would rather focus on the important things in life: money, money, and money.
That is the crux of Nikki's ambition is money, all her intellect, her abilities, and what she cares about most is making a buck and making her "toys". Despite her relative success as an arms and drug dealer, Nikki hasn't ever felt safe, always wanting more money, like it will save the sky from falling. She's utterly terrified to ever end up on the streets again and figures money will keep that from happening, it’s an irrational fear given her skillset but one that spurs her on all the same. Ruthlessness is a cornerstone of Nikki's business model. Anyone looking to sell on her turf wins themselves a present from Flamenco. She not above using any means necessary to make sure she isn't disrespected.
Bubbly and happy-go-lucky most of the time, she loves listening to sugary sweet pop music when working. She hates Mariachi music, or anything else that reminds her of Juarez. She has a special hate for Jesus Malverde figurines and buys them in bulk to use for target practice.
BackstoryNikki was a child prodigy with a love for chemistry, physics, and engineering. In any other life, she might have pursued a career in the sciences, made something respectable of herself. Life is seldom so kind, Nikki grew up in a broken home to a ruthless drug dealer, and smacked out waitress. Her drug slinging dad saw her budding love of chemistry as nothing more than an angle and by the age of sixteen led his gang's team of drug dealers, laundered their money through shell accounts she made herself, and even tinkered with their guns, making them more dangerous on the whole.
The day Nikki's powers arrived after those weird ass domes started doing strange shit was easily the highlight of her week, maybe top ten. She was minding her own business, cooking some clean crystal on the southside in Atlanta when suddenly her hands started heating up and her makeshift lab blew up in her face. When Nikki woke up she could make her veins glow a right technicolor of colors and when she absorbed kinetic energy she could redistribute it in many ways, from firework like flares to high intensity beams that can cut through low grade steel but only at close up ranges. One would think, wonder, horror, and a sense of duty to her fellow man after being gifted such an amazing gift would be her response.
Wrong.
That night she robbed three stores, a gas station, and candy store (girl's gotta eat!), blasting each with neon beams. In the following weeks cops found the cut apart, cauterized pieces of what had been several known drug dealers, one of which being a ruthless bastard known on the street as El Flamenco. in that week a ruthless gang, the Espada were mostly killed, or on the run to this new player. Within a month a new Flamenco had taken his place selling high grade meth, and a few "stimulants". Nikki built herself a nice little slice of turf but all good things come to an end. Hotshots wanting to make their mark as "heroes" started pinching criminals of all flavors. One in particular, some stupid kid calling himself The Knight ( a stupid name) thought he could fuck with her bottom line. He was a pain in her side for a week and his superhuman strength made getting close to him a dumb idea. It didn't help he was bullet proof. Her dealers were brought down left and right, and two of her stash houses emptied out and left to the cops.
Nikki didn't have any choice but to deal with him herself. Which turned out to be a disaster because that encounter ended with him breaking her arm and nearly shattering her collar bone. Silver lining was, she found she could actually cut him with her high intensity beams. Nikki put her mind and hand to work. Sequestered away in her personal safe house, Nikki built a specialized rifle that, when hooked to her veins could fire a pressurized beam. Crude and based after a game she liked to play, the rifle turned the Knight too slag. By the end of the ordeal, she found a niche in making energy based weapons since her rifle made the straps everyone else used look like peashooters.
The heat was too much though, a dead hero and her gang mostly caught and turning state's evidence, Nikki had no choice but to cut town. She'd find herself in Castleburg, no crew but a sizable customer base online, and set up shop in a warehouse.
Power: Energy Absorption (Kinetic)As it says Nikki's skin absorbs direct kinetic, thermal, and electrical energy. This energy is passed off to her blood stream, carried by charged blood cells to the heart where it undergoes conversion to plasma and is then redistributed across her body. This causes her veins to glow neon pink, purple, and electric blue through her skin. The plasma energy she’s gathered can be let loose in a verity of ways, from blinding flares, to focused, short "beams" that can cut through lowest grade steel.
OTHER TBD
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