Mintz

Yu-Gi-Oh: School of Tomorrow

Oh yeah, sorta been blanking that I need to claim some Decks lmao. For now, gimme Shiranui, Krawler, and Prankids.

Yu-Gi-Oh: School of Tomorrow

Both sound cool! Though admittedly, Toons can be rather obnoxious in a low-LP setting (assuming we're going by the anime's standards of 4000 LP), and while I'm a big fan of zombies, quite a few of their newer (and better tbh) cards rely on Zombie World, which is an incredibly annoying card for pretty much any Deck to deal with lol. But if you can avoid those hurdles, either of them could work!

Also hi, I'm the guy who got this knucklehead to pitch this idea to the Interest Checks. You can consider me as a Co-GM of sorts :)

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Young though she may be, this little lady can put the baddies in quite a hairy situation...

Princess

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"I am an expertly trained lady of action. And you? Barely a two-bit villain."

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[ NAME ]
Priscilla Morgan Knight

[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Princess Priscilla (Princess for short)

[ NICKNAMES/ALIASES ]
Lady Morgan, Young Lady Knight (usually what she's called by the adults in her life. She never really had friends her age.)

[ AGE ]
19

[ GENDER ]
Female

[ AFFILIATION ]
Full-time Hero (originally worked under the British branch of H.E.R.O. before a very recent transfer)

[ APPEARANCE ]
Priscilla has a dainty build, weighing only about 140 lbs. on a 5'4 body. However, most of her weight comes from one of the most noteworthy parts of her appearance; her shockingly well-kept beautifully blonde hair, which reaches down to her ankles and nearly encapsulates her small frame with the excess amount of it. This is, of course, part of her ability, but it also helps to sell her princess-like appearance, which is only compounded on by her light frame, pale white skin, glimmering sapphire-blue eyes, and round, cherubic face.

Clothing-wise....She is loathe to admit it, but fashion was not something she was raised in mind with, beyond what her mother got her to put on. Typically though, she wears quite modest and well-covering clothing, abash at the idea of showing off skin (yes, her family's pretty old-fashioned). It's rare anything above her knees is ever exposed, and she tends toward long-sleeved clothes, which gives her a preference towards winter clothing. If it's quite hot outside, however, she may relent a touch and wear....Shorts. *Shudders*

Her Hero costume is a different story, to an extent. Selling the Princess aesthetic, she is clad in a stark white gown, complete with a large, puffy skirt and a rigid corset underneath. Impractical for battle? Certainly. But it does make her look like quite the Disney princess, and she's learned how to work with it. The interesting point is, in the interest of preserving her modesty, this costume is actually made from her own hair, giving it incredible tensile strength and flexibility. Oh, and of course, to wrap the ensemble up, she also wears white heels that bump her height a good few inches (and yes, she can fight perfectly fine in heels; perhaps her greatest accomplishment), and a silver tiara encrusted with honest-to-God diamonds. It's excessive, but damn if it doesn't look good on her.

[ PERSONALITY ]
Priscilla lived a very sheltered life up until her recent years as a proper Heroine, and it shows. Having been stuck in her own personal bubble for much of her life, she can easily come off as entitled and selfish at times, and finds herself struggling to sympathize and find common ground with others. Due to her strict training, she is very opinionated about hero work, and believes only those who are truly willing to dedicate themselves to be worthy of the job. She also tends to feel rather rude, sometimes intentionally, and sometimes because of her difficulty understanding others (and social cues).

However, for all her negative attitude, she is an incredibly driven youth amongst the Hero community. She can always be expected to put forth her full effort, and her full effort tends to bring in incredible results. Not to mention that, surprisingly, while she rarely respects most people, she's been raised with the upmost respect for her elders, regardless of their position, which can certainly be a breath of fresh air in this rebellious-teen-filled demographic. Last but not least, she may have trouble showing it, but she isn't a Hero merely because she was raised to do it; she feels a true obligation towards doing good for the world, and has a heart of gold, even if it is buried by years of neglectful and harsh upraising.

[ BIO ]
As much as she'd rather not think about it, Priscilla was always meant as a means to an end. Her mother, Natasha, is a woman who seeks recognition and power more than anything else, but her ability, while powerful in its own right, was not the sort of thing that could make one a famous hero, or even a dangerous villain, nor was it the sort of ability she wanted to be known by the public. So instead, she put a plan into action.

Originally born in Russia, she moved to London, and through clever behind-the-scenes manipulations and some wiles of her own, soon became entwined with England's star Hero; Knight, or rather, Harrison Knight, a Hero with a simple ability, but one with an insane capacity. He had the ability to imbue anything he wore, carried, or wielded, with an immeasurable increase to their durability and strength, mostly notably used in his signature suit of armor, kite shield, and longsword. He could withstand nearly anything with no injury, and his blade could slice through just about any obstacle.

Thus, when the couple finally had a child, her plan was put into action; crafting an individual whom would bring the amount of prestige and power Natasha wanted right to her...And that child was Priscilla. But even more tragically, she was not the first. In truth, she has many, many siblings, but mother dearest saw to it that the ones she had deemed unworthy were either separated from the family, or....Worse. Not that Priscilla knows anything about this.

Truth be told, even Priscilla wasn't to Natasha's exact liking, as she had hoped for a child who directly inherited Harrison's ability, but she could tell they'd found something special when her powers first emerged. While she came out quite bald as a baby, within a few months, she abruptly grew a whole heads' worth of hair and then some. In fact, she ended up trapping herself in a hair cocoon of her own making, with her parents surprised to find themselves unable to pry, cut, or tear it open....Until her father dug his way through with his own blade.

Needless to say, between the stunningly early triggering of her Meta-ability, and the power which it had even at this young age, intrigued her mother. Once she was old enough to walk and talk, she was old enough to train; at least, according to her mother. Priscilla, instead of going to a proper school, was fully-homeschooled by private teachers, and in-between those lessons, was also being taught by premier Power-based tutors who had handled children with a whole slew of different gifts. While this training in the long run turned Priscilla into one of the most powerful and efficient heroes of her age group, it has caused severe issues for her. From a lack of social connections to absent family figures (beyond public events, and even then it was forced) and constantly growing expectations, she suffered a multitude of breakdowns as a child, for which she was beaten, scolded, and reprimanded until she acted as prim and proper as mother dearest wished.

Her formative years warped beyond repair, Priscilla came out as an outwardly capable, polite, and mature woman, but her inner self couldn't be any further from it. Still, when it inevitably came time for her to join H.E.R.O., she followed suit. Just as mother told her to. Joining up with their British branch at the remarkably young age of 15, having been deemed more than experienced enough in spite of her age, she quickly became a force to be reckoned with amongst England's finest Heroes, including her very own father. In fact, to this day, she'd probably still be working from England if not for a...Recent event.

With the news of Castleburg's N-Train Incident already reaching ears around the globe, so too it reached Natasha Knight. Where others saw tragedy, she saw opportunity. Without even consulting her daughter on the matter, she sent Priscilla's astonishingly excellent file off to none other than Director Steel, with an offer of seeing the prodigal daughter become a new asset to their side of H.E.R.O., since it was so evident they needed more professional individuals. As we speak, young lady Priscilla Morgan Knight is making her way to the Americas, to have an exclusive interview with the Director herself.

[ MISCELLANEOUS ]
Priscilla can be....A lot of things. But trust me, if there's one thing she has absolutely down pat (beyond hero work), it's hair. If you're looking for someone to help cut, style, or otherwise work your hair into a fresh new masterpiece, Lady Morgan here is definitely the one to go to. Assuming you can bear with her for the amount of time she'll need to work her magic.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]
A

[ POWERS ]
Priscilla's power, while deceptively simple, is decisively powerful. Simply put, she is able to generate and mentally manipulate her hair, down to the smallest follicle. Under normal circumstances, this power could be potentially strong, but typically situational, but possibly due to her father's power, her hair is unnaturally durable and strong.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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While not able to directly match up to those with excessive amounts of physical strength, due to the sheer amount of hair she can generate, and the various shapes and forms it can take, she can typically outmatch those with physical strength regardless. Still, even in raw might, her ability is not to be underestimated. 7/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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Thanks to the speed at which Priscilla can generate and launch out her hair, as well as how she can mentally control all of her hair, this affords her incredible mobility options. Imagine Spider-Man if he could launch a couple dozen different threads of webbing at a time, and have complete control over them. That's just one of the many ways Priscilla can dominate a contest of Agility. 8/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Priscilla is no idiot. Private tutoring did a lot wrong for her, but it did ensure she was very well-educated, able to perform at and exceed college-level individuals. Still, she's no rocket scientist, so while she's smart, don't expect too much from her, and leave the heavy thinking to the heavy thinkers. 4/10.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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When even a single thread of her hair is tough and strong enough to saw and pierce through concrete...Yeah, environmental damage is more than possible with her ability. However, she's able to keep this in check more often than not, and rarely seeks to cause damages unless she believes it can honestly help her fight. 8/10.

[ LETHALITY ]
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Remember that bit about a single thread of her hair being strong enough to pierce concrete? Well, most people ain't made of concrete, and aren't fast or perceptive enough to notice and avoid a thin string of hair firing towards their skull. Now, sure, she's capable of something like this, but she's never really done it. On record. 9/10.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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While Priscilla herself isn't the most durable or stamina-filled, it doesn't matter when her hair can do all the heavy-lifting. Literally. Her hair is so tough that most weapons literally break in contact against it, and almost all forms of armaments have proven ineffective against them, beyond extremely high-yield explosives (which even then, serve more to stagger her than actually damage her), or laser-based technology that is still at its infancy....Well, truth be told, her ultimate defense has one weakness; water. If her hair gets too wet, she can't control it and it loses a lot of its durability as well. But beyond that vulnerability that has been very carefully hidden from the world, if she's got the time to react, she may as well be invincible beyond some very grave threats. 9/10.

[ EFFICACY ]
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There's one flaw her power has, and it is efficacy; but typically it will rarely come up. When it comes to manipulating her hair, it comes at virtually no expense to Priscilla, and generating more is usually no concern. But the closer she gets to her limit (which is about 400 ft. worth of hair...Which is, yes, a lot), the more exhausting it gets to mentally control all of it, and the more hair she has out at any given time, the harder it is for damaged hair to reform. The thinner you stretch Priscilla (as difficult as that is), slowly, the more vulnerable she'll become. 3/10.

[ SKILLS ]

• Knight Style - One of Priscilla's preferred styles of combat, she creates a large, cutlass-like blade and kite shield out of her hair, mimicking her father's combat style. She's had lots of training in swordsmanship, too, making her all the more effective with this technique.
• Grappler Style - Typically used to handle many weaker targets, or to help restrain a larger or more threatening one, Priscilla will form a number of arms out of her hair, which will be used to grab and restrain targets, or occasionally bludgeon them around if necessary. Typically this involves many smaller arms, but she's also been known to use one giant arm as well, which also serves as a powerful defensive measure.
• Cocoon Style - The ultimate defensive technique, Priscilla forms a full-body hair cocoon around herself (and others, if need be), providing a nigh-impenetrable defense, though not much else.
• Brawler Style - Truth be told, this Style is quite inefficient in comparison to some of her other options, but it does bring her some serious satisfaction. Simply put, she forms her hair around her own arms, creating gauntlet-like designs meant to pummel enemies into submission. It also has use as one of the quickest to make Styles, in case she could be caught unaware.
• Spider Style - Spider Style is her go-to method of travel, essentially forming four or more tendrils of hair into legs of sorts, allowing her to traverse nearly any surfaces, and also being ready to shoot out said 'legs' to tether and drag her to a new surface in a thought. She can technically do the same sorts of things with Grappler Style, but this one is more intended for that purpose.

[ EQUIPMENT ]
Beyond her Hero suit (or more accurately, dress), which is made of her own hair, making it surprisingly tough and flexible, Priscilla has no equipment, and also, in her humble opinion, has no need of equipment.

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Gatling

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Gatling

"I think....There's something real tasteless about weapons. Men're meant to rip each other apart with their own power. You feel me?"

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[ NAME ]

Grant Miller.

[ VILLAIN IDENTITY ]

Death Arms (it's a placeholder for him, really; will come up with his proper villain name of Gatling in-RP)

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Gorilla (old high school nickname), Griff (street name, since Grant isn't the most intimidating one...)

[ AGE ]

35

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

Ex-Gang Leader, Ex-Underground Meta Fight Ring Champion, Current Petty Crook (and unhappy about it)

[ APPEARANCE ]

Grant is incredibly well-built, standing at nigh 7 feet tall, and weighing well over 200 lbs. worth of muscle, he is, simply put, ripped. Most notably, his arms are especially thick and powerfully built, and are a fair bit larger than you'd expect, which earned him the name 'Gorilla' in high school. Beyond his physique, his hair is of a light brown coloration, and it appears largely unkempt and matted, and his deep orange eyes, while almost always heavy with the sleeplessness he brings himself from nights of training, also carry in them a burning fire of passion unlike any other....

For clothing, he's a simple man. Even now that he's a 'villain' in the vaguest sense that he's a crook that uses powers, he dresses incredibly casually. Naught but a white shirt, stretched to the brink from his size and musculature, a light brown leather belt with his light blue hoodie tucked into it, a pair of comfortably baggy black pants, and some fairly heavy-duty black boots befitting a man of his stature. Oh, and of course, his mask; a remnant of his time as a champion of the ring, it was made personally for him by an old friend, and is one of few things he'd consider a keepsake.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Grant, while outwardly pretty put-together and chill, is a hot-blooded warrior through and through, driven by his desire to use his power to the fullest. His greatest goal in life is to constantly seek out challenges that can slake his thirst for battle, to keep testing himself, as well as to find others worthy of his respect. He actively believes that fighters should be able to win with nothing but what comes to them naturally, and thinks less of those who have to rely on gadgets and weapons to achieve victory.

When it comes to fights, Grant is all-or-nothing; in anything more than sparring (which he's rarely done in his life), he's always fought each battle he's in as if it were life-and-death. Which, in his defense, most were. This mindset has led him to the point that a fight where he can't stake his life against another's feels meaningless to him, living for the rush of a truly bloody, messy battle.

When it comes to fighting, Grant is quite unwilling to work together with others, wanting to win with his own power. Beyond fighting, however, he can function in a unit well enough. He greatly prefers fighting people one-on-one, as it feels more personal that way, and won't hesitate to obliterate anything - or anyone - who gets in the way of a good fight.

In spite of this violent, kill-or-be-killed nature, Grant is also surprisingly honorable for a brute as himself. He shows nothing but respect for those actually willing to fight him, and he thinks highly of any individuals who cant defeat him (or at least survive him). He never uses underhanded tactics, and is always up-front about himself and his goals. Additionally, while he is more than willing to kill others, and has done it many times before, it's not something he's always seeking to do. He'd much prefer to let a strong, admirable enemy live than finish them off, and never seeks to get any weaklings involved, actively abhorring the idea of taking hostages or using citizens as a distraction, or anything of that sort.

[ BIO ]

Growing up in Brookside was never going to be easy, and Grant learned that quick growing up. Real early on in his life, things were fine; hell, by the standards of this side of the city, they were fantastic. His father, while not the most well-known Hero, was one, and did a damn fine job providing for the family. And his mom, well...Even back then she wasn't all there, but she always did her best. Back then, at least.

That status quo changed when his pops got caught up in a fight with a seriously bad news villain; by the time everything was said and done, the news was already reporting the death of Mighty Man. Didn't take long for his mom to break down, and for little Grant, well...He wasn't even old enough to really process properly. All he knew was his dad screwed up, and now he wasn't coming home. From that day on, he resented his old man for being that weak, that if he was stronger, none of what happened next woulda happened.

But, it happened.

Pretty quickly, Grant began figuring out what his mom's whole deal was, now that the filer of his dad wasn't there. Turns out she was a recovering drug addict; and not just any kind. She was hopped up on Meta-boosters, the kinda shit that'd turn a dude who could make a blade pop out his elbow into a storm of razor-sharp blades slicing ya into ribbons. With his father gone, she reverted pretty hard. But young Grant only knew that his mom was being real unstable and taking some weird stuff. The full story was that she had another thing she reverted back to...

Crime.

Little Grant knew she was putting money on the table, and that's all that mattered to him. His mum, though, was busy putting people in the dirt and breaking into stores for a quick buck. Truth be told, the boy's just lucky he grew up in Brookside of all places, or else his mom probably woulda been eventually caught. However, she managed to stay under the radar for long enough, and he grew up....About the same way every Brookside kid did. Crummy schools, shitty social life, the digs. 'Course, he was also picked on about his dad, cuz kid's can be ruthless that way. He got known pretty quick for being the kinda boy to start fights, landing himself in detention more times than he can count.

The dynamic changed once he hit high school. Over summer break, Grant had....Quite the growth spurt. Going from about 5'7 at age 13 to 6'3 with giant arms at age 14. Definitely abnormal. He didn't think too hard about it...But of course, the other boys did. Didn't take long for some of the older kids to get pissed off at the guy who walked in freshman year looking like a full-blown body builder. So, like normal, he got in a fight with a kid. Y'know what ain't normal?

Throwing a punch, expecting to bruise the dude a bit, and instead breaking your own arm alongside the kid's whole left ribcage.

Needless to say, he had to take a little more than detention for this one. Doesn't help that while he was in ER, the kid died from a punctured lung and internal bleeding. Got stuck in juvie for a few solid months, but got off due to good behavior and a generous court ruling, since there was no way that Grant would've known he'd...Do that. Speaking of, during his time in juvie, they of course fixed his arm up and had some Meta professionals take a look at what was going on.

Turns out, beyond some latent physical bulk from his late pops beginning to spring up, he had his very own Meta ability; he was able to rotate his shoulders at incredible speeds, not only gathering kinetic energy but also building up incredible speeds for, well....Punching things. Only catch? Turns out, according to the eggheads, his body couldn't handle the power output of his ability, and they suggested he refrain from using it whenever possible.

Clearly they underestimated the drive of this kid. You just told a boy that notoriously gets into fights and doesn't stop until his opponent's a crumpled mess, that he can absolutely decimate enemies with a flurry of blows so fast that the human eye couldn't even register it, and you tell him not to use it? Hah...Funny.

Needless to say, after he was out of juvie (and having to calm down his mum having a drug-induced panic attack over the whole incident), he set to training his body to the absolute limit. If he had power....Then he'd use it, professionals be damned. Turns out, once he finally came back to school, that his stunt on that kid had earned him a lot more attention than he was used to. Both the good and the bad.

Some came to fear and shun him, yet others, outcasts among the outcasts of Brookside...They respected him, and rallied behind him. Truth be told? He wasn't really sure what to make of it. He never really was the leading type, and he still ain't to this day. But back then, he made it work, because having anyone to rely on in Brookside is a boon you simply can't pass up.

Didn't take long for his troop of pals to become a gang, emboldened by Grant's absolute strength. Even while the group was just a bunch of high schoolers, they started making a name for themselves on the streets of Brookside. Honestly though, he didn't lead the group so much as his right-hand lady, Mira (or Miranda, if you wanted a few broken teeth). She was one of the first people Grant came to respect, having actually fought her and lost, breaking his arms yet again in the process of that fight. Her only power was an insane amount of durability, but truth be told, it's all you need against a guy who breaks his own body to fight. Point is, he put his full trust in her to do things right by the gang, and she did. Simple as that.

Eventually, Grant...Didn't graduate high school. Honestly, were you expecting anything less? He did manage to get to senior year before losing the will to give a fuck about education though, so give him some credit there. From then on, his little ragamuffin bunch became a full-fledged street gang, becoming mainly known for never using weapons and all having powers, being dubbed by other Brookside gangs as The Mutants.

Eventually though, however well the gang was doing, Grant chose to step down and leave it to Mira. Doing petty crimes and fighting off rival gangs wasn't fulfilling him in the way he needed. So, with that, he said his goodbyes to the group and stepped onto his own path...Though still visiting on occasion.

In due time, Grant bounced between job to job. Usually hired muscle. Was a bouncer at a bar for a few months before he socked a dude's jaw clean off. His next big break, however, was in the shadows, as he heard whispers of an underground fighting circuit, made for Metahumans to fight tooth and claw for cash prizes. Sounded like his kinda place...

And for a time, it was. Early on, the fights for a younger Grant were brutal and exhilarating, each one more dangerous than the last, and each one a win for the crowd-dubbed Death Arms. The paydays certainly weren't bad either; it was a nice change of pace for him to be able to afford more than apartment rent and ramen noodles every month. Over time, though, the opponents just kept on putting up less of a challenge. Within his golden years as Death Arms, he became notorious for either instantly K.O.ing his opposition (or sometimes killing them, but hey, it happens), or leaving them so battered from the first assault they simply surrender. For the crowds, it was incredible to watch him decimate enemies, but for him, it was starting to become dull...

Inevitably, the people who actually had to pay fighters were starting to get sick of this champion individual. Slowly but surely, the shady higher-ups of this operation began cutting into the paychecks he was supposed to be getting. Grant might not be the brightest, but he caught on quick enough; and he wasn't pleased. He put those assholes in their place (though he didn't kill any of them....At least, he's pretty sure he didn't) and took the money he was due, and with that, he cut ties with the underground ring.

Nowadays, while he ain't proud about it, much less happy, he's more or less a common smash-and-grab robber making ends meet. But perhaps a lucky break will come through for him soon...

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While Grant still actively visits The Mutants, he also still checks up on his mom from time to time. Also, after his street gang years, he finally got her to stop playing the villain and has used the money he makes to look out for her, though it's out of respect for her and her attempts to keep the family going, not obligation or pity on her current state. He thinks quite highly of his mother in spite of her tendencies.

Also, in his younger years, Grant actually got into motorcycles, and still drives one that he stole a couple years back. He's surprisingly skilled at it, too.

When fighting Grant, there are two primary methods to look at; you either find someone who can outlast him and throw 'em in the tiger's den, or you have someone who can immediately immobilize/incapacitate him. Anything less is risky, since his power is incredibly lethal and he is not without the intent to kill with it.

In theory, if you have ranged abilities/weaponry, those are also good for keeping distance. But if you can't actually defeat him with said ranged options, it'll likely prove to only stall him.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

A

[ POWERS ]

Grant's Powers, beyond some general superphysiology (clearly evident by a glance at the guy, honestly), his real Meta ability, he has dubbed Wind-Up.

Wind-Up will be explained in-depth, but to put it in the layman's terms Grant would be familiar with, it allows him to make a barrage of punches within the span of a few seconds, each packing insane speed and force behind them. However, overuse will quickly make his arms unusable and liable to full-on shattering.

For a more thorough explanation, Wind-Up allows Grant's arms to store up kinetic energy from motions he makes, most specifically the action he dubbed the ability off of, that being him winding his shoulders up before a fight. That, in tandem with his ability's power to freely rotate his shoulders, allows him to unleash a high-velocity, high-impact barrage of strikes. Repeated use slowly causes torn ligaments and muscle fibers, and inevitably ends with his arms broken and worthless for a good while before they can heal up.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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In spite of his appearance, raw physical strength isn't his forte. His power is far more about attacking and destroying than it is lifting, grappling, etc. I mean, he can still probably do some pretty impressive stuff, maybe lift a car or something if he puts his back into it, but overall, this is actually a carry-over from his father's physical power, and has little to do with his ability of Wind-Up. 5/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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Grant is physically fit, but due to his size, is far from supremely agile. Can still outmaneuver a normal person, but folks with slimmer builds, or God forbid some kind of Speed ability, shouldn't have much trouble avoiding him. However, if you get within range of his attacks, dodging those is almost out of the question unless you're a hardcore speedster. Still, that's a niche, and less to do with his overall mobility. 3/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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He didn't even graduate high school, what'dya expect? While he's not a complete dunce, and is actually pretty smart when it comes to combat, beyond that, he's....Sorely lacking. 2/10.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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For a guy who just punches things, his destructive potential is tremendous. Next to nothing can withstand his barrage of attacks, and while widespread damage is hard for a guy who only punches things, if left to his own devices, he could easily levels buildings within seconds. 8/10.

[ LETHALITY ]
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While there are more lethal abilities out there, you'd be hard-pressed to find them. A normal human could be turned into a red mist in a blink of an eye with his attacks, and even the most durable folks out there will certainly feel his blows as they hammer into them. Not to mention his attacks can come so fast that few can even react to them, and that they hit with such force and speed that they also impart a tremendous amount of heat in them too...Point is, if you're made of anything less than some super-alloy, or you don't got the moves to dodge some insanely fast blows....Steer clear. 9/10.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Grant is tough enough to manage some low-caliber firearms and most martial weapons without much issue, but he ain't quite as invincible as most super bulky Metahumans. However, he has an incredible pain tolerance from years of literally having his arms torn apart at their seams, as well as a burning drive for battle. If he fights, it'd honestly be more likely he dies before he falls unconscious. 6/10

[ EFFICACY ]
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Technically speaking, his ability is incredibly efficient, able to defeat or kill most enemies in a single round of attacks. The issue is anything that goes longer than that....The more he has to use his ability in a fight, the more likely it is to inevitably backfire on him and leave him largely defenseless. This is only compounded by the fact that those are the kinds of fights he actively looks for... 2/10.

[ SKILLS ]

Motor-biking: While it was more of a pastime than anything, he is stunningly proficient in driving motorcycles. However, he finds them difficult to use in tandem with his power, so he typically just uses them to get around or have a joyride now and then.

Proficient Combatant: He may have never had proper training per se, but life is the best teacher. Between his time in the gang and the ring, he's grown spectacularly as a fighter, having adapted a boxer-esque fighting style, prodding an enemy's defenses while keeping his own guard up, waiting for the chance of a finisher.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Restraint Gauntlets: While a bit roughly put-together, his gauntlets were designed by folks in the underground ring to help him manage his own power. The gauntlets help absorb a bit of the shock from his own attacks, allowing him to keep going a bit longer. However, they weren't designed with insulation in mind, so while they maintain his arms fairly well, they actually make him cook a bit faster than he should. And given that he cut ties with the ring, he should find some replacements sooner than later...

Fortune's Son

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Fortune's Son

"Heads or tails; call it. Welp, that makes it 100-0..."

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[ NAME ]

Leon Kalsteo

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Fortune's Son (also goes by Fortune)

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Lucky (old nickname from his gambling years), Leo (by close friends, which is to say....Possibly no one)

[ AGE ]

20

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

Currently enlisting as a member of H.E.R.O. (though, in his mind, he already is one; like his interview could possibly come up short!)

[ APPEARANCE ]

Standing at a respectably tall 5'10, with a lanky but not particularly unhealthy-looking build, Leon could be considered quite the average looker; until you hit his face. His striking purple eyes and sleek blue hair garner attention regardless where he goes. Simply put, he's a pretty boy through and through. Combine it with a sparkling smile, and even without his luck he could probably glamour his way through most situations. Granted, in spite of how handsome he can be, the kinds of facial expressions he can make can also be quite vile, his smirk in particular...

For clothing, while he can be seen in more casual wear, the most common of those being a black top, brown slacks, and a pair of white sneakers, he also has more...Gaudy attire, which he's also considering as a hero outfit of sorts. This consists of a crisp white dress shirt complete with a stunning black tie, complimented by a fur-lined beige coat, a sleek high-end designer belt to go with his light grey linen pants, and last but not least, a clearly top-of-the-line pair of black shoes that seem to shine with polish.

However, the one thing he always wears a small charm that functions like an earring, quite rustic and humble in comparison to most of his apparel. A bead of wooden strings ending in a cleanly-carved six-sided dice.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

ARROGANT: Leon has grown to become quite the prick due to the nature of his life. When things come so easily to one such as him, it gets to their head; and he shows it. He does things most would consider reckless or foolhardy, not because he's some sort of thrill-seeker, but because he merely wants to prove he could do it if he so wished. This also leads to him typically belittling others, though usually not out of spite or anything negative. He just can't get his head out of his own ass.

SELFISH: Leon looks out for Number 1 first and foremost; himself. While the nature of his power means he could bring aid to others, he's so self-centered that he could never view it in such a light as he is. To him, anything he does is just a means to his ends. Which leads well into his next trait...

POPULARITY: There's one thing Leon wants more than anything; to make it big. He wants his face on the tabloids, chatting it up on celebrity host shows, gleaming like a brilliant societal star. At least...He's pretty sure this is what he wanted. Right...?

DIRECTIONLESS:When your power could let you do almost anything and succeed, there's only one real question....What do you do with your life? And truth be told, Leon's still looking for that answer, filling the hole with material things and social stardom in the meantime.

SOCIABLE:Leon can certainly be an ass, but at the very least, he's a charming ass. He's a natural social butterfly, and while it isn't something he would ever admit, he likes to interact with others a lot and get to know new people. His only problem with being so sociable is that even with his luck, he has a tendency to drive a wedge between himself and others with his attitude.

[ BIO ]

Leon's early life wasn't much to write home about. I mean, his dad was a failed supervillain with the power of bad luck, but that's just more of an embarrassing talk piece than anything. By the time he was born, his dad was reformed and...Trying to get his life together. Key word being try. His mom was a terrible woman through and through, though with his dad's luck, that shouldn't be any surprise.

However, from the moment he was born, things took an unexpectedly bright turn for his family. Like a miracle, his mother seemed to soften right after her darling baby boy was brought into the world, and even his pops was finding some unusually good luck for his track record. The family lived in Passenger Island, as a way to get away from his dad's history (which could barely be called a criminal record; more like a bunch of flubbed bank robberies), so his young life was pretty normal. Beyond the fact that good things always seemed to come to Leon, as if attracted to him.

He'd walk the sidewalk and find a lucky dollar bill on the ground. People flocked around him and became friends like it was natural. He'd buy a soda at the vending machine, and it'd pop out a few extra for good measure. It was inexplicable, but luck seemed to be his closest friend.

For a younger, more kindred Leon, these were just nice little occurrences; not much to really think about. As he grew up, though, he gained a desire to test just how lucky he could be...He'd start cheating on tests and never get caught. He'd pickpocket a passerby and they'd move on without a care in the world. He'd snatch a nice piece of jewelry from a store, and miraculously the security feed gets corrupted...

The more he grew, the more arrogance came with his power. By the time he graduated high school (which in his defense, was still mostly through his own merits), he was actively abusing his luck to get what he wanted. Every week he'd have a new lovely girlfriend on the college campus. Somehow, he'd find the answer sheet to a surprise pop quiz from his economic studies professor. Hell, he'd play a match of Poker and strip the football team for all their worth in bets!

That one...Garnered his interest a lot. If his luck was good enough to guarantee victory in games of chance, well...He knew what he wanted to do. He ended up dropping out of college, and with a pep in his step, he began to make waves in Atlantica. Within months, casinos across the artificial island were suddenly struggling to make back the profits they were losing...All to one man. It didn't take long for nearly every casino on the island to give this kid the boot, but not before he'd made a grand fortune already.

With his extraordinary funds, he bought up one of the poshest pents he could get his hands on, and began to live the life of an extraordinarily rich bachelor...

The funds from the casinos didn't last too much longer with his wild spending habits and extravagant parties. As such, he needed something new to make money with. And hey, why not heroics? In times like these, H.E.R.O. could certainly use a bit of good luck...

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Leon's luck spreads to many different facets of life. Nearly anything he attempts, from cooking to skating and beyond, ends rather well...But admittedly he does have a particular interest in painting, especially life portraits.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

C

[ POWERS ]

Leon might not have much actually going for him, but at the very least, life loves to give him some Lucky Breaks.

Leon's Power, known as Lucky Break, is very simple, but also incredibly enigmatic. Put simply? He has good luck. It can range from the minor, like finding a quarter on the street or a generous stranger buying him a free coffee, or completely insane, like miraculously dodging a life-threatening attack or "accidentally" stumbling upon a villain's hideout. The possibilities are endless! Even if he doesn't
have much say over it...

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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With how he does absolutely zero exercise and eats junk more often than not, it truly is a miracle he's still as fit as your average Joe; but that's all he is. 2/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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Second verse, same as the first. He's completely average. Which, again, is almost surprising given his lifestyle... 2/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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In spite of having cheated a bit in high school, he was bright enough on his own merits to get into college, and likely could've made it through college with ease, if he had so wished. So essentially, he is smart, but doesn't care much about said smarts. 4/10.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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On his own, normally Leon's destructive capability would probably be, like, a zero. However...In some occasions, his power has caused surprisingly intensive damage to his surroundings, should it favor him. It is put low due to it being a very unusual occurrence for his power. 3/10.

[ LETHALITY ]
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In a similar boat to Destruction, Lethality is...Interesting. His power rarely causes something immediately fatal to occur for another individual, but it has been known to cause old injuries or sicknesses to flair up in individuals opposing Leon, which could result in death. It also sometimes indirectly harms others, to rare, but possibly lethal, degrees. 3/10.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Truth be told, Leon might as well be made of tissue paper. Never in his life has he been sick, or hit, or really had anything happen to his body....That he didn't want, of course. *Wink* Jokes aside, he's an absolute baby bitch boy when it comes to physical confrontation, and his power knows this. It's why it does its best to get him out of the way of anything like that. 1/10.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Leon's power is always on, constantly acting in his favor, and has no cost, not to mention its incredible potency...If there is at least one winning factor for Leon, it is certainly Lucky Break. 10/10.

[ SKILLS ]

Due to his luck, Leon excels at anything he does, really. However, he does possess a special knack for art...And being a nosy bastard.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Handgun:Leon is well aware that he is, ultimately, just a guy trying to throw down with superhumans. As such, he was wise enough to invest in a simple handgun, should the situation call for it.

Extraordinarily Expensive Phone:The phone he casually totes around might actually be worth more than some people's houses. This state-of-the-art cell phone does it all, really. Facial recognition software, the top quality camera, holographic projection for videos and the like, and a dozen other features Leon himself probably has no clue about.

Fallout

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FALLOUT

"I'm like a walking nuclear bomb. And you wanna punch me?....Be my guest."

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[ NAME ]

Sebastian Monroe Adam

[ VILLAIN IDENTITY ]

Fallout

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Adam, Skull (usually by prison enforcers)

[ AGE ]

Well over 100 years old, but he sorta lost count. Probably about 130....?

[ GENDER ]

Male (though whether he possesses his...Equipment, is up for debate)

[ AFFILIATION ]

Part-time prisoner of The Depths, Full-Time pissed off man

[ APPEARANCE ]

Needless to say, his appearance is...Jarring. If you were to see underneath his Depths-patented 'protective suit', all you'd find is a skeleton, engulfed in the greenish aura present in the only visible section of his body, his skull. This is a side effect of his Power, to put it nicely. Otherwise, it should be noted that even without his suit (which adds about an extra 2 ft. on him), he stands at an impressive 6'2 ft.

Beyond his rather lacking physical appearance is, of course, the hulking suit designed by the geniuses behind The Depths. Clad in hazmat materials hybridized with heavy plating of titanium, this suit was made to subdue Sebastian's Power to the best of their ability...Yet, sadly, even this impressive make isn't foolproof. Trace elements of his Power still leak through, and if he exerts enough effort, he can still conduct his Power even through the suit. Ultimately, it's just the best handicap they can give the villain dubbed as Fallout...

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

APATHETIC:Sebastian's life has steadily gone down the drain, and while he's quite determined to keep living, it lost much of any real meaning to him long, long ago. He practically lives out of spite, knowing the next time he breaks out will be a shot at feeling the rush of life, if only for a short while. So, while he seemingly lacks the drive to be a potent villain, it's actually that lack of drive that makes him one, feeling unable to do much of anything else.

RELENTLESS:When Fallout has to fight, there'll be no holds barred; he doesn't care about civilians in the area, collateral damage that could ensue, and least of all about the lives of those stupid enough to try and fight with him. He might get a kick out of a tussle on rare occasion, but beyond that, combat to him only means two things; being free, or making a point.

ANTIPATHIC:Fallout has a strong hate, deep in his core, and it'll never go away. The world screwed him over from minute one, so he could care less about returning the favor. Is it petty of him? Yeah, certainly. But his other options are to die or stay locked up for eternity. He'll take pointless violence and freedom over those two any day. But, if his real freedom finally did come, he probably wouldn't honestly know what to do with it. So the point is, he doesn't take lives or destroy because he finds it particularly fun (though on occasion he does), but because for him, there's not much better he could do.

[ BIO ]

Sebastian Monroe's been living out a tragedy his whole life, and it started when he was born. Son of Scott and Diana Monroe, Bastion entered the world on January 10th, the day when the Treaty of Versailles took effect, bringing an end to The War to end all Wars...Or as it's better known now, World War I. It should've been a joyous day for his family, but it was not so.

The miracle of childbirth was not as glamorous as it ought to have been. Uniquely even among his fellow Powered individuals, Sebastian manifested his abilities on the day of his birth. As such, his ability; that being Nucleokinesis, the generation and manipulation of nuclear energy, began to act. Moments within him entering the world, the heat within the room swelled tremendously, followed near immediately by an explosion of energy from the mewling babe. Within a blink of an eye, the hospital in D.C. was wiped from the map, a smoking radioactive crater, with naught left but the skeletal remains of an infant.

Except....They weren't quite remains. Because they kept crying.

The government got to work quick. After all, news of an entire hospital being leveled on a random afternoon like any other spread like wildfire, though it was covered up quickly. With the help of some heat-resistant Superheroes, they were able to identify the cause of the incident as the baby boy who still sat crying in the craterized remains. There was no flesh left to be seen, only bone, and an offsetting green glow about them.

From that point on, the child became the equivalent of government property. It wasn't like anyone else could take care of the strange and volatile youngster, and truth be told, the government took plenty of interest in the exact nature of the boy's Power. It was unlike anything the world had ever seen; an unholy amount of destructive force that, if harnessed, could turn into something incredible. However, with the technology available to them in the early 1900s, merely containing the youth was more than they bargained for, much less studying his abilities.

Time passed. His living conditions had been....Acceptable. They were all he had known his whole life, so being a young man of about 25, he didn't have much to argue about. Most of his time was spent in frigid water, a shallow attempt to keep his temperature and energy from rising to dangerous degrees, or on occasion they'd take him out to Nevada as a 'testing grounds'. Needless to say, when World War II rolled in, and the Allies got desperate for a game changer, they looked to Sebastian...

At first, they simply tried to intensely study his Power and how to replicate its functions, but testing proved slow and unfruitful for some time. Then a new method came to mind; instead of simply recreating the sort of energy he produces, why not simply take the energy from him? Seemed great on paper, and the young Bastion was all for it...Until the first test of this nature was conducted. As it turned out, due to whatever he did to himself on his day of birth, he didn't just control this nuclear energy; he was the nuclear energy. Siphoning off him brought discomfort, and eventually even pain, to the point where he lashed out. For the time being, the tests for stripping him of his energy were postponed.

Hitting only dead ends, a desperate decision was made. On August 6th, 1945, the ultimate test of Sebastian's Metahuman abilities were put to the test. Unwittingly placed inside a bomb, he was flown across the seas to the land of the rising sun; Japan. There...He became one of the worst human-made catastrophes to ever occur.

Dropped to ground level, upon contact, having been left alone for months charging energy to near-bursting, he unleashed a hellish blast following his collision into the ground. While it caused him incredible pain and left him unconscious and in agony, what it did to everything around him was far worse. The implosion alone leveled over five miles of Hiroshima, killing 80,000 of its inhabitants in an instant. In the following aftermath, thousands more perished from the radiation left in his wake.

Once he regained consciousness, all new feelings that Sebastian was unacquainted with came to him in waves; fear, confusion, and most importantly...Rage. His countrymen, and the people he has lived under his whole life, used him as a means to an end. For days, the glowing skeleton that became an omen of death to the Japanese citizenry wandered the wasteland of his own creation, sickened by what had been done. Eventually, before Japanese heroes could end up finding him, American forces came to pick him up, and he obliged...For the time.

Having seen what they thought of him as, something to be studied and used to their means, Sebastian had plans of his own now. He played nice for the first few weeks back, regaining his strength and awaiting news of the warfront. However, the very day the surrender of Japan was given, August 15th, he made his move. Having never been anticipating an act of aggression from him, he broke his shallow containment with ease, slaughtering government agents and researchers alike without regret. If they could inflict something like this on a whole country without a second thought, then why should he spare them one?

Following this, the first incident involving the individual who now went by 'Fallout' occurred. As Sebastian broke containment and made his way into the closest city, it didn't go unnoticed. While the government was scrambling their best task force to recontain the walking bomb, Superheroes also got involved. He wasn't a fighter, and had never even thrown a punch before this, but as it turned out, Heroes were made of less stiff stuff than he had imagined.

With his nuclear-infused strength, even the mightiest of the caped crusaders who confronted Sebastian could even match him in raw strength, much less contend with it. Not to mention even getting close to the man spelt nigh-instant death.....A fact many Heroes that day learned all too well. It's likely this would have continued to escalate, with perhaps even Fallout managing to escape and travel across America in a reign of rampage, if not for a heroine by the name of Blizzard, whose powerful Cryokinetic abilities were enough to chill his core temperature down, to the point he went comatose; if only for long enough to be contained.

From that day on, Sebastian Monroe went from the government's lab rat to their greatest threat, holding a hatred that burned hotter than even he did. However, they had now gained the knowledge they needed to replicate his ability of nuclear power, and thus, he was not needed. Killing him, however, seemed quite out of the question. As such, he instead received a special place in a truly wicked Supermax prison in a place called Coldwater. There, his cell was designed, and its design has barely deviated over the years. With him as their newest guest of honor, Coldwater was able to implement the world's first ever nuclear generator....With him as the charger. With the generator bound to him, the constant drain of power was enough to keep him at bay, and if he ever made any moves, the cell was prepared with coolant sprays that, given his weakened condition, were potent enough to drop him into a brief comatose state. Beyond a daily meal, this was his life; stuck as a battery, with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. His mental stability gradually degraded from day after day of this insufferable treatment. Luckily for him, things took a turn eventually.

Around 1993, something changed. Maybe it was just that after years of successful containment things got a bit lax, but whatever the case, an opportunity presented itself; for reasons he didn't know, and truthfully, didn't care about, the coolant system was dysfunctional for a day. Their mistake. When the guard came to give him his daily meal, what he got was a face-full of nuclear energy, turning him into an ashen statue of himself almost instantaneously. After that, well, let's just say Coldwater wasn't prepared for a pissed off nuclear warhead to barrel through all the prison walls and out into glorious sunlight.

....This was new. He knew he'd been transported to a high-security prison, but Fallout wasn't prepared for how different the world could look after 40 years shut off from it. However, he didn't get to take that moment in for long; the Supes were coming. And he was rather stunned to find out that, after years of being stuck in maximum containment....They hadn't improved all too much. Just like all the way back in '45, heroes were dropping like flies, unprepared for a foe of this magnitude, only compounded by the fact that his breakout also lead to the freedom of several other high-profile villains. But, as it turns out, they were a touch more prepared than last time...

In case of the return of the mysterious (at least to the Hero associations) supervillain Fallout, they began a program that ensured that if the time came, an individual with extraordinarily potent Cryokinetic capacity would be on the scene. While Fallout managed to wreak horrific havoc, he was yet again stopped by the newest Cryokinetic hero on the block. After that, he was returned to Coldwater, and unbeknownst to him, plans to design a far more imposing Super-Prison were in the works.

From that moment on, efforts to contain Fallout were as strict as possible. Not a day went by without a chamber inspection, ensuring proper working of the coolants and no abnormalities of the generator. This lasted until 2035, nearly 50 years after his initial breakout. Yet again, they were in for a wake-up-call...

Realizing that his lucky fluke from so long ago was not going to occur again, Fallout hatched a new plan. When the time was right, after having spent years acting as orderly as possible in order to conserve energy by not having the coolant used on him, he struck; with a surge of energy, he overheated the nuclear generator, causing a security breach the likes of which Coldwater had never seen....Nor would ever see again. However, in the resulting explosion of the generator, Sebastian was left unconscious for days at end while order was slowly, painfully wrangled back from the hands of hundreds of freed inmates. By the time he awoke again, he was in a cell. But...It was different somehow, even if he wasn't sure how.

Unbeknownst to him, he was placed into the newly made Supermax prison for villains and their ilk; The Depths. Where he's been kept to this day. So far, at least...

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Of course, with no way of Sebastian to know his parents, and nothing left of the hospital, that name is as good as dead, which is why he was given the name Adam by the government caretakers.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

S

[ POWERS ]

Fallout possesses the incredible and dangerous power of Nucleokinesis; the manipulation and generation of nuclear energy, one of the most powerful sources of energy known to man. Combine this with the fact that his body is mostly made of nuclear energy as well, and you've got a recipe for one of the most dangerous Supers in history.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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His 'body' might only effectively be a skeleton, but it is powered by nuclear energy. Combined with the heavy duty containment suit given to him, and his physical feats are off the charts. You can tell a situation's bad when the dude's Power isn't even really about Super Strength and he could still smash concrete as easily as someone snaps a pencil. 9/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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If it weren't for his containment suit, his mobility would actually be rather shocking, able to move freely without the weight of the suit bringing him down, and freely utilizing blasts of energy to propel himself. As is, though, it's still quite shocking. For a figure standing close to 10 ft. inside a titanium suit, he can move fast, consistently clocking running speeds of nearly 80 MPH, and if enough energy is spare, he can still force a blast out mid-movement for an insane increase in acceleration, though this tactic is difficult to use with the suit. 5/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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The guy was stuck with his own devices for most of his life, and only got a proper education around his teens. Needless to say, he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Granted, he isn't quite a complete dunce. Just....Mostly. 2/10.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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If there were ever a Power made for wholesale destruction, it's this. Not only can his blasts of nuclear energy vaporize just about anything it comes in contact with, it'll leave a helluva lotta radioactive energy behind, making whatever he hit unsafe to be around for...Say...A big ol' handful of years? Point is, he's just bad news to have anywhere. 10/10.

[ LETHALITY ]
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Imagine getting blasted point-blank by a palm's worth of nuclear energy. Yeah, not many can claim to be able to walk away from something like that. And truth be told, even if you do, the radiation poisoning could get you down the line. Hell, normal people get turnt into ash just by getting touched by the guy. Can't get much more lethal than that.... 10/10.
[ ENDURANCE ]
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Trust me, that suit doesn't make your life easy when it comes to laying the hurt on this SOB. It was made to resist him, so you can imagine how tough it is. Not to mention that he himself is incredibly resilient to most forms of harm, namely physical trauma and most energy-based assaults, like flame or electricity. His one glaring weakness, that being his body's inherent inability to fight off heavy cold, is what keeps this only at this rank. 7/10.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Under normal circumstances, his Power is highly efficient; it generates nuclear energy, which is then expended and quickly replenished, all with little to no outward energy sources necessary. However, when combat drags on, his stores of energy could begin to slowly be eroded away, in which case he could fall into a heavily weakened and lethargic state. In fact, if anything, his Power is too efficient. If left to his own devices and not expending his withheld energy, he could eventually be prone to a meltdown, and inevitably from that point, an implosion of catastrophic proportions.

[ SKILLS ]

Fallout doesn't possess much in the way of talents or hobbies, but on the rare occasion he got to break out and was left alone, he found out that good, cold, hard liquor felt damn good going down his nuclear core. So yeah, he likes to drink a bit.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

His only noteworthy piece of equipment is his most obvious one; his containment suit. While it is technically a penalty of sorts, holding him back, it helps to make him much more defensive, and punches backed by it hurt like a bitch due to how durable it is.

Princess

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"I am an expertly trained lady of action. And you? Barely a two-bit villain."

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[ NAME ]
Priscilla Morgan Knight

[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Princess Priscilla (Princess for short)

[ NICKNAMES/ALIASES ]
Lady Morgan, Young Lady Knight (usually what she's called by the adults in her life. She never really had friends her age.)

[ AGE ]
19

[ GENDER ]
Female

[ AFFILIATION ]
Full-time Hero (originally worked under the British branch of H.E.R.O. before a very recent transfer)

[ APPEARANCE ]
Priscilla has a dainty build, weighing only about 140 lbs. on a 5'4 body. However, most of her weight comes from one of the most noteworthy parts of her appearance; her shockingly well-kept beautifully blonde hair, which reaches down to her ankles and nearly encapsulates her small frame with the excess amount of it. This is, of course, part of her ability, but it also helps to sell her princess-like appearance, which is only compounded on by her light frame, pale white skin, glimmering sapphire-blue eyes, and round, cherubic face.

Clothing-wise....She is loathe to admit it, but fashion was not something she was raised in mind with, beyond what her mother got her to put on. Typically though, she wears quite modest and well-covering clothing, abash at the idea of showing off skin (yes, her family's pretty old-fashioned). It's rare anything above her knees is ever exposed, and she tends toward long-sleeved clothes, which gives her a preference towards winter clothing. If it's quite hot outside, however, she may relent a touch and wear....Shorts. *Shudders*

Her Hero costume is a different story, to an extent. Selling the Princess aesthetic, she is clad in a stark white gown, complete with a large, puffy skirt and a rigid corset underneath. Impractical for battle? Certainly. But it does make her look like quite the Disney princess, and she's learned how to work with it. The interesting point is, in the interest of preserving her modesty, this costume is actually made from her own hair, giving it incredible tensile strength and flexibility. Oh, and of course, to wrap the ensemble up, she also wears white heels that bump her height a good few inches (and yes, she can fight perfectly fine in heels; perhaps her greatest accomplishment), and a silver tiara encrusted with honest-to-God diamonds. It's excessive, but damn if it doesn't look good on her.

[ PERSONALITY ]
Priscilla lived a very sheltered life up until her recent years as a proper Heroine, and it shows. Having been stuck in her own personal bubble for much of her life, she can easily come off as entitled and selfish at times, and finds herself struggling to sympathize and find common ground with others. Due to her strict training, she is very opinionated about hero work, and believes only those who are truly willing to dedicate themselves to be worthy of the job. She also tends to feel rather rude, sometimes intentionally, and sometimes because of her difficulty understanding others (and social cues).

However, for all her negative attitude, she is an incredibly driven youth amongst the Hero community. She can always be expected to put forth her full effort, and her full effort tends to bring in incredible results. Not to mention that, surprisingly, while she rarely respects most people, she's been raised with the upmost respect for her elders, regardless of their position, which can certainly be a breath of fresh air in this rebellious-teen-filled demographic. Last but not least, she may have trouble showing it, but she isn't a Hero merely because she was raised to do it; she feels a true obligation towards doing good for the world, and has a heart of gold, even if it is buried by years of neglectful and harsh upraising.

[ BIO ]
As much as she'd rather not think about it, Priscilla was always meant as a means to an end. Her mother, Natasha, is a woman who seeks recognition and power more than anything else, but her ability, while powerful in its own right, was not the sort of thing that could make one a famous hero, or even a dangerous villain, nor was it the sort of ability she wanted to be known by the public. So instead, she put a plan into action.

Originally born in Russia, she moved to London, and through clever behind-the-scenes manipulations and some wiles of her own, soon became entwined with England's star Hero; Knight, or rather, Harrison Knight, a Hero with a simple ability, but one with an insane capacity. He had the ability to imbue anything he wore, carried, or wielded, with an immeasurable increase to their durability and strength, mostly notably used in his signature suit of armor, kite shield, and longsword. He could withstand nearly anything with no injury, and his blade could slice through just about any obstacle.

Thus, when the couple finally had a child, her plan was put into action; crafting an individual whom would bring the amount of prestige and power Natasha wanted right to her...And that child was Priscilla. But even more tragically, she was not the first. In truth, she has many, many siblings, but mother dearest saw to it that the ones she had deemed unworthy were either separated from the family, or....Worse. Not that Priscilla knows anything about this.

Truth be told, even Priscilla wasn't to Natasha's exact liking, as she had hoped for a child who directly inherited Harrison's ability, but she could tell they'd found something special when her powers first emerged. While she came out quite bald as a baby, within a few months, she abruptly grew a whole heads' worth of hair and then some. In fact, she ended up trapping herself in a hair cocoon of her own making, with her parents surprised to find themselves unable to pry, cut, or tear it open....Until her father dug his way through with his own blade.

Needless to say, between the stunningly early triggering of her Meta-ability, and the power which it had even at this young age, intrigued her mother. Once she was old enough to walk and talk, she was old enough to train; at least, according to her mother. Priscilla, instead of going to a proper school, was fully-homeschooled by private teachers, and in-between those lessons, was also being taught by premier Power-based tutors who had handled children with a whole slew of different gifts. While this training in the long run turned Priscilla into one of the most powerful and efficient heroes of her age group, it has caused severe issues for her. From a lack of social connections to absent family figures (beyond public events, and even then it was forced) and constantly growing expectations, she suffered a multitude of breakdowns as a child, for which she was beaten, scolded, and reprimanded until she acted as prim and proper as mother dearest wished.

Her formative years warped beyond repair, Priscilla came out as an outwardly capable, polite, and mature woman, but her inner self couldn't be any further from it. Still, when it inevitably came time for her to join H.E.R.O., she followed suit. Just as mother told her to. Joining up with their British branch at the remarkably young age of 15, having been deemed more than experienced enough in spite of her age, she quickly became a force to be reckoned with amongst England's finest Heroes, including her very own father. In fact, to this day, she'd probably still be working from England if not for a...Recent event.

With the news of Castleburg's N-Train Incident already reaching ears around the globe, so too it reached Natasha Knight. Where others saw tragedy, she saw opportunity. Without even consulting her daughter on the matter, she sent Priscilla's astonishingly excellent file off to none other than Director Steel, with an offer of seeing the prodigal daughter become a new asset to their side of H.E.R.O., since it was so evident they needed more professional individuals. As we speak, young lady Priscilla Morgan Knight is making her way to the Americas, to have an exclusive interview with the Director herself.

[ MISCELLANEOUS ]
Priscilla can be....A lot of things. But trust me, if there's one thing she has absolutely down pat (beyond hero work), it's hair. If you're looking for someone to help cut, style, or otherwise work your hair into a fresh new masterpiece, Lady Morgan here is definitely the one to go to. Assuming you can bear with her for the amount of time she'll need to work her magic.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]
A

[ POWERS ]
Priscilla's power, while deceptively simple, is decisively powerful. Simply put, she is able to generate and mentally manipulate her hair, down to the smallest follicle. Under normal circumstances, this power could be potentially strong, but typically situational, but possibly due to her father's power, her hair is unnaturally durable and strong.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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While not able to directly match up to those with excessive amounts of physical strength, due to the sheer amount of hair she can generate, and the various shapes and forms it can take, she can typically outmatch those with physical strength regardless. Still, even in raw might, her ability is not to be underestimated. 7/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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Thanks to the speed at which Priscilla can generate and launch out her hair, as well as how she can mentally control all of her hair, this affords her incredible mobility options. Imagine Spider-Man if he could launch a couple dozen different threads of webbing at a time, and have complete control over them. That's just one of the many ways Priscilla can dominate a contest of Agility. 8/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Priscilla is no idiot. Private tutoring did a lot wrong for her, but it did ensure she was very well-educated, able to perform at and exceed college-level individuals. Still, she's no rocket scientist, so while she's smart, don't expect too much from her, and leave the heavy thinking to the heavy thinkers. 4/10.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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When even a single thread of her hair is tough and strong enough to saw and pierce through concrete...Yeah, environmental damage is more than possible with her ability. However, she's able to keep this in check more often than not, and rarely seeks to cause damages unless she believes it can honestly help her fight. 8/10.

[ LETHALITY ]
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Remember that bit about a single thread of her hair being strong enough to pierce concrete? Well, most people ain't made of concrete, and aren't fast or perceptive enough to notice and avoid a thin string of hair firing towards their skull. Now, sure, she's capable of something like this, but she's never really done it. On record. 9/10.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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While Priscilla herself isn't the most durable or stamina-filled, it doesn't matter when her hair can do all the heavy-lifting. Literally. Her hair is so tough that most weapons literally break in contact against it, and almost all forms of armaments have proven ineffective against them, beyond extremely high-yield explosives (which even then, serve more to stagger her than actually damage her), or laser-based technology that is still at its infancy....Well, truth be told, her ultimate defense has one weakness; water. If her hair gets too wet, she can't control it and it loses a lot of its durability as well. But beyond that vulnerability that has been very carefully hidden from the world, if she's got the time to react, she may as well be invincible beyond some very grave threats. 9/10.

[ EFFICACY ]
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There's one flaw her power has, and it is efficacy; but typically it will rarely come up. When it comes to manipulating her hair, it comes at virtually no expense to Priscilla, and generating more is usually no concern. But the closer she gets to her limit (which is about 400 ft. worth of hair...Which is, yes, a lot), the more exhausting it gets to mentally control all of it, and the more hair she has out at any given time, the harder it is for damaged hair to reform. The thinner you stretch Priscilla (as difficult as that is), slowly, the more vulnerable she'll become. 3/10.

[ SKILLS ]

• Knight Style - One of Priscilla's preferred styles of combat, she creates a large, cutlass-like blade and kite shield out of her hair, mimicking her father's combat style. She's had lots of training in swordsmanship, too, making her all the more effective with this technique.
• Grappler Style - Typically used to handle many weaker targets, or to help restrain a larger or more threatening one, Priscilla will form a number of arms out of her hair, which will be used to grab and restrain targets, or occasionally bludgeon them around if necessary. Typically this involves many smaller arms, but she's also been known to use one giant arm as well, which also serves as a powerful defensive measure.
• Cocoon Style - The ultimate defensive technique, Priscilla forms a full-body hair cocoon around herself (and others, if need be), providing a nigh-impenetrable defense, though not much else.
• Brawler Style - Truth be told, this Style is quite inefficient in comparison to some of her other options, but it does bring her some serious satisfaction. Simply put, she forms her hair around her own arms, creating gauntlet-like designs meant to pummel enemies into submission. It also has use as one of the quickest to make Styles, in case she could be caught unaware.
• Spider Style - Spider Style is her go-to method of travel, essentially forming four or more tendrils of hair into legs of sorts, allowing her to traverse nearly any surfaces, and also being ready to shoot out said 'legs' to tether and drag her to a new surface in a thought. She can technically do the same sorts of things with Grappler Style, but this one is more intended for that purpose.

[ EQUIPMENT ]
Beyond her Hero suit (or more accurately, dress), which is made of her own hair, making it surprisingly tough and flexible, Priscilla has no equipment, and also, in her humble opinion, has no need of equipment.

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Location: Outside the Gala Fundraiser Hotel

Damn if this weren't boring.

There's something to be said about the life of a mercenary from every angle. The pay, the thrill, the violence....But you're never prepared for the real part of work like this. The boredom. Patience might be a virtue, but Veronica Valstead ain't a very virtuous woman. In the shadow of this New York night, she lied in wait on a nearby rooftop, eager for her opening to strike. But that was just it; waiting.

Her Johnson for this hit was quite the interesting one though. Wouldn't give his real identity, obviously; didn't even meet in person. That was all standard fare. What ain't standard fare is paying upfront for the job AND even adding in a little bonus, which she was all to happy to exploit, tapping on the side of her STARK Holo-Glasses. She might as well have had a smartphone on her face, and this one came with some extra features, evident as she scoped the scene on the inside of the gala with X-Ray.

She might be one tough bitch, but this job did demand a bit of prep-work from her due to its....Eccentricities.

Firstly, she was after one Oberon Price; guy who ate up STARK Enterprises. Deadshot didn't have much thoughts on the man, but if someone was giving her a job to go after a man this rich and powerful, then either this was quite personal or they was looking to topple their corp. And honestly, judging from the free gear and ludicrous upfront pay, probably both. But it got weirder. While they didn't care how they got to Mr. Price, they made one demand; for his death to be gruesome and public. She quietly hoped it was some sort of publicity stunt and not a kink.

Granted, since they paid her upfront, V did have a sneaking suspicion this job was more than her benefactor was letting on. Some fucker playing 4d Chess with themselves or some dumb shit. She didn't need to know, she didn't wanna know, and she couldn't care less not knowing. It's a lot easier to focus what's in front of you.

"...Huh."

....Like a guy sporting some upgrades. The X-Ray was mostly for her to look through the walls and get a layout of the situation inside; she was able to tell guards from the damn bureaucrats in the building thanks to it, because the X-Ray wouldn't go past their body armor. What she hadn't expected, however, was to get a nice image of a skeleton covered with all kindsa gear, clearly inside his body. Vera couldn't make heads or tails of all the crap in the guy, but it wasn't good news for her. Still, better she knew now.

By now, she'd mapped out all the non-hostiles and security forces in the building, and turned off the X-Ray feature for now, having to blink a few times to chase it off. With a sigh, she got up from her crouched position, getting in a good stretch before pulling a cigar out from a small pouch on her belt, with a lighter she was just as quick to produce. A small puff of smoke pervaded the air, before slowly being pushed off into the night. Dropping it to the ground and snuffing it out with a good rub of her boot, she gave a look to the front guards of the hotel. They didn't number many, and from their posturing, she could tell they weren't prepared for anything serious. Much less her.

With a few more cracks of bone, Deadshot was all limbered up. She took up position on the rooftop, laying flat on her stomach as she produced her M110 from the careful layers of straps on her back that secured a shocking amount of gear, lining up the shot on the first guard.

Soon she'd find the right opportunity. But for now, staring down her sights, she embraced the cold bite of December, steeling her for what was to come.

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Deadshot

Nicknames
V, Vera, Val, Lass (she only lets her personal underground contact get away with calling her 'lass')

Title/Code Name
Deadshot

Species
Human

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Gunsexual Jokes aside, she's straight

Age
24...?

Birthday
August 13th

Personality
Veronica puts her work first and foremost; if you're meeting her on a job, you can expect a cold and calculating slayer who will do anything to get the job done, from assassinations to theft, and near anything in between, though the one moral high-ground she keeps is being unwilling to do jobs involving children, which to her can mean anyone up to their early 20s, as long as she thinks they're worth the hassle. Though on occasion in her line of work, if things are going very smoothly, or the opposite, are going belly-up, she lets the chilling exterior down for a bit of banter and snark to break through.

Outside of any jobs she's a wildcard of a woman; here for a good time, not a long time. Veronica lives loosely, jumping from bar to bar, causing a ruckus, mingling and certainly getting frisky from time to time. She'll just as quickly make friends as she does enemies, and doesn't care much about it, either. It could be the inebriated state talking, but in general she comes off as not caring much about...Much.

Still, beyond her careless and reckless attitude, or her cold-hearted plotting (whichever you believe to be her true self), there's a heart in there somewhere. She just doesn't like to show it.

Affiliation
Free Agent/Free-Spirited
I do things my way, for me. If it helps people, great. If not, whatever. It ain't my business to fix everyone's lives, and they damn well better not be expectin' it.

Weapon(s)
The Arsenal

Veronica might have some legitimate Powers, sure, but she much prefers to rely on proper equipment to blow apart her competition, and trust me, she's got a lot of it. Let's get to work....

Armor

While V isn't prone to wearing full-body armor (which you'll understand why soon), she isn't gonna be caught dead with absolutely nothing to defend herself. Typically underneath her clothing she wears a flak jacket, and almost always wears a remodeled Chitauri helmet, scavenged by black market scalpers back when they first invaded Earth. Compared to most Earthly armor, the helmet might as well be unbreakable. Why she feels the need to guard her head so will be discussed soon.

Beyond that, she has two pieces of her Arsenal that can be loosely considered armor. Firstly, the gloves she wears are made from Vibranium (which cost her a pretty penny, that's for sure). While it ain't as fancy as Cap's shield or a full-blown body suit like Black Panther, the gloves can stop almost any attack that hits them, helping her play defense when she needs to. Plus, since it's the Grade-A goods from Wakanda, it also absorbs kinetic and/or vibratory energy, which can be unleashed in extremely potent punches.

Last but not least are a set of hydraulic gauntlets that, on a closer inspection, are surprisingly close to the sort used by known HYDRA agent and mercenary Crossbones. What they lack in defensive measure over her gloves, these gauntlets once equipped practically double her physical strength to lift and smash through nearly anything in her way. However, she rarely uses them as their bulk makes them a bit unwieldy and she prefers to use other methods than punching holes through everything.

Weaponry

Deadshot loves her weaponry. Her most standard pieces of equipment are two .50 cal. Desert Eagles, which she uses to deadly efficacy in mid-to-close-range combat. Her next favorite toy in case of a pinch is a HAMMER manufactured hand cannon, known as The Exciser. It can only hold about 4 rounds in a chamber, but each shot from this bad boy could tear a hole in a tank. Usually it's too overkill for what she fights, but any excuse she gets to use it, she does.

When she needs to kill by the dozen, or simply dump a truck's worth of lead into something, her common choices are her Uzi, which is very helpful due to its light weight and size, making it quick to draw and far less conspicuous to carry, or for a more extreme option, her HK416, outfitted with a 100-round drum magazine. The amount of ninjas torn to pieces by this firearm (which, as a side note, Veronica is seriously confused by how common ninjas are in her line of work) is uncountable.

However, her favorite choice for all jobs in the Kel-Tec KSG-25; the deadliest shotgun in the world. Not only can it hold a staggering 41 shells per mag, but with its bullpup configuration, it's the shortest shotgun on the market while having one of the longest barrels, adding to its firepower. Last but not least, it also has two different magazines that feed into it, allowing the KSG-25 to utilize multiple forms of ammunition at once. In laymen's terms, it's one of the deadliest and most effective tools in Veronica's toolkit.

While Deadshot doesn't consider herself a sniper per se, she knows that sometimes you need a bit of distance and subtlety to a job. Thus, the M110 is a great choice for her long-range needs. It has an effective range of 800 meters, is lightweight, and supports a suppressor to reduce muzzle flash and minimize sound.

She doesn't get many chances to use it, but yes, she owns a rocket launcher, and yes, it's a blast to use (pun intended)! Her RPG-7V2 is a military-grade rocket launcher that can annihilate heavily-armored vehicles and targets. She just sadly doesn't get many jobs where it's necessary (but trust me, she's always got this bad girl nearby if she really wants to shake things up).

Beyond conventional weaponry, she also packs grenades; typically they're standard-fare frags, but she's got some special ones as well, namely EMPs, flashbangs, smoke, and even some fancy new cryogenic grenades from some generous benefactors. Also, when it comes to melee combat, it's rare she fully relies on hand-to-hand. She got her hands on a STARK shock baton model before it shifted gears away from military weaponry, and...She also rigged it to give out volts far beyond the 'taser' shock it was originally made for. And if things get really bad....

She finds little use for it in a world dominated by guns and explosives, but she'll be damned if it isn't her prized weapon of the bunch. A gift for a certain high-end job some years back, Veronica was given a short serrated blade made of Adamantium, a weapon that can hack through just about anything and anyone, and due to its serrated edge, you can bet whatever it manages to carve into is gonna be painful and life-threatening, and good luck patching that wound up with anything short of regeneration. Speaking of...
Powers

Beyond what is mentioned in this Grid below, Veronica's true Mutant power is an interesting one. While it acts as a powerful self-regenerating healing factor and augments her natural physique, it does something else that many would find quite...Disconcerting. If a body party is separated from the rest of Veronica's body, she can still control it as if it were apart of her, and freely attach it back, returning to its natural form almost instantly.

This makes her a dangerous foe, because even if you seriously maim her, not only will she almost undoubtedly recover from it, but she can use it against you.
(Based on the Marvel Power Grid)
+Level 3 Intelligence (Learned; proficient in multiple languages, studied in multiple forms of martial arts.)
+Level 4 Strength (Superhuman Strength, able to lift up to 1,600 lbs.)
+Level 2 Speed (Able to sprint to up to 30-35 MPH.)
+Level 4 Durability (Able to regenerate from severe damages, though is just as vulnerable as an average human otherwise)
+Level 5 Fighting Skill (Mastered the martial arts of the Greek Pankration, which focuses on being prepared to attack regardless of one's position; is fairly well-studied in Krav Maga and Judo.)

Weaknesses
-There's a reason she wears her helmet. Veronica has never learned what might happen if her brain itself sustains too much damage. And truth be told, she isn't eager to find out.
-While she is skilled in martial arts, she would much sooner rely on her plethora of firearms, making her slightly more vulnerable in a proper hand-to-hand fight.
-Veronica can regenerate from many things, but while her healing factor has never stopped entirely, there have been times it has slowed down from excessive damage.
-Her regeneration saves her from a lot of things, but sadly, not physical fatigue. She can become exhausted and lose her stamina just like any other living being, and it gets worse the more she has to regenerate. After years of her work she's gotten good at conserving her stamina, but it could still be an issue.

Likes

Drinks
Smoking
Parties
Her Work (on most occasions)
New York (it's the place that has all her favorite things in abundance, what's not to like?)

Dislikes

Her Work (on some occasions)
Shitty Employers
Heroes (she's had to deal with her fair share of do-gooders, and it's always annoying)
Ninjas (she would pay good money to never deal with a ninja ever again)
Supervillains (V is all for some crime, but when things start getting too big for their britches, she's usually done)

Current Residence
Several safehouses in New York scattered about the boroughs. She can't afford to stay in one place for one (figuratively at least)

Backstory

Veronica keeps things quiet on her life story, and that's how she prefers it. As far as most folk in the know-how in New York know, Veronica, AKA Deadshot, is a high-pay mercenary that has a nearly spotless record for getting her jobs done...As long as she finds your job worth doing, which is always the tricky part. As much as a boon as she can be a bane to the criminal underbelly of New York, she occupies an interesting position between do-gooder vigilante (usually when old bosses do something to piss her off), and criminal hitwoman, straddling the line between heroes and villains. There's only one thing you can say for certain about Ms. Valstead....

Don't get on her bad side.

Special Skills
Pankration Master
Trained in Judo and Krav Maga
Multilingual (English, Russian, German, French, Japanese, and Spanish to name a few)
Expert Marksmanship
Trained Pilot

Other
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Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Kubo - Location: Home Basement/Streets of Astoria - Tags: Open

In the dimly-lit basement of an Astoria homestead, all the sounds of a metal workshop could be heard, from the scorching noise of welding to the pounding of metal, and the whirr of machinery. It had been a very long night for Kubo.

"Whew...I think MK-I is almost ready to roll!"

A young man who couldn't be much older than his early 20s raised up a welding mask, casting a blowtorch to the side. Days worth of exhaustion showed on their face, clearly Japanese in heritage. Happy with their work, however, a smile broke through on them against the odds. Taking a hard chug of bottled water, they gave a satisfied sigh, looking over their life's work.

A menacing figure of steel stood in front of the youth, its open sockets lightly pulsing red light, courtesy of the source of its power; the Kubo Generator, another new creation of its maker's design. It was far from an Arc Reactor, but it had the potency to do what was necessary; this iron-clad suit would serve as the start for a whole new hero, a guardian of the free world, which they needed now more than ever. This....

Was Project Ultraman.

"Alright, running diagnostics. R.E.G.I.S., sound off!"

"GREETINGS, ADMINISTRATOR AKIO." A harshly synthetic voice rang out from the suit, earning a grin from the one now known as Akio. The suit was one thing, but managing the A.I. present inside was an even larger task. One that, against all odds, he had managed.

"Sweet, you work! Well, tell me, how are things on the inside there?"

"ULTRAMAN RUNNING AT 100% POWER. SUIT INTEGRITY AT 100%. INTERNET CONNECTION VERIFIED." As if to prove that point, he could hear a video played from the inside of the suit...And he heard what sounded like a panicked yelp, and fearful whispers. "Uh...R.E.G.I.S., open up the suit and lets replay that, okay?" "AFFIRMATIVE."

His wonderous creation folded out before him, and with a giddy grin on his face, Kubo allowed himself to fall backwards into it, becoming encased in both a literal and figurative sense; he wasn't Akio, not anymore. Now....He was Ultraman. Sadly though, he didn't have all the time in the world to look stupid smiling at no one about his successes. There was a video to check out.

Inside, Akio saw the unbelievable. Or, y'know, it would've been if a giant purple man hadn't made half the universe disappear barely a year back. Including himself. In the video, hiding in the shrubbery, someone recorded a shocking incident; a rip in space, as a small group of, well, without better descriptors, fiendish individuals came forth. After one seemingly gave some commands, the group went their seperate ways, with two of them westbound.

"Hey, wait. That's Central Park, right?" "AFFIRMATIVE." "So the duo that's headed west...They'll be passing through here. Heh...R.E.G.I.S.?" "YES, ADMINISTRATOR?"

"We just found our first mission."

With that, Akio was fully ready to prepare to fly straight through his own basement into the skies...Before remembering the boosters were mostly dysfunctional. With a groan, he made his way out of the basement, and in the cover on night, left through his home's backdoor and onto the moon-shrouded streets of a New York night. It was time to get to work!

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Ultraman

Nicknames
N/A (never had friends to give him nicknames)

Title/Code Name
The Unbeatable Ultraman! (Ultraman/Ultra for short)

Species
Human

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Age
21

Birthday
December 25th

Personality
While Akio does his best to act like his charismatic and cocky idol that was Iron Man, he...Can't pull it off well. At his core, he is a huge dork, all too ready to geek out and go overboard on any topic that comes up that even slightly interests him, and he especially enjoys ranting about his work to any and all willing to listen. However, underneath that nerdiness and more than a slight need to be recognized for something, he has the real workings of a Hero, and genuinely wants to be able to do right by his fellow man.

Affiliation
Heroic/Selfless
The way I see things, it should never be about what you can do for yourself; it's what you can do for others.

Weapon(s)
The Ultraman Suit MK-I

Designed from the scraps of a salvaged Ultron drone (not that Kubo's aware that's what he salvaged), the MK-I might not be a Tony Stark patented nanosuit, but it can certainly get the job done. While far from unbreakable, it's able to handle most forms of non-Superhuman assault fairly well, beyond higher level firearms and explosives, and enhances Akio's strength considerably, more than enough to throttle any street-level thug, and put up a serious fight against more dangerous opponents. However, it's true power comes from...

The Kubo Generator
The Kubo Generator is a power source of Akio's own design, based off the remains of the power source the salvaged drone has, and some facets of Stark's famous Arc Reactor. While it's power generation is quite inefficient and needs tuning, it gets the job done, able to run the suit for about a full day. Assuming he doesn't pull anything special, which he almost always does. Namely, the propulsor beams able to be fired from the palms of the suit, which possess enough concussive force to knock out a normal human in one good blast, and can be charged for a bit of extra 'oomph', potentially busting straight through concrete. The suit also possesses boosters to allow flight, but...They've been finnicky, so unless it's an emergency, they're considered inactive for the MK-I. However, Kubo has one special weapon up his sleeve still....

Purge System
Just as Iron Man had his Unibeam, Kubo has what he's dubbed the 'Purge System'. By channeling all but 5% of the suit's remaining power to its mouthpiece, Ultraman unleashes a devastating beam of energy that can decimate just about anything it hits. Of course, this is certainly a last resort, but a very potent one.

R.E.G.I.S.
Named after an alien robot from an old TV show, R.E.G.I.S. is the J.A.R.V.I.S. to Ultraman's Iron Man. Patched up from some remaining data in the drone he salvaged, R.E.G.I.S. assists Kubo in tracking the suit's power usage, current power, suit integrity, and offers direction in combat scenarios (as Akio is very unpracticed in the art of combat). R.E.G.I.S. can also be used to hack into anywhere Kubo needs to get into, and perform lightning-fast internet searches, which can be surprisingly useful.

Powers

(Based on the Marvel Power Grid)
+Level 5 Intelligence (Genius, could be considered a Level 6 Intelligence (Super-Genius) with aid of R.E.G.I.S.)
+Level 1 Strength (Level 4 with the Ultraman suit, able to lift roughly 2 tonnes)
+Level 2 Speed (in the Ultraman suit, he can reach up to 60 MPH running. Once he works out the boosters, he can go much faster)
+Level 1 Durability (Level 3 in Ultraman suit. Can remain unharmed or lightly damaged from most ordinary weaponry)
+Level 1 Fighting Skill (Level 4 with combat analysis from R.E.G.I.S.)

Weaknesses
-Without the Ultraman suit, Akio is a frail and unskilled combatant. And even with the Ultraman suit, his combat experience is painfully prevalent.
-The Ultraman suit can resist most forms of assault, but Kubo has yet to make it resistant to electric assaults, making it prone to being overloaded or fried with a large enough voltage, or at the least dazing the suit's systems.
-EMPs can render the suit temporarily inert.
-The energy consumption of the suit is currently very inefficient, so drawn out fights are poor fits for Ultraman.

Likes

Engineering
Rants
Being Acknowledged
Sweets
Boba Tea
Heroics
Selfless Acts

Dislikes

Not Understanding Things
Awkward Social Interactions (which in his case, is pretty much all of them)
Evildoers (cheesy, but you get the idea)
Failure (he copes with it very, very poorly)
New York Traffic

Current Residence
Astoria, New York, in the shabbiest house he could buy (he needs his cash for way more important things than his digs)

Backstory

Akio's life story has been one of, mainly, disappointment. His mother was a self-absorbed woman who only got with his dad on a fling, and his father, while a genius man himself, was also quite the bitter alcoholic. It didn't take long after he was born for the divorce to get filed, and for his pops to win custody. That was a bad start, but it got worse.

Growing up with his father, Akio was taught that to win in this world, one needs to be cunning and ruthless in equal measures; fitting advice from a man who fought his way tooth and nail up the ladder of a huge Japanese tech company. As such, he was very hard on the boy, forcing him to be better, always saying that he wasn't living up to his potential. When those kind of talks were the closest thing he got to familial connections, it's no surprise Akio got so desperate for approval and attention from others.

In school, he found himself quickly outpacing many other students, and per his father's requests, he moved up grades several times. Hell, by the time he was getting into High School, he was barely Middle School age. While teachers praised him for his intellect and excellent school work, he was disconnected from the students, unable to find any friends in his years of school. College didn't change that; if anything, it somehow got worse there. By the time he graduated from Kyoto University, he was probably one of the most antisocial and awkward human beings on the planet, with no real connection to other people and certainly zero people skills to speak of.

Due to this, in spite of his genius-level intellect and college degrees, he struggled to find work, usually taking jobs in small shops as a cashier or janitor, or when those things turned belly-up, he occasionally resorted to hacking and selling information on the web (though he tried to make sure anything he dug up wasn't too important). However, one day things took an unexpected turn when he just....Ceased to exist.

Yes, Akio was among the billions of people who were snapped away in an instant due to the Mad Titan's actions. And once he returned, he practically found himself in a whole new world. For someone like him, it was absolutely terrifying. However, snapped individuals were compensated by the government, and once his pay came in, he decided he needed to get away from everything for a while.

Using some of his snap Yen, Akio paid for a trip to a quiet area in Russia, if only to spend some time to catch his breath and realign himself in the world. However, he had no idea what he'd find on this trip. One day, when spending a chilly morning on a walk through the nearby forestry, he came across something he couldn't explain; the wreck of what looked to be some kind of robot, or drone, but in almost complete disrepair. Still...Some of the parts looked serviceable, and the design of the machine evoked something in Kubo. It was then an idea struck him.

After the fight that saw all those who were erased returned, the world was down many of its greatest defenders, not least of all being the one and only Iron Man, Tony Stark. The world needed heroes now more than ever...And with this heap of potentially incredible parts...With that, he began hauling as much of the totaled drone as he could back home, and started his work on Project Ultraman.

After several months of backbreaking labor, intensive research, and, regrettably, a lot of information sold on the net for quick bucks, he finally finished it; the MK-I Ultraman suit. With it in tow, he did the only thing that came to his mind. If he was going to debut as one of the next big heroes of the world, he'd need a suitable stage, and New York was practically a breeding ground for ne'er-do-wells, but also a place where great heroes could be found. And he'd be the next.

Selling off all his belongings in Russia, he got himself a ticket to New York, bought himself a shabby house (honestly closer to a hut almost) in Astoria, and prepared for his big move...

Special Skills
Engineering
Hacking
Information Gathering
Cooking (yeah, when he isn't holed up in his pseudo-lab doing tests, he likes to cook)

Other
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Ultraman

Nicknames
N/A (never had friends to give him nicknames)

Title/Code Name
The Unbeatable Ultraman! (Ultraman/Ultra for short)

Species
Human

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Age
21

Birthday
December 25th

Personality
While Akio does his best to act like his charismatic and cocky idol that was Iron Man, he...Can't pull it off well. At his core, he is a huge dork, all too ready to geek out and go overboard on any topic that comes up that even slightly interests him, and he especially enjoys ranting about his work to any and all willing to listen. However, underneath that nerdiness and more than a slight need to be recognized for something, he has the real workings of a Hero, and genuinely wants to be able to do right by his fellow man.

Affiliation
Heroic/Selfless
The way I see things, it should never be about what you can do for yourself; it's what you can do for others.

Weapon(s)
The Ultraman Suit MK-I

Designed from the scraps of a salvaged Ultron drone (not that Kubo's aware that's what he salvaged), the MK-I might not be a Tony Stark patented nanosuit, but it can certainly get the job done. While far from unbreakable, it's able to handle most forms of non-Superhuman assault fairly well, beyond higher level firearms and explosives, and enhances Akio's strength considerably, more than enough to throttle any street-level thug, and put up a serious fight against more dangerous opponents. However, it's true power comes from...

The Kubo Generator
The Kubo Generator is a power source of Akio's own design, based off the remains of the power source the salvaged drone has, and some facets of Stark's famous Arc Reactor. While it's power generation is quite inefficient and needs tuning, it gets the job done, able to run the suit for about a full day. Assuming he doesn't pull anything special, which he almost always does. Namely, the propulsor beams able to be fired from the palms of the suit, which possess enough concussive force to knock out a normal human in one good blast, and can be charged for a bit of extra 'oomph', potentially busting straight through concrete. The suit also possesses boosters to allow flight, but...They've been finnicky, so unless it's an emergency, they're considered inactive for the MK-I. However, Kubo has one special weapon up his sleeve still....

Purge System
Just as Iron Man had his Unibeam, Kubo has what he's dubbed the 'Purge System'. By channeling all but 5% of the suit's remaining power to its mouthpiece, Ultraman unleashes a devastating beam of energy that can decimate just about anything it hits. Of course, this is certainly a last resort, but a very potent one.

R.E.G.I.S.
Named after an alien robot from an old TV show, R.E.G.I.S. is the J.A.R.V.I.S. to Ultraman's Iron Man. Patched up from some remaining data in the drone he salvaged, R.E.G.I.S. assists Kubo in tracking the suit's power usage, current power, suit integrity, and offers direction in combat scenarios (as Akio is very unpracticed in the art of combat). R.E.G.I.S. can also be used to hack into anywhere Kubo needs to get into, and perform lightning-fast internet searches, which can be surprisingly useful.

Powers

(Based on the Marvel Power Grid)
+Level 5 Intelligence (Genius, could be considered a Level 6 Intelligence (Super-Genius) with aid of R.E.G.I.S.)
+Level 1 Strength (Level 4 with the Ultraman suit, able to lift roughly 2 tonnes)
+Level 2 Speed (in the Ultraman suit, he can reach up to 60 MPH running. Once he works out the boosters, he can go much faster)
+Level 1 Durability (Level 3 in Ultraman suit. Can remain unharmed or lightly damaged from most ordinary weaponry)
+Level 1 Fighting Skill (Level 4 with combat analysis from R.E.G.I.S.)

Weaknesses
-Without the Ultraman suit, Akio is a frail and unskilled combatant. And even with the Ultraman suit, his combat experience is painfully prevalent.
-The Ultraman suit can resist most forms of assault, but Kubo has yet to make it resistant to electric assaults, making it prone to being overloaded or fried with a large enough voltage, or at the least dazing the suit's systems.
-EMPs can render the suit temporarily inert.
-The energy consumption of the suit is currently very inefficient, so drawn out fights are poor fits for Ultraman.

Likes

Engineering
Rants
Being Acknowledged
Sweets
Boba Tea
Heroics
Selfless Acts

Dislikes

Not Understanding Things
Awkward Social Interactions (which in his case, is pretty much all of them)
Evildoers (cheesy, but you get the idea)
Failure (he copes with it very, very poorly)
New York Traffic

Current Residence
Astoria, New York, in the shabbiest house he could buy (he needs his cash for way more important things than his digs)

Backstory

Akio's life story has been one of, mainly, disappointment. His mother was a self-absorbed woman who only got with his dad on a fling, and his father, while a genius man himself, was also quite the bitter alcoholic. It didn't take long after he was born for the divorce to get filed, and for his pops to win custody. That was a bad start, but it got worse.

Growing up with his father, Akio was taught that to win in this world, one needs to be cunning and ruthless in equal measures; fitting advice from a man who fought his way tooth and nail up the ladder of a huge Japanese tech company. As such, he was very hard on the boy, forcing him to be better, always saying that he wasn't living up to his potential. When those kind of talks were the closest thing he got to familial connections, it's no surprise Akio got so desperate for approval and attention from others.

In school, he found himself quickly outpacing many other students, and per his father's requests, he moved up grades several times. Hell, by the time he was getting into High School, he was barely Middle School age. While teachers praised him for his intellect and excellent school work, he was disconnected from the students, unable to find any friends in his years of school. College didn't change that; if anything, it somehow got worse there. By the time he graduated from Kyoto University, he was probably one of the most antisocial and awkward human beings on the planet, with no real connection to other people and certainly zero people skills to speak of.

Due to this, in spite of his genius-level intellect and college degrees, he struggled to find work, usually taking jobs in small shops as a cashier or janitor, or when those things turned belly-up, he occasionally resorted to hacking and selling information on the web (though he tried to make sure anything he dug up wasn't too important). However, one day things took an unexpected turn when he just....Ceased to exist.

Yes, Akio was among the billions of people who were snapped away in an instant due to the Mad Titan's actions. And once he returned, he practically found himself in a whole new world. For someone like him, it was absolutely terrifying. However, snapped individuals were compensated by the government, and once his pay came in, he decided he needed to get away from everything for a while.

Using some of his snap Yen, Akio paid for a trip to a quiet area in Russia, if only to spend some time to catch his breath and realign himself in the world. However, he had no idea what he'd find on this trip. One day, when spending a chilly morning on a walk through the nearby forestry, he came across something he couldn't explain; the wreck of what looked to be some kind of robot, or drone, but in almost complete disrepair. Still...Some of the parts looked serviceable, and the design of the machine evoked something in Kubo. It was then an idea struck him.

After the fight that saw all those who were erased returned, the world was down many of its greatest defenders, not least of all being the one and only Iron Man, Tony Stark. The world needed heroes now more than ever...And with this heap of potentially incredible parts...With that, he began hauling as much of the totaled drone as he could back home, and started his work on Project Ultraman.

After several months of backbreaking labor, intensive research, and, regrettably, a lot of information sold on the net for quick bucks, he finally finished it; the MK-I Ultraman suit. With it in tow, he did the only thing that came to his mind. If he was going to debut as one of the next big heroes of the world, he'd need a suitable stage, and New York was practically a breeding ground for ne'er-do-wells, but also a place where great heroes could be found. And he'd be the next.

Selling off all his belongings in Russia, he got himself a ticket to New York, bought himself a shabby house (honestly closer to a hut almost) in Astoria, and prepared for his big move...

Special Skills
Engineering
Hacking
Information Gathering
Cooking (yeah, when he isn't holed up in his pseudo-lab doing tests, he likes to cook)

Other
youtube.com/watch?v=-WQOQigMV5A

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Is that a free slot I see? Yep, I've been snooping! I'd love to join in on this lovely little journey if you'll have me! I can have a character concept up and running within the day! Here's hoping at least lol