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Character you have created: April Newton

Alias: Miss Megaton

Speech Color: ADFF2F | Green Yellow

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Miss Megaton is a symbol of hope, positivity, and perseverance to the people she protects. She's quick with a smile, and she always looks for the best in others. Although her responsibilities demand a lot of her, she never loses sight of "the little guy," those individuals with whom she may only have a passing interaction but for whom Miss Megaton would sacrifice anything. She's fiercely protective, so when someone threatens innocent life, she can easily turn up the intensity.

As April Newton, she is no less tenacious. Careful never to step too far out of line -- lest she shatter the girl-next-door illusion and inadvertently reveal her identity -- she nevertheless stands up for what she believes in with an unwavering determination. Utilizing the power of the press, she gives voice to those in need of one, and she fights to enact change on a scale far grander than even Miss Megaton can achieve.

Uniform/Costume:

Miss Megaton / April Newton




Origin Info/Details:
Tragedy struck the life of April Newton early, as her father -- Dr. Henry Newton -- perished in a mysterious accident while working for Zenith Dynamics, a mega-conglomerate with a focus on cutting-edge technology. The circumstances surrounding Henry's death were never clearly disclosed, and even young April detected something suspicious afoot. Still, it would be many years before she had the chance to do anything about it, and so life went on.

After graduating with a degree in mixed media journalism, April moved to nearby Century City and procured an internship at the Chronicle, the city's oldest and most respected institution. Parlaying this internship into a full-time executive assistant position, April worked diligently and obediently until the day that a story involving Zenith Dynamics landed on her desk. A disgruntled former employee claimed to have evidence of Zenith's dirty dealings, but the editor, April's boss, declined to move forward with the lead.

April took matters into her own hands.

Infiltrating Zenith under the guise of being a full-fledged reporter, April tried to dig up information that might give her a lead on her father's untimely demise. However, she was promptly caught snooping around and escorted back to the ongoing demonstration of a new cold fusion reactor. There, amongst Zenith's scientists and other members of the press, April's life changed forever. A catastrophic failure inside the reactor caused it to explode, and April was caught squarely in the blast. Her body was bathed in experimental radiation and irrevocably transformed.

Though April tried to go back to business as usual, it was obvious that something had changed. She felt different. Stronger. And periodically, she seemed to produce bursts of radioactive energy. After one of Zenith's lab technicians tracked her down, he deduced what had happened. April had been transformed into a living nuclear reactor, with all the subsequent strengths and dangers. The technician helped April contain her powers, and together they formulated a plan.

April wouldn't just find justice for her father, as she had originally intended. Instead, she would use these newfound powers for the betterment of Century City at large as... Miss Megaton!

Hero Type: Energy - Radiation

Power Level: World Level

Powers: When April became Miss Megaton, she was imbued with the awesome and destructive power of the atom. She is capable of spontaneously generating radioactive emissions which vary in intensity from harmless, concussive bursts to concentrated blasts capable of melting through solid steel. Her ability to manipulate these energies ranges from pinpoint precision to devastating areas of effect. Whenever she encounters a sufficiently powerful source of radiation, she has a limited ability to absorb and redirect this energy.

Moreover, Miss Megaton's exposure affected not only her ability to produce radiation but also to detect it. She is sensitive to electromagnetic radiation, granting her the ability to see in the entire visible spectrum as well as x-ray, infrared, and radio waves.

In addition, the raw power coursing through her body grants her many other gifts. She's incredibly strong and far more durable than the average human. She possesses the power of flight, and she can move at exceptional speeds. Overall, she's healthier and more resilient, and she recovers from injury at an increased rate.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 125 lb
Strength Level: 100+ Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 80 MPH (flying)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 Hours
Agility: 5x Human Level
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Average

Weaknesses: Though she's incredibly tough, she's not indestructible. She can bruise, and she can bleed, even if it does take a superhuman effort. In spite of her strength, she's more effective at a distance, and she can easily get overwhelmed in melee by an opponent of equivalent -- or greater -- might. Additionally, when she's pushed to her limit, it can exhaust the energy that drives her powers; until it can regenerate, she's entirely human again.

On a psychological level, Miss Megaton's unflagging optimism can be turned against her. She's quick to trust, and her belief in the essential goodness of others can override her good sense when dealing with those who have proven to be unworthy of that trust. Like any good hero, her commitment to protecting the innocent can be used against her.

Supporting Characters:
Daisy Miller: April's best friend since childhood. Their fathers were business partners, so they spent a lot of time around each other growing up. After both men were conscripted by Zenith Dynamics to work on a classified project and subsequently perished in an "industrial accident," April and Daisy grew even closer in their shared grief. They've been inseparable since.


Jefferson Boone: Lab technician at Zenith Dynamics. He was the first person to be saved by Miss Megaton, back during the accident which gave her her powers. Jeff took it upon himself to track down April and volunteer his services as her personal "superhero assistant." He helped April learn to control her powers, and he designed her costume. For which he's very proud.


Michael (Mickey) Holtz: Chief editor at the Chronicle, April's boss. Mickey worked his way up from the newsroom, so he's put more blood, sweat, and tears into the paper than anyone else around... and he's extremely possessive of it as a result. Though he can be overbearing and close-minded at times, he holds himself and others to the highest standard of journalism. Consequently, he cuts April very little slack.


Peyton Campbell: The Chronicle's crackshot photographer with a bit of a rebellious streak. She takes an instant liking to April and aspires to bring her out of her shell. Peyton has a nose for danger, which makes her extremely good at her job but often gets her into a lot of trouble. She faces it all with a smile, much to the consternation of Mickey.


Luke Gardner: Bartender at McCaffrey's, a downtown pub frequented by April & Daisy. April's had a crush on him for a while, but she's yet to work up the courage to ask him out... despite Daisy's constant pestering.


Sinclair Davis: A mysterious executive at Zenith Dynamics with ties to the deaths of Dr. Newton & Dr. Miller.


Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: I sure hope so.

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Approved. Welcome back EBJ



Previously on CAH: roleplayerguild.com/posts/4866049 and roleplayerguild.com/posts/4915084

Dennis scooped up the unconscious Quote King with a construct and passed him off to a police van down the street. He turned to the blue and silver clad hero before the pair looked down the street at Meme-or. It once again shifted forms, anger and energy palpable with no verbal way of expressing it. The yellow animated cardigan changed colour by shades into a baggy green t-shirt. It's final form shimmering, glowing with power.



As the Aquilifer turned over one of the assailants to the custody of a waiting police van, he noticed that the other strange villain had again changed forms. No longer was he the giant mouse, he was something far more insidious...

The strange being had somehow transformed into the much beloved figure of Shaggy, the dim witted and ever famished hippy famous for his role as the sidekick to Scooby Doo. Yet, there was something off about him. He seemed confident, almost to the point of being cocky, and he was engulfed by a blue flame.

At a loss for words, Icon returned his gaze to the Aquilifer.

"Friend of yours?" He asked, still trying to process the sheer absurdity of what he saw before him.

"No. This is new. But he's not exactly unfamiliar. I think we should tread pretty carefully." The newest Aquilifer said, clearly unsure of himself and this latest threat. He began circling around the animated figure, choosing to flank him with the powerhouse superhero rather than attempt a front on assault.

"Right." Icon said as he moved in on the supercharged stoner. "I've got to admit, this is strange, even for Lost Haven." Without another word, Icon lifted several feet off the ground and flew toward the animated foe. He circled around Shaggy, looking for something that would tell him anything about the enemy he was up against.

Icon knew that this guy needed to be stopped, however, he didn't know how much force to apply in this case. If he underestimated this character based solely on his ridiculous appearance, he could be taken off guard and beaten. However, if he went at him too hard, he'd be likely to kill him. He decided that an indirect attack might be the best way to end this quickly without hurting anyone too badly. So Icon ascended skyward, then quickly changed direction and rushed downward toward his enemy. He would slam his fist into the ground in front of his foe and buckle the street before him, hopefully taking "Shaggy" out in the process.

However, as Icon braced for impact with the ground, the walking cartoon swatted him away with a backhanded slap. The impact drove Icon skyward, where he careened through the 33rd Floor and then upwards and out of the 36th floor of the Chambers Building several blocks away. Had he not regained control, his momentum would have carried him several more blocks before he would have crash landed somewhere in the city. Instead, he hovered over the city looking back toward the area where he and the new Aquilifer had engaged the deranged cartoon character.

"I just got bitch slapped by Shaggy." Icon said to himself, shocked by the raw power of his opponent. "I might not have to hold back after all." Icon hovered there for another moment before a slight smirk crossed his face, and then he rocketed back into the fray.

The Aquilifer turned and watched Icon sail away, crashing through the top of the city's landmark skyscraper and out of sight, before looking back at his foe.

"Like, he made me use 12% of my power, man." The animated figure uttered, glaring at the Golden Rod wielding hero.

"Zoinks..." Dennis uttered, backing up.

"You know, that's like, my line, man." Shaggy powered up and punched the concrete, which sent rippling bitumen tearing through towards the Aquilifer.

"I should've gone with 'Jinkies'..." He said, taking to the sky out of self-preservation. "I don't suppose there's any buying you off with a Scooby Snack..?"

Shaggy pulled a broken chunk of cement from the ground and hurled it at the hovering hero.

"Yeah... didn't think so." He replied, ducking away.

"Gramps, I think we have a problem here." He fired a few blasts from the Golden Rod whilst talking into his radio comm-link.

"What's the situation, over?" The old man's voice replied.

"Did you ever see that old cartoon, Scooby Doo? Err-- Over?" A fire hydrant soared over his shoulder, as he managed to just slip out of the way.

"Yes, what's the issue? Over."

"Well, I seem to be fighting a guy who's taken on that meme form of the character Shaggy..." I light pole swung past his head, which he barely ducked in time.

"Shaggy? His scared, scrawny beatnik friend? How's he causing you any problems? Over."

"Yeah, I don't think you get the idea of what a meme is... Also, he just smacked Icon over the horizon, so... Maybe he's sick of old men calling him a scared, scrawny beatnik? Anyway, I'm asking for a reason... umm over." More chunks of cement whistled past, as he quickly brought up a shield construct to deflect most of the chunks, many of which embedded themselves so deeply in his construct they came to a stop inches short of his face.

"Roger. Go ahead. Over."

"Well, you've fought a lot of people over the last... I dunno... Eighty years..." Dennis was starting to get short of breath.

"Ninety. But go on. Over."

"Fair enough. Ninety years. In that time... you've probably fought a fair share who considerably overpowered you. So I guess my question is this... Have you got any specific tips for 'Not dying'. Because, I've got to be honest. I'd really rather not have... 'bitch-slapped by Scooby Doo's hungry friend' on my headstone." He was driven back against a building by a thrown car, which pushed the Aquilifer and his construct shield right against the wall.

"You're supposed to say, 'Over'."

Dennis looked up at the figure who glowered and glowed over him with power.

"Yeah... I don't think I'm going to get to be the one who says this is over... As Shaggy wound up with a radiating fist.

As Icon raced back toward the animated figure who had previously knocked him halfway across the city, he saw that this "Shaggy" was now looming over The Aquilifer with a fist cocked and ready to unload on the new hero. However, before the strange attacker could land his blow, Icon put himself between the cartoon villain and the other hero. Icon found himself in a rare position. For most of his life, Icon had to hold back. No matter what he was doing, who he was fighting, if he allowed himself to cut loose, someone would be killed. It was something that weighed heavily on his mind every time that he engaged a threat.

However, this "being" was unimaginably powerful, and as hard as it was for him to believe, Icon knew that against this enemy, he didn't have to hold back.

So he unleashed on the animated figure, hitting him with a volley of earth shattering punches, each of which seemed as if it could have caved in a mountainside. However, much to Icon's surprise, the attack failed to put the figure down. As he landed each punch, "Shaggy" seemed mostly unaffected, at most the volley knocked him back a step or two. Undeterred by Icon's assault, "Shaggy" swung wildly with a roundhouse right, however, Icon ducked and the punch sailed harmlessly over his head as he followed up with an uppercut that finally knocked the cartoon hippy off of his feet.

Dennis followed Icon’s lead and pushed the advantage keeping the animated figure off his feet by flinging him higher into the air with the Golden Rod. The pair gave pursuit, with Icon throwing heavy combinations designed to knock him higher and higher, and the Aquilifer pushing him onward with the occasional blast whenever a brief window of opportunity presented itself.

With the Aquilifer on his tail, Icon forced the animated hippy higher and higher into the air, hammering the powerful figure with blow after blow, knocking higher with each successive impact. Finally, having enough, Icon grabbed the figure around the waist and accelerated upward with "Shaggy" locked in his grip. The strange being struggled to free himself, however, the higher they went, the weaker the figure seemed to grow. Realizing that this was no time to let up, Icon pushed harder, accelerating the ascent towards the upper reaches of the atmosphere.

Soon, the animated foe stopped struggling altogether, and just lay there, slumped against Icon's shoulder. When Icon looked to his foe, he saw that the motionless being no longer resembled the beloved, mystery solving stoner, but instead looked to be a creature made entirely of television static. The strange being had no face, nor discernible features to speak of. It was truly bizarre, and one of the strangest things that the hero had ever seen. Once he was sure that the strange being was no longer a threat, Icon began the long descent back down to the earth.

As he approached the ground with the incapacitated foe, Icon saw the Aquilifer, as well as a number of black armored vehicles arriving on the scene. It was a vaguely familiar sight, but one that he hadn't seen since before the Hounds of Humanity had taken out the head of S.T.R.I.K.E. Could it be possible that the shadowy government agency had been reorganized and is now again operating?

Despite his uncertainty about what was unfolding below him, Icon continued on the downward trek, touching down next to the Aquilifer. The pair stood together as they were surrounded by the black SUV's. Icon looked to the Aquilifer questioningly, and saw that the other hero knew about as much about the new arrivals as Icon did. However, before Icon said a word, there was movement from the car closest to them as the passenger door opened and someone stepped out. The man who had emerged from the vehicle stood about six feet tall with graying hair and a clearly fake mustache, and he projected an air of as he strode toward the pair of heroes.

"Icon." He said, nodding as he approached them. "The new Aquilifer, I presume." He continued as he looked straight past them and at the prone body of the unconscious trouble maker. "Good work gentlemen, but we'll take it from here."

The Aquilifer couldn’t help but stare at the man’s fake mustache. He squinted. It was so clearly fake, he almost couldn’t believe that it was a fake at all. What could possibly be the purpose of such a transparent disguise. The man just returned eye contact and smiled back. He took another step closer and turned his head slightly, still staring at the hairy lip. The man responded by tilting his head in the same fashion. Icon broke up the awkward silence.

"I wasn't aware that S.T.R.I.K.E. was up and running again. Welcome back." Icon said.

"Oh, we're not S.T.R.I.K.E. son. They died with Anderson." The man said, never taking his eyes off of the strange being made of static.

"Then who...who are you?" Icon said, unable to mask his confusion, which prompted a smile from the man before him.

"Oh, don't go worrying about that. But if you really want to know, let's just say that we're from the Department of Fish and Game." The man said, seemingly taking a bit of amusement at the heroes' confusion. "Alright boys, bag and tag him, we've got places to be." He called out to the other agents who had descended on the scene as he walked back to his vehicle with a certain bounce to his step.

“No part of today has made any sense at all. So I guess why should this be any different?” The Aquilifer said to Icon.

"You're not kidding." Icon said as he watched the man who seemed to be in charge of "Fish and Game" return to his vehicle as his men rounded up the strange being who had, just moments ago taken the form of Shaggy from the Scooby-Doo cartoons. "Just another day in Lost Haven." He remarked. Icon then lifted off of the ground. Before taking off toward the skies, he stopped, and turned to regard the other hero.

"You handled yourself well today." Icon told him. "Listen, we're putting something together. A team. We could use someone like you, if you're interested."

“Take it!” Dennis heard in his ear, he could hear a clatter in the background through his earpiece, as if his grandfather had got up too fast and knocked things over in the process. “You’ll need help going forward. Support which I might not stay in good enough shape to provide! Take him up on his offer!” The old man came through, excitedly.

“You didn’t say ‘Over.'" Dennis lightly teased, trying to whisper to his grandfather, but he could tell from the change in Icon’s expression that he’d overheard him. No surprise, he could hear a single voice calling for help across the state. Hell, maybe across several states.

“Quit screwing around!”

“Sorry, I meant to say ‘That sounds great.’” The newest Aquilifer said.

“The way things have been going lately, getting organized makes perfect sense to me. All for one and one for all and all of that.”

He held out his hand and Icon took it. With his other hand held aloft and a slight amount of focus, Dennis made the Golden Rod glow as if to accentuate the momentous agreement.

He smiled. “Sorry. I’m showing off. Stayed up three nights trying to learn how to make the thing glow like that… Seemed like the moment called for some panache.”

"Right." Icon said as he looked at the glowing rod. "Welcome to the team. We'll be in touch." Icon said before rocketing away into the sky, and out of view.
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Character you have created:
Aberdeen Betsy Cross
Alias:
The Grifter, LSD, Fantasy.

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Approved.
Stuff should either be up or worked on tomorrow. I have a few things in the pipeline
Too the almighty powers that be! I have been invited to join up, however, I want to make sure the character idea I have is kosher. To whom shall I tell my secrets?


you can always PM myself, Hound55, or Dedonus if you wanted to clear anything before posting your CS


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Location:An unknown building, somewhere in Crown Ridge, Maine
Time: 8:05pm

A day after the call was made to ‘get his shit together’ from Dullahan, Anhur had returned to the place of operations in Crown Ridge. Fortunately for him, Dullahan, Sobek and Montu had left the area for some dealings elsewhere in the New England area. From what he heard, they went to check on some of the operations occurring in Boston. Besides Sekhmet, who was ordered to help him to find Kayla, the skull-faced man was in charge of what was happening in Lost Haven and Crown Ridge. Bringing Dirk and a few of the Penose with him, he sat in the office that his boss normally resided and worked on his operations.

“Have the shipments of our anti-hero upgrades been delivered to all warehouses in Lost Haven and Crown Ridge,” he asked, concentrating on the conversation that was to some quartermaster in the main dockland warehouse their shipments were coming in. His face contorted into a frown as the man on the other end of the line spoke. “And why haven’t all the deliveries been sent out?” More voices on the end of the line. “I don’t care what delays and damages had occurred during shipment, the techs at each facility know the ins and outs of them. They should be the ones to deal with the damages. Now if those shipments don’t get delivered by tomorrow evening, I will personally be in your grill. And you will not like the end result.”

Hanging up immediately after sending his message, the Dutchman Dirk walked into the office. Anhur looked at him, his expression giving a clear ‘and what do you want?’ message to him.

“Goedenavond, meneer. Someone has arrived at our facilities about 15 minutes ago. They say they are here for a scheduled meeting at 8pm.”

A sigh escaped the skull-faced man’s lips. Yet another thing that Dullahan has arranged that I didn’t know about, he thought. He reached over to a bottle of tequila that he brought with him and poured it into a tumbler. Once done, he takes a sip of it. His golden eyes look at the Dutchman.

“Alright… Send them in…” he responded, motioning with the hand holding the tumbler to the door to let in the person for the meeting.

Alison Sparks had followed the GPS coordinates that Midas had sent to her phone, which brought her to a nondescript building in an area of Crown Ridge which she would rather not visit. Though, to be fair, she hated spending any time in Lost Haven’s “Ugly Little Sister,” as some had been known to call the troubled city. This particular section of Crown Ridge was renowned for its troubled history with street violence. So much so that the vastly inept and corrupt Crown Ridge police force had mostly given up on trying to reign it in.

Upon pulling up to the building where this meeting should take place, she was immediately met by two men who were both clearly armed. One of the men, who she had met once before during a similar meet up which MIdas had set up, greeted her with a smile. Though she didn’t know his name, she remembered him simply as “The Dutchman.”

“Ah! Hallo Mevrouw.” He said as he leaned in her window. “Uh, hoe kan ik u helpen?” He asked. “How can I help you?” He repeated in English, almost as if it just dawned on him that he was in Crown Ridge, and most people weren’t familiar with his native tongue.

“Ik heb een vergadering 8 urr met Dullahan.” She explained that she had an 8:00 o’clock meeting with his boss. She saw his eyes flash with delight as she spoke to him in Dutch.

“I spent a couple of summers in The Netherlands.” She said with a smirk while stepping out of the car.

“Ah...Deze kant op.” He said, motioning for her to follow him inside.

The Dutchman led her through the dark hallways of the building until they came to a doorway which looked to lead into an office of some sort. He put his hands up, indicating that she should there while he went in to announce her arrival. Moments later, The Dutchman returned and beckoned her to enter the office.

Moments before his guest entered the office for the meeting, Anhur’s phone buzzed. With nothing else to do moments before his guest entered, the skull-faced man flicked the phone open to see what was causing it. A message from Sobek? he thought, seeing a familiar name on the flip phone. Opening the message, there were only 6 words in the text:

Expect a man at the meeting.

Almost immediately upon entering, Ms Sparks felt strange. It was as if her knees were slightly weak, and she had the urge to sit down. However, the feeling was a passing one, and as she approached the man in the chair, she felt like herself. When she saw the skull-faced man before her, a slight frown crossed her face.

“You’re not Dullahan.” She said as she regarded the man.

Looking up from the phone, the skull-faced man looked at the woman who entered the room.
With the unnatural timing of the text message, he can safely assume that the person who was to be at the meeting ended up sending one of his lackeys. And Anhur had to admit, a fucking hot one too. His eyes were fixed on the woman as she expressed her disappointment that Dullahan was not there. In his mind, he was recalling a few bits of information about a woman such as herself travelling Lost Haven to do various businesses. It didn’t take him long to realize who he was supposed to meet and who he was meeting right now.

“How very observant of you,” Anhur started, stretching his arms out in a ‘Christ the Redeemer’ pose in the chair. His tumbler of tequila remained in his left hand as he welcomed his quest.

“Yes, our mutual friend, my boss, has surprisingly gone off on an urgent matter to another state. However,” he paused, lowering his arms as he leaned towards the desk. “He has told me to hold the fort here while he was on those matters. I am the one in charge of the dealings that happen in Lost Haven and Crown Ridge, but you may call me Anhur.”

“But more to the point, seems that we are being representatives to our bosses. Myself with Dullahan not being in the state…” He pauses as he smirked, taking a sip of tequila as his menacing golden eyes bore into the woman. “... And you being the dog of Richard Midas.”

“But first… to business. Take a seat and let’s talk about what you came here for…” The skull-faced man offers with his free hand a chair as he leaned back and rested both of his feet onto the right corner of the desk closest to him.

“Right.” Ms Sparks said as she took a seat across from this skull faced man. “I wasn’t aware that I wouldn’t be talking to the man himself.” She looked down at the desk between herself and the crime boss’ lieutenant, before looking up at the man with a slight smirk etched on her face.

“Which means that we can speak a bit more freely.” She said as she reached for her bag which sat at her feet. She placed it on the desk and produced a manilla folder and placed it on the desk, before returning the bag to its place.

Anhur watched with predatory eyes at the woman, who he figured as Ms Allison Sparks, as she took a seat. He was giving clear indications that he was looking over her as she moved and sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk. His golden eyes flickered towards hers as she spoke. He smiles as she suggests being able to speak more freely between the pair of them.

“That is something we can both agree on,” he replied, watching as she reached into her bag. Likewise, he reached into the desk and pulled out another tumbler. “I sure hope you enjoy tequila, Ms Sparks.” He grabbed the unlabelled bottle of tequila and poured it out into the new tumbler. Once finished, the skull-faced man recapped the bottle and slid the tumbler towards her. “This particular batch came all the way from my native Mexico.”

“I think your boss will find that satisfactory, but by all means, look it over to make sure that we aren’t forgetting anything.”

Anhur’s eyes moved slowly from Ms Spark’s to the manila folder, gathering another glimpse of her frame before returning to business. He takes a sip of his tequila before reaching for the folder. Setting his tumbler down, he opens the folder and begins reading the contents. As he reads, one could swear that when looking at his eyes that the gold in his eyes began to swirl in opposite directions to each other at different speeds. An illusion? It was something that only he and the higher up members of The Eye knew. In one section of the folder, he pauses as if he was rereading a section. A scowl of annoyance formed on his face as he takes his eyes off of the report and looked back at her. A nearby Dirk visibly shuffles with unease to the point of him leaving the room, closing the door silently.

“From what I understand from this,” Anhur started, his tone eerily calm as he spoke. “One of the special items that were to be transferred to us is to be delayed after an attack on the truck?”

“Unfortunately, that is correct.” Ms Sparks said as she took the tumbler of tequila and sucked down the contents in a single gulp. “There was an attack on the transport, which ‘fortunately’ was thwarted by the flying boy scout. But rest assured, there is a Daybreak prototype earmarked for delivery once the heat has passed. Dullahan can expect delivery, as promised, by the end of the week.”

“I see…”

Anhur removes his feet from the top of the desk as he gets up from the chair. He slowly begins to walk around the desk, picking up the bottle of tequila as he walks. While he had his tumbler in his hand, he downs the rest of his tequila in a similar fashion to Ms Sparks. If there’s one thing that gets to him, it was a woman who knows how to handle her drink. He comes to a stop seemingly close to the woman, beginning to lean onto the desk with his hip. His eyes focused on her as he poured himself another glass.

“I suppose that the next time a delivery is made,” He started, finishing pouring his glass. With his eyes unmoved from her, he begins pouring more tequila into her tumbler. “I could lend a few of our… personal defences to help guard the truck from any unexpected guests. Does that sound like a nice exchange?”

Ms Sparks took the newly refilled tumbler and drank the contents again in a single shot, then placed the empty tumbler back down on the table beside Anhur.

“I suppose that would be agreeable. Though, perhaps unnecessary. I assure you that Midas International’s security forces are more than capable of fending off any attacks. The only thing that that big blue pain in the ass did was keep us from killing the idiots who tried to steal Daybreak. But I’m sure your men would be more than a welcome addition for the next transport.” She finished as she looked from the skull-faced man to the bottle that he still clutched in his hand.

“That too is understandable. Just thought about keeping the security tight for Daybreak, especially as it would be a tragedy if something were to happen to it.”

As he looked to possibly pour himself yet another thing of tequila into his tumbler, the skull-faced man noticed her gaze turned from his to the bottle of tequila. Then, a thought came to his mind. As if anticipating what she was about to ask, he slowly moved the hand with the bottle closer to her.

“You see… That is what I like in a woman,” Anhur said, chuckling as he stopped his hand. “I will admit that any woman that can hold her drink is someone worth paying attention to.” Then, an idea came to his mind. “How about this…”

Getting back up from the chair, he walked back to the right side of the desk and opened the cabinet that was underneath. Reaching with one hand, he grabs another two bottles of the unmarked tequila and sets it down on the desktop.

“I have a funny feeling that with the deal that our two organizations are making, I think there are some certain things that Dullahan wants to speak to Midas about in regards to our goals. And as this meeting has no particular end time that I am aware of, I say we share a couple bottles of tequila and talk further business. Who knows, maybe we could have a little fun. Like you said, I’m sure we can speak more freely with our bosses not being around.”

Ms Sparks sat back in her chair, then looked down at the floor as a smirk crossed her face as she looked back up to the skull faced man.

Predictable. Sparks thought to herself as she locked onto his golden eyes.She was used to men assuming that she was an easy mark simply because she was easy on the eyes. However, she also learned a long time ago how to use those assumptions to her advantage.

“I think…” She started, “I think that sounds like a fantastic idea.” She said with a smile as she indicated for him to pour her another drink.



“You've got to be fucking kidding me.” Alison Sparks said to herself as she processed the information staring back at her from her computer screen. When she had agreed to help Racheli look into her father's death, she figured that it would be an open and shut case. Michael Garth was dead an buried, simple as that. And to most people who might be looking, it would appear that this was the case. However, when one has the resources that being Richard Midas' right hand affords you, the ability to look a bit deeper can be quite illuminating. According to the records, Michael Garth was pronounced dead by a local medical examiner named James MacGrath shortly after being executed on Death Row. MacGrath also conducted the autopsy and then shipped the body to the Parker Funeral Home in Hood River Oregon, where Michael's body was cremated.

There was only one problem with the official record of events. Neither a medical examiner named James MacGrath or a Parker Funeral Home exist, or existed in the entire state of Oregon. Then, there was the fact that someone who looked exactly like him was caught on a security camera in a Price Chopper in Saint Johnsbury, Vermont shortly before the Hounds of Humanity attacks as well as the fact that Racheli had received a birthday card from someone claiming to be her father, and the fact that the writing on the card was a perfect match for Michael Garth. When adding up all the evidence Alison came to one conclusion:

Either Racheli's father was alive, or someone was doing their damnedest to make it look like he was.

Ms Sparks inserted a USB drive into the computer and began copying the files on Racheli's father onto it. As the data was being copied to the drive, Alison felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the woman. Someone was playing fast and loose with Racheli's life, and Sparks knew first hand how agonizing that could be.

“Oh Rach, I'm so sorry.” Sparks said aloud as the data was being copied to the drive. However, she didn't have time to dwell on her thoughts, as her phone began to ring just as the data finished copying.
Sparks looked at the phone and saw that the call was coming from a familiar number.

“Hey Boss, what's up?” Sparks said as she answered the phone.

“Good evening Ms Sparks, I have something for you.” Richard Midas' voice said from the other end of the line. “I need you to go into Crown Ridge tonight to meet our friend at his base of operations. We have much to discuss, and I want my best person on it.”

“I understand.” Sparks said coolly. “What time?”

“8 o'clock. Don't be late.” Midas warned her.

“I'll be there.” Sparks said, her praying that her voice didn't give any hint of the trepidation she was feeling. “I just have one stop to make, then I'll head right over.”

“Good, Midas said. Again, this is a sensitive meeting, don't do anything to embarrass me.” Midas said, his voice even, but a none so subtle reminder that he hasn't forgiven her for allowing Racheli to join up with the heroes during the battle of Sherman Square. “I'll be keeping an 'Eye' on you.”


— ALIAS —
Genesis
— SPEECH COLOR —
ff99cc
— CHARACTER ALIGNMENT —
Hero
— IDENTITY —
Secret.


P E R S O N A L I T Y


A young woman with spunk and energy in every step she takes, "Athena" is a go-lucky and cheerful individual who thrives on interaction and living in the moment. At first glance, one would think her nothing more than a young woman who should be living the dream in a university of her choosing. She's polite, friendly, and warm-hearted to those she meets. Often, she tries her best to include those she encounters in the conversation or make them feel welcomed, depending on the situation.
She's compassionate, loyal, kind, and very comforting to her friends. She's willing to go the extra mile for them, no matter how far that mile is, and she's stubborn enough to go for it. And with that, she's adventurous and is willing to do all sorts of things with her friends: whether it's sports, games, video games, or traveling. Even without them, Athena tends to forge her path so that she may explore and better understand the world around her in the way of gaining knowledge and experience.
With such energy, she pours herself into her dancing and singing, and whenever she's able, her focus in bettering her knowledge in medicine. She's passionate about the field and is often very excitable because of it. Due to her friendly demeanor, she makes quick friends with people regardless of their differences. And because of her natural curiosity with the world and how it works, she is genuinely interested in the conversations she makes with people. This part of her made her popular with her fans and said the number of them only continues to grow.
However, with such friendly mannerisms, it may appear to many that she's naive, and this can cause certain people to be somewhat judgmental. She is loyal to a near-fault once her trust is earned, and is willing to fight for those she deems her friends. She values sincerity and truthfulness and in turn, often likes speaking the truth as frequently as possible.
Despite her age, she's cautious in her words and is eloquent. With her sunny disposition, it's hard to imagine her that she has any troubles of her own when she acts and seems relatively carefree. She's a little guarded of herself and doesn't tend to share too much of herself. (To a point.) While she'll be open about her experiences and relatable topics when the situation calls for it, she tends to withdraw when it comes to talking about her past. This trait tends to lead to her bottling a lot of her emotions in until she explodes or finally has a mental breakdown.

UNIFORM:
She wears a hoodie (of varying colors of black and grey) with a recognizable pair of wings on her back and a matching baseball cap to help cover her eyes regardless of the time of day. Coupled with a matching face mask that covers her mouth with a slight voice-altering mechanic. Underneath the sweater/hoodie itself, she wears durable pants and boots to help her traverse without worrying for wear and tear.


O R I G I N


Athena was born very fortunate, with an innate desire for both knowledge and wonder. Coming from a family of wealth on her father's side, she had no limitations of what she wanted to do with her life. Her father was one of the board members of a large company well known for the import and exports of goods, among a variety of other odd successful business ventures. Under the CEO, the company known as Reid Industries was the company he served.
Her mother was from an old family line known for their herbal remedies and medicines, giving Athena the knowledge she has today. While her mother's business was very successful—starting from the late 1800s to the present day—the company never went beyond several chains in a few cities. It was only when her mother met her father that they decided to expand the business and try to sell the herbal remedies into other countries.
Athena grew up with an older brother under very lax care, her parents distant as they focused on their companies and giving her to caretakers to care for her. Her parents' ventures into business left Athena with the freedom to explore all avenues of her interests from ballet to music to martial arts to academic studies. No matter what Athena did, however, her parents never really looked at their daughter or her accomplishments. Their primary focus was on her older brother, nicknamed Ares, who was set to take after her father. Though she knew that her parents loved and genuinely cared for her, her grandparents and her older brother were the ones that eventually started to care for her. Though, she did bond with her mother whenever she had the chance. When her mother brought her to visit her grandparents' herb shop, they talked about herbs and medicinal plants. It was through their mutual love of the plants that they genuinely bonded.
Over time, her grandparents were grooming her to be the one to one day lead their small company. But, Athena wanted more in life and discovered her near insatiable hunger for knowledge. That need for knowledge was quenched by her brother when he began to study for school earnestly. Through that, they both shared an interest in academia and what the world has to offer.
Eventually, when Athena turned fifteen, on a whim, decided to audition for a part in a girls' pop group. To her surprise, she was selected and joined a K-Pop idol group. On top of that, her parents approved of it and let her join. By doing so, they hoped that the experience would better educate her on what life had to offer her. Athena had never been busier or happier in her life. In a strange turn of events, Athena was finding her place in life as an idol while balancing her family and personal desire to learn.
When she turned sixteen, however, this started to go downhill. While on a trip with her grandparents into the country for some R&R, she got into a car accident. It should've killed her. Instead, it left her in a coma for a week. Her grandmother became paralyzed and was in critical care while her grandfather took the brunt of the damage and had died. The doctor explained to both her parents and her brother that Athena had technically, for all intents and purposes, died. During her coma, she was a "vegetable" that showed little to no response aside from the beating of her heart. But then, at the end of the week, she woke up as though nothing had happened.
However, to Athena, things had changed from that day forward.
Thanks to her brush with death, her family became overprotective and worrisome about both her and her grandmother. After mourning the death of her grandfather, she was given numerous get well letters and presents from her fans wishing her well. It was through this that Athena decided to continue her work through other means when her manager suggested she try acting.
By the time she reached eighteen, Athena had become an accomplished teenage actress with one successful and top-rated movie under her belt and another in the works. However, due to recent events of her recent movie, the movie was put on hold to recover from it. And now, the paparazzi was dying to find out the reasons behind the delay in filming. Athena's manager decided to send her to Lost Haven to recover and hopefully help her hide from the world of Hollywood...

HERO TYPE:
Mystic / Energy.

POWER LEVEL:
Street Level (Presently). Eventually: Cosmic

P O W E R S


✦ Understanding Qi and Qigong / Life Energies - From a young age, Athena was taught and understood quickly that there's a life force that drives people and everything is made up of them. Because of this, she understands everything is connected and uses this knowledge to help with those she helps heal.
★ Intellectual Ability - She's born with the mental capacity for absorbing information. She's good at the memory and learning that this lends to her capable of conversing on intelligent subjects. With this capacity of memory, she's able to learn several languages on top of everything.
✦ Animate Objects - Temporarily, Athena is able to animate non-magical objects no bigger than, roughly, her size. Anything bigger, she struggles and loses her ability to do so over long periods and can exhaust her. However, the smaller she animates things, the easier it is for her to manipulate. At the current moment, she can animate three medium dog-sized objects and double that number the smaller the object. The length at which she can manipulate the objects depends on her levels of exhaustion and mental fortitude.
★ Cellular Manipulation - When she touches someone, she's able to see the life energies of their bodies, and in turn, their body cells and can manipulate them for proper regeneration of their bodies. It leaves no scarring when she does this, and the body feels as though it has renewed its lifecycle. Think 3D printing organs, and that's what Athena does. By taking the cells of other parts of the body, she duplicates them by harnessing the energy and power around her. Then, she changes their basic cell structure to become the organ she needs them to become.
✦ Energy and Life Manipulation - The core of her abilities and powers—Athena is skilled in manipulating life and being what life is. After her meeting with death, she's able to harness and use the energy around herself to her benefit. However, she was only allowed to use it in healing and helping the creatures and people around her. If there's anything like a soul, she can see them and perhaps, even "understand" them without actually talking to them.
★ Regeneration - With the awakening of her abilities, Athena has obtained the ability to rapidly regenerate. However, this will slow, depending on her focus. If she focuses on another to help heal them, then her recovery will slow down to compensate. Alternatively, if she hasn't properly taken care of herself, her regeneration will also slow down to preserve energy. However, regardless of her exhaustion, she will never be pushed to the brink of death by whatever means, be it poison, severe injuries, etc.


A T T R I B U T E S


HEIGHT: 5'5" / 165 cm.
WEIGHT: 110 lbs. / 49 kg.
AGE: 18
ETHNICITY: Chinese
STRENGTH LEVEL: Normal Human.
SPEED/REACTION TIMING LEVEL: Slightly above human but subpar in comparison to most others.
ENDURANCE AT MAXIMUM EFFORT: Normal Human.
AGILITY: 5x due to her practices in dancing and experiences with martial arts.
INTELLIGENCE: Genius.
FIGHTING SKILL: Untrained.
RESOURCES: Large.


W E A K N E S S E S


★ Being Human - She's only human and generally has all the weaknesses that a human ought to have.
✦ Magic / Combat - Just because she's adept at the healing capabilities that she's gained, doesn't mean she knows how to defend herself against the other powers of the mystic arts. Though she's capable of defending herself to a point, she's not the sort of user that's capable of defending against the elements or against people who excel in combative situations.
★ Paparazzi - Athena is famous all over the world as a renowned singer, dancer, and actress with a huge following over ten million fans. Because of this, she's often worried about her public image and tries to keep to a certain personality type of cheeriness and friendliness.
✦ Mental & Physical Duress - Her abilities directly correlate to the wellness and health of her mind and body. As she's aging, her body is continuously changing and will continue to change her limitations. This leaves Athena in dangerous territory as she has yet to discover the limitations of her healing abilities.


S U P P O R T I N G C H A R A C T E R S


✦ Ares Lin - Athena's older brother of three years. He's currently going to university studying business and biology. Athena was brilliant in terms of academia and people; her brother was the same. Capable of multitasking between his two majors and of succeeding in school, he hopes to one day surpass their father. Despite how busy he is, Ares is always consistently shown an overprotective nature over his little sister and deeply cares for her welfare.
★ Mei Lee - Athena's manager. She handles all of Athena's work and performances throughout her career. She's the one that scouted Athena and has been with her since the beginning. A woman of short stature and a comely appearance has a surprising fiery temper. It makes Mei a woman not to be messed with when it comes to Athena and her faith in her and her work.
✦ Jayden Kim - Her bodyguard that's surprisingly not someone that's able to be noticed from the get-go. He has stylized black hair with near handsome-ish Asian features that's pleasant to look at, but not enough for him to overtly ogle. His age is about his late thirties. He views Athena like a sister he never had, and he's watched over her since she started her career as an idol and actress.


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