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Yeah, I wrote most of that in my character sheet... Could I write about her first night out instead?
Obviously, one of them will have to go by his alias instead.
Hmm. Telepathy!

I completed my character sheet, by the way.
Devon blinked in annoyance at the man who he assumed was the innkeeper. He was far too loud; put a sword in his hand and light armour on him and he could have been any of the men Devon'd had to fight alongside during the war. And he was obviously drunk too. How many people stopped by here, if he could afford to do that?

The innkeeper walked off just as a midget clambered up onto the stool. He'd seen people move faster than that undersized man did, but not very many. Clearly alcohol lit a fire under his belly; figuratively of course.

""Ehm...excuse me, Sir Dwarf, but do you have a chair better suited for my unsuitable height? Hey, where did you go?"

Devon looked around. There weren't any higher chairs as far as he could see, the tip box might have let the midget reach the counter but it would be harder for him to get down...

No, sometimes the best solution was the simplest one.

He strode forward and picked up the midget by his collar, moving to plop him down on the counter so the bar chair was slightly behind him– but what if the midget lost his grip on the chair while trying to climb down in a drunken haze?

Offering assistance would probably help. "Let me know if you need help getting down later, alright?"
Full Name: Rachel Banks
Age: 21
Alias: Wisp

Appearance: Rachel is of average height (around 5'5") with a hard muscular build that she hides or downplays by wearing wooly sweaters and skirts which cover her knees. She has long black hair which falls loose halfway below her shoulders, dark green eyes and a slight tan. Her face is fairly well-proportioned and she has fine features, but she never wears make-up beyond a thin application of lip gloss.

Alias Appearance: As Wisp, her black hair is done up in a braid and she wears a grey domino mask, a black long-sleeved top, dark brown cargo pants and black boots. Her taser and knife are holstered in a belt at her hips, with an expandable baton in her right pocket. In contrast to her civilian appearance, she uses lipstick, giving her lips a vivid red colour. Due to her powers, this is the only detail that remains somewhat consistent in rumours of her.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Rachel is extremely intelligent and highly driven, but only when it comes to her vigilante activities. In every other area of her life she is content to do the bare minimum to get by (pay her rent and bills, keep her job and so on). She also has a rather flippant attitude towards most things, though she covers that up with an air-headed demeanour in her civilian identity and relentless sarcasm in her vigilante persona. While she despises most criminals, she has a notable hatred of those who hurt children in any way.

How you got your super Powers: Rachel was raised by a single mother after her father walked out on the family when she was two years old. Her mother went through a succession of boyfriends who were varying degrees of deadbeat or abusive until she met someone different when Rachel was six. He was loving towards her, doted on Rachel and had a stable job with a six-figure salary, though he never told her what he worked as. Her mother was smitten and they got married after two months. At his insistence, they moved into his penthouse apartment and Rachel transferred to a prestigious private school nearby. Life had become far better than she could have ever imagined, up till she turned fourteen. Her parents began to argue more often, and her mother confided to Rachel that she was certain he was having an affair. Three weeks later, they divorced and her stepfather gained custody. It was only then that he told her why: he'd been in love with her all along and wanted her for himself. He also had strong connections to one of the most powerful crime families in New York. Her powers surfaced one night six months later as she lay in bed, and she used them extensively on herself to remain sane.

Around the same time, her stepfather began to forget things. It started out small, simply misplacing his wallet and keys more often than usual, but gradually escalated to the point where he lost entire days. Eventually she realised that they only happened after they'd touched in some way and tried removing his memories of the crime family he was connected to. It worked, and he ended up in a psychiatric hospital. She was old enough to move out and rent an apartment by then, and in a fit of rage at herself she deleted every memory of his abuse. Her anger remained, though, resulting in her decision to do what the justice system obviously could not: punish criminals. That was three years ago.

Super Powers: Complete control over her own mind and mental state, memory editing (momentary touch: thoughts temporarily scrambled, ten seconds: minor changes to a recent memory, thirty seconds: edits to memories earlier the same day, over ten minutes: major edits to memories from the past month, thirty minutes: wholesale memory editing.)

Weakness: She cannot create memories out of whole cloth (both for herself and others); memories added must be based on pre-existing ones. She cannot use her power to restore her own memories after she has deleted them (connections must be rebuilt normally).

Character Flaws: Completely unwilling to think about her past, distrustful of others, dislikes silence and unexpected physical contact.

Weapons: Expandable baton, Bowie knife, taser.
Home city: Empire City
Stance on crime: Eye for an eye
Something everyone can react to. Hope no one minds.
"Salamanders?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. He'd heard something about new arrivals today too, but for once something that girl said actually rang a bell: ninth grade English, reading about firemen who burned books... He smiled at the thought. "That remains to be seen, doesn't it?" He followed her as she walked to the fence, where a bus was pulling up. That had given him an idea. Hadn't his mother taught him to welcome guests?

The flames leapt off his fingertips and coalesced, growing larger by the second while he tried to remember what those creatures looked like. Eventually he settled on a picture he'd seen once in an encyclopaedia. The fire-salamander, nearly a metre long now, scurried through the fence.

A brief glance to his right and he remembered. Jack was photophobic, wasn't he? Oh well. Anyone approaching from that direction would have to settle for a slightly worse view.

Twin streams of blue and orange fire erupted in midair, entwining to spell out simply, "Welcome to Smile Asylum!" At the same time, the fire-salamander exploded into several dozen smaller ones, each of them speeding towards a different person getting off the bus. Some were at the limit of his range, dissipating a couple of feet away from them or as soon as he averted his eyes. Others were closer, and those could go within an inch of their skin before dying out. He didn't send any in Jack's direction. Anyone there would have to be left out too.

The words hung in the air for a moment longer, then twisted and dissolved. Sebastian watched the new patients intently, wondering what they'd thought of it.
I'm game to interact too.
Sebastian sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed. An orange flame, about the size of a ping-pong ball, hung in the centre of the room. A second later, it split in two.

The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.

Another split. In his mind's eye, two pinpricks of light pinched off from the two points of light, creating four points in total.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. The flames divided again.

He restoreth my soul. The fires turned blue. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. They split yet again, and grew bigger–

A jovial whistling reached his ears. Rose, though whether it was actually him or one of his duplicates he wasn't sure. They weren't solid, so if Rose was carrying something it was a good bet that that was him in the flesh. He wondered if they would pass through the floor. Rose had never tried that; at least, he'd never seen it before.

Rose reached his door, greeting him cheerily. Sebastian nodded in reply, glancing at his feet as an afterthought. If that was a duplicate, it was too close to the ground to tell if it was floating. He returned to his meditations, doubling the flames one more time and getting them to burn white for a few seconds. A year ago they would have winked out as soon as he was interrupted. A reward from God to a faithful servant, he was sure.

He dialled down the temperature of the flames and began shaping them. His meditation was between him and God; this was for himself alone. Seraphs and pheonixes formed first, before giving way to other things. Rose, splitting in half much like the flames in his contemplative ritual. An old rambling castle with several towers, surrounded by a lake. Unbidden, a memory intruded into his thoughts, and the fires molded themselves in response. Three figures, surrounding a fourth-

Sebastian dismissed the flames with a thought. He needed some fresh air.

He walked out of his cell and down the hallway, passing a tunelessly whistling girl in a frilly dress. Kat or RNG, something along those lines. She said something, but he'd stopped paying attention to what she said a long time ago. She never seemed to, anyway.

The sky was overcast when he stepped outside. Too dark for his comfort. He summoned a small flame at each of his fingertips and began walking around.
I'll probably post in a few hours.
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