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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

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"... Stay safe."

Jen

Normally those two words were a generic farewell that offered some welcome variance to the sea of shapeless 'see ya's, but given what had preceded it, Harmony couldn't help but feel that it was more of a warning. It made sense, there was something weird going on here. Harmony had heard of people disappearing all the time, she'd even met people one day that had vanished the next. Sometimes they showed up face down in the river a few days later, sometimes they were never seen again, but somebody else always missed them. There was always a reason for that, they stuck their nose where it didn't belong, they saw something they shouldn't have seen, they talked too much. There was no reason for Eleanor to have disappeared, and none that Harmony or her crumbling web of contacts had been able to dig up.

The conversation had continued apace, and Harmony struggled to catch up as people started to pair off. For a moment she considered going along with the nurse, Charlie, before she caught herself. The main reason she had managed this long sober was because she had avoided temptation. She had stolen drugs from a doctor's office before, testing her will seemed like a recipe for disaster.

Other people had joined the conversation, at least one of which she would have bet half her sobriety was a cop. She'd worked with enough of them to be able to almost smell them, not to mention spent some time in the back of their cars and in their cells. Harmony had been a good lawyer, and she'd spent most of her career opposite the boys in blue. As such a healthy distrust for them had been bred into her. One to watch.

She turned to the last one to speak, not wanting to be the last one left without something to do. "Spoilt brats never do know how to keep a zip on it. Mind if I tag along?"

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

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Quintin

When Quintin finally dragged itself reluctantly into view it looked about how Harmony felt. One by one old tired buildings appeared as the sun burnt off the mist. She paused as she reached the sign that somehow managed to say 'Welcome to Quintin' with a distinctly unwelcoming tone.

Harmony had been walking most of the night, since the man who had given her a ride most of the way had decided he was entitled to some payment that she wasn't willing to give. The worst part of it was that she knew if it had been a year ago, she wouldn't have had the wherewithal to refuse. Her fingers found their way to the chip hanging from a cord at her throat. It had come free of her t-shirt at some point during the long walk.

She'd had the chip, a 9 month sober chip, for only three weeks, yet already the surface felt worn and familiar. It meant something, where so many things hadn't. Not that it mattered. The woman who had taken her to her first meeting hadn't existed. Was her second chance some sort of huge cosmic joke?

Looking at the town her investigations had lead her to, Harmony didn't find it very funny.

Quintin looked about as welcoming from inside as it had from outside. Harmony received several dirty looks, though to give them credit where it was due, she didn't exactly look like someone you would welcome to your small town. More like someone that would drink the one local bar dry, break into the pharmacy and hightail it into the night in someone else's car.

She briefly entertain the idea of finding the town's bar, just for one drink, which was precisely why she shut that train of thought down. One drink would arrive in half a dozen glasses.

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The Webb Family Coffee House

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It was a relief when she finally found the small coffee shop, the all-conquering advance of Starbucks seemed to have given Quintin a miss, and slunk up to the counter. She was exhausted, so the only coffee she could think of was the black tarry kind. It was exactly what she got, and she sipped on it gratefully, even though the heat singed her lips and the bitter taste did the same to her taste buds. It woke her up though.

It didn't take long to find the person she was looking for. Jennifer Caspin was distinctive enough, and the rest of the eclective group wore a look that screamed 'I'm not from around here'. It was tempting to just watch the group from afar, but Harmony was here to find out what the fuck was going on, and nobody ever found that out by hiding in the background.

Feeling a little more like her old self, she joined the group, pulling out a chair near the head of the table with the scrape of wood on wood, and sitting as heavily as her skinny frame would allow her to.

She had arrived just in time for the introductions it seemed. Not that they helped, if anything they just made the whole thing sound more fucked up. Harmony's Eleanor had definitely not had kids, and she had been much older than seventeen.

"No. Don't shut up. We're all here because we met someone that it seems doesn't exist right? It's fucking weird and we're all used to it being fucking weird and having no one believe us. This is the one place we can actually talk about it and not have people look at us like we've sprouted extra heads." Harmony glanced around at the locals, several of whom were indeed looking at the group as though they were horrifying creatures that should be killed with fire.

"OK, at least some people that won't."

Harmony took a deep breath. "My Eleanor was a doctor, she saved my life, helped me get straight." She fished the sober chip on it's cord from the front of her t-shirt. "I nearly died, I got another chance. Thought I was just experiencing a really long trip when I woke up and she'd ceased to exist."

She fell quiet for a moment, "Also I'm Harmony. Nice to meet you all... I guess..."

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Harmony Webb

Harmony Webb

"How many of us get a chance to start over?"

_______________________________________________ Harmony Cressida Webb She/Her | 30 | Ethnicity | 5'7 | 120lbs _______________________________________________ Redemption _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Just because I don't do it anymore doesn't mean I can't do it." ___________________________________ [+] Office Politics ⫻ Harmony always had a knack for spotting the unspoken alliances, the fallings out, and just where to push to get an advnatage. She's still got it, even if she doesn't work in an office any more. Law ⫻ Harmony was actually an excellent criminal defence lawyer before she became addicted to illicit substances. She may no longer be licensed to practice, but that doesn't make her understanding of it any lesser.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Not exactly my best." Harmony has that slightly gangly look of a teen just grown into her height, except she's looked that way for the last decade and a half. She has the kind of figure that could easily be called graceful, except she has precisely zero ounces of grace in her entire body. The fact that she stands taller than most women doesn't help, and her height only seems to enhance the awkwardness with which she holds herself, and the slenderness of her body. Not that you would notice anything about Harmony's body, as first you would have to notice Harmony herself. Harmony may be unusually tall for a woman, but like many tall women, she does everything she can to reduce the attention she receives, poor posture and a bowed head are the name of the game when it comes to Harmony, and not because she spends too much time glued to instagram, although that hasn't helped. As for the rest? Harmony usually looks pale, almost sickly, and the cause of that are the many scars on her arms. Some small and neat, others larger and more ragged, as things got harder. Strangely, despite all of the other indications of her long-term drug use, Harmony has surprisingly clear skin. As is the tendancy of those trying to hide who they are, harmony trends towards baggy clothing, t-shirts, combats, sweatpants, they all find a place somewhere in her wardrobe. She has a taste for fashion, and anyone that shares it would be able to tell that there has been some attempt to co-ordinate an outfit, but it wars with her shame and guilt.

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"Used to be a bitch, still kind of a bitch but I'm trying harder now."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Harmony knows what her parent's expected, but she's not so sure what she expects of herself. Not now anyway. Really she's just trying to put her life back together, and all of that starts with the person that stopped it from ending.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ No matter how much you want to, you can't blame others for your fucked up life. Harmony is the person behind her own mistakes, nobody else. She has to own them, and do her best to redeem herself. Her life used to be about herself, about getting ahead no matter what the cost. She has a lot of making up to do.

SECRETS ⫻ Most people assumed that Harmony's overdose was an accident, in fact it was a deliberate suicide attempt.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Harmony is bisexual.

FEARS ⫻ That there really is no redemption. Harmony is afraid that no matter what she does, she will really never be able to come back from the rock bottom she hit. She was given a second chance at life, and she is terrified that she won't be good enough to deserve it.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Eleanor Black was Harmony's neighbour, an ER doctor who arrived home to see Harmony's apartment door open and found Eleanor unconscious with an empty needle beside her.

FLAWS ⫻ Slow to trust. Harmony worked her way up in the cut throat world of criminal law, defending, in some cases, some of the worst examples of humanity. On top of that she's done some pretty shitty stuff herself, so she knows just how selfish people can be.

Prone to addiction. First it was alcohol, then painkillers, then even worse substances. Harmony has to keep a tight hold of her tendencies for fear of falling back into the same old patterns.

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"Pretty sure I saw this one on Netflix..."

Harmony grew up in your average white-collar suburban american family. Two point five kids (actually three) white picket fence and a dog. Harmony's parents were hardly wealthy, but they were well-off enough to make sure that their kids got extra tutoring when they needed it and she managed to achieve highly enough that she earned a generous scholarship to Stanford Law.

She did well in Law School, hardly the top of her class, but with a solid enough record of attainment that she was taken on as a first year associate in a small law firm in LA. She proved to be better in the field than in academia, and swiftly earned a name for herself. Law firms are cut throat places and Harmony, it turned out, was excellent at the office politics game. Harmony was rapidly proving herself to be one of the best associates in the firms history when she was injured by one of her own clients.

The man snapped in the long wait for the Jury to return, attacking Harmony in the interview room. The guard managed to get in there to stop him, but by that point she had already endured a fractured skull and severe internal damage.

Though Harmony survived, she was prescribed powerful painkillers, and before long, developed a dependency on them. She managed with that addiction for a while, but it wasn't long before her work started going down hill, eventually someone senior realised what was happening and Harmony was fired to protect the firm.

It wasn't such a great step down from there to more powerful drugs to bury the pain of her failure. Things got worse, and struggling to find work, Harmony found her funds taking a rapid dip. Promising her parents that there would be a turn around, she borrowed money. She borrowed money from her siblings. Yet all of it disappeared into the black hole of her habit.

Realising how far she had fallen, Harmony made a decision to take herself out of her family's life, and the lives of those around her. Deciding to go out on a high, she blew the last of her money on the best heroin she could afford, and planned her death.

She woke up in a hospital bed with her neighbour, Eleanor Black asleep in the chair beside her. They had been neighbours, but beyond the occasional pleasantries had hardly said a word to each other. Yet Eleanor had saved her life. She'd done something totally selfless. Eleanor helped Harmony get home, sponsored her to an addicts support group, everything a best friend might do. Harmony couldn't believe how generous her otherwise anonymous neighbour had been.

Then one day she was simply gone. The new resident in the apartment claimed to have lived there for years, none of the group she attended every week remembered her. She had just ceased to exist. Driven to the edge of distraction by the apparent fact that she had somehow imagined the person who had saved her life, she started questioning everything about her new lease on life.

Then in her search for answers she found that she wasn't the only person who had met Eleanor Black...

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"Guess I'm the designated driver now..."

As a recovering addict, Harmony no longer partakes in any alcohol or drugs of any kind, legal or not. She is worried that it might just be the first step back onto the slippey slope.

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Harmony Webb

Harmony Webb

"How many of us get a chance to start over?"

_______________________________________________ Harmony Cressida Webb She/Her | 30 | Ethnicity | 5'7 | 120lbs _______________________________________________ Redemption _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Just because I don't do it anymore doesn't mean I can't do it." ___________________________________ [+] Office Politics ⫻ Harmony always had a knack for spotting the unspoken alliances, the fallings out, and just where to push to get an advnatage. She's still got it, even if she doesn't work in an office any more. Law ⫻ Harmony was actually an excellent criminal defence lawyer before she became addicted to illicit substances. She may no longer be licensed to practice, but that doesn't make her understanding of it any lesser.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Not exactly my best." Harmony has that slightly gangly look of a teen just grown into her height, except she's looked that way for the last decade and a half. She has the kind of figure that could easily be called graceful, except she has precisely zero ounces of grace in her entire body. The fact that she stands taller than most women doesn't help, and her height only seems to enhance the awkwardness with which she holds herself, and the slenderness of her body. Not that you would notice anything about Harmony's body, as first you would have to notice Harmony herself. Harmony may be unusually tall for a woman, but like many tall women, she does everything she can to reduce the attention she receives, poor posture and a bowed head are the name of the game when it comes to Harmony, and not because she spends too much time glued to instagram, although that hasn't helped. As for the rest? Harmony usually looks pale, almost sickly, and the cause of that are the many scars on her arms. Some small and neat, others larger and more ragged, as things got harder. Strangely, despite all of the other indications of her long-term drug use, Harmony has surprisingly clear skin. As is the tendancy of those trying to hide who they are, harmony trends towards baggy clothing, t-shirts, combats, sweatpants, they all find a place somewhere in her wardrobe. She has a taste for fashion, and anyone that shares it would be able to tell that there has been some attempt to co-ordinate an outfit, but it wars with her shame and guilt.

<sub>Psychology

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"Used to be a bitch, still kind of a bitch but I'm trying harder now."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Harmony knows what her parent's expected, but she's not so sure what she expects of herself. Not now anyway. Really she's just trying to put her life back together, and all of that starts with the person that stopped it from ending.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ No matter how much you want to, you can't blame others for your fucked up life. Harmony is the person behind her own mistakes, nobody else. She has to own them, and do her best to redeem herself. Her life used to be about herself, about getting ahead no matter what the cost. She has a lot of making up to do.

SECRETS ⫻ Most people assumed that Harmony's overdose was an accident, in fact it was a deliberate suicide attempt.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Harmony is bisexual.

FEARS ⫻ That there really is no redemption. Harmony is afraid that no matter what she does, she will really never be able to come back from the rock bottom she hit. She was given a second chance at life, and she is terrified that she won't be good enough to deserve it.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Eleanor Black was Harmony's neighbour, an ER doctor who arrived home to see Harmony's apartment door open and found Eleanor unconscious with an empty needle beside her.

FLAWS ⫻ Slow to trust. Harmony worked her way up in the cut throat world of criminal law, defending, in some cases, some of the worst examples of humanity. On top of that she's done some pretty shitty stuff herself, so she knows just how selfish people can be.

Prone to addiction. First it was alcohol, then painkillers, then even worse substances. Harmony has to keep a tight hold of her tendencies for fear of falling back into the same old patterns.

<sub>Backstory

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"Pretty sure I saw this one on Netflix..."

Harmony grew up in your average white-collar suburban american family. Two point five kids (actually three) white picket fence and a dog. Harmony's parents were hardly wealthy, but they were well-off enough to make sure that their kids got extra tutoring when they needed it and she managed to achieve highly enough that she earned a generous scholarship to Stanford Law.

She did well in Law School, hardly the top of her class, but with a solid enough record of attainment that she was taken on as a first year associate in a small law firm in LA. She proved to be better in the field than in academia, and swiftly earned a name for herself. Law firms are cut throat places and Harmony, it turned out, was excellent at the office politics game. Harmony was rapidly proving herself to be one of the best associates in the firms history when she was injured by one of her own clients.

The man snapped in the long wait for the Jury to return, attacking Harmony in the interview room. The guard managed to get in there to stop him, but by that point she had already endured a fractured skull and severe internal damage.

Though Harmony survived, she was prescribed powerful painkillers, and before long, developed a dependency on them. She managed with that addiction for a while, but it wasn't long before her work started going down hill, eventually someone senior realised what was happening and Harmony was fired to protect the firm.

It wasn't such a great step down from there to more powerful drugs to bury the pain of her failure. Things got worse, and struggling to find work, Harmony found her funds taking a rapid dip. Promising her parents that there would be a turn around, she borrowed money. She borrowed money from her siblings. Yet all of it disappeared into the black hole of her habit.

Realising how far she had fallen, Harmony made a decision to take herself out of her family's life, and the lives of those around her. Deciding to go out on a high, she blew the last of her money on the best heroin she could afford, and planned her death.

She woke up in a hospital bed with her neighbour, Eleanor Black asleep in the chair beside her. They had been neighbours, but beyond the occasional pleasantries had hardly said a word to each other. Yet Eleanor had saved her life. She'd done something totally selfless. Eleanor helped Harmony get home, sponsored her to an addicts support group, everything a best friend might do. Harmony couldn't believe how generous her otherwise anonymous neighbour had been.

Then one day she was simply gone. The new resident in the apartment claimed to have lived there for years, none of the group she attended every week remembered her. She had just ceased to exist. Driven to the edge of distraction by the apparent fact that she had somehow imagined the person who had saved her life, she started questioning everything about her new lease on life.

Then in her search for answers she found that she wasn't the only person who had met Eleanor Black...

<sub>Paranormal-Abilities

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"Guess I'm the designated driver now..."

As a recovering addict, Harmony no longer partakes in any alcohol or drugs of any kind, legal or not. She is worried that it might just be the first step back onto the slippey slope.

The Borehole - A Superhuman Prison Break RP

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Black Fall: The Stargazer Project (Private/Invite Only)

Felicity 'Flick' Cavier

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Eyes closed, head first, can't lose."	Flick Cavier ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ═══B A S I C O V E R V I E W═══ NAME: Felicity Cavier | NICKNAMES: Flick, Saturn | AGE: 22 | ETHNICITY: Caucasian/Asian | PRONOUNS: She/Her | HEIGHT: 5'8 | WEIGHT: 140lbs | ....................................................................................................

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Physical Evaluation

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"I'd rather be in the gym than in front of a mirror."
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▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Hardly a typical 22-year-old woman, Flick Cavier can almost be described as cutting an imposing figure. Unable to keep still, she fidgets almost incessantly, whether it be bouncing her foot to the beat of a tune only she can hear, to peeling the leather off the seats in the back of someone else's car. Tomboyish, she looks like she went through that particular teenage girl phase and hasn't quite grown out of it yet.

At five foot eight Flick is relatively tall for a young woman, and her surprisingly muscular shoulders, biceps and altogether fit form don't help the image. Her hair is cut relatively short, from habit and laziness rather than preference, although she usually takes the time to style it in the morning.

Flick will be the first to admit that she is a gym rat, and her impressive physique is testimony to that. Lean and toned, there is clearly not a spare ounce of fat on her frame. With abs that would make a sculptor weep she is the wet dream of any and every PR manager seeking to promote a gym wear brand.

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"I'm an asshole, I say it how it is, and to be honest, I could probably think about those things before they come out of my mouth."
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▼ PERSONALITY:

A cheerfully self-described asshole, Flick takes everything in her stride. Outwardly outgoing and friendly, she greets new people with a smile and a grin. Though not the most academic of individuals, she has a quick wit and certainly makes up for her lack of study skills with what might even be called street smarts. Usually.

Instructors have noted that Flick is cocky and even sometimes reckless, preferring to throw herself into a situation and then thinking about it later. This has gotten her into just as much trouble as it has gotten her out of, if not more. It extends to most aspects of her life, and she is prone to impulsive decisions, whether it be buying clothes, drinking too much or starting fights.

Raised in a single parent household, Flick has a complicated relationship with authority. Between wanting to impress and struggling to respect it, she can be a difficult individual for superiors to deal with. She has deep seated abandonment issues, and a tendency to hold just a little too tight and be a little too eager to please those she cares about.

▼ SKILLS/TALENTS:

Flick is more than just a pretty face, and her physique is not simply due to good genetics. She has a good understanding of nutrition and exercise, with a little more training she could probably have a good shot at being a personal trainer. Her success is shown through her own appearance, and through that of a few friends that have accepted her offers of help, though they find her a stern taskmaster.

THeir engagement in fitness and sport, as well as her natural aggression, has also lead to Flick thriving in the self-defence classes offered at the Academy. Her instructors put her forward to more advanced self-defence classes in which her skills prospered. As such, she is a more than competent hand to hand fighter, with experience in a number of martial arts.

If it's not clear enough from her physique, Flick is generally athletic, displaying a knack for sports and most physical diversions. She has naturally good balance and co-ordination to take to sport easily, and enough experience in a wide variety to pick virtually any up with surprising ease.

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"Boohoo, everyone's got their own sad story, mine isn't any different."
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▼ BACKSTORY:

Flick's father left when she was seven, old enough to know him, and young enough for it to have a deep emotional effect that far belied the apparently small action. He's never been a particularly present father, so she hadn't known him well, and his leaving was more a matter of him stopping visiting entirely. Her mother raised her alone.

Though clearly athletically gifted, Flick was in many other ways challenging, none more so than when her abilities manifested. It occurred unusually early on, only shortly after her father failed to appear for her birthday, and then for anything else ever again. Manifesting at any time can be a frightening occasion for the individual in question, but Flick was only seven, and suddenly hearing people say things without moving their lips, sometimes cruel and hurtful things. Naturally this was discovered in the playground, when Flick knocked three teeth out of another child's head and burnt two others for saying something about her missing father.

FAMA immediately registered her, though beyond that no formal action was taken, her young age being seen as enough of a justification to leave her and her mother be, albeit with a stern warning and several pamphlets about raising a young metahuman.

Unfortunately it made things very difficult for the two person family, and Flick was treated alternately with hate and fear. One of only a handful of deltas in her small town, Flick found other ways to pass the time. She'd always been athletic, and once she was old enough to attend, it was easy enough to extend that talent to the gym. Instead of hanging out with friends she spent her time researching nutrition online, instead of spending time at the mall, she spent it on the treadmill or lifting weights. It was lonely, but it was a life. Unfortunately, the gym would prove not to be a a safe haven for too much longer. The clientele were not particularly happy with the town's most public deltahuman training in their gym, and began a concerted effort to push her out, which she resisted. It wasn't until she finally lost her temper that she was banned from the gym after chopping a weight bench and three treadmills in half.

One ride home in a squad car, police report and FAMA visit later and she was packed off to Academy 002. Not many in the small town missed her, and despite the fact that her mother still lives there, Flick isn't thrilled about the idea of going back there now that she has graduated.

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"Doesn't seem to matter where I am… I'm always the heavy hitter."
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▼ CLASSIFICATION:

Type-Red

▼ POWER INFORMATION:

Flick possesses the ability to generate seven hard light rings about herself, interlocking and shifting at different rates and speeds. As they do it is possible to gain glimpses of Flick through the interlocking rings, but this becomes harder and harder as they move faster and glow brighter. With all seven rings active they form a forcefield that is near-impervious to mundane approaches and many metahuman energies, they can shield Flick from a car, bullets, pretty much anything short of an anti-tank round. These rings can apparently pass through the ground that Flick is walking on and any objects she chooses to pick up, but will prevent the ingress of threats.

Then there is the other aspect of her power. Flick can release each energy ring, one at a time, to devastating effect. Released from Flick's orbit, the rings gain energy, heat and velocity near instantly, changing from a forcefield into a powerful energy attack that can cut through steel.

▼ LIMITS:

Seven rings and that's it. Once they are gone it takes Flick sometime to generate them again, and she cannot generate them while part way through her store, she must generate from scratch, and doing so takes her a few moments of concentration. Without the rings she has no other defences. Using a ring removes it from her store of energy until she can rebuild the entire store. Similarly, attacks of sufficient power can simply destroy a ring. Losing a ring in this way has a more detrimental effect on Flick than if she had used it as an attack or dismissed it herself.

▼ WEAKNESSES:

The protective effect of Flick's rings becomes reduced with each ring she loses. While losing or using one or two rings would have little effect on the efficacy of her protection, losing four or more starts to leave gaps in the interlocking and spinning shield, gaps which can be penetrated by any form of attack.

Flick's ability also does nothing to protect her from mental or other non-physical attacks, for example the effects of gas, though the spinning of the rings can effect a slight breeze.

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"I'm just a girl, looking for a boy… who doesn't mind that I can bench press him."
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Just a lil' section to throw anything here that doesn't fit into the other sections.

Black Fall: Academy 003 (Discord Hosted Superhuman School!)

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Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

Cesar feels hands make contact as he sits against the door frame, still blinking the stars from his eyes. Fortunately they don't attempt to go for his throat, and he realises who they belong to as the well-educated French voice gives away their owner. Esme doesn't even finish his sentence before he pushes past and away from Cesar. Not that Cesar is totally ungrateful for the sudden peace that he is granted.

He rubs at his eyes again, now seeing stars, but at least able to make out the shape of the room and the dim light coming from the window. Once his vision is more completely returned he crawls forward towards the prone form of Nakala. She's unconscious and Cesar can't blame her, her hair is no longer on fire, but he pats at the few smouldering sections of hair that seemed to have survived the blaze.

Her skin is raw and red from the fire, most of it looks like might just be first degree, but there are some sections where the heat was clearly fiercer. Looking around, he spots the bottles of water in the corner. Thankful for the stockpiling that has already gone on, he starts opening as many bottles as he can, once he has about a dozen he begins pouring them gently on the worst wounds. It's not as good as say, a shower would be, but he's doubtful of his ability to carry the Amazonian woman without help, she's several inches taller than he is, and a lot of those inches are definite muscle.

Swinging his bag around to his side, he starts hunting through it for something anti-bacterial and some sterile dressings. Finally finding what he needed at the bottom, he sets about properly cleaning the burns as carefully as possible. There was a good chance that the treatment will end up waking Nakala, so he sets some painkillers on the ground beside him. Though he hopes she doesn't wake up, he's not sure of the chances of her not attempting to kill him when she realises the pain he's inflicting on her. "Please don't kill me."