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The Girl with Demon Hair

I shall post again tomorrow :)

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Jack

The gun jerked in her hand, suddenly fighting to be free of her grip. Not that she was going to allow herself to be disarmed quite so easily. It was times like this when enhanced strength and military training came in handy. Jack tightened her grip on the gun, only to find that the force attempting to separate them was a great deal heavier than she was. She was pulled off her feet only moments before the force ceased, and she rolled as she hit the ground once more, standing in time for a bullet to flatten itself against her shoulder, and a second to spark off the wall beside her.

She grinned behind the mask as Anonymous reappeared from nowhere, his knife spearing towards the man’s throat. Then it was stopped, the harsh clash of metal on metal resounding down the corridor, her grin vanished, and she narrowed her eyes. A second person had appeared, presumably another hero, and this one was carrying a sword. She rolled her eyes.

“Really? Why can’t you just leave us to get on with our business? It would be much simpler for everyone that way.”

Seeing Anonymous making another attack, she squeezed the trigger and fired a spray of bullets towards the metal manipulating man, not caring particularly where they went, but knowing they were far enough away from her own companion that they would pose him little to no threat. Using the distraction of his attack and her own barrage of fire to pull the grenade from her vest and flick the pin out with her thumb.

“Take care.”

She waved sardonically and tossed it down the corridor, it clicked and clinked as it bounced off the floor, she vanished round the corner before she had time to see it go off.

All in a Day's Work: A Superhero RP

Alexander

The smell of coffee filled the small kitchen; it was well appointed, and actually rather large considering its position sixteen floors up. Alexander finished stirring the coffee, he favoured it strong, black, and without sugar. There was no point in diluting the finer things in life as far as he was concerned, or in diluting anything at all frankly.

It was a nice apartment, in a wealthy area of town. There had been a uniformed man at the desk, complete with golden buttons and old fashioned hat. There had been marble in the lobby, and the apartment he was in now was spacious, well furnished, and had an impressive view from the bedroom, not that his mind had been on the sights out of the window.

He’d arrived in town last night in an expensive car that wasn’t his, and strolled into an exclusive club to find some company for the night. It hadn’t taken long, he was attractive, and he knew it, and he had the air of danger about him that drew thrill-seeking women like a moth to a flame. The girl in the bedroom was one such woman. This was her apartment. The doorman hadn’t looked entirely surprised as they’d gone past arm in arm, and he had judged that this wasn’t the first time she had brought a total stranger back. Unfortunately, it would be the last.

“Come back to bed Alexander.”

He grabbed the cup, just the one, and padded back towards the bedroom.

“Sure.”

On his way, he slid the knife from the kitchen side and held it, ready, behind his back.

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NPC Hero

Name: Gregory Mathers, Orbit

Age: 41

Gender: Male

Appearance: Orbit is solidly built, he’s not tall, but he’s broad across the shoulders with a solidity to him that demonstrates the strength in his form. He wears no cape, and wears a heavy suit, with armour plates covering vital points, in a white with a sky blue band that crosses from one shoulder to the opposite hip and continues on his back.

Personality: He’s not unintelligent, and he prefers to go into a fight knowing what his enemy is capable of and likely to attempt. Perhaps not the same obsessive analysis that his one-time ‘apprentice’ has adopted, but enough that the two can be tied together in terms of fighting principle, at least at the most basic level. He’s quite a calm hero, and few things shake him, leaving him still able to make cocky remarks in the most dire of situations.

Skills: He’s a leader, always has been, even from the time when he was first starting out as a solo hero to his position now as the head of the IFJ in Chicago.
He has an ability to rely on, and fall back, and he is exceedingly skilled at using it, however, he is also aware that it is not useful in every situation and is an accomplished fighter, though not exactly a martial artist, his techniques are slightly more basic and brutal.

Abilities: Orbit has the ability to generate a localised gravity field about himself, this will pull objects and potentially even people into it simulating an effect not unlike the moon circumnavigating the earth. He can ramp it up high enough to stop bullets and even with careful aim launch objects at opponents, including large vehicles if he ramps it up high enough.

Equipment: Other than his suit and the means to communicate with his team, Orbit rarely carries extra equipment.

Brief Backstory: Gregory Mathers had never really thought about being a super hero, he knew they existed, who didn’t in this day and age? But unlike those who dreamed of having abilities and saving people, he wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t that he was a bad person, he was just realistic. He was an academic, sure he kept in shape, but he was no doctor, he wasn’t going to save lives. So he donated to charities, he worked in a homeless shelter once a week, and he generally carried on with his life.

And then forty-five innocent people were murdered in front of him. That does things to people, and to Gregory? Well it allowed him to fire chunks of concrete wildly at the man responsible. It was a trigger event for his ability, a gift that had lain dormant in him until the right circumstances appeared. The villain in question, long since imprisoned, wasn’t expecting the sudden assault of pavement and was swiftly knocked unconscious. The IFJ arrived in time to see it happen, and assisted Gregory in establishing a hero identity. He could have turned it down, but now that he had the power to stop maniacs like this? Well, it was almost like he didn’t have a choice.

Fast forward a few years and he ran into a young girl, disguised by a cheap plastic mask, and with her arm being used as a chew toy by one of Chicago’s more feral drug dealing villains. The man had abilities, but hardly significant ones, and it appeared that the girl had tried to take him on. Orbit dispatched him swiftly and deposited the girl at hospital, returning a few days later when she was conscious to discover that she would continue to go out and endanger herself unless he agreed to train her.

He refused, only to discover her in a not dissimilar situation months later. Faced with either training her, or her death on his conscious, he reluctantly took up the mantle of her mentor, fashioned her a suit, and trained her as a hero. Though he was later criticised for his actions, he was successful enough, and Recall was successful enough that eventually that recognition translated into a place as a lead member of the IFJ.

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Alice awoke with a start. There had been a ping, she looked up blearily to see that the seatbelt sign had flicked on above her head. Arching her back in her seat, she stretched as best she could, then folded her laptop. She had been studying since they’d taken off, or had intended to. Obviously she had fallen asleep at some point during the flight. She packed the compact computer back into it’s bag, before fastening her seat belt once more over her lap.

It was one of the perks of being a member of the IFJ, transport tended to be easily dealt with, for high priority transport there was usually a teleporter available to transport you across the globe in an eyeblink, for less vital operations there was a not insignificant fund in place to make sure you could travel in relative privacy. Or as close to it as the airline offered. True, other people could see her, but in the slightly angled first-class seat, no-one could see her computer screen without sitting on her lap, and it was set to lock if it registered her eye movements had halted. It was a fairly simple security system, but on top of that the laptop was encrypted, GPS chipped, and required a facial and retinal scan simply to turn on, if she fell asleep with it on her lap it was unlikely to fall into the wrong hands.

The plane set down a little less than fifteen minutes after the captain’s announcement, and she stood with the rest of the passengers, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She was almost completely clothed, the only bare skin being her face and neck, the hoodie was zipped up, and her hands and fingers were covered by expensive looking gloves, about the only expensive looking things she was wearing. When you were resigned to living most of your life wearing gloves, it helped to shell out for ones that wouldn’t prove too awkward.

She stepped off the plane and rubbed her eyes. Greenfield didn’t seem to be an important place. It was no centre of occult power, no space where the world rubbed thin between realities, and yet all of her research had been pointing here for months, worse than that, some of the most powerful and infamous villains in the world had come here already, it had to mean something, but all her simulations, all her calculations, all her analysis had yielded her nothing. It made her feel useless, powerless. It was worse that she had little in the way of abilities that really helped in a fight, sure she could memorise the entirety of a martial arts system in the time it took to pluck the information from its masters head, but all the things that made someone a good fighter, the instinctual reactions, the muscle memory, that she had to learn again. And that was only so much use when your opponent was so strong they could throw a tank without breaking a sweat.

And she’d survived, she’d survived, and she’d prospered, she might not be among the most powerful of the IFJ, but she knew for a fact she was the most hard-working, what else did she have?

All in a Day's Work: A Superhero RP interest check and signups

Is it bothering you in terms of magic etc? If thats the case I can simply put in something about not being able to use it or something? Or maybe brief contact only allows her access to the memories for a short amount of time?

Also in terms of muscle memory (martial arts etc.) She still needs to train, though how to do it is there she isn't perfect right off, though I didn't really explain that, I shall amend it.

Amended, its in the second paragraph of abilities, if that was the issue of course, if its something else I can always affect that?

The Girl with Demon Hair

It's going to be incredibly awkward if Ignia does in fact have Demon blood or has been touched by one in some way

All in a Day's Work: A Superhero RP

Nosferatu? (although he is technically Dracula you could always propose that he was in fact a different Vampire)

Also:

IC!!!!

Also:

I posted my hero Vita :)

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Name: Alice Pitch, Recall

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: Alice is small and slight, she isn’t physically intimidating in the slightest. She keeps herself in shape though, and her toned form is evidence enough of that. She wears her dark hair long, but restricts it to a pony tail when in costume, keeping it out of the way. Her costume is a white cat-suit, with blue thigh-high boots, and blue gloves, though these can be removed swiftly if required. She always wears gloves in civilian clothing, afraid of accidentally using her powers and learning things she doesn’t wish to. She masks her face with a simple domino mask, held in place with spirit gum.

Personality: Alice believes she can save everyone, and if she hasn’t then she’s doing something wrong. She’s very hard on herself, and obsessive in her mission to save the world. She won’t listen to the idea that something might be too hard, and it has pushed her close to the edge on more than one occasion. The advantage means she trains non-stop, and spends most of the rest of her time studying her opponents, aided by her own abilities. It’s exceedingly unhealthy, she might be in peak human condition, but unless there’s a villain in action, she rarely leaves her apartment or the dojo. As such, she has almost no social life, sure she talks to other heroes, but she has no friends in her civilian life.

Skills: Aided by her abilities, Alice is an expert in a wide variety of martial arts, she also has a wide knowledge of first aid and basic medical procedures, she has expanded these, but rarely has the opportunity to use anything more advanced, not being a qualified doctor. She is adept at analysing an opponent’s fighting style, and uses this to her advantage in combat situations.

Abilities: Recall has a perfect memory, not pretty good, not eidetic, perfect. She remembers everything in perfect detail, the colour of your shoes, the shadows beneath your eyes, the hair slightly out of place on your forehead, all of it is stored away for later use. In addition to this, she has advanced computational abilities, being able to perceive and process information at a greater rate than normal humans.

That is all nothing compared to her final ability. Recall can read memories from people’s minds. Not from a distance, she needs physical contact, but once that is achieved she can draw memories and experiences from another’s mind, allowing her to acquire skills and knowledge at a rapid rate. This is uncomfortable for the ‘donor’, but not necessarily dangerous. She has used this to rapidly expand her fighting skills, though to her chagrin this was by no means instant. She knew how to perform the moves, but to do so easily, to do so effectively still takes just as much practice as it does for any other martial artist, she just doesn't need someone demonstrating it to her first.

She can also use this ability to wipe the memories from people’s minds, or place others there. This requires a great deal more concentration, and it helps if the victim is willing. Primarily she does this selectively, and only when requested to, removing traumatic experiences from the minds of those who cannot deal with them. She could even in theory completely remove all memory and all experience from someone’s mind and replace them with another set, or simply leave them a vegetable, although she has never tried this, and likely never will. It would also require a great deal of concentration and focus, and would be nigh impossible to achieve in combat or a stressful situation (with permission of the player/GM). She cannot alter her own memory, and she has no idea if eventually she will run out of room, and what might happen to her if that is the case.

Equipment: In her apartment Alice has a not insignificant array of computers, each one worth thousands of dollars, and all dedicated to collecting and collating information on any threats to peace and justice. When she is not at home she usually takes her laptop with her, complete with a live satellite uplink to her apartment so she can access everything even when she’s on an assignment for the IFJ.

Other than that, she’ll only rarely carry equipment when she goes out in costume, and that is only what her analysis of the opponent has told her will be necessary.

Brief Backstory: Alice has not had a pleasant life, but it is because of this perhaps, that she has an obsessive need to make everything right in the world. Bullied in school, she had little to fall back on, her mother dead and her father in a wheelchair, and she was a loner even before the advent of her abilities. She found an escape from the pain, and was committed to a psychiatric unit when it was discovered she was self-harming, but to an extent that may well have caused irreparable damage.

It’s hard to track how exactly she fell from this painful, pathetic life into becoming a respected hero and one of the youngest members of the IFJ. Her abilities manifested when she was thirteen, and before long she was released from the unit, allowed back into normal society, no longer a danger to herself, or so it appeared. Instead she had replaced one outlet with another, and she became a vigilante. Patrolling the streets of Greenfield. It didn’t work, she was still just a girl, and in her first attempt to fight crime was left with a broken arm. Things would have been worse if a nearby hero hadn’t taken notice and stepped in, only managing to make her promise to stay out of trouble if he trained her to be a hero.

That hero did so, and introduced her to the IFJ at the tender age of sixteen. Though Orbit came under severe criticism for his actions, those heroes who actually met and spoke to Recall soon came to sympathise with him.

All in a Day's Work: A Superhero RP

Working on a hero right now :)