Character name: Myka Karev (Mika Williams)
Superhero name: Black Titan or simply Titan.
Appearance: Myka is of Russian decent, her skin is rather light with little to no blemishes appearing on her. She keeps her dark hair cut short and is known for dying parts of it various colors, depending on how she feels. Her outfits tend to lean more towards a greyscale color scheme with the occasional deep purples and reds, she makes sure to stay away from orange, pink and yellow. Standing only five seven and weighing no more than one hundred and five pounds Myka appears small to most but does not let this psyche her out.
Niche: Brawler, Tactician.
Power Source: The Marium Sphere, Bestowed Powers.
Powers:
The Marium Sphere is an ancient and most likely otherworldly item that was given to a long lost relative in Myka's family. At first glance, one would mistake the Marium sphere for a golf ball-sized golden sphere engraved with an ancient language or symbols. In truth the sphere is a portable massive power source that seems to generate a pure form of limitless energy. When the Sphere made contact with Myka, it activated itself bestowing upon her a more perfected physical form and formerly unknown knowledge that allowed her to manipulate the Sphere into a weapon. This weapon became known to Myka as the Hands of Atlas.
The Hands of Atlas started as a simply power pack that attached to the back firmly and with little intrusion, able to hide under clothing. Myka then was able to use her advanced knowledge of technology to fashion two black skeletal arms that would collapse in on themselves and fold into the backpack for storage. Myka can easily activate both arms with her mind and utilizes her mind as the main operating system but can also go into a manual style where the arms will mimic the motions of her actual arms. The Hands of Atlas increase Myka's strength to well above inhuman levels, they can emit an energy-based blast and can form pure energy shields extending from the forearms.
- Above Average Intelligence (When it comes to the use and abilities of the Marium Sphere, although she does show advanced understanding of some technology.)
- Peak Physical Condition (The Sphere has enhanced all her physical attributes to an Olympic level.)
- Superhuman Durability (In order to properly wield the weapons, the Sphere has made Myka's body much more resilient to damage.)
- Rapid Regeneration (The Sphere holds the ability to increase healing within Myka's body, however this is an ability she must activate herself and isn't constantly active. Forcing her to need uninterrupted time to heal.)
- Superhuman Stamina (Using the Sphere as a backup reserve of energy, Myka's body can literally metabolize the pure energy into energy for her body to fuel itself with.)
Defining moment: The murder of her mother and father, former Crimeboss of the Karev family, at the Bratva's hands forcing her to go into hiding.
As a little girl, growing up in Volgograd, Russia was not a fun time for young Myka. Only able to label a single family member, her mother, who managed to raise the girl in a rather small apartment by herself yet never seeming to go off to work. If Myka had questioned the existence of her father, her mother would simply shush her and explain she wasn't allowed to know. If asked, Myka was to tell others she never met her father and had no clue what his name was. Although not an awful time, the sheer loneliness paid a toll on the young girl who started showing signs of rebellion at age twelve. Under pressure from her mother, Myka's father was forced to introduce himself into Myka's life believing her rebellious attitude to be derived from a lack of a father. However this seemed to only agitate the situation even more having grown Myka into a spiteful young lady towards her father, who was a man that enjoyed ruling things with an iron fist. He regularly would physically abuse Myka over her behavior and more than once did the two get tangled into brawls when the girl was no older than fifteen with Myka obviously coming out the loser in every situation. Although the relationship was strained her father admired the fight in the girl, comparing her savagery to a hungry dog while her mind stayed as sharp as a fox. When she turned sixteen, her father gifted her with the Sphere of Marium telling her it was typical of the head male in the family to give it to his son but since there were no sons, Myka was given the honor of owning it. Ironically, it wasn't much later Myka's parents were both founded dead in her home while she was out. The police believed the motive had something to do with her fathers ties to the Russian Mafia, something Myka had never heard of before. Forced to go into hiding with the help of Russian officials in fear of the Bratva's wrath Myka was sent to America. Here she was labeled as emancipated and used her father's small fortune to live off of, although most of the money is spent Myka still manages to live off it with help of occasional work that may come her way.
For one to begin classifying Myka, they would start with the word individual. Myka is something of a lone wolf who prefers to strike first and ask questions later, she holds the same cruelty and lack of empathy for her enemies as her father did and forgives no one of their crime. Her heroine status has affected her personality to a point that she is forced to keep most details about her life secret, making her something of a recluse and seeming antisocial to most who don't understand. Although appearing to lack compassion and sympathy for her fellow man, Myka simply realized for one to be a successful hero, they must often make decisions that will inevitably put lives in danger either way. She understands there isn't always an easy way and more often than not, the easy way is the wrong way.
Adorned in a simple purple dress with a pair of dark brown wooden heels, Myka was not prepared for a fight but sometimes you don't have a choice. She watched as the man continued shouting at the red headed girl, his hand edging towards the gun slowly as his volume increased.
It's gonna be like this is it? she paused and asked herself as she watched the man grip the gun. A small basket caught in the crook of her elbow held a gallon of milk, loaf of bread, carton of eggs and some other pretty generic and useless items. Her eyes locked onto the hard glass grape jelly container she had picked up, gripping the small jar in her left hand she spun on her heel and released the basket of items on the man as he ripped the gun from the jacket. The basket along with the items inside bounced off the man ineffectively but gave Myka the moment of surprise. Within two steps, she was on top of the man and brought the hard glass jar into the side of his skull. The following sound was loud enough to make everyone witnessing the scene wince as it shattered on his solid bone. The glass went flying everywhere as blood and jelly mixed, splattering on the floor. The pair's blood now covered the aisle they stood in, Myka's from her hand and the man from his head. The man was clearly dazed as he stumbled sideways holding onto a nearby rack of candy for support. Myka's hand burned with pain as more blood continued to drip down her forearm, only intensifying with each passing moment but this wasn't time to focus on the pain. Instead Myka ripped off the hardwood open toed heels, tossing one off to the side and gripping the other as some makeshift object. Grabbing the man by his jacket she managed to sway his body weight towards her continuing to keep him off balance as she beat on his wounded skull with the heel. Shouting in a mixture of rage and pain the man now regained focus, grabbing Myka by her hair and twisting her sideways pulling off her balance and making her drop the heel. He began shouting obscenities as he rasied the gun at the cashier. Seeing her opportunity, Myka slammed her fist into the unprotected groin of the male easily taking some fight out of him while striking hard enough to force the wind from his lungs in a deep heaving sound. Both gasping for breath, Myka managed to strike first as she slammed her small frame into the larger male and latched onto the arm holding the gun. They came crashing to the floor with Myka scrambling to grab his wrist before placing her hand on top of his holding the gun. Squeezing the trigger she allowed the gun to make a continuous popping sound aiming it away from the bystanders who simply watched. Shells came dropping to the floor with a light dinging sound as the bullets were discharged. With the gun empty and the assailant out of commission she pushed herself up from him and stumbled back into the group of people who stood in the line. With a quick glance she adjusted her dress and scanned the faces of them, speaking to the cashier firmly
"You gonna call the cops lady? before a simple groan escaped the robber.