Sisyphus

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

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ANNABELLE FITZGERALD

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The sound of raindrops on the window had become a familiar companion - always there, always tap, tap, tapping away in the back of her mind like a count, like a rhythm, like the dead and dying, they're out there but I'm in here, I need to be out there they need me, they need me, I have to go I have to go to them, I will walk through the flame and the flood and I will be with them -

"Annabelle?" The familiar voice shook her out of her ruminations. Annabelle turned from the dark window she'd been leaning against to see Dr. Graham entering the employee lounge, his spectacles in his hands. "There you are. I've been looking all over for you."

Annabelle scrambled out of her chair in an instant. "Is it another patient?" she blurted.

"Ah, no," the stout, brown-skinned man answered slowly. "It's the rain, it's... well, our ambulances are having a lot of trouble. Are you feeling alright, Annabelle?"

She waved his question away. "What did you need, Dr. Graham."

The doctor extended his glasses to her, revealing a web of cracks and fractures in the left frame. "I, uh, stepped on my glasses. Could you give me a hand?" She accepted the spectacles and quickly blew onto them, not even looking as the cracks sealed filled. He took them back with a smile and placed them onto his face. "You're a lifesaver, Annabelle."

"I try to be," She answered, halfway turned back to the window when one of her fellow nurses slid into the room, wild-eyed and gripping a clipboard.

"Nurse Fitzgerald! We need you in an ambulance, there's a fire in the Power District in Jethrull."

Dr. Graham furrowed his brow. "A fire, in this weather?"

The nurse shrugged. "Look, I don't know. I just work here. We don't know how big it's gotten or how many affected, but Nurse Fitzgerald is the best way of treating burns or smoke inhalation we have. We need her."

For her part, Annabelle was already throwing her rain jacket around her shoulders. "I'm going," she said as she walked past the doctor.

"Absolutely not, in this weather you could - "

"Can't hear you over the sound of me going!" she shouted, already running down the hallway to the ER.

Let's Meet Again in the Real World!! (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

Finally got Danny's introduction done.

Which I think makes me the first person to see their partner in the dreamworld, so. Go me.

Let's Meet Again in the Real World!! (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

Danny Walker

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"Come on kid, speed it up!"

The hoarse words pounded in Danny's ears as his hands flew in front of him, smacking the heavy bag in front of him in a rapid rhythm. Sweat poured down the young man's face and his breath tore through his nostrils, his whole world contained in three feet - his hands, his stance, the bag, and the old man shouting at him from behind it.

"Speed it up speed it up let's go let's go!" Coach Alex screamed, his face red. Danny increased the pace, scraping the bottom of his body for new reserves of strength, until a sharp ringing split the air after what seemed like an eternity. At the sound of the alarm Danny slumped back, arms aching, body drenched in sweat. The coach clapped him on the shoulder and smiled. "You're getting there, kid."

"Thank you, Coach," Danny answered, turning around to where he'd left his water bottle. "I learned from the best." He glanced down at his wrist before remembering that he had, rather sensibly, not worn his watch to boxing practice. "How long we been at it, Coach?"

"Don't you start ass-kissing," Coach Alex shot back and checked his phone. "Four hours. Tell you what, take ten, then we'll come back and finish up and you can get home to Mom and Dad." The fact that Danny lived with his parents was a favorite subject of mockery for the old man, but Danny knew that it was just part of his drill-sergeant style of teaching; the sixty-seven year old chainsmoker was actually a really nice guy, underneath it all.

He nodded in appreciation of the break and shuffled over to one of the folding chairs in the gym as the coach stalked off to yell at one of his other students. As soon as his butt hit the chair he became acutely aware of how exhausted he was, and before he knew it his eyes were closing.

The scent of stale booze filled his nostrils and Danny grimaced - he wasn't fond of even the best quality alcohol, and whatever this was was clearly past its prime. He opened his eyes to behold a city skyline, the sky the familiar smoggy orange of sunrise. His workout clothes were gone, replaced by a tank-top and flannel jacket of the kind that he was accustomed to wearing. At his feet there lay a pile of empty bottles and red solo cups, and more were strewn all over the fashionable decor and tasteful furniture; it seemed that this rooftop had been host to quite a wild party, and someone had clearly forgotten to clean up after themselves.

However, none of this was terribly interesting to him, not compared to the silhouette sharing the rooftop with him. It was a woman, pale and ginger, her back to him as she peered off the rooftop; she seemed important, but he knew that he had never seen her before. In a haze, Danny approached her. "Hey," he called out, "Do you know where we are?"

Common Sense - A Post Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

Sure, I'll watch this one.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

Annabelle will definitely be on sight at the 'Dark Necessities' plot, I think.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

T H E M E N D E R

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^{A N N A B E L L E F I T Z G E R A L D ◼ 0 4 / 2 1 / 1 9 9 6 ( 2 1 ) ◼ F E M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N}

^{"Never thought I’d grow up to be a messiah."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Expecting someone taller?"}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5’7”

◼ WEIGHT | 119 lbs.

◼ BUILD | Lean

◼ HAIR COLOR | Bright Red

◼ EYE COLOR | Blue

◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian

◼ SEXUALITY | Heterosexual

//DESCRIPTION:

Annabelle is a pretty, slight girl with red hair and a smile that in times gone by was considered adorable. Her hair falls around her ears in a kind of deliberate messiness, and her skin is pale enough that you don’t need to know her last name to guess that her family’s Irish. These days her blue eyes bear heavy bags from lack of sleep, and she rarely if ever takes the time to put a smudge of makeup on. She’s generally seen wearing some combination of jacket, t-shirt and jeans or sweatpants, though she does have a fondness for sundresses when weather permits, and has been wearing the same ratty pair of converses for almost three weeks now.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Just a small town girl… well, you know the rest."}

Annabelle was born and raised in Lowell, Oregon, a small city that most people couldn’t find on a map. Her mother was usually busy running the local hospital, so for the most part she was raised by her father, and enjoyed a the sleepy childhood of a middle-class kid in rural America. Come High School she was the star of the track team with grades to match, but for all she knew she was just another small-town teenager, like all the rest.

That changed one Saturday morning during her second year of High School, when the family dog managed to escape the house and got himself lost. After an hour or so of searching, she came upon him in the road, bleeding and whimpering, his back legs shattered by a car that had just kept on driving. Annabelle knew that her pet was dying, and did the only thing she could do – she held him close, and she wept.
Imagine her surprise, then, when the animal’s wounds began to knit closed the second her sobbing breath touched them. Within moments, he could walk again like nothing had happened, and she led him home in a daze. She told nobody about her discovery, not her friends or even her parents; anti-Hyperhuman sentiment was on the rise in her area, and so she did her best to hide her abilities even as she experimented with them in secret.

Her life went on as planned, and in 2014 she moved to Grimm University in Crescent City to study sociology and attempt to expand her horizons beyond the narrow confines of her hometown, though it had to be said that life in New Alexandria wasn’t really the thrill-a-minute adventure she’d been hoping for. Nevertheless, she flourished in her college days, and for two years it seemed too good to be true.

But crime was on the rise in the city, and not even the smallest fishing community was spared. One night walking back from the movie theater, Annabelle came upon a man lying in a pool of his own blood – he’d been mugged at knifepoint, and resisted to an admirable but perhaps unwise degree. Immediately Annabelle knelt and breathed him well again, and as the teary-eyed stranger poured out his gratitude, she was struck with a wave of guilt. She had the power to change people’s lives, to save them, to make real change, and her own fear had made her squander it. How many more could she have saved in the years since she found out what she was capable of?

Almost immediately and without a single call to any of her friends or family, Annabelle dropped out of school and disappeared. A few days later she marched into the Crescent City General Hospital and asked for a job, and after a few days of demonstrating her powers to various medical professionals and officials, she was officially hired as a ‘nurse’.

Annabelle remains on staff at the hospital to this day, healing those brought in with serious wounds and occasionally riding with the paramedics to the sight of more serious emergencies. Slowly, she’s taken root in city mythology as ‘The Mender’, the Hyperhuman they keep at the hospital who saved your friend’s cousin’s life that one time, though only a few of her close co-workers and superiors at the hospital know such details as her real name and what exactly she can do.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"You ever hear about something bad happening and know you could have stopped it? I do. All the time."}

Annabelle is driven to use her powers for the benefit of others to the point of obsession. She’s consumed by the notion that all the death and suffering in the world only comes about because she wasn’t there to fix it, a mentality that is slowly turning her into a bit of a twitchy guilt-ridden wreck.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"Take a deep breath."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ MENDING BREATH | The air Annabelle breathes out is infused with a strange temporal energy that recalls objects to their previous shapes – essentially, when she breathes on a damaged object, it rapidly begins repairing itself. Flesh knits back together, rust subsides, machines begin to function again. The effect works on organic and inorganic matter alike, speeding up the longer she breathes and dissipating over time when she stops.

//SKILLS:

◼ CARDIO | Annabelle ran track in high school and college and was quite good at it, so she’s able to run fast and for long distances without tiring.

◼ MARKSMANSHIP | Among more dubiously useful lessons as horse-riding, Annabelle’s father was insistent that she know how to use a gun should she be required to defend herself, and made her spend long hours at the local range practicing with a variety of pistols and rifles. She’s no sharpshooter by any means, but she can handle a firearm better than the average untrained civilian.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ RANGE | The energy in Anna’s breath dissipates quickly after it leaves her body, giving her an effective range of roughly seven inches in front of her face, though she can squeeze a few more inches out of that by breathing through a tube or something similar.

◼ IMPERFECT | Anna’s ability to mend is far from perfect. Her powers won’t expel foreign objects from whatever she’s healing, instead causing it to try to heal around them – so it won’t force a bullet or shrapnel out of the body, for example. Her ability to create new matter is also limited, meaning that she couldn’t cause a car to regrow its engine or a person to regrow a limb, though she could re-attach one if she had it available.

◼ THE RAVAGES | In addition, Anna can’t really undo damage inflicted by the passing of time in organic beings, for reasons that aren’t entirely clear to her. Though she can fix long-term wear and tear and oxidization in machinery, the aging of animals is completely beyond her ability to heal.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ SOFT | Annabelle is, physically speaking, just a person, who bleeds and is as vulnerable to injury as anyone else – particularly in areas of her body she can’t easily breathe onto, such as her back. She’s not terribly strong, either, and could be overpowered with fairly little effort.

◼ UNTRAINED | Her respectable shooting skills aside, Annabelle has absolutely no martial training whatsoever. Combined with her poor reflexes and mediocre physical strength, and it’s difficult to imagine her standing up to anyone with any modicum of talent or experience in a fight.

◼ MESSIAH | Annabelle has a savior complex about a mile wide, and it’s taking a real toll on her mental health. She holds herself responsible for pretty much anything that goes wrong in the world and obsesses over her work at the hospital and outside it, often neglecting to take care of herself in favor of seeing more patients or scouring the streets in search of people that need her help.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD | Test

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ Crescent City General Hospital| Annabelle spends almost all her time here, healing patients obsessively and occasionally helping to fix worn-out medical equipment.

◼ New Lilith Apartment| She technically lives alone in a modest apartment in New Lilith, paid for by the hospital, though she spends less and less time there as the days go by.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ Backpack | Annabelle keeps a backpack on her at all times containing her computer, charger, a change of clothes and a few toiletries, in case she’s called to spend the night at the hospital (which happens a lot).

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

T H E M E N D E R

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^{A N N A B E L L E F I T Z G E R A L D ◼ 0 4 / 2 1 / 1 9 9 6 ( 2 1 ) ◼ F E M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N}

^{"Never thought I’d grow up to be a messiah."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Expecting someone taller?"}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5’7”

◼ WEIGHT | 119 lbs.

◼ BUILD | Lean

◼ HAIR COLOR | Bright Red

◼ EYE COLOR | Blue

◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian

◼ SEXUALITY | Heterosexual

//DESCRIPTION:

Annabelle is a pretty, slight girl with red hair and a smile that in times gone by was considered adorable. Her hair falls around her ears in a kind of deliberate messiness, and her skin is pale enough that you don’t need to know her last name to guess that her family’s Irish. These days her blue eyes bear heavy bags from lack of sleep, and she rarely if ever takes the time to put a smudge of makeup on. She’s generally seen wearing some combination of jacket, t-shirt and jeans or sweatpants, though she does have a fondness for sundresses when weather permits, and has been wearing the same ratty pair of converses for almost three weeks now.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Just a small town girl… well, you know the rest."}

Annabelle was born and raised in Lowell, Oregon, a small city that most people couldn’t find on a map. Her mother was usually busy running the local hospital, so for the most part she was raised by her father, and enjoyed a the sleepy childhood of a middle-class kid in rural America. Come High School she was the star of the track team with grades to match, but for all she knew she was just another small-town teenager, like all the rest.

That changed one Saturday morning during her second year of High School, when the family dog managed to escape the house and got himself lost. After an hour or so of searching, she came upon him in the road, bleeding and whimpering, his back legs shattered by a car that had just kept on driving. Annabelle knew that her pet was dying, and did the only thing she could do – she held him close, and she wept.
Imagine her surprise, then, when the animal’s wounds began to knit closed the second her sobbing breath touched them. Within moments, he could walk again like nothing had happened, and she led him home in a daze. She told nobody about her discovery, not her friends or even her parents; anti-Hyperhuman sentiment was on the rise in her area, and so she did her best to hide her abilities even as she experimented with them in secret.

Her life went on as planned, and in 2014 she moved to Grimm University in Crescent City to study sociology and attempt to expand her horizons beyond the narrow confines of her hometown, though it had to be said that life in New Alexandria wasn’t really the thrill-a-minute adventure she’d been hoping for. Nevertheless, she flourished in her college days, and for two years it seemed too good to be true.

But crime was on the rise in the city, and not even the smallest fishing community was spared. One night walking back from the movie theater, Annabelle came upon a man lying in a pool of his own blood – he’d been mugged at knifepoint, and resisted to an admirable but perhaps unwise degree. Immediately Annabelle knelt and breathed him well again, and as the teary-eyed stranger poured out his gratitude, she was struck with a wave of guilt. She had the power to change people’s lives, to save them, to make real change, and her own fear had made her squander it. How many more could she have saved in the years since she found out what she was capable of?

Almost immediately and without a single call to any of her friends or family, Annabelle dropped out of school and disappeared. A few days later she marched into the Crescent City General Hospital and asked for a job, and after a few days of demonstrating her powers to various medical professionals and officials, she was officially hired as a ‘nurse’.

Annabelle remains on staff at the hospital to this day, healing those brought in with serious wounds and occasionally riding with the paramedics to the sight of more serious emergencies. Slowly, she’s taken root in city mythology as ‘The Mender’, the Hyperhuman they keep at the hospital who saved your friend’s cousin’s life that one time, though only a few of her close co-workers and superiors at the hospital know such details as her real name and what exactly she can do.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"You ever hear about something bad happening and know you could have stopped it? I do. All the time."}

Annabelle is driven to use her powers for the benefit of others to the point of obsession. She’s consumed by the notion that all the death and suffering in the world only comes about because she wasn’t there to fix it, a mentality that is slowly turning her into a bit of a twitchy guilt-ridden wreck.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

---

^{"Take a deep breath."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ MENDING BREATH | The air Annabelle breathes out is infused with a strange temporal energy that recalls objects to their previous shapes – essentially, when she breathes on a damaged object, it rapidly begins repairing itself – flesh knits back together, rust subsides, machines begin to function again. The effect works on organic and inorganic matter alike, speeding up the longer she breathes and dissipating over time when she stops.

//SKILLS:

◼ CARDIO | Annabelle ran track in high school and college and was quite good at it, so she’s able to run fast and for long distances without tiring.

◼ MARKSMANSHIP | Among more dubiously useful lessons as horse-riding, Annabelle’s father was insistent that she know how to use a gun should she be required to defend herself, and made her spend long hours at the local range practicing with a variety of pistols and rifles. She’s no sharpshooter by any means, but she can handle a firearm better than the average untrained civilian.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ RANGE | The energy in Anna’s breath dissipates quickly after it leaves her body, giving her an effective range of roughly seven inches in front of her face, though she can squeeze a few more inches out of that by breathing through a tube or something similar.

◼ IMPERFECT | Anna’s ability to mend is far from perfect. Her powers won’t expel foreign objects from whatever she’s healing, instead causing it to try to heal around them – so it won’t force a bullet or shrapnel out of the body, for example. Her ability to create new matter is also limited, meaning that she couldn’t cause a car to regrow its engine or a person to regrow a limb, though she could re-attach one if she had it available.

◼ THE RAVAGES | In addition, Anna can’t really undo damage inflicted by the passing of time in organic beings, for reasons that aren’t entirely clear to her. Though she can fix long-term wear and tear and oxidization in machinery, the aging of animals is completely beyond her ability to heal.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ SOFT | Annabelle is, physically speaking, just a person, who bleeds and is as vulnerable to injury as anyone else – particularly in areas of her body she can’t easily breathe onto, such as her back. She’s not terribly strong, either, and could be overpowered with fairly little effort.

◼ UNTRAINED | Her respectable shooting skills aside, Annabelle has absolutely no martial training whatsoever. Combined with her poor reflexes and mediocre physical strength, and it’s difficult to imagine her standing up to anyone with any modicum of talent or experience in a fight.

◼ MESSIAH | Annabelle has a savior complex about a mile wide, and it’s taking a real toll on her mental health. She holds herself responsible for pretty much anything that goes wrong in the world and obsesses over her work at the hospital and outside it, often neglecting to take care of herself in favor of seeing more patients or scouring the streets in search of people that need her help.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD | Test

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ Crescent City General Hospital| Annabelle spends almost all her time here, healing patients obsessively and occasionally helping to fix worn-out medical equipment.

◼ New Lilith Apartment| She technically lives alone in a modest apartment in New Lilith, paid for by the hospital, though she spends less and less time there as the days go by.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ Backpack | Annabelle keeps a backpack on her at all times containing her computer, charger, a change of clothes and a few toiletries, in case she’s called to spend the night at the hospital (which happens a lot).

Let's Meet Again in the Real World!! (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

@Dirty Pretty Lies Sounds good to me!

Let's Meet Again in the Real World!! (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

Just here low-key refreshing the Character section to see the pairings.

@Dirty Pretty Lies

I know, right? Y'all gotta update that stuff. Your boy is curious.

Yes I know I forgot to do Danny's until just now shush

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

I'm in as well, just gotta nail down what kind of character I want to play.