Travis barely had time to process the news of Gemini's death before everyone started talking at once. Bolt burst into the room announcing his intention to go after Peace Keeper followed by the other team members voicing their opinions on the matter. Even the robot was on-board with hunting him down.
"Woah, woah, woah, woah," Travis interjected. "We can't fight that guy. Gemini was a better fighter than any of us. If PK killed him, there's no way we would stand a chance. Only one of us is bulletproof."
Unfortunately, the odds didn't seem to be in his favor. Bolt, Jeremy, and the robot were ready to fight. Natalie seemed less confident, but still agreed with them. Tiara was the only other naysayer besides Travis. He couldn't help but get the feeling that Monolith would agree to fight as well, so he and Tia would be out-voted.
Travis emerged from the bathroom wondering what Natalie was screaming about. He made his towards the common area, passing a sulking Bolt and a crying Natalie on the way. The mood in the room definitely seemed rather dark. Oscar had been saying something or other as Travis entered the room, but he hadn't paid attention to what it was. After retrieving a soda from the fridge, he took stock of the situation. The room was silent besides Tiara's quiet sobs from under the table. Why was she under the table, anyway?
"What's going on here," he asked as he cracked open the soda can. "Ya'll are acting like somebody died or something."
Secret ID: Travis Polt Alias: Ghost Age: 18 Home Location: Gotham Powers: Invisibility and intangibility
Weaknesses: Travis still needs to breathe, so he is limited in how much material he can pass through based on how long he can hold his breath. While he's immune to many forms of attack while intangible, electrical attacks are still effective as the electricity is still able to jump between the molecules of his body and electrocute him.
His invisibility can be defeated by thermal imaging, though no light-based cameras, such as infrared, will be able to see him. His powers need to be consciously activated as well, so a sneak attack would also be effective.
Equipment: Anything that Travis carries needs to be brought with him through anything he passes through, so he tends to travel light to reduce the strain on himself. With his power set being suited to infiltration and stealth missions, his equipment was designed to assist him with such tasks. His suit covers his entire body to prevent him from leaving behind hair or anything other DNA anywhere that he should not have been. His boots also have sound-dampening soles in order to aid him in moving silently while he invisibly skulks around. In addition, he carries a com-bead in his ear for communication and his mask contains anti-flash lenses.
Despite his policy of traveling light, Travis does carry a few gadgets just in case in ends up in a less-than-ideal situation. The extendable baton he carries in civilian life was upgraded to a stun baton which can be electrified at the push of a button for a nasty shock to incapacitate his foes. He has also been supplied with flash pellets, which he is protected from by the anti-flash lenses in his mask. For those hard-to-reach places he possesses a grappling hook that is strong enough to lift himself and one passenger without difficulty. Finally, he carries remote hacking devices to give Oracle remote access to whatever sort of computer she would like access to.
Appearance: Travis is a young, Caucasian man with an average build. He is 5'8" tall with black hair and blue eyes. He dresses very plainly, often opting for a simple plain, colored T-shirt and jeans. There is also a trench coat that he is quite fond of that he often wears as well.
His suit is a full-body suit with no visible facial features similar to a morph suit. The head, torso, and upper arms are white and the rest of the suit is black.
BRIEF Bio: Travis's early life before his metahuman abilities were awakened were rather unremarkable. He was raised by overprotective, religious parents who kept him away from the dangerous and cruel world, better known as Gotham, as best as they possibly could. Travis grew tired of being so smothered rather quickly and was quick to strike out on his own as soon as possible.
Upon the discovery of his abilities Travis had mixed feelings on how to best make use of them. He did, of course, inevitably give in to how easily he could now steal things, but his conscience didn't allow him to take anything that was too expensive. Travis also learned that his abilities could be used for good. Though he tried not to get too involved in Gotham's drama he did take it upon himself to stop a robbery here and there or save the odd damsel in distress. He figured that joining some new superhero team that was being put together would help him understand why he can do what he does and perhaps give his life some meaning and direction.
Notes: Travis is afraid of heights.
"NOBODY MOVE! PUT THE MONEY IN THE BAG!"
It was just another typical Tuesday in good ol' Gotham. All Travis had wanted to do was make a quick trip down to the convenience store on the corner to pick up some snack, but then some jerkoff with a gun decided it was as good a day as any to rob the place. The clerk was jamming the money from his till into the bag as quickly as he could while a gun was being waved around in front his face, meanwhile Travis was in the back of the store by the beverage cooler. The robber had not seen him when he entered, so Travis had two options. On the one hand he could just slip out and carry on with his day. On the other hand, he could do something about this robbery in progress. Though he tried not to get too involved in such things, it was happening right in front him. Doing nothing about it was just as bad as doing it yourself, right? Or something like that.
Travis made up his mind and began creeping up behind the robber unseen. The clerk was still frantically transferring cash into the robber's bag and the robber himself seemed convinced that he had only the clerk to worry about. Travis had the element of surprise on his side. "That's awfully rude." The robber nearly jumped out of his skin before spinning around and firing the gun, the round striking an innocent bag of potato chips. He looked in confusion certain that he had heard a voice, but he didn't see anyone. "Alright, funny guy," the robber growled. "Come out where I can see you, or I swear to God I'll..." The robber's tough talk was cut short by a harsh impact to his thigh. He cried out in pain and dropped to one knee. Before he could even begin to attempt to comprehend what was happening, a second impact jerked his head backwards putting him on his back and knocking him out cold. The clerk's eyes were wide with shock and confusion. His eyes then nearly popped right out of his head when Travis appeared in front of him out of thin air with an extendable baton in his hand. He grabbed the gun and tossed it on the counter in front of the clerk and then dropped a $10 bill next to it. After picking himself out a bag of chips, an iced tea, and his candy bar of choice he made his way out the door. Before leaving he turned to the clerk who was still frozen in place. "You can just go ahead and call the cops whenever you're ready," Travis told him. Then, he was out the door.
Secret ID: Travis Polt Alias: Ghost Age: 18 Home Location: Gotham Powers: Invisibility and intangibility
Weaknesses: Travis still needs to breathe, so he is limited in how much material he can pass through based on how long he can hold his breath. While he's immune to many forms of attack while intangible, electrical attacks are still effective as the electricity is still able to jump between the molecules of his body and electrocute him.
His invisibility can be defeated by thermal imaging, though no light-based cameras, such as infrared, will be able to see him. His powers need to be consciously activated as well, so a sneak attack would also be effective.
Equipment: Anything that Travis carries needs to be brought with him through anything he passes through, so he tends to travel light to reduce the strain on himself. With his power set being suited to infiltration and stealth missions, his equipment was designed to assist him with such tasks. His suit covers his entire body to prevent him from leaving behind hair or anything other DNA anywhere that he should not have been. His boots also have sound-dampening soles in order to aid him in moving silently while he invisibly skulks around. In addition, he carries a com-bead in his ear for communication and his mask contains anti-flash lenses.
Despite his policy of traveling light, Travis does carry a few gadgets just in case in ends up in a less-than-ideal situation. The extendable baton he carries in civilian life was upgraded to a stun baton which can be electrified at the push of a button for a nasty shock to incapacitate his foes. He has also been supplied with flash pellets, which he is protected from by the anti-flash lenses in his mask. For those hard-to-reach places he possesses a grappling hook that is strong enough to lift himself and one passenger without difficulty. Finally, he carries remote hacking devices to give Oracle remote access to whatever sort of computer she would like access to.
Appearance: Travis is a young, Caucasian man with an average build. He is 5'8" tall with black hair and blue eyes. He dresses very plainly, often opting for a simple plain, colored T-shirt and jeans. There is also a trench coat that he is quite fond of that he often wears as well.
His suit is a full-body suit with no visible facial features similar to a morph suit. The head, torso, and upper arms are white and the rest of the suit is black.
BRIEF Bio: Travis's early life before his metahuman abilities were awakened were rather unremarkable. He was raised by overprotective, religious parents who kept him away from the dangerous and cruel world, better known as Gotham, as best as they possibly could. Travis grew tired of being so smothered rather quickly and was quick to strike out on his own as soon as possible.
Upon the discovery of his abilities Travis had mixed feelings on how to best make use of them. He did, of course, inevitably give in to how easily he could now steal things, but his conscience didn't allow him to take anything that was too expensive. Travis also learned that his abilities could be used for good. Though he tried not to get too involved in Gotham's drama he did take it upon himself to stop a robbery here and there or save the odd damsel in distress. He figured that joining some new superhero team that was being put together would help him understand why he can do what he does and perhaps give his life some meaning and direction.
Notes: Travis is afraid of heights.
"NOBODY MOVE! PUT THE MONEY IN THE BAG!"
It was just another typical Tuesday in good ol' Gotham. All Travis had wanted to do was make a quick trip down to the convenience store on the corner to pick up some snack, but then some jerkoff with a gun decided it was as good a day as any to rob the place. The clerk was jamming the money from his till into the bag as quickly as he could while a gun was being waved around in front his face, meanwhile Travis was in the back of the store by the beverage cooler. The robber had not seen him when he entered, so Travis had two options. On the one hand he could just slip out and carry on with his day. On the other hand, he could do something about this robbery in progress. Though he tried not to get too involved in such things, it was happening right in front him. Doing nothing about it was just as bad as doing it yourself, right? Or something like that.
Travis made up his mind and began creeping up behind the robber unseen. The clerk was still frantically transferring cash into the robber's bag and the robber himself seemed convinced that he had only the clerk to worry about. Travis had the element of surprise on his side. "That's awfully rude." The robber nearly jumped out of his skin before spinning around and firing the gun, the round striking an innocent bag of potato chips. He looked in confusion certain that he had heard a voice, but he didn't see anyone. "Alright, funny guy," the robber growled. "Come out where I can see you, or I swear to God I'll..." The robber's tough talk was cut short by a harsh impact to his thigh. He cried out in pain and dropped to one knee. Before he could even begin to attempt to comprehend what was happening, a second impact jerked his head backwards putting him on his back and knocking him out cold. The clerk's eyes were wide with shock and confusion. His eyes then nearly popped right out of his head when Travis appeared in front of him out of thin air with an extendable baton in his hand. He grabbed the gun and tossed it on the counter in front of the clerk and then dropped a $10 bill next to it. After picking himself out a bag of chips, an iced tea, and his candy bar of choice he made his way out the door. Before leaving he turned to the clerk who was still frozen in place. "You can just go ahead and call the cops whenever you're ready," Travis told him. Then, he was out the door.
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