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Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (City Building, Currently Accepting)

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Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (City Building, Currently Accepting)

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Whiplash

Appearance (Civilian)

Appearance (Costume)

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”If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it.”

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General Information

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Full Name:

Melissa Locke

Alias:

Whiplash

Age:

30, January 27th

Gender:

Female

Occupation:

Photo-journalist / Videographer

Abilities:

• Dynamic Camouflage: Able to conceal herself + her clothing to match a background she touches.
• Wall Crawling: Ability to climb most surfaces with ease, even upside down.
• Enhanced Strength: Slightly above peak human ability (~ 1500lbs over her head for short periods of time)
• Enhanced Vision and Spatial Awareness: Enhanced night vision, improved daytime vision and faster reflexes.
• Highly Trained in Krav Maga: Trained from childhood in the ways of Krav Maga. Combined with her enhanced strength, she is truly a foe to be reckoned with.

Weaknesses:

Camouflage requires a lot of energy, therefore she can only hold it for a minute or two at best. No more durable than an average person and will succumb to most things that would kill a normal human being. Her heightened senses are also more susceptible to damage given their extra sensitivity (ex. Bright light will daze her for longer than someone with regular vision.)

Noteworthy Equipment (ED = Everyday, H = Hero):

• Professional-Grade DSLR (ED): Her main photography and videography camera. Mel never leaves home without it. She also carries a variety of lenses to suit her needs in the field.
• Laptop (ED): Mainly for sending her photos and footage to large news corporations, main asset in her source of income.
• Black tactical backpack (ED): Something sturdy that will stay put, no matter her orientation, even upside down. Carries all her work gear.
• Hard knuckle gloves (H): Standard duty gloves with a hard carbon fibre inlay around the knuckles. Gives that extra ‘oomf’ to her unarmed combat strikes.

Biography:

A product of an experiment gone wrong.

Or maybe an experiment gone right…

Melissa’s life has been one of perspective. In her early life, all she knew were the four concrete walls of what was essentially a glorified prison cell. Created from the genetic modification of an embryo, then grown in a lab until she was ready to “be born”, Melissa was purpose built to be the first in what was meant to be the next generation of soldiers. Mind you, there was one issue. She was originally intended to be male. A slip-up by one of the engineers caused an unintended, unnoticed change in her chromosomes, so they were quite surprised when the fetus started showing female traits. Nevertheless, the team continued to grow their reptilian-chromosome-enlaced fetus until birth.

Because of the issues, her portion of the project was scrapped and restarted from the beginning. Melissa was born in critical condition, barely breathing or showing any vital signs at all. She was kept in I.C.U at the Eclipse lab for the first two years of her life until she stabilized, before being transferred to a regular cell when she turned three. Throughout her childhood she was taught a relatively standard school curriculum from age five to fourteen, all the while being trained to fight alongside what was essentially her one year younger brother. The creation that was intended to replace her.

Up until this point, both Mel and her younger counterpart had been considered complete successes. They had both shown themselves able to use their abilities very competently and were both extremely proficient in hand to hand combat. But Mel was exhibiting something that the male wasn’t, something that the top brass of the facility thought was very intriguing and that would be very profitable. Enhanced strength. At age fourteen, she was able to lift almost 500 lbs above her head with no issue, able to slow a moving vehicle significantly and able to beat almost every single combat instructor in one on one combat.

Eventually her “brother” was all but forgotten and Mel took the spotlight, the centerpiece of their super-soldier program. No longer residing in a prison cell-- she had made it clear that she hated the cell by putting a whole through five feet of concrete-- Mel lived a fairly decent life. Now sixteen years old, she trained, ate and slept with the rest of the team while her counterpart sat on the sidelines, jealousy and hatred building inside of him.

And then one night, he snapped. Mel awoke to sirens going off all around. She stepped outside of her room only to see the corpses of the entire research team, the closest thing she had to family, strewn about the lab. In the center of them, her counterpart stood, bruised and bloodied. She couldn’t believe it. It felt surreal, seeing them all dead. The anger began to rise inside of her and she couldn’t help but think about killing the young man that stood in front of her. But part of her held back. He had been through enough.

Time flew by for the next fourteen years after Mel had escaped the Eclipse lab. In this time, Mel had been in and out of both orphanages and schools. She didn’t last more than a month in one place before she no longer felt safe around the other students. Eventually, after living on the street for a year, she managed to get a job at a fast food restaurant and found a cheap apartment to stay in. Mel worked hard to save money for college and applied for a two-year journalism course.

Now? Mel earned her diploma in journalism and through persuasion, managed to land a job at a small, independent newspaper company as a photojournalist. Though infrequent, a story that requires her specific skill set will occasionally come through. Her boss doesn’t know how she manages the pictures she does, but in Mel’s mind all that matters is the final product.

Relationships:

Open

Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (City Building, Currently Accepting)

@Dynamo Frokane For your approval.

Whiplash

Appearance (Civilian)

Appearance (Costume)

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”If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it.”

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General Information

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Full Name:

Melissa Locke

Alias:

Whiplash

Age:

30, January 27th

Gender:

Female

Occupation:

Photo-journalist / Videographer

Abilities:

• Dynamic Camouflage: Able to conceal herself + her clothing to match a background she touches.
• Wall Crawling: Ability to climb most surfaces with ease, even upside down.
• Enhanced Strength: Slightly above peak human ability (~ 1500lbs over her head for short periods of time)
• Enhanced Vision and Spatial Awareness: Xray and night vision, improved daytime vision, faster reflexes.
• Highly Trained in Krav Maga: Trained from childhood in the ways of Krav Maga. Combined with her enhanced strength, she is truly a foe to be reckoned with.

Weaknesses:

Camouflage requires a lot of energy, therefore she can only hold it for a minute or two at best. No more durable than an average person and will succumb to most things that would kill a normal human being. Her heightened senses are also more susceptible to damage given their extra sensitivity (ex. Bright light will daze her for longer than someone with regular vision.)

Noteworthy Equipment (ED = Everyday, H = Hero):

• Professional-Grade DSLR (ED): Her main photography and videography camera. Mel never leaves home without it. She also carries a variety of lenses to suit her needs in the field.
• Laptop (ED): Mainly for sending her photos and footage to large news corporations, main asset in her source of income.
• Black tactical backpack (ED): Something sturdy that will stay put, no matter her orientation, even upside down. Carries all her work gear.
• Hard knuckle gloves (H): Standard duty gloves with a hard carbon fibre inlay around the knuckles. Gives that extra ‘oomf’ to her unarmed combat strikes.
• Twin Batons (H): Two batons made from titanium and carbon fibre. Can be combined into a single, longer blunt weapon. Used on the uncommon occasions where she doesn’t fight unarmed.
• Combat Knife (ED/H): Military-esque combat knife, carried no matter where she is.

Biography:

A product of an experiment gone wrong.

Or maybe an experiment gone right…

Melissa’s life has been one of perspective. In her early life, all she knew were the four concrete walls of what was essentially a glorified prison cell. Created from the genetic modification of an embryo, then grown in a lab until she was ready to “be born”, Melissa was purpose built to be the first in what was meant to be the next generation of soldiers. Mind you, there was one issue. She was originally intended to be male. A slip-up by one of the engineers caused an unintended, unnoticed change in her chromosomes, so they were quite surprised when the fetus started showing female traits.

Because of this, her portion of the project was scrapped and restarted from the beginning. Melissa was born in critical condition, barely breathing or showing any vital signs at all. She was kept in I.C.U for the first two years of her life until she stabilized, before being transferred to a regular cell when she turned three. Throughout her childhood she was taught a relatively standard school curriculum from age five to fourteen, all the while being trained to fight alongside what was essentially her one year younger brother.

Up until this point, both Mel and her younger counterpart had been considered complete successes. They had both shown themselves able to use their abilities very competently and were both extremely proficient in hand to hand combat. But Mel was exhibiting something that the male wasn’t, something that the top brass of the facility thought was very intriguing and that would be very profitable. Enhanced strength. At age fourteen, she was able to lift almost 500 lbs above her head with no issue, able to slow a moving vehicle significantly and able to beat almost every single combat instructor in one on one combat.

Eventually her “brother” was all but forgotten and Mel took the spotlight, the centerpiece of their super-soldier program. No longer residing in a prison cell-- she had made it clear that she hated the cell by putting a whole through five feet of concrete-- Mel lived a fairly decent life. Now sixteen years old, she trained, ate and slept with the rest of the team while her counterpart sat on the sidelines, jealousy and hatred building inside of him.

And then one night, he snapped. Mel awoke to sirens going off all around. She stepped outside of her room only to see the corpses of the entire research team, the closest thing she had to family, strewn about the lab. In the center of them, her counterpart stood, bruised and bloodied. She couldn’t believe it. It felt surreal, seeing them all dead. The anger began to rise inside of her and she couldn’t help but think about killing the young man that stood in front of her. But part of her held back. He had been through enough.

Time flew by for the next fourteen years. In this time, Mel had been in and out of both orphanages and schools. She didn’t last more than a month in one place before she no longer felt safe around the other students. Eventually, after living on the street for a year, she managed to get a job at a fast food restaurant and found a cheap apartment to stay in. Mel worked hard to save money for college and applied for a two-year journalism course.

Now? Mel earned her diploma in journalism and through persuasion, managed to land a job at a small, independent newspaper company as a photojournalist. Though infrequent, a story that requires her specific skill set will occasionally come through. Her boss doesn’t know how she manages the pictures she does, but in Mel’s mind all that matters is the final product.

Relationships:

Open

Spy Academy: An Espionage Tale

I'm still breathing.

Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (City Building, Currently Accepting)

@Dynamo Frokane Yes, I'm still up for this. Toying with a character idea, should have a CS up soon.

Spy Academy: An Espionage Tale

I can get a post up in a bit

Darkness Visible: Summer in San Judas

@Raddum That is a beautiful and original character, I've never been so impressed with a CS before.

Still working on mine, should be up soon.

Darkness Visible: Summer in San Judas

@Flagg So what do you consider low fantasy then, out of curiousity?

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

@Jones Sparrow Here, but dying from school work.

Spy Academy: An Espionage Tale

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Dominique’s ocean blue eyes opened slowly as the quiet alarm on her phone echoed through the room. She blindly reached over to the side table and felt around a bit before locating her device, turning off the alarm with the quick swipe of her finger. Laying her phone back down on the side table, she stretched out her arms and rolled her neck with a yawn. Once she was actually somewhat awake, the ginger haired girl sat up in her bed and moved her legs over the side. Time for the standard morning routine.

Looking out of her window, she saw the sun’s light just beginning to grace the sky. Dominique glanced down to her clock and inhaled deeply. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to be up at such an hour, but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. With a reluctant sort of motivation, the ginger paced out to the kitchen quietly in her plaid pajama bottoms and white tank top. Food was on the top of her to-do list, though it wouldn’t take much to get her going. The only thing she really needed was some toast and green tea.

Walking into the kitchen, the half-awake ginger nodded to the other students that were present before making her way to the pantry. Inside, she pulled out a loaf of brown bread and a jar of peanut butter before making her way back over to the counter. After placing not one, not two, but precisely three pieces of bread into the toaster she walked back to her room to retrieve her own personal green tea. There was only one brand she really enjoyed, and she’d made sure to pack enough for a least a little while at the school. Perhaps she’d get some more from her parents as a gift.

As she made her way back, she saw Sunny glancing at Shiro once again and couldn’t help but smirk. The ginger walked casually up behind her and whispered gently in her ear before walking back over to the stove with a sly grin on her face.

“It was destined to be, Sunny.”

Not ten minutes later, the ginger had finished her toast and was in the process of finishing off her mug of tea. Her morning almost always ran like clockwork. She was about to make her way back to her dorm but stopped a moment, turning to the group.

“If anyone wants to join me, I’m heading to the pool to do a few laps.”

The ginger haired girl returned to her dorm and closed the door, retrieving her black, one-piece swimsuit from her drawer. After putting it on, she pulled on a hoodie over her head and wrapped a towel around her waist for the walk over. Given that she lacked sandals, Dominique resorted to walking the entire distance bare-foot.

A mere thirty minutes after she’d woken up, Dominique stood at the edge of the pool in her swimsuit. Her hair had been tied back into a bun and was now hidden under a swim cap that matched the rest of her attire. Carefully sliding on her goggles, she tapped one of her wireless earbuds and started her music, before looking down at the second hand on her watch. She counted down in her head before diving into the pool. The water was rather frigid, but also refreshing at the same time and served to further wake her up. It was going to be a good first day.