The Man Emperor

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Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other

The Phoenix Lodge, Mount Saint Helens, Washington State (Five Minutes Remaining)

The Phoenix Lodge was a peculiar location, though the outside appearance of a somewhat ordinary, if not rich mansion might tell otherwise. It serves as the meeting place of all the phoenixes scattered throughout the world, and was thus made to be as hidden and inconspicuous as possible in order to avoid detection from even the magical hunters of the Cabal. To this end, it is rigged to teleport to a random location in the wilderness every single hour, though its keeper, the aptly named Dominus Astra and the first of the Phoenixes, is able to warp the whole mansion to another place should the situation necessitate it.

Alfred knew of this place only from memories derived from Frostbite’s previous hosts. Until this day, he had never set his eye on it, let alone set foot within its hallowed halls. Now, though, he was here, thanks to the portal of his primogenitor.

The Machine God quickly morphed into his human form; a young man with swarthy skin and a rather… luxurious sense of fashion. It seemed like that whatever time he didn’t spend on technological shenanigans would be dedicated to getting the best tailor around. As for Dominus Astra, the great celestial phoenix did not morph, for he did not choose a human host, and probably never will. Instead, he simply flew off to another section of the gigantic mansion without a word.

“Well, brother,” the human host of the Machine God turned around, willing the lights around them to come to life, “I haven’t been introduced to you yet. I’m Kareem. The rest you probably already know, since I’m the only one that was recently hosted, along with you, Alfred was it?.”

“Uh huh,” Alfred nodded, still unsure on what his reaction should be despite his derivative memories telling him that this was the annoying brat of the family. “Well, who else is here? I don’t imagine everyone is here now, right?”

Kareem nodded, the phoenix within him urging him to press on with those burning questions. “Well, Blaze is here, along with Naturespawn, Joygiver, and uh… the Artisan.”

“And look at who is here.”

The fluttering of wings coincided with the harmonious clanging of bells and chimes, as the Joygiver landed upon the nearby perch, staring down upon the two humans. “The Machine God, and the Frostbite. It has been quite a while my brothers, yes?”

Now, the Joygiver was different from the rest of them. While most of the Phoenixes ranged from apathetic at best and chaotic at worst, the Joygiver is a heroic character. She is part of one of those superhero teams, and because of that, the Cabal cannot touch her without inciting the wrath of her compatriots. Now, many of her siblings have done the same and gain the benefits of having allies, but the others are far too arrogant. Others have done bad things and thus could never be inducted into a team like hers…

“Yes, sister,” Alfred nodded, recalling this phoenix of festivity and explosive firecrackers from the memories of previous hosts as well. “It has been a while.”

“Oh, I fret at your prospect, brother Frost,” the Joygiver continued, slightly giggling as she spoke. “You destroyed the sorcerers that held you in chains, and the people now see you as a villain for it. And they’re now looking for you…”

“I know,” Alfred answered, and fell silent for a few moments. “Either way, do you know what happened with the family I left behind in Juneau?”

“Relocated to the city where I hold jurisdiction," the Joygiver replied, sprinkling magical glitter that coalesced into a scenery of the other Gunthers doing business as usual in what looked like to be an island. "The Cabal cannot move in Puerto Rico. I will make sure of it, so you need not worry. But I wonder what you'll do now. Those sorcerers might not be able to chase your family, but if you go to them, my compatriots and other heroes will surely know to hunt you as well."

"Perhaps you can finish what you started."

Summer Blaze, ever the pyromaniac, came down upon the immaculate wooden flooring, which was unharmed by her flaming form. "It is what you want, after all. They threatened your family and your friends. Not that the rest of us should be involved, but yeah."

Alfred shrugged. That is indeed what he and the Frostbite wanted. In some places, those duplicitous sorcerers, who stole vast portions of Dominus Astra's energy to create the other phoenixes, have sunken their claws deep into civil governance. He was already seen as a villain, and no amount of public explanations will change that. He will just have to live it out.
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The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Constellation

Date/Time: November 11th, 2022. 6:13 PM.

Location(s): Redline PRT Headquarters

Oh, hell no.

Thelonious scrambled out of the taxi, still unable to believe that he got late for the first day of actually going out as one of those kids in the Ward Program. This was one of the better things that had happened in his life so far, and somehow, he couldn't get wake up early enough just to get here on time. The exact situation that surrounded the whole affair of oversleeping was a bit inane, and yet at the same time a bit believable, given that Thelonious was just a 17 year old kid, albeit one that could make orbs of starlight at a whim. Truth is, the newly installed air-conditioner did its job too well, and he slept as sound as a baby, as the cold air kept him pretty drowsy and very comfortable in his sleep. When he woke up, he felt like one of those animals that just emerged from a frigid winter into the resplendent glory of spring; groggy, absolutely slow, and positively still wanting for more. To make matters worse, his own parents had pretty much forgotten to remind him the day before, so it was in the middle of having breakfast that he realized that he had to go to the PRT headquarters at this particular time, instead of the usual times.

"Hopefully they don't get too mad at me for being a little late in here." Thelonious muttered to himself as he walked up the sidewalk and into the entrance of the headquarters. The building was a pretty imposing structure, easily distinguished from the other structures around it. Of course it was, since it housed the people with the most important jobs in this whole town. Protecting the people from rogue parahumans and villains was quite the burden to bear, and something that should demand proper payment and recognition. At least they are supposed to.

Stepping inside the building proper, Thelonious finally got to the reception desk, which had this nice lady on, just like almost every reception he could remember. "I'm a concerned citizen. I'm here to hand over a sapient angry tinkertech sugar ant that I found twerking."

"You're late," the lady said, smirking slightly. "Alright, go on in."

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Sure enough, Thelonious walked through the hallways.. and heard the voice of the director filtering in from his office. Apparently they were having the briefing of the situation now?! Oh this is bad, very bad!

Thelonious, or as the more formalistic know him, Constellation, half walked, and half stumbled into the doorway. "I am... so sorry," Thelonious said, his voice quivering. "Am I not too late?..."

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Thelonious Kastrati

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"The stars weep for you. Just kidding, I already forgot your name."

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Name: Thelonious Kastrati

Alias: Constellation

Nicknames: Thelony

Age: 17

Gender: A boi

Personality: Thelonious is somewhat awkward, with a pretty quiet disposition and a few words. He is noted to be highly enamored by ‘cute, fluffy animals’, and possesses a keen sense of intuition of trustworthiness. Thelonious is pretty protective of those folks he happens to like, though those that he had a bad experience of could expect to be suddenly abandoned in the middle of a fight.

Aside from that, Thelonious is incredibly petty. Ruin his day, or his property? He’ll do the same, but he’ll try to make it a bit worse for whoever pissed on his parade. He is pretty much the embodiment of karma in this regard; actions will come back around, so better be nice to the guy, or else you’ll find yourself randomly inconvenienced by small, but infuriating things. Rule of thumb with Thelonious, then, is that he always returns to sender.

Appearance:

My Hider

Thelonious is 5’3” in height, with markedly Caucasian features, though he gravitates to the somewhat tanner side. His pupils are amber in color, accompanied by black framed glasses. His clothing choices usually gravitate around cloaks and other comfortable, flowing garments. Apparently, he sees it as ‘liberating’. The flat cap seems to be a favorite of his whenever he doesn’t have to use the Cape costume.


As a Cape, he uses a suit that is shielded from the effects of his own stars, such as bright flashes and radiation. The cape on his back has a star pattern on it, which seamlessly blends into the starry sky at night. The vital areas are covered by protective kevlar, while a high grade helmet with a wide visor keeps his head safe. Overall, it is quite comfortable to be in, just as he prefers all clothes to be. It is not the most mobile of outfits, but it serves its purpose.

Biography: Thelonious wasn’t from Redline originally. Nor was he originally a citizen of the United States, either. His earliest memories, at least as far as he is willing to admit, traces back to their apartment in the city of Pristina, Kosovo, as the firstborn son of Selim and Jelena Kastrati. He was not born as ‘Thelonious’ either, but as Valon Kastrati. That is all long behind him, however.

Either way, Thelonious doesn’t remember all too much of his home country, as his family left it when he was five years old due to the highly volatile situation that it was in. They first arrived in New York City, and then moved up further north into Maine, where they finally settled down, somewhat. There, they all changed their first names, though they kept the surname that they had back in Kosovo. Now, though, they faced a whole new world.

As a child, he had the dream of becoming an astronaut, and reaching out towards the stars. Every night, he would look through the telescope, thinking of impossible dreams as typical for someone of such a young age. He knew every famous star and constellation, recognizing them as they shone in the night sky. Thelonious, as he was called since then, had quite a few difficulties with the English language, and was as such bullied for it in school, though that was simply the first reason. Other causes arose, namely because of his lack of aptitude for sports, and other generic reasons. He was passive though, and simply took it without telling anyone else, as he knew he couldn't fight back against the likes of them. Not like this. He would just get beaten even more. To make matters worse, his mother had been feeling unwell a lot of the time, but she always said that it was just her getting tired at work, which just made Thelonious worry to the point of being nearly physically sick. It seemed that the sorry state of everything was going to stay that way for a very long time.

One day, however, everything changed. Thelonious' mother had fallen ill. All those headaches weren’t just from the stress of work; it was a brain tumour. Alas, they didn't have the money to pay for the medication/medical bills to aid with her situation. She was, in all respects, dying.

In desperation, Thelonious’ father and uncle went to a dangerous, but deceptively friendly connection. They did not know what price they might pay in the process of getting the funds they required, but surely any sacrifice was worth it, if only her life was saved? By this point, Thelonious’ mother’s cancer was close to getting to a terminal stage, and there was little time left before it would begin to be difficult to dislodge.

That connection that they went to, it turned out, was a group for organized crime, who had them meet outside at night, where the Milky Way itself was visible in the sky. They were apparently willing to provide the money that the Kastratis needed, if only they would do something in return. That something, however, was heinous in its nature. Murderous, even. The boss wanted someone dead, and the assassination was their price. Thelonious father and uncle balked at this. They had expected something that would involve them and themselves alone, but it now seemed that this would be a life for a life. Now that they know who was the target, though, they cannot leave. Not until they say yes to the deal.

And so, the gangsters took hold of Thelonious’ father and uncle, and began to beat them to submission. The crime lord made him watch, forcibly keeping his eyes open even as he tried to look away. Here, he felt rage, and chaos. Rage at his father for believing that it was a good idea to plead the mafia for aid. Rage at the mafia for what they were now doing, and what they would make them do in exchange for a promise they may never carry out. He managed to close his eyes shut, if only for a moment, and heard only the chaos from his surroundings; the laughing of vicious thugs, the cries of pain, the sounds of blunt implements impacting against flesh. Rage. Disorder. They were all his to bear.

At that moment, an entity that skirted in the dimensions far above the ken of mortal perceptions found a suitable vessel. A shard unraveled, and in a split second, Thelonious was enlightened. He could now create the shiniest of lights, the fiercest of flames. And so, instead of his family being the victims that night, the gangsters were annihilated. Orbs of starlight blinded them, before searing hot orbs set clothing and flesh alight. The chaotic constellation that ensued wiped out the gangsters, purging them from the face of the earth. The gang were all dead, and the Kastrati clan still lived. The money, which had been in a suitcase as a fleeting proof of the deal they could have made, was now theirs for the taking. His mother will live, but at what cost?

Later in the morning, as the Kastratis recovered and spoke to one another about the events of last night, the PRT showed up at their door. PRT investigations found traces of ionized gas within the area of concern, as well as charred bodies belonging to some of the most notorious gangsters in the state. Investigations pinpointed just who these gangsters were supposed to meet at the night, which led them to this moment. It was clear, however, that Thelonious cannot remain in regular society like this. His parents were somewhat resistant to the idea that their only child is to go away from them, but they relented after about a week as the ultimatum became heavier. In exchange for around the clock protection for them, Thelonious was to enter the Wards Program.

Powers:

Cosmogenesis (Blaster 6): Thelonious produces and channels plasma energy. He is as such able to create and maintain up to four miniature stars at a given time, with three distinct modes that operate in a sliding scale of heat and light. They can move at around 7 to 8 meters per second, with any turns requiring pauses in movement.

Mode 1 (Searing Star): Capable of melting through most metals, as well as turning sand into glass at physical contact. By far the dimmest, but the most potent in terms of destructive potential. These can immolate most materials that they may come across.

Mode 2 (Blinding Star): Little to no destructive capability, but the brightness emanating when it is created acts as a powerful flashbang, temporarily disorienting and blinding those who had not protected their eyes.

Mode 3 (Main Sequence): Seemingly unremarkable, these main sequence stars, as he calls them, are able to sear wood and stone, and can be difficult to look at for prolonged periods. This is the foundation from which the other two derive from in their creation.

Skills: When he was still unpowered, Thelonious was noted to be a great painter.
Other: No girlfriend since birth, sadly.

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Thelonious Kastrati

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"The stars weep for you. Just kidding, I already forgot your name."

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Name: Thelonious Kastrati

Alias: Constellation

Nicknames: Thelony

Age: 17

Gender: A boi

Personality: Thelonious is somewhat awkward, with a pretty quiet disposition and a few words. He is noted to be highly enamored by ‘cute, fluffy animals’, and possesses a keen sense of intuition of trustworthiness. Thelonious is pretty protective of those folks he happens to like, though those that he had a bad experience of could expect to be suddenly abandoned in the middle of a fight.

Aside from that, Thelonious is incredibly petty. Ruin his day, or his property? He’ll do the same, but he’ll try to make it a bit worse for whoever pissed on his parade. He is pretty much the embodiment of karma in this regard; actions will come back around, so better be nice to the guy, or else you’ll find yourself randomly inconvenienced by small, but infuriating things. Rule of thumb with Thelonious, then, is that he always returns to sender.

Appearance:

My Hider

Thelonious is 5’3” in height, with markedly Caucasian features, though he gravitates to the somewhat tanner side. His pupils are amber in color, accompanied by black framed glasses. His clothing choices usually gravitate around cloaks and other comfortable, flowing garments. Apparently, he sees it as ‘liberating’. The flat cap seems to be a favorite of his whenever he doesn’t have to use the Cape costume.


As a Cape, he uses a suit that is shielded from the effects of his own stars, such as bright flashes and radiation. The cape on his back has a star pattern on it, which seamlessly blends into the starry sky at night. The vital areas are covered by protective kevlar, while a high grade helmet with a wide visor keeps his head safe. Overall, it is quite comfortable to be in, just as he prefers all clothes to be. It is not the most mobile of outfits, but it serves its purpose.

Biography: Thelonious wasn’t from Redline originally. Nor was he originally a citizen of the United States, either. His earliest memories, at least as far as he is willing to admit, traces back to their apartment in the city of Pristina, Kosovo. He was not born as ‘Thelonious’ either, but he either doesn't remember or isn't willing to tell what the previous name was back then.

Either way, Thelonious doesn’t remember all too much of his home country, as his family left it when he was five years old due to the highly volatile situation that it was in. They first arrived in New York City, and then moved up further north into Maine, where they finally settled down, somewhat. There, they all changed their first names, though they kept the surname that they had back in Kosovo. Now, though, they faced a whole new world.

Thelonious, as he was called since then, had quite a few difficulties with the English language, and was as such bullied for it in school, though that was simply the first reason. Other causes arose, namely because of his lack of aptitude for sports, and other generic reasons. As a child, he had the dream of becoming an astronaut, and reaching out towards the stars. Every night, he would look through the telescope, thinking of impossible dreams as typical for someone of such a young age.

In school, though, the torment continued. He was a passive one, and simply took it without telling anyone else, as he knew he couldn't fight back against the likes of them. Not like this. He would just get beaten even more. At the very least, his one and only friend shared in that misery, so Thelonious wasn’t alone in all that. Even so, he secretly harbored plans of bitter revenge. He had coincidentally watched ‘Carrie’, and wondered if that could be done in real life. Parahumans were a thing, after all. He heard that the valedictorian of the high school he was now going to was one of those so-called Thinkers. Maybe he too was a Parahuman that just needed… what was it, a Trigger Event?

It took a while, though. He devised ways to ruin the day of his oppressors without drawing too much attention to himself, such as secretly placing laxatives in their drinks. It was the least he could do to avenge himself and his friend, who had unfortunately been away from Redline. This was a rigged battle from the very start, as he was up against the misbegotten offspring of high officials. Money and influence, it seemed, had its way in these halls.

One day, however, everything changed. Thelonious' mother had fallen ill, but they didn't have the money to pay for the medication/medical bills to aid with her situation. She was, in all respects, dying.

Thus, Thelonious' father and uncle, along with an older cousin, went to some dangerous connections, gangsters, whatever, to make a deal to get the money for his mom's medication and bills. They don't know the price, but as they arrive, the negotiations begin. His father leads, telling them what they're asking for. Thelonious and his family members are surrounded in that grassy field, with the clear starry night sky up ahead.

His father asks what they'll need to trade in exchange for the money. The mobsters grin and give some suggestions, all business. Some of the thugs around them jeer or try to intimidate them almost playfully. His father, however, is unable to afford any of the prices and says so. The mobster smiles and says something like 'well, looks like you'll have to trade some lives for your wife.' He gestures and the gangsters close in on the family. His uncle resists, but is beaten to a pulp. The mobster meets Thelonious' eyes with a sinister grin, as if to say 'you're next.'

Thelonious felt unbridled rage because of the terrible situation they're in. He was angry at his father for such poor decisions, and at these horrible people. At once the tension is extremely high, violence abounds, but he can't keep track of all the thugs. He triggers as his anger and the chaos of the situation totally overpowers him, blotting out his senses--and indeed his sense of reason.

At that moment, an entity found a suitable vessel. The shard unraveled, and Thelonious was enlightened. He could now create the shiniest of lights, the fiercest of flames. And so, instead of them being the victims that night, the invaders became cowering insects. Orbs of starlight blinded them, before searing hot orbs set clothing and flesh alight. The chaotic constellation that ensued wiped out the gangsters, purging them from the face of the earth. The gang were all dead, and the Kastrati clan yet lived.

Later in the morning, as the Kastratis recovered and spoke to one another about the events of last night, the PRT showed up at their door. PRT investigations found traces of ionized gas within the area of concern, as well as charred bodies belonging to some of the most notorious gangsters in the state. Investigations pinpointed just who these gangsters were supposed to meet at the night, which led them to this moment. It was clear, however, that Thelonious cannot remain in regular society like this. His parents were somewhat resistant to the idea that their only child is to go away from them, but they relented after about a week as the ultimatum became heavier. In exchange for around the clock protection for them, Thelonious was to enter the Wards Program. Knowing what he wielded, he may get tempted to explode the bullies the next time if he sees them.

Powers:

Cosmogenesis (Blaster 6): Thelonious produces and channels plasma energy. He is as such able to create and maintain up to four miniature stars at a given time, with three distinct modes that operate in a sliding scale of heat and light. They can move at around 7 to 8 meters per second, with any turns requiring pauses in movement.

Mode 1 (Searing Star): Capable of melting through most metals, as well as turning sand into glass at physical contact. By far the dimmest, but the most potent in terms of destructive potential. These can immolate most materials that they may come across.

Mode 2 (Blinding Star): Little to no destructive capability, but the brightness emanating when it is created acts as a powerful flashbang, temporarily disorienting and blinding those who had not protected their eyes.

Mode 3 (Main Sequence): Seemingly unremarkable, these main sequence stars, as he calls them, are able to sear wood and stone, and can be difficult to look at for prolonged periods. This is the foundation from which the other two derive from in their creation.

Skills: When he was still unpowered, Thelonious was noted to be a great painter.
Other: No girlfriend since birth, sadly.

Updated

@The Man Emperor

Final (hopefully) update lewl

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

<Snipped quote by The Man Emperor>

Hm...Without saying too much about the new variation we have here (and there are some issues, I'm afraid), but how much do you know about Trigger Events and the classifications, Emperor? Because it feels like you don't, and if that's the case, I'd be happy to help clear up any confusions to ensure a clear picture on things.

@Mintz

Not too much, it's just that I've been in a different Wormverse RP before. I know Trigger Events are traumatic, but how related the event itself has to the powers themselves isn't clear to me, as the OP of that other RP didn't really clarify it.

Also can I just add you in Discord, so that communication/discussion about the app and its issues is easier rather than back and forths with an hour in between them lol

Edit: So I revisited that old RP, as well as looked upon the Wormverse wiki. It had been quite a long time, but I had edited the app accordingly again. Hopefully it is better now.

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Thelonious Kastrati

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"The stars weep for you. Just kidding, I already forgot your name."

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Name: Thelonious Kastrati

Alias: Constellation

Nicknames: Thelony

Age: 17

Gender: A boi

Personality: Thelonious is somewhat awkward, with a pretty quiet disposition and a few words. He is noted to be highly enamored by ‘cute, fluffy animals’, and possesses a keen sense of intuition of trustworthiness. Thelonious is pretty protective of those folks he happens to like, though those that he had a bad experience of could expect to be suddenly abandoned in the middle of a fight.

Aside from that, Thelonious is incredibly petty. Ruin his day, or his property? He’ll do the same, but he’ll try to make it a bit worse for whoever pissed on his parade. He is pretty much the embodiment of karma in this regard; actions will come back around, so better be nice to the guy, or else you’ll find yourself randomly inconvenienced by small, but infuriating things. Rule of thumb with Thelonious, then, is that he always returns to sender.

Appearance:

My Hider

Thelonious is 5’3” in height, with markedly Caucasian features, though he gravitates to the somewhat tanner side. His pupils are amber in color, accompanied by black framed glasses. His clothing choices usually gravitate around cloaks and other comfortable, flowing garments. Apparently, he sees it as ‘liberating’. The flat cap seems to be a favorite of his whenever he doesn’t have to use the Cape costume.


As a Cape, he uses a suit that is shielded from the effects of his own stars, such as bright flashes and radiation. The cape on his back has a star pattern on it, which seamlessly blends into the starry sky at night. The vital areas are covered by protective kevlar, while a high grade helmet with a wide visor keeps his head safe. Overall, it is quite comfortable to be in, just as he prefers all clothes to be. It is not the most mobile of outfits, but it serves its purpose.

Biography: Thelonious wasn’t from Redline originally. Nor was he originally a citizen of the United States, either. His earliest memories, at least as far as he is willing to admit, traces back to their apartment in the city of Pristina, Kosovo, as the firstborn son of Selim and Jelena Kastrati. He was not born as ‘Thelonious’ either, but as Valon Kastrati. That is all long behind him, however.

Either way, Thelonious doesn’t remember all too much of his home country, as his family left it when he was five years old due to the highly volatile situation that it was in. They first arrived in New York City, and then moved up further north into Maine, where they finally settled down, somewhat. There, they all changed their first names, though they kept the surname that they had back in Kosovo. Now, though, they faced a whole new world.

As a child, he had the dream of becoming an astronaut, and reaching out towards the stars. Every night, he would look through the telescope, thinking of impossible dreams as typical for someone of such a young age. He knew every famous star and constellation, recognizing them as they shone in the night sky. Thelonious, as he was called since then, had quite a few difficulties with the English language, and was as such bullied for it in school, though that was simply the first reason. Other causes arose, namely because of his lack of aptitude for sports, and other generic reasons. He was passive though, and simply took it without telling anyone else, as he knew he couldn't fight back against the likes of them. Not like this. He would just get beaten even more. To make matters worse, his mother had been feeling unwell a lot of the time, but she always said that it was just her getting tired at work, which just made Thelonious worry to the point of being nearly physically sick. It seemed that the sorry state of everything was going to stay that way for a very long time.

One day, however, everything changed. Thelonious' mother had fallen ill. All those headaches weren’t just from the stress of work; it was a brain tumour. Alas, they didn't have the money to pay for the medication/medical bills to aid with her situation. She was, in all respects, dying.

In desperation, Thelonious’ father and uncle went to a dangerous, but deceptively friendly connection. They did not know what price they might pay in the process of getting the funds they required, but surely any sacrifice was worth it, if only her life was saved? By this point, Thelonious’ mother’s cancer was close to getting to a terminal stage, and there was little time left before it would begin to be difficult to dislodge.

That connection that they went to, it turned out, was a group for organized crime, who had them meet outside at night, where the Milky Way itself was visible in the sky. They were apparently willing to provide the money that the Kastratis needed, if only they would do something in return. That something, however, was heinous in its nature. Murderous, even. The boss wanted someone dead, and the assassination was their price. Thelonious father and uncle balked at this. They had expected something that would involve them and themselves alone, but it now seemed that this would be a life for a life. Now that they know who was the target, though, they cannot leave. Not until they say yes to the deal.

And so, the gangsters took hold of Thelonious’ father and uncle, and began to beat them to submission. The crime lord made him watch, forcibly keeping his eyes open even as he tried to look away. Here, he felt rage, and chaos. Rage at his father for believing that it was a good idea to plead the mafia for aid. Rage at the mafia for what they were now doing, and what they would make them do in exchange for a promise they may never carry out. He managed to close his eyes shut, if only for a moment, and heard only the chaos from his surroundings; the laughing of vicious thugs, the cries of pain, the sounds of blunt implements impacting against flesh. Rage. Disorder. They were all his to bear.

At that moment, an entity that skirted in the dimensions far above the ken of mortal perceptions found a suitable vessel. A shard unraveled, and in a split second, Thelonious was enlightened. He could now create the shiniest of lights, the fiercest of flames. And so, instead of his family being the victims that night, the gangsters were annihilated. Orbs of starlight blinded them, before searing hot orbs set clothing and flesh alight. The chaotic constellation that ensued wiped out the gangsters, purging them from the face of the earth. The gang were all dead, and the Kastrati clan still lived. The money, which had been in a suitcase as a fleeting proof of the deal they could have made, was now theirs for the taking. His mother will live, but at what cost?

Later in the morning, as the Kastratis recovered and spoke to one another about the events of last night, the PRT showed up at their door. PRT investigations found traces of ionized gas within the area of concern, as well as charred bodies belonging to some of the most notorious gangsters in the state. Investigations pinpointed just who these gangsters were supposed to meet at the night, which led them to this moment. It was clear, however, that Thelonious cannot remain in regular society like this. His parents were somewhat resistant to the idea that their only child is to go away from them, but they relented after about a week as the ultimatum became heavier. In exchange for around the clock protection for them, Thelonious was to enter the Wards Program.

Powers:

Cosmogenesis (Blaster 6): Thelonious produces and channels plasma energy. He is as such able to create and maintain up to four miniature stars at a given time, with three distinct modes that operate in a sliding scale of heat and light. They can move at around 7 to 8 meters per second, with any turns requiring pauses in movement.

Mode 1 (Searing Star): Capable of melting through most metals, as well as turning sand into glass at physical contact. By far the dimmest, but the most potent in terms of destructive potential. These can immolate most materials that they may come across.

Mode 2 (Blinding Star): Little to no destructive capability, but the brightness emanating when it is created acts as a powerful flashbang, temporarily disorienting and blinding those who had not protected their eyes.

Mode 3 (Main Sequence): Seemingly unremarkable, these main sequence stars, as he calls them, are able to sear wood and stone, and can be difficult to look at for prolonged periods. This is the foundation from which the other two derive from in their creation.

Skills: When he was still unpowered, Thelonious was noted to be a great painter.
Other: No girlfriend since birth, sadly.

Updated

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

@The Man Emperor

@Mintz and I have gone over the profile and have a few things we would like to see change and get clarification on before being able to accept your profile. We would be glad to work with you to figure out a direction you want to go in while keeping it within the world that has been created.

1: We would really appreciate a written description in the Appearance section. I know this might seem redundant but this allows us to get a feel on what your character likes to wear, how they view certain things, if there is anything particularly valuable to the character, and so on. Please look in the character tab for examples if you are unsure.

2: We are confused about the memory-altering of the father in the background. It feels a bit out of place and doesn’t seem necessary. We would like a bit more clarification on it and to see if there is any possible hidden importance on why that section is needed. We aren’t saying no yet but we just would like to know some of the reasoning as it feels abruptly placed in.

3: The Trigger event of this character is kept too vague for our liking. It is vague enough that we literally can't say in good faith that his Power fits the Trigger. If you could provide more detail or let us know if there is some hidden element we are missing that would really be helpful. We are also confused by the fact that it sounds like they ended up in a forest but Redline is a coastal city. We ask this because something that big (dragon form) leaving the city would have been a huge red flag so we need a bit more detail.

4: The Power has a lot going on and with such a vague Trigger it’s hard to know where to really start. We understand that subclasses exist but those are a direct correlation to a power and not so much additions to a power. Also, these powers all together contain almost half the classifications. It doesn’t seem to hold a deep reason other than playing to the dragon aesthetic which is where there is a problem if that is all that you are going for with the subclasses. That being said, some of the powers listed could be powers in their own right which is concerning as we are leaning towards overpowered. We can obviously work together to keep the aesthetic you are going for but fitting more for a Changer.

5: One of the aspects of the powers that we are flat out denying at this time is the ability to change into any animal. This is just not how Changers work as they are mostly bound to a single alternate form.

I hope you understand our points and are open to the corrections we have requested. We look forward to seeing the updates and again, are more than happy to work with you to get this so we can fully accept.

@Akayaofthemoon

Okay. I'll do those today~

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story

Thelonious Kastrati, the Ashen Drake

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"I can turn into a dragon that eats molten rocks. Your villain monologue is invalid."

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Name: Thelonious Kastrati

Alias: Ashen Drake

Nicknames: Thelony

Age: 17

Gender: A boi

Personality: Thelonious is somewhat awkward, with a pretty quiet disposition and a few words. He is noted to be highly enamored by ‘cute, fluffy animals’, and possesses a keen sense of intuition of trustworthiness. Thelonious is pretty protective of those folks he happens to like, though those that he had a bad experience of could expect to be suddenly abandoned in the middle of a fight.

Aside from that, Thelonious is incredibly petty. Ruin his day, or his property? He’ll do the same, but he’ll try to make it a bit worse for whoever pissed on his parade. He is pretty much the embodiment of karma in this regard; actions will come back around, so better be nice to the guy, or else you’ll find yourself randomly inconvenienced by small, but infuriating things. Rule of thumb with Thelonious, then, is that he always returns to sender.

Appearance:

As a person

He is 5’3” in height. His pupils are green in color, while his clothing choices usually gravitate around cloaks and other comfortable, flowing garments. Apparently, he sees it as ‘liberating’.

Transformed

As the Ashen Drake, he becomes around 10 feet in length from nose to tail.

Biography: Thelonious wasn’t from Redline originally. Nor was he originally a citizen of the United States, either. His earliest memories, at least as far as he is willing to admit, traces back to their apartment in the city of Pristina, Kosovo. He was not born as ‘Thelonious’ either, but this detail is no longer within his memories. He only knows himself as his current, modern name; a suspicious detail that could be chalked up to a deliberate memory alteration at an early age. It would seem that his father, who shall be discussed later on, had quite a hand in these missing segments of Thelon’s memories.

Either way, Thelonious doesn’t remember all too much of his home country, as his family left it when he was five years old due to the highly volatile situation that it was in. They first arrived in New York City, and then moved up further north into Maine, where they finally settled down, somewhat. There, they all changed their first names, though they kept the surname that they had back in Kosovo. Now, though, they faced a whole new world.

Thelonious, as he was called since then, had quite a few difficulties with the English language, and was as such bullied for it in school, though that was simply the first reason. Other causes arose, namely because of his lack of aptitude for sports, and other generic reasons.

During that time, however, he was a passive one, and simply took it without telling anyone else, as he knew he couldn't fight back against the likes of them. Not like this. He would just get beaten even more. At the very least, his one and only friend shared in that misery, so Thelonious wasn’t alone in all that. Even so, he secretly harbored plans of bitter revenge. He had coincidentally watched ‘Carrie’, and wondered if that could be done in real life. Parahumans were a thing, after all. He heard that the valedictorian of the high school he was now going to was one of those so-called Thinkers. Maybe he too was a Parahuman that just needed… what was it, a Trigger Event?

Ridiculous, Thelonious thought at first. He had been consistently bullied and mistreated through elementary and high school, why hadn’t he been triggered?

Truth be told, however, he just needed another push. That group of bullies, who had shoved him into the locker the other day, had a chance meeting with him at a random moment of the day, a random walk. There, they did other indescribable things… but that was the last straw that broke the camel’s back, and brought out the beast within.

During all this time, a voice had been gnawing into the back of his mind. A dark side, one that wanted to take out all that rage and frustration towards those that caused it. And so it was unleashed.

Details after that are scant, but apparently, several high schoolers were very nearly devoured by a parahuman in the form of a dragon, its rage stayed in time by a silent conscience. It flew away to skulk in the forest, but the person that had been its source was identified by the PRT, and his parents were contacted by that same organization, as an investigation of those events found out what had happened in the background. As for the former bullies, their minds were later found to be hollowed out, turned into blank slates. Who did that is still a mystery to this day, though PRT thinks it is Thelonious’ dad, a powerful but otherwise passive telepath that lives a normal life.

Thelonious, meanwhile, was sent to the Wards Program. If he is to be a functioning member of society, he has to go through all this. Well, anything’s better than what he had now.

Powers:

Draconic Transformation (Breaker/Changer 6; ): He is able to transform into a draconic creature at will, somewhat reminiscent of those from European myth. Theoretically, he may assume any animalistic form he wishes, but this appearance has been the norm for so long that it may as well be the only one, since it has been deeply imprinted into his mind. The resultant form measures at around ten feet in length, with descriptions ranging from it having gray scales, stark white eyes, and long fangs, to reddish scales and amber eyes. It seems that the exterior appearance often varies, though the general shape remains consistent. In this state, the rest of his abilities become available. The Ashen Drake, as it is called, is able to swallow someone whole; this simply holds them inside for vomiting later on, as the creature does not possess a digestive tract, rather having a single cavity for storage. It also possesses razor sharp claws and teeth, and its scales are highly resistant to small arms fire. However, hitting the same spot repeatedly is sure to penetrate and cause damage.

He is able to exit this form whenever he wishes as long as anything still remaining within the form’s stomach is expelled, and he retains all clothing and items that he had beforehand.

Flight (Mover 5): Upon transformation, Thelonious is able to take flight with the flight speed of a helicopter.

Pyroclastics (Blaster/Shaker 6): Upon assuming a different form, Thelonious is able to turn nearby rock within 5 feet into molten lava. He is able to telekinetically manipulate lava, and he can also devour it in order to spit it out later on, with a range of 20 feet.

A side-effect of this ability is that he is immune to damage from fire and heat, whether or not transformed.

Skills: When he was still unpowered, Thelonious was noted to be a great painter.
Other: no girlfriend since birth.