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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Silvan Haven, @Crimmy, @Plank Sinatra, @HereComesTheSnow

Float on

This was another part of our relationship. It was kind of like this complimenting insulting love. But it was completely unique to Gratia. It was just kind of the way she spoke. Probably because her family was so polite.

“Alright, sure.” I said, opening the door allowing Gratia to enter the room and leading her back to my bed, which I saw down on.

“Everything okay?” I asked, I knew it was stupid as soon as the words escaped my lips. But there it was, floating through the aether. It wrung out through the room. She was fine. I knew that. She knew that.

It wasn’t Gratia that needed a rescue party.

It was me.

I brushed my hair out of my eyes as they glistened just the slightest amount. “What’s wrong?” I said stopping myself short from continuing that line of questioning. My unsteady eyes watched Gratia, as hard as it was to hear her words when I was feeling this vulnerable, it was cathartic in a way.

I braced myself for impact.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Silvan Haven, @Crimmy, @Plank Sinatra, @HereComesTheSnow

Float on

Shit.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I quickly ran to some pajama pants I had thrown on the floor, I’m sure my intentions at some point were to wear them. Jumping into them and beginning to pull them up I ran towards the door, but my leg hesitated before I had realized I was already heading straight for the ground.

thud

Ow.

Owwwwww.

Rolling over onto my wings.

Wings Bianca.

You can fly again you idiot.

Sighing deeply I pulled my pants up and over my bum and moved to the door groaning. I opened it to reveal my former teammate Gratia.

It was hard to put into words what we had, her and I. Honestly, I loved it. I knew she had my back, even more so sometimes than Estelle and my father. But others had a hard time placing Gratia’s affection. She was tough on everyone and she didn’t pull punches. But for whatever reason she was always there for me. I’m still not sure the inherent value she sees in my life, but honestly, I’ve always been thankful for it. It makes me feel more elite than any kind of wealth could. Like I had an impenetrable shield, or something like that.

I opened the door just a small amount, stopping it at my shoulder. Hopefully that way she wouldn’t be able to make out too much about my face, given the dark room.

“Hey Gratia, couldn’t sleep?” I asked in a soothing voice.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Location: Apartment above Ringo's --> Outside of Simone's
Interacting With: | No one |
♪♪

Noel awoke feeling somewhat groggy. As her heavy eyelids finally relented and opened up she was met with sunlight searing her poor eyes. Groaning and reaching blindly for a nearby blanket she rolled over, doing her best imitation of a burrito.

Her phone chirped on her bedside table, wanting attention.

“No.” She said quietly from beneath the covers, wishing she could just turn her ears off.

Once more it sprang to life, threatening to fall off the desk.

“Ugh.” Noel reached out towards the desk and managed to grasp her phone, letting her arm go limp as the phone happily buzzed in her hand once more. “What do you want?” She said quietly bringing her hand back under the covers where it was warm. The phone illuminated the space and revealed a few missed calls and about ten texts.

Holy… Have you seen Main Street?

Hey, just saw Main Street, you good?

Don’t come to work today, Main Street cleanup is insane.

You live near MS, right? Do I need to worry?

What happened last night? I have like a hundred texts.

Noel groggily pushed her phone underneath her pillow and pushed her face directly into it. Screaming a little before kick her legs.

It was time to get up Noel. Put a smile on.

She threw her covers off, rolling out of bed and barely landing on her feet. Sauntering slowly over to the bathroom mirror she grabbed a toothbrush and got to work brushing her teeth. She knew she was tired because at one point she had avoided eye contact with herself.

She glanced down at the sink as she turned the faucet off and realized she knew it was sunny. Sure enough, opening the small window showed that she was in fact right. That was what? The third or fourth day in a row now?

Weird.

Weirder yet was that she knew there was a storm coming. She opened the mirror revealing some medication among other things. She closed the small cabinet and caught herself shaking. She took a second to wonder why that was and found that she felt… Nervous?

That was strange. It was a day off, nothing had really happened that she could change about the storm. Was it the storm she thought was coming? Why would a storm make her nervous? She was usually pretty excited about that kind of thing as long as the town was prepared enough for it.

She shrugged it off, however. Making her way down to her living room she snagged a button up flannel shirt.

“You’ve only been worn once.” She cooed happily buttoning it up. She found some leggings that looked similarly relatively clean and squeezed into them before making her way down the steps of her apartment. She lived in a small single bedroom apartment above Ringo’s. It was nice enough, even if it was a little sketchy getting in her door on some of the busier nights.

As soon as Noel made her way out the door she found it was busier than any day before. This wasn’t like when the playoffs were going on and some guys were outside smoking and calling her out. This was like a parade for the president. Except the energy of the crowd was kind of… Off.

There seemed to be a lot of uncertainty. A lot of bad feelings going around. She noticed that her boss was outside of the Permanent Record, across the road from where she lived. But she decided that since he had given her the day off, she’d be taking it. She gave him a small wave and he returned it, but he seemed busy with the cops, it seemed like the cops were going to be really busy today. All the windows she passed seemed to be broken. But she got the feeling that it couldn’t have been the weather. What with how acutely she had been aware of it recently, she hadn’t been awoken or anything. A strong breeze – even with all of her windows closed, seemed to have woken her up over the past few days.

So this was just… Off?

As Noel walked down Main Street the trend seemed only to continue, she turned down one of the side streets, the kind a tourist wouldn’t know hosted the best coffee in Verona. Giddily her fingers twitched in anticipation as she got in line for the coffee from Simone’s. It was the best in town, and unfortunately with the amount of people who knew that and the amount of people who were out around Main Street right now, she expected a heavy line.

She wasn’t (or, was really) disappointed in that regard as the line had some serious heft to it. After waiting a solid twenty minutes or so Noel finally got some good joe, she always ordered it double-double which every barista who had served her knew that meant two milk, two sugar. Others always looked at her like she was crazy on that one, but she was pretty set in her ways.

She went out to the curb to enjoy the coffee waiting to see what would transpire from all of this. She knew the mayor was going to have to make some kind of comment based on this. She just wasn’t really sure what he was going to say.

‘It seems all the windows on Main Street have pretty perfect holes in them. Must’ve been that crazy storm, huh?’

Wouldn’t really cut it for most folks, she assumed.

For now though, she just watched the cleanup effort. Quietly sipping on her coffee, letting the caffeine take root to stop that incessant shaking in her hands. But even as she down sip after sip, nearly reaching the halfway point, her hands didn’t stop shaking. What was going on in Verona?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Guess Who wait Priscilla's still around as an NPC? Didn't she get bumped off her team when he new wave of applicants came in

@Prince of Seraphs

Priscilla was bumped off her team when her player left and Bianca joined the team. I assume you're referring to the new wave of applicants that has been joining within the last few months? In that case, no, this happened probably 3-5 months ago.

Snow is frustruated becaused this is the third time this question or one similar to it involving JCBL/JCPL were asked within the past month. It can be frustrusating, and I assume you'd be frustruated as well if a co-gm was constantly questioning where Sapphire was in the main cast or her roll.

That's all.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Noel Beauchamp

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● N A M E ●

Nöel Barbara Beauchamp.

● A G E ●

22

● G E N D E R ●

Female

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

Tattoo artist.

● L O O K S ●

Noel has a ton of tattoos, which is probably the most notable thing about her. Most of both of her arms are covered. She also has a few outer thigh tattoos along with a large coat of arms on her back. When one looks at Noel, they see someone who is incredibly jubilant. She is always smiling, always laughing. If someone were to catch Noel when she was on her own they might catch her at one of the only times she isn’t smiling. Typically, when she doesn’t have someone else to bounce off of, she internalizes everything and catches herself having full conversations with herself, explaining her course of action and what is going to happen next.

While her wardrobe is too varied to go into great detail about, a few notable elements of it come to mind. She is very rarely found wearing tight clothing, opting more towards baggy large sweaters/coats and loose fitting tank tops. The only real exception to this is shorts and jeans, but she is no stranger to the nice pair of sweatpants either.

She stands around five feet and four inches and is rather small, but she makes up for it in her energy.

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● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

Skin deep – Noel seems to be someone who couldn’t be kept down. She was the prom queen of her high school’s senior prom, she was the chairwoman of yearbook, everyone in high school loved her and she got to that point by just being nice, mostly earnest. In high school Noel was just kind of respected. She had most of her tattoos already because she had been dating one of the artists at the parlor for a long time, which in turn gained her a decent amount of respect, especially from her peers. She also knew how to deal with people who would attempt to take her position as queen bee, which is to say she simply accepted them into her friend group. Most of the ended up being so desperate for friends that they’d simply appreciate her kindness.

The main crutch of her position right now is that since high school ended and everyone parted ways… Noel has kind of not done anything. At first, people came and visited the parlor and it was great. It felt like everyone would always keep Noel in mind. But recently, she’s found herself completely alone. This has left Noel somewhat at odds with herself. She feels many things because of it, but primarily she is simply lonely. She is scared that she peaked in high school and from this point forward the only thing she has going for her is an empty life full of skin deep relationships.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

Noel has had very little experience in romance in her life, but she is a single bisexual girl who is fairly confident in her own body. She isn’t looking for someone to support her, even though it may be what she needs as her confidence in herself, her spirit as it were, is not the best. Ever since the incident Noel has been feeling fairly lost, she doesn’t know where to go from here at all. Thusly, she would be hesitant to start a relationship due to feeling like she would weight someone else down. It would take someone being a very loving and kind person, along with at least a little quirky/funny to spur Noel’s romantic interest.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Noel, as previously mentioned was a fairly popular high school student and someone that always had felt like she garnered respect from most of the people she interacted with and had grown to know. At a very young age her father who was raising her as a single parent taught her how to play the ukulele. He was Hawaiian himself while her mother was French and had been playing the instrument since he too was just a boy. Even from a young age, Noel was always viewed as ‘such a lucky girl’ by her peers.

She get packed left over pizza in her lunch, or get some McDonalds delivered to her on her birthday and it was always something that other kids looked at her jealously about. But her father had always taught her that making a friend with a simple jesture that would only impact Noel for a day or two was always better than keeping whatever she had to herself. Thusly, every birthday she had during grade school she would always let her friends or someone who forgot their lunch have her McDonalds instead. This was the start of Noel’s increasing popularity.

At fourteen, during her ninth grade year Noel had already built a reputation of being exceptionally kind. She always helped others when she could and really sacrificed a lot of moments she could’ve had to bolster those of others. Even when she had her rebellious phase from fifteen to eighteen, she was hardly rebellious at all. She started dating a girl named Cynthia, who worked at the tattoo parlor and did a lot of Noel’s art. But her father was mostly accepting of everything but the age gap between them. Cynthia was eighteen turning nineteen at the time and Noel was barely fifteen.

But she had always been mature for her age. The first real major issue came up when Cynthia broke up with Noel after two and a half years. Just a little before her grade twelve graduation. Cynthia had cited the main reason was because she couldn’t date someone that did so little for herself that she wasn’t sure who Noel was anymore. Noel had been living for others entirely up until this point and had not really taken any time to discover who she was so much so to an almost laughable point. She couldn’t come up with a favourite colour, movie, song, artist. There was nothing individualistic about her.

This was only further pronounced when she graduated and was left with nothing, really. Her grades were slightly below average and she couldn’t get into her first three choices of colleges and thusly took a job as a tattoo artist, having enough of an artistic style to be able to do that at least. But even as the alternative girl working in the tattoo parlor, she felt as though she was doing that simply as a way of proving she was unique. However, all she did was further prove she had no idea what she wanted from life, herself or others in her life.

After the incident, Verona has been a fairly cloudy and Noel can’t help but feel a link to it. She has no idea where she is going or what to do next, but for some reason, she knows the weather. She knows the weather when she’s underground and she’s right. She knows it when she’s asleep or just waking up.

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● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Weather Manipulation

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Ascendant

● A B I L I T I E S ●

Currently, there are two specific things that happen because of this ability. The first, is that Noel is always aware of the weather, she has an acute awareness of when it changes and how long it will take to change. This only applies to the area she is in however. The second is that, passively, the weather is currently changing based on how she feels. She is not aware of this yet, however her mood has very direct correlations as to waht the weather is currently.

Currently there are three potential outcomes for this:

If she is happy it will be sunny and somewhat humid.

If she is feeling lost it will be overcast and windy.

If she is sad it will be raining at about 12-15 mm per hour. Which is classifiably a heavier rain but nothing that could flood or damage crops.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

She has no inherent benefits from her abilities other than optimal picnic planning, especially when she is not under any amount of control of her abilities. At a later state of more control it will take fine precision to not damage the ecosystem however, the weather is a cycle for a reason and messing with that cycle could be like advancing global warming by decades ore centuries.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Marcella Bonaparte

_{”Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.”}
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_{”I’m going to live until I die.”}

● N A M E ●

Marcella Dianne Bonaparte II.

● A G E ●

22

● G E N D E R ●

Female.

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

Receptionist at the Mayor’s office (High School Diploma only).

● L O O K S ●

Marcella has naturally dark brown hair and unassuming if somewhat piercing green eyes. She has a small nose, and a small mouth making her eyes look all the larger. Her face is mostly rounded and soft typically others seem to think she ‘looks nice’. She is commonly found wearing one of two outfits. A more work appropriate blouse and skirt combo, or a much more casual tank top and jeans/yoga pants. She also sports large, over the ear headphones to help drown out noise. She is the type to generally be caught looking over her shoulder and has more than a few fidgety mannerisms, for example: drumming her fingers on the nearest hard surface she can find. She has a small tattoo on her ankle that she regrets from her eighteenth birthday.

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_{“I’m not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”}

● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

To start at a skin deep level, Marcella is a boisterous rather amusing person. Never one to shy away from making a joke or putting herself out there. She is constantly attempting to make friends, but is fairly bad at following through with plans or keeping in touch. As this has been a problem present for most of her life she does not have many friends – but primarily it manifested as an issue for Marcella at the brisk age of ten.

Going a little deeper than that however, it becomes apparent Marcella isn’t leading a very healthy life style. What with the constant cup of joe, bags under her eyes, and always having to ask people to repeat themselves. She is in a constant state of overtiredness much due to her ado with her mediumship. She doesn’t like her ability all that much – although she’d have to be remiss to let you know that. Marcella is very much afraid of more than a few things. The primary situations being death, as every dead voice she’s heard so far has been restless and very much in pain, and commitment. She has no idea how to go about a relationship or loving someone, she barely knows who she is after all. As such, she is horrified by the concept of commitment. The commitment to someone, to help them and be helped by them.

At the end of the day Marcella’s biggest detractor will always be herself. Constantly scolding herself and overanalyzing her interactions with people. Even though it may not be immediately evident or clear to someone she is speaking to at all. The most surprising thing about her interactions is the gross dichotomy of the ‘Marcella’ she presents to others and the one she truly is.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

Aren’t we all looking for love? Marcella isn’t – at least, not yet. She’s gay, single and looking to strictly mingle. She has a huge problem with commitment after all. If you’re thinking of walking down that avenue you should be warned, she’s a mess.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Marcella, even from a young age was always a kind of weird person. She didn’t really understand how best to interact with people her age and often times found herself missing out on birthday parties as a young child. Early on, Marcella had two passions in her life. While her father tried to push her towards Hockey it started, of course at skating. It was around her fifth or sixth lesson when she realized that she had grown enamored. She began figure skating at the age of eleven and from that point it was a massive part of her life. Her second passion is operatic singing and music. While she doesn't have the voice for it herself she, at a school trip to the opera she became immediately and intensely interested in it.

Her mother was always very supportive of her decision to study figure skating in lessons and opera in an academic setting. She was set on it from such a young age, she may even make friends, her mother would rationalize.

However, when Marcella was in high school she began to be looked at strangely. She was used to having a lot of alone time. But this was different. This was like she was poisonous. She would look at someone else and they would look away. Marcella didn't get it. It took a while to find out that along with the popularization of Facebook, so to came group chats. Some rumours had been spread about her and she became a running joke. It took a year to even find out what the rumours were, mostly nonsensical bullshit. But it affected her confidence deeply.

That's why when Marcella turned Eighteen and moved to Verona, she was as outgoing as possible. Always making jokes attempting to be friends with just about anyone that'll listen. But Marcella has little to no follow through on a strong opening swing. When everyone fell asleep, however, Marcella awoke a different woman. She was no longer alone.

Now Marcella can hear the voices of the dead. But the issue, is that she can't not hear them.

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_{“Bruce Wayne’s parents die and he goes to Tibet. Superman is an Alien, Spiderman got bit by the nuclear spider, but I just hear dead people. I’m basically the kid from Sixth Sense.”}

● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Mediumship.

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Mystic.

● A B I L I T I E S ●

At this point (the beginning) of the RP, Marcella has very little power or control over it. She can currently hear the voices of the dead, though she has only luck to hope for with communicating back. When she is near a place in which someone who has died has attached their spirit to, that voice is the most commanding. So it can be a different voice every couple minutes on a bus/car ride. Marcella finds it incredibly distracting.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

One of the main issues Marcella constantly runs up against is that she does not use her abilities. They are a fact of life as she has not found any way in which to turn them off so to speak. This has caused serious mental stress, and has honestly impaired her judgement to a quite real degree. Marcella has a low amount of willpower and is easily tricked, partially because she is quick to want to leave a situation and partially because of her constant tiredness and her trouble sleeping.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

I DID IT AGAIN GOD I'M THE WORST.

@McHaggis, @Undine, @Roosan, @Liriia

I'm sorry.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Noel Beauchamp

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● N A M E ●

Nöel Barbara Beauchamp.

● A G E ●

22

● G E N D E R ●

Female

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

Tattoo artist.

● L O O K S ●

Noel has a ton of tattoos, which is probably the most notable thing about her. Most of both of her arms are covered. She also has a few outer thigh tattoos along with a large coat of arms on her back. When one looks at Noel, they see someone who is incredibly jubilant. She is always smiling, always laughing. If someone were to catch Noel when she was on her own they might catch her at one of the only times she isn’t smiling. Typically, when she doesn’t have someone else to bounce off of, she internalizes everything and catches herself having full conversations with herself, explaining her course of action and what is going to happen next.

While her wardrobe is too varied to go into great detail about, a few notable elements of it come to mind. She is very rarely found wearing tight clothing, opting more towards baggy large sweaters/coats and loose fitting tank tops. The only real exception to this is shorts and jeans, but she is no stranger to the nice pair of sweatpants either.

She stands around five feet and four inches and is rather small, but she makes up for it in her energy.

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● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

Skin deep – Noel seems to be someone who couldn’t be kept down. She was the prom queen of her high school’s senior prom, she was the chairwoman of yearbook, everyone in high school loved her and she got to that point by just being nice, mostly earnest. In high school Noel was just kind of respected. She had most of her tattoos already because she had been dating one of the artists at the parlor for a long time, which in turn gained her a decent amount of respect, especially from her peers. She also knew how to deal with people who would attempt to take her position as queen bee, which is to say she simply accepted them into her friend group. Most of the ended up being so desperate for friends that they’d simply appreciate her kindness.

The main crutch of her position right now is that since high school ended and everyone parted ways… Noel has kind of not done anything. At first, people came and visited the parlor and it was great. It felt like everyone would always keep Noel in mind. But recently, she’s found herself completely alone. This has left Noel somewhat at odds with herself. She feels many things because of it, but primarily she is simply lonely. She is scared that she peaked in high school and from this point forward the only thing she has going for her is an empty life full of skin deep relationships.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

Noel has had very little experience in romance in her life, but she is a single bisexual girl who is fairly confident in her own body. She isn’t looking for someone to support her, even though it may be what she needs as her confidence in herself, her spirit as it were, is not the best. Ever since the incident Noel has been feeling fairly lost, she doesn’t know where to go from here at all. Thusly, she would be hesitant to start a relationship due to feeling like she would weight someone else down. It would take someone being a very loving and kind person, along with at least a little quirky/funny to spur Noel’s romantic interest.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Noel, as previously mentioned was a fairly popular high school student and someone that always had felt like she garnered respect from most of the people she interacted with and had grown to know. At a very young age her father who was raising her as a single parent taught her how to play the ukulele. He was Hawaiian himself while her mother was French and had been playing the instrument since he too was just a boy. Even from a young age, Noel was always viewed as ‘such a lucky girl’ by her peers.

She get packed left over pizza in her lunch, or get some McDonalds delivered to her on her birthday and it was always something that other kids looked at her jealously about. But her father had always taught her that making a friend with a simple jesture that would only impact Noel for a day or two was always better than keeping whatever she had to herself. Thusly, every birthday she had during grade school she would always let her friends or someone who forgot their lunch have her McDonalds instead. This was the start of Noel’s increasing popularity.

At fourteen, during her ninth grade year Noel had already built a reputation of being exceptionally kind. She always helped others when she could and really sacrificed a lot of moments she could’ve had to bolster those of others. Even when she had her rebellious phase from fifteen to eighteen, she was hardly rebellious at all. She started dating a girl named Cynthia, who worked at the tattoo parlor and did a lot of Noel’s art. But her father was mostly accepting of everything but the age gap between them. Cynthia was eighteen turning nineteen at the time and Noel was barely fifteen.

But she had always been mature for her age. The first real major issue came up when Cynthia broke up with Noel after two and a half years. Just a little before her grade twelve graduation. Cynthia had cited the main reason was because she couldn’t date someone that did so little for herself that she wasn’t sure who Noel was anymore. Noel had been living for others entirely up until this point and had not really taken any time to discover who she was so much so to an almost laughable point. She couldn’t come up with a favourite colour, movie, song, artist. There was nothing individualistic about her.

This was only further pronounced when she graduated and was left with nothing, really. Her grades were slightly below average and she couldn’t get into her first three choices of colleges and thusly took a job as a tattoo artist, having enough of an artistic style to be able to do that at least. But even as the alternative girl working in the tattoo parlor, she felt as though she was doing that simply as a way of proving she was unique. However, all she did was further prove she had no idea what she wanted from life, herself or others in her life.

After the incident, Verona has been a fairly cloudy and Noel can’t help but feel a link to it. She has no idea where she is going or what to do next, but for some reason, she knows the weather. She knows the weather when she’s underground and she’s right. She knows it when she’s asleep or just waking up.

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● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Weather Manipulation

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Ascendant

● A B I L I T I E S ●

Currently, there are two specific things that happen because of this ability. The first, is that Noel is always aware of the weather, she has an acute awareness of when it changes and how long it will take to change. This only applies to the area she is in however. The second is that, passively, the weather is currently changing based on how she feels. She is not aware of this yet, however her mood has very direct correlations as to waht the weather is currently.

Currently there are three potential outcomes for this:

If she is happy it will be sunny and somewhat humid.

If she is feeling lost it will be overcast and windy.

If she is sad it will be raining at about 12-15 mm per hour. Which is classifiably a heavier rain but nothing that could flood or damage crops.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

She has no inherent benefits from her abilities other than optimal picnic planning, especially when she is not under any amount of control of her abilities. At a later state of more control it will take fine precision to not damage the ecosystem however, the weather is a cycle for a reason and messing with that cycle could be like advancing global warming by decades ore centuries.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Super sorry for the double post guys, I'm dumb.

@McHaggis, @Undine, @Roosan, @Liriia

Curse the lack of edit mentions.

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Marcella Bonaparte

_{”Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.”}

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_{”I’m going to live until I die.”}

● N A M E ●

Marcella Dianne Bonaparte II.

● A G E ●

22

● G E N D E R ●

Female.

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

Receptionist at the Mayor’s office (High School Diploma only).

● L O O K S ●

Marcella has naturally dark brown hair and unassuming if somewhat piercing green eyes. She has a small nose, and a small mouth making her eyes look all the larger. Her face is mostly rounded and soft typically others seem to think she ‘looks nice’. She is commonly found wearing one of two outfits. A more work appropriate blouse and skirt combo, or a much more casual tank top and jeans/yoga pants. She also sports large, over the ear headphones to help drown out noise. She is the type to generally be caught looking over her shoulder and has more than a few fidgety mannerisms, for example: drumming her fingers on the nearest hard surface she can find. She has a small tattoo on her ankle that she regrets from her eighteenth birthday.

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_{“I’m not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”}

● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

To start at a skin deep level, Marcella is a boisterous rather amusing person. Never one to shy away from making a joke or putting herself out there. She is constantly attempting to make friends, but is fairly bad at following through with plans or keeping in touch. As this has been a problem present for most of her life she does not have many friends – but primarily it manifested as an issue for Marcella at the brisk age of ten.

Going a little deeper than that however, it becomes apparent Marcella isn’t leading a very healthy life style. What with the constant cup of joe, bags under her eyes, and always having to ask people to repeat themselves. She is in a constant state of overtiredness much due to her ado with her mediumship. She doesn’t like her ability all that much – although she’d have to be remiss to let you know that. Marcella is very much afraid of more than a few things. The primary situations being death, as every dead voice she’s heard so far has been restless and very much in pain, and commitment. She has no idea how to go about a relationship or loving someone, she barely knows who she is after all. As such, she is horrified by the concept of commitment. The commitment to someone, to help them and be helped by them.

At the end of the day Marcella’s biggest detractor will always be herself. Constantly scolding herself and overanalyzing her interactions with people. Even though it may not be immediately evident or clear to someone she is speaking to at all. The most surprising thing about her interactions is the gross dichotomy of the ‘Marcella’ she presents to others and the one she truly is.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

Aren’t we all looking for love? Marcella isn’t – at least, not yet. She’s gay, single and looking to strictly mingle. She has a huge problem with commitment after all. If you’re thinking of walking down that avenue you should be warned, she’s a mess.

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

Marcella, even from a young age was always a kind of weird person. She didn’t really understand how best to interact with people her age and often times found herself missing out on birthday parties as a young child. Early on, Marcella had two passions in her life. While her father tried to push her towards Hockey it started, of course at skating. It was around her fifth or sixth lesson when she realized that she had grown enamored. She began figure skating at the age of eleven and from that point it was a massive part of her life. Her second passion is operatic singing and music. While she doesn't have the voice for it herself she, at a school trip to the opera she became immediately and intensely interested in it.

Her mother was always very supportive of her decision to study figure skating in lessons and opera in an academic setting. She was set on it from such a young age, she may even make friends, her mother would rationalize.

However, when Marcella was in high school she began to be looked at strangely. She was used to having a lot of alone time. But this was different. This was like she was poisonous. She would look at someone else and they would look away. Marcella didn't get it. It took a while to find out that along with the popularization of Facebook, so to came group chats. Some rumours had been spread about her and she became a running joke. It took a year to even find out what the rumours were, mostly nonsensical bullshit. But it affected her confidence deeply.

That's why when Marcella turned Eighteen and moved to Verona, she was as outgoing as possible. Always making jokes attempting to be friends with just about anyone that'll listen. But Marcella has little to no follow through on a strong opening swing. When everyone fell asleep, however, Marcella awoke a different woman. She was no longer alone.

Now Marcella can hear the voices of the dead. But the issue, is that she can't not hear them.

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_{“Bruce Wayne’s parents die and he goes to Tibet. Superman is an Alien, Spiderman got bit by the nuclear spider, but I just hear dead people. I’m basically the kid from Sixth Sense.”}

● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Mediumship.

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Mystic.

● A B I L I T I E S ●

At this point (the beginning) of the RP, Marcella has very little power or control over it. She can currently hear the voices of the dead, though she has only luck to hope for with communicating back. When she is near a place in which someone who has died has attached their spirit to, that voice is the most commanding. So it can be a different voice every couple minutes on a bus/car ride. Marcella finds it incredibly distracting.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

One of the main issues Marcella constantly runs up against is that she does not use her abilities. They are a fact of life as she has not found any way in which to turn them off so to speak. This has caused serious mental stress, and has honestly impaired her judgement to a quite real degree. Marcella has a low amount of willpower and is easily tricked, partially because she is quick to want to leave a situation and partially because of her constant tiredness and her trouble sleeping.

Thanks for your time GM team. Hit me up with any criticism from anyone, always welcome. Compliments can be nice too if you see something good.