Lappi
The Living Script
Edited. I hope it's better. I really meant to change the personality before I posted but it was late and I had redone this character 18 times by then. XD
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Realistic or Modern Heroes Will Fall [CS]
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BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
Accepted!
The Regal Rper
Mad Scientist
Elite
"?!?!?!?!?"
Basic
Real Name: [ ???? ]
Legal Name: Jose S. Splurge
Pronounced: Dab-er-reno
Not Rhino, RENO
Nicknames
- Moron | Appreciated
- Idiot| It Only Feeds Me!
- The List Goes ON | And You Kiss Your Grandmother With That Mouth?
Gender: "I am obviously a female you insensitive ninny!"
Reality: Male
Age:"It's rude to ask a young dude such as myself, what my digits are"
Fact: Appears To Be In Late 20s
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance
Height: 5'11
Weight: 178 LBS
Daberino, is a spindly fellow. His body does not look it from the clothes he wears, which usually consist of a bow tie, twin tailed coated, black pants, and polished shoes with gloves to match his mask, but Jose works out quite a bit- cardio mostly, something he does to keep himself in shape and keep his reflexes sharp whenever needed. In costume, Jose wears a wig of graying or white hair to conceal his straw blonde hair with a single green line travelling through it to color the largest of his bangs on his forehead in a sickly green mat of hair that rests on his forehead. He has oddly enough, lemon yellow eyes, and it is one of his most defining traits and features. Something he states he inherited from a relative or gained after sharing a drink with a genie.
Blood Type: B-
Persona: Jose, is not your average fun loving guy. He usurps that guy's position, takes it from a calm 5 and pushes it to a freaking 1000. Jose, in all essence of the word is flippant. He acts very much like a man who has little he cares for and little else he takes seriously. Not at all the kind of guy who seems to be offended easily, Jose, is a very thick skinned person. You could spit on his face and he'd wipe it off with a chuckle and laugh. He takes punches like he would in actual combat and rolls with it, he tries to stick with the latest of fashion trends all so he can stay as he likes to call it "hip and cool." He tends to talk in a bizarre form of lingo and takes great enjoyment in annoying or disturbing others to some degree. To him, annoying others is funny. In fact it's almost a game.
Despite his wayward nature, Jose, is no fool. He may be loud, act jovial, come off as a obnoxious and seem to have no sense of personal space, but he is actually quite observant of the tiniest detail and has a memory that helps him prove it. While nothing can truly get under his skin for long, even Jose has his limits. He may take a unexpected, uncalled for slap in the face and laugh, but like you or I, he's capable of holding grudges. And he's capable of paying people back just as well. To him, it's all a matter of how it's played out. Because at the end of the day, all that really matters is that you had fun.
Affiliations
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Former Connections: STOMR
Former Affiliations: Imperium
Current Affiliations: New Anarchist
Powers & Abilities
Mastery
-Daberino has complete control of his passive Speed and partial control of his spry speed.
- Switch Teleportation isn't as masterful.
-Daberino has complete control of his passive Speed and partial control of his spry speed.
- Switch Teleportation isn't as masterful.
Switch Teleportation: The ability to switch people, objects, or things through teleportation. To utilize this, Daberino must touch something in order to switch out the position of a person or thing. He can only teleport about 340 lbs of weight, anything above 400 puts a massive strain on his body and prevents him from entering his passive speedster state.
Speedster Physiology: Jose can move at hyper-sonic speeds. Hyper-sonic speeds go above Mach 5 speed, approximately speaking Daberino, is one of the fastest living humans, alive. At his top speed, he can hit Mach 9.2 Speeds in approximately 45 seconds, and is incapable of exceeding this speed level even with help, as a unique force prevents him from hitting speeds that his body cannot handle. Dubbed the S-Force by himself, Daberino has two states in which he can actively utilize his speed, passive and spry.
Passive Speed
- Passive Speed brings Daberino into a hyperactive-time state, where time around him seems to move in slow-motion. He can enter this whenever he chooses.
- Passive Speed is not one Daberino really exerts energy to use, whereas Spry Speed is where he exerts most of his energy.
Spry Speed
- Can maintain this level of speed for 5 minutes and 5 minutes only.
- Once Spry Speed is activated, Daberino's body takes on a warm bright yellow glow.
- Utilizing Spry Speed once, will put Daberino on peak human level speeds for the rest of the day.
Equipment & Extras
Mask of A Smiler: A mask that covers his face and only his face. Alterations have been made to where his voice hits a lower decibel than it usual does.
Hat of Justice: A hat Jose removed from a Villain he once killed back in the days of him being a hero. It has the magical ability to stay on his head no matter how fast he is moving and holds a stupid amount of durability to be able to withstand attacks from bullets, grenades, and knives.
Gentleman's Gloves: Gloves that permit the ability for Daberino to
Bow Tie: It can spin. That is all.
Royal's Tailcoat:Has the strength to take heavy beatings, like providing the wearer the ability to sustaining heavy blows from a loaded truck. This gives Daberino the ability to survive hits that would kill the average man, and much worse.
Pose of Glory: Daberino tends to pose whenever he can. Some of his fellow Elites call it a problem, he calls it "Fun."He does this even in battle. And tends to do this all the time when facing villains to serve as a nuisance and distraction.
Mustache Of EVIL: Daberino carries a fake mustachio, one he dons when taunting enemies or being his ludicrously jocular self.
It is done.
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BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
AcceptedElite
"?!?!?!?!?"
Basic
Real Name: [ ???? ]
Legal Name: Jose S. Splurge
Pronounced: Dab-er-reno
Not Rhino, RENO
Nicknames
- Moron | Appreciated
- Idiot| It Only Feeds Me!
- The List Goes ON | And You Kiss Your Grandmother With That Mouth?
Gender: "I am obviously a female you insensitive ninny!"
Reality: Male
Age:"It's rude to ask a young dude such as myself, what my digits are"
Fact: Appears To Be In Late 20s
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance
Height: 5'11
Weight: 178 LBS
Daberino, is a spindly fellow. His body does not look it from the clothes he wears, which usually consist of a bow tie, twin tailed coated, black pants, and polished shoes with gloves to match his mask, but Jose works out quite a bit- cardio mostly, something he does to keep himself in shape and keep his reflexes sharp whenever needed. In costume, Jose wears a wig of graying or white hair to conceal his straw blonde hair with a single green line travelling through it to color the largest of his bangs on his forehead in a sickly green mat of hair that rests on his forehead. He has oddly enough, lemon yellow eyes, and it is one of his most defining traits and features. Something he states he inherited from a relative or gained after sharing a drink with a genie.
Blood Type: B-
Persona: Jose, is not your average fun loving guy. He usurps that guy's position, takes it from a calm 5 and pushes it to a freaking 1000. Jose, in all essence of the word is flippant. He acts very much like a man who has little he cares for and little else he takes seriously. Not at all the kind of guy who seems to be offended easily, Jose, is a very thick skinned person. You could spit on his face and he'd wipe it off with a chuckle and laugh. He takes punches like he would in actual combat and rolls with it, he tries to stick with the latest of fashion trends all so he can stay as he likes to call it "hip and cool." He tends to talk in a bizarre form of lingo and takes great enjoyment in annoying or disturbing others to some degree. To him, annoying others is funny. In fact it's almost a game.
Despite his wayward nature, Jose, is no fool. He may be loud, act jovial, come off as a obnoxious and seem to have no sense of personal space, but he is actually quite observant of the tiniest detail and has a memory that helps him prove it. While nothing can truly get under his skin for long, even Jose has his limits. He may take a unexpected, uncalled for slap in the face and laugh, but like you or I, he's capable of holding grudges. And he's capable of paying people back just as well. To him, it's all a matter of how it's played out. Because at the end of the day, all that really matters is that you had fun.
Affiliations
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Former Connections: STOMR
Former Affiliations: Imperium
Current Affiliations: New Anarchist
Powers & Abilities
Teleportation:Can utilize this for short distance teleportation. Going from a 3 ft to 22 feet. Utilizing this ability too much puts stress on the muscles of Jose's body and can cause muscle twitching, followed by numbness and paralysis of a limb for thirty minutes. Muscle strains are a severe overuse of the ability.
- Isoportation: The ability to teleport in place, by altering momentum and motion of themselves. With this ability, Daberino can alter his position to face anything without actually moving an inch of his body. He can alter the position of limbs, the very position of his body to change directions, or alter his own trajectory without having to actually utilize any form of movement or muscle usage.
Limit: Daberino can only use this ability 6 times a day. Doing this 12 times puts a strain to where numbness occurs. Using it 15 times puts a strain to where he can no longer hit bike speeds.
Speedster Physiology: Jose can utilize super-speed at levels where he can break the sound barrier. To do this, he must be running for exactly 7 minutes in a straight line, with no alterations in his path. Hitting 767 mph (or 343 meters per second), puts an extreme strain on his body to the point where he will be out of commission for an entire day, if he utilizes it for twenty minutes in a fight.
Limit: Daberino hits with about 186 lbs of force. His strength decreases to 95 lbs of force at his max speed.
Equipment & Extras
Mask of A Smiler: A mask that covers his face and only his face. Alterations have been made to where his voice hits a lower decibel than it usual does.
Hat of Justice: A hat Jose removed from a Villain he once killed back in the days of him being a hero. It has the magical ability to stay on his head no matter how fast he is moving and holds a stupid amount of durability to be able to withstand attacks from bullets, grenades, and knives.
Gentleman's Gloves: Gloves that permit the ability for Daberino tobitchslapsmack, a person on their face, so long as he is looking in their general direction; the max number of targets is 5.
Bow Tie: It can spin. That is all.
Royal's Tailcoat:Has the strength to take heavy beatings, like providing the wearer the ability to sustaining heavy blows from a loaded truck. This gives Daberino the ability to survive hits that would kill the average man, and much worse.
Pose of Glory: Daberino tends to pose whenever he can. Some of his fellow Elites call it a problem, he calls it "Fun."He does this even in battle. And tends to do this all the time when facing villains to serve as a nuisance and distraction.
Mustache Of EVIL: Daberino carries a fake mustachio, one he dons when taunting enemies or being his ludicrously jocular self.
It is done.
Daniel Reaving
Thirty Thousand Club
Name:
Viana
Nickname(s):
Alias:
Sirius (named after the Sirius star)
Gender:
Female
Age:
22
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
Height:
5'10
Weight:
136
Costume*:
(see apperance photo)
Body Modifications/Implants*:
(would her powers count?)
Blood Type:
B-
Personality:
At the basics Sirius is a super analytical person. Cold and uncaring of anything but the facts needed in a situation which is the reason why many see her as a "judge" kind of person. uncaring of opinions or view points of others. add that with a psychopathic arsonist who holds a deep love of burning anything and everything to the ground and you have Sirius. other than that she is a very punctual and formal girl, speaking nicely and very elegantly, her clothing style is that of nice dress suit and outfits with her personal little flare. Once you delve past the anarchist she is a softer kind of person, still very analytical but she secretly loves to hear peoples opinions especially if they are good about her. At the same time though she dreams for someone that understands her, Someone she can call a friend and not have to be worried about driving them off.
Backstory*:
Sirius grew up with a platinum spoon in her mouth. Being the daughter of a War lord and Drug Lord she had everything. The highs of the mighty rich and the absolute fun of the largest criminals. Luckily for her mother she wasn't born with her abilities but they sprouted up not to long into her life. At the age of 5 Sirius's powers came to light when one of the butlers to her mother and father tried to violate her. He ended up with two massive 3 degree burn hand prints on his face. Not long after her hands and feet turned to what they are today and the butler was executed on order of her father. Once her powers came to light her life became very very hard for a while. Constantly destroying everything she touched including the ground and her clothes Then one day they were blessed. One of the scientists under her fathers payroll in a weapons development company came to him with an idea of boots and gloves designed to handle his daughters immense heat and ability with destruction. With approval the scientist invented the devices and made them in the sizes needed to suit her through her life as well as full arm sleeves and thy length boots to do the same job as well as hide her volcanic skin. As she grew older her father started to see her as more of an asset than a daughter and had her trained in all the skills she holds today.
At the age of 18 he made her his personal body guard and showed her to the pleasures of murder, execution, and burning things down. She loved it to say the least and gladly followed her father through his work till the fun with her family ran out. Once it was gone she left and started her own path of destruction and power.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: Many see her as a mixture of Chaotic evil "Destroyer" and Lawful neutral "Judge"
Relationships:
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
Heat Manipulation
Magma Manipulation
Heat Absorption
In addition to hr abilities Sirius has an invulnerability to heat, fire, and lava/magma
Mastery of Power:
for the most part her powers are mastered though creating magma constructs are very crude designs and she has yet to perfect her technique
Limits:
one limit is that her power is always around, forcing her to wear specially made gloves and boots to prevent her melting through everything she touches.
though she can control her body temperature she has a max it being 9,940K which is also the temp of the star she is named after, It is very hard for her to reach much farther than our sun though at this point in time and it takes a ton of energy and power to do.
though she has a mastery of her powers if she isn't careful she has been known to lose control in the form of uncontrollable creation of lava from her hands and feet.
another limit would be the inability to stop her powers, her arms and legs being volcanic rock as her arms transition into her hands and feet the rock quickly turns to a form of super heated magma.
Skills:
master of hand to hand combat
expert at escape and evasion (fancy words for stealth)
great tactician
skilled in using pressure points to fight her enemies
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment:
Special gloves and boots resistant to her powers enabling her to grab and handle things that she wouldn't be able to without aka anything with a melting point less than the temperature of the inner core of our earth.
to only aid in combat Sirius carries around a container of Chlorine triflouride which she uses by pouring it over her hands igniting them in super heated flames or pouring it on an obstical then lighting it
Personal Belongings:
a photo of her family
a pocket watch given to her by her grandfather
Extra
Viana
Nickname(s):
Alias:
Sirius (named after the Sirius star)
Gender:
Female
Age:
22
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
Height:
5'10
Weight:
136
Costume*:
(see apperance photo)
Body Modifications/Implants*:
(would her powers count?)
Blood Type:
B-
Personality:
At the basics Sirius is a super analytical person. Cold and uncaring of anything but the facts needed in a situation which is the reason why many see her as a "judge" kind of person. uncaring of opinions or view points of others. add that with a psychopathic arsonist who holds a deep love of burning anything and everything to the ground and you have Sirius. other than that she is a very punctual and formal girl, speaking nicely and very elegantly, her clothing style is that of nice dress suit and outfits with her personal little flare. Once you delve past the anarchist she is a softer kind of person, still very analytical but she secretly loves to hear peoples opinions especially if they are good about her. At the same time though she dreams for someone that understands her, Someone she can call a friend and not have to be worried about driving them off.
Backstory*:
Sirius grew up with a platinum spoon in her mouth. Being the daughter of a War lord and Drug Lord she had everything. The highs of the mighty rich and the absolute fun of the largest criminals. Luckily for her mother she wasn't born with her abilities but they sprouted up not to long into her life. At the age of 5 Sirius's powers came to light when one of the butlers to her mother and father tried to violate her. He ended up with two massive 3 degree burn hand prints on his face. Not long after her hands and feet turned to what they are today and the butler was executed on order of her father. Once her powers came to light her life became very very hard for a while. Constantly destroying everything she touched including the ground and her clothes Then one day they were blessed. One of the scientists under her fathers payroll in a weapons development company came to him with an idea of boots and gloves designed to handle his daughters immense heat and ability with destruction. With approval the scientist invented the devices and made them in the sizes needed to suit her through her life as well as full arm sleeves and thy length boots to do the same job as well as hide her volcanic skin. As she grew older her father started to see her as more of an asset than a daughter and had her trained in all the skills she holds today.
At the age of 18 he made her his personal body guard and showed her to the pleasures of murder, execution, and burning things down. She loved it to say the least and gladly followed her father through his work till the fun with her family ran out. Once it was gone she left and started her own path of destruction and power.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: Many see her as a mixture of Chaotic evil "Destroyer" and Lawful neutral "Judge"
Relationships:
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
Heat Manipulation
Magma Manipulation
Heat Absorption
In addition to hr abilities Sirius has an invulnerability to heat, fire, and lava/magma
Mastery of Power:
for the most part her powers are mastered though creating magma constructs are very crude designs and she has yet to perfect her technique
Limits:
one limit is that her power is always around, forcing her to wear specially made gloves and boots to prevent her melting through everything she touches.
though she can control her body temperature she has a max it being 9,940K which is also the temp of the star she is named after, It is very hard for her to reach much farther than our sun though at this point in time and it takes a ton of energy and power to do.
though she has a mastery of her powers if she isn't careful she has been known to lose control in the form of uncontrollable creation of lava from her hands and feet.
another limit would be the inability to stop her powers, her arms and legs being volcanic rock as her arms transition into her hands and feet the rock quickly turns to a form of super heated magma.
Skills:
master of hand to hand combat
expert at escape and evasion (fancy words for stealth)
great tactician
skilled in using pressure points to fight her enemies
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment:
Special gloves and boots resistant to her powers enabling her to grab and handle things that she wouldn't be able to without aka anything with a melting point less than the temperature of the inner core of our earth.
to only aid in combat Sirius carries around a container of Chlorine triflouride which she uses by pouring it over her hands igniting them in super heated flames or pouring it on an obstical then lighting it
Personal Belongings:
a photo of her family
a pocket watch given to her by her grandfather
Extra
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BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
Looks good, accepted
Lappi
The Living Script
Kaitlin Peters "Im not short! Im snack-sized!"
Nickname(s): Kait
Alias: Tesla
Gender: Female
Age: 19
V Physical/Psychological V
Nickname(s): Kait
Alias: Tesla
Gender: Female
Age: 19
V Physical/Psychological V
Appearance: (Not yet seen IRP)
Height: 5'
Weight: 96LB
Costume*: Tesla has her Assault suit for all purpose use
Body Modifications/Implants*:
none at the moment
Blood Type: AB+
Personality:
Tesla is the stubborn and headstrong sort, the type to scoff and shoot at the face of danger. Despite this aspect she isn't your average gun-ho girl, She is quite the bright light and is not as simple minded as you would think. Pressure is where Tesla thrives, where most would struggle Tesla works wonders. When put under extreme stress Tesla is capable of being very clever and cunning, coming up with solutions that other's could not even begin to dream of. When given the proper time and information Tesla always picks the best option for herself.
Despite all of this confidence and unhealthy amounts of intractability, Tesla is not as emotionally stable as one would think. Prone to blind fits of extreme anger, which is not assisted by her powers one bit, and capable of extreme circular reasoning.
Tesla is a weapons engineer and she is one of the team engineers for the New Anarchist rookies. She is generous with her allies and loves talking to them, or getting to know them.
Socially, Tesla comes off as a smart weapons engineer who is disturbed.As she does have some strange habits. Such as trying to disguise her gender and/or identity, or the fact she almost refuses to lie or not give information. So among villains she comes off as 'she doesn't belong', She used to be much worse that she is now. But after spending more and more time around the New Anarchist she eventually became more and more villain like, more willing to kill and stay reserved overall.
As a engineer Tesla loves her creations, and one hand layed on her machines without her permission will earn you a hell of a ass-kicking. She feels like she put a bit of her soul into each machine, she named each one herself.
Tesla is always honest, it is hard for her to lie knowingy. Or even deny others information she knows.
Backstory*:
Tesla grew up in small town southern America just off the coast. She was normal until she was at age 12, walking in the city with her parents when villians attacked. Heroes swooped in and eliminated them with brutal efficency. However, her parents were caught in the crossfire. Making her into a orphan, she was later recovered by the Heroes and was discovered soon after to have abilities, and selected to be a hero due to the nature of her abilities, apparently the rise of eletrical based vilians was on the rise at the time.. She was taken into the rookie program at the Heroes building. She went along with it till age 14, where she ran away due to her disagreements with how Heroes handled the villians, she simply couldn't agree with their scorched earth tactics. It bugged her so bad that it permanantly changed her views on the heroes as a whole. After she ran she wandered for around a year, She ended up in the inner cities in hiding. Trying to survive and stay hidden when possible. It was hell, but it was not permenant. She just happened to pick the right alley way at the right day to sleep in.
A weapons designer, by the name of Marcus Rider saw potential in the now 15 year old, after finding her squatting in an alley way next to his workshop/warehouse. At first he was weary, she told him her full story. They were seperate at first, but when she started to mess around and tinker with Marcus tools to make her own creations. Marcus knew he had to teach her something to survive, to thrive in a world like this. She had the skills to thrive such as he, why not pass them on? So he trained her in every thing he knew, and she caught on fast. He helped her learn how to use her abilities and channel them into usable current. At this point she had no idea he was a villain, but she still made weapons. With her ability, by age 19 she soon outclassed him in knowledge. With strategic use of overcharge she learned more than him in ballistic and yet to be utilized weapons tech. For 4 years he taught her every little thing he could and she became something of a daughter of the sorts to Marcus. She had learned everything she knew from him, he taught her about the different gangs and villain trees in the area. Different black-markets, and negotiating techniques. Towards the end of their time together she even accompanied him to weapons deals, to help keep guard. Tesla became a villian in her own right, but was far from the cruelty of the gangs or mob's in the city.
All good things must end and this is no different. Her weapons had eventually started to be circulated and once the heroes found one of her prototypes in the hands of a street gang they tortured every last one the gang members to find the location of Marcus' warehouse. they busted in and tried to take Tesla. At first peacefully but once Tesla refused they forced her hand by trying to capture her. Tesla used a transformer nearby and blew up the entire warehouse in a fit of blind rage. Killing Marcus, and a single hero in the process. After this she ran away, Hiding for a good 2 months from the heroes.
To this day she still blames the heroes for forcing her. Marcus taught her all she needed to survive. The skills needed, the technique. She found the flyer for the New Anarchist, and set off on a quest for vengeance she needed. After all, everything is easier with friends.
V Affiliations/Connections V
Height: 5'
Weight: 96LB
Costume*: Tesla has her Assault suit for all purpose use
Helmet holds night vision & thermal imaging system. Capable of taking sustained fire from rifle calibers and allows Kat to survive small explosions; the armor is strongest at the chest and back, capable of taking a AP sniper round without penetration. Has rubber boots and sound dapeners, with all of her gear being strapped around her body on the rig to prevent moving parts that make noise.
Able to hold 2 sentry guns maximum.
Able to hold 2 sentry guns maximum.
Body Modifications/Implants*:
none at the moment
Blood Type: AB+
Personality:
Tesla is the stubborn and headstrong sort, the type to scoff and shoot at the face of danger. Despite this aspect she isn't your average gun-ho girl, She is quite the bright light and is not as simple minded as you would think. Pressure is where Tesla thrives, where most would struggle Tesla works wonders. When put under extreme stress Tesla is capable of being very clever and cunning, coming up with solutions that other's could not even begin to dream of. When given the proper time and information Tesla always picks the best option for herself.
Despite all of this confidence and unhealthy amounts of intractability, Tesla is not as emotionally stable as one would think. Prone to blind fits of extreme anger, which is not assisted by her powers one bit, and capable of extreme circular reasoning.
Tesla is a weapons engineer and she is one of the team engineers for the New Anarchist rookies. She is generous with her allies and loves talking to them, or getting to know them.
Socially, Tesla comes off as a smart weapons engineer who is disturbed.As she does have some strange habits. Such as trying to disguise her gender and/or identity, or the fact she almost refuses to lie or not give information. So among villains she comes off as 'she doesn't belong', She used to be much worse that she is now. But after spending more and more time around the New Anarchist she eventually became more and more villain like, more willing to kill and stay reserved overall.
As a engineer Tesla loves her creations, and one hand layed on her machines without her permission will earn you a hell of a ass-kicking. She feels like she put a bit of her soul into each machine, she named each one herself.
Tesla is always honest, it is hard for her to lie knowingy. Or even deny others information she knows.
Backstory*:
Tesla grew up in small town southern America just off the coast. She was normal until she was at age 12, walking in the city with her parents when villians attacked. Heroes swooped in and eliminated them with brutal efficency. However, her parents were caught in the crossfire. Making her into a orphan, she was later recovered by the Heroes and was discovered soon after to have abilities, and selected to be a hero due to the nature of her abilities, apparently the rise of eletrical based vilians was on the rise at the time.. She was taken into the rookie program at the Heroes building. She went along with it till age 14, where she ran away due to her disagreements with how Heroes handled the villians, she simply couldn't agree with their scorched earth tactics. It bugged her so bad that it permanantly changed her views on the heroes as a whole. After she ran she wandered for around a year, She ended up in the inner cities in hiding. Trying to survive and stay hidden when possible. It was hell, but it was not permenant. She just happened to pick the right alley way at the right day to sleep in.
A weapons designer, by the name of Marcus Rider saw potential in the now 15 year old, after finding her squatting in an alley way next to his workshop/warehouse. At first he was weary, she told him her full story. They were seperate at first, but when she started to mess around and tinker with Marcus tools to make her own creations. Marcus knew he had to teach her something to survive, to thrive in a world like this. She had the skills to thrive such as he, why not pass them on? So he trained her in every thing he knew, and she caught on fast. He helped her learn how to use her abilities and channel them into usable current. At this point she had no idea he was a villain, but she still made weapons. With her ability, by age 19 she soon outclassed him in knowledge. With strategic use of overcharge she learned more than him in ballistic and yet to be utilized weapons tech. For 4 years he taught her every little thing he could and she became something of a daughter of the sorts to Marcus. She had learned everything she knew from him, he taught her about the different gangs and villain trees in the area. Different black-markets, and negotiating techniques. Towards the end of their time together she even accompanied him to weapons deals, to help keep guard. Tesla became a villian in her own right, but was far from the cruelty of the gangs or mob's in the city.
All good things must end and this is no different. Her weapons had eventually started to be circulated and once the heroes found one of her prototypes in the hands of a street gang they tortured every last one the gang members to find the location of Marcus' warehouse. they busted in and tried to take Tesla. At first peacefully but once Tesla refused they forced her hand by trying to capture her. Tesla used a transformer nearby and blew up the entire warehouse in a fit of blind rage. Killing Marcus, and a single hero in the process. After this she ran away, Hiding for a good 2 months from the heroes.
To this day she still blames the heroes for forcing her. Marcus taught her all she needed to survive. The skills needed, the technique. She found the flyer for the New Anarchist, and set off on a quest for vengeance she needed. After all, everything is easier with friends.
V Affiliations/Connections V
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relationships: Open
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relationships: Open
V Powers & Skills V
Powers
Walking Power Source: Can power nearby devices with the simple act of being near them. Can be used in any nearby device. She can also channel this energy to electrify herself such as a Tesla coil or shoot electric through something using direct contact.
Overcharge: A overcharge of electrical energies will turn her into a walking electrical coil with no way to stop. Hurting anything, anyone, and breaking anything electrical near her. While overcharged a secondary effect is the fact she is faster and stronger besides being a fucking living Tesla coil. Overcharging will also increase her mental capacity & speed.
Overclock - Due to her constant eletricty producing capabilities. She is faster, and more quick of wit than your average human being. Because of this she can learn quickly, and run through complex equations in her head without even trying.
Electromagnet - Can control the magnatism of a metal object when it's within her passive electric field. Overcharge improves this ability.
Mastery of Power: Very much a natural ability. She has little too no control over her ability and will often have inconstant results when under pressure or hyper emotional.
Limit:
Overcharge & Electric Field
1. She needs to be close in order to do much damage. When someone distances themselves the electric current or bolts cannot do sufficient damage.'
2. Powders that stop electric current neuter her abilities
3. overcharge severity and duration depend on the amount of electricity shot into her, too much electricity will send her into a primal rage with her body acting like a Tesla coil on cocaine. When enraged she can't determine between friend and foe. The longer the overcharge goes on (Determined by the amount of eletricity) the more her fatuiged she will become, Eventually making it hard to move at all. As overcharge is nearly impossible to mantain over a period of time.
4. Drugs, such As depressants cause havoc on her abilities. Sometimes outright disabling them.
5. Cannot absorb more than 500 volts at once without being forced into a overcharged state. Absorbing more than 2000 volts sends her into aforementioned rage.
6. 2,000,000+ Volts forces her to expel ALL of her charge in a large explosion/wave of energy around herself.
Electromagnet
1. Can only lift 1 ton (Or 2 tons when overcharged). Can manipulate objects of heavier weight. (ex. changing the course of a out of control 18 wheeler to avoid hitting her)
2. Must be aware of something to control it, can still stop something if she knows it's coming (ex. something thrown at her really quickly)
3. Must be within her passive electric field (Aprox. 15 Meters)
Skills:
Master weapon designer and smith. Capable of making anything with the right materials.
Knows alot about physics and chemistry
Great with computers
A decent cook
Loony - gets along well with others in the loony bin.
Nomad - knows way around, good with strangers.
Knows how to program basic to advanced AI
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment: [5 max]Powers
Walking Power Source: Can power nearby devices with the simple act of being near them. Can be used in any nearby device. She can also channel this energy to electrify herself such as a Tesla coil or shoot electric through something using direct contact.
Overcharge: A overcharge of electrical energies will turn her into a walking electrical coil with no way to stop. Hurting anything, anyone, and breaking anything electrical near her. While overcharged a secondary effect is the fact she is faster and stronger besides being a fucking living Tesla coil. Overcharging will also increase her mental capacity & speed.
Overclock - Due to her constant eletricty producing capabilities. She is faster, and more quick of wit than your average human being. Because of this she can learn quickly, and run through complex equations in her head without even trying.
Electromagnet - Can control the magnatism of a metal object when it's within her passive electric field. Overcharge improves this ability.
Mastery of Power: Very much a natural ability. She has little too no control over her ability and will often have inconstant results when under pressure or hyper emotional.
Limit:
Overcharge & Electric Field
1. She needs to be close in order to do much damage. When someone distances themselves the electric current or bolts cannot do sufficient damage.'
2. Powders that stop electric current neuter her abilities
3. overcharge severity and duration depend on the amount of electricity shot into her, too much electricity will send her into a primal rage with her body acting like a Tesla coil on cocaine. When enraged she can't determine between friend and foe. The longer the overcharge goes on (Determined by the amount of eletricity) the more her fatuiged she will become, Eventually making it hard to move at all. As overcharge is nearly impossible to mantain over a period of time.
4. Drugs, such As depressants cause havoc on her abilities. Sometimes outright disabling them.
5. Cannot absorb more than 500 volts at once without being forced into a overcharged state. Absorbing more than 2000 volts sends her into aforementioned rage.
6. 2,000,000+ Volts forces her to expel ALL of her charge in a large explosion/wave of energy around herself.
Electromagnet
1. Can only lift 1 ton (Or 2 tons when overcharged). Can manipulate objects of heavier weight. (ex. changing the course of a out of control 18 wheeler to avoid hitting her)
2. Must be aware of something to control it, can still stop something if she knows it's coming (ex. something thrown at her really quickly)
3. Must be within her passive electric field (Aprox. 15 Meters)
Skills:
Master weapon designer and smith. Capable of making anything with the right materials.
Knows alot about physics and chemistry
Great with computers
A decent cook
Loony - gets along well with others in the loony bin.
Nomad - knows way around, good with strangers.
Knows how to program basic to advanced AI
Gadgets/Equipment
- 10mm Magnum rounds in a revolving disposable drum that holds 18 rounds.
- Fires in a Double action or Automatic based on hammer position. Primed being automatic, not primed being double action.
- Barrel length is 10 inches
- Extremely accurate automatic or semi-automatic.
- Recoil is much harder to control in automatic at a slow rate of 120 RPM.
- Large enough to be held in both hands
- Rest in a holster attached to her thigh
- Shoots either an arc or bolt of eletricity. Runs off Kat's natural power production.
- Can be fired in an arc or bolt charged with 500 volts Has lethal and non-lethal.
- Lethal uses 200 mA while non lethal uses 30 mA
- Arcs can only strike targets 15 meters away and arc 5 times maximum.
- Rest on her back collapsed internally, can be ready to fight within a second.
Sentry Gun List
Tesla's first laser sentry gun
Fires in laser pulses at a rate of 6000 pulses per minute and has a maximum range of 50 meters. Effectiveness dissipates at range. Able to melt steel and other metals with focused pulses.
- 1-10 meters results in a quick burn through of any armor or flesh that is not built to survive such assaults.
- 20-30 meters results in a slow roast that requires focus firing to melt through flesh.
- After 30 meters it can’t effect things such as flesh and only minorly effects metals.
Medium sized. Collapses to the size of a small school bag or normal suitcase.
- A small, easy to hide 7.62 AP sentry gun
- Very small. Folds into a small backpack.
- Fires 1000 RPM
- Holds 1000 rounds
- Very inaccurate.
- Does not use depleted uranium rounds
- Bullet hose protocol - Suppresses targets with a large output of bullets, and does not stop shooting just because a targets has taken cover.
- Venom rounds - Debilitates targets that are hit with a weak poison. Often just giving the targets blurry vision, ringing ears; with some fatigue added on to being shot
- .308 AP rounds packed into a dual barrel system. Very good for surprise attacks. Very low profile and the shields on the front/sides protect the internals.
- It condenses into a small suitcase.
- The STALKER is made from a lightweight titanium allow and has a frame meant to take a beating.
- Has EMP resistant shielding stronger than the other sentry guns.
- Has radar cloaking and hides it’s own electronic signals from any kind of sensors that could find it.
- A duel barreled 15.2mm x 169mm sentry gun that fires at a rate of 80 RPM and holds 320 rounds of ammunition before being depleted.
- Condenses to the size of a small rucksack
- Bullets are tipped with tungsten and the sentry guns frame is much better and heavily reinforced than the other sentry guns. Alloying it to take much more of a beating.
- The targeting protocols are the best she could make for a duel barreled sentry gun, able to hit targets from 200 meters away making adjustments for moving targets during this.
All of her guns are self powered by large batteries that are recharged out of combat by Tesla using her own ability. How many sentry guns can be carried max on her person depends on the suit. And that's at great weight to her. Often slowing her down. All the the bullet's unless stated otherwise are made from depleted Uranium, giving them the property that when hitting a hard target. The bullet rapidly gains heat. Allowing it to bust through armor easier.
Her sentry guns have 3 modes. Thermal, Motion, & Manual. It takes a minute to change between modes, while changing modes it can still fire and will rely on the previous mode but it will be inaccurate.
All sentries are made from non ferrous titanium alloys. Each sentry has low level EMP shielding and they have advanced targeting algorithms able to track and hit moving targets.
This list will be constantly be added too as the RP allows (As she makes more). It is limited by her ability to carry them.
Her sentry guns have 3 modes. Thermal, Motion, & Manual. It takes a minute to change between modes, while changing modes it can still fire and will rely on the previous mode but it will be inaccurate.
All sentries are made from non ferrous titanium alloys. Each sentry has low level EMP shielding and they have advanced targeting algorithms able to track and hit moving targets.
This list will be constantly be added too as the RP allows (As she makes more). It is limited by her ability to carry them.
Personal Belongings:
A pair of welders goggles
A small case full of condensed tools for making and repairing weapons.
A pair of welders goggles
A small case full of condensed tools for making and repairing weapons.
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Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
WIP
Genesis
BasicName:
Vale Glamorgan
G-26 Android Mk.5 “Palingenesis”, serial number 00001
Nickname(s):
Alias:
Genesis
Gender:
‘Female’
Age:
2 years
Physiological/PsychologicalAppearance:
Height:
5’5” (No mods)
5’10” (Mods attached)
Weight:
130 kg / ~270 lbs
Costume*:
Body Modifications/Implants*:
Machine: Her entire body is mechanical. Her torso, head, upper arms and upper legs are made to resemble a more human appearance, but anywhere past the elbow and knee are fitted with a mechanical, modifiable skeleton. The main body can withstand non-specialised ammunition up to .50 calibre rounds. Her main energy storage unit seems to be located on her spinal attachment, which runs from her neck all the way down her entire spinal cord, and features a long extended cord that acts akin to a flexible tail. When its claw attachment is not affixed, it is barely thicker than a finger, and has an adaptor on its end that seems to be what she uses to plug into a power socket for charging.
Black Box: Her processing core is protected by an extremely durable case, created for the sole purpose of protecting the data within, which stores all the memories of the original Vale Glamorgan and her knowledge, as well as whatever memories that her replica has backed up so far. It has proven to be a tough son of a bitch so far, capable of surviving near tens of thousands of force applied directly to it, and possesses electromagnetic shielding. Only another Palingenesis unit and Data know how to open the black box to retrieve whatever storage unit is inside.
Magnification: Her eyes can double as a pair of binoculars, allowing her to zoom in up to 8x.
Blood Type:
N/A
Personality:
“I will assist you, and it is an honor to do so.”
Servile and polite seems to sum up what Genesis is supposed to be. Despite having been built on the memories and personality traits of her original, she has found that the behavioural patterns that her original exhibits were less than ideal and illogical when it came to interacting with others. When compared to her egotistical creator, who was insufferable, at best, Genesis just seems downright nice and genuinely so. She has a tendency to voice out approval and lauds praise wherever she deems it appropriate, and even does so to opponents.
Genesis seems to enjoy working and interacting with other people, out of both curiosity and an inexplicable satisfaction of learning.
She exhibits absolute loyalty to whoever is recognised as the ‘leader’ of New Anarchists, and currently observes Data as such, to the point of relinquishing her codes to him. His commands also override most of her own programming, and while she may disagree with his orders, it is only within her main directive to assist with NA’s progression. She has made and will make it clear that she does as she does not out of blind loyalty, but from a sense of duty. She can easily ignore Data’s orders, but does not do so purely because she is, as quoted, “okay with it”.
Backstory*:
A last bid, perhaps delusional, attempt at prolonging one’s life, the G-26 Android Mk. 5, also known as Palingenesis, was built by Vale Glamorgan, upon which, she transferred every single inch of her memory into the replica.
Affiliations/ConnectionsAffiliation:
New Anarchist
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral
Relationships:
Vale Glamorgan:
The original Vale Glamorgan. Deceased. Technically her mother as well as the same person, given that they both share the same experiences and memories, up until the original’s death. Genesis seems to think very lowly of her personality, but admires her knowledge and ability as an engineer and mechanic.
Superpowers/AbilitiesPowers:
N/A
Mastery of Power:
N/A
Limits:
N/A
Skills:
Repair:
The dedicated repairman and one-man engineering crew of New Anarchist, Vale is capable of maintaining and fixing any and all of the equipment and structural issues that New Anarchist may have. This also extends to her own mechanical parts. Though particularly skilled at identifying and fixing, she is not fairly gifted with innovation and creating.
Scout:
Genesis’ modifications and capabilities allow her to reach vantage points, approach lower-threat enemies, and, if anything goes haywire, hightail it out of there at top speeds. All these combined, she makes a rather capable scout, if not an extremely good one.
Gadgets/EquipmentEquipment:
Pneumatic Power Fists: All of her arm mods come with pneumatic-powered fists, allowing her to cause major damage with a single palm strike.
Scout Loadout: Her combat ‘boots’ so to speak utilise compressed air to allow her to both leap up to four stories in height, and the claw-like ends of her ‘feet’ are able to dig into concrete and metal, allowing her to easily scale walls. The compressed air system also allows her to keep pace with speeds at about 200 mph. This loadout also features a tail-like appendage attached to her spinal modification, to which is attached a claw at the tip, allowing her to grip onto protrusions, disarming targets, or simply skewering an opponent.
7.62mm Arm-Mounted Machine Guns: Not advised to be attached to anything that isn't a machine due to the immense recoil. As its name implies, it is a 7.62mm machine gun mounted on either arm. When firing, the hand of the arm itself will collapse backwards, and its pneumatic punching capability cannot be utilised until the machinegun is retracted.
Skewer: A blade attachment to the arm. Due to size limitations, no arm can hold both this attachment and the 7.62mm at the same time. As such, Genesis tends to equip one of each on either arm.
Personal Belongings:
Palingenesis Units Serial Numbers 00002 to 00009:
Unactivated units stored within a storage unit inside what can only be called her ‘room’, though it is more akin to a workshop. The storage units holding the Palingenesis are electronically locked, and, furthermore, require certain biometric data to be read before they can be opened, outside of a certain failsafe- in the event of the deactivation of Unit 00001, 00002 will be activated to recover 00001’s black box. This system will persist with the lowest available serial number. Any attempt to open these units by force or any other means will send them into lockdown.
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Genesis
BasicName:Vale Glamorgan
G-26 Android Mk.5 “Palingenesis”, serial number 00001
Nickname(s):
Alias:
Genesis
Gender:
‘Female’
Age:
2 years
Physiological/PsychologicalAppearance:
Height:
5’5” (No mods)
5’10” (Mods attached)
Weight:
130 kg / ~270 lbs
Costume*:
Body Modifications/Implants*:
Machine: Her entire body is mechanical. Her torso, head, upper arms and upper legs are made to resemble a more human appearance, but anywhere past the elbow and knee are fitted with a mechanical, modifiable skeleton. The main body can withstand non-specialised ammunition up to .50 calibre rounds. Her main energy storage unit seems to be located on her spinal attachment, which runs from her neck all the way down her entire spinal cord, and features a long extended cord that acts akin to a flexible tail. When its claw attachment is not affixed, it is barely thicker than a finger, and has an adaptor on its end that seems to be what she uses to plug into a power socket for charging.
Black Box: Her processing core is protected by an extremely durable case, created for the sole purpose of protecting the data within, which stores all the memories of the original Vale Glamorgan and her knowledge, as well as whatever memories that her replica has backed up so far. It has proven to be a tough son of a bitch so far, capable of surviving near tens of thousands of force applied directly to it, and possesses electromagnetic shielding. Only another Palingenesis unit and Data know how to open the black box to retrieve whatever storage unit is inside.
Magnification: Her eyes can double as a pair of binoculars, allowing her to zoom in up to 8x.
Blood Type:
N/A
Personality:
“I will assist you, and it is an honor to do so.”
Servile and polite seems to sum up what Genesis is supposed to be. Despite having been built on the memories and personality traits of her original, she has found that the behavioural patterns that her original exhibits were less than ideal and illogical when it came to interacting with others. When compared to her egotistical creator, who was insufferable, at best, Genesis just seems downright nice and genuinely so. She has a tendency to voice out approval and lauds praise wherever she deems it appropriate, and even does so to opponents.
Genesis seems to enjoy working and interacting with other people, out of both curiosity and an inexplicable satisfaction of learning.
She exhibits absolute loyalty to whoever is recognised as the ‘leader’ of New Anarchists, and currently observes Data as such, to the point of relinquishing her codes to him. His commands also override most of her own programming, and while she may disagree with his orders, it is only within her main directive to assist with NA’s progression. She has made and will make it clear that she does as she does not out of blind loyalty, but from a sense of duty. She can easily ignore Data’s orders, but does not do so purely because she is, as quoted, “okay with it”.
Backstory*:
A last bid, perhaps delusional, attempt at prolonging one’s life, the G-26 Android Mk. 5, also known as Palingenesis, was built by Vale Glamorgan, upon which, she transferred every single inch of her memory into the replica.
Affiliations/ConnectionsAffiliation:
New Anarchist
Alignment:
Lawful Neutral
Relationships:
Vale Glamorgan:
The original Vale Glamorgan. Deceased. Technically her mother as well as the same person, given that they both share the same experiences and memories, up until the original’s death. Genesis seems to think very lowly of her personality, but admires her knowledge and ability as an engineer and mechanic.
Superpowers/AbilitiesPowers:
N/A
Mastery of Power:
N/A
Limits:
N/A
Skills:
Repair:
The dedicated repairman and one-man engineering crew of New Anarchist, Vale is capable of maintaining and fixing any and all of the equipment and structural issues that New Anarchist may have. This also extends to her own mechanical parts. Though particularly skilled at identifying and fixing, she is not fairly gifted with innovation and creating.
Scout:
Genesis’ modifications and capabilities allow her to reach vantage points, approach lower-threat enemies, and, if anything goes haywire, hightail it out of there at top speeds. All these combined, she makes a rather capable scout, if not an extremely good one.
Gadgets/EquipmentEquipment:
Pneumatic Power Fists: All of her arm mods come with pneumatic-powered fists, allowing her to cause major damage with a single palm strike.
Scout Loadout: Her combat ‘boots’ so to speak utilise compressed air to allow her to both leap up to four stories in height, and the claw-like ends of her ‘feet’ are able to dig into concrete and metal, allowing her to easily scale walls. The compressed air system also allows her to keep pace with speeds at about 200 mph. This loadout also features a tail-like appendage attached to her spinal modification, to which is attached a claw at the tip, allowing her to grip onto protrusions, disarming targets, or simply skewering an opponent.
7.62mm Arm-Mounted Machine Guns: Not advised to be attached to anything that isn't a machine due to the immense recoil. As its name implies, it is a 7.62mm machine gun mounted on either arm. When firing, the hand of the arm itself will collapse backwards, and its pneumatic punching capability cannot be utilised until the machinegun is retracted.
Skewer: A blade attachment to the arm. Due to size limitations, no arm can hold both this attachment and the 7.62mm at the same time. As such, Genesis tends to equip one of each on either arm.
Personal Belongings:
Palingenesis Units Serial Numbers 00002 to 00009:
Unactivated units stored within a storage unit inside what can only be called her ‘room’, though it is more akin to a workshop. The storage units holding the Palingenesis are electronically locked, and, furthermore, require certain biometric data to be read before they can be opened, outside of a certain failsafe- in the event of the deactivation of Unit 00001, 00002 will be activated to recover 00001’s black box. This system will persist with the lowest available serial number. Any attempt to open these units by force or any other means will send them into lockdown.
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BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
Accepted
Name:
Hedda Vanderline
Nickname(s):
Honey
Alias:
Honeydew
Gender:
Female
Age:
20
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
Height:
5'8
Weight:
126 lbs (ask her ic and the answer is a punch to the face)
Costume:
Honey wears multiple costumes
1. The one in the picture above
2.
3.
(possibly more)
Body Modifications/Implants:
The area over her heart has been modified to be stronger, so being shot in the chest isn't much of a threat to her anymore. All of the Super Soldiers have them these days.
Blood Type:
O
Personality:
Honey is a sweet ray of sunshine, who has a pretty big ego when it comes to her looks. Typically she is a cheery person, but she does have a bit of a temper and can get pissed off pretty easily. She tends to hold grudges, and her sunny personality shifts into her "fuck you" mode, which is usually seen when her ex is brought up. She has a taste for the finer things in life, in both materials and men . . . Which is admittedly why she is still hung over on her ex because man he was seriously sexy as fuck. She has a big sister feel to her, and could be motherly if she was more mature and had a bit more responsibility. Even if a child is a godlike being, she is still very protective over them when it comes to fighting and doesn't like seeing children on the battlefield.
Also she is single, and if there are any hot guys (with a nice looking bank account), please hit her up. This princess needs a knight in shining armor, who is a sexy beast in the sheets.
Backstory:
Raised in the riches and glamour, Honey grew up feeling like a princess . . . Then her parents made some awful investments and things started to go downhill. Trading off her tiara for a helmet, Honey enlisted to earn money and benefits for her family. Proving herself during the years, Honey became a Super Solider, her abilities getting a major boost with the power of science and she was taken under the wing of Hotsauce, an extremely popular hero who was also incredibly hot.
During a mission to a lesser area (as they liked to call it), Honey started to see some of the less attractive sides of Hotsauce. Most of her time there consisted of firing squads, shooting down the "filthy criminals". Hotsauce's ideals were that if they stopped the lesser criminals early, they could never become a super villain. This also applied to children, and that is where Honey drew the line. Abandoning her squad, she went to return home only to realize her parents had actually sold out to Hotsauce to regain their wealth and status. At this point, Honey was extremely just done with everything and decided it was time to majorly fuck things up.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment:
Chaotic Good
Relationships:
The Vanderlines - Her elite family of sellouts. This is her bank account, since she tends to reroute a good portion of their money to her personal account. To be fair, its money they are gaining from her.
Hotsauce - The hero she worked for, and is also "engaged" too. These two had a budding romance at some point, but then he shot a kid who had just stolen a loaf of bread for his siblings and that was kind of the deal breaker. He is really hot though, like really hot. If it wasn't for the hardcore punishments, they could of had the sexiest babies ever.
Ex Squad - Connections were basically cut, but they still remember each other. There were at least 10 in her squad, although she was only close to 4 of them. Hasn't checked in on them, but they are probably alright or whatever.
Mimi-Chan - A friend AI thingy from the internet she found. They are basically like her Siri, and monitors her bank reroutes as well as her blog. Makes sure her fabulous selfies stay untraceable.
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
Living Shield - Similar to a shield, Honey's body can block many attacks. Overall she is pretty durable, but she is able to redirect her energy to small areas of her body to completely shield off an attack.
Battle Empowerment - The longer Honey fights, the harder she punches and the more damage she can take.
+ While empowered, Honey will be able to absorb certain attacks and use the energy in them to give her more fuel. This includes lighting, bullets (only on her forearms and shins), and explosions. Even if she absorbs it, the effects aren't canceled out. The force of the explosion can still send her flying (which could cause her to slam into something that would knock her out), and when being shocked her muscles will stiffen to a near paralysis effect. The most she can handle currently is being stuck by lightening, and automatic long (or medium) range bullets. Shotguns, short range, and anything more than what a storm can bring is over her durability.
Rejuvenation - Through pure focus, Honey is able to manipulate her flow of energy to heal herself. If she embraces someone else, she can redirect her flow to stabilize them.
Mastery of Power:
Honey is a trained super solider, and at some point worked in a hero's squad before deserting. She is still working on her absorption and expanding her area of effect on her shield. The special effects were a given power, and the Rejuvenation was an ability that was boosted from an outside source. The added abilities are still a work in progress for her.
Limits:
-Although Honey is extremely durable, she can't withstand everything and if she gets knocked out then its pretty much over. She'll bleed if you slash at her, even if she has a bit of thicker skin, and if you shoot her with a small bullet then it'll pierce through her empowered body.
+ In terms of the complete blocking of an attack, she is only capable of focusing this in a small area of effect. Anywhere else will be effected and while focusing her energy to fortified the small area, the rest of her body becomes less durable. Currently she is only able to cover her forearms, shins, and her mid-back up to her shoulder blades. Weak points in general are her neck, back of head, chin, and stomach.
-Battle Empowerment only works if she is still up on her feet and is able to move. While she can absorb certain attacks to give her fuel, anything freezing counters her. She might be able to melt herself out of an ice block, but it takes away lot of her energy to do so. Basically heat transfers to cold, and energy is hot.
-Rejuvenation can only be done while she is meditating. Being a young adult, she isn't going to be able to keep her head cool enough to do any healing. This is more of a post fight thing, and unless it's full meditation it'll most likely just be used to clear up a cut on her face.
Skills:
- Honey has been trained in all sorts of fire arms, and is able to reload two weapons in under 20 seconds before firing again. She is an amazing shot, often taking a sniping position . . . Unfortunately she had a major break up and has sworn off using guns ever again.
- Being an up in your face sort of lady, Honey is very good at close combat. She has been trained in all sorts of hand to hand combat styles, but seems to enjoy using her fists the most.
- Honey is very resourceful, at least she is when it comes to styling up. When it comes to fixing hair, nails, or even just a cute outfit she becomes extremely resourceful. She is the Tony Stark of beauty.
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment:
- Her cellphone. It may just look like a cute and very durable flip phone, but in it are all of her connections. Lets just say not everyone she knew agreed with her ex, and a lot of people owe her favors . . . and some just really want to win her hand in marriage now that she is single and ready to mingle.
- Fingerless gloves (they cut off at the bend of the finger). They are pretty decent, but won't protect her hands completely. This is more of a thing she uses to look cool and at least try to keep her hands pretty. One of her pairs have a metal padding on the backhand area, but apparently they don't clash with her eyes.
- Sunglasses . . . This is also just a thing she uses to look awesome in fights, and she argues its to "block the sun out of her eyes" but she has been caught taking selfies with them.
Personal Belongings:
- Her golden (and illegal) credit card. Its how she quickly accesses her families bank account for herself. She may also be able to hack other accounts, but she prefers flipping off her family (and occasionally an ex lover).
- An engagement ring worth a million dollars in cash. It's the ring that had once sealed her to a relationship with a certain hero, but now its a very expensive keychain charm that she likes to use to open packages. Diamonds are seriously no joke when it comes to cutting through taped boxes.
- A key chain with various keys. When you have a fortune to toy with, you end up with some really expensive big kid toys. Her favorite key is the black diamond key that goes to one of her favorite cars, all curtsy of her ex's bank account.
Extra:
- Honey has her own blog, and a few social media sites that are monitored by an AI she found. She is kind of becoming a celebrity, which is ironic because she has flipped flopped sides. One of her most popular segments are the "Fuck you Hotsauce" which are filled with her posting pictures of her trashing her ex, or even occasionally pranking him from a distant.
- Did I mention she is "engaged" to Hotsauce? That was the thing her parents sold out on, which would have been fine if he wasn't such an ass. She has broken things off, but he still keeps trying to reach out to her, trying to mend things together. Very tempting, but a lady must be firm in her morals, and one of those morals is to not overly punish people.
- She has a secret PO boxes that pop up occasionally so she can do PO opening videos for her fans . . . If only her ex could stop finding it and sending gardens of flowers and chocolates to her. How many hate posts does a lady have to make for a guy to understand they are never getting back together?
BriiAngelic
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BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
ACCEPTED
|| Cain W. Cartwright, Pneuma Rot ||
Character-Sheet Format
Basic
Name: Cain Will Cartwright.
Nickname(s): Cain, Will, Bloody Cain, Pneu.
Alias: Pneuma Rot.
Gender: Male.
Age: 23.
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
Cain W. Cartwright has the appearance of a tall man with a skinny build, with his hair being the color of a dark blue with parted bangs that covers his good portion of the right side of his face. The eyes of Cain's eyes are the color of a very light blue, which would often be mistaken for silver under certain lights.
Height: 6 feet 1 inch.
Weight: 169lbs.
Costume*:
The costume which Cain wears as Pneuma consists of an entirely white blazer with a black shirt underneath it. He also wears a pair of white trousers with it. There are a pair of special red gloves and shoes that he wears that are both resistant to acid, and can allow him to secrete his blood through them without it getting stuck inside them. Pneuma also wears an all black mask that obscures the lower part of his face, with a zipper for his mouth.
Blood Type: Special yellow blood.
Personality:
The easiest way to describe Cain is that he's a person who has a habit of getting bored very easily, often losing his interest after mere minutes or seconds when it comes to the more mundane of tasks. If something he once enjoyed gets repetitive after a while, he'll lose interest in that too. With an attention span that's as short as his, the things that he does like do are very few. Such as causing others misfortune, or in other words, fucking around with them. Cain finds amusement in annoying and messing with other people through small pranks, and generally just enjoys it. He constantly needs to find something to do, and will most likely laze around until he does find something.
Cain also possesses a certain bluntness that you wouldn't find in others, where he would have the gall to say anything about a certain person even if right in front of them without any restraint nor without much thought on it. Making him honest, though will occasionally dodge certain questions and such. The thing Cain values the most in his life is his freedom, and generally does not like being told what to do unless the task is at least something he thinks is enjoyable. However, he will do these tasks still in order to increase the trust and gain a few potentially useful allies that he could use in the future. Cain loves fun, but won't object to a little bit of responsibility every once in a while.
When it comes to fights, Cain holds little to no regard for his own life. Often charging straight into the fight and not having an ounce of fear for his own death, and will utilize any way he can possibly defeat opponent. Brute force is what he usually uses when fighting, showing no mercy and constant ruthlessness when he fights as it's the most fight he'll have in a fight than fighting with a strategy. Though even a person like him can exhibit some form of kindness. Cain has a soft spot for animals, and likes playing with them. For the people that he does actually care about and likes, he will try protecting them somewhat and absolutely does not like seeing them being hurt.
Backstory*:
Before becoming apart of the Cartwright family, Cain was originally born as Cain Ocean Fitzgerald where he lived with his original family up until his untimely kidnapping. His life before wasn't very eventful as he was kidnapped at a young age.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Relationships:
Leslie V. Cartwright/Omni - The non blood-related little sister of Cain, who he treats as a younger sister despite her being older than him.
Ashley Cartwright/Blue - The also non blood-related little brother of Cain, who he loves very, very much. They're a little too close, if you get what I mean. (They're lovers.)
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
Corrosive Ichor - This power gives the user the power to secrete their blood, which in this case, is much different from a normal human's blood. With a very notable difference in the color, which is a lot more like a golden yellow rather than the typical crimson red. This special blood of his has the special property of being extremely similar to acid, being able to corrode objects like it were actual acid. Capable of eating through metal, releasing fumes and etcetera like typical highly corrosive acid.
Acid Immunity - The user's body is completely immune to any and all acids.
Mastery of Power:
The control he has over his own power is fairly proficient, as he's capable of utilizing it in ways that aren't just corroding. Such as using it as a way to maneuver faster through secreting it on the bottom of his feet and skating on the ground or brutally sinking his teeth into someone and then proceeding to secrete it through his teeth like some venomous snake. Though he would often lose track of how much blood he's using up, effectively making him lose more blood than what's considered safe.
Limits:
First and foremost, the most lethal of a limit his power gives him is the blood loss. As if he secretes too much of his blood, he would be able to enter hypovolemic shock and experience all of it's symptoms. Such as feeling weak, cold or clammy skin, rapid heart rate, confusion, nausea, dizziness, loss of consciousness and etc. So Pneuma would have to be a lot more careful with his powers as he could die because of it.
Skills:
-Basic Medical Knowledge
-Steady Hands
-Drummer
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment:
-A standard pocket knife(for stabbing himself just in case).
-Bandages.
Personal Belongings:
-A tiny notebook with a fox on it's cover.
-A pen.
-A pack of cigarettes.
-A lighter.
Extra
Fun Facts:
-His favourite animal is the fox.
-fucking fabulous boy
-Cain likes smoking.
Theme:
normal theme - thug tears - jpegmafia
battle theme - baby i'm bleeding - jpegmafia
Character-Sheet Format
Basic
Name: Cain Will Cartwright.
Nickname(s): Cain, Will, Bloody Cain, Pneu.
Alias: Pneuma Rot.
Gender: Male.
Age: 23.
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
Cain W. Cartwright has the appearance of a tall man with a skinny build, with his hair being the color of a dark blue with parted bangs that covers his good portion of the right side of his face. The eyes of Cain's eyes are the color of a very light blue, which would often be mistaken for silver under certain lights.
Height: 6 feet 1 inch.
Weight: 169lbs.
Costume*:
The costume which Cain wears as Pneuma consists of an entirely white blazer with a black shirt underneath it. He also wears a pair of white trousers with it. There are a pair of special red gloves and shoes that he wears that are both resistant to acid, and can allow him to secrete his blood through them without it getting stuck inside them. Pneuma also wears an all black mask that obscures the lower part of his face, with a zipper for his mouth.
Blood Type: Special yellow blood.
Personality:
The easiest way to describe Cain is that he's a person who has a habit of getting bored very easily, often losing his interest after mere minutes or seconds when it comes to the more mundane of tasks. If something he once enjoyed gets repetitive after a while, he'll lose interest in that too. With an attention span that's as short as his, the things that he does like do are very few. Such as causing others misfortune, or in other words, fucking around with them. Cain finds amusement in annoying and messing with other people through small pranks, and generally just enjoys it. He constantly needs to find something to do, and will most likely laze around until he does find something.
Cain also possesses a certain bluntness that you wouldn't find in others, where he would have the gall to say anything about a certain person even if right in front of them without any restraint nor without much thought on it. Making him honest, though will occasionally dodge certain questions and such. The thing Cain values the most in his life is his freedom, and generally does not like being told what to do unless the task is at least something he thinks is enjoyable. However, he will do these tasks still in order to increase the trust and gain a few potentially useful allies that he could use in the future. Cain loves fun, but won't object to a little bit of responsibility every once in a while.
When it comes to fights, Cain holds little to no regard for his own life. Often charging straight into the fight and not having an ounce of fear for his own death, and will utilize any way he can possibly defeat opponent. Brute force is what he usually uses when fighting, showing no mercy and constant ruthlessness when he fights as it's the most fight he'll have in a fight than fighting with a strategy. Though even a person like him can exhibit some form of kindness. Cain has a soft spot for animals, and likes playing with them. For the people that he does actually care about and likes, he will try protecting them somewhat and absolutely does not like seeing them being hurt.
Backstory*:
Before becoming apart of the Cartwright family, Cain was originally born as Cain Ocean Fitzgerald where he lived with his original family up until his untimely kidnapping. His life before wasn't very eventful as he was kidnapped at a young age.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Relationships:
Leslie V. Cartwright/Omni - The non blood-related little sister of Cain, who he treats as a younger sister despite her being older than him.
Ashley Cartwright/Blue - The also non blood-related little brother of Cain, who he loves very, very much. They're a little too close, if you get what I mean. (They're lovers.)
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
Corrosive Ichor - This power gives the user the power to secrete their blood, which in this case, is much different from a normal human's blood. With a very notable difference in the color, which is a lot more like a golden yellow rather than the typical crimson red. This special blood of his has the special property of being extremely similar to acid, being able to corrode objects like it were actual acid. Capable of eating through metal, releasing fumes and etcetera like typical highly corrosive acid.
Acid Immunity - The user's body is completely immune to any and all acids.
Mastery of Power:
The control he has over his own power is fairly proficient, as he's capable of utilizing it in ways that aren't just corroding. Such as using it as a way to maneuver faster through secreting it on the bottom of his feet and skating on the ground or brutally sinking his teeth into someone and then proceeding to secrete it through his teeth like some venomous snake. Though he would often lose track of how much blood he's using up, effectively making him lose more blood than what's considered safe.
Limits:
First and foremost, the most lethal of a limit his power gives him is the blood loss. As if he secretes too much of his blood, he would be able to enter hypovolemic shock and experience all of it's symptoms. Such as feeling weak, cold or clammy skin, rapid heart rate, confusion, nausea, dizziness, loss of consciousness and etc. So Pneuma would have to be a lot more careful with his powers as he could die because of it.
Skills:
-Basic Medical Knowledge
-Steady Hands
-Drummer
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment:
-A standard pocket knife(for stabbing himself just in case).
-Bandages.
Personal Belongings:
-A tiny notebook with a fox on it's cover.
-A pen.
-A pack of cigarettes.
-A lighter.
Extra
Fun Facts:
-His favourite animal is the fox.
-fucking fabulous boy
-Cain likes smoking.
Theme:
normal theme - thug tears - jpegmafia
battle theme - baby i'm bleeding - jpegmafia
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Lappi
The Living Script
Name: Clara Knapp
Nickname(s):
- Clare
- Claw girl
- Fiend
- Knapp
Alias: Apex
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
(Thanks for the Faceclaim
simj26
)
Height: 6' 1" (The tail is around 4' long)
Weight: 158LB
Costume*: (No costume)
Body Modifications/Implants*: All natural
Blood Type: poisonous.... O-
Personality:
Vigilant with an eye for adventure, Clara is a pragmatic merc with a dash of hedonism. The kind of girl that knows what she wants, when she wants it, Clara as an individual is quite the self-aware person. Yet in spite of her tendency to be a bit of a thrill seeker, Clara tends to avoid allowing her desires to completely rule her every move or dictate her every action. In fact she can be quite disciplined and even well-organized. Considering the type of education she grew up with she tends to be somewhat studious but is also very cautious; beyond her education and on to her training, Clara's training has made her into a well trained killing machine who can kill without much remorse if she is required to do it in the heat of battle.
Despite her air of caution, Clara can be quite the waggish lass, capable of becoming quite playful when she wants especially when her own personal interests are piqued and multiplied by her free-spirited nature. But when the chips are down and a situation demands it, playfulness takes a step back where quick decision making is needed, to let firmness take a step in.
Backstory*:
Raised in the rural regions of Midwest US, Clara, from infancy through childhood, has always been a hunter. It started when her father noticed she'd chase after other animals when she was 4. Squirrels, rabbits, even birds. At first it'd been more of a game, something she did while she was bored. After her father noticed this he figured it was time to actually train her in the family trade, she was a Knapp after all; While her dad wanted to train her in more of a naturalistic way. Clare's mom disagreed and taught her more traditionally, with discipline and repetition. This lead to Knapp growing up with a much better grasp on her emotions and having a higher education was essential to her line of work. Knapp had learned how to read,write, how to do basic to advanced math, all alongside her combat training, it was a very strict regiment that had little room for playing around.
For seven years things went like this. constant studying and rigorous training with only breaks to rest and learn. Then when Clara hit 15 her training got pushed up a level when her mother took her out on their first 'group' mission. Well, group may have been a strong term to use. More like Clara got to witness her mother in action in a assassination and got to see how her mother worked while she simply followed along. But, she did get to hone her stealth skills. Practicing creeping around with her mom, there was something about it all. The serious air, the silence, the atmosphere, how calm her mother was just before she finished off her kill, there was a strange feeling that bubbled to the surface in her chest and only continued to grow the more she continued following her parents around on their jobs. Killing wasn't exactly uncommon in their line of work, she'd learned it at a young age that things died and that their work involved a lot of dying or sometimes a lot of guarding. There was something about it, she had done more and more in these jobs as she got more and more experienced. She went from following them around to doing the killing herself, to making narrow escapes herself. It was exhilarating, the rush of a narrow escape, the build up to the kill. It was very intoxicating, the fame earned from being skilled was nice, but she was addicted to the game. She left her parents care and started to take jobs on her own, hoping to do her own thing.
After a couple jobs, that all went smooth as butter- she created a nickname for herself. She called herself Apex. And it was a stage name she used whenever the small chance arrived at taking up a lucrative job. That desire, brought her to Archeo. For a month she worked small gigs, minor jobs, and once in a while got the occasional good snag. It was very good buisness, people always needed people dead, or something guarded, or someone guarded. She was very good at it, training during a good portion of her life for this, Clare excelled even in her first jobs working alone. Until she took one job that went a bad way.
She took a simple job for a pretty large gang in the poor side of town, it was simple. Kill someone who wouldn't shut up, simple, in-fact he had himself in the open pretty much 24/7. So she just snuck into his apartment and stabbed him in his sleep. Of course there was a catch, she came back to her employer to find a firing squad of pistol & SMG wielding gangsters ready to gun her down. Turns out her little job sparked an all out gang war. The other gang won... of course, so she was forced to run away! fast. She couldn't handle the whole gang herself, they have way too much influence in this city. Clara ended up going underground for a bit to hide away. Trying to get away whenever she could, only getting a few jobs here and there. It bugged Clara all too much for comfort, she had to get away but simply stepping into the street got her shot at.
Keeping an eye out, it was fate or luck, that she found that flier that she found awoke a spark in her. A promise of interesting game and more entertaining adventures. Not only that but the opportunity of gaining allies in a environment that she has a large bulls-eye on her back. A all too valuable opportunity, and a change of pace she would do way more than just welcome. She ran to the meeting place only to find another fight and she ended up on a boat to god knows where.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: [Lawful/Social/Neutral/Immoral/Chaotic] [Evil/Neutral]
Chaotic Neutral
Relationships:
Superpowers/ Abilities
Apex can force herself to have a rush of adrenaline to amplify a portion of her physical capabilities. Whether it be her senses, overall strength, ex.
Mastery of Power: Has expert control of all of her abilities.
Limits:
Poison Limits/Effects
Equipment: [5 max]
Nothing but tooth, claw, & tail
Personal Belongings:
A small photo stored with her belongings of her parents
Extra
[Include anything I missed]
Has a small bit on the end of her tail that can have spearheads & such attached to the end
Is a bit of a clean freak, keeping her room spotless.
Gallery
Nickname(s):
- Clare
- Claw girl
- Fiend
- Knapp
Alias: Apex
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
(Thanks for the Faceclaim
simj26
)Height: 6' 1" (The tail is around 4' long)
Weight: 158LB
Costume*: (No costume)
Body Modifications/Implants*: All natural
Blood Type: poisonous.... O-
Personality:
Vigilant with an eye for adventure, Clara is a pragmatic merc with a dash of hedonism. The kind of girl that knows what she wants, when she wants it, Clara as an individual is quite the self-aware person. Yet in spite of her tendency to be a bit of a thrill seeker, Clara tends to avoid allowing her desires to completely rule her every move or dictate her every action. In fact she can be quite disciplined and even well-organized. Considering the type of education she grew up with she tends to be somewhat studious but is also very cautious; beyond her education and on to her training, Clara's training has made her into a well trained killing machine who can kill without much remorse if she is required to do it in the heat of battle.
Despite her air of caution, Clara can be quite the waggish lass, capable of becoming quite playful when she wants especially when her own personal interests are piqued and multiplied by her free-spirited nature. But when the chips are down and a situation demands it, playfulness takes a step back where quick decision making is needed, to let firmness take a step in.
Backstory*:
Raised in the rural regions of Midwest US, Clara, from infancy through childhood, has always been a hunter. It started when her father noticed she'd chase after other animals when she was 4. Squirrels, rabbits, even birds. At first it'd been more of a game, something she did while she was bored. After her father noticed this he figured it was time to actually train her in the family trade, she was a Knapp after all; While her dad wanted to train her in more of a naturalistic way. Clare's mom disagreed and taught her more traditionally, with discipline and repetition. This lead to Knapp growing up with a much better grasp on her emotions and having a higher education was essential to her line of work. Knapp had learned how to read,write, how to do basic to advanced math, all alongside her combat training, it was a very strict regiment that had little room for playing around.
For seven years things went like this. constant studying and rigorous training with only breaks to rest and learn. Then when Clara hit 15 her training got pushed up a level when her mother took her out on their first 'group' mission. Well, group may have been a strong term to use. More like Clara got to witness her mother in action in a assassination and got to see how her mother worked while she simply followed along. But, she did get to hone her stealth skills. Practicing creeping around with her mom, there was something about it all. The serious air, the silence, the atmosphere, how calm her mother was just before she finished off her kill, there was a strange feeling that bubbled to the surface in her chest and only continued to grow the more she continued following her parents around on their jobs. Killing wasn't exactly uncommon in their line of work, she'd learned it at a young age that things died and that their work involved a lot of dying or sometimes a lot of guarding. There was something about it, she had done more and more in these jobs as she got more and more experienced. She went from following them around to doing the killing herself, to making narrow escapes herself. It was exhilarating, the rush of a narrow escape, the build up to the kill. It was very intoxicating, the fame earned from being skilled was nice, but she was addicted to the game. She left her parents care and started to take jobs on her own, hoping to do her own thing.
After a couple jobs, that all went smooth as butter- she created a nickname for herself. She called herself Apex. And it was a stage name she used whenever the small chance arrived at taking up a lucrative job. That desire, brought her to Archeo. For a month she worked small gigs, minor jobs, and once in a while got the occasional good snag. It was very good buisness, people always needed people dead, or something guarded, or someone guarded. She was very good at it, training during a good portion of her life for this, Clare excelled even in her first jobs working alone. Until she took one job that went a bad way.
She took a simple job for a pretty large gang in the poor side of town, it was simple. Kill someone who wouldn't shut up, simple, in-fact he had himself in the open pretty much 24/7. So she just snuck into his apartment and stabbed him in his sleep. Of course there was a catch, she came back to her employer to find a firing squad of pistol & SMG wielding gangsters ready to gun her down. Turns out her little job sparked an all out gang war. The other gang won... of course, so she was forced to run away! fast. She couldn't handle the whole gang herself, they have way too much influence in this city. Clara ended up going underground for a bit to hide away. Trying to get away whenever she could, only getting a few jobs here and there. It bugged Clara all too much for comfort, she had to get away but simply stepping into the street got her shot at.
Keeping an eye out, it was fate or luck, that she found that flier that she found awoke a spark in her. A promise of interesting game and more entertaining adventures. Not only that but the opportunity of gaining allies in a environment that she has a large bulls-eye on her back. A all too valuable opportunity, and a change of pace she would do way more than just welcome. She ran to the meeting place only to find another fight and she ended up on a boat to god knows where.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: [Lawful/Social/Neutral/Immoral/Chaotic] [Evil/Neutral]
Chaotic Neutral
Relationships:
- Some heroes may recognize her. Some may even try to conversate with her before trying to kill her.
- Has a history with the villain known as Omni, encountering her in not 1 but 2 missions she acquired. The first was an assassination where the 2 actually fought each other over who got to kill the target. Then another instance occurred where they both got the same assignment and ended up getting into a argument that caused their position to be compromised and the mission was a failure. Needless to say the 2 have a friendly rivalry, each looking to outdo the other. But not truly looking to completely screw over/ruin the other.
Superpowers/Abilities
Superpowers/ Abilities
Power: Monster Physiology
- Tooth and Claw
- Heightened Sense
- Reactive Cloaking
- Supernatural Condition
- Supernatural Recuperation Rate
- Supernatural Endurance
- Containment Immunity
- Superhuman Strength
- Poison Generation
Adrenaline RushApex can force herself to have a rush of adrenaline to amplify a portion of her physical capabilities. Whether it be her senses, overall strength, ex.
Mastery of Power: Has expert control of all of her abilities.
Limits:
Poison Limits/Effects
Effect 1: Poison from a cut stays in the system for 25 minutes in total.
Effect 2: Takes 5 minutes to reach full effect, during this time the affected limb is paralyzed.
Effect 3: Once the poison has reached full effect it paralysis the target for around 15 minutes
Effect 4: The last 5 minutes is a recovery period where the body will still be partially numb and the effected limb will be paralyzed, but movement is restored.
Limit 1: Cannot finally produce poison, it takes time and energy to restore her supply after expending too much.
Adrenaline Rush Limits
Limit 1: Causes fatigue when used.
Limit 2: Can only be used to amplify certain parts of her ability.
Reactive Cloaking Limits
Limit 1: Must either be completely naked or wear equipment that is built to allow for her to use it for it to work.
Combat Strength
Able to pierce semi-thick steel plates and other simple armors by simply punching it or impaling her tail through it. Her claws are sharp enough and have enough force put into them to cut into many armors.
Lift Strength
Can lift 2 tons regularly, 3 tons when amplified by Adrenaline Rush.
Enhanced Senses
While being able to hear,smell and see better than the average human. It can be used against her with an overwhelming amount of stimuli. When amplified by adrenaline rush Clara can hear sounds and smell smells humans can't even begin to hear. Of course this has the same weaknesses as when it's not amplified.
Supernatural Recuperation Rate
Too many injuries within a short time frame will still kill Apex. Another effect of this compounded by her containment immunity allow Apex to effectively live much longer than the average person, Ranging up to 415 years at the most.
Skills:- exceptionally skilled in Stealth and Tracking
- Enhanced Flexibility & Balance
- Trained in a nimble form of hand to hand combat that utilizes all of her limbs to be used as weapons.
- Knows how to strategically plan and has been taught how to take on technologically advanced foes with her natural weapons.
- Knows a large vocabulary and reads often in her free time, giving her and expanded knowledge of many things academic.
- Experienced in the art of persuasion and barter, as a merc should be.
Equipment: [5 max]
Nothing but tooth, claw, & tail
Personal Belongings:
A small photo stored with her belongings of her parents
Extra
[Include anything I missed]
Has a small bit on the end of her tail that can have spearheads & such attached to the end
Is a bit of a clean freak, keeping her room spotless.
Gallery
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BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
Accepted
Xel
The Paladin
"Nyahaha~ ... Wait, that's a cat's laugh. How do Foxes laugh?"
- Name:
Emikou
Nickname:
Emi
Alias:
Inari
Age:
467
Gender:
Female
Height:
4'9" - Child
5'8" - Adult
Weight:
A Fox never tells
Elenion Aura
Two Thousand Club
CORVUS
Name: Corbin Locke
Age: 22
Nickname: Corey
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 lb
Costume*: N/A. Street clothes.
Body Modifications/Implants*: Corbin has several tattoos.
Blood Type: AB
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The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
WIP "SORRY"
BasicName: 'Phillipa Howards'
"I definitely had a cuter name at some point, but I forgot it, like, months ago. But this new one makes me laugh, so it's fine."
Nickname(s): N/A
Alias: Foreigner
Gender: Female
Age: 19?
Physiological/PsychologicalHeight: 5'3" without Nomi, 5'7" with.
A not-okay looking girl that's described as 'having the look of a foreigner' regardless of where she goes.
Weight: 173lbs
Costume: Pictured above.
Body Modifications/Implants:
- The hat-thing on her head that calls itself Necronomicon. No THE, please. It has a mind of its own, but is mostly harmless. Smells like the ocean and is probably some sort of parasite despite what the name implies. Being an evil book, that is. Really doesn't like it when someone questions its name. Can communicate verbally, but doesn't like to because its eye is essentially on its tongue. Since he isn't very interested in people, he tends to just communicate psychically with Phillipa instead. Which he can do, by the by. He's physically bound to Phillipa via eight teeth inserted directly into her brain, and is irremovable without killing his host. Namely, Phillipa. Responsible for Phillipa's litany of physical mutations.
- The most obvious of Phillipa's mutations are definitely the tentacle fingers. They're big, long, floppy, and strong. Don't underestimate them, really. Each one is practically a big white anaconda, perfect constricting, lifting, and thanks to their agility, snapping bone too. Can be controlled but either Phillipa or Nomi, but the prior has priority.
- She also has a pair of tentacle 'tails'. They do practically the same thing as her fingers, but look lewder doing it.
- Pinkish grey skin. Excretes slime rather than sweat and is considerably thicker and more durable than human skin, stopping primitive small arms without issue. More slippery than normal skin, with the sections covering her tentacles being reminiscent of squid or octopus skin.
- Pink eyes. They aren't actually a weak spot. Probably because her connection to Nomi is behind it, they're durable to the point where they can stop gunfire.
- Doesn't need to drink, eat, or breathe. She still does it because it's fun, though.
Personality: Like, insubordinate, I suppose. As a team member, she's closer to something you point at something and hope they start a fight with her than a constructive member of a group. A force of nature! That's a nice way to put it. On a personal level she's decent. If personalities were ranked in levels, with 99 as the cap, she's be something like a 42. She's not unfriendly. She talks a lot, so to say, but mostly about things that people finished talking about five minutes ago or were never talking about in the first place.
She gets along with the sort of people who'll keep her focused, mostly. The ones who keep a firm grip on the wheel of the conversation instead of letting her get tangled up in her own words. Probably because they're the only ones she can have a proper conversation with without getting confused and walking away out of embarrassment. The kind of person she respects the most is the one that's like that, and also smart, and also, like, cool. Whatever that means.
She's mostly joined up with 'NA' because Nomi told her it'd be a good experience for her. Something about learning about the group dynamic before starting one of her own. But, seriously, she isn't interested in that sort of thing, and is really only there to satisfy her grumpy friend for life.
Backstory: Uh, like, who knows. Amnesia. The hat says he sucked out all of Phillipa's old memories because they weren't really necessary, and she takes his word for it so it's not much of a concern for her. All she really knows is that he really, really wants her to start a cult but she's decidedly not ready for that sort of commitment. Instead, much to Nomi's frustration, she's elected to wander the world in search of, uh, something. Fame and fortune, maybe. But probably not anything that mundane. If you were to ask her, she'd probably answer with something like "to get life experience", but she hasn't exactly shown an inquisitive spirit in her adventures. Instead, she mostly just walks from city to city, breaks whatever gets in her way, and repeats.
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Affiliations/Connections
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relationships:
'Necronomicon': Affectionately referred to as Nomi. A half-hat, half-symbiote that claims to be made up of the leather that bound the Necronomicon. While a claim to which the legitimacy of is certainly questionable, Phillipa usually take it at face value. Not many worse things you could be made out of that the cover for the world's most cursed book, right? Despite its name, 'friendship' is probably applicable in some degree to the relationship between the pair. It's a massive nag, doling out advice and criticisms at every opportunity, something that Phillipa, fortunately, tends not to mind. It's just the way he shows that he cares, or something.
Power: Reversion to Beyond - Embiggening. No, she doesn't call it that. Not anymore. Using a gas 'with the appearance of space' as a medium, Phillipa involves the aspect of a 'cosmic squid' and grows her tentacles to four times the size. Imagine a Kraken. But, like, stubbier. Naturally, their strength grows too, enough so to outright flatten a man. Oh, and they also get tougher. Like, a lot tougher. Like, no-sell explosives tougher.
Superpowers/Abilities
Mastery: Her dexterity is severely lacking. Under Phillipa's control, her enhanced tentacles are better for little more than wild flailing. Under Nomi's, they're considerably more precise, but as the 'space gas' that serves as a medium for the transformation is a product that he must actively produce, and a process that turning his focus from will halt, he can only control it for moments at best.
Limits: Nomi can only store about five minute's worth of this gas, and takes an hour to completely 'refill' himself. The gas does not pool, instead seeming to vanish into the earth, meaning it can't be collected for a bolstered supply.
Skills: Really great at multitasking. When she lets Nomi help, at least.
Equipment: A grumpy sometimes-talking book hat.
Gadgets/Equipment
Personal Belongings: A bunch of pages, bound with string. Clearly, they were once covered in writing, but water damage has long since left them unreadable.
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Ashol
Toastwaffles
An Unspecified Villain
- Basic
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Name: Isabella Tor
Nickname(s): Isa, Casper
Alias: (An) Unspecified Villain
Gender: Female
Age: 24
- Physiological/Psychological
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Height: 5’6
chWeight: 115
Costume*: N/A
Body Modifications/Implants*: N/A
Blood Type: A-
Personality: Isa is lone wolf, and rarely gets with others. She’s playful and cocky, with great confidence in what she does, be it running away or ‘intentionally’ losing to someone clearly stronger than her. She has a potty mouth and a knack for saying the wrong things at the wrong time. Even in a fight, she will frequently taunt and mock her opponents, not to provoke them into making a rash decision, but simply for fun.
While not a survivalist, she is more concerned with her own life than that of others, usually prioritising herself first. She is willing to sacrifice her team to achieve her goals. Teammates are just glorified meat shields anyways. It’s very difficult to earn her trust, let alone befriend her. Lacking any sense of compassion, she has no qualms about killing, be it friend or foe. She rarely get attached to anyone, and most of her love goes to her weapons.
Despite her typically carefree nature, she can be very professional when it concerns her job as an assassin. While she doesn’t care about money, fame, or power, she’ll still get the job done. Contrary to how she treats her teammates, she’ll never betray a client. She derives great pleasure from the act of personally landing the finishing blow, and thus despises kill steals. She enjoys killing in flashy ways whenenever possible, sometimes going to unnecessary lengths to ensure a satisfactorily gruesome death.
Backstory*: Σ੧(❛□❛✿)
- Affiliations/Connections
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Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Relationships: Open
- Superpowers/Abilities
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Powers:
Mark: Upon physical contact, Isa can ‘mark’ her targets. This allows her to see them clearly regardless any obstructions to vision, be it through solid objects or gas, in the dark, or even invisibility. She can mark up to three people, including her allies.
Ghost Mode: For 3 seconds, Isa becomes incorporeal and invisible, allowing her to avoid damage, phase through solid objects, and hide or escape as needed.
Superhuman speed, agility, and reflexes: While Isa’s strength and endurance are only slightly above average, she more than makes up for it with speed. She is fast enough to outrun most vehicles and dodge bullets, though automatic weapons can still turn her into swiss cheese.
Mastery of Power:
Mark: Very High
Ghost Mode: Low
Limits:
Mark: Only effective within a range of 50 meters, any target that manages to go beyond that range will no longer be marked. Targets are merely highlighted, meaning she won’t be able to see any obstacles between her and her target in a dark area. It’s also harder to maintain multiple marks, as they make it difficult to focus, and tire her out quicker over time.
Ghost Mode: It can only be used twice per day, and Isa can’t interact with anything while it’s active. Additionally, she can’t end the effect early and must wait out the entire duration.
Skills:
-Hand to hand combat
-Knifeplay
-Swordsmanship
-Stealth
- Equipment
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Equipment:
Two regular swords, albeit of excellent make.
-Katana
-Rapier
Personal Belongings: A pair of shades to throw.
Extra: (*☻-☻*)
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BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
Accepted"Nyahaha~ ... Wait, that's a cat's laugh. How do Foxes laugh?"
Emikou
Nickname:
Emi
Alias:
Inari
Age:
467
Gender:
Female
Height:
4'9" - Child
5'8" - Adult
Weight:
A Fox never tells
Leovonis
One Who Does Not Obey Himself
Name: Levith
Nickname(s): Leviathan
Alias: None.
Gender: Female
Age: 50-100 Years old.
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance: Levith is perhaps one of the more uncanny of her species, with more human-like traits the the most of her race, with fins placed on both sides of her head, mocking human ears. On her head is an accumulation of thick tentacles, which grow out of her head, a mimicry of human follicles. Oddly, like some octopus', her tentacle follicles can change pigment. Her skin is a dark blue hue, a likely result of her aquatic lineage. Her stomach and underarms are colored differently, mostly being a nice clear white. Her arms under arms however are a dull blood red on their underside. The reason why is unknown. Her head is angular, her jaw and chin strong, but now exactly overbearing. Her eyes are a deep brown color. She has two nose ports where a normal nose would be. This seems to be a fairly normal trait for her species. Her teeth are sharklike, pointed and serrated. On her limbs are fins with bright red colors within the webbing. The fins themselves seem to be used for faster travel in water, and can retract and expand. On both sides of her neck are three gills, six in all. Her feet are webbed, with four large toes and webbing in between them. Various scars and cuts are seen on her body, all them healed. The majority of the scars are on her back and arms, with a large cut running down her face. On her bottom half is a long, simple tail with a large fin running down it.
Height: 6.8"
Weight: 143 Ibs.
Costume: None.
Body Modifications/Implants: None.
Blood Type: ???
Personality: Levith is a loud, brash person. She's excitable, impulsive, but tries to make better decisions when it comes to fighting. Though she's a bit rude at times, she hardly ever really means it when talking to the people she "works" with. She thinks highly of her species, and their way of life, though she has very little fondness for humans and their culture. She's ignorant at best and stupid at worse, and will often times just ignore someone she doesn't like. She views herself as flawed, but is in constant need of improvement. This often leads her collecting a new scar on her, but she doesn't mind. In fact, she relishes the thought of collecting more. In that way, she's a bit of a masochist. She finds taking orders form others a trail, being too prideful, but is all to eager to forget about her pride given the proper motive (Food.).
Backstory: [Redacted]
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relationships: Her children, whom she is fond of but never sees due to them raising themselves out in the sea.
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers: Super Strength-This trait is shared with nearly all adults of her species, with their bodies being abnormally strong, specifically in the legs, allowing for acrobatic feats that surpass most humans.
Enhanced Speed- Though her speed in water is greater, her speed on land isn't bad, being able to run much faster then an average person.
Super Stamina- Due to her species being migratory, her body is well verse in using lots of stamina, which means she can fight longer and swim/run longer distances.
Waterbreather: Though Levith does have the ability to breathe oxygen, her gills allow her to breathe water.
Layered Eyes: Levith, as well as other members of her species, have two eyelids, one of which helps them see underwater.
Retractable claws: Retractable claws used for mauling. Can be grown back after a certain period of time. Come out of the tips of her fingers.
Daughter of the Deep: Her skin has developed a great chitinous exoskeleton. Thin, form fitting, yet sturdy, this shell acts as her natural defense.
Mating Season Mood: Has several areas on her body underneath her chitin shell which, at will, exude an aphrodisiac gas via specialized odor glans which is highly potent. This however requires her chitin shell to be broken in several places, such as her neck, chest, arms and ribs. While yes, she's used this for mating, she uses it in combat to incapacitate her foes.
Mastery of Power: Great, though in her eyes she is in constant need of improvement via training.
Limits:
Super Strength: 650 Ibs is her maximum weight she can bear.
Enhanced Speed: In water, up to 75 mph, while on land she can run up to speeds of 45 mph
Super Stamina: Allows up to 6 hours of constant travel and three hours of combat.
Waterbreathing: None
Layered Eyes: None
Daughter of the Deep: Takes a day to regenerate damaged plates, but regenerated plates only have about half strength as normal plates. Normal plates are around the same strength as reinforcerd steel. (Too much?)
Due to her body using an large amount of energy, she it is rather important that she eats. A lot. She needs to eat about three times her body weight in the span of three days to maintain her bodies need for energy.
Mating Season Mood: The gas in her organs, while potent, only holds about a lungful of the gas, which can prove to be difficult to use. The aphrodisiac has no affect on her.
Skills: Swimming, Intimidation, Hand to hand combat, her species native fighting style Hin-obo.
Hin-obo: Adaptive fighting style with multiple different forms, native to Levith's culture and people.. (Mastery of form will be listed.)
Lelop: A primal form of fighting where the fighter takes position on all fours, using teeth and claws to kill. (B+)
Serquina: Fast, jumpy for of combat where the fighter throws their weight behind their blows. Consists of kicks, lunges, punches and tackles. (A+)
Nariqka: Large cleaving movements that consists of claw attacks. (C-)
Aluka: Water based combat, mainly a form of counteracting movements in water, tough has been transformed as a defensive combat. Uses opponents own weight against them, along with fast reactions and complex arm movements to block attacks. (B-)
Truana: Grappling combat form that consists of grabbing your opponent and taking them out on the ground. (D.)
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment: None
Personal Belongings: Bone necklace with several large sea creatures teeth, though what they are is beyond human knowledge.
Extra
Hates Jellyfish, Angler fish and alcohol.
Nickname(s): Leviathan
Alias: None.
Gender: Female
Age: 50-100 Years old.
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance: Levith is perhaps one of the more uncanny of her species, with more human-like traits the the most of her race, with fins placed on both sides of her head, mocking human ears. On her head is an accumulation of thick tentacles, which grow out of her head, a mimicry of human follicles. Oddly, like some octopus', her tentacle follicles can change pigment. Her skin is a dark blue hue, a likely result of her aquatic lineage. Her stomach and underarms are colored differently, mostly being a nice clear white. Her arms under arms however are a dull blood red on their underside. The reason why is unknown. Her head is angular, her jaw and chin strong, but now exactly overbearing. Her eyes are a deep brown color. She has two nose ports where a normal nose would be. This seems to be a fairly normal trait for her species. Her teeth are sharklike, pointed and serrated. On her limbs are fins with bright red colors within the webbing. The fins themselves seem to be used for faster travel in water, and can retract and expand. On both sides of her neck are three gills, six in all. Her feet are webbed, with four large toes and webbing in between them. Various scars and cuts are seen on her body, all them healed. The majority of the scars are on her back and arms, with a large cut running down her face. On her bottom half is a long, simple tail with a large fin running down it.
Height: 6.8"
Weight: 143 Ibs.
Costume: None.
Body Modifications/Implants: None.
Blood Type: ???
Personality: Levith is a loud, brash person. She's excitable, impulsive, but tries to make better decisions when it comes to fighting. Though she's a bit rude at times, she hardly ever really means it when talking to the people she "works" with. She thinks highly of her species, and their way of life, though she has very little fondness for humans and their culture. She's ignorant at best and stupid at worse, and will often times just ignore someone she doesn't like. She views herself as flawed, but is in constant need of improvement. This often leads her collecting a new scar on her, but she doesn't mind. In fact, she relishes the thought of collecting more. In that way, she's a bit of a masochist. She finds taking orders form others a trail, being too prideful, but is all to eager to forget about her pride given the proper motive (Food.).
Backstory: [Redacted]
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relationships: Her children, whom she is fond of but never sees due to them raising themselves out in the sea.
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers: Super Strength-This trait is shared with nearly all adults of her species, with their bodies being abnormally strong, specifically in the legs, allowing for acrobatic feats that surpass most humans.
Enhanced Speed- Though her speed in water is greater, her speed on land isn't bad, being able to run much faster then an average person.
Super Stamina- Due to her species being migratory, her body is well verse in using lots of stamina, which means she can fight longer and swim/run longer distances.
Waterbreather: Though Levith does have the ability to breathe oxygen, her gills allow her to breathe water.
Layered Eyes: Levith, as well as other members of her species, have two eyelids, one of which helps them see underwater.
Retractable claws: Retractable claws used for mauling. Can be grown back after a certain period of time. Come out of the tips of her fingers.
Daughter of the Deep: Her skin has developed a great chitinous exoskeleton. Thin, form fitting, yet sturdy, this shell acts as her natural defense.
Mating Season Mood: Has several areas on her body underneath her chitin shell which, at will, exude an aphrodisiac gas via specialized odor glans which is highly potent. This however requires her chitin shell to be broken in several places, such as her neck, chest, arms and ribs. While yes, she's used this for mating, she uses it in combat to incapacitate her foes.
Mastery of Power: Great, though in her eyes she is in constant need of improvement via training.
Limits:
Super Strength: 650 Ibs is her maximum weight she can bear.
Enhanced Speed: In water, up to 75 mph, while on land she can run up to speeds of 45 mph
Super Stamina: Allows up to 6 hours of constant travel and three hours of combat.
Waterbreathing: None
Layered Eyes: None
Daughter of the Deep: Takes a day to regenerate damaged plates, but regenerated plates only have about half strength as normal plates. Normal plates are around the same strength as reinforcerd steel. (Too much?)
Due to her body using an large amount of energy, she it is rather important that she eats. A lot. She needs to eat about three times her body weight in the span of three days to maintain her bodies need for energy.
Mating Season Mood: The gas in her organs, while potent, only holds about a lungful of the gas, which can prove to be difficult to use. The aphrodisiac has no affect on her.
Skills: Swimming, Intimidation, Hand to hand combat, her species native fighting style Hin-obo.
Hin-obo: Adaptive fighting style with multiple different forms, native to Levith's culture and people.. (Mastery of form will be listed.)
Lelop: A primal form of fighting where the fighter takes position on all fours, using teeth and claws to kill. (B+)
Serquina: Fast, jumpy for of combat where the fighter throws their weight behind their blows. Consists of kicks, lunges, punches and tackles. (A+)
Nariqka: Large cleaving movements that consists of claw attacks. (C-)
Aluka: Water based combat, mainly a form of counteracting movements in water, tough has been transformed as a defensive combat. Uses opponents own weight against them, along with fast reactions and complex arm movements to block attacks. (B-)
Truana: Grappling combat form that consists of grabbing your opponent and taking them out on the ground. (D.)
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment: None
Personal Belongings: Bone necklace with several large sea creatures teeth, though what they are is beyond human knowledge.
Extra
Hates Jellyfish, Angler fish and alcohol.
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BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
Accepted
extreme w.i.p
// Akira Nakajima, Limbo //
Character-Sheet Format
Basic
Name: Akira Nakajima.
Nickname(s): Aki, Kira, Killer Kira, Kicchan, Kiri, Niijima(fuck you), Red-Eye, Exit/Deguchi.
Alias:
Limbo.
Gender: Male.
Age: 53.
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance: In spite of his old age, Akira Nakajima has the appearance of a man who appears to be in their mid-thirties at most. With a fairly decent height and a slender physique with a muscular build. His face almost always has a look of tiredness behind a mask of composure, with eyes that are the color of dull red that look like they've lost their passion. His eyes have strange symbols akin to the symbol for Upsilon & Psi on his left and right eye respectively. Akira's hair has the color of a chocolate brown yet also turning gray with old age. His hair is of a fairly decent length and is almost always in a style that's swept back. His face shaven, though there are a few wrinkles here and there as well as visible dark bags underneath his eyes.
Height: 5 feet 11 inches.
Weight: 161lbs.
Costume*: As Limbo, he wears a costume that's akin to what a magician or mob boss would wear. Typically consisting of a long black trench coat over a dark red open suit with a black buttoned shirt and a loose tie. With a pair of black trousers and black boots that have iron soles, as well as a pair of white gloves that have brass knuckles implemented in them.
Body Modifications/Implants*: None.
Blood Type: B-Positive.
Personality: extreme depression hidden under the guise of a typical yet more unhinged version of akira
Backstory*:
Things haven't been very good for Akira ever since he'd left Japan to pursue a career in artistry rather than heroism.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist.
Alignment: Chaotic/Lawful Evil.
Relationships:
-OPEN-
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
Warper's Eyes - A power that allows the user to possess eyes that have the ability to manifest two sets of portals.
Mastery of Power:
After years of nothing but practice with this power of his during his time as a happy, functioning person and after his decline into a life of negativity, Akira has mastered utilizing his powers in every way possible. Akira's capable of using his powers effortlessly, so he's powerful.
Limits:
The most severe of all his limits are the fact that his portals are very limited.
Skills:
Art - Akira is a professional artist and as such can draw very well.
Bilingual - Akira can speak a total of four languages, Japanese, English, Korean and Arabic.
Musical Talent - Can sing and play the piano well ever since he was a kid.
Aiming - As his eyes come into play when it comes to the usage of his powers, Akira has an aim that's extremely accurate and deadly.
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment:
-Extra Brass Knuckles.
-A reliable Beretta 92FS.
Personal Belongings:
-A wallet that's got a hidden alcohol flask.
-A plain silver flask filled with alcohol.
-His phone with picture of him and his old boyfriend hidden in the case.
-A small bag of weed, small bits of paper and a lighter.
Extra
Fun Facts:
-Akira is alcohol dependent with an extreme addiction.
-Also has a bit of a drug addiction, particularly to Marijuana, Mr. Sandman, DMT & LSD, generally the psychedelic side of it all.
Theme Song:
sober - childish gambino
// Akira Nakajima, Limbo //
Character-Sheet Format
Basic
Name: Akira Nakajima.
Nickname(s): Aki, Kira, Killer Kira, Kicchan, Kiri, Niijima(fuck you), Red-Eye, Exit/Deguchi.
Alias:
Limbo.
Gender: Male.
Age: 53.
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance: In spite of his old age, Akira Nakajima has the appearance of a man who appears to be in their mid-thirties at most. With a fairly decent height and a slender physique with a muscular build. His face almost always has a look of tiredness behind a mask of composure, with eyes that are the color of dull red that look like they've lost their passion. His eyes have strange symbols akin to the symbol for Upsilon & Psi on his left and right eye respectively. Akira's hair has the color of a chocolate brown yet also turning gray with old age. His hair is of a fairly decent length and is almost always in a style that's swept back. His face shaven, though there are a few wrinkles here and there as well as visible dark bags underneath his eyes.
Height: 5 feet 11 inches.
Weight: 161lbs.
Costume*: As Limbo, he wears a costume that's akin to what a magician or mob boss would wear. Typically consisting of a long black trench coat over a dark red open suit with a black buttoned shirt and a loose tie. With a pair of black trousers and black boots that have iron soles, as well as a pair of white gloves that have brass knuckles implemented in them.
Body Modifications/Implants*: None.
Blood Type: B-Positive.
Personality: extreme depression hidden under the guise of a typical yet more unhinged version of akira
Backstory*:
Things haven't been very good for Akira ever since he'd left Japan to pursue a career in artistry rather than heroism.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist.
Alignment: Chaotic/Lawful Evil.
Relationships:
-OPEN-
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
Warper's Eyes - A power that allows the user to possess eyes that have the ability to manifest two sets of portals.
Mastery of Power:
After years of nothing but practice with this power of his during his time as a happy, functioning person and after his decline into a life of negativity, Akira has mastered utilizing his powers in every way possible. Akira's capable of using his powers effortlessly, so he's powerful.
Limits:
The most severe of all his limits are the fact that his portals are very limited.
Skills:
Art - Akira is a professional artist and as such can draw very well.
Bilingual - Akira can speak a total of four languages, Japanese, English, Korean and Arabic.
Musical Talent - Can sing and play the piano well ever since he was a kid.
Aiming - As his eyes come into play when it comes to the usage of his powers, Akira has an aim that's extremely accurate and deadly.
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment:
-Extra Brass Knuckles.
-A reliable Beretta 92FS.
Personal Belongings:
-A wallet that's got a hidden alcohol flask.
-A plain silver flask filled with alcohol.
-His phone with picture of him and his old boyfriend hidden in the case.
-A small bag of weed, small bits of paper and a lighter.
Extra
Fun Facts:
-Akira is alcohol dependent with an extreme addiction.
-Also has a bit of a drug addiction, particularly to Marijuana, Mr. Sandman, DMT & LSD, generally the psychedelic side of it all.
Theme Song:
sober - childish gambino
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The Regal Rper
Mad Scientist
Elenion Aura
Two Thousand Club
Character-Sheet Format
Basic
Name: Unknown
Nickname(s): Obie, O
Alias: Oberon
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
Height: Varies
Weight: Varies
Costume*: Below his street clothes, O wears a specialized bodysuit constructed for him using his own DNA so that when he shifts back to human form he retains his decency.
Body Modifications/Implants*:
Blood Type: Unknown
Personality: Raised with love and taught a respect for all life, Oberon takes great care not to harm any innocent. He may, at times, appear brash or impulsive, but he has a good heart, and truly means well. Fancying himself a bit of a bad boy, Obie likes to talk tough, and he isn't afraid to back it up if needs be. He can be a bit blockheaded, sometimes. Also a bit of a trickster, O's favorite pastime is pulling pranks on his hapless peers. Despite his aloof demeanor, Oberon can get deadly serious if he feels that either he or his comrades are being threatened. Despite his own brushes with death, as well as the deaths of his caretakers, Oberon's not the type to hold a grudge, or go out of his way to seek vengeance. That's not to say that he wouldn't necessarily enjoy the satisfaction of serving up just desserts to the people who wronged him... He just doesn't see the point in doggedly pursuing an unattainable goal. The dead are gone. No amount of retribution will ever bring them back.
Ever since he was a child, Obie was notoriously clumsy. It's hard to blame him. Difficult to get used to one's body when it is liable to change from minute to minute. While he doesn't believe in revenge, Oberon does have a strong sense of moral justice, instilled in him by the monks who raised him. What happened to his people was wrong. He'd let go of his anger over it long ago. Despite that, he can't shake the feeling of wrongness that accompanies him whenever he thinks back on the day. Sometimes it bubbles over.
Oberon's more bestial nature takes over under situations of extreme distress. Forgotten are the years of meditation, of peace. In an instant, they are replaced by unbridled, otherworldly fury that his form can hardly contain. He becomes inhuman, animalistic, and dangerous to everyone and everything around him until he calms down, typically having no memory of the events that had just taken place after reverting. Oberon is a man at war with himself. The human side tries to subdue the beast within. For now, the human side reigns, but for how long?
Backstory*: As a result of a science experiment - conducted in secret in a remote corner of the developing world - gone awry, a gate to another dimension opened. The team of scientists responsible for its creation were swallowed by it, never to be seen again. Just before it collapsed in on itself, the doorway spat out a child that was... Less than human. Taken in and sheltered by a clan of nomadic monks, the child was revered by some as a deity, and raised by others as a son. The boy grew up like any other human child, and was given a name by the chieftain of the clan, the same man who'd first discovered him alone on the mountain. Shortly after, a group of scientists - upon discovering the research conducted by their bygone predecessors - sought out the sight of the unrecorded massacre, and followed a trail that led them to the boy. When the monks refused to give him up, they were slaughtered and the boy was taken to an underground facility for testing. He was given the code-name Oberon, after the King of the Faeries as cited in medieval and renaissance literature. Years later, Oberon escaped his prison and has been on the run ever since.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relationships:
- open -
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
- Multifarious Physiology:
Oberon's extra-dimensional heritage allows him the ability to transform his body at will. At the speed of thought, he can shape-shift into any form he desires. He can grow or shrink in size, transform his body (partially or fully) however he sees fit, as well as enhance his physical properties to perform superhuman feats.
- Supernatural Condition
As a byproduct of his ability, Oberon is stronger, faster, and more durable than a normal person, and his form shift directly correlates to the appropriate change in condition (i.e. transforming into a gorilla increases his strength comparative to the strength difference between a gorilla and a normal human).
- Regenerative Healing Factor
Because of his ability, Oberon heals at a vastly accelerated rate when compared to the normal person.
Mastery of Power: Low
Oberon is still learning how to use his power. Like an awkward preteen still growing into themselves, O still has a lot to learn, and is still very much in the stage of 'testing the waters' of exactly what he's capable of.
Limits:
At his current level, Oberon's strength and speed are around peak human levels.
Oberon's freedom with his transformations means that he has to be careful. If he isn't, he could end up transforming into a form wholly inept at combat. Likewise, since Oberon's transformations are not exact copies of things he sees, but rather his own design, he has a hard time exactly replicating the form of his desire.
If Oberon were to be knocked unconscious, his for would revert to that of a human. The longer Oberon stays transformed, the riskier the transformation becomes, and the higher the chance becomes that he might revert to a more primitive state of mind.
Oberon can heal all wounds to at least some degree, however the more severe the injury the longer it takes to heal. Because of his ability requiring excessive amounts of energy, Oberon's metabolic rate is much higher than the average person. Thus, he must consume large amounts of food a day to maintain his body.
The longer he remains in a Primal state, the stronger he becomes. However, prolonged time in this state will erase his humanity and reduce him to a mere beast.
Skills:
Meditation
Athletics
Pranks
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment: N/A
Personal Belongings: N/A
Extra
[Include anything I missed]
Basic
Name: Unknown
Nickname(s): Obie, O
Alias: Oberon
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
Height: Varies
Weight: Varies
Costume*: Below his street clothes, O wears a specialized bodysuit constructed for him using his own DNA so that when he shifts back to human form he retains his decency.
Body Modifications/Implants*:
Blood Type: Unknown
Personality: Raised with love and taught a respect for all life, Oberon takes great care not to harm any innocent. He may, at times, appear brash or impulsive, but he has a good heart, and truly means well. Fancying himself a bit of a bad boy, Obie likes to talk tough, and he isn't afraid to back it up if needs be. He can be a bit blockheaded, sometimes. Also a bit of a trickster, O's favorite pastime is pulling pranks on his hapless peers. Despite his aloof demeanor, Oberon can get deadly serious if he feels that either he or his comrades are being threatened. Despite his own brushes with death, as well as the deaths of his caretakers, Oberon's not the type to hold a grudge, or go out of his way to seek vengeance. That's not to say that he wouldn't necessarily enjoy the satisfaction of serving up just desserts to the people who wronged him... He just doesn't see the point in doggedly pursuing an unattainable goal. The dead are gone. No amount of retribution will ever bring them back.
Ever since he was a child, Obie was notoriously clumsy. It's hard to blame him. Difficult to get used to one's body when it is liable to change from minute to minute. While he doesn't believe in revenge, Oberon does have a strong sense of moral justice, instilled in him by the monks who raised him. What happened to his people was wrong. He'd let go of his anger over it long ago. Despite that, he can't shake the feeling of wrongness that accompanies him whenever he thinks back on the day. Sometimes it bubbles over.
Oberon's more bestial nature takes over under situations of extreme distress. Forgotten are the years of meditation, of peace. In an instant, they are replaced by unbridled, otherworldly fury that his form can hardly contain. He becomes inhuman, animalistic, and dangerous to everyone and everything around him until he calms down, typically having no memory of the events that had just taken place after reverting. Oberon is a man at war with himself. The human side tries to subdue the beast within. For now, the human side reigns, but for how long?
Backstory*: As a result of a science experiment - conducted in secret in a remote corner of the developing world - gone awry, a gate to another dimension opened. The team of scientists responsible for its creation were swallowed by it, never to be seen again. Just before it collapsed in on itself, the doorway spat out a child that was... Less than human. Taken in and sheltered by a clan of nomadic monks, the child was revered by some as a deity, and raised by others as a son. The boy grew up like any other human child, and was given a name by the chieftain of the clan, the same man who'd first discovered him alone on the mountain. Shortly after, a group of scientists - upon discovering the research conducted by their bygone predecessors - sought out the sight of the unrecorded massacre, and followed a trail that led them to the boy. When the monks refused to give him up, they were slaughtered and the boy was taken to an underground facility for testing. He was given the code-name Oberon, after the King of the Faeries as cited in medieval and renaissance literature. Years later, Oberon escaped his prison and has been on the run ever since.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: New Anarchist
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relationships:
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Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
- Multifarious Physiology:
Oberon's extra-dimensional heritage allows him the ability to transform his body at will. At the speed of thought, he can shape-shift into any form he desires. He can grow or shrink in size, transform his body (partially or fully) however he sees fit, as well as enhance his physical properties to perform superhuman feats.
- Supernatural Condition
As a byproduct of his ability, Oberon is stronger, faster, and more durable than a normal person, and his form shift directly correlates to the appropriate change in condition (i.e. transforming into a gorilla increases his strength comparative to the strength difference between a gorilla and a normal human).
- Regenerative Healing Factor
Because of his ability, Oberon heals at a vastly accelerated rate when compared to the normal person.
Mastery of Power: Low
Oberon is still learning how to use his power. Like an awkward preteen still growing into themselves, O still has a lot to learn, and is still very much in the stage of 'testing the waters' of exactly what he's capable of.
Limits:
At his current level, Oberon's strength and speed are around peak human levels.
Oberon's freedom with his transformations means that he has to be careful. If he isn't, he could end up transforming into a form wholly inept at combat. Likewise, since Oberon's transformations are not exact copies of things he sees, but rather his own design, he has a hard time exactly replicating the form of his desire.
If Oberon were to be knocked unconscious, his for would revert to that of a human. The longer Oberon stays transformed, the riskier the transformation becomes, and the higher the chance becomes that he might revert to a more primitive state of mind.
Oberon can heal all wounds to at least some degree, however the more severe the injury the longer it takes to heal. Because of his ability requiring excessive amounts of energy, Oberon's metabolic rate is much higher than the average person. Thus, he must consume large amounts of food a day to maintain his body.
The longer he remains in a Primal state, the stronger he becomes. However, prolonged time in this state will erase his humanity and reduce him to a mere beast.
Skills:
Meditation
Athletics
Pranks
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment: N/A
Personal Belongings: N/A
Extra
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IRON QUAD, HERO #122
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Associate: Anne Blackwell
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Associate: Anne Blackwell
Basic
Name: Barrett Berndt
Nickname(s): Bruticus Maxicus, Bigass Rhinosauce, Mr. Popular
Alias: Iron Quad
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Physiological/Psychological
Appearance:
Height: 6'10
Weight: 750 lbs
Costume*: The shirt, trousers and plastic jewelry as to not be affected by his own power.
Body Modifications/Implants*: 5000 grams of protein per day, and a lotta iron.
Blood Type: B-
Personality: Similar to a large rock, or a slab of iron, Barrett is not one to move just because someone tells him to, or even forces him to do so. Being one of the strongest lower class heroes definitely boosts someone's ego, making Barrett fairly condescending to his inferiors in strength. He likes to disobey orders from time to time, making him a rebel in his own right.
Despite this feeling of animosity toward authority, he is far from a loose cannon hero. He cares deeply about his associates and friends, and may God be on the side of anyone who pisses him or his friends off. Barrett also has a protection thing where he stands in front of weaker friends to protect them from physical harm, making him like a bear.
Barrett is also incredibly authoritative in his own right, not afraid to boss around his subordinates. Despite this side of him, he does take enjoyment in some softer things from time to time. However, for the most part, his interests lie within the betterment of the country.
He is fully unaware of the corruption of the heroes hierarchy, as he was able to prove his might.
Affiliations/Connections
Affiliation: Archeo Heroes, Branch 30
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Relationships:
Archeo Heroes - "Ah shit. Love em."
-New Anarchy: "Who? NA? Narcotics Anonymous?"
-The Triptych: Can't talk about them here!
-Archeo Police Department: Cops HATE him! What's his secret?! How did he get so LARGE?
Superpowers/Abilities
Powers:
Superhuman Strength - Despite being a hero that handles street level threats, Iron Quad possesses immense strength that allows him to go toe to toe with some of the stronger opponents. He can comfortably lift about 6 tonnes, almost the same way an average sized man can lift a chair.
- Superhuman Strike - Moving around is effortless for Iron Quad, and he's able to deliver strikes that are capable of completely removing someone's head with a single punch should they not roll with the punch.
- Superhuman Durability - Iron Quad's durability is far beyond that of his own physical strength. A sharp weapon will require immense effort to cut him, small fire bullets bounce off of him, and the only impairment he'll get from a grenade is a cough and ringing in his ears. It takes other superpowers, energy attacks, or an extremely heavy bullet to deal damage to him. His mucous membranes are equally protected, so don't think of poking his eyes out.
- Magnetic Clap/Pulse Generation - A simple clap from Iron Quad sends out an outward magnetic pulse with the power of about 40 Tesla, which allows him to push back ferromagnetic materials a fair distance, disrupt/destroy most forms of technology at close or medium range, wipe credit cards, knock electrical attacks to the ground, and cause external damage to anyone wearing metal. The magnetic clap is, in fact, so powerful that it causes discomfort to someone through their internal organs, and can create ripples on water.
- Magnetic Resistance - Iron Quad can resist a magnet tugging on his body, but in the end it's a fight of who has the stronger magnet.
Mastery of Power: Iron Quad has the physiology of an incredibly well trained athlete, allowing him to lift far beyond his comfortable lifting capacity, though he prefers not to due to back problems. He knows exactly what his magnetic claps can do, and uses it to his full advantage.
Limits:
- Passive Conductivity - Iron Quad passively conducts electricity, making electrical attacks 1.4x more effective on him. This isn't counteracted by his natural durability, as his molecules are much closer, thus making multiple powerful electrical attacks capable of rendering him unconscious. The only time this limit does not apply is if he times a magnetic clap. The clap is strong enough to bend a lightning bolt, should he have the reaction speeds or timing to do so (he doesn't).
- 8 Claps Per Minute - Iron Quad can only perform 8 claps per minute before his body begins to lose its magnetic qualities temporarily. This will exponentially decay his magnetic claps' strength, until it levels at around 10 millitesla, which is virtually ineffective.
- Strength Limit - Iron Quad's muscles and bones can handle so much weight. Lifting a bus of 10-15 tons may prove to very challenging, and holding it for too long would snap his bones, and cause the bus to break.
- Magnetic Body - Iron Quad can be rendered immobile by a powerful enough magnetic field, though he is capable of resisting it to some degree. Fields exceeding 60 Tesla will render his body fully immobile.
- Calorie Requirement - Iron Quad's body requires a lot of energy to function, and thus requires him to eat about 15,000 calories per day, and 100+ milligrams must be iron for him to maintain his magnetic body.
- Weight - Iron Quad's natural weight can cause him to crash through floors. It also takes him about ten seconds to accelerate to his top speed of 25 miles per hour.
- Asphyxiation/Exhaustion - Despite having various handheld bombs and fireworks thrown at his face time and time again, Iron Quad has discovered the only problem is the weird change in pressure from an explosion that challenges his ability to breathe. He needs more oxygen than the average person, which may make him tire out quicker if he's constantly moving.
Skills:
- Hand-to-Hand Combatant - Did you expect a big hulking brute like him to just swing wildly? NO! Iron Quad is adept in 3 flavors of martial arts, including karate, tae kwon do, and wing chun. He knows the human body almost as well as a nurse, and knows all of its weak spots. Not that it matters.
- Intelligence - Iron Quad is very intelligent, with a considerable IQ of 150 and extensive knowledge in the subject areas of physics, chemistry, and the human body.
- Intimidating Appearance - Iron Quad is incredibly intimidating not only because of his appearance, but because of his way of speaking. He never asks to be excused, always says "It was my pleasure/You're very welcome" rather than "No problem", and speaks in a low, rough voice that rumbles windows and stones alike.
- Misogyny/Misandry (Yes, these are skills) - Iron Quad doesn't care if you're a dude or a chick. He'll fuck you up either way if you try to walk in without an invitation...
- Gardening - In Iron Quad's spare time as Barrett, he usually waters the garden around the club he works at.
Gadgets/Equipment
Equipment:
- Cell Phone, rigged with a police scanner
- Large .50 Cal, 4-barreled pistol that pretty much blows up anything it touches. This is used against aberrant threats rather than criminals and villains.
- All resources involving the radio tower.
Extra
I dunno he kinda swole tho
