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[The Witch Son]

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BASICS.

Name:

Age: 18+

Gender:

Sexuality:

Occupation:

Group Affiliation:


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: real people only please

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Hair:

Height:

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars:

Manner of Dress: (if your character has a special uniform or equipment you should put that here too)


POWERS.
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PERSONALITY.

Likes: like | like | like | like | like | like | as many likes as you like

Dislikes: dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | as many dislikes as you like

Vices: at | least | three

Virtues: at | least | three

Quirks:
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like

you can write a blurb here about their personality if you like, but it isn't strictly necessary


BIOGRAPHY.

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MISC.

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Likes: like | like | like | like | like | like | as many likes as you like

Dislikes: dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | as many dislikes as you like

Vices: at | least | three

Virtues: at | least | three

Quirks: 
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your character's history must go here, and this section is what i consider the most important. this is where you show me you meet the minimum literacy requirement. either write at least 800 words to show your writing ability or send me a writing sample showing an IC post with 800+ words and you're free to write your bio shorter.


[font=Special Elite][size=4]MISC.[/size][/font]

things like your character pinterest board or theme song or playlist go here. but at the very least you must list your character's immediate or important family members in this section, their age, and whether they're alive or not
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[The Witch Son]

"Roy Saint Prince"
code name;
Skunk

Threat Level:
3

Ironic - by Alanis Morissette

BASICS.

Name: Roy Prince

Age: 35

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Gay

Occupation: Private Investigator

Group Affiliation: none


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Joel Kinnaman

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair: Dirty Blonde

Height: 6ft 2in

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: A bullet hole in his right arm and side, and a skunk tattoo on the left arm. His ears are pierced and he wears small black studs in them.

Manner of Dress: Boyfriends in the past have made fun of him for being "straight passing". Which is just a funny way of saying he dresses very boring. It used to be all suits and ties as a detective, but these days it's black shirts and an equally black long coat with... you guessed it black pants and black boots. But wait! The boots are of the cowboy variety, bet you weren't expecting that!

He dresses all in black because it's harder for people to tell that he's been wearing the same clothes for a few days. Can't tell he was too hung over to shower if his whole wardrobe is black! He thinks it's genius, and besides, at least he's not wearing some goofy uniform like those chumps do in The League.


POWERS.
Olfactory Manipulation - 3 - He has the ability to control the olfactory senses of both himself and those around him. His favorite defense is to make his opponent feel like they just got blasted in the face with skunk spray. It is followed by nausea and vomiting, turns out people's olfactory senses effect them pretty viscerally. His power wouldn't work on someone with no sense of smell however.
Catoptromancy - 1 - The ability to scry on reflective surfaces. Mirrors are the most useful but a puddle of water will work too. This doesn't include audio though, so he's had to learn how to lip read a little.
Intelligent Mode - 1 - Something happens to Roy when he focuses that is wildly out of his normal range of intelligence. He can only attribute it to being in what he calls "the zone". He focuses and places himself in a state of mind where his intelligence skyrockets, and he uses it to make his job infinitely easier. When he's in the zone his intelligence jumps to peak human intelligence. Nothing supernaturally intelligent about going into the zone but a whole of a hell lot smarter than he used to be before he gained the ability to do this. And hey, he was no dummy before. But the difference between clever and genius is cavernously wide.
Water Negation - 1 - Roy just thinks he's a really good swimmer now and hasn't grasped all that water negation can really do. Water pressure simply has no effect on him. He could swim through a tsunami.


PERSONALITY.

Likes: solving cases | liquor | cigarettes | old movies | retro music | true crime podcasts | fancy coffee drinks | museums | the city life

Dislikes: deserts | cops | driving | being annoyed | shrill clients | being accused of something he isn't/didn't do | boats

Vices: jaded | blunt | callous | cynical | a jerk | whiny | disorganized

Virtues: intuitive | clever | funny | honest

Quirks:
- Smelling people is actually a really weird thing to do! And that is hard to remember when smelling things gives you so much new information and it's an integral way you find things out about a person now.

- Not that taking an intense whiff of things that are not people is any less weird of an activity, but at least it doesn't get him glared at and he doesn't have to do this awkward apology spiel about it.

- He's extremely afraid of bugs. Especially spiders. He'll be OKAY looking at ladybugs or butterflies but he does NOT want them to touch him.

- Skunk has a really bad smoking and drinking habit.

- He will pretend to be a money grubber to the league and anyone looking to hire him, but it's just a defense mechanism against anyone thinking he gives a damn. He's very weary of people thinking he is anything less than apathetic.


BIOGRAPHY.

Roy’s father, Saint, was a military man, and his father was a military man, as was his, and so on and so forth. A bunch of military men as far as the eye can see, and you know what happens to the boys of said families, they end up joining just out of high school. Especially when they live in the middle of nowhere Nevada and are itching to go out in the world and see something other than arid desert.

Luckily he wasn’t dumb enough to enlist in the Army, nor the Marines, and enlisting in the Air Force would’ve been embarrassing. So the Navy it was. But the thing they don’t tell the kids that grow up in military families for some god awful reason is that actually being in the military sucks. It sucks rocks. Roy had just enlisted four years of his young life to an institution that gives you little in the way of freedom and to be shackled to a boat in the ocean for months at a time no less.

Do you want to know the differences between open ocean and the desert? There’s startling few.

Not much to do on a boat for months at a time besides work out and find out that you’re gay. A thing that by this point in history should be no big deal, and to normal people it isn’t, but it’s too much to ask for Roy’s family to just be cool about the whole thing. That’s probably why he didn’t really find out or accept much about himself as an individual till he left them. He knew they wouldn’t approve. But at least he was popular on the boat and did all the catching up that he needed to do in that regard. One thing he’ll say for the military is that it did expose him to a wide array of people from all over the country, and out of it. It wasn’t all bad. But he was young, and he wanted freedom, he wanted to live in the big city and at 21, since he served his four years, he was free to go to college on the country’s dime.

Following in the footsteps of the men in his family once more, he figured he’d be a cop, so a degree in Criminology it was. Feeling bold and in control he made a mistake and brought a boyfriend to meet his parents for thanksgiving his senior year, and got disowned. And then promptly dumped soon after. The holidays suck.

Thanks to his education Roy, still with rose coloured glasses on about the world, joined the police force and made Detective in about three years, just as he turned 28. The last year he would be happy. It was all downhill from there.

In the three years he had spent in the PD till then he had certainly gone from bright eyed to a little more realistic about his job. To the point where they’d called him a boy scout affectionately. But he was about to become jaded as he, fresh new badge, uncovered a dirty cop circle that was swiping cash and drugs from busts and selling on the side. They wanted him to join them, to shut him up, and maybe he should’ve just said yes to avoid getting shot at then and there, but again, young and bright eyed and stupid. He gets shot, nearly killed, races to the station,and bursts into the Captain’s office to explain his findings after experiencing by far the scariest car chase he’d ever lived through.

Only for the Captain to be in on it the whole time.

She was nice and soothing at first, coaxed out everything he knew and took the evidence he had, all of it, real suave-like. He was none the wiser. Took him till she suggested she would drive him to the hospital herself to figure it out. She hadn’t called an ambulance for him for a reason.

The look on his face must have given him away because she began to shake her head in a disappointed way and tsk. Letting him know it was his word against her’s, you know, for however long he managed to survive with the whole of the PD against him.

He had no choice. Roy turned in his badge and gun, let her know that he'd keep his mouth shut if they left him alone, and walked out. Escorted by her so that he could get to his car without the cops who’d pursued him earlier trying anything. She let him know that this was for the best, and that nothing would happen to him so long as he kept his head down. Maybe move cities just to be safe.

He took that advice, but has been branded a dirty cop or something apparently because he’s had a target on his back ever since. He gets stopped, searched, harassed, beat up, and even falsely raided. His friends from work sometimes gave him a heads up but they wouldn’t believe him or interfere when it came to whatever was going on. They didn’t want the same target on their back. Not that he could blame them, they took a risk helping him out when they could. He was stubborn about moving at first but things got so bad that he moved just so he could get a decent sleep at night.

It worked but word does travel between PD’s and the local station is not fond of him and does continue the harassment, though in a much more mild form. He’s opened up shop as a private investigator that moonlights a little as a bounty hunter when times are thin. Then Freak day happened, and he found out he could really punish the officers dumb enough to harass him when he wanted to. And his life has finally found peace because of it. They’ve dubbed him Skunk, and he likes it enough to keep it. It warns people what they’re in for if they bother him. Even changed his name plaque to it on his desk.

Skunk the P.I. can be found in his office from the hours of 9-6, unless he’s out in the field working, in which case leave a message at his number posted on the door. He’ll get back to you and find whatever you’re looking for, for a price.


MISC.

Vera Rose Prince - Mother - 51 - Alive
Saint Michael Prince - Father - 66 - Alive
Lily Prince - Sister - Deceased at age 20, under what Skunk finds to be very suspicious circumstances. Why is the hospital footage missing? Why is cause of death missing from the records? What happened to her that night 20 years ago in Metropolis General? They were never very close, but still.

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[SavannahSmiles]

"Maisie Prince"
code name;
Primrose

Threat Level: Three

shelter ~ by porter robinson & madeon

BASICS.

Name: Maisie Prince

Age: 20

Gender: Female | She/Her Pronouns

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Works as a cleaner at Forbidden Blossoms

Group Affiliation: The Junk Boiz gang


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Elle Fanning

Eye Color: Her blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, set in a heart-shaped face with rounds cheeks and a delicate nose. They are generally bright with joy but will turn a stormy blue whenever she is upset.

Hair: Long locks that tumble towards her waist, blonde in color. Most days Maisie will let her hair tumble loose around her shoulders or she will pull small sections away from her face and secure them with a bow at the back of her head, with some loose pieces framing her face.

Height: 4'10" | 147 cm

Physique: Lithe and slender, Maisie seems small for a girl her age and is often mistaken for being younger than she actually is.

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Maisie has both of her earlobes pierced and she generally wears stud or small hopped earrings since bigger earrings tend to look odd on her due to her earlobes being on the smaller side.

Manner of Dress: Wears a pin in the shape of a blossom to show that she is under the protection of The Madame.


POWERS.
↬Plant Manipulation - 3 - Maisie is able to control all aspects of a plant-based organism: wood, vines, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, roots, fruits and flowers. Using her own energy, Maisie is able to grow plants from seeds or revive dead plants. Water, light, and soil levels do not matter when Maisie grows plants using her own energy, but these plants are able to be killed the same way any other plant would be once Maisie stops the flow of energy into the plant. This is no limit to what aspect of a plant Maisie is able to control. Be that growing flowers or fruits or moving the roots of a tree, if she is proximity to a plant-based organism, she is able to manipulate it. However, She is only able to manipulate what exists around her or what she has grown and in order to grown anything, she needs soil available. As well, growing a plant from a seed takes energy and concentration so it is fully possible for her to over-exert herself or for her concentration to be disrupted while growing something.

↬Plant Empathy - 1 - Maisie is able to understand the overall well-being and conditions of plants, as well as fully interpret their emotions and communicate with them. She is also able to sense when a plant is dying or has died, but all aspects of her ability only work when she is touching the plants.

↬Mind-Link - 1 - The power to link minds with other living being, sharing thoughts, memories, emotions or feelings. Aside from the one instance when she was fifteen, Maisie must focus to create a link with someone and when her focus breaks, so will the link. Though she is able to link up to multiple entities if she wanted to, it would get very over-whelming, very quickly. The sensation would be akin to if everyone in a room started shouting at her all at once. Though she is able to mind-link with humans, she is able able to forge links with animals and is able to effectively communicate with them in a way that they understand.

↬Aquatic Breathing - 1 - Maisie is able to breathe in both water and air and she is capable of staying underwater as long as she would like and reemerge ready to breathe oxygen again. However, chemicals and pollutants in the water may damage her respiratory system.


PERSONALITY.

Likes: Autumn | Pretty flowers | Animals | Drawing/Painting | Baking | Soft blankets | Cute clothes | Coffee / Tea

Dislikes: The cold / being cold | Spicy foods | Weird textures, especially in food

Hobbies: Reading | Drawing/Painting | Baking

Virtues: Kind | Motherly | Responsible | Empathetic

Vices: Perfectionist | Stubborn | Gullible

Fears:
↬ Enclosed spaces: One of the kids in the orphanage thought it would be funny to lock her in a closet when she was young; she's been terrified of small spaces ever since.

↬ Being abandoned by the people she cares about: Her birth parents abandoned her when she was a baby and she is terrified that everyone she cares about is going to eventually leave her behind.

Quirks:
↬ Scrunches up her nose when she is confused about something
↬ Taps her fingers together when she is trying to lie
↬ Twirls her hair when she is nervous
↬ Bakes when she is stressed
↬ Tends to force a smile when she is upset or angry, she pretends that everything is fine
↬ Cant stand the taste of cilantro, it tastes like soap to her
↬ Tends to have band-aids on her in case someone needs one
↬ Flusters easy, blushes even easier
↬ She tends to hum softly to herself whenever she is concentrating on something
↬ Tends to walk around silently, like a cat. Probably needs a little ankle bracelet with a bell on it to avoid spooking people.
↬ Has to touch any soft or fluffy thing she comes in contact with
↬ Will try to pet every dog that she sees

Maisie can come across as timid or shy towards strangers, but she is simply withdraw, afraid of letting her true personality show for fear that it will be ill-received. Until she has a chance of warming up to someone, she remains distant but polite. Once she does feel comfortable around someone, Maisie has been shown to have a curious nature, never seeming to run out of questions or inquiries. She has a playful demeaner at times, with an adventurous spirit that beckons her into the unknown.

Maisie is fairly decent at masking her emotions, which leads others to believe that she is calm and collected but in reality, she is just able to hide how she is truly feeling. A kind-hearted soul by nature, Maisie's empathetic tendencies lead her to lending a helping hand whenever she is able and she is unable to turn away from a person in need of help.

Maisie can be quite gullible at times, which when combined with her empathetic nature, can lead her to being fooled by those with ill-intentions. Maisie can also be a bit of a perfectionist; she tends to be very hard on herself when she is unable to complete a task to her satisfaction and she has a bad habit of comparing her accomplishments (or lack there of) to the accomplishments of others. Due to her masking her emotions at times, instead of confronting her negative emotions in a healthy way, Maisie bottles them up until she is eventually over-whelmed by them.


BIOGRAPHY.

Left on the doorsteps of an orphanage when she was just a baby, Maisie never knew who her parents were and the only thing they left behind aside from her was her name. No one ever tried to contact her when she was growing up nor did anyone come looking, so she always assumed they didn't want her and never would. Though she tried her best to forget the people that brought her into this world and then abandoned her, Maisie sometimes couldn’t help but cry herself to sleep at night if the caretakers had been particularly cruel that day.

She was surrounded by lots of children in the orphanage and it was here that her motherly instincts were born. The owners of the orphanage fed and clothed them, but they never went out of their way to show affection to any of the children, and more often than not treated them as nothing more than burdens. Maisie and some of the older children did their best to circumvent this by stepping in as the younger children's parental figure, and as such, Maisie had to grow up pretty fast and shoulder more responsibilities than a child should.

She thought that perhaps school would be a safe-haven from her life in the orphanage but children can be cruel, especially to those they think are beneath them. Maisie’s peers quickly found out that she lived at the orphanage and the bullying started soon after that. Her lunches were thrown out, her books stolen, her hair pulled in class, the list went on and on. Though she tried to report the behavior to her teachers and the school, the rest of her peers banded together against her out of fear of retaliation from the bullies and told the adults she was lying.

Maisie soon learned how to repress her emotions, she found that if her peers saw how affected she was by their actions it would only get worse. Not to mention she didn’t want to worry the younger children at the orphanage; so she learned how to grin and bare it. When she was fifteen and in her second year of high school, the light at the end of the tunnel was that she only had three more years left and then she could escape.

But life had a funny way of kicking you when you were already down.

When Freak Day happened, tensions were at an all time high in the wake of this new and terrifying normal. Accusations of people having abilities were tossed out left and right, some even going to lengths in order to prove their theory of someone being a Freak. With stress running rampant, Maisie’s bullies turned to her as an outlet for their frustrations.

They had found out early on that she was claustrophobic and one day the girls of the group cornered her in the girls locker room after gym class. Maisie was just a small girl and against three other girls it was all too easy for them to shove her into a locker.

She had immediately started banging on the door as the panic set in, the walls feeling as if they were closing in around her. Even though she screamed and cried for them to let her out, all they did was laugh at the tears they could hear in her voice.

Maisie wasn’t sure how she did it at the time but in her panic and desperation, one of her abilities activated and she linked minds with one of the other girls. The girl was immediately exposed to Maisie’s terror and her intense desire to be let out.

The locker door popped open and Maisie spilled out onto the cold tile floor, tears streaming down her face as she sniffled. Pushing herself upright, the mind-link was subconsciously broken, the worlds noise rushing back in as the ringing in her ears faded.

The girl whose mind she had accidentally connected with went running to the principal and by the end of the day the whole school knew what Maisie had done. The other girl’s parents were furious that Maisie had ‘attacked’ their daughter and of course in this conversation there was no mention of the fact that their daughter had shoved Maisie into a locker.

The orphanage was notified and there were immediate talks of sending Maisie away to a correctional facility for her behavior. That night she packed her bags and never looked back. Soon after she was taken in by the Junk Boiz where she now lives in a warehouse with some other children without a home. The gang helped her find a job and now she works for The Madame as a cleaner at Forbidden Blossoms.

She uses the money she makes to help take care of the younger orphans that she lives with and though she has The Madames protection, she goes to sleep at night with a fear that her past would catch up to her some day.


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Maisie has no knowledge of who her biological parents are, nor is she aware of any other family members that she might have; no one had tried to reach out the entire time she lived at the orphanage.

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"Lucyfer Ecko"
code name;
"Echo"

threat level:
six

I'm Not Made By Design
(Nothing But Thieves cover)
-
Post Profit

BASICS.

Name: Lucyfer Ecko

Age: Twenty-Nine

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Occupation: Espionage and "Wet-work" Agent

Group Affiliation: Vergara Co.


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Lukas Sabbat

Eye Color: Infinitely-Deep Brown

Hair: Black Freeform Dreadlocks

Height: 5"5

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars:

Manner of Dress: (if your character has a special uniform or equipment you should put that here too)


POWERS.
Power Augmentation - 6 - The user can enhance the powers of themselves and/or others' so that they can reach high level mastery and control instantaneously, even reach a level of power that is usually beyond their limits alone. Users cannot steal or give power; only enhance the ones their targets already have.

Mimicry - 6 - The user can copy/replicate the forms of various beings/objects (e.g., organic, inorganic, physiological, meta, supernatural, etc.) as well as able to gain the powers/abilities, properties, and affinities of the entities/objects/matter whose form or appearance they have taken.



PERSONALITY.

Likes: like | like | like | like | like | like | as many likes as you like

Dislikes: dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | as many dislikes as you like

Vices: at | least | three

Virtues: at | least | three

Quirks:
listed
however
you
like

you can write a blurb here about their personality if you like, but it isn't strictly necessary


BIOGRAPHY.

"I'm not here by force."

The crystal decanter hit the rim of the glass with a light "clink" that was amplified by the silence in the room. Honey and pomegranate wine, aged 10 years and artfully tart as it was sweet. Echo liked things like this. He still wasn't used to the newness of this position in life. This was the fruits of the elite, the luxury of those with the luck to be privileged and the ruthlessness to stay that way. The desk chair slowly swiveled, left and right. A subtle dripping noise could be heard, the worst of the sound having faded mere minutes ago. If you were to view the scene from another angle, you'd notice the various board members and guard staff pinned to the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room. Echo took the crystal glass and walked past the faces, contorted in sheer terror as he took a seat across from the corpse of Edding Federton, former VP of Operations and Holdings for the Vergara Co. Echo sat and drank a long sip of his wine, taken aback by the strength of the drink like he was every time.

"I believe that Mr. Federton's last words were that it blew his mind that Jorge has me around. So...I made it so. I don't like to be so literal about my interpretations of others, but how else was I supposed to prove to all of you that I am much more than some trivial delinquent with killer survival instincts and a great set of 'skills' for the occupation?"

"I came from nothing. My parents, the supposed high school sweethearts they were, died before I was even fully prepared to enter the world. I grew up on stolen saltines and expired canned tuna. Forgive me if I indulge, but I am not used to the lavishness of your Whole Foods and weekly take-away dishes that you can't even read back to me before it turns to artful shit in your gut. I had to work my fingers to the bone, sinew, and tendons to have a fraction of the life that you all piss away. So, forgive me if I feel like an insult is a death threat."

Suddenly, the tension in the room eased drastically, with everyone who was pinned in one way or another being released from their place.

"You're free to go, don't make me say it twice." He waved them all off as they hurriedly skittered in different directions, trying to exit the boardroom as quickly as possible. He stared at the remnants of his victims head and sighed, taking his cup and draining it of it's bitter contents in hefty gulps.

"So much for everyone liking you." he sardonically mumbled to himself as he stood up and walked away, needing to get on with the rest of his day as soon as he could do it.
MISC.

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[Sostos]

Alexander Fraiser
code name;
"Gossamer"

Threat Level:
II

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BASICS.

Name: Alexander Fraiser

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Zoologist

Group Affiliation:


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Brandon Flynn

Eye Color:

Hair:

Height:

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars:

Manner of Dress: (if your character has a special uniform or equipment you should put that here too)


POWERS.
Arachnid Manipulation - II - Right now you most likely have microscopic mites living in your pores, breeding, eating, and removing their waste in your eyebrows - a whole damn colony just living on your face. The Goliath Birdeater is the size of a dinner plate, and perhaps has one of the most self descriptive names as it eats birds. From the smallest to the largest, Alexander has the ability to freely control, converse, and freely utilise this class of creatures of astonishing diversity.

Telekinetic Weaponry - II - Ever found yourself needing a pair of scissors to open up a plastic box containing scissors? And you're sat there in some Catch-22 situation thinking "well I need those scissors to get the scissors" so you try to make do with your teeth or a kitchen knife? Well imagine if you could just think some scissors into existence! Alexander has the ability to create temporary and functional offensive and defensive weapons made of a shimmering golden energy, and to the exact specifications he imagines.

Enhanced Leap - I - Though he can't clear a building in a single leap, he can quite easily clear a large fence or from rooftop to rooftop with acrobatic grace, vaulting from low to high like some sort of juiced up traceur.

Dream Scrying - I - Forget turning up naked to work, when Alexander dreams he's freely spectating any other location in real time as though he were a fly on the wall.


PERSONALITY.

Likes: like | like | like | like | like | like | as many likes as you like

Dislikes: dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | as many dislikes as you like

Vices: at | least | three

Virtues: at | least | three

Quirks:
listed
however
you
like

you can write a blurb here about their personality if you like, but it isn't strictly necessary


BIOGRAPHY.

your character's history must go here, and this section is what i consider the most important.


MISC.

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[Mirgris]

"Paladin"
Real Name: Unknown
Age: Unknown
DOB: Unknown
Goals: Unknown
Danger Level: 3+

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BASICS.

Name: "Paladin"

Age: 18+

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Vigilante

Group Affiliation: Free running vigilante


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Helmet

Eye Color: Unknown

Hair: Unknown

Height: 7 Foot 2.5 inches

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Unknown

Manner of Dress: Paladin has gone through several iterations of armor but all of them have been full body covering. Most of them

POWERS.
1) Super Strength: Paladin has been seen throwing people with one hand, or bending metal in his hands. We can confirm super strength of the individual, but he seems to mostly use this for mobility, leaping onto roofs, or across gaps, jumping into second story windows, and otherwise use super strength legs to move quickly.

2) Healing

PERSONALITY.

Likes: like | like | like | like | like | like | as many likes as you like

Dislikes: dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | as many dislikes as you like

Vices: Rage |lust | A willingness to kill

Virtues: Compassion | Honor | A sense of duty to his fellow man

Quirks:
listed
however
you
like

you can write a blurb here about their personality if you like, but it isn't strictly necessary


BIOGRAPHY.
FBI Analyst Report "Paladin"

History:

The subject known as Paladin began acting shortly after freak day. At first they were suspected of being part of a military organization or mercenary of some sort. However several instances verified through social media showed them stopping to help people in danger from various harms such as fire or building collapses which were fairly common at the time.

The first few weeks after freak day were known to show some of the worst supervillians known to man taking advantage of the chaos and he is suspected of having killed or at least fought several of them. Social media showed him in the area of several of their deaths. It seems to be at this point that he decided to kill.

After things calmed down he has been documented extensively walking through hospital emergency rooms and healing everyone in them with a touch. It's this healing that has kept many officials for coming down on him even though he occasionally is known or suspected at least of killing. The act of healing everyone he can have of course made him very popular

Nowadays he continues to operate as a vigilante mostly focusing on those abusing super powers in lethal ways. While still making at least weekly trips to various hospitals.


Conclusions:

Subject suspected of being a veteran: Preference in equipment has evolved from more specialized military into more customized and personalized equipment. See Appendix 4-F
The use of high level tactics and engineering skill suggests an 18C (Special forces engineer). However none matching the age and height are on record. Potentially suggesting a foreign military, few however operate special forces engineers: Recommended to consult with military expert to narrow down potential nations further.

Subject shows a notable moral code: While willing to kill, they seem to prefer non-lethal means. Generally only killing more violent individuals the large number of hours and amount of conflict speaks to someone who feels a duty to intervene. Potentially survivors guilt or some form of egomania as a motivator. Mostly however the frequent amount of time spent healing others without seeking compensation shows a sense of duty.


MISC.

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[jones573]

Aiden Liu
code name;
Angel / Monroe

Threat Level: 3

Power & Control by MARINA

BASICS.

Name: Aiden Liu

Age: 26

Gender: Cis male, uses he/him pronouns

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Escort and occasional vigilante

Group Affiliation: The Forbidden Blossoms; The League


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Aaron Bernards

Eye Color: Very dark brown

Hair: Black. He usually wears it short on the sides and longer on top, but has occasionally grown it out to shoulder length.

Height: 6’1”

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: None.

Manner of Dress: When working as an escort, Aiden often has his wings out, so he tends to wear a lot of custom tops with low backs to accommodate them. He generally tends to be well-dressed whenever anyone can see him, but in the privacy of his own apartment he often just wears a pair of sweatpants.

When working with the League as Monroe, Aiden wears an all-black ensemble, complete with a black balaclava. As his diamond form tends to smooth out his features, the part of his face that is visible is almost entirely unrecognizable. It’s not exactly the most stylish outfit, but it’s a hell of a lot easier to replace than something custom.


POWERS.
Diamond Mimicry - 3 - Aiden can turn his entire body or parts of his body to diamond at will. In his diamond form, Aiden is essentially invulnerable, even to things that he assumes would shatter a normal diamond- He’s been shot before, and the bullets bounced right off him. He also is much stronger in his diamond form than his normal form, but it's still within the realm of peak human strength.
Wing Manifestation - 1 - With a moment or two of concentration, Aiden can grow a pair of wings from his back. If he does not focus on what type of wings he wants, the pair that naturally occurs are elliptical wings with white, grey and silver feathers, and each wing is a little over 11 feet in length. With these wings, he can take off from the ground, maneuver in tight spaces, and fly so long as he keeps the wings moving. He can carry some weight while flying, but not another person. These wings are the most comfortable and natural for him to grow, but they are obviously pretty cumbersome when on the ground. When his clients want an evening with ‘Angel’, he tends to focus on growing smaller wings- Their shape is narrower and more suited for active soaring, and they are usually only seven feet each. He can glide safely to the ground with these wings if he jumps off a tall building, but cannot properly ‘fly’ with them. He is careful never to use his wings in his persona as Monroe, as he does not want to be linked to his civilian identity.
Lie Detection - 1 - When someone tells a lie in his vicinity, Aiden gets a bad but brief case of acid reflux- The kind that crawls up his throat. A lie of omission or a partial truth will not trigger this reaction, and it has to be in person- A video recording of someone lying does nothing. Unfortunately, this means going to live theater is a uniquely uncomfortable experience for Aiden these days. Annoyingly enough, Aiden also has this reaction when he is the one telling a lie. Also annoyingly, he still gets actual not-dishonesty-induced heartburn, so sometimes he isn’t sure if his conversation partner is lying or he should just regret his lunch choice.
Author’s Note: If your character is telling a lie in front of Aiden and you don’t want to broadcast it to the group, feel free to message me privately!
Compass Sense - 1 - Aiden is an excellent navigator, and never gets lost even when roaming Metropolis and taking turns at random. Aiden is unaware this is a ‘power’ and believes himself to just be very good at directions.


PERSONALITY.

Likes: strawberries, especially chocolate covered | music, all kinds | playing the piano | sex | his one bedroom condo | cooking

Dislikes: oatmeal, any other foods with that texture | going to plays | the police | being rained on | dogs

Vices: secretive | manipulative | overly proud

Virtues: cunning | driven | brave

Quirks:

Aiden tends to hum to himself a lot, especially when concentrating. Some have found this endearing, some have found it annoying.

Aiden is naturally left handed, but became ambidextrous after breaking his left arm in the third grade.




BIOGRAPHY.

He wasn’t born as Aiden Liu. That came later.

His mother left when he was young. What he most remembers of her is the fights she had with his father- Fights about money, about how she hated living in Metropolis, about how she had never wanted a child.

It was better, in some ways, after she left.

But money was always tight. His father, Ted Lewis, worked as a taxi driver, which covered the bills, and piano lessons for his son with a neighborhood teacher some months. But that was about it.

Aiden struggled in school- Not because the material was too challenging, but because it wasn’t challenging enough. One year, he landed a scholarship to a private school with a more rigorous curriculum and a well-known music program. It was going well- Until he lost the scholarship because of fighting.

In middle school, Ted took a second job- As a driver for the Vergara Corporation. There were rumors, even then, that the Vergara family was dirty. But the work was easy enough and the money was good. The money was very good.

It all seemed to be on the legitimate side of the business, too. Picking up clients from the airport. Driving executives to and from business lunches. That sort of thing.

Life improved, for awhile. Ted bought his son an electronic keyboard- Nothing fancy, but the boy was thrilled with it. He was able to pay the bills on time, buy healthier groceries, start saving up for a better apartment.

But one day, Mr. Vergara’s personal driver was out sick. And Ted was asked to fill in.

Against all odds, Vergara liked Ted. Asked him to continue as his personal driver. And against his better judgement, Ted agreed. The pay was going to be even more lucrative. Maybe he could even get his son back into that private school.

Ted Lewis worked as the senior Vergara’s personal driver for approximately three weeks. And then he came home one day, rattled and frightened. Told his son that he needed to go to the police to report a crime.

He was found dead in an alley two days later.

Aiden told the police the Vergara family did it. He recounted everything he remembered his father having said to him before he left.

It didn’t matter.

Ted Lewis’ death was determined to be a mugging gone wrong. Nevermind that his wallet was still in his pocket. The minimal investigation was closed without protest from anyone but Aiden.

With his mother unable to be found, Aiden ended up in Metropolis’ foster care system. Angry and grief-ridden, it didn’t go well for him.

He fought with the other kids, he ran away repeatedly, he failed his classes. He took up smoking, and dabbled in harder stuff. He only managed to avoid falling into a gang by sheer luck and a strong teenaged antisocial streak.

As soon as he turned eighteen, he struck out on his own. At first, he made his money at hotels and restaurants, playing the piano in the lobby to entertain the guests. The establishments gave him a flat rate, and he got to keep his tips.

But it wasn’t enough to supplement the small inheritance his father had left him, and the money ran out quickly.

The first time he was prepositioned, he didn’t even realize it. By the time he had, the opportunity had passed. But it certainly made him think.

He put extra care into his appearance, began to flirt openly with the guests who seemed interested. It worked.

Some of the experiences went well.

Some did not.

But the establishments that were paying him to play their piano began to catch onto what he was doing, and they certainly didn’t approve.

So Aiden took to the streets. He played his keyboard on the corners, busking for change. When dark-tinted cars rolled up next to him, he put on his most dangerous smile, screwed up his courage, and knocked on the window.

It was not a good time in Aiden’s life. Some nights he didn’t get paid. Others he got beaten. Sometimes both. He got arrested for solicitation by cops posing as johns, who’d plant drugs on him to add to the charges. He lost the dingy studio apartment he’d been living in.

He was playing his keyboard one afternoon, outside one of the ritzy restaurants he’d been playing at less than a year ago, when a well-dressed woman approached him. “We need a new pianist,” she told him, handing him an embossed card. Then she put her arm through that of an older, impatient gentleman and walked away.

That was how he ended up at the Forbidden Blossoms, playing their baby grand as confidently as he could while the Madame looked on imperiously.

“You’re good,” she admitted. “But I don’t know if you have a wide enough repertoire to entertain our clients.”

So Aiden proposed something else. He could work for her. He knew he could entertain her clients, with more than just piano playing. He was already doing it independently, so he knew the ropes and-

The Madame laughed in his face.

“Absolutely not,” she told him. He was too young, too eager to impress, and didn’t know the first thing about actual, healthy sex work. But if he was serious about his offer, and willing to learn…

She would hire him to play the baby grand in the Forbidden Blossom’s lounge for a year. He would observe the clients and the escorts, and report his findings to the Madame. He would take lessons with Sheila - the woman who’d given him the card- about how to act with different clients, what to wear in different establishments, which fork went with which dish when at a gala dinner and how to make small talk with executive’s wives.

The Madame would assess him at the end of the year. If she was pleased, she would expunge his record and introduce him to her clients as her newest escort. If she was not- Well, he could maybe keep playing the piano in the lounge. Provided he had sufficiently expanded his repertoire.

By the end of the year, not only had Aiden learned a whole host of new songs, he’d also provided evidence that Sheila and two of the other escorts were intentionally misreporting their earnings. The Madame was very pleased with him.

With her considerable connections, the Madame got him a whole new identity. ‘Aiden Liu’ had no criminal convictions of any sort, and surprisingly good credit. He even had his GED.

Aiden thrived as an escort at the Forbidden Blossoms. On evenings where he didn’t have something pre-arranged with a client, the Madame still paid him to play in the lounge.

He saved up enough for a down-payment on a small condo in a high rise. It was only one bedroom, but it was the nicest place he’d ever lived. He even became friendly with the couple that lived next door, a teacher and a paramedic.

And then- Freak Day happened.

Thank god he had the day off. He’d been sitting at his counter, eating a clementine, when wings had erupted out of his back. And then his whole body had turned to diamond.

He’d panicked, unsure of how to change back. If he could change back.

But eventually he figured it out.

Later, when the Madame asked him if anything had happened to him, he didn’t even think to lie. He told her about the wings and the diamond form. If he’d known about the lie detection at that point, he probably would have told her that, too.

She was particularly intrigued by the wings, and impressed when he showed them to her. They could be a big draw for clients, she mused.

And of course, she was right.

He worked for several months on getting used to the wings- Not just on manifesting them at a more appropriate size than what came naturally, but at walking around with them and maneuvering them in a room.

His debut with the wings was a great success, and he earned the nickname ‘Angel’ among the clients. Nearly overnight, demand for time with him skyrocketed- It’s died down since then, but it was quite the ego boost for awhile there.

About three years ago, he read an article about the League. They’d taken down several drug dealers connected with the Vergara Company.

He’d heard about their work before of course, and had some private admiration for it. It seemed… Good, to be at least trying to do something about the crime that had soaked into nearly every layer of Metropolis. But reading that article -remembering how the police had done nothing when the Vergaras killed his father- was the first time he thought he might want to join them.

He approached the Madame about it first. He wasn’t foolish enough to think he could get away with becoming a vigilante without her knowing.

She agreed it was a good idea, which made Aiden think she didn’t have enough inside sources on the League yet. He couldn’t be a core member, galavanting about the city on patrol every night- His schedule with Forbidden Blossoms came first.

He didn’t need to report every little thing the League did, and he wasn’t to do anything that would potentially undermine his status with them. But she wanted to know their general plans, who they were hoping to move against and when. And if they ever planned to move against the Madame herself- That he was to report to her immediately. Even if it meant blowing off a client.

He joined as ‘Monroe’ in his diamond form. There are times when he’s running on foot down a dark street that he wishes he could fly, but there’s wisdom in keeping his identities separate.

No one would ever connect the shining vigilante with the pampered, winged escort, and it’s important to keep it that way.

Especially considering that two years ago, Jorge Vergara came into Forbidden Blossoms.

He spoke very little to anyone, even to those brave enough to try and engage him in conversation. Mostly he watched. He watched Aiden- Watched him playing the piano, watched him flirting with clients.

Vergara came back the next night with several pages of sheet music and asked Aiden to play it for him. Aiden acquiesced, and was embarrassed to fumble over a few of the trickier runs in the piece.

But Vergara didn’t seem to mind. He took the opportunity to sit down next to the younger man and demonstrate the proper technique, guiding Aiden’s hands with his own.

They’ve been ‘seeing each other’ ever since.

The junior Vergara isn’t quite the man Aiden expected him to be. Not that that matters.

What matters is that Vergara likes him, and that Aiden keeps learning more about him and his organization each time they spend together.

He reports it all back to the League and to the Madame, and between the two of them, he’s getting closer and closer to taking the Vergara Company down. He just needs to stay far away from catching feelings.


MISC.

Family:
Mother- Unknown age and status. Left when Aiden was very young.
Father- Ted Lewis. Deceased, almost certainly killed by the Vergara Company which was then covered up by the Metropolis Police.

Friends/Other Figures In His Life:
The Madame- Aiden owes her a lot, and knows it. That doesn’t mean he always like what she does and how she operates. These days he’s confident enough with her to tell her when he disagrees with her- But also wise enough to sometimes keep that to himself.
Winifred “Freddie” Johnson- Aiden’s next door neighbor and one of the few people he feels he doesn’t need to impress or manipulate. Also happens to be a founding member of the League and his League sponsor.
Jorge Vergara- Aiden’s most regular client. Some weeks, his only client.

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[jupiter.]

"Estelle Sorroughs"
code name;
Wyvern

THREAT LEVEL: 4

cut deep - matt maeson

BASICS.

Name: Estelle Lee Sorroughs

Age: 24

Gender: Transfemme Nonbinary (She/they)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Back-end Web Developer

Group Affiliation: None


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Kat Cunning

Eye Color: Deep chocolate brown.

Hair: Curly, shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. She often wears it in a high messy bun or a sloppy ponytail - essentially she never puts much thought into how her hair looks and strives more for practicality than aesthetic. If it's in her face then she's not vibing with it.

Height: 6'1" (185 CM) - Taller than average, but not gigantic.

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Lobe piercings in both ears, jewelry swaps with her mood. Full floral serpent sleeve on her right arm.

Spoiler: Tattoo reference

Manner of Dress: Stell's manner of dress changes with her mood, though she will often dress for comfort and practicality as opposed to aesthetic. Flannels and cuffed jeans, finished with a pair of flats or canvas shoes are her immediate go-tos, though she can equally as often be seen with a t-shirt and knee-length skirts. If she's expecting trouble or feels she needs to stealth she switches to a darkly colored old leather jacket, black leggings and combat boots as well as a face-mask designed after a dragon.

Spoiler: Mask Reference

POWERS.
Pyromancy - 4 - The ability to generate and manipulate fire, including being able to manipulate the temperature of the flames. A small degree of thermal immunity is included, though fires that reach temperatures that turn the flames white (1300° C) will burn the user. The user is also not immune to the smoke created by the things they light on fire.
Innervation Inducement - 2 - The ability to deprive others of the sense of touch.


PERSONALITY.

Likes: energy drinks | movie theaters | sour candy | video games | cooking | journaling | cinnamon, both taste and smell | hot tea and iced chai teas | dogs, specifically greyhounds | infused vodkas, especially watermelon

Dislikes: smoking & the smell of cigarettes or weed | licorice | taking medication | most holidays, Halloween being the exception | beer

Vices: critical/has high expectations | obsessive | combative/aggressive | sarcastic | impatient

Virtues: high work ethic | practical | creative | generous | responsible

Quirks:
- Stelle has had large feet her entire life and when she was young she would annoy her family with heavy footsteps, because of this she has grown to always step lightly and has a tendency to scare others because they don't hear her walking.

- Due to her large feet, Stelle has a hard time finding shoes and will wear the ones she has down as much as possible before buying new ones. The shoes she's wearing can almost always be seen with holes and scuffs.

- She has a tendency to wipe her hands on her pants or legs when she is nervous or stressed.

- Will chew on the end of her pen or pencil when she's writing.


BIOGRAPHY.

"Yo, you taken your meds today Stelle?" A deep baritone voice sounded from the screen sitting to the left of her journal. She glanced at it quickly, the end of her pen in between her teeth before shaking her head. "Not yet." Her response was short and blunt, returning her pen to the page before her. "Work's been cracking down on me, I was supposed to have this done last night. Guess things have just been slipping." She muttered, getting up from her desk with a deep sigh and rubbing her eyes. She shuffled over to her bathroom and reached inside the medicine cabinet, grabbing two bottles of pills and rattling them in her hand.

She looked at them and let a small smile stretch across her lips. "Magic pills, helping me maintain my magnificent feminine figure." She downed them quickly and returned to her desk, looking back over at her screen. Her brother sat there, head in his own work. If there was something their family shared, it was their magnificent work ethic. They were always working on something, whether it was for their careers or personal lives. Looking at him made her think back upon her life, however mundane it had been up until this point.

She grew up side-by-side with Joseph, her twin brother. They were raised by her mother, Abigail, a single mother who worked for everything they had. Her father Henry was in and out of their lives as they grew up, popping in only when he felt he could use his children or bring misery to his ex wife. That went out the door when Stelle came out though, Henry couldn't cope with having a queer child and disowned her, stating "I won't stand by a son who thinks he can wear skirts and makeup and emasculate himself. You aren't welcome in my house or in my life." Big loss, right? Stelle never minded it, she never respected him to begin with, so why would she ever need his approval or acceptance?

Her mom and her brother were all the support she needed, and they supported her with everything they had. Her mom paid for her HRT and therapy and her brother helped be that constant reminder to keep up with her meds. Joseph had also been an amazing help for her going through college, they even went through the same program and though they work for different companies now, they still support each other in their work, often asking each other for advice on issues they face. "Heard from mom lately?" His voice piped up again, catching her attention once more.

"Yeah, I talked to her last night. She's doing fine, just started her vacation, let's just hope she can actually relax out there." Her mother had a terrible habit of finding work in everything, or taking her work with her. "You oughta talk to her soon. But hey, listen, I gotta go, I really need to get this work finished. Talk to you later?" She asked, shooting him a thumbs up and raising a brow.

"Yeah, have fun Stelle." He matched her thumbs up before hanging up, leaving her alone in her apartment. Silence flooded the room and she looked towards her bed, arms crossed as she sat in her chair. Her eyes drifted to the bag sitting in front of the night stand and she stood slowly, creeping over to it and reaching into it, slowly pulling out a mask. She turned it over in her hands, the likeness of a dragon now staring back at her. "Wyvern." She muttered. She'd had the mask made on the down low, paid for it with cash via a drop-box. Her phone lit up in the corner of her eye and with the mask in one hand she walked over to it, picking it up and checking the notification. It was a local news headline, reading "New vigilante rescued a kidnapped woman, set car ablaze." She clicked on it and read on as the article described in detail the feats of a vigilante, clad in a dragon mask and leather jacket, who rescued a woman during an active kidnapping, setting the kidnapper's car on fire before fleeing the scene.

"I didn't think there were any reporters nearby, I'll need to be more careful next time." She said with a sigh, scrolling to the bottom of the article and seeing a blurry picture of her in action, mask lit up by the flames in her hand. Tonight she planned on going out again, but this time she'd keep to the shadows, she'd make sure to be much more selective in how she used her abilities. After all, she didn't know of too many out there that had the same destructive power as she did, and if she drew too much attention to herself it could be her downfall. She wasn't ready to be taken down yet, there was change she could enact on this world, rights she could wrong and justice she could bring to those who couldn't get it themselves. That was why she donned this mask and her new name. She would be the dragon who protected the weak.

The way she had seen it was that she could theoretically take her new powers and fuck some major stuff up. Take out people that had wronged her in life, claim what she felt she deserved, or she could take these powers and do right by the world. She could look out for the underdog, the targeted, the weak and weary. She already had what she needed in life; a good job, a loving family, a roof over her head and the ability to feed herself comfortably. But she had power now, real power, and if she didn't use it for good, and she never planned to use it for bad, then what did she have it for? Everything has a reason, a purpose, and sure she found purpose in her career, but this felt like a truly higher calling. One she couldn't, and wouldn't ignore.

She'd gotten lucky the other night, finding that woman and her assailant, but luck wouldn't always be on her side. She wouldn't just stumble upon crime and be able to mop it up with the snap of a finger, that wasn't the way the world worked, and it wouldn't change for her. She needed to be smarter, and with this article there would be eyes everywhere looking for this mask. She needed a new strategy, and ideally some eyes to watch her back. Unfortunately, it wasn't as if she could post on some forum or social media advertising for a partner or a group, not in this line of work. She needed to hit the streets and find other like-minded people, people who knew what they were doing, not just some fledgling vigilante playing at superheroes like she was. If she was going to make this work, it was time to get serious.

She threw the mask back into the bag and sped over to her computer, sitting down and beginning to type away vigorously. Using her knowledge of coding and networking she quickly set up an alert for police activity in her area, sending information to her phone as new cases arose, APBs went out, new missing persons information, etc. She also set up an app that would allow her to tap into nearby police scanners while she was out, allowing her to keep an ear out for both criminal activity and any alerts made regarding her. The rest she'd have to figure out as she went; a partner wouldn't just fall into her lap, she'd have to find them out there, on the job. Until she had actual back-up, she'd have to be her own.


MISC.

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[mizton]

am wroking

"(Full name)"
code name;
(alias your character uses goes here)

(threat level goes here, it's your highest ranked power)

(a theme song goes here, spotify and souncloud supported)

BASICS.

Name:

Age: 18+

Gender:

Sexuality:

Occupation:

Group Affiliation:


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: real people only please

Eye Color:

Hair:

Height:

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars:

Manner of Dress: (if your character has a special uniform or equipment you should put that here too)


POWERS.
Adhesion Manipulation - 2 - description
3D Vision - 1 - description
Anti-Gravity Manipulation - 3 - description


PERSONALITY.

Likes: like | like | like | like | like | like | as many likes as you like

Dislikes: dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | as many dislikes as you like

Vices: at | least | three

Virtues: at | least | three

Quirks:
listed
however
you
like

you can write a blurb here about their personality if you like, but it isn't strictly necessary


BIOGRAPHY.

your character's history must go here, and this section is what i consider the most important.


MISC.

things like your character pinterest board or theme song or playlist go here. but at the very least you must list your character's immediate or important family members in this section, their age, and whether they're alive or not

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[aurivee_]

"Apollo Amery"
code name;
Trojan / Hecate

THREAT LEVEL: II

flowers - cast of hadestown

BASICS.

Name: Apollo Amery

Age: 25

Gender: Unlabeled (they/them)

Sexuality: Demi-pansexual

Occupation: Student + Software Development Intern

Group Affiliation: The League


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Kovu Kingsrod

Eye Color: Brown

Hair: Pale blonde, generally styled to one side.

Height: 5'2

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Both earlobes are pierced, and Apollo usually wears a pair of mismatched small earrings. Some thermal scarring in various locations, most prominently a burn scar on their left hand from unintentionally overheating a knife in an altercation. Few other scars to speak of. No tattoos.

Manner of Dress: Cares little for appearance. Dresses in a very casual manner, defaulting to hoodies, sweatpants, and t-shirts. Rarely seen without a hood.

They have no appearance associated with their Trojan persona, as they have managed to remain entirely faceless. The only iconography associated with them is their calling card - a single red apple.

When conducting operations as Hecate, their clothing choices remain quite similar to their casual wear. However, they specifically choose clothing engineered to withstand extreme temperatures. They always wear a simple black mask over their eyes.



POWERS.
Lifespan Perception - 1 - If they so choose, Apollo can see the approximate lifespan of a person at will. When they activate this power, they become aware of the exact time and date of a person's death. However, a person's fate is rarely predestined, and this observation is subject to change. They cannot perceive their own lifespan.
Portal Creation - 1 - Apollo can create tears in the fabric of the universe, opening portals between any two locations. These portals can be located on Earth, or on any planet within the solar system. Apollo can open and close these portals at will. People, animals, and objects can safely pass through them, though those unaccustomed to it may suffer minor physical side effects (e.g - confusion, dizziness, and fatigue).
Temperature Manipulation - 2 - Apollo can rapidly shift the temperature of the area around them at will, making it either warmer or colder. They can control the temperature of a few cubic yards at once, centered around a point within their line of sight. They can shift temperature to the point of causing danger to life, but they are not immune to the effects of these extreme temperatures.
Strength Absorption - 2 - By making physical contact with another living being, Apollo can absorb their strength. When they do so, they gain the physical strength that they absorbed, and the target becomes proportionately weaker. The longer they can remain in contact with the target, the more strength they are able to absorb. They are unable to absorb enough strength to kill the target, but they can severely weaken the target if given enough time.

PERSONALITY.

Likes: calm environments | bananas | anything technology | history

Dislikes: spicy foods | large crowds | social gatherings

Vices: overconfident | reclusive | stubborn

Virtues: intelligent | cunning | level-headed

Quirks:
- tends to fidget
- always wears mismatched socks
- collects buttons and dice

Apollo is quite difficult to socialize with. They almost always prefer to be alone, and they aren't too keen on making friends. When speaking to others, they generally display very little emotion - mild amusement and brief annoyance is about as much as you'll get from them, for the most part. They're rational and calculated, and always approach the world using their head and not their heart. They care little of what others think of them - or so it seems.

Truthfully, Apollo isn't as cold as they seem. They feel emotions, and they feel them strongly - they just don't express them very much. They're quite hard on themselves, and are always striving for perfection.


BIOGRAPHY.

Apollo grew up as a stereotypical "quiet kid". They were a devout academic and deeply interested in two topics specifically: technology and psychology. When they were not slaving away for the best possible grades, they were usually studying these interests. They had no reputation to speak of in their school - no one really knew who they were, and Apollo preferred to keep it that way. Only a couple of students managed to forge a bond with Apollo, who was perfectly content to have a very small relationship circle.

Apollo was the only member of their family to become a Freak when Freak Day occurred. This sudden event sparked conflict in their family. Apollo's mother believed that Apollo's new abilities were something to embrace, while Apollo's father wanted to suppress them by any means possible. Their father was a man of high status - an influential businessman, who had worked with the government on several occasions - and he feared that exposing his child as one of the Freaks would damage his reputation. The two separated over the issue, and while Apollo would have preferred to stay with their mother, Apollo's father eventually won full custody in the ensuing court battle. As a result, Apollo was never allowed to use their newfound abilities, and no one outside of their family even knew that Apollo was a Freak at all.

Apollo was allowed to leave home and attend university on two conditions: they would not reveal their power to anyone, nor would they get involved with any sort of vigilantism or crime-fighting. They followed the first stipulation completely, but they had other ideas when it came to the second.

To everyone who knew of Apollo Amery, they were just an overworked computer science major that didn't get out much. However, in secret, they started involving themselves with The League. The individual who had recruited them had found out about Apollo's abilities, and had reached out to them as a result. Apollo didn't know how this had happened, but they weren't exactly complaining. After all, they hadn't revealed their power themselves - so they weren't breaking that clause of their agreement with their father. It was the perfect loophole.

However, Apollo had little interest in fighting crime directly. They preferred to take a position in the background - focusing on disruption and deception, rather than confrontation. Thus, they began training for a different kind of role in the League.

They never actually used their power for their ensuing vigilantism - they operated as support for other League members instead. Hacking into surveillance systems, obtaining access to criminals' files - you name it, they were probably doing it. They were careful to never reveal their true identity when doing so - using several layers of security measures to protect their identity and preserve their status as a faceless, omnipresent threat to crime. Only their recruiter - who Apollo trusted completely - had access to their true identity. During this time, they were known publicly by the codename of Trojan. Few people knew who they were, anything about them, or even whether or not they were a powered individual.

Recently, however, they started to become restless. Their persona as an unknown was enjoyable, but they'd come to enjoy their powers more, and wanted to put them to use. Despite never using them publicly, they'd begun practicing - incorporating them into their daily life, coming up with unique ways to mix them together, and testing their limits. Unable to decide between stepping into the public eye and staying into the shadows, they decided to do both. They reached out to their recruiter once more, seeking to forge a second secret identity - one that would be more useful on the front lines. The training was rigorous and put them through immense physical and mental strain, but they managed to persevere.

Now, they balance three lives: one as Apollo Amery, an unassuming student; one as Trojan, the famed technological expert with all sides vying to gain their assistance by any means necessary; and Hecate, the up-and-coming vigilante with everything to prove.


MISC.

Family:
- Gaia Amery (mother, status unknown)
- Janus Amery (father, alive)
- Celeste Amery (younger sister, alive)

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[jones573]

This CS is currently under construction! Check back later for more information.

Winifred "Freddie" Johnson
code name;
(alias your character uses goes here)

Threat Level: 5

Good Grief by Dessa

BASICS.

Name: Winifred "Freddie" Johnson

Age: 33

Gender: Cis woman. Uses she/her prounouns.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Paramedic; Vigilante

Group Affiliation: The League


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Kirby Howell-Baptiste

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair: Black, 4A curls, a bit longer than shoulder length.

Height: 5'6"

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: She has pierced ears, and a scar from when she got her appendix out when she was young. Freddie also has an abstract tattoo of two women's faces on her left arm and her sister has a matching one on her right arm.

Manner of Dress: (if your character has a special uniform or equipment you should put that here too)


POWERS.
Kinetic Energy Manipulation - 5 - description
Mediumship - 1 - description



PERSONALITY.

Likes: like | like | like | like | like | like | as many likes as you like

Dislikes: dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | dislike | as many dislikes as you like

Vices: at | least | three

Virtues: at | least | three

Quirks:
listed
however
you
like

you can write a blurb here about their personality if you like, but it isn't strictly necessary


BIOGRAPHY.

your character's history must go here, and this section is what i consider the most important.


MISC.

things like your character pinterest board or theme song or playlist go here. but at the very least you must list your character's immediate or important family members in this section, their age, and whether they're alive or not

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[Pseudo-nim]

"Hana Xinran"
code name;
Tattletale

(Threat Level: Four)

Wabababa by Balduin & Masha Ray

BASICS.

Name: Hana Xinran

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Freelance Dog Trainer / Informant

Group Affiliation: Neutral, but the Madame has the first pick from her information catalog.


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: IamAzhai

Eye Color: Black

Hair: Black

Height: 5ft 6in

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: None

Manner of Dress: Most of her clothes are business casual to casual streetwear depending on whether she's out for pleasure or working with dogs. Being able to move around and exercise along with the pets are a must, so wearing something she doesn't mind getting dirty with is often the default choice.


POWERS.
Animal Manipulation - 4 - The ability to control, manipulate, and understand animals. From rats to birds to wolves, she is capable of commanding anything within the animal kingdom to her will, allowing for long-term orders to be set without active management by relying on an animal's intellect. The amount of animals she can actively control depends on the intelligence of the animals, such as ravens and crows being limited to four, while lions can be up to an entire pride. This limit can be circumvented by targeting leaders in hierarchal species to act as proxy leaders for her.
Poison Immunity - 1 - A blanket immunity to all poisons. From nature's strongest toxins to illegal drugs found on the streets, she can consume any toxic chemicals with no side effects. (Un)Fortunately, this means she can no longer get drunk.
Morality Viewing - 1 - A sense capable of perceiving a person's morality, whether they lean more towards good or evil and by how much. Good people tend to have a very 'bright' presence, like a walking flashlight. Evil instead has a withdrawn presence, acting like a whirlpool that makes her feel sluggish. The intensity varies, but both are equally annoying to deal with, which is why she prefers to stick to normal people with milder effects than compared to those with powers.



PERSONALITY.

Likes: Desserts | Comic books | Murder mystery novels | Gossip | Photography | Sounds of rain

Dislikes: Greasy food | Waking up early | Black Coffee | Musicals | Pickles

Vices: Mischievous | Greedy | Selfish | Devious | Paranoid

Virtues: Analytic | Multitasker | Sociable | Organized | Inquisitive

Quirks:
- Hana constantly scratches her right cheek whenever she doesn't understand something.

- While working as a dog trainer, she always asks for lists of the skills the owners want their pets to know. This is less for them and more for her since she doesn't like guessing what orders to give the dogs before handing them back to their owners.

- When it comes to reconnaissance or general information gathering, she has a preference for using pigeons and rats thanks to their decent ratio of numbers to intellect. It doesn't mean she likes them, more because they're commonplace and efficient when it comes to her power.

- Hana is constantly updating her library of information on the activities of the most prominent groups in the city by cycling her animals to their territories every month. Updating her library means she can have a relatively risk-free time scouting any safehouses and potential money fronts to steal from or glean information from members by simply tailing them using birds or rats. She considers this a hobby.

- Since Hana can't get drunk, she eats plenty of sweets.

Hana is an ambivert. As someone whose entire youth was spent with what people call the 'popular kids', she likes to add flair to her day-to-day life and is generally conscious of her appearance and attitude. Having been influenced by her socialite of a mother, she's learned a thing or two about how to get people talking about themselves, or perhaps start a conversation about various subjects or events. It's all just a façade to get people to open up and a mask she wears in public. On the other hand, her father's occupation emphasizes silence and focus, teaching her the importance of context when it comes to channeling the type of energy her mother often expects of her during their outings. Here she can express herself as a highly focused and observant person with a passion for learning and gathering data. As someone of a well-off background, she isn't lacking in material possessions or funds, so she instead invests it in state-of-the-art hardware for data collection and cybersecurity, one subject she spent countless weeks of research to wrap her head around before buying the necessary software for it.

However, if there's something she does lack, it's motivation and stimulation. She has her material vices like anyone else, but what she wants is the satisfaction of taking them. Inquisitive and devious, she enjoys learning from an ordeal rather than the result. It's all for the sake of expanding her skills, whether it's reconnaissance, stealing, or solving problems created by her data. Perhaps what she enjoys the most is having information. People, places, and even secrets. There's just something so gratifying about having all that data in her hands after a week's worth of gathering. She finds no particular use other than hoarding it for her sense of achievement, so she sells it when she feels it necessary. Having her library of information on people and their secrets is something she considers to be an addiction, one she has no plans on keeping in check. Being innately conscious of the appearance and efficiency of her day-to-day life, she's very organized and methodical in sorting the excess information in her hands, often spending entire weekends sorting through it to make sure it's both easy to review and aesthetically pleasing to her eyes. Adding a price to the intel she provides to other gangs is often secondary to solving a problem and selling the solution as extra.

In any case, Hana may come off as eccentric thanks to her curiosity. Not so much on the narcissistic high society, but the everyday person living a different world she's experienced. It's what keeps her talking, learning, and attempting to understand the nature of people. She wants to learn and loves every second of the process.

BIOGRAPHY.

Hana Xinran grew up in an upper-class family with everything she could ask for. From money to jewelry to any material object, she could've had it all and it would only take a swipe of the card. But even money got boring eventually and she found a hobby in data analysis by observing her father's work as a criminal analyst. He could've lived comfortably because of her mother's inheritance making her more or less set for life, he did it out of a simple passion for the work. Hana didn't understand how working for 12 hours straight in a job by sitting around reading about people was fun, but he kept being cryptic about this whole passion thing and told her to explore her options at a young age. For the longest time, it only led her to continue observing what she can between school and social events.

Over her teenage years, her father had made slight influences on her career choices. For all the riches she enjoyed, finding something that motivated her to do anything with the sort of passion he had was difficult. What didn't change was the hours she spent alongside her father working in data entry and it almost became second nature to join him and ask questions about certain parts of his job and why he focused on certain aspects of the data compared to others. For the longest time, it was just fun having information on her hands to look through and solve as a hobby. Outside of that, she often accompanied her mother to fashion shows and other social events, shaking hands with various influencers and the who's who in the industry. There she learned how to adjust her personality and language to keep whatever self-important socialite talking, giving them this false sense of connection because someone decided to give them the time of day to listen to their bragging. But then again, this type of thing was business as usual and she could easily adjust herself to act appropriately in various social meetings.

During Freak Day, her powers manifested subtly and were something she found to only encourage a different type of data acquisition. After she finished her education to enter the same field as her father, she instead took a job as a freelance dog trainer away from her family, much to the surprise and disappointment of her parents. Working in a fairly innocuous job, she used it as a cover to control other animals in the area to give her random information on people around her, mostly as a test of her capabilities. What she got was a way to hide in plain sight and an entrance to a society of criminals and vigilantes. Hana was more than satisfied to remain anonymous because being flashy was acceptable in the regular world, but doing that in a place run by gangsters and police was going to get her shot behind the head. She's quite obsessed with keeping the appearance of a faceless source of information to anyone in the city, both as an aesthetic she enjoys and the safety of being untraceable because of her animals. She's made a point to be always on the opposite side of the territories she was watching to keep her identity and powers as separate from each other as possible, in addition to keeping it a complete secret that her powers were controlling animals. Her clients are more than welcome to speculate what sort of powers she has or if she even has any, so long as they can't put two and two together lest they decide to shoot any bird or rat on sight. On the other hand, she is trying to experiment with a delivery system using carrier pigeons.

Since then, she continued to expand her network of information through the subtle use of any animal she can gain access to, implanting orders and letting them roam free. It's through this relentless search for knowledge and secrets she earned the moniker of 'Tattletale'. Being someone with access to information not privy to the average gang, including safe houses and drug dens of the city's most prominent underworld crime lords to fight over, her prices are much higher. While regular informants can spot and mark a den, she provides details as if she walked through entire facilities and worked for the gang themselves like patrol routes and an inside map layout. Tailing people may seem dangerous, but give her a week and she'll tell her clients what their target had for dinner on a Tuesday night just by having a rat and pigeon follow them.

For prominent leaders, such as the Madame, her prices are discounted and they're given special priority to pick from her monthly catalog after she cycles her animals to another area of the city to cover. It's her way of recognizing clients who've used her services much more than the occasional criminal who barely scraped the funds to afford her lower-level intel. The police have certainly tried to use her services once in a while, but given her record of also dipping her hands in thievery, their patronage is often on a case-by-case basis. While many have tried to ask for the highest level of intel such as identities of influential figures within certain gangs or the police, she's not always privy to them and would destabilize the status quo of the powered communities in constant conflict. Her business, and by extension hobby, would collapse because police and other powered would swarm the target like ants to sugar. Better to simply throw the evidence in some obscure folder and be done with it rather than risk anything else.

Regardless, her identity as 'Tattletale' is simply a source of excitement in an otherwise mundane routine. Being independent of her parents has more or less alleviated her from the shackle of recognition by association with her mother. Her father was another issue she simply circumvented by doing her job as a dog trainer rather than leveraging her degree in Data Analytics, making even less sense for her to be an informant.


MISC.

Lee Xinran (father) - 42 - Alive
Meredith Xinran (mother) - 40 - Alive
Harry Xinran (twin brother) - 24 - Alive

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[The Witch Son]

"The Madame"
AN NPC
A Threat

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APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Eva Green

Age: 42

Eye Color: Blue

Hair: Black

Height: 5'7"

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: pierced ears

Manner of Dress: Casual attire doesn't really appear to be in The Madame's repertoire. She's always dressed up in eleganza befitting the time of day and fancy restaurants or shops she frequents. She tends to favor deeper jewel tones and things with vintage flair. She especially loves vintage Dior, Dolce, and Thom Browne. Her heels and perfume are equally as expensive as the rest of her attire, and always tasteful. She's someone who feels she must always look her best. It does wonder for the confidence.

POWERS.
none

PERSONALITY.

Likes: Secrets | Antiques | High Fashion | Art | Special People | Books | Opera

Dislikes: Whiskey | Sports Cars | Dirt | Tennis Shoes | Camping | Public Transportation

Vices: Manipulative | Secretive | Ruthless | Calculating | Unforgiving | Pretentious

Virtues: Generous | Cunning | Worldly | Charismatic | Witty | Intuitive | Creative


LORE.

Since the legalization of brothels in the great state of New Jersey in 2077 there has always been The Madame. She needs no other distinction nor title. In fact, her very name is lost to time, memory, and bureaucracy. She’s as unknowable in her personal life as she is recognizable by her tinkling laugh. By her elegant walk or by her pristine leather gloves, or perhaps in the way she commands the room when she enters. Criminals low and politicians high recognize her as the one who knows too much and has her fingers in too many pies. No one who is anyone is quite sure how much she knows and nobody really wants to find out. That, more than her hired muscle, buys her organization the respect and deference it commands in Metropolis.

Her employees know her as generous with her pay and protection, so long as you serve a purpose. She has no use for empty headed useless little things, pretty though they may be. Those can be cheaply paid somewhere else. Forbidden Blossoms has the best of everything, and so its people are held to a higher standard than other establishments. But, again, you won’t find a maid in Metropolis better paid than at Forbidden Blossoms.

Her escorts are trained in etiquette, grooming, manner of dress, how to walk, how to talk and how to tease out of clientele the secrets they never mean to tell. They are each in their own way talented at something. Be that ballet, music, languages, contortion, or even artistry. It’s that little something extra that made The Madame hire them. A pretty face is one thing, the work of a high rolling escort quite another. The maids might be paid well in Forbidden Blossoms, but for their talents and hard work, it’s the escorts who see the most money and the secrets they find out that pays them the most.

The Madame also has people who work as her spies who aren’t escorts at all. But those are her own secrets. And she never tells anyone anything they don’t need to know, she’s generous with her money not her knowledge. Her knowledge she guards jealousy like a dragon’s hoard.

Recently she’s taken to hiring members of the Junk Boiz, extending her offer of employment to any of them and offering to train them in whatever job can be found for them. An offer she doesn’t make lightly given the qualifications that are usually required of her staff. She also offers special scholarships and funds for the younger ones. Her claim is that she’s greatly sympathetic to their plight and admires their tenacity and penchant for survival in the face of adversity. But while all that might be true the truth is closer to the fact that she’s found the forced recruitment of powered individuals by street gangs to be boorishly stupid. Why waste time with threats when you can gain undying loyalty and cooperation with something as simple as kindness? Bees and honey and all that. She intends to gain what street gangs were unable to.

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[The Witch Son]

"Jorge Vergara"
code name;
Jim

Threat Level
6

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BASICS.

Name: Jorge Santiago Jimenez Vergara

Age: 40

Gender: Cis Man

Sexuality: He has an eye for beauty

Occupation: Vergara Co. CEO

Group Affiliation: Vergara Co.


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Oscar Isaac

Eye Color: Brown

Hair: Black

Height: 5' 9"

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: He's got some garish scars on his back and chest, but no tattoos or piercings.

Manner of Dress: (if your character has a special uniform or equipment you should put that here too)


POWERS.
Listed - # - description
And - # - description
Numbered - # - description
Here - # - description


PERSONALITY.

Likes: Music, especially Jazz | Cigarettes | Breakfast | Plays | Movies | Books | Academia | Cats | Walks | Unique Corner Stores | His Alias | Brandy (the alchohol) | Angel

Dislikes: Escorts | Beer | Insubordination amongst his men | Masculine Posturing | Checkers | Poker | When he gets the hickups

Vices: Cunning | Ruthless | Violent | Domineering | Control Issues | Depressed | Morally Grey

Virtues: Calm | Thoughtful | Careful | Intelligent | Strategic | Polite | Gentlemanly | Generous | Unpretentious

Quirks:
- He has a very dry sense of humor.

- Jorge is a very talented musician. He can sing, play the piano, guitar, saxophone, and trumpet all very well. He can be found often at a Jazz lounge performing. Always under his alias, Jim. Which he insists is short for Jimothy.

- Under his alias, Jim, for which he has papers for and everything, Jorge will wander around the city visiting his favorite spots and meeting with ordinary people he's befriended. He even has a favorite corner store he frequents, and will sometimes "steal" the bodega cat to carry around for a while on his walk.

- “I hate escorts.” and “Bring me my favorite escort before I have a conniption.” are not contradictory statements to Jorge Vergara. Angel is just an exception. He’s the exception to everything.

- He hates escorts because he thinks that's what made his mother cry all the time about father. And not, you know, the fact that she couldn't leave an incredibly abusive crime lord under threat of death. It's not without reason though, that's what she pretended was the problem in her marriage to her sons. She hid everything else from them and as a young boy it was much easier to believe that his mother was a battered saint and not that his mother would turn tail and run if ever given the chance.

- To him the law is more like a set of guidelines and so are morals. Don't break the law while you're breaking the law, that's just unwise, but pay off the judge when you do. If you have the power to do so it's correct. Survival of the fittest at all that.

- Jorge considers collateral damage to be unfortunate and ugly. He doesn't allow his men to harm children and people not involved with the criminal underworld. Meaning the families of those who double cross them are safe. A thing he gets flack for but a thing he'll violently enforce regardless. To him it's wrong to hurt people uninvolved with their line of work. Regular people aren't deserving of it. But anyone in the same world as him, the criminal, is fair game. He also doesn't cover up the petty things his underlings do. If you kill a stripper by accident you're getting turned in to the authorities for being an embarrassment to him. His men are allowed to be debauched so long as the fun remains victimless.


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BIOGRAPHY.

A son and heir to an empire, uncontested fate and demanding expectation came squalling out of Sonia Vergara’s womb one morning. Breaking dawn with the birth of the crowned prince of Metropolis, named for his father, Jorge Santiago Jimenez Vergara. To be the very image and rebirth of his forefathers, to be everything his father was and more. Jorge Vergara Sr.’s fate was sealed that day whether he knew it or not.

For when he looked upon his son he saw not just a new life, but his old one, his bygone innocence and weakness and a future of glory he hadn’t grasped. It tainted his happiness and coloured the relationship he’d have with his heir for the rest of his cut short life.

He needed his heir to bring pride to the family name but he also needed to humble him, lest he stand too tall and outshadow his father. Never could he be good enough, and considering the sad state the senior was in, the junior could never be allowed to be better than him. It would be too easy for him to achieve. Talented as he was in school, at music, at sports, at people, he’d overshadow the gluttonously selfish old man that was Jorge Sr. too soon. The father would encourage shameful acts upon the son to dirty him prematurely, make him as flawed as his predecessor. The son would not bite. He would bare his teeth and be beaten for the impertinence. Mocked relentlessly for his quiet nature and even temper, mocked for getting grades that reflected studiousness and not getting into boyish trouble, mocked for treating his mother with too much respect and his father with too little. Mocked even for abstaining from the pleasures of the flesh at an age too young to be appropriate in the first place.

Jorge junior was well aware that in some strange way, his birth had upset his father. He was a resented presence as much as he was a required one. Eldest son to take over the family business as head, a thing his father had been born for too. The only problem was, Jorge senior was an envious man. An envious man who fell short in so many ways. He wasn’t particularly good at being the head of the family in any way except in his propensity for violence and masculine posturing. So when his son was not the mirror image of him, he began to fear having his time as king overshadowed by his clearly intelligent progeny. His waking nightmare was imagining his empire cheering his son at his funeral. Welcoming him as their new leader, the new sun they revolved around and forgetting all about him in the cold ground.

And Jorge junior reveled in that image. His love was not lost for his father, it had never manifested in the first place. Everything his father was and did became disgusting to him. He modeled himself to be the opposite; disciplined, careful, thoughtful, respectful and slow to anger. A strong sense of duty was instilled into him young by his mother, who had resolved herself to outlive her husband one day just to spite him. She would live to see her eldest son as head of the family sooner than her husband liked.

Caesar was born 10 years after Jorge, and for some reason Jorge senior saw him as the more athletically boyish son he’d wished Jorge junior was, and focused a lot of praise upon him early on. Despite this, Jorge junior would be a good older brother, knowing his father expected him to react to his sibling with petty jealousy.

As they grew into adults Caesar’s major flaws would manifest in his father’s eyes and condemn him eventually. He was too soft where his older brother had already hardened. Despite not being the sensitive artist type that Jorge junior was, Caesar didn’t have bloodthirst in him. It would lead to many mistakes, dangerous ones. He’d let people live when he shouldn't have. Like a half sibling that was born one rainy night in Metropolis General to a prostitute mother he was saved from having to kill. She knew too much. And a rat’s child couldn’t be allowed to live either, not when that child’s DNA linked them to the head of the Vergara mafia. Not when the Vergara Co.’s reputation was at stake and a point needed to be made.

So when Caesar let that child live and Jorge junior found out he filed it away and used it as an opportunity for a later date. Scrubbing clean his younger brother’s trail and all evidence of what had occurred that night, as much as possible wiped from the record.

This information coming to light years later and Caesar’s very life on the line would be all the excuse Jorge junior would need to seize his place as head of the family and cast down the old wizened fool.

But like a sick joke the murder of Jorge’s father by his own hand changed him for the worse. Turning him mercurial and unpredictably moody. He wasn’t like his father, no, but though the family business thrived no one was entirely sure if this brooding new head was really a good trade. Not much could be snuck past him, and he couldn’t be easily manipulated. He was just as difficult to deal with as his father but in an entirely new and hellish way. He cleaned the house of Vergara of the embezzlers and anyone taking a free ride on their coattails ruthlessly. Streamlining their business model and getting rid of a few of their avenues that were too high stakes and not as lucrative as others. Like human trafficking. (A thing not done out of the goodness of his heart despite the practice in general being ugly in his opinion.)

Jorge spent years in a depressive stupor after setting things to rights. Losing his fiance soon after and taking to masquerading about the city under the guise of an ordinary man. Visiting Jazz lounges or his favorite corner store mostly, until being convinced one day by his secretary to visit the Forbidden Blossom’s lounge. He wouldn’t be like his father, she said, who preferred quantity to quality. And the escorts there were high quality indeed. Maybe they could lift his spirits and invigorate him. On a whim, he acquiesced. And like in most things, his secretary was right.

Predictably, he couldn’t enter the establishment without a fuss. He didn’t even try to enter as Jim, his ordinary alter ego. The Madame greeted him, surprised, she said, to see him there but welcoming nonetheless. His father had called her establishment a waste of money in his hayday apparently. Jorge apologized and noted that his father had no taste in most things, but not to be offended if the junior ended up leaving without having enjoyed the establishment either. He was a difficult man to please and unfathomably picky.

Her knowing laugh had him suspicious that she took that as a challenge.

However, true to his word Jorge didn’t take much interest in any of the escorts that approached him the night of his first visit. Except one that he liked to watch play the piano. Just one. An angel with pretty wings fluttering out of his backless attire. Jorge was so shocked that he found him to be alluring that he didn’t approach him at all that night. And couldn’t stop thinking of him the next day.

He returned the next night with sheet music for him to play, at one point noticing him struggle with certain parts and awkwardly offering to help.

Angel was so easy to speak with and be around that Jorge continued to buy his time. Stealing too intense looks as they talked about everything and nothing. Taking him out on dates to his favorite Jazz spots or anywhere else Angel wanted to go. Jorge played for Angel and Angel played for Jorge. It took weeks before Jorge could even ask to kiss the man. As if he were carefully courting a lover and not buying a prostitute’s affection.

Jorge’s aware of what Angel is, he just doesn’t much care that it costs money to see him. Jorge has money enough to spare. It isn’t as though he spends it on himself anyway. The Madame can charge what she likes so long as he gets to have Angel’s time.

Angel calms him and lifts his mood like nothing else does, like music used to. And it’s a common occurrence for Angel to be called for him when he’s become upset by something, which has led to a much more harmonious work environment in the Vergara headquarters. Jorge is mercurial no more and lenient with his men now. Returning to the man he used to be before becoming head of one of the east coast’s most notorious mafia.

MISC.

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"Cian Bracken"
code name;
TBA

(threat level goes here, it's your highest ranked power)

(a theme song goes here, spotify and souncloud supported)

BASICS.

Name: Cian James Bracken

Age: 28

Gender: Cisgender Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Motorcycle Mechanic

Group Affiliation: The Junk Boiz


APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Cole Mohr

Eye Color: Steel blue, dim but powerful

Hair: Black roots, dark brown towards the ends due to sun exposure.

Height: 6'3"

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Several tattoos dot his body, varying from scripts to patchwork one offs, there doesn't appear to be any sort of theme to the tattoos on his body and none hold any sort of significance to him.

Occasionally wears a navy blue septum ring, but no piercings other than that.

Manner of Dress: Cian wears a company jumpsuit while he's working with simple, solid colored shirts and a pair of steel-toed boots that protect against any falling parts or tools. His casual day-to-day wear consists of leather and denim jackets, both dotted with various punk patches and the logos of his favorite bands. Underneath the jackets he wears loose fitting band tees or tank tops and almost always a pair of cuffed jeans, littered with rips and tears. His shoes are his prized personal possessions as he customizes them himself. Most are simple canvas shoes that he's painted or sewn patches into, others are leather combat boots with paints and other accessories.


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PERSONALITY.

Likes: smoking | rock & punk music | working with his hands | Hazelnut, both smell and taste | tattoos | piercings | action movies | martial arts | helping others | rabbits | eating

Dislikes: liars | capitalism | mint | dogs | jazz | the smell of roses | caterpillars, surprisingly, he's fine with other insects | cooking

Vices: loud and aggressive | risk taker | irresponsible | rebellious

Virtues: fiercely loyal | great listener | determined and hard worker | charismatic

Quirks:
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BIOGRAPHY.

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MISC.

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