Realistic or Modern 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙮 - character sheets

[xayah.]

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Thanks for applying! If you guys have any questions, please let me know. To reiterate some basic guidelines to keep in mind while making your sheets:
1. You can create two characters at the moment. A third will become available once you are accepted!
2. Real faceclaims only! No art or anime, sorry.
3. I'm looking for quality, not quantity! This is not first-come first-serve, so apply to your heart's content.

The deadline is June 12th, midnight Pacific time. If you think you need an extension, message me and I'll be more than willing!

Now onto the sheet. This is a basic skeleton. Add more information if you feel so inclined !
BASICS
Name:
Alias (if applicable):
Age (18+ but the Five will be older than most):
D.O.B:
Gender:
Orientation:
Role:
Occupation (if applicable):

VISAGE
Appearance (no need to fill out if you have a faceclaim):
Faceclaim: (optional)
Suit (for heroes, villains, wannabes, and underlings):
Icons (symbols that are associated with your character if they're a hero, wannabe, or villain):

PSYCHE
Personality: a paragraph or more
Virtues:
Vices:

ORIGIN
Origin Story: how did they become what they are now? no need to go in-depth if that info wouldn't be known publically! also doesn't necessarily have to be accurate or specific if you feel like you want to reveal it later on in the roleplay! just let me know if that's the case.
Reputation: how does the city of emerdol view them? positively? negatively? they haven't even heard of your character? anything goes!
Powers: note that any role can have powers except the gears, but if they are not one of the five or a villain, they will not be as proficient in handling their powers as the aforementioned roles.
Other: headcanons, etc - whatever you'd like goes here!

the five.

4 / 5

The Five are Emerdol's most famous heroes. You might've seen them around. They do show up on every ad, every board, and every channel on TV in the area after all. Are they the most powerful of all the superheroes around? Not necessarily, but they have the star power and the masses love them, and that's just what their agency—Lacrimura—needs and wants. Every superhero wants to be one of them. Not many make the cut. And those who do are fiercely protective of it. So much so that it might not be so much about the heroing anymore and more about being THE super.

the wannabes.

open / closed

The Wannabes. They go by many names: your friendly neighborhood heroes, the sidekicks, the dreamers—there's a lot, but despite all that, one thing is the same no matter what you call them. They're the new generation. The kids who grew up seeing the Five on the front page of every news outlet and story. They formed their own hero groups when they came of age and even became a bit infamous in their respective suburbs. They might be happy where they are, but everyone knows you're a total zero unless you're one of the Five. They know that, too.

the villains.

open / closed

The Villains are more than just the average petty criminal. They're real threats. Ones that don't care if they're superpowered or not. They find ways to make their will a reality no matter what. It's not quite sure why they do what they do, but in a way, they're just as famous as the Five, if not more. After all, every good hero needs a great villain. Even if the villain isn't half as gifted at destroying things as their heroic counterpart is.

the underlings.

open / closed

The Underlings are a villain's best friend. Well, no, villains aren't exactly the type to have friends, but underlings are the closest thing to it. They keep the evil criminal operations running, smoothly I might add, and receive none of the recognition for it. To some, there's nothing wrong with that. They get paid, even compensated for the occasional superhero beatdown, but for others... if you're going to get beat up, wouldn't it be better if it were for your plans, not someone else's?

the gears.

open / closed

The Gears keep Lacrimura in business. They manage the Five, schedule their activities, are the first to send reporters into the middle of battle, and work hard to make superheroes the one and only focus of the public. They're always on the lookout for a rising star, one who could be a great addition to the Five, and do anything to keep their heroes in the limelight. They're nothing special—powerless like the majority of the world—but they know more about Earth's greatest heroes than anyone else, even more than the heroes themselves, and some of those secrets are things that should never come to light.

the civilians.

open / closed

The Civilians are just that: civilians. They love the heroes, and they hate them just as much. For every hero that stops a robot raging through downtown Emerdol, that's at least twenty civilian homes that have a human-sized hole in the walls because some hero chose to go through their home as a shortcut instead of around. It's hard not to hate your saviors, especially when you're merely a hero's flight path away from living in squalor, but the wonder of being amongst living gods keeps civilians in line. After all, it's not like you can make a group to fight back or do anything about them... right?

coded by xayah.ღ

 

[miyabi]

inferno — the five

# molecular combustion

# lee hongnae

♡coded by uxie♡

inferno.

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charlie yang

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age

32 years old

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pansexual

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DOB

september 5th

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POB

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  Alignment: "vigilante/hero" (but is truly a villain)
  
  Neither the glimmer of light nor the cry of light can break free from the hold of selfishness.
  
  He is the neglected and unresurrected agony of childhood; forged from fire and greed. It is true: that Charlie is an egotist, a man whose conceit is fragile even in the slightest challenge and question of his image. His eyes were shrink-wrapped in tears, often false, used to his advantage--a man manipulative enough to use his pristine image in bouts of manipulation. Do not be fooled, under the shroud of poise and perceived selflessness, Charlie is nothing short of self-serving.
  
  As perceptive and calculated as his sister, he makes use of this--possibilities farther than the horizon, an opportunistic soul that will analyze another for his benefit--analyses are seldom used for factoring. Caring is the least of his worries as he chases glory like a child hungry for reward, basking in light that shines brightly on his reputation.
  
  Dismantled by his own actions despite the conceived denials that he is far worse than he thinks, Charlie has convinced himself that he is judge, jury, and executioner. He is unable to resist the violence, craves for it, looks for an excuse in every setting; but he is not a fool, smart enough to cover up the fact that even if someone has turned out innocent, Charlie will not neglect the little details that will paint him as the hero.
  
  On the surface is a man who gleams with warmth, a smile brighter than the sun, eyes filled with life and hope--he is a chameleon, colors changing before your very eyes. One moment he will nurture, give words of wisdom and lend an open hand, and the next he will make your tear yourself apart piece by piece--and it will all be your fault. People will often question: are they crazy? Or is he the reason they've fallen into their own complexities, unable to resist the fight against negative intrusion?
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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[ravensunset]

grace dai

# civilian - illusionist

# zhou ye

♡coded by uxie♡

Name: Grace Dai
Age: 27
D.O.B: November 5th
Gender & Pronouns: Female, she/her
Orientation: Aromantic Asexual
Role: Civilian
Occupation: Accountant
Faceclaim: Zhou Ye

Personality: Quiet, unfriendly, Grace never seemed to fit into her life. She was a sulky, antisocial child, never quite able to make friends at school, and seeming to go out of her way to avoid any activity that might help with. She still has an instinct to be alone, shut others out whenever she can, but she’s somewhat working on it. She’ll go to an event if invited to, on occasion, have a conversation, on occasion. While the introvert in her is a fixed trait, she finds she rather likes having someone in her life she can consider a friend.

Still, Grace has a long way to go to being friendly. Emotions have never been her strong suit, and she’s not someone who can provide comfort easily, or show much affection. She tends to make those around her feel like they’re bothering her, and often enough, it’s not an incorrect feeling. She has a long way to learn in the balance of most relationships, and how to be a contributing part of them.

Grace, despite her words and best wishes, has an extremely strong moral compass. Between this and her preference to keep to herself and out of drama, this appears in a somewhat odd way- she feels no need to actively seek out doing good, or use her powers the way heroes do, but, if placed in front of a situation asking for her help, she won’t be able to walk away. She’s the type of person to follow her friends’ absolutely terrible ideas, complaining the entire way, because she’s unable to allow them to do it alone. She doesn’t really approve of the 5, as their collateral damage, to her, is more trouble than it’s worth. Still, she believes in good, and believes in humanity’s good as a whole.

Grace doesn’t do many group activities, but one she’s stuck with for a long time now is soccer. She’s on a small local team, and it’s one of the few things that allow her to feel at peace. She’s always been on the sportier side, one of her few distinctive traits. Grace is a morning person, and gets up early every single day to go on a run.

Virtues: Organized, straightforward, analytical, moral, independent
Vices: Unfriendly, abrasive, cold, cynical, obstinate


Origin Story: There’s no such thing as a quiet life in Emerdol. The noise and eventfulness of a massive, sprawling city aside, the emergence of superpowers- and more importantly, superheroes- meant ordinary was out of the picture for anyone. Still, relative to most, Grace’s life has been quiet. She was a quiet child, antisocial, struggled making friends, was hardly the smartest kid, either. For the most part, she tried to stay out of everyone’s way. Grace’s school life was, well, quiet, with her being the loner in the back of class, the only activity she ever did being joining the school soccer team, but even there, no friends really stuck. Grace didn’t mind. She liked being alone, anyway.

Grace’s older sister, Clare, was always the child her parents had wanted. Friendly, a pretty smile, and most importantly top of her class. They didn’t get along, or rather, Grace didn’t let her try. She spent many days sulking at a dinner table while her parents told her to be more like her sister, on one hand wishing she could be, on the other wanting to do nothing to try, just wanting to be left alone. When she got old enough, Clare left to some fancy college, and Grace hasn’t seen her since. Grace stayed in Emerdol all her life. If asked, she’d say she didn’t like the city. Yet, something pulled her to it, never allowing her to leave.

Grace landed an ordinary, boring job as an accountant. She spoke to her parents less and less, never matching their expectations. Clare got married. Grace didn’t go, and when her parents asked about when she’d hurry up and get a husband, she realized she never would. She got her own place, though, and even made two friends, ones who seemed to like her and who she’d go to any lengths for- she wasn’t to used to friends, and found she rather liked the experience. Sure, there was the occasional superhero bother, but somehow, Grace got lucky enough that the most that happened directly to her was the occasional being late to work from superheroes blocking the road.

So, quiet. Grace’s life managed to be quiet.

Except for where it wasn’t. Grace was 10 years old when she first started making shapes appear in the air around her. It was just shapes, at first, blobs of color that weren’t really there. She knew what it meant, though she really didn’t want to, and if she focused, she could make them go away. With time, it became more. She’d make items appear, an apple sitting on the table that she could put her hand through, and then left. Illusions.

It terrified her. Grace’s control on her powers was limited at best, and the last thing she needed was constantly doubting whether the item she grabbed was secretly something else in disguise, losing her keys because they were on her desk looking like a pen, any variety of problems. Besides, Grace had seen, heard of heroes. In the public eye, fighting evil, getting in trouble. She wanted none of it. For the most part, she’d been successful in keeping her power strictly private, not being found out for it, and firmly pretending nothing like that could ever happen to her.

Reputation: Being a civilian with powers kept strictly secret, Grace has next to know reputation in Emerdol. Further, being quiet and keeping to herself, she has next to no reputation even among those that have encountered her, leaving very little impression on most. Those who spend enough time with her to recognize her mostly know her as quiet and unfriendly, save for the very few she’s let into her life.

Powers: Grace has the power to manifest illusions. She can make items appear to be there when they aren’t, or items look different than they actually are. These illusions are only visual, and touching them would reveal them to be false, although she has made an auditory one on two occasions, and her power is only getting stronger. Grace has a very poor grasp on her power, many of these manifesting accidentally, however, they have all been quite small in size, and she is sufficiently able to stop them once they appear that she has gone uncaught.

 

[qunqun]

J. Auguste Cortes

#Wolf-Shifter

#Civillian

#Timothy Hughes

♡coded by uxie♡

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  J. Auguste Cortes Martin

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Auguste, Auggie, Nightmare

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  The heat of rebellions runs through Auguste's veins. It's his lifeblood and it thums gently underneath his softspoken appearance. One of many distinct and disgusting laws within his mother's tyranny and his time as a underling was that he had to buzz his head. Because of this, now in the present day, Auguste has grown his hair out to his shoulders. There is a massive white patch in the black abyss - whether it's a hereditary feature or out of shock he isn't quite sure. Vague, foggy memories of his father point to the former being true, but he wouldn't say that he has the most reliable of minds. Sometimes though, practicality must outweigh style and the cumbersome burden of hair falling into his eyes means that for a good portion of the time, he has his hair pulled back in a messy bun or a top knot. Especially when he's trying to perform.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  The resemblance to his father, for the most part, is uncanny. Between the three, he was definitely his father's son. However, he was unfortunately given his mother's eyes. Piercing and terrifying, they have this kind of stare to them which is extremely unsettling when he needs them to be. But that practice has long since been retired. Nowadays, they hold a tired weariness to them for the most part. Dark circles from late nights of insomnia and night terrors round them out, making them appear more sunken in than they should be. Though, it should be noted that on the rare occasions that Auguste gives a smile, it's first noticeable in his eyes before his mouth actually begins to move.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  The wire of a rabid, starving wolf is perhaps more terrifying than a bodybuilder. There was a quiet desperation attached to Auguste's frame - built of just muscle and bone, he hasn't been able to develop much fat from the life he's led. While on most, this might seem to be the pinnacle of body goals, on him it appears more like he's starving and malnourished. His massive frame eating itself alive just to keep itself moving. Ever since his living conditions have become more stable, though, he's put on more and more muscle until finally he had the hulking form of a real life giant come to life... though he inevitably looked more human once he completely filled his formerly hollow and gaunt frame.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  It used to be heavy black with chains and tears and holes and dirt streaked all over and black combat boots with lead toes to snap bones and generally just make himself an unpleasant figure to fight. Upon closer inspection, though, it became obvious that the clothes were just a little bit too small. The sleeves didn't quite fit. Signs of his impoverished and sorry state littered the entire outfit despite the terrifying state of it at first. Nowadays, Auguste has calmed himself down from the chains and the black and the grunge of his underling days. He wears a lot of soft forest colors, usually long sleeves and multiple layers, comfortable, and also nice and snug. A lot of blue, a lot of green, and a lot of brown. Black also finds its way in, but it's a lot less oppressive than it used to be. He's kept the combat boots, though.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  While not really the type for extra decoration or needles coming anywhere close to his head, he has gotten two separate tattoos. They are both of an extremely personal nature to him, so he quietly does not advertise that they exist. Given the funds, he would elect to remove one of them as he got it in a different time of his life and was coerced into the entire deal to begin with.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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    They say that people often become the person which they needed in a dark time, and that is no different for Auguste. Auguste needed a gentle hand and a nonjudgmental ear to talk to, so he became that when he became more stable. A gentleness marks his movements, animals tend to flock to him like they can smell the softness on him. And though he doesn't outwardly advertise this part of his personality, it is always there. Ready to be a shoulder to cry on and a foundation to help people rest and recover from the storms around them.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    Cleverness marks Auguste's abilities and his ability to create and forge things from nothing is one of his biggest boons. Resourceful and out-of-the-box, he often comes up with solutions to problems marked with creativity, and is often labelled a prodigy in the arts with an immense amount of talent in both music and dance.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    Auguste has weathered many storms and still come out the otherside mostly in tact. He struggles with his mental health, as one would when put into the intensely traumatic experience he's had, but Auguste always manages to land on his feet and keep fighting. No matter how stacked the deck may seem, he weathers it out with a stoic calm. And sometimes, even, actively rebelling and making things more difficult for the people that try to force him down.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    The massive stature and intimidation to Auguste's appearance is easily undercut when he opens his mouth to speak, as he's often very soft and mild in his tone, never really one to raise his voice above a pleasant conversational volume except for the most dire of circumstances.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Seeing the darkness that the world has to offer has made Auguste particularly sensitive to people around him. Betrayal runs deep within him, and as such he has a rather paranoid view on the people around him. Internalized fear of his own mind has caused him to develop a deep fear of his reactions to people, in turn causing a deep anxiety in him where he both fears people, fears for people, and fears his actions.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    His ability to keep fighting and keep moving even when injured gravelly has led to a deep stubborn streak within him which is very hard to dig out of. Especially when it comes to his mindset involving his traumas or the attempt to keep him away from something that he wants. This, added with a rebellious streak, makes it very hard to reason with him when he's in his tunnel vision of needing to get one specific thing.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    Skeletons in the closet are always present in people's lives, and Auguste has many skeletons in his closet that he wishes to keep to himself. This has led him to become extremely cagey when it comes to information about himself - he's gotten very good at giving little bits of information without actually saying much about himself. Every little bit of backstory is carefully crafted so that it doesn't lead to any other questions or anywhere close to the massive elephant in the room of whenever he talks about his past.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    Pain is inevitable, it's how you react to pain which is the real showing of your personality. Auguste has taught himself to not react, to simply weather out the storm. However, he still has his instincts deep down inside of him to lash out with extreme violence and aggression whenever he feels cornered and threatened. This part of him terrifies the giant, and he's since tried to do everything he can to repress it... not knowing that in reality it's only feeding the beast further.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Auguste, despite his more dour appearance, tends to be interested in things that are of a quieter nature and smaller in the grand scheme of things. A deep appreciation for nature and the small things in life has led to a fondness for stray animals and plants and flowers. As well as soft blankets and nice clothes. Jasmine and soft fragrances of freshly made bread. However, on the other side of that, Auguste is also deeply appreciative of the arts - finding his passions deep within dance and music, and enjoys a great many types of music. This includes everything from rap to folk to heavy metal punk - and he also has a certain fondness of loopholes and rebellion. He likes a good underdog, and he likes protest and activism. Auguste also, despite his outward bellyaching about the entire deal, actually really enjoys attending gigs and concerts and even doesn't mind the odd social event every now and then... Though he'd never ever admit to enjoying it when people challenge him to step out of his comfort zone.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Auguste has a general distaste for obnoxious loudness. He also has general disliking towards people that are pushovers and are outwardly too kind. It makes him intensely wary that they are trying to get something out of him when this occurs. He also has an intense distaste for family and holds a great deal of self-loathing. He also has an extreme hatred for any type of abuser and any kind of guilt trip which makes him a very difficult person to deal with. Outside of this, he also generally is wary around things which are small or things that are easily breakable and the act of violence. He tends to have a distaste for braggarts, government, and police. Holdovers from his time as an underling. Ironically enough, he has a fear of heights despite generally being labelled a "big lad" himself.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Playing guitar and composing are chief among his hobbies, but Auguste generally amuses himself with other quieter hobbies that are low in stress and help him relax from anxiety fuelled tailspins. Such as knitting, or birdwatching. He also likes feeding the local stray cats and reading poetry with some nice hot tea. When he's feeling active, he often goes on long hikes in the woods or goes downtown to window shop. He also goes to the gym quite a bit and very rarely will do boxing practice with the sandbags.

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Content warning: suicide
    
    Auguste was born a prodigy in the arts. Groomed for success at a young age, his father was a Bolshoi dancer - one of the few Spanish that have managed to make it big in Russia. His mother was a nurse who worked the night shift. He was taught how to sing and dance before he could talk and walk. Put into every single extra curricular at a young age and ran with what stuck. Auguste was taught at a very young age that if he was going to do something, he better put his entire heart into the deal - and to love the entire process of creation rather than just the end results.
    
    He quickly grew a life long passion for music and for dance - definitely being his father's son. But with his father's contacts in the performing arts world, it seemed that he was just being groomed for success. And the hardwork that he put in eventually paid off. Auguste swept the first competition year that he participated in, winning first place across the board in a landslide. Heads were turned and he had the groundwork laid for a highly successful professional year before he hit the age of 10.
    
    This came crashing down quickly because the day after he finished the competing, he was sent to fetch his father from the study for dinner...
    
    He opened the door.
    
    Auguste's father was hanging from the rafters. Dead.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Helene Martin & Niccolas Cortes

    
    
    
    

    Helene gave up everything to be with Niccolas. And he tried his best to provide for her and their fledgling family. But before Auguste was born, he suffered a knee blowout and was told that he would never walk without aid again, much less dance. He was stripped of his profession and his passion and they were forced to move back to Madrid where he became a teacher while trying to rehabilitate his knee.
    
    Being stripped from dancing led to a deep depressive spiral that Niccolas never quite escaped from, and when he took his life, Helene's mind snapped pretty quickly afterwards.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Content Warning: Parental Abuse, Bullying, Torture
    
    Auguste's mom was never the same. Something inside her snapped when she saw the body. And she was forced to stare at a reminder of her lost love. So, she started taking the pain out on her son. Shaving his head, moving him far away from anything he knew as they went to Paris. On good days, she'd forget that he existed so consumed with her grief that she'd forget that he was there. On bad days, she'd scream and sob and throw things and hit him.
    
    Auguste was traumatized from finding his father's corpse. And he learned that anything reminding his mother of their old life would make the pain so much worse. So he began repressing things inside of him. He was also intensely bullied as a kid, shaved head and bad French led to kids being particularly cruel. To help himself survive he became almost completely unresponsive to people trying to hurt him. Eventually, one of his bullies became his best friend: Charlie.
    
    Charlie was... amazing. His best friend. Old money and gave him a safe haven from the pain surrounding him. And then he made a really stupid decision: he kissed Charlie.
    
    His friend wasn't very receptive to Auguste's feelings, to say the least. And Auguste ran away from his only friend. He was then found and promised a better life in the hands of a villain who made a habit out of exploiting kids like Auguste who had gifts and powers, and were falling on extremely hard times.
    
    He was dragged to a warehouse where he was tortured and manipulated until what came out on the other side was... so much worse than what had gone in. See, Auguste became full of murderous rage towards everything around him, and released that on whatever he was pointed to. He became the lieutenant. A massive super-weapon. It made the pain that he was in stop for just a second and he was praised for every success... never mind the continual torture that would occur when he failed.
    
    The burden of the things he'd done weighed on him, and eventually it all came to a head when he was pitted against one of the five. They fought bitterly, and when Auguste was about to do the finishing blow, he made the mistake of making eye contact with the hero. Connected with them on a personal level... and stayed his hand. Long enough for someone to knock him off his feet and take him away.
    
    The villain was finally caught without his lieutenant to take all the fight for him. And when they were all sent to interrogation, Auguste was quickly forced into deprogramming, given forced therapy visits twice a week, and released into the world with nothing but the clothes on his back.
    
    The first thing he did? He grew his hair out and grew a beard.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Charlie Chapeliere

    
    
    
    

    Charlie found Auguste to be incredibly pretty as a kid, but he was raised extremely Catholic. When Auguste took the dive, it scared him and he pushed Auguste away. It wasn't until he figured out that being gay was okay through Auguste that he was able to reconcile this about himself. And he managed to find Auguste just in time to try to save him from himself through guilt trips and begging to hang out with him. They became best friends again, and they Skype now every week.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Auguste was free from his burdens. And so he decided to do the thing that any reasonable super powered person with a mild vendetta against villains would do and retire completely from the superhero vs supervillain fight and go into school to become a music teacher instead. He got a double major - music education and dance. But while he was in school, he fell in love with performance. So, instead of going on to get his masters, he started doing gigs on street corners and coffee shops and bars singing songs.
    
    He teaches kids ballet now, tutors in guitar playing, and does gigs when he can. It's a quiet life, but it's a good life. And one that he's happy to carve out for himself away from the pain of his past where he feels like he can tentatively be himself.
    
    He tries to remain far far away from any supers and is currently considering what living out in the woods by himself with a couple of dogs would be like as a lifestyle if he could afford to move out there.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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  - This close to becoming a Disney princess
  - Would make a fantastic stripper
  - Finger picks his guitar
  - Speaks 3 languages fluently: Spanish, French, and English... Can get by in German
  - Owns a cat he picked up off the side of the road as a kitten because it looked at him with sad eyes
  - Scared of heights and stepping on people under 5'0
  - Can throw a fully grown man like a baseball
  - Insults people to show affection
  - Wears hair ties most of the time on his wrist
  - Gets an average of 4 hours of sleep a night
  - Tired of all this superhero shit, no he doesn't want to be a part of it anymore thanks for offering
  - Gives people scarves he's knitted

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Auguste was cursed with a beast inside of him. A wolf that grants him strength and speed and endurance, alongside the ability to bounce back from injuries that would kill normal humans with a shrug and a grin. He can also transform into the wolf. The wolf itself is a reflection of his inner being and as such is actually a lot less of a threat than initially appearing - driven by pure instinct, but calling upon the wolf's strength as a human makes him susceptible to going into frenzies of destruction rather than anything actually productive. It also takes a lot of energy out of him to call upon the strength and it's much easier to outlast Auguste than it is to outfight him.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Ask anyone about five to ten years ago, and they'd tell you that Pan and his wolf are some of the most terrifying forces in existence. The dreaded Wolf who had only let one of his victims escape because Pan willed them to spread word about the living weapon that he was sitting on. Tore through anybody that tried to stop Pan from getting his way with brutal efficiency. Truly dark days indeed. And then the big confrontation happened, where the wolf was finally put in his place - not by one of the five, but by one of the five's helpers... though the media would like it known that it was definitely the big hero that won the battle and not an opportunistic surprise attack from a nobody.
  
  And so Pan's reign of terror ended. And Auguste faded back into obscurity. Every now and then, someone mentions him. But nobody really followed up on what was happening with his life after the fact... and he likes it that way.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

♡design by natasha., coded by uxie♡

 

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FUNAI REN

# INCOMPETENT UNDERLING

# 90'S ATSUSHI SAKURAI

♡coded by uxie♡

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REN.

Underling

Full name

Funai Ren

Nicknames

Ren, Nai, Fufu

Gender

He/Him

age

Twenty-five

D.O.B

29th October

Orientation

Evil bi

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  I CAN'T MANSPLAIN MANIPULATE MANWHORE MY WAY OUT OF THIS.

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  height

  
  

  5'10"
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  175lbs (79kg)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Long, dark and a garnish of androgyny; straight pecan hair cascades over shoulders to fringe against ribs. Those that find an appeal in trying to touch the curtain can be met with a slap on the hand and curt warning of, paws off.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Only rich cocoa in direct sun, irises don a shade of Cimmerian ink. Almost impenetrable by light, there is a quality of opia to his stare: invasive and impassive. They emulate that which glitters in his grasp, but the lack of any complex thought behind those lashes is a short-lived secret.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Consequences of childhood delight and trying to pat something he shouldn’t: Grandmother's nasty Bichon Frise located an ankle and delivered the blow. Aside from general scrapes and bruises, it’s impressive he’s not plagued in further damage.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Tattoos and piercings are avoided for their usage of needles. After a few martinis he has a habit of asking for earrings, though as of yet, people have been wise not to fulfil his intoxicated requests.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Ren’s natural expression radiates short-tempered disinterest and keeps most strangers from realising he’s a fucking idiot.
  
  Androgynous attributes often provoke whispers of tall woman or feminine man? This is quickly confirmed by the blunt approach of flashing his chest at them.
  
  Mere mention of valuables or food contorts grumpy features into an avid listener. Breakfast? Lunch? Swarovski crystals? He's interested, and suddenly in a very friendly mood.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  90's Atsushi Sakurai
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Greedy, brash, dishonest, demanding, victimizing, rowdy, avoidant, noncommittal, melodramatic, bold, determined, excitable, materialistic, foodie, plucky and independent.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Ugly intentions dressed in pretty hues and spun in a tango of take, take, take. He lives in a love language borne of deception and magpie fascination, searing the flesh of hands and burning salty blemish into tongue, greed with no satiation.
  
  But desire is a slow strain of decay. Wants sharing the same mantelpiece as needs, belonging together like cast rings of old lovers. Nothing distinguishes the two when of poor origin. Anything wanted was a need, and as such, indulgence was ill-fated sin. Lowered into a half-animal state, gross rapacity spools from fingers in fulfilment of materialistic appetite. His hunger has always been a taking, eating for the abyss of absence. Dormant in the regolith of bones like cold kerosene waiting for flintlock ignition, Ren is still to find out how to stave this gluttony.
  
  For compensation he’ll be anything for anyone. Mild fisted demure or a foul-mouthed tempest; profit is his father, and Ren is loyal in honouring him daily.
  
  Unlike the translation of his name, water lily, he is created not of lotus petal flesh but something rough-hewn and carnivorous. A nervous dog turned rabid with a nettle-lined heart, fury proves to be self-imposed medication for hurt. Anger feeds a sense of power, gathering mass and speed until cessation is an impossible medium. Compulsion to sabotage, to be destructive and feed the cherry maw of Ares, anything unwilling to be felt is repressed into topsoil and woven into ire.
  
  Pulled by an undercurrent of risk, speech and action are all too easy in lapsing into disaster. Impulsive, he’ll take what is given and take what he can steal. Red-flag arrows bitten between teeth, its usage to ward off predators or bait in prey are uncertain— even to himself.
  
  Ren claims indifference to feelings of sentimentality, but there’ll be no denying his blood runs the same shade as Pygmalion.
  
  Family blueprint leaks salience, unfinished anatomy splitting and shedding membrane cocoon. Ren has all but resigned himself to tradition: mothers trust issues and fathers fear of commitment that seep to bitter marrow depths. Intimacy is frightening, sentimentality is a weakness, and affection is an iron shackle shaped for the thick of the throat; an attractive leash with only so much to give before it chokes. Plagued by fear of being owned, by god, career, partner or place, by anyone or anything but himself, Ren has only ever wanted to bite down hard on anything offered to his hothouse mouth. No hand, not even those that feed him, are safe from his wilderness.
  
  Hegemony never bode well for those that value freedom, a burn that Icarus and his crude waxen wings would find familiar. At the first drip of hot wax down his arm, a warning of sun-hot skin and domesticity, Ren finds an excuse to flee. Morals questionable, loyalty nonexistent, any offer of help as a direct translation of suspicion.
  
  There is charm to his antics, gestures and nicknames that err on affection. Sauternais sweetness uncharacteristic for a man of his own self-interest. Playfulness uproots what is fact and fiction, shared tupperware of nefarious cooking and subtle inches closer in testament to his unspoken gravitation for company. Strays can take a liking to people, whether driven for shelter, comfort or desire, he cannot always resist wicked serendipity.
  
  An insecure narcissist who cares not for politesse daggers, who collects blood in palm by biting small moons from nervous fingernails, it’s a paradox of needing unconditional loyalty yet unequivocal freedom that becomes his fatal, cowardly garotte.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Fixation on nails when nervous. Digging into palm, tapping, picking or chewing at the skin around them, etc.
  
  Fidgeting with jewellery, clothing and hair.
  
  Holding silverware like a weapon. Mildly threatening for no reason.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Drowning, suffocation, horror films, clowns, happy people, ghosts, demons, dead things, unlucky numbers, mimes, dying, needles, black magic, anything relatively creepy.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Money, hot chocolate, bubble-baths, animals, sunlight, phone-charms, milk-pudding, jewellery, naps, martinis, markets, heights, cooking shows, food, compliments, wildflowers, homemade bouquets.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Crowds, horror films, blue, liars, apologising, cold weather, rain, books, cleaning, deep water, Halloween, commitment, complicated words, rich people and blondes.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Created down at the heel, deprivation raised him.
  
  Rat-nest hair and barefooted, wounds of poverty leave a muggy smear of need. Household artwork are stains and holes embellished in walls; crooked peeling of wallpaper akin to crêpe skin. When monsters in the dark are black mould sticking soft, breathing wet to corners of the room, music the tendering of men’s shoes— devilled hooves, sneaking across floorboards splashed in dawn light, one learns not to value art in the world.
  
  Narrow-eyed and headstrong, hacking asthma spattered with slush, lips slicked fire and ice, poverty speaks of misery. Nibbling like a flea, rice mashed in watered down tuna cajoled into fighting mouth by determined hand.
  
  A mother like a film star beauty, rouge lipped and stashing prison letters in the bottom of her makeup case; Ren’s father spoke from behind a partition of manganese steel bars, written words she’d pore over like an expanse of pale gold after downing her butter-yellow highballs. Cold-eyed Scheherazade with nothing tender for her part-time boyfriends: ingredients, devourable.
  
  Picking hair from meat dropped on the living room floor, cutting mould from stale bread, survival and small delights felt only in shame. Longing for vinegary mint dousing Easter lamb, spiced rice and grapefruit ice instead of bone froth and animal remains. He takes crumpled bills and smooths them into tidy stacks, cleansing them of history in preparation for a future. Goose-down bed, propped on a pillow with Sencha tea and an ivory bowl of apricot fruit. Owner of a chateau, dreams can become cancerous in their vividness. Invading every inch in an ache of conquest, little conqueror fascinated by jewellery noosed to the bend of swan necks, hands prying at anything that gleamed.
  
  A school of forty names, what do you want to be when you’re older?
  
  Rich.
  
  Zealous, Ren would burn himself fleshless and skeletal to keep coals alight. Brought to his knees for what he wants, boasting accolades of bruised knuckles and split lips so long as victory comes morning like new sacrament. Driven to fever-point madness, unwavering determination is ingrained in his very being.
  
  Painfully rich.
  
  He’d been nothing from the beginning, and even now as he catches ink pupils in decanter glass and polished diamond, there’s doubt if rusted iron can ever be minted in gold.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  If amicable enough not to snatch your jewels and scramble for the closest exit, Ren is up to par with a qualified gemologist. Identifying and grading gems, their origin and value from colour, clarity and cut, passion even surpasses industry credentials; cracking safes, smuggling precious stones and curving deft fingers into pockets is a testament to his capabilities.
  
  Wave a penny in his direction and he’ll appear. Compensation is all that’s needed for his services, whatever those might include.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Largely unknown by anyone of importance, this does nothing to stifle Ren’s ego when it comes to introductions. Impressions are long lasting, and with trouble as his loyal companion, usually not borne from good situations.
  
  A petty thief spiralling far out of his league, Ren is the sidekick who touches the DO NOT PRESS buttons, pulls the wrong lever, and lazes out in the CEO’s chair when they’re not around. He seeps with incompetence in most areas of life, but there’s no hesitance for opportunity. An underling who’s a tad too power-hungry to relax around, loyalties change on self-preservation whims. Double crossing for extra coin, there's no honourable camaraderie between fellow crooks.
  
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  Legal jobs slip through his fingers like sand. A résumé of lies, gravestones, and zero references indicating a struggle with mannerly behaviour. When you start trying to pin your boss in a corner for promotions or dental insurance, it's not often taken kindly.
  
  Outside of petty crime, he's sometimes a pet-sitter.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ➢ His power move is calling someone a coward while running away from them.
  
  ➢ Brought up in a cold house, asthma flare-ups aren't uncommon during winter.
  
  ➢ Accuse him of anything and he’ll say you’re gaslighting him. As of yet, this tactic hasn't proved useful against police.
  
  ➢ A poor liar, so he settles for giving half-truths.
  
  ➢ Part-time Vegetarian. Eats meat when nobody is around to catch him.
  
  ➢ Good with kids once he gets over the “why is it staring at me” stage.
  
  ➢ Acts powerful, gets uncomfortable with maintained eye contact.
  
  ➢ Once bleached his hair blonde to get someone to like him. It didn’t work.
  
  ➢ Now hates blondes.
  
  ➢ “Would you like me if I was a bee” but genuinely offended if the answer is no.
  
  ➢ Has two brain cells. They are allergic to each other.
  
  ➢ Will do almost anything for the right price. Or any price, really. Standards are low.
  
  ➢ Nervous of the number four. It’s the death number.
  
  ➢ Owns a ridiculous amount of tacky phone-charms. Fluffy pom-poms, plastic ornaments and tiny bells. Fishing out his phone with the attached bundle of trinkets is comical to most.
  
  ➢ When dissecting a worm in biology class he cried so hard he threw up.
  
  ➢ Can’t cook, but enjoys trying to create meals. Watches a lot of culinary shows which (unfortunately) inspire him.
  
  ➢ Putting a hand on the back of someone’s neck is an efficient way to get their attention.
  
  ➢ Horrible at spelling, has equally terrible handwriting.
  
  ➢ “Everyone shut the fuck up my mom is calling.”
  
  ➢ Will pause horrible criminal deeds just to answer his phone with the most deceitful, “hi mommy” known to mankind.
  
  ➢ Archives fancy words from people's vocabulary to use. Usually incorrectly, but at least it shows he listens.
  
  ➢ Watches horror films with a strategic hand over his eyes.
  
  ➢ Can cry on command, uses this to make people look bad. Poorly executed.
  
  ➢ Likes glitter pens. Sparkly.
  
  ➢ Made his own business cards. He is very proud of them.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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[blue-jay]

A.A.H.

amie

underling.

awake, dear heart, awake. thou hast slept well. awake.

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  amethyst "amie" aliyah hill

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ciswoman (she/her)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  pansexual

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  february 19th

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  former theatre actress

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Amie is both incredibly genuine and incredibly deceitful. She wears her heart on her sleeve, but she has many different hearts and many different sleeves and often finds herself wearing whichever ones will prove advantageous or make things interesting. To others, she appears to be a volcano of artless passions, unafraid to cry when offended or pout when ignored. She is very sentimental, shamelessly discussing emotional matters in depth and quoting saccharine excerpts from poems and plays when she sees reason to. People may find her maudlin or emotionally incontinent. For the most part, it isn't just an act; it's true that when she feels, she feels intensely. Yet, she is also capable of convincing herself that she is a different person or in different circumstances and inducing emotions (or even thoughts) in herself that weren't there a minute ago. She doesn't just deceive others; she deceives herself with lies and half-truths so artful and yet so artless that they may as well be the truth. She truly has the spirit of an actress.
  
  Amie tells the world and herself many lies and half-truths, both in her line of work and in her daily life. She convinces others that she has good intentions. That she is the picture of innocence. That she is jejune. Kind. That she likes that person when maybe she actually doesn't. That she loves to eat at that place when she didn't actually like it that much. One reason is that she is a people pleaser and loves making friends by any means necessary. The bigger reason: Amie sees her perpetual state of deception (or "fakeness" as some would call it) as a form of art: constantly playing and embodying a role or exploring an alternate version of herself. She doesn't even see it as deception. Her most consistent role is that of a naive, friendly, and sensitive girl. Is it closest to her true nature? She certainly thinks so. A few things that are for sure, though: Amie is highly motivated and practically spilling over with passion. She'll accomplish her goals even if it kills her or, worse, fragments her completely: if anything, the possibility excites her.
  
  Generally speaking, Amie is pleasant to be around if you can handle how emotional she can be. She's bright, artistic, and pretty benign. She loves long conversations. When it will provide no advantage or when she's talking to someone she's close to, she foregoes any deception and will be relaxed and affectionate. She is a lover of story-telling in most forms. Another thing about Amie: she is an obsessive romantic. Seeing too many plays, watching too many movies, and reading too much poetry have made her in love with love. She eats up all the sugary cliches and meet-cutes in media and is always wishing for them to happen to her. And when they do... she'll be ready.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  adept at deception and impersonation, quick learner, charming, dancer's athleticism, abilities provide reach, versatility, and high power potential

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  a big crybaby, too affected by how others treat her, a bit deluded, not very physically strong, power has higher skill ceiling

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Amethyst Aliyah Hill was born to two loving parents in Emerdol. She was a regular kid. Too regular. Her parents were both overachieving trust fund children who went on to work six-figure jobs. They wanted the same for Amie, but she just wasn't measuring up in her early years like they wished. Thus, they tried a few things to turn up the pressure and stimulate progress. After all, pressure makes diamonds, right?
  
  Or it just breaks things. Amie buckled under the pressure, and the punishments for her failures only got more severe. Nights gone without dinner, beatings, admonishments that degraded her, and more. People say this sort of thing makes you tough, but it only made Amie fragile. If someone at school raised their voice at her or even teased her a little, she'd burst into tears because it reminded her too much of her parents. This earned her a reputation as a crybaby. She had so many confusing and conflicting emotions and no idea what to do with them. Until one fateful day.
  
  Amie was thirteen. A theatre in Emerdol was putting on a production of Shakespeare's The Tempest and her parents took her since they prided themselves on trying to raise a cultured child. Once the play started, something clicked in Amie's mind. She was completely spellbound, unable to take any of her attention away from the stage. When the curtain closed, Amie was in tears, but not the sad, salty tears of her life before: sweet, magnificent tears. Amie had found her calling. She wanted to be Miranda. She wanted to be an actress. The next day, her powers emerged: she could manipulate the weather. It seemed like fate.
  
  Getting into theatre and acting changed Amie's life. She became exceptional in the way her parents had desired all along. By fourteen, she was getting lead roles in local productions. She was a shoo-in for Miranda in any regional production of The Tempest, since not only could she play Miranda exceptionally well, but she could also create stage effects with her powers: a valuable member of cast and crew. This skill earned her many other roles as well and was her primary use for her power. She picked up singing and dancing to increase her versatility as a performer and was quite good at them. By the time college rolled around, she had a plethora of accolades and awards in acting and performance, most impressively a first-place trophy in a national Shakspearean monologue competition.
  
  Amie went off to college, majoring in theatre performance, and was doing well with both her schoolwork and maintaining a career as a star in the Emerdol theatre world. She was even getting letters from theatre companies outside of Emerdol. However, in the midst of her career, Amie suddenly turned to villainy. Since she had quite a social media presence and was very public about her decision to start down the path of an underling (and eventually a villain), there was some confusion from her followers about her intentions. The truth? Amie fell in love. And for love... she'd play any role. Even the bad guy.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Amie (or "Prospera") has more of a reputation than most underlings since she was a local celebrity before and always gives her villainous deeds theatrical flare through her voice, body language, and flashy powers. Even her alias, a play on the name of the sorcerer from The Tempest (her favorite play), is heavily stylized. She is known mostly as a powerful, promising underling who has a knack for creating spectacles. Although her weather powers can cause much destruction, she doesn't exactly have a reputation for being malicious. In fact, citizens are often confused about how... not malicious she can seem. She has her personal reasons for becoming a villain, but she deeply enjoys the cool costume and just getting to have fun with her powers while she's here.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Atmokinesis or Weather Manipulation: Amie can sense, create, shape and manipulate weather, i.e. the meteorological patterns, creating rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog, and temperature changes. This includes the ability to generate various natural phenomena or control the intensity of the weather in highly concentrated areas (the inside a building) or more extended areas (over a city). This includes some level of competence within the following sub-powers. I've ranked them based on her comfort with them from highest to lowest:
  - Electricity Manipulation - lightning in all variations.
  - Water Manipulation - rain, snow, fog, etc.
  - Air Manipulation - for wind and related effects.
  - Thermal Manipulation - make it cold or hot.
  
  
  (Most of this was pulled from Superpower Wiki.)
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  - cries at most movies, even movies that aren't particularly sad
  - her favorite play is the tempest
  - loves birds and would love to have a pet bird
  - gets serotonin from having a lot of contacts in her phone or a lot of social media mutuals
  - her favorite color is gold
  - heavily sweetens her coffee and tea
  - gamed heavily as a child and preteen, but stopped in high school
  - (follow-up) would cry when people yelled at her over voice chat
  - her favorite celebrity is natalie portman
  - knows a strange amount about the lore of the john wick movies
  - a black belt in judo. she picked it up for stage combat and possibly movie roles
  - wears contacts because final destination 5 gave her a fear of lasik surgery
  - was a big fifth harmony fan and cried when they disbanded
  - could quote most famous Shakespearean monologues
  - gets very upset when people litter
  - is really good at jigsaw puzzles but finds them boring
  - pretty much all of her emotions can cause tears
  - has the voice of an angel, although she still prefers non-musical theatre
  - recipes that don't exactify every detail stress her out
  - gets a serotonin boost from successfully making people smile
  - loves moon pies. could eat ten in one day
  - suggests party games at all social events, but fun party games like clue or trivia
  - speaking of clue, clue (1985) is her favorite movie
  - very affectionate but also knows and respects people's boundaries
  - favorite word is "sidereal"
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[mother of sorrows]

nightquake

hero gone wrong in the worst way

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[mother of sorrows]

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  ✥ /// ...𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀://𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙄𝘾𝙎.
  
  The subject goes under the name of 𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎-𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐙. He is 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 years old. He is known to be 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 and 𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋.
  
  He has double 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 and 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 citizenship. Hospital records show subject was born 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐅𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 on the 𝟏𝟓𝐭𝐡 of 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓. He is of 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 ethnicity.
  
  He is an 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 and 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍.
  
  
  ✥ /// ...𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀://𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼.
  ✥ /// ...𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙐𝙋𝙏𝙀𝘿. 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝘾𝙊𝙋𝙔.
  
  (Jordi isn't quiet in a way that hates other people - his silence is that of somebody who just never got asked to speak.)
  
  It's easy to forget he's standing there, tired, ignore-me Jordi; brooding, absently smiling Jordi who doesn't talk with any real charm and whose eyes are a little too flat. There are better, more captivating people out there, ones where you grip their hand and feel warmth hold yours back - people that will laugh at your jokes and return your smiles and see you as the reality that you are.
  
  Jordi will do all that well enough; he might be even better at it if everybody was not just a ghost to stare right through.
  
  Perhaps that is why he doesn't see that the real spirit here is him, not everybody else; a thing dead doesn't know it's dead yet.
  
  Like the madwoman in an attic he haunts, like a martyr still walking with tied arms. A man beheaded stumbling through the marshes, a soul still reaching for their lover's hand. He is both the saint dashed against the stone and both the devil doing it. The one suffering and the one punishing, a person that has tried their very best and still failed.
  
  But don't mistake him for wrung-out. No, not for a sad-faced, washed-up, had-his-chance and blew-it one-luck wonder. A ghost that screams and wails hasn't moved on quite yet; it still has some life in it left before it goes. Blazing fire devours his chest, his soul the kindling and his heart the bush to ax down next. He can't do this forever - but luckily for him, he just needs to do it for long enough.
  
  His are a people that believe that impurity sticks. That with murder your hands become unclean and will stay so.
  
  Jordi will look at his hands then, dripping with phantom blood and think;
  
  'Welp. Good thing I have soap.'
  
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  Positive traits: 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.
  
  Negative traits: 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻, 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁-𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗳𝘂𝗹.
  
  Fears: 𝗔 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.
  
  
  ✥ /// ...𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀://𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿.
  ✥ ///...𝙎𝙐𝘽𝙅𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝘾𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀𝘿 [...]
  ✥ ///...𝙐𝙉𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀.
  
  Jordi was eleven then, when they stopped by the desert.
  
  Dust and sand choked their embroidery of flowers, horses, dancing girls with rosy cheeks and red smiles. Their cars would cough and their caravans would gasp for breath in the boiling heat, air dancing in the distance like nymphs in a dream. Jordi's mom always wanted to see the Atacama desert - this was not it, but it was as close as they dared to go.
  
  She sat out on their trailer as everybody stopped - uncles took a smoking break, aunts walked tired legs up and down, kids ran out into where the cacti broke dry earth. The highway filled with imaginary water. Dried again when you squinted at it.
  
  She sits there, in Jordi's mind; a shawl laid over her lap despite the high temperatures, her black hair falling behind her shoulders. Her eyes are set somewhere in the distance, so far in the mountains they got lost while she still sat there. Nobody talked to her yet, but soon everybody will; asking if she needs water, food, meds. She will shake her head everytime and stare out. Out into that great empty.
  
  Jordi sat by her before that happens, right there on the hard, cracking ground. He took her skinny, cold hand in his smaller one - and watch with her as the wind brought up sand.
  
  
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  APPEARANCE

  warderobe: decently trendy, on the colorful side.

  Jordi is not pretty or handsome, or breath-taking, or any other word that makes people's breath stutter. He is not hideous either, no - but about the best thing to be said about him is that he doesn't look like every other soul in the city.
  
  His eyes, people always say - the one feature everybody notices first. The blame falls on his mom. She had no appetite when she was with him and so he was born with hungry eyes, two pits of void that devour light. They're set below dark brows and above a strong nose, never staying still. Flatness, the great flatness of a desert stares from them; empty like it and just as cold.
  
  Until they are not. Until they burn alive and threaten to eat the whole world up.
  
  Like the last standing pillar of a burnt down house
  
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  power

  Veritas omnia vincit.

  All people awake and aware within 5 metres of him lose the ability to lie. Only direct contact works - talking through the telephone or texting will have no effect. Altered states of mind, such as being high, will remain immune.
  
  And the truth will come out - staying quiet does little when the words threaten to crawl up your throat like burning needles. Silence would burn at your feet like fire at the final hours of a witch. Despite best intentions the truth does come out, even if you have to tear open your sown-shut mouth or write it down. A useful power, you might say. Useful, yes, but Jordi can't control it.
  
  Nor can he ever stop it.
  
  A small price to pay, to have the world laid bare where no saint or devil may lie to your face. Jordi would claim that it's a curse in the skin of a blessing - empires have burned from the spark of a lie, and Jordi never really asked to be there when they do.
  

  weaknesses

  #genre maybe

  #pairing?

  #keep going there's a scroll

  Shaky weight . Jordi's power is consuming - and it does not stop. The energy to have a constant, mental outreach needs to come from somewhere, and unfortunately for Jordi, he wasn't gifted with the ability to steal it from others by a mere touch. It eats away at his body and mind like a domestic parasite, demanding strength that seems to always come up short. The consequences are bitter - confusion, loss of memory. Weakness. Lack of energy demands carbohydrates, demands vitamins and sleep - and when it doesn't get that.
  
  Being caught at the wrong time can cause a disaster worse than he'll ever admit to.
  
  Lack of social skills . He is no fool asking you about your beloved mom's funeral, nor a creep always edging on where people's boundaries start - but with people he has to rely on his power, or not at all. Even if he does find the perfect thing to say, Jordi is charmless enough to ruin even that.
  
  

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  #pairing?

  #keep going there's a scroll

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the lone

fixer

devil

two feet

coded by reveriee.

 

[demonology]

hell’s angel

reformed underling turned superhero?

♡coded by uxie♡

HELL'S ANGEL HAS RISEN . . .

[ character sheet ]​

SYNOPSIS —
The saying revolts, a planetary retribution of her skull: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Sure, Lottie will bite. A smirk and a pin-prick off the edge of a knife. Except, she wasn't scorned. They were burned, bathed in that same hellfire people spout bullshit about. Fine, Lottie will bite. She'll rip, tear, and snarl, but she won't stop. He is gone, but Mr. lounges around every corner. Maybe not all villains are bad, but it's the average joes who should be locked away that never do. They're left in favor of more exciting fish. Lottie doesn't care about excitement; she wants results.

She is scorned, knowingly so, yet it moves her. Who are they without the bloodbath? A primary addiction. Drugs don't compare, and anyone who pretends to understand Lottie based off Hell's Angel knows this. They remember her origins, the obsession, and the final kill. The heyday. Now, Angel rests on every stoop, blinking red from a nearby billboard, and invading your homes. Projected everywhere, she's unavoidable. Yet, even Lottie can admit, her power is diminished.

Who is she, if not a pawn in someone else's game?

When will they get to be Queen?

 

[artemis.]

click!

isa.

civilian

full name

itsara kanakorn.

nicknames

isa.

alias

viper.

age

twenty-six.

d.o.b.

october 24th.

gender

female (she/her).

sexuality

sapphic-leaning bi.

occupation

cyber criminal.

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  dark, silky, chocolatey brown locks cascade just past her shoulders and frame the sides of her face. wispy bangs partially conceal her forehead. her hair is typically worn down and occasionally adorned with various accessories.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  multiple piercings, including one at the septum. on the ears, the standard lobe, conch, and three helix piercings are present.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  drawn to articles that scream of wealth. luxury brands, cocktail dresses, fur coats, valuable gems, expensive suits — clothing and accessories of that sort.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  kitty chicha amyatakul.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  curiosity may have killed the cat, but it is curiosity itself that pumps isa's beating heart and courses blood through her veins. she is a woman driven by her own intrigue, whether it be of concepts, ideas, or other people. should a question arise in her mind, she is determined to have it answered regardless of the challenge. if anything, isa is unusually delighted when faced with a hurdle, with a fondness for anything that turns the cogs in her head. intellectual stimulation is the most prominent component that oils the mechanics of her mind. in the rare event the machine stops, she is overcome with the restless, agonizing sensation of boredom that isa so vehemently loathes. thus, she seeks to always keep her flitty attention engaged by fueling her instrument of thought.
  
  save for curiosity, there is only one other thing that motivates her: money. where the scent of luxury lingers, isa is present. she is a woman with refined tastes that are not so effortlessly satiated. after a bite of opulence, she only craves more and more. with an immense pride in her capabilities, isa is unwilling to offer her services for dust. so long as she is presented with a considerable offer of cash, isa cares little for maintaining fragile loyalties or making too many inquiries. she wholeheartedly believes in satisfying her own self-interests, which often include accumulating grandeur.
  
  by all means, isa is accepting of her title as a hacker — and somewhat of a notorious one at that — but disassociates from the unfavorable stereotypes. she is no hermit permanently glued to the dull glow of a computer screen in a dark room, isolated from society and turned awkwardly asocial. it is quite the opposite for her, actually. isa thoroughly enjoys and values her interactions with other individuals as precious entertainment. those who speak with her will find that she hastily exudes quite an aura. isa is equivalently confident as she is enigmatic. charisma drips from the honeyed words that roll from her tongue, but hardly is she a woman of many revelations. some find this mystery alluring, while others deem a likeness to her alias — a viper awaiting the perfect opportunity to strike.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ambitious, independent, diligent, relaxed, charismatic.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  conniving, stubborn, deceitful, materialistic, audacious.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  money, alcoholic drinks, cats, jewels, bad tlc reality shows, classical and jazz music, coffee, late night drives, sweets, clicky keyboards, video games, rainy days, strawberry flavors, computers and other machinery, puzzles, reptiles, being correct, interesting people.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  hot weather, bitter food, when things are mansplained to her, cooking, uncleanliness, pungent odors, whiny people, slow internet, cherry flavors, country music.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  ECLOSION

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  for the first five years of her life, isa was fed from a silver spoon rapidly turned plastic overnight. her father, exposed for being a corrupt government official, and her mother, an actress with numerous scandalous schemes uncovered, figured it best to send isa overseas to escape the limelight. thus, isa moved from thailand to the bustling city of emerdol under the company of her relatives. this predicament, instigated by hackers attempting to extort wealth from the family, did not incite a burning desire for revenge within isa, but rather intrigue.
  
  it was not so long before isa found herself affixed to the family computer in search of answers to her bubbling questions, to which she found many.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  years of methodical learning and practice at the computer prepared isa for her first grand crime at the ripe age of seventeen. all it took was the distribution of point of service malware to poor, unsuspecting victims — often those ignorant to scams — to access hundreds of financial records. she set up a site on the deep web, dubbed vipersden, to distribute and sell stolen credit card information. her scheme went undetected for two months before the police began investigating. still youthful and uncertain of her true potential, isa erased all her tracks and laid low prematurely before the investigation forces could get any substantial leads.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  for years, isa was quiet. university was boring, as was her cybersecurity career following graduation. so, isa did what any sane woman would and decided to entertain herself with another plan. this time, she was bolder, distributing data-wiping ransomware to smaller hero and villain agencies and threatening them for a large sum of money. what she hadn't expected was that it would inspire some people — heroes, villains, the police, you name it — to attempt reaching out to isa for various jobs... an even more grand sum of cash in exchange for her talent.
  
  and who was isa to deny money?
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  isa does not stand out as anything substantially remarkable within her community — just a typical woman with a suspicious penchant for expensive clothes. as viper, the reactions vary. some fear her, some respect her, some consider her a nuisance. regardless, the majority concur that her accomplishments are quite impressive.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  she was named viper from the snake icon that appears in unexpected pop-up tabs and encrypted files. specifically, it's a symbol of a black snake head with its mouth agape, as if about to strike.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  none, which she takes incredible pride in. it's gratifying crediting her achievements to her intellect alone.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ✰ most of her wealth was accumulated either from various cyber crimes or from selling information to various hero / villain agencies internationally.
  
  ✰ doesn't care about doing things for the sake of good or bad. she just follows what pays her more.
  
  ✰ uses her hacking talent for "self care." by that she means breaking into tv services to watch unaired shows, stealing people's concert tickets, among other stupid things.
  
  ✰ although she looks super expensive, she moves back and forth between a number of really shitty apartments scattered throughout the city. she's trying her best to stay lowkey.
  
  ✰ thinks that astrology is bullshit, but still blames the stars for her questionable behaviors. also lies about her sign just to see what people will say.
  
  ✰ "god forbid a woman does anything!" she'd say after someone calls her out for committing literal crimes.
  
  ✰ has the most atrocious sleep schedule. the rest she gets can hardly be called sleep, even.
  
  ✰ repressed dork. she goes from looking all cool one second to whipping out her rare pokemon card collection the next.
  
  ✰ sometimes takes jobs for her own enjoyment. definitely hacked some random person's roblox account for a kid just because she thought it was funny.
  
  ✰ lives by the motto of "be gay do crime" even though she has helped the police on multiple occasions.
  
  ✰ capable of speaking thai, english, and russian. she's interested in learning mandarin, but it's still a major work in progress.
  
  ✰ used to have a mild smoking habit, but has stopped for a while now. she's often seen with lollipops as a replacement. always heart-shaped ones.
  
  ✰ never sticks to one story when people ask about her wealth. she'll go from telling one person she robbed a bank to telling another that she's a self-made foot model.
  
  ✰ loves drama she's not included in. would be the one to know someone's tea before they've even spilled it.
  
  ✰ currently interested in breaking into the lacrimura research database. not for any particular reason other than it being a fun challenge.
  
  ✰ hates working or really doing anything in silence. always has to have some sort of music or white noise playing.
  
  ✰ has otherworldly spice tolerance. loves telling people "it's not that bad" and seeing the panic settle in their eyes after a bite.
  
  ✰ likes referring to people with random pet names. it's very easy to tell when she's saying "dear" endearingly or condescendingly.
  
  ✰ still has morals independent of cash rewards. has taken down... off-putting sites, to say the least, on her own accord.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[orpheus.]

Alric Dane

The Five

a chaos witch whose survival depends on escaping an evil warrior goddess

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[demonology]

melancholia

quintessential late bloomer

♡coded by uxie♡

GANNON BRINGS FORTH CALAMITY

[ character sheet ]​

SYNOPSIS — coming soon

 

[miyabi]

Janek Stojanovič

# the unfortunate son

# robert pattinson

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[SharkBark]

Quincy Mills

# A guy that tries so hard to be like The Five...and fails horribly.

# Dylan O'brien

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Feral]

Tabitha "Cherrybomb" Lynal

#Competant Henchlady

#Luca Hollestelle

♡coded by uxie♡

Vigilant Henchlady

Tabby

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  Desparate people are a hero's worst enemy.

  Name

  Tabitha Grace Lynal

  Epithet

  Cherrybomb

  Gender

  Female

  Pronouns

  She/Her

  Birthday

  May 23rd

  Age

  23 years old

  Orientation

  Sapphic - Demiromantic-ish

  Appearance

  Soft brown eyes, bright red hair, a freckle dashed face, scarred hands and knees, she looks average all things considered, very pretty yes, but there's nothing particularly eye catching about her save for her red hair... Unless you catch the cocky smirk that forms on her lips when she thinks no one is watching.
  
  Her delicate fingers don't waver or shake, her thin figure is lithe with muscles that ripple with purpose as she moves. Her body held tall but has an air of being lazy, and relaxed, her slightly hooded eyes gleaming, she's sitting at a respectable 6 foot tall, her arms and legs long, tattoos dotting her skin, Planets, snakes, flowers, so many little artworks on her body.
  
  Her clothing is simple sweaters and pants, cozy but not particularly interesting, and her villain suit? Yeah... Black, practical, Cherrybomb decal on the back, lots of pockets, a plain cherry red mask. Simple. She isn't fighting heroes on the regular after all.
  
  

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  Personality

  Tabby is sarcastic and childish, she doesn't care about others' feelings when they first meet, but once you gain her loyalty you'd be hard-pressed to lose it, no matter how morally reprehensible someone acts Tabby still follows those she cares for. She may be blunt and dismissive, but at heart she cares about a lot of issues. How she looks in other people's eyes, the environment, and how she's alone, among many things.
  
  She doesn't like acting serious, even though she's deadly so most of the time. She acts playful and joking when she's not doing work, and even then she never seems like she's taking anything in as a problem. Acting as if it's all a game.
  
  She loves partying and secretly wishes for friends and maybe a lover that will pamper her because she's not used to being the one getting taken care of. She's an impulsive saver and is incredibly stingy for herself, denying most recreation and only letting herself get the things she needs to survive, neglecting herself in favor of work but she won't hesitate to buy stuff for other people.
  
  She hates messing up even on simple things, leading her to be one of the most diligent and competent henchpersons around. She's not afraid of dangerous things and doesn't question her assignments, she doesn't particularly care for the morality of her work, seeing everything as shades of grey.
  
  To her this is an office job that she has been working at for years, she knows what she's doing and dislikes when anyone gets in her way.
  
  
• Backstory

  Tabitha Lynal was born as the 3rd oldest of 10 kids, her father an alcoholic and an abusive man, she could only watch as her mother did her best to support them before she herself eventually scummed to an illness that cost too much to treat when Tabby was 14. Tabby already used to taking care of her many younger siblings now had to adapt to working as well, her father's tenancies only became... Worse.
  
  He took it out on Tabby, who looked the most like her mother, just like the dead woman who he had pretty much killed, Tabby still flinches when someone touches her without warning. Tabby was furious, she wanted to do something, report him, kill him, but well... She had all her siblings, she had to protect them, she had to keep on going. Her two older brothers dipped and left as soon as they were able, leaving her all alone, with the young siblings, Tabby was bitter, she wished she could run away but she was the only one even close to working age.
  
  Then her powers manifested. They couldn't see her, no... she wasn't invisible, it was... Different. They could see her but they passed right over her.
  
  Well... It made her father ignore her, it may not have been super speed or strength but it kept her safe. She began slinking around the dingy crime-filled areas that before she would have been jumped in, pretty face, easy target, and all that. She began getting information, passing it around, getting paid. It was a dream come true. She was just an informant and delivery girl until she hit eighteen when she actually joined as an underling, with her ability... Well, she would never be a big villain but she was one hell of a Henchlady. They can't stop a villain from blowing up a bank if they don't see them carrying it in, setting it up, or walking out.
  
  That was her first big job. It only continued after that, as far as underlings went she was as known as one could get, all anyone knew about her was her red hair and cherry motifs and how she dealed in bombings, so there she was at 18, Tabby was given the alias 'Cherrybomb' by the media, she's gotten quite a bit of ego over the name by now.
  
  She hopped from being under one villain to another, she really doesn't care as long as she can get paid, she reported her father safely from anonymity... he died 'mysteriously' in prison and she isn't in contact with any of her siblings anymore, resenting them for making her take everything. She may not have many friends or any lovers but... She's happier than she's ever been before.
  
  

  Relationships

  surname, given

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• Abilities

  Notice me not

  Pulls peoples gazes away or over her, makes target want to move out of her way, includes people looking through cameras, but doesn't actually effect the machine, after she's stopped using her ability one can look at the past recording and see exactly what she did.
  
  
  

  Memory easure

  Tabby still doesn't know how to use this one, it only happens when shes extememly distressed or nervous, it seems only to happen when shes touching the person and only effects short term memories, such as if someone sees her face, causes disorientation in both her and the person its affected.
  
  
  

  "getting lucky"

  Tabby doesn't know exactly what this part of her power is, just that if she turns her notice me not up as much as she can, usually to the detriment to her own health she can get people to do simple things, open a door she needs to get by, recount a code out loud, etc.
• Extras

  Icons

  Cherries, Bombs, etc.
  
  
  

  Headcannons

  
  

  • Always has a lot of cherry flavored candy on her
  • She has a calico cat named Koi
  • She had a cherry tree in her backyard as a kid and would eat so many she would puke
  • She makes her own stuffed animals
  • She collects pins to put on her bags and such
  • This girl can SING
  • She doesn't know how to react when flirted with

  
  
  

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code by Nano

 

[xayah.]

hero

#1

astral - the 5

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overview

mileena sarte, better known as astral, is the current leader of the five. demisexual. born on march 15th. a 33 year old cisfemale born and raised in emerdol, she is currently a single mother raising 2 adopted children. after-hero duties are unknown. currently investigating.

appearance

5'3

height

111 lbs

weight

burnt umber

hair color

pale, too pale

skin tone

emerald green underneath brown

eyes

laura fraser

faceclaim

astral is not an imposing figure. standing at a mere 5'3 and only 111 lbs, they are more often looked down upon than up at. She has maintained her dark brown hair, resembling the powdered pigment of burnt umber, at chest length in a long bob style for her entire life. She has a few wrinkles that appear when her face crinkles, signs of stress from managing the Five, but they are far fewer than unpowered counterparts of her age. With hooded eyes, that are truly emerald green but hidden by a brown overlay on top—a side effect of her powers(?), and pale skin, astral is as unsuspecting as she is short. This, unsurprisingly, makes her activities as a civilian difficult to track. For that purpose, we have noted she most often dons a style similar to business casual that frames her hourglass figure well, yet is loose enough to hide years of built muscle. Most notable are her shoes. They never change. Whenever scouting, look for three-inch heels that have a red underside.
as astral, they don a black bodysuit made of leather which leaves no skin open save for a diamond-shaped panel just above her chest. it has emerald green accents all along the seams which converge at the hands and glow upon use of her powers. black heeled boots accompany the outfit. although she has no official icons—a strange fact considering how long she's been marketed by lacrimura—astral is alluded or referenced to most commonly through the use of emerald colored stars and lights.

notes

psyche

condescending

insecure

apathetic

untrusting

assertive

rational

protective

"a good mother. an active member of the community. an example of all that is good in the world." ms. sarte has many things said about her, both as astral and as mileena, and not a single one of them bad. as a child, she was noted to be mild-mannered, seeking nothing yet doing everything for those around her. she was unassuming, not drawing much attention if not for her kind and generous actions. to this day, mileena has continued this behavior to be an exemplary member of the community. despite being outspoken on issues and having a clear natural-born talent for leading, she is most known for her open ears and unofficial title as the neighborhood's unofficial confessional where her maturity and lack of judgement of people is greatly appreciated.

but what the public see is a lie. an act. that kind child who was nothing special died as soon as her powers manifested in the middle of her teen years. going to something from nothing instilled the hero-in-the-making with a great sense of superiority, and with her every word, she is unable to stop herself from throwing a subtle insult in. she has a large ego, one that suffers greatly from criticism and is easily insulted. opposing thought upsets her a great amount, leading her to always being the loudest speaker in the room and the only one who gets a say in how things go. being control is comfort. safety. security. And for an insecure person such as herself, Mileena knows it is all she has.

Insecurity has made its way deep into the hero's psyche and become one of, if not the main, fear that motivates her to do what she does, how she does it. In an ever unstable position as one of the five, where she could be ruined at a moment's notice—returned to a life of inferiority and underwhelmingness, she is unrestrained in dealing with potential threats, planning an effective strategy for their termination. these lives are not taken carelessly or without thought. she is a rational and intelligent woman, always weighing the pros and cons of any action, but not much of a people person—truly never finding fault with these actions emotionally or morally. neither does she find fault with any of the other questionable actions her comrades perform. she never feels a need to weigh in on anything unless it directly threatens her position. this leads to very notable apathy and disregard for the lives of others in comparison to the false sympathy she uses as a facade.

is it entitlement? perhaps, but once mileena has experienced something, she covets it, protects it even—though astral will say that she cares for no one but herself. her motherly love for her two adopted children, as unexpected as it was once she recognized the feeling, is proof of that. she fights ferociously for what is hers, unwilling to let anyone take it. that includes not only her role, but those she loves. even her teammates in a way. she enjoys the comraderie of being amongst others, but it takes a long time to ever get the hero to truly let you in, and most often quit on account of the lack of progress in relation to the tons of effort, but those that succeed are a rare and lucky breed, fortunate enough to claim that they receive personal favor from one of emerdol's most notable heroes.

true neutral

alignment

likes

her kids, coffee with two splendas, being the center of attention, interviews, news conferences, getting her picture taken, staring over emerdol from lacrimura hq

dislikes

being ignored, being spoken over, being interrupted, being called mileena instead of astral by fans or anyone, scandals and pr messes, the wannabes trying to take her place

fears

being replaced, being forgotten

powers

phasing - astral can phase her body in and out of objects, making it tangible and intangible. she has the ability to give this property to other people she touches, although it comes with a bit of nausea for the inexperienced. she is currently training to do the same to objects, the largest success so far having been a coin which subsequently became lost inside the couch.

reputation

despite being known primarily as the Five's leader and spokesperson, astral is not the face of the group. she is known more as the leader that keeps things running in the background rather than the leader that wants to be in the limelight despite her always wanting to be on screen. her neighbors know mileena as a devoted mother of two who works hard to keep the city and her kids safe.

background

once nothing

raised in an orphanage for as long as she could remember and given the birthday of march 15th, the day she was found at the orphanage's door with a sticky note containing only a name, mileena sarte was no one as a child. with a face as common as a tree is in a forest, and never the type to act out—even for attention—she was often forgotten by peers and caretakers alike. she did her best to be remembered, giving out gifts and performing favors out of goodwill, but it was all for naught. not even in school, a place where she excelled academically and found her talent as a leader in group projects, did mileena receive any notice. she was smart, but she was no prodigy, and there was more than one intelligent child in the school. and so a life of being passed by, where her value was no greater than a desk in a room or paint on the wall, continued until her sixteenth birthday. and on that day, nothing was no more.

now something

despite being a birthday, she had expected the day to be the same as yesterday and the year before that and the year before that. how wrong she was when her hand phased through the handle of her bathroomdoor and got stuck. and not a soul checked on her, questioning where the birthday girl was. not that they could be bothered to remember that she even had her birthday. it took a whole day for her to figure out that instead of removing her hand, she should just go through the door with the rest of her body. but when she did, the feeling was something that mileena will never forget—after throwing up from the nausea that came after of course.
what happened afterwards is a deeply held secret by the pr team at lacrimura. some say she ran away that day, making a living as a masked vigilante, robbing from the robbers and relying on displays and donations of thanks from the families of rescued victims. others say she waited till she was a legal adult to officially become a hero and found a temporary base alongside other powered runaway teens. perhaps there are bits of truth to both. all that is known however is that after she saved a family of four from a burning building by phasing their bodies through debris and rubble, lacrimura took a great interest in her when she was 21. and from there, she's risen up the ranks quickly to become the leader of the five as emerdol knows it. for the past seven years, she's been the leader—the longest tenure of any leader since lacrimura was founded, and maybe that's why the people are wondering who's next. no one is the answer. not if astral can help it.

ADDITIONAL INFO

—actually taller than most as a kid but stopped growing once she hit 5'4

—immune to motion sickness and nausea in general because of her powers. her body is way too used to adapting to the symptoms at this point.

—nothing is known about her kids. she keeps them out of the public eye on purpose and homeschools them with private tutors. the biggest question is whether or not they're powered like her.

—keeps fanmail pinned on a cork board in her room.

—no matter what time she wakes up, she always drinks at least one coffee a day.

—always wonders what happens to normal people if she leaves half of them phased into concerte or some other hard material

—semi-partial to the five. she likes their company but is more than willing to deal with them if they become problematic.

—manipulates wannabes and sends them against villains she knows they can't handle so the five can come in and save the day even more

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[xayah.]

gear

#1

mr. randell

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overview

Avery Samuel Randell, better known as Mr. Randell, is the current CEO of Lacrimura and son of the founder. born on june 3rd. a powerless cis male, he devotes all of his energy into work. He is one of the gears keeping Lacrimura running to honor his family's legacy.

appearance

5'10

height

153lbs

weight

black

hair color

light brown

skin tone

light green

eyes

jesse williams

faceclaim

wears suits religiously. only puts on normal t-shirts and more casual clothes during interviews to seem more personable. he has something strangely cold about his expression, like it's looking into you, not at you. the analytical feeling one gets upon meeting him is brief, but it's there if you pay close enough attention. on his left wrist is a silver watch with emerald clock hands that he wears everyday no matter what outfit. it's memorabilia from his father before his assassination.

notes

psyche

merciless

profit-driven

manipulative

two-faced

suave

charming

outgoing

[tw - death, assassination]
they say every family run business makes it or breaks it in the third generation. avery is determined to make lacrimura so successful, it has no chance of failure when, and if, he has a successor. this will be accomplished at any cost, through any means.
much of the company is run under his direct orders. he analyzes every aspect with a fine-tooth comb, trusting the details of the operation to no one by his secretary. in fact, many of the gears work in information and communications, reporting daily to mr. randell of up-and-coming competitor agencies and potentially detrimental new laws implemented that could hurt his heroes. without a second thought, he crushes them, obliterates them, with all of the taskforce at his beck and call. he's also always on the look out for new heroes to replace his current staff. everyone is replaceable. they would all do well to stay on his good side before they run out of use.
of course, the public never sees the monopolist who has little patience for opponents or incompetents. they see a man permanently scarred by the untimely and far too early loss of his father who does the best to keep his family legacy alive. avery randell is a notable public figure, perhaps not appearance wise, but his occasional interview or public announcement often incites a fervor and wave of positive public opinion for the company and the Five. charming and knowing just what to say and do to bring his company more revenue and success, he has a suaveness to him that comes from an upbringing of luxury, that also serves as a facade for the cruelness inside him.
and that cruelness genuinely comes from a place of love, of hurt. his company is one of the few tangible things his father left for him before his assassination. that, and the watch he wears daily. it is ironic that the very people—freaks, he'd call them in the privacy of his home—were the ones that took his family away from him. and for that, he has never rested. never will. not until he brings the ones responsible down, no matter the cost.

lawful evil

alignment

likes

answer

dislikes

answer

fears

answer

reputation

the city's most powerful man. he's less known than his company, considering it isn't even remotely close to any of his names, but the occasional news conference refreshes everyone's mind and reminds them that he exists.

background

The Boy King

He grew up in a loving household, a well-off household, with a single father as his only parent: Samuel Randell, founder of Lacrimura and an avid entrepreneur with a talent for turning whatever he touched into gold. Not literally, of course. The Randell family, for all their control over superheroes, was not blessed in either of the two generations since powers manifested with the ability to control the elements, affect others, or even stop people from telling lies. Nothing at all. And for that, Samuel Randell was not pleased, funding research into what made powereds so different from nonpowereds.
Whatever results came about from it are lost to the annals of time. The sudden assassination of his father when he was 28 immediately stopped the operation. Why, no one knows. And Avery never pried, never could. It was the one thing that no money or connections could get him any insight into. And for now, he's left it alone, focusing instead on making the business untouchable, on making himself untouchable. Whatever fate befell his father would not happen to him. He was going to make certain of that.

ADDITIONAL INFO

—when he opens his phone to receive a call, do NOT interrupt. ever.

coded by xayah.ღ

 

[arthur morgan.]

the judge.

the executioner.

THE MEPHISTOPHELES BOYS.

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the basics.

name

diabolos "thiago" mephistopheles + diavolo mephistopheles

nickname

diabolos prefers being called thiago, a name he gave himself. unlike his brother, diavolo hates nicknames and only answers to his name. thiago loves nicknames! pup, crackhead,

alies

Diavolo has various names that he's been given; though his hero name he’s been appointed as The Boogie man while his alter ego villain name is Angel Maker. Besides those, he’s been given various titles, many of which he could careless about. Thiago has been given the name The Executioner or Hannibal Jr, which ever he finds kinda funny— he never thought he’d famous enough to be given one.

date of birth

22nd December

age

27 years old

location

tbd

gender

thiago is cisgender male while diavolo is dmab, with no care as to what pronouns you use as long as they aren't feminine.

sexuality

thiago is bisexual with a strong male lean while diavolo is greysexual, although he is borderline asexual with a romantic interest in men.

role

While Thiago puts up a front of a lovable man, he is a villain with an uncomfortably sweet deposition. One wouldn't cast him as the criminal type, but you'd say the same thing about his older brother. Diavolo is a hero, but not for the reason's you think. For not being within The Five, Diavolo has made a pretty big name for himself within the hero community— simply for causing a split reaction, whether they think his intents are good or malice, one will never know.

the visage.

height

6'8 (T) and 6'6 (D)

weight

73 kg / 162 lbs

hair

dirty blondes, but diavolo has longer hair that barely goes past his ears. sometimes will put in clips to hold the hair out of his eyes, but prefers his hair at this length since he never was allowed to have length before. thiago is cut short and unruly at times, but he can’t stand the feeling of having hair against his face-- though he does like to put washable hair dye in his hair whenever he in the mood for it. their rich blonde hair is soft to the touch, has a beautiful glow when the sun hits it just right.

eyes

a pair of eyes that have seen more hardship then most, they often appear to have some sort of dread deep within them whether they mean for it to show or not. the twins posses one brown and one silver/grey, though diavolo has his silver eye on the left while thiago has it on the right.

features

thiago is covered in facial jewelry, which surprises people when they first met him because of his sweet deposition. though they would me more surprised by the ones that they couldn't see, as he has a total of 30 piercings.

body type

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suit

tbd

icon

thiago has matthew lillard and diavolo has skeet ulrich

the beginning of the end.

the personality.

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the virtues.

Analytical

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Original

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Open-Minded

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Curious

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Objective

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the vices

Disconnected

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Insensitive

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Dissatified

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Impatient

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Perfectionist

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likes.

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dislikes.

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the messiah.

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the words.

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the jacobs.

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[.V1LLAINISM._]

Molly Mai

#The Raging Reporter

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[.V1LLAINISM._]

Victor Hernandez

#The Troubled Cop

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[erzulie]

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overview

Justice Verlice aka Shroud is a young entrepreneur who has inherited a variety of businesses after the passing of his mentor, the villain known as Bloodline. Born on October 23rd. Justice identifies as male. To the public he is a non-supe and business prodigy.

appearance

6’2

height

156 lbs

weight

black

hair color

dark brown

skin tone

pure black

eyes

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Hair: Justice has 4c type hair that he styles with the use of a curl sponge. Occasionally he gets his hair braided, though he does have to use braiding hair to give it length.

Eyes: His eyes are pitch black with no white visible, this is the only physical evidence of his status as a powered. Though people tend to believe that it’s some sort of eye tattoo. Wears glasses to hide them as well.

Skin: Dark brown with golden undertones. His speaks of a troubled past, old scars litter his body. He has a tattoo of hell hound on the back of his shoulder. The beast has glowing red eyes and seems to snarl as he moves.

Physique: Justice is all lithe muscles and long legs, a body meant for speed and agility rather than strength. He stands at 5’10.

notes

psyche

strategic

adaptable

focused

decisive

manipulative

sadistic

callous

Intense is a word that is often used to describe Justice. He is not a man of many words, instead he lingers in the background. He melds into the shadows quite easily and from there he is always watching, waiting even. Word has carried to him that his aura is unnerving, eery and he would have it no other way. He enjoys the feeling of knowing that people fear him. From behind dark sunglasses he takes them in, dark gaze searching for any sign of weakness to exploit. He holds all the likeness of a predator. Justice is the entity that haunts your subconscious, the creature from tales of being stalked and hunted. His gaze, cold and empty. There is something about those eyes of his, those eyes like two black holes, like the emptiness of space.

There are those who have seen the worst of humanity and yet, they still continue to smile, to see the good in the human race. Justice is not one of those people. He is a self-aware individual, he knows that he is jaded and he does not mind. There is no amount of good that can be done to truly erase evil. So he has become one with it. Justice looks out for himself, his own survival one of the most important things to him. He holds little regard for the majority of others and will not hesitate to use them and toss them aside. Justice is not above using violence and manipulation to get results.

It is as though Justice became just like those that wronged him. The darkness of his environment truly shaped him in the worst way. A being broken and mended together jaggedly and sharp. He would never claim to be a forgiving person. Is it right? His desire to inflict pain as if it will make up for his own? No, but he doesn’t care. He finds pleasure in hurting others, in breaking them down until they too see how horrible the world is. He enjoys watching the hope leave their eyes. Where the goal of hero’s is to help and spread kindness, Justice wishes the corrupt and reveal the truth. That the world is truly a horrible place.

Justice is the calculating sort and by no means a hothead. Instead he is decisive in his decision making, weighs his options carefully so that he knows that he’s making the right choice. He’s an intelligent young man who plans in advance and keeps his cards close to his chest. There is never a clear sign of what’s going on behind those dark eyes of his. Justice is a man who moves in silence.

Justice seems to fit perfectly within the world of villainy, a truly vile young man with little morals. If there is another side of him, a kinder sign, it has never been shown. As far as those around him know, he has also been this dark, dangerous person.

lawful evil

alignment

likes

money, hood & noir films, designer sunglasses, icy jewelry, live mma, old school music (rap, blues, rock n roll)

dislikes

mouthy people, cigar smoke, heros, politicians

fears

ending up where he once was

powers

sense manipulation: justice is able to manipulate the senses of both himself and others. it grants him the ability to freely alter or remove the five senses. it manifests through touch or a pitch black shadow-like substance he radiates.

enhanced senses: he can enhance the senses of himself and other. when using this ability on others he does it in a way that usually causes a sensory overload or lowering their pain tolerance. justice can target on sense or all of them at the same time.

sensory deprivation: justice can cruelly send people into a state where they feel nothing, his shadows will surround them and rip away the senses of his choice. He enjoys doing all of them at one time, making his targets numb.

imperceptibility: he is able to make himself imperceptible, unable to be detected by those around him. his takes up space but those around will not be able to perceive him. an example would be walking into an unknown force.

illusions: he can create vivid hallucinations or full blown illusions when dealing with a target. they’re life like in nature, making them difficult to distinguish from reality. he can conjure up nightmarish images, make mere minutes seem like hours.

targets: When using his ability through touch, he must remain in physical contact with them in order to manipulate their senses. of course, this leaves him open to attacks that break his concentration, thus stopping his ability.

mental abilities: those with abilites that focus on the mind are more likely to break his illusions. justice has no idea why but they seem to have some sort of mental block that stops them from being completely absorbed into his illusions. with them he tends to focus on the sense, rather than full blown illusions.

time length: justice is unable to permanently remove someone’s senses. his ability has a time limit through both means. when his shadows are in use, depending on how much is inserted into a person or how much they are exposed to, it can last up to a few hours, days, or even longer. with touch, the connection is broken as soon as he lets ago.

reputation

to the public, justice is known as the heir to a millionaire dollar empire. an adopted child who was left everything by his dearly departed adopted father. he owns everything from nightclubs to restaurants and jewelry chains. his public appearance is seen a mysterious yet charming. beneath that is a ruthless villain with a hatred for heros and a need to show the world that no one will save it, that when push comes to shove, the world is truly a savage place. his influences stretches wide and he’s well known in the underground.

background

once nothing

There was once a little boy with big black eyes and a smile that could melt the hearts of those around him. A child who was left on the steps of an orphanage on a foggy night. The caretaker saw only a baby chilled by the cool air, no sign of the parent that left him. In his bassinet lay an apology note with his name on it, Justice he was called.

The one who dropped him off was aware of the orphanage’s status, a place said to house children born with powers. It was true, on the surface. To the public the orphanage was a well funded place for society’s most vulnerable, for little ones with abilities newly formed. No one thought to look deeper, still devastated by the damage of the sudden arrival of abilities, they preferred to not look into it too hard. Out of sight, out of mind as the saying goes. Inspections were always passed with flying colors, children were dressed up and showcased to let the conditions of the orphanage be known.

Sadly, the emptiness in their eyes and the hollowness of their voice were never noticed. Justice learned of the true nature of the orphanage as he grew. Knew of the horrors that really went on inside and in his attempts to escape he was always brought back. Eventually he realized that it was pointless, he became one of those empty children. One of the dolls to show off so that more children were dropped off and more investors would sponsor the place. They were raised to be obedient, subservient even. They were told that it was for their own good, so that they could be adopted and taken into a loving family. Children were easy to fool like that, give them enough hope and they were willing to behave. It was disgustingly easy and a young Justice believed it wholeheartedly.

When his time came, he was elated. Justice was happy that he would finally leave the horrible place. And adopted by a beautiful wealthy couple no less. For the first time in a long time he could smile again. His state made him blind to their manipulations however, unaware that they were just using him as something of a guard dog and prized possession rather than a child of their own. Justice remembers the games that they would place, the people who would come just to see him, like he was some show horse. The punishments came swiftly when he dared to act out until eventually he began to act on autopilot. He adapted to the horrors that he saw and his buyers were happy. They foolishly let their guards down.

now something

No one heard their screams as they were slayed in their bed. When a servant found them Justice was long gone and was never seen again. It was assumed that the killer had taken him or worse. For a time he lived on the streets committing petty crimes. But eventually he was saved. Justice swore that his savior was an Angel. Just like that he was plucked from the streets.

Justice was kept tucked under his wing. Proving his worth again and again and again, doing anything to please the one so saved him, Bloodline was his name. And oh, did Justice thrive under him. He molded the young man until he became to perfect sidekick, the perfect mentee, and the perfect lover all rolled into one. It was easy, throw him a little affection and praise and he was putty. Like a feral cat left on the street for too long.

Their little relationship lasted for a long time, until a Justice caught wind of Bloodline’s plan to hand his empire over to a newly found son of his. Justice cried at first, wondered what he had done wrong, wondered why Bloodline was tossing him aside after all he done. He began to plan soon after, stealing his empire right from under him. It was easy, whispering into ears, gaining loyalty and promising spots at the top. Bloodline was not a kind man and it was always easier to catch flies with sugar.

The day came and Justice cried, but not tears of sadness. No, they were tears of joy as he watched the life drain from his boss’s eyes. And ever since, he has been quite the problem.

ADDITIONAL INFO

—has a collection of motorcycles. he likes to drive them real fast down empty roads.

—was trained to fight when he was adopted and under bloodline, but continued to learn since it fascinated him.

—it’s assumed that he killed bloodline’s son but a body was never found and he never gives a straight answer if asked.

—donates to various orphanages in the city, personally visits some of them to make sure everything is in order.

—actually treats his underlings with respect and decency. not because he actually cares for him but because it inspires loyalty along side a healthy dose of fear.

— his symbol is a skull with a blindfold over the eyes.

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deuces​

 

[Anne Boolean]

BASICS
Name: Jaiden Lange
Alias: Overdrive
Age: 21
D.O.B: May 3rd
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay
Role: Newbie in The Five

VISAGE
Faceclaim: Caelan Moriarty
Suit: As shown below but with an O instead of an S (click to enlarge)

Icons: Letter O in a diamond shape

PSYCHE
Personality: Some say the fame has gone to Jaiden's head. He would instead say that he just grew up and is trying to be who he is. Either way, he isn't a stranger to disagreements with the public. Early in his career, he was the nation's golden boy. He was humble, polite, and optimistic. Everyone found him charming, and saw him as a breath of fresh air they couldn't get enough of. His hero work was nothing to write home about, yet he always put in his best effort and seemed to truly only want to help people. That all changed a year or so after his acceptance into The Five.

He seemed to have caught a case of child star syndrome. Despite being an adult now, he was shamed for doing things that other adults would do. The public still saw him as that bright eyed thirteen year old who saved a cat from a tall tree and didn't want to know about the crazy nights he had at clubs or the walks of shame from random men's houses that the tabloids seemed to love to write about. That lack of privacy was par for the course for a member of The Five though, so he tried to take it in stride. It wore on him, though, and soon enough, he found himself resenting the people he previously only wanted to help.

He didn't become any less capable of doing his job, per se, but it was easy to see his heart wasn't in it. While before, Jaiden would do his absolute best to avoid any sort of property damage for innocent bystanders, nowadays, it seemed his only concern was to just make the rescue or defeat the villain. While before, he was always warm and friendly towards the public, nowadays, he is snappy and curt and quick to retort if someone said something he didn't like. The change of personality would also be visible to his peers. When starting out, he had been enthusiastic and eager to save lives, but now it seemed like just any other job to him. Perhaps his old self is still deep inside somewhere, but with how things are going, it shows no sign of showing up.

Virtues:
- Genuinely cares about people, though he may not show it. If there's trouble nearby, even if he's not on duty, he will try to do what he can to help.
- Even if he may view superheroing as just a job, he takes it just as seriously as he did before or he would any other job.

Vices:
- His primary emotions seem to be annoyance or anger these days.
- He's quick to argue if someone's critical of him.
- Likes to party a little too hard.
- Likes men a little too much.

ORIGIN
Origin Story: It all started with the mayor's beloved cat getting stuck in a tree. Before the firefighters could arrive, Jaiden, 13 at the time and being at the right place at the right time, jumped (literally) to rescue her. Perhaps the news was slow that day, or perhaps times in Emerdol were so bad that they just needed a happy story, but either way, he found himself becoming the subject of a feel good piece that went viral.

Jaiden's life soon completely changed. He went from a nobody to being invited onto the news and talk shows for interviews. His politeness and humility during those interviews made him even more popular in the eyes of the public. Lacrimura took notice, and he was soon selected for the Sidekick program. He adored the superheroes who kept Emerdol safe but never thought it would be possible to be anything like them. Yet, there he was, shadowing them while they worked.

Truthfully, he only was allowed to take care of the low-stake missions. They weren't necessarily as easy as rescuing a cat from a tree, but they certainly didn't involve going toe to toe with a villain or taking down a criminal organization. On top of that, most of his time wasn't spent on the field, but rather in the studio, where he took place in various marketing campaigns.

Either way, he did get valuable experience and training from the Sidekick program, and thanks to Lacrimura's PR team, he was just as famous as any A list celebrity. When he turned 18, he finally graduated from the Sidekick program and was accepted into The Five as the newest and youngest member.

For about a year or so, everything was perfect. Jaiden was still Emerdol's golden boy, and he happily maintained his squeaky clean image. But he wasn't the same thirteen year old who rescued the cat from the tree. He had other interests, and despite being constantly under the public eye, he decided to pursue them. Tabloids wrote scathing pieces about his wild outings at clubs and often photographed him leaving the home of some handsome stranger he had met the night before. There were articles and photos which were even more salacious, but thankfully, none of them ever got pornographic.

The public was unhappy with these new interests Jaiden had, and as is common with celebrities, worried about the children who look up to them. Public opinion of Jaiden fell, and for the first time, he found himself receiving disapproval. He tried his best to ignore it at first and take it in stride, but eventually it got to him. He started talking back to his critics, which only resulted in more backlash. All this harsh criticism caused him to become somewhat jaded. The once enthusiastic and eager boy who was just in it to help people was now gone. In his place was someone who was only interested in getting in, doing what was needed, and getting out.

That being said, he wasn't exactly public enemy number one. He still had many fans who were rooting for him and felt the judgments levied against him were harsh and unjust. Whenever he met one of those true fans, he would be kind and genuine with them. On top of that, though he wasn't the warmest superhero on the scene, nor did he care as much as he used to about minimizing property damage, he did his utmost to make sure lives were saved. While many in Emerdol thought their golden boy was gone for good, many others believed that he had just grown up and was going through a rough patch currently.

Reputation: Golden boy who fell from grace and is constantly in some scandal or other.

Powers: "Super Body"; his power mainly manifests itself in the form of super strength, heightened durability, and heightened regeneration. He uses his super strength to run faster than the average person but still would fall short of someone who actually has super speed. He can jump high and far to mimic flight, but unlike someone who has said power, he can't actually fly.

Other:
- Because of his super strength, weight lifting and putting on muscle is a challenge for him. Despite what one might imagine a superhero with super strength to look like, he is fairly slim.
- In relation to the above, throughout his time in the Sidekick program, he had campaigned multiple times for body positivity. Of note was the photoshoot he did when he was 18. He showed a lot of skin, more than ever before, and though it was initially controversial, the public ended up staying on his side.
- He publicly came out as gay as 16, and there were rumors that he was dating another fellow Sidekick. This was never confirmed or denied, though, and his potential partner remained anonymous. Along with body positivity, he also campaigned for LGBTQ+ rights.
- Before coming out, in interviews, the main aspiration in life he mentioned was to help people. After coming out, another desire of his he would often mention was to meet someone special and settle down.

 

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ian cardale

# underling

# jack falahee

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Name: Ian Cardale
Alias:
Age:
D.O.B: January 17th
Gender & Pronouns: Male, he/him
Orientation: Bisexual
Role: Underling

Appearance:
Faceclaim: Jack Falahee
Suit:
Icons:

Personality:
Virtues:
Vices:

Origin Story:
Reputation:
Powers: Ian can conjure small amounts of light around him. This can manifest in a glow radiating from him or orbs of light around him. The orbs must remain in close proximity to him and are non physical, and no light he creates is more powerful than an average flashlight. Ian’s powers make for a great show, and catch attention easily, but he hasn’t figured out how to use them for substantial means or as more than a flashy party trick.