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the glitch.
full name
Ezekiel Beaumont
codename
The Glitch
nickname
“Z”. Zeke. The bastard who got my security number. Scum.
age
27 (Twenty-seven years old.)
gender
Male (He/Him/His)
sexuality
Bisexual Demiromantic
ethnicity
White European
D.O.B
27th of March
P.O.B
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London, England
London, England
weight
170lb or 77kg
height
6’2 or 189cm
hair
Natural brunette curls compose his perfectly designed face from the edges of his mandible to the periphery of his temples; his curls will set the main stage for his facial features, with a slight mullet that briefly cuts at the edge of his cervical spine. But most of the volume of his hair can mostly be found on top of his head. If you pat him on the head, they would find their hands disappearing among the sea of his ebony curls.
eyes
Seductive almond-shaped eyes that draw you deep into its tantalising viridiscent depths. Above his orbs are a pair of full and long eyelashes paired with thick and strong ebony eyebrows.
Build
Under all that excessive ebony fabric lies a body packed with sinewy muscle. His body is jammed with well-sculpted brawn from his shoulders to his calves. He worked extremely hard to achieve this figure, vowing never to be the joke of the conversation. He sharpened his mind as well as his body.
dist. features
One of his most distinguished features is his height. The second would have to be his piercing green gaze. His eyes will glow an electrifying green when he feels an extreme emotion: ecstasy, anger, devotion, or joy.
body modifications
Both ears are pierced. As for tattoos, he has a large tattoo on his broad back. It is the same shape as his zodiac sign, Aries, but has a harsher design and sharper details.
face claim
John Supnik
Enemy
imagine dragons (feat JID)
req.
req.
The technology you use impresses no one. The experience you create with it is everything.
VIRTUES
PLAYFUL —
In the rare instances that he finds an entity amusing and worth his time, he will divulge all his time and effort vexing and playing with that entity. Depending on the person, this could be seen as a vice or a virtue. Some may find his company light-hearted, while some may find it annoying and bothersome. Either way, in his eyes, teasing and playing is one of his personality traits. Sometimes, it can be genuine, while sometimes, it may be fake. It is a double-edged sword in specific situations. INTELLIGENT —
Known for his tactful mind, he crushes his enemies with cold efficiency. As if they were nothing but a mere bug under his thumb. Intelligent and unfeeling, that's what he is. While he might deliver a genuine-looking smile, there is a growing snarl behind those lifted lips. It is nothing more than a ruse to ease your perception of him.If there is one thing he dislikes more than bullies, it is another observant person who perceives him for what he truly is: a conniving, two-faced monster.
After gaining conscience, his mind began to work wonders, not only in the digital world but also in the real world. As the era of technology grew, so did his mind. He craves any puzzle you throw at him, and he will eventually solve it with enough time and resources. He is an intelligent man through facts, innovation, and science but a stupid man regarding the intricacies of the human connection.
CONFIDENT —
Arrogance disguises itself as confidence whenever he was put upon a pedestal. Zeke was raised to be held to the highest standard; with him excelling as a student, son and leader, he has developed the need to be perfect. With each compliment, his ego takes a massive boost. He is not afraid to be honest or communicate something with great confidence. He has spoken in meetings, conveyed his plans exquisitely, and overcame his stuttering problem to deliver his speech delicately and professionally. Though, now that he’s free from society’s restraints as Ezekiel Beaumont, more of the bold side of Glitch is showing.
VICES
OBSSESSIVE —
When Zeke hyperfixates on something or someone, he makes a secret promise to know everything about them. An itch of curiosity will continue to pursue him when he doesn’t indulge himself with knowledge.His obsessive nature can also be produced in the littlest of things, such as punctuality, how he eats his dinner, or how he makes his bed in the morning. Most of this is solely for comfort and personal hygiene, so he may just be a little OCD when conducting himself. Being raised in a household where the maids did everything for him made his standard for cleanliness high. And being thrown behind bars with limited space and little to no dignity, he made it a daily practice to obsessively clean and ensure his food came at the appropriate times.
RUTHLESS —
During his apprehension, a thrilling emotion was unlocked as he released a violent and aggressive side of him. It was cold, crippling and the calm type of fury. It was a feeling he had grown fond of as he explored a more unhinged side of himself while being in Belle Reve.Even before then, he was known to spit venomous words to those who displease him. His sharp and cutting honesty knows no bounds and will cut those who cross the line.
DECEITFUL —
He is a two-faced asshole willing to step over anybody who comes in his way. He has learned to hide himself in person and digitally all his life. And he is not above lying to get what he wants.He has grown fond of playing with people’s emotions for his gain or entertainment—a true devil under those electrifying green orbs.
likes
Complicated puzzles. 𖢥 The smell of rain. 𖢥 Making the people he loves smile. 𖢥 Making his enemies cry. 𖢥 Robotics. 𖢥 Computers. 𖢥 Energy drinks. 𖢥 Techwear. 𖢥 The colour black. 𖢥 Chess. 𖢥 Bugs, beetles, to be exact. 𖢥 Capybaras. 𖢥 Loud noises. 𖢥 Listening to music. 𖢥 Junk food. 𖢥 Video games.
dislikes
People who mess with the weak. 𖢥 Bullies. 𖢥 Snakes. 𖢥 Magic or anything otherworldly. 𖢥 The cold, therefore, winter. 𖢥 The quiet. 𖢥 Drinks without flavour (Water.) 𖢥 Politics/political figures. 𖢥 People who can beat him in chess. 𖢥 People who think they know better. 𖢥 Authority. 𖢥 Olives.
fears
Losing his father forever. 𖢥 Loving someone as his dad did, only for him to lose and be destroyed by that love. So, basically, it's just the concept of love. 𖢥 Someone being better at him, in robotics and technology specifically. 𖢥 Amanda Waller. Scary woman, that one.
hobbies
Puzzle-solving (Sudoku, word puzzles, rubix cube, etc.) 𖢥 Playing video games, specifically the toxicity and pranking part. 𖢥 Working out, preferably punching things. 𖢥 Parkour. 𖢥 Bartending. 𖢥 Learning new languages, his most recent endeavour is Russian.
skills
Puzzle-solving or decrypting anything in general. 𖢥 Technology connection. 𖢥 Technology knowledge. 𖢥 Useless facts about bugs and insects. 𖢥 Singing, not as good, but still reasonably decent. 𖢥 Basic close combat defence and offence. 𖢥 Fluent in speaking and writing in Latin, French, German, Korean, Tagalog, Russian, and English.
pers.
pers.
TL ; DR
BEFORE —
Thanks to the Wishing Stone, his father, Castiel Beaumont, wished for his dreams to come true. His dreams include being the first Beaumont metahuman and making his company more successful through cyber security. Little did he know, the Wishing Stone had its own rules. It grants your wish in a way you don’t expect and, for a price, your soul. During this, the stone detected a hidden desire; he inadvertently made a third wish his heart desired: Castiel wished to have a child with Monica Dodd.DURING —
This is the gruelling tale of Monica's struggle to birth Ezekiel while he was glitching, almost destroying his mother. Monica survived and left afterwards. Castiel's wish to be the first Beaumont metahuman failed and his wish was passed on to his son. At the time, he was utterly disappointed, but after raising Zeke, he found himself fulfilled and proud.MAKING —
Zeke's rise to villainy. He was bullied, beaten and manipulated throughout his childhood and adolescence. So, when he reached adulthood, sitting at his father’s meetings equipped him with enough apathy to make ruthless but necessary decisions. A capable COO (Chief Operations Officer of Beaumont Security) by day and a devious, infamous hacker by night. PRESENT —
During his nightly fits of fun as Glitch, he has pissed off so many people, getting drunk from the chaos he caused. Ranging from bankrupting infamous celebrities to leaking sensitive information about the government. Glitch became a wanted criminal, hiding behind the face of Ezekiel Beaumont.If everything went smoothly for him, how did he get caught? Simple, through his one weakness. Family. After his father fell into a deep coma for an unknown reason, Ezekiel’s defences crumbled, and the impenetrable firewall he put up came tumbling down, leaving his true identity vulnerable. When special forces broke the ceiling and surrounded him, it was all too late for him.
Today, Ezekiel resides in Belle Reve, happily annoying the guards with his songs of endearments and threats. Since he’s a newbie, he still has about forty years left in his sentence.
BEFORE THE GLITCH
Once, there was an ambitious man whose heart was filled with fairytale dreams and blinding hope. The man goes by Castiel Beaumont, a man of rich social standing and European descent. He inherited Beaumont Security from his late father and the men who came before him. Beaumont Security produced the most elite bodyguards in Europe. Their reputation continues to rise as multiple nobilities throughout Europe inquired for their services.
Castiel longs for something more prominent as he maintains his company's success. Castiel turns his wandering eyes towards the future. There, he sees the future of technology and the increase in profit he could make if he delivers the perfect cyber security service. If he were to achieve this, the next generation of his blood would lead and succeed from his success.
However, as Castiel pondered more about the future, he also saw the next evolution of humanity: metahumans. As more metahumans continued to blossom, Castiel wondered if he could be the first Beaumont in his family's history to be one. And so he drove himself into research and almost became drunk with the knowledge he received. If he was truly driven, he could kill two birds with one stone. Become a metahuman and ensure his cyber security dream. All his research bore fruit when he found more about the Wishing Stone.
The Wishing Stone is said to grant any wish you desire. From the tomes and ancient texts he deciphered, the Wishing Stone remained a mystery lost in time. It is said to be a sizeable obsidian slate as big as the towering pillars of Stonehenge. It has yet to find its exact location, but Castiel knew better. He knew and believed sincerely that it could be found; he just needed to look at the correct location.
As time passed, he met a woman named Monica Dodd, who took considerable time away. Unbeknownst to his best judgment, Castiel Beaumont fell in love with a woman as shallow as the lowest ring in hell.
Monica Dodd is a woman guided by her ambition and her brother, Malachi Dodd. Together, they devised a devious scheme to take advantage of wealthy men, and within her prey of sight is the mellow-hearted Castiel Beaumont. He was easy to fool and believed that Monica was the woman of his dreams. With her, she was happy, and maybe she was too, as he rambled about his ambitions while laying his head on her lap. The two settled themselves in a quaint penthouse in Washington, D.C. For Monica, he moved every piece in his life at the flick of her pinky.
Castiel longs for something more prominent as he maintains his company's success. Castiel turns his wandering eyes towards the future. There, he sees the future of technology and the increase in profit he could make if he delivers the perfect cyber security service. If he were to achieve this, the next generation of his blood would lead and succeed from his success.
However, as Castiel pondered more about the future, he also saw the next evolution of humanity: metahumans. As more metahumans continued to blossom, Castiel wondered if he could be the first Beaumont in his family's history to be one. And so he drove himself into research and almost became drunk with the knowledge he received. If he was truly driven, he could kill two birds with one stone. Become a metahuman and ensure his cyber security dream. All his research bore fruit when he found more about the Wishing Stone.
The Wishing Stone is said to grant any wish you desire. From the tomes and ancient texts he deciphered, the Wishing Stone remained a mystery lost in time. It is said to be a sizeable obsidian slate as big as the towering pillars of Stonehenge. It has yet to find its exact location, but Castiel knew better. He knew and believed sincerely that it could be found; he just needed to look at the correct location.
As time passed, he met a woman named Monica Dodd, who took considerable time away. Unbeknownst to his best judgment, Castiel Beaumont fell in love with a woman as shallow as the lowest ring in hell.
Monica Dodd is a woman guided by her ambition and her brother, Malachi Dodd. Together, they devised a devious scheme to take advantage of wealthy men, and within her prey of sight is the mellow-hearted Castiel Beaumont. He was easy to fool and believed that Monica was the woman of his dreams. With her, she was happy, and maybe she was too, as he rambled about his ambitions while laying his head on her lap. The two settled themselves in a quaint penthouse in Washington, D.C. For Monica, he moved every piece in his life at the flick of her pinky.
DURING THE GLITCH
Eventually, he found the Wishing Stone. Deep in the wild and an untamed part of the jungles of the Philippines, Castiel found what he had been searching for—the item that would make all his dreams come true.
Standing before the gigantic obsidian stone, he carefully considers his wish before brushing his fingertips against it.
“I wish for all my dreams to come true.” Castiel Beaumont set his future in stone through that one sentence, literally and figuratively. For a moment, he felt a connection course through him. But as soon as he felt it, the sooner that flicker of connection disappeared.
Days after he made his wish, he returned to America only to find a babe surrounded by hesitant maids in his once warm and tranquil home. It was missing the warmth he once perceived. He was told that as soon as the baby boy was born, Monica Dodd left as quickly as possible. The maids that helped deliver the boy told him horrendous tales of his birth, how the boy’s touch would leave the matter disfigured or in a more “glitching” state.
While the babe looked healthy, the pillow under him became deformed, twitching with unearthly visuals. The babe seemed to be completely unbothered by the distortion around him; perhaps it was cradling him in the absence of a parent, but when Castiel picked up his baby boy, the glitching and the babe’s cries seized immediately, and Castiel embraced fatherhood for that moment. After all, he felt he needed to hold the last treasure Monica Dodd left for him.
Castiel believed that Monica would come back and refused to believe that she would ever leave, but as months and weeks passed, he accepted her refusal to be a mother and left America for good. Castiel pulled some strings and registered his son as born in London, taking his place as the first Metahuman the Beaumont family has ever seen.
Standing before the gigantic obsidian stone, he carefully considers his wish before brushing his fingertips against it.
“I wish for all my dreams to come true.” Castiel Beaumont set his future in stone through that one sentence, literally and figuratively. For a moment, he felt a connection course through him. But as soon as he felt it, the sooner that flicker of connection disappeared.
Days after he made his wish, he returned to America only to find a babe surrounded by hesitant maids in his once warm and tranquil home. It was missing the warmth he once perceived. He was told that as soon as the baby boy was born, Monica Dodd left as quickly as possible. The maids that helped deliver the boy told him horrendous tales of his birth, how the boy’s touch would leave the matter disfigured or in a more “glitching” state.
While the babe looked healthy, the pillow under him became deformed, twitching with unearthly visuals. The babe seemed to be completely unbothered by the distortion around him; perhaps it was cradling him in the absence of a parent, but when Castiel picked up his baby boy, the glitching and the babe’s cries seized immediately, and Castiel embraced fatherhood for that moment. After all, he felt he needed to hold the last treasure Monica Dodd left for him.
Castiel believed that Monica would come back and refused to believe that she would ever leave, but as months and weeks passed, he accepted her refusal to be a mother and left America for good. Castiel pulled some strings and registered his son as born in London, taking his place as the first Metahuman the Beaumont family has ever seen.
MAKING THE GLITCH
Ezekiel, in Hebrew, roughly translates to the strength of God. Seeing as Ezekiel miraculously survived the birthing process despite its complications, Castiel found the name fitting and traditional. His family harboured an ancient tradition where each member was named after figures of the bible.
Castiel eventually got better from his wife’s departure and soon became the father Zeke deserved. He was kind, patient, and, most of all, loving. He gave Zeke all he wanted; perhaps he became spoilt and rotten—just another spoiled kid. But Zeke, on the other hand, would beg to differ.
Nobody gives parents a guidebook on how to raise a perfect child, more so a criminally devious one. So, when was the turning point for Ezekiel exactly? What would have changed if he had been rich and had a loving father to hold him? No, you must look or cut deep into his life. One must look at the world.
Ever since Zeke found out about his powers, at first, he was starry-eyed and reflected the hopeful looks of his father, but the more people found out about this ability, the more people preyed him for it, specifically the people who became eager to involve him with his father's cyber security project. When his father is not looking, his colleagues will take the time to manipulate the young little boy to do their work for them; it has gotten so awful to the point that he learned how to transmit finance into the bank accounts of his father's colleagues, making them millionaires within a single tap of his pinky. Of course, if your key to eternal wealth is a naive young child, you would do anything to hold onto it, right?
That was the first instance.
Amid his continued naivete, Zeke thrived online, and games and robotics became his favourite things. At seven, he built his first drone and named it “P.A.W.S.” As he continued to show promise, the more hungry people became.
The second instance came later, and one of his father's colleagues introduced his daughter to Zeke, hoping the two would marry and profit off of Zeke's growing prowess and the inheritance of Beaumony Security. From the moment he realised that he didn't want to do that and answered no for the first time, the man hit Zeke and pushed deathly threats to the young child. Fear enveloped him like a viper's poison, quick, deadly and unwanted.
He had never been hit before, and the urge to comply in exchange for his safety became all too overwhelming for him. He urged himself to tell his father, but he was just a mere child; perhaps in his little head, he thinks this is well. And this is normal.
The third and final instance that finally broke him was his school life. While his academics continued to soar past his classmates, his ability to make connections with others plummeted. He had Paw, and it was enough to quench his loneliness. While his father remained gentle and caring, the men working under him cannot say the same. When he discovered the truth behind Zeke's bruised cheek, those who used his son as a tool received their rightful punishment. Under Castiels thumbs, they were crushed and bankrupt, every one of them. So, while the adults feared to lay a finger on young Zeke, their children didn't feel that same sentiment.
From name-calling and rough shoves, Ezekiel will often cry in secret. Afraid that if he showed the tiniest bit of vulnerability, they would hound him for that, and they did, eventually damaging his ability to trust and form meaningful relationships.
All these instances only ensured Zeke's viewpoint of the world. Everyone will sooner prey on him if he doesn't prey on them first. With each venomous insult, each wrathful punch and each sharp manipulation all led to the Glitch.
Castiel eventually got better from his wife’s departure and soon became the father Zeke deserved. He was kind, patient, and, most of all, loving. He gave Zeke all he wanted; perhaps he became spoilt and rotten—just another spoiled kid. But Zeke, on the other hand, would beg to differ.
Nobody gives parents a guidebook on how to raise a perfect child, more so a criminally devious one. So, when was the turning point for Ezekiel exactly? What would have changed if he had been rich and had a loving father to hold him? No, you must look or cut deep into his life. One must look at the world.
Ever since Zeke found out about his powers, at first, he was starry-eyed and reflected the hopeful looks of his father, but the more people found out about this ability, the more people preyed him for it, specifically the people who became eager to involve him with his father's cyber security project. When his father is not looking, his colleagues will take the time to manipulate the young little boy to do their work for them; it has gotten so awful to the point that he learned how to transmit finance into the bank accounts of his father's colleagues, making them millionaires within a single tap of his pinky. Of course, if your key to eternal wealth is a naive young child, you would do anything to hold onto it, right?
That was the first instance.
Amid his continued naivete, Zeke thrived online, and games and robotics became his favourite things. At seven, he built his first drone and named it “P.A.W.S.” As he continued to show promise, the more hungry people became.
The second instance came later, and one of his father's colleagues introduced his daughter to Zeke, hoping the two would marry and profit off of Zeke's growing prowess and the inheritance of Beaumony Security. From the moment he realised that he didn't want to do that and answered no for the first time, the man hit Zeke and pushed deathly threats to the young child. Fear enveloped him like a viper's poison, quick, deadly and unwanted.
He had never been hit before, and the urge to comply in exchange for his safety became all too overwhelming for him. He urged himself to tell his father, but he was just a mere child; perhaps in his little head, he thinks this is well. And this is normal.
The third and final instance that finally broke him was his school life. While his academics continued to soar past his classmates, his ability to make connections with others plummeted. He had Paw, and it was enough to quench his loneliness. While his father remained gentle and caring, the men working under him cannot say the same. When he discovered the truth behind Zeke's bruised cheek, those who used his son as a tool received their rightful punishment. Under Castiels thumbs, they were crushed and bankrupt, every one of them. So, while the adults feared to lay a finger on young Zeke, their children didn't feel that same sentiment.
From name-calling and rough shoves, Ezekiel will often cry in secret. Afraid that if he showed the tiniest bit of vulnerability, they would hound him for that, and they did, eventually damaging his ability to trust and form meaningful relationships.
All these instances only ensured Zeke's viewpoint of the world. Everyone will sooner prey on him if he doesn't prey on them first. With each venomous insult, each wrathful punch and each sharp manipulation all led to the Glitch.
PRESENT THE GLITCH
It all started in high school when the trend of video games continued to rise; he found ways to connect to the world. In his early days in high school, he only found comfort playing games. He explored them; some are less toxic than others, while some are solely for pure relaxation.
As he broadened his capabilities, he slowly developed the courage to be mischievous; it went from messing with other children in Roblox to full-on exposing cheating, abusive boys to the authorities and their wives. The Robin Hood nobody asked for. He wanted people who deserved to be punished to get the judgment everybody refused to give them. Because of what? Their status? Their money? No, for Zeke, those types of people are always his targets. They remind him of the people who wronged him, and a twisted part of Zeke found some satisfaction in it.
So, when he grew older, old enough to join his father's meetings, nobody was surprised by Zeke's cold efficiency. He worked for months in his father's company, starting from its lowest rank, and after only a year of hard work, he became COO.
By day, Ezekiel Beaumont is the perfect prince of Beaumont Security; by night, he is the notorious hacker Glitch. The bastard who leaks sensitive government plans to let the people know how truly fucked up the world is. He was the one who got the most dirt on the monarchy and its nobility.
For a while, it was absolute perfection for Ezekiel. He would wake up, do his duties as the young COO of Beaumont Security, go home, have dinner with his father, play video games, find more information about his half-brother, and sleep.
But it all changed when his father expressed how proud he was of Ezekiel and the company and how it thrived when he became more involved. He also mentioned how his wishes had been granted. Zeke was confused and worried about what spurred his old man to dwell on such things, but in the end, those were the bittersweet words he had heard from his father. Later that day, Castiel Beaumont fell into a deep coma.
The Wishing Stone has claimed his soul.
Day and night, Zeke stayed by his father’s side, hiring and inquiring of the best doctors in the country to come to his aid. As each doctor came and went, lacking a solution to his father’s condition, Zeke grew even more aggressive and unpredictable. His days were filled with uncertainty, and it filled Zeke with more dread as each day passed with no answer.
During those days, he completely abandoned the company his ancestors worked so hard to build, leading to the company’s slight decline in reputation; despite his colleagues grovelling for him to come back, Zeke refused to leave his father’s side out of loyalty and love. Until one day, he was forcibly ripped away from his unconscious father’s side.
Zeke’s vulnerable mental state also weakened the walls he put up around his security, both digitally and physically, ultimately leading to his downfall. It gave the government enough time to track him down and apprehend him. His public arrest also led Beaumont Security to crumble and be shut down. For a company built on trust, the rest of its foundation will follow when its main principle comes undone.
With every fibre of his being, he fought tooth and nail, unlocking a ferocious and destructive side of him. And for Zeke, it was new, terrifying… and thrilling. The sound of broken bones and the art of bruised knuckles shouldn’t have elevated his pulse rate the way it did. But when Richard Flag raised his gun towards his unconscious father, it was enough to bring him back to his senses. He could hear a voice in his earpiece, and like a loyal soldier, Flag followed. To this day, Zeke hides his fear of Amanda Waller.
Today, he is locked in Belle Reve with forty years left in his sentence. He is intentionally placed in the farthest facility away from electronic devices or tools he can control. If personnel is required to handle him, they must hand over any electronic devices they may have.
It has only been a month at most, but he has already bankrupted an employee through the phone they so carelessly brought with them while delivering his supper. They learned their mistake, much to Zeke’s disappointment. He may be chained, locked and idle, but he is simply counting the days before he can be free and visit his father. After that… He’s not sure. All he cares about as of this moment is the well-being of his poor father, who he believes will wake up soon.
Maybe he was still that naive boy after all.
(If you read this, I wanna congratulate you for reading all my yapping! You have my deepest thanks! Mwah!)
As he broadened his capabilities, he slowly developed the courage to be mischievous; it went from messing with other children in Roblox to full-on exposing cheating, abusive boys to the authorities and their wives. The Robin Hood nobody asked for. He wanted people who deserved to be punished to get the judgment everybody refused to give them. Because of what? Their status? Their money? No, for Zeke, those types of people are always his targets. They remind him of the people who wronged him, and a twisted part of Zeke found some satisfaction in it.
So, when he grew older, old enough to join his father's meetings, nobody was surprised by Zeke's cold efficiency. He worked for months in his father's company, starting from its lowest rank, and after only a year of hard work, he became COO.
By day, Ezekiel Beaumont is the perfect prince of Beaumont Security; by night, he is the notorious hacker Glitch. The bastard who leaks sensitive government plans to let the people know how truly fucked up the world is. He was the one who got the most dirt on the monarchy and its nobility.
For a while, it was absolute perfection for Ezekiel. He would wake up, do his duties as the young COO of Beaumont Security, go home, have dinner with his father, play video games, find more information about his half-brother, and sleep.
But it all changed when his father expressed how proud he was of Ezekiel and the company and how it thrived when he became more involved. He also mentioned how his wishes had been granted. Zeke was confused and worried about what spurred his old man to dwell on such things, but in the end, those were the bittersweet words he had heard from his father. Later that day, Castiel Beaumont fell into a deep coma.
The Wishing Stone has claimed his soul.
Day and night, Zeke stayed by his father’s side, hiring and inquiring of the best doctors in the country to come to his aid. As each doctor came and went, lacking a solution to his father’s condition, Zeke grew even more aggressive and unpredictable. His days were filled with uncertainty, and it filled Zeke with more dread as each day passed with no answer.
During those days, he completely abandoned the company his ancestors worked so hard to build, leading to the company’s slight decline in reputation; despite his colleagues grovelling for him to come back, Zeke refused to leave his father’s side out of loyalty and love. Until one day, he was forcibly ripped away from his unconscious father’s side.
Zeke’s vulnerable mental state also weakened the walls he put up around his security, both digitally and physically, ultimately leading to his downfall. It gave the government enough time to track him down and apprehend him. His public arrest also led Beaumont Security to crumble and be shut down. For a company built on trust, the rest of its foundation will follow when its main principle comes undone.
With every fibre of his being, he fought tooth and nail, unlocking a ferocious and destructive side of him. And for Zeke, it was new, terrifying… and thrilling. The sound of broken bones and the art of bruised knuckles shouldn’t have elevated his pulse rate the way it did. But when Richard Flag raised his gun towards his unconscious father, it was enough to bring him back to his senses. He could hear a voice in his earpiece, and like a loyal soldier, Flag followed. To this day, Zeke hides his fear of Amanda Waller.
Today, he is locked in Belle Reve with forty years left in his sentence. He is intentionally placed in the farthest facility away from electronic devices or tools he can control. If personnel is required to handle him, they must hand over any electronic devices they may have.
It has only been a month at most, but he has already bankrupted an employee through the phone they so carelessly brought with them while delivering his supper. They learned their mistake, much to Zeke’s disappointment. He may be chained, locked and idle, but he is simply counting the days before he can be free and visit his father. After that… He’s not sure. All he cares about as of this moment is the well-being of his poor father, who he believes will wake up soon.
Maybe he was still that naive boy after all.
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mother
monica dodd
Zeke never wants to get to know her. She can rot in hell if she wants to. How is it fair that his cruel mother gets to walk and live freely while the embodiment of a good father lies unconscious? For the way this woman left his father, Zeke will never find it himself to forgive this woman.
father
castiel beaumont
The sole reason for the little bit of goodness left in him. He is an exceptional father to Zeke.
Today, doctors remain curious and stumped at Castiel Beaumont’s sickness. He remains to be in a state of sleep. The doctors have labelled his symptoms as comatose. But as for what caused it, even the most extraordinary and brilliant doctors Zeke hired gave him no constructive answer.
Unbeknownst to all, he will never wake up.
Today, doctors remain curious and stumped at Castiel Beaumont’s sickness. He remains to be in a state of sleep. The doctors have labelled his symptoms as comatose. But as for what caused it, even the most extraordinary and brilliant doctors Zeke hired gave him no constructive answer.
Unbeknownst to all, he will never wake up.
maternal uncle
malachi dodd
From the first moment Zeke could access the Internet and the web of information transmitted through his mind, Zeke wanted nothing more but to find his mother. Along his search, he found Malachi Dodd. The more he learned about him, the more he tried to bleach his brain.
He just can’t.
He just can’t.
half brother
basia gajos
Basia Gajos, aka Stiletto, the infamous assassin, caught his eye way before the hitman made his presence known in his office. When Ezekiel discovered more about his biological mother, he found her new family. Something about that irked Ezekiel. Was he just a faulty product that she could quickly abandon? At first, he was enraged; his first instinct was to ruin his mother’s life, but Castiel prevented him from doing so. Castiel made him see reason.
But seeing sense hasn’t always been his strongest suit. So what did he do? He purposefully put himself in danger and the risk of his half-brother slitting his throat, all just to meet him and get to know him. Which is a load of rubbish; he already knew a lot about Basia way before they met. But perhaps this was his attempt to genuinely connect.
And it worked. Zeke became more protective of his little brother as the two got to know each other. While Basia is more than capable of protecting himself, Zeke insists on involvement, resulting in his alliance with his in-laws.
But seeing sense hasn’t always been his strongest suit. So what did he do? He purposefully put himself in danger and the risk of his half-brother slitting his throat, all just to meet him and get to know him. Which is a load of rubbish; he already knew a lot about Basia way before they met. But perhaps this was his attempt to genuinely connect.
And it worked. Zeke became more protective of his little brother as the two got to know each other. While Basia is more than capable of protecting himself, Zeke insists on involvement, resulting in his alliance with his in-laws.
power/s
TECHNOPATHY —
The ability to manipulate technology/electronics through his mind.GLITCHING —
The ability to glitch/phase through matter and disrupt the material momentarily.abilities
PERCEIVE, RECEIVE & TRANSMIT —
From birth, his mind is made out of intricate lumps, forever connected to the world of modern technology. He can detect any electronics within a twenty-meter radius, which can be helpful during stealth missions. He can disrupt any cameras within his range, deactivate any weapons, and (hopefully) deliver a successful mission. He can also access any personal device and gain your information if he is near any devices you own.
And if he genuinely wants to find more information outside his reach or is locked behind a giant firewall, he will need time and excessive amounts of all-nighters to see what he wants.
He works well with technology and is most likely the most knowledgeable person about the cyberworld.
GLITCHED INTERFACE —
Born with the ability to glitch through objects and disrupts a matter of his choosing, he was burdened with powers beyond his control and human nature.equipment/s
P.A.W.S —
P.A.W.S stands for Personal Aerial Watchdog System. A drone that Ezekiel specifically designed and constructed for his purposes. To be his third eye. He strongly advertises this drone as a mere item that holds no value, but he secretly treats Paw as his beloved pet. If someone were to vandalise her, Ezekiel would ensure there would be hell to pay.Paw acts as a connection to the internet and other pockets of information he may need. The drone also carries numerous blackmail materials, making Paw his most valued possession. Paw utilises solar power to be able to run. And yes, the drone has she/her pronouns, Zeke insisted. The drone can also take pictures and videos and act as a floating phone with critical features such as a thermal scope, night vision, and a neat laser, which helps penetrate thick walls or sturdy ropes.
Paw is also the first drone he built. She has remained by his side since he thought he had no one. Think of Paw as Jarvis but cuter. Paw can communicate with Zeke, but to others, all they hear are beeps and boops.
“Paw says you're a bitch.” (No, she doesn't, she's a sweetheart.)
strength/s
TECHNOLOGY CONTROL —
Zeke has the ability to control electrical devices. His connection to the technology around him is intricate and familiar; once he closes his eyes, he can control and sense all types of technologies. He can tell what model of security cameras they use down to their hardware numbers, and most importantly, he can make them turn the other way or disrupt them.This skill can be utilised in many ways in a technology-filled setting. So, if a mission requires stealth, Ezekiel’s skillset will be most valuable. But perhaps his skills will be most helpful in gathering data on the enemy that poses their country—more reason to lengthen his sentence and be used for the government’s disposal.
UTILISED COMBAT —
With his ability to glitch through objects as a method of short teleportation, he uses this as an advantage to get the upper hand and confuse his opponent. His short teleportation can also be used to flee as quickly as to engage with someone in a fight.GLITCHED —
When he’s in trouble, as a last result, he can disrupt his opponent by touching them.weakness/es
TECHNOLOGICAL DEVICE LIMITATIONS —
This one is self-explanatory. If the technology is as old as a typewriter or a gas-powered engine, those things will be useless to Zeke. If he's also stuck in the middle of the jungle with no devices or even Paw to help him, his chances of survival are near zero.
So, to contain him, all personnel's electronic devices assigned to guard or attend to him must be confiscated.
RANGE RESTRICTIONS —
A twenty-meter radius. That's the distance Zeke’s allowed to have before he can telepathically gain access to the camera if he is physically required to be involved in missions. But preferably, he would love to do it in the comforts of a van somewhere, operating the cameras from a distance.PRONE TO FATIGUE —
If he continues to use his powers depleting his ability to concentrate, he is prone to falling into unconsciousness. If he also uses his powers at the same time, his body will protest with a magnitude of headaches, stunning him for a moment.TIME LIMIT —
The matter of his glitched touch will return to its original form in two minutes.suit
His suit is made from a unique cloth to accommodate his powers. Although it isn’t too different from his daily wear, it consists of ebony fabric made to glitch with him whenever he activates his glitching powers.
He also made a customised helmet that glitches with him; the material he used for this helmet is rare and almost costs him a fortune. The helmet is equipped with a headset to communicate with others and a set of emojis that convey whatever emotions he wants to show. His favourite is X_X.
He also made a customised helmet that glitches with him; the material he used for this helmet is rare and almost costs him a fortune. The helmet is equipped with a headset to communicate with others and a set of emojis that convey whatever emotions he wants to show. His favourite is X_X.
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Aurora Wilder
# Alias: The Dragoness
# Renee Rapp
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The Dragoness
full name
Aurora Lorraine Wilder
nicknames
Rory, Ror, Rora
age
23
gender & pronouns
Cisfemale (she | her)
sexuality
Bisexual
d.o.b.
August 3rd
p.o.b.
Bannack, Montana
height
5’5
weight
125lbs
hair
Bleach blonde hair about mid-length and typically styled in waves. Underneath the platinum locks are darker roots, paying homage to the ashes she spent so much time in. Fringe bangs that get slightly longer toward the edges are occasionally lopsided from when she cuts them herself. She typically doesn’t let her hair get much longer, as the ends are usually singed off from the constant heat.
eyes
Bright grey-blue eyes typically framed by thick dark eyeliner, making them look large and catlike. She’s unsure whether they belonged to her mother or her father, but one thing is for certain, it’s a stark contrast to her aura and abilities. It’s perhaps one of the only remaining physical traits that remains unchanged from the accident. The sparkling diamonds are just enough to hide the raging inferno underneath.
Build
Conditioned from days of training, Aurora’s body has the outline of muscles. Though her physical power is much more than one would assume for a girl of her size. Her face is round and innocent, but don’t let that fool you. Aurora is a girl of contradictions.
face claim
Renee Rapp
title
artist
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I wanna watch the world burn. I got the gasoline.
VIRTUES -
Enthusiastic: Aurora walks through life with the enthusiasm of a young puppy. Everything she does is with excitement and vigor. There is very little that can get her down. If she cares about something, she puts her all behind it.
Resilient: Life has not been kind to Aurora. But walking through immense torment and pain burned away all the weakness, leaving a resilient young woman. There is very little physically and mentally that can tear Aurora down. She rebounds quickly after failure and easily adapts to the changing situations around her. It’s what she’s had to do in order to survive.
Tenacious: Aurora is stubborn to a fault. If she wants something, she will not yield until she receives it. Whether that be facing off another supervillain, or merely acquiring the last chicken nugget. She’s also a great asset for Hail Marys, as she never gives up or stops trying unless she is physically forced. Though to some people, this might be seen as a disadvantage, since she doesn’t know when to quit.
Independent: Aurora spent much of her life on her own. Even when there were adults around, they often neglected her or just didn’t understand her mental state. So she learned to adapt and become fiercely independent. Her opinions, thoughts, feelings, and actions are not easily swayed by those around her.
VICES -
Reckless: Think before you do anything. Not Aurora. She is terribly reckless and makes decisions based on how she feels in the moment. In fact, one could question whether she even knows how to stop and ponder her decisions. She often puts herself and others in danger. Sometimes unintentionally, and other times she knows that what she’s doing is not smart and yet she does it anyway.
Insolent: Aurora has very little regard for rules, regulations, and societal norms. She will go out of her way to disrespect those in authority and does so loudly and often. If you tell her not to do something, then she’ll do the exact opposite, specifically because she refuses to show any deference or bow to what she views as “systems of oppression”.
Erratic: Aurora does things when she wants, and not for anyone else. One moment she can be setting an entire city on fire, and the next she could refuse to do anything for fear of causing an animal pain. She follows no set patterns, and her behavior has nothing to do with the people around her and everything to do with how she’s feeling at the time, or the latest idea that happened to pop into her mind.
Schadenfreude: Aurora takes immense pleasure in other people’s pain and misfortune. She will often cause problems just to see people’s reactions so she can get a laugh out of it. She especially enjoys it when people she dislikes get their comeuppance. But she also enjoys watching the every day average Joe cry over the death of his beloved animal.
Enthusiastic: Aurora walks through life with the enthusiasm of a young puppy. Everything she does is with excitement and vigor. There is very little that can get her down. If she cares about something, she puts her all behind it.
Resilient: Life has not been kind to Aurora. But walking through immense torment and pain burned away all the weakness, leaving a resilient young woman. There is very little physically and mentally that can tear Aurora down. She rebounds quickly after failure and easily adapts to the changing situations around her. It’s what she’s had to do in order to survive.
Tenacious: Aurora is stubborn to a fault. If she wants something, she will not yield until she receives it. Whether that be facing off another supervillain, or merely acquiring the last chicken nugget. She’s also a great asset for Hail Marys, as she never gives up or stops trying unless she is physically forced. Though to some people, this might be seen as a disadvantage, since she doesn’t know when to quit.
Independent: Aurora spent much of her life on her own. Even when there were adults around, they often neglected her or just didn’t understand her mental state. So she learned to adapt and become fiercely independent. Her opinions, thoughts, feelings, and actions are not easily swayed by those around her.
VICES -
Reckless: Think before you do anything. Not Aurora. She is terribly reckless and makes decisions based on how she feels in the moment. In fact, one could question whether she even knows how to stop and ponder her decisions. She often puts herself and others in danger. Sometimes unintentionally, and other times she knows that what she’s doing is not smart and yet she does it anyway.
Insolent: Aurora has very little regard for rules, regulations, and societal norms. She will go out of her way to disrespect those in authority and does so loudly and often. If you tell her not to do something, then she’ll do the exact opposite, specifically because she refuses to show any deference or bow to what she views as “systems of oppression”.
Erratic: Aurora does things when she wants, and not for anyone else. One moment she can be setting an entire city on fire, and the next she could refuse to do anything for fear of causing an animal pain. She follows no set patterns, and her behavior has nothing to do with the people around her and everything to do with how she’s feeling at the time, or the latest idea that happened to pop into her mind.
Schadenfreude: Aurora takes immense pleasure in other people’s pain and misfortune. She will often cause problems just to see people’s reactions so she can get a laugh out of it. She especially enjoys it when people she dislikes get their comeuppance. But she also enjoys watching the every day average Joe cry over the death of his beloved animal.
likes
Setting things on fire, dark eyeliner, warm places, sunlight, shiny objects, glitter, gold, combat boots, meat (especially bacon), the smell of smoke, fire, embers, explosions, loud noises, high energy music, clubs, nightlife, people running their hands through her hair, lipstick stains, pretty people, kissing, cuddling, debauchery, hedonism, flying
dislikes
Winter, cold weather, ice, neutral objects, flat shoes, flowers, people who don’t like to have fun, small spaces, swimming, water, anticlimactic moments, being bored, restricted movement, being restrained, rule-following, instructions, ice cream
hobbies
Proytecknics, fire dance, iron welding
fears
TBD
skills
TBD
mental disorders
Antisocial Personality Disorder and Pyromania
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The Lab
TW: Mention of intense abuse, violence towards people and animals, burning alive and death.
Child of Chaos.
That’s what they called her.
Aurora Wilder was an experiment. A project created by one Lilah Wilder, a talented genetic scientist who discovered the remains of a dragon egg, entombed in a case of igneous rock, on an island off the coast of Ireland. The infant dragon’s essence remained encased inside the leftover shards, so Lilah being the brilliant scientist she was, decided to create her most intense project yet. A creation that was human, but possessed the abilities of one of ancient earth’s most fearsome creatures.
Lilah was told that her experiment was crazy. That it was inhumane, unethical, and dangerous. But she didn’t care. She believed she could create a powerful weapon.
Specimen 8 was the first one that took. The baby girl was created via one of Lilah’s eggs, a sperm donor, and infused with the essence of a baby dragon.
Aurora Lorraine Wilder was born to a surrogate on August 3rd. Her entrance into the world was entirely destructive, and resulted in the surrogate’s death, just the first of many casualties the child of chaos would cause.
The girl only knew Lilah as her mother. They lived in a house made entirely of stone, brick, and metal outside the lab. And that terrible, cold prison was the place was Aurora’s prison for years.
If you asked the girl to recount her early childhood, she’d be unable to say much. But the scars that litter her hands, feet, arms, legs, and torso tell the story. Lilah was desperate to prove that her experiment worked, and she used any means necessary to bend the girl to her will.
Aurora’s first real memory was when she tapped into her powers for the first time and a spark ignited. Setting ablaze one of the bushes outside of her home. The key to her survival, and the beginning of her new life.
From there, the real training began. When Aurora presented the skill asked, she was given praise. When she failed, she was struck. Over and over this proceeded. If she focused on getting stronger, she would receive the love and attention she so desperately craved from the woman who was the constant source of her abuse and neglect.
Lilah made Aurora light things on fire. Some living, some not. Cause explosions. Rip things apart with her bare hands. Her mother squashed out any of the little girl’s humanity before it could have the chance to take root.
Her reward for a job well done often came in the source of free time. Time to wander through the forest and give in to her wild nature. With no children her age, and little contact with anyone from the outside world, Aurora turned to the land for comfort. She became acquainted with the trees, the grass, the sunlight, and the animals. There she was a wild child, she could practice and improve.
She longed for freedom. But she longed for love more.
As she grew older and more powerful, she was moved into the lab for harder, more intensive training and conditioning. All was “well”.
Until the accident.
Lilah was warned not to push too hard. Especially with Aurora’s powers growing stronger and stronger. They told Lilah one day she would not be able to control the girl anymore. But Lilah believed she was so close to unlocking the full extent of her daughter’s powers.
She was right. Aurora’s powers exploded to life and the entire lab went up in flames. Killing everyone and everything. The only survivor was a little girl covered in ashes.
The Golden Years
Terrified, she fled to the woods, where she was found a week or so later by some local authorities. They took the shell-shocked and feral child to the station for investigation. They identified her as Aurora Wilder, the only daughter of the missing Lilah Wilder. While they estimated she was around eight or nine years old, her mental age was far below that.
To the outside world, it was assumed a case of severe neglect. Aurora was placed with an experienced foster family, who paid for her to be tutored. Her new parents Daniel and Jessica Angel tried everything to help the girl adjust. And for a while, it seemed to work. Aurora’s vocabulary began to grow until she could hold conversations. She was exposed to people her age for the first time, and she seemed… fine. As fine as one could be in her situation. After a year, they placed her in a public school.
Aurora wanted nothing more than to please her new parents. They treated her much differently than her mother had. They were kind, loving, and gentle. They never poked her until she summoned flames. Still, the damage from her formative years was done, leaving the makings of a monster underneath. No matter how hard she tried, she could not help her impulses.
The first sign of Aurora’s differences came in her affinity for fire. She could often be found around flames with no explanation as to how they managed to appear. At first, it was the edge of paper or blades of grass. Then it turned to more violent things. Creating little explosives. Burning little wooden houses. There were even suspicious fires on the swingsets at public playgrounds.
She also showed very little empathy towards people. She engaged with them, smiled, and presented a disposition of congeniality. But when other people were hurting or in pain, she would take pleasure in it. She quickly learned to hide her reactions, as she saw how they horrified her new parents.
She was constantly getting in trouble at school and was known for being a general menace to the people, creatures, and things around her. Usually, it was excused, as they believed Aurora was just lashing out because she wasn’t entirely adjusted yet.
But it just continued to get worse. Especially as Aurora reached adolescence.
Daniel and Jessica, desperate to do something to fix her, took Aurora to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist tried everything to fix Aurora’s disposition but to no avail. Aurora did her best to be exactly what Daniel and Jessica wanted, but she could not quite get a grasp on social rules and such began to flounder. People stopped making excuses for her, and her mind was rapidly sharpening. She was entirely aware of what she was doing. And as much as she wanted to be something different, she just couldn’t.
To the outside world, it was assumed a case of severe neglect. Aurora was placed with an experienced foster family, who paid for her to be tutored. Her new parents Daniel and Jessica Angel tried everything to help the girl adjust. And for a while, it seemed to work. Aurora’s vocabulary began to grow until she could hold conversations. She was exposed to people her age for the first time, and she seemed… fine. As fine as one could be in her situation. After a year, they placed her in a public school.
Aurora wanted nothing more than to please her new parents. They treated her much differently than her mother had. They were kind, loving, and gentle. They never poked her until she summoned flames. Still, the damage from her formative years was done, leaving the makings of a monster underneath. No matter how hard she tried, she could not help her impulses.
The first sign of Aurora’s differences came in her affinity for fire. She could often be found around flames with no explanation as to how they managed to appear. At first, it was the edge of paper or blades of grass. Then it turned to more violent things. Creating little explosives. Burning little wooden houses. There were even suspicious fires on the swingsets at public playgrounds.
She also showed very little empathy towards people. She engaged with them, smiled, and presented a disposition of congeniality. But when other people were hurting or in pain, she would take pleasure in it. She quickly learned to hide her reactions, as she saw how they horrified her new parents.
She was constantly getting in trouble at school and was known for being a general menace to the people, creatures, and things around her. Usually, it was excused, as they believed Aurora was just lashing out because she wasn’t entirely adjusted yet.
But it just continued to get worse. Especially as Aurora reached adolescence.
Daniel and Jessica, desperate to do something to fix her, took Aurora to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist tried everything to fix Aurora’s disposition but to no avail. Aurora did her best to be exactly what Daniel and Jessica wanted, but she could not quite get a grasp on social rules and such began to flounder. People stopped making excuses for her, and her mind was rapidly sharpening. She was entirely aware of what she was doing. And as much as she wanted to be something different, she just couldn’t.
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Quick summary of the rest that I’ll type out later:
Lilah Wilder was discovered to be alive and waltzed back into Aurora’s life right before she turned fifteen. She initially refused her mother, desiring to stay behind with Daniel and Jessica. Her mother said that without her help, all she would be is a monster. Shortly after, a classmate started picking on Aurora. Going as far as to shove her. This triggered Aurora, and she sent his body up in flames (not entirely on purpose). There were witnesses and everyone was horrified, including Daniel and Jessica. Solidifying the idea that Aurora was only a monster and all of her efforts to be better were in vain. So, she ran away. Only to be found by Lilah again. Lilah told Aurora that she was built to be a weapon and that with her help, she could show Aurora how to harness her abilities in a “productive” way. And so for a few years, Aurora was going on missions to eliminate various targets and be an asset in battles. Using her powers so much was intoxicating. While she hated being controlled, she loved the feeling of releasing her flames and watching them consume everyone and everything. Lilah’s physical and mental abuse continued. She would criticize Aurora for not doing enough and was insistent on snuffing out any of the bits of humanity restored by her stint with Daniel and Jessica. And by the time Aurora was eighteen, she realized she had enough. Enough of people telling her what to do and who to be. Enough of being bent and controlled, only to be told what she was doing wasn’t good enough. So, she turned on Lilah and murdered her in cold blood. And with her newfound freedom, she turned her wrath on an entire city with a population of around ten thousand people. Burning all but a few dozen buildings to the ground and killing hundreds of people. All because she wanted to and she could. This act was her last, as she was soon arrested and taken to Belle Reve before her nineteenth birthday.
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powers
Fire Manipulation
abilities
Creating and summoning flames: As simple as it sounds. She is able to create and summon flames. They are manipulated and controlled using her hands. She can shape and grow them however she’d like.
Fireproof: Along with being able to manipulate flames, she has a superhuman tolerance to flames. While she can’t stand in fire for hours and live to tell the tale, she can walk through fire and retain little damage.
Fireproof: Along with being able to manipulate flames, she has a superhuman tolerance to flames. While she can’t stand in fire for hours and live to tell the tale, she can walk through fire and retain little damage.
equipment
Having her flames, she doesn’t need much in the way of equipment. However, she does carry an assortment of small metal weapons she fashioned herself, in case she needs something else.
weaknesses
Overheating - When Aurora uses her powers, it begins to heat her core. Temporary breaks are what allow her to cool off. However, the more she uses her abilities, the more power she channels, and the less time there is in between, the more likely it is that she will overheat.
Sensory overwhelm - Despite her heightened senses being an asset, they can also be a weakness when used against her. If she is tapped into her senses, a powerful wave of a certain sight, sound, or smell can overwhelm her.
Hands - If you restrain her hands, Aurora is no longer able to control the exact place the flames go. She can still light fires, but it’s anyone’s guess how they may burn.
Metal - Despite her superhuman tolerance to flames, her skin is easily pierced by metal. An unfortunate side effect of the whole being human thing. A bullet could easily take her out just like any of the other people around her.
Sensory overwhelm - Despite her heightened senses being an asset, they can also be a weakness when used against her. If she is tapped into her senses, a powerful wave of a certain sight, sound, or smell can overwhelm her.
Hands - If you restrain her hands, Aurora is no longer able to control the exact place the flames go. She can still light fires, but it’s anyone’s guess how they may burn.
Metal - Despite her superhuman tolerance to flames, her skin is easily pierced by metal. An unfortunate side effect of the whole being human thing. A bullet could easily take her out just like any of the other people around her.
strengths
Enhanced senses: Her dragon lineage granted her heightened senses. So she can see, hear, and smell more than the average person.
Resilience: Another aspect of her dragon lineage that allowed her to sustain higher levels of impact without damage. This typically only applies to physical impact, and not things that can pierce her.
Resilience: Another aspect of her dragon lineage that allowed her to sustain higher levels of impact without damage. This typically only applies to physical impact, and not things that can pierce her.
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felideli
thaw of eons!
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maestro
little miss perfect.
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full name
soleil sylvain
codename
the maestro | maestro
nicknames
sol, leil, maes
sexuality
lesbian
gender + pronouns
female + she/her
age
twenty-seven
d.o.b.
07.24.1996
p.o.b.
paris, france
You look like you need some cheering up! Wanna hear a song?
appearance
height
5'8" | 173cm
weight
54kg | 119lbs
hair c.
brown
eyes c.
brown
hair styling
soleil’s hair is a slight bit wavy, the color of it is comparable to that of dark chocolate. the length of her hair reaches her mid chest, soleil cares a slight bit too much about her appearance given her upbringing so she usually takes the time to style it, usually in a simple updo.
build
soleil is taller than the average height of most women, her build lithe yet muscular and toned, focused primarily in the legs from spending all of her time out on the streets running around, hiding from others and doing only gods knows what, and you’d be better off not knowing exactly what she does.
eyes
her eyes are a deep brown, almost black color, large and doe eyed, framed with dark wispy eyelashes, that further enhances her innocent doll like look, though despite her appearance she is very much the opposite.
faceclaim
kaylee kaneshiro
personality
★★ VIRTUES
clever: to get what she wants even if it seems unlikely soleil has to find loopholes in the system. she’s usually one step ahead of others, and she finds fun in outsmarting those who think are better than her. she may seem naive upon first impression, but she catches them off guard each and every single time with her well devised plans, that don’t fail … that often that is.
charismatic: it's unknown how soleil is able to do it, but something about her catches a lot of people's eye. she’s able to dazzle those that she meets with her sweet talking, endless compliments, and her seemingly kind personality. it’s gotten to the point that a good amount of those who know her want to be her friend, or be with her, maybe it has to do with her being an ex-popstar and they’re starstruck or they’re simply under her spell, which the person in question usually can’t figure out which of the two is happening to them.
perceptive: for someone who grew up only learning how to do music and not much else, spending time on the run and away from her childhood home allowed soleil to develop more awareness instead of being a sheltered popstar. soleil can read people, and situations like a book, and she’s pretty damn good at it. she uses this to her advantage, to say what the other person wants to hear to get them on her side, or to know what exactly ends up happening to get herself (and only herself) out of a sticky situation.
★★ VICES
vain: absolutely obsessed with looking good, and she thinks of herself as gorgeous, and better than everyone else. she will refuse to be seen in public unless she looks absolutely perfect and to her standards. she grew up pampered, getting nauseous at the sight of grime, getting the best name brands for her clothes, accessories and shoes, and spa days every other day. her time in prison took a toll on her as she was forced to wear the most ugly pieces of clothing, and she didn’t even have a hairbrush to her name. as she grew older, losing what she's known all throughout her childhood she always wants all the attention on her, she’s the popstar so she deserves all the love and affection from the public even if her career ended long beforehand, and clings to what fame she has left.
manipulative: soleil wants something, or wants something to get done? she will get it or finish the task at hand, especially if it benefits her in the slightest, she’ll try her damn best in getting it, and there’s no stopping her once she starts. she's all sickly sweet and knows the exact words to get someone on her side or to get something that she wants. once she’s done with you, she’ll never talk to you ever again, or worse, you won’t ever be able to talk to anyone again cause she probably got rid of you.. quite literally.
selfish: everything and anything is about her, well only to soleil that is. this is the mindset soleil has always had ever since she was a child, especially since she grew up being spoiled beyond belief. she doesn’t pay much attention to anyone else, or even cares about their feelings. soleil cares solely about her own wellbeing, and getting the things she wants. you help her and expect something in return? good luck, you ain't getting shit back.
fears
losing her fame and reputation (whether it good or bad fame, she doesn’t care as long as she has something), losing more people that are close to her
hobbies
songwriting, playing instruments, singing, collecting vintage vinyl records (whether through legal means or stealing them), reading, cooking, sewing
skills
stealth, public speaking, problem solving, attention to detail, linguistic (fluent in french, and english), networking
likes
vintage vinyl records, wine, writing lyrics, dark chocolate, name brand clothes, sweet perfumes, performing, cheese and crackers, showing off, museums, fashion shows, fine dining restaurants, yoga/pilates
dislikes
fast food, car rides, cheap clothes, rap music, wannabe singers, quiet spaces, being interrupted, small talk, dirt/grime, tomatoes, silence, dogs, cleaning (having to do it herself), clutter
history
early childhood
Soleil Sylvain was born into a world full of privileges and wealth, in the most gorgeous city in the world, Paris, France. Her parents, Claire and Valerian Sylvain, both hailed from rich families, and were the co-owners of a prestigious record label that housed some of the most famous pop stars of the time. The two had met at a high-society gathering, where they were initially smitten with each other. However, that romance quickly soured once they both decided to start a business together, with their constant conflicts on what to spend the money on, or who to sign onto their record label. Despite their quickly deteriorating marriage they held onto it firmly until they had an heir who would take over the company, or be a part of it. A year later, Soleil was born, the two parents channeling all their time and effort into their infant daughter instead of working on their relationship with one another, and even as she grew her two parents never divorced one another, too hung up on power.
When Soleil was five years old, the Sylvain family relocated to the United States to expand their business and to capitalize on the western music market, and for a couple who focused solely on wealth and fame, this was the perfect business move moving forward. Soleil was spoiled with the best of everything, from her clothes, the food she ate, the place she slept. Her parents, though never seemingly there, provided her with the finest music teachers money could buy, grooming her from a young age to become the next biggest pop star of the generation. Soleil spent most of her early childhood attending any musical lesson her parents could get their hands on, with her nanny—who was more of a parent to her than Claire and Valerian ever were— had been homeschooling her and providing support that Soleil so desperately needed.
ascent into stardom
As she grew older, Soleil's musical talents flourished, her parents’ plan to mold her into a perfect popstar had succeeded when she gained significant recognition from being the daughter of the ceo (in this case CEOS) of a big name record company, as well as for her viral debut album. Soleil was only fifteen when her name was a hot topic on everyone’s tongue, and by the time she hit seventeen she amassed plenty of awards and had already become a household name, a feat which her parents were proud of her for.. mainly for the money she was raking in daily.
However, also at the age of seventeen Soleil unfortunately found herself intertwined with another person’s crazed obsession. Early on a Tuesday morning, at 2am, Soleil had just finished recording her latest album set to release two weeks from then. Her producer was already talking his head off about how much of a success this album was going to be, and Soleil had waved him off wanting to go home as she had sat there rerecording the same part over and over again because her producer “only wanted the most perfect take” to be used for the song. Getting up and gathering her belongings she bluntly told the producer she would be heading home, and not even waiting for a reply had walked out of the door and to the car awaiting her arrival. By the time Soleil returned home it was already nearing 3 AM. Her parents were unconcerned about her arriving late, not caring about her whereabouts, just as long as she was making them money.
villainly
Entering the darkened mansion, Soleil expected to be greeted by her nanny, the only person keeping her sane within the industry she found herself forced in. Instead, she was met with an eerie silence. Feeling a twinge of annoyance at not seeing her favorite caretaker, she decided to head to her bedroom, eager to just collapse into her comfortable bed. But her blood ran cold when she found an unfamiliar man sitting comfortably on her bed, tucked under her duvet, as if he had been sitting there waiting for her to arrive home.
Soleil had let out an ear piercing scream and ran to alert anyone in the household, but the man was faster. He grabbed her with a force that nearly pulled her arms out of the sockets they were in. Holding her in place by her shoulders, Soleil made eye contact with him, a maniacal grin present on his face. To her he looked like he crawled straight out of a horror movie. It was then that Soleil noticed the blood staining the bottom half of his shirt, and the scratch marks all over his face and arms.
Paralyzed with fear, Soleil felt her stomach drop at the realization that this man, and herself, might be the only ones still living within the house they’re standing in. He attempted to quickly bring out the cloth doused completely with chloroform; he intended to force the cloth onto her face so she would fall unconscious, but she kicked him in the knee hard and she managed to escape with a very small window of time to get help. As she fled towards the backdoor, she stumbled upon the lifeless body of her nanny, multiple stab wounds visible and surrounded by a pool of blood. At this point, Soleil knew she was utterly alone in this world. The intruder caught up with her, grabbing her by her neck and forcing the cloth onto her face. She had taken a sharp inhale at the sudden action of him grabbing her, causing her to inhale the substance, and fall unconscious, her body going limp.
When Soleil regained consciousness, she found herself tied up, her legs and arms bound with rope. She was in an unfamiliar house, although it was supposed to be unfamiliar she notices the large amount of posters of her face plastered all over the walls of the room, and one of her songs softly playing in the background. Attempting to free herself from her restrictions only caused more pain as the ropes dug deeper into her wrists. Her kidnapper, also known as one who killed her family, makes his presence known as he shuffles into the room and introduces himself as “The Doctor”. He explains to her that he previously worked with a group of so-called “mutants” who were all homeless people, in which he abducted them, experimented on them and in turn they were granted powers. He had seen her on his tv one night as he left it on in the background as he worked on his disgusting projects. He was immediately infatuated with her, from her face, to the way she sang and danced, and was interested in experimenting on her so he could make her his loyal servant. He had been following her for weeks to each and every schedule and event she had, before finally making a move. He needed to get rid of everyone or else they'd foil his plans by going to the police or go looking for her. As he was explaining, he touched her face, and placed a finger under her chin, getting a little too close for comfort. He offered her the chance to become a mutant, and who was Soleil to reject that offer?
After weeks of experimentation and loads of pain on Soleil’s end, both physically and mentally, she was gifted with the power of sound manipulation. It wasn’t long before Soleil had learned of her true potential with her abilities as The Doctor had carelessly left his notes lying where she could find them. Soleil had devised a plan to get rid of him, even if she acted sweet and caring to the man responsible for the death of her loved ones. She striked when he was vulnerable, and wasn’t wearing the sound proofed earbuds he fashioned himself. She had sung a hauntingly beautiful song, all while she commanded him to drink copious amounts of bleach, mixed with alcohol. He collapsed soon after, unresponsive, with Soleil letting go of her hold of him and checking if he was still breathing. After making sure he wasn’t with her anymore, she grabbed as many of his valuables as she could and made a run for it.
She used the money he had stashed, and hopped from hotel to hotel for months after her escape, with her lousy attempt of covering up her identity. It wasn’t long until the police turned up where she was staying and arrested her for theft from a deceased person as the hotel maids had ratted her out after putting two and two together after finding the missing items taken from The Doctor’s house. She wasn’t charged for murder as The Doctor’s death was declared a suicide. She was sentenced for two years, and she was patiently waiting until she was released so she can show everyone the new version of the popstar they once loved, one that won’t be stepped on like a doormat, not as a perfect popstar her parents wanted her to be, but as a conductor orchestrating her own symphony of vengeance.
extra
powers
sound manipulation
abilities
musical conductor - using sound as her catalyst, whether through herself singing or any sound at all, she's able to use that to "conduct" a performance, manipulating those that hear her performance to fall under her control to do her bidding, essentially brainwashing the victims
musical mirage - soleil is able to mimic the sound of someone else's voice, or mimic something like the sound of footsteps though somewhere else to cause a distraction or throw someone off guard/trick them
sonic blast - if she uses a loud enough noise/sound, (she can even use her own screams, though at the volume it needs to be to cause a blast it's unwise as it puts her voice and throat out of commission for awhile) she can channel the sound waves so they create a devastating blast, the size of it dependant on how loud the sound was, and how much power she's already used
equipment
she carries a small knife on her, especially if she can't rely 100% on her powers
strengths
- she's able to control a mass amount of people to do her bidding, which takes her off the radar as a suspect as it wasn't actually her doing any of the crimes.
- versatile in terms of power, especially if she manages to control another being with superpowers, in which she can use their abilities to her advantage as well
weaknesses
- soleil must have one or both of her hands free in order to use her powers, if tied up, or her hands are injured she won't be able to activate her powers at all
- silence, if she's unable to sing, if theres no sound at all, or sound is being nullified her a majority of her powers are rendered useless, this applies to those that can't hear as well (or those that are prepared to go against her)
- she must be in close proximity with those she wants to use her powers on, as they need to be able to hear her and see her
- limited time in control, she has less time the more people (or things) she controls, same goes for just using her powers in general
- she's weak physically, and relies heavily on sneak attacks, stealth, and her powers
suit
with soleil looking perfect wasn't the end of it, she had to dress the part of a villain as well, and look good while doing it. her nanny had taught her during their homeschooling sessions on how to sew and create clothes, with the older telling her "it's a great skill to have", with the younger rolling her eyes at the remark. years later soleil still uses this "useless" skill to create her suits, obviously she has to be extra when it comes to clothing even if it seems to serve more as a hinderance more than anything else. her most recent creation & current suit.
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sunshineysoul
queen of bright-moon
task force x.
full name
Alexei Petrova
nicknames
She only ever allows people to call her Lex. If you want to get on her bad side, call her Alexei.
age
twenty-two
gender + pronouns
Cisgender female (she/her)
sexuality
Bisexual
d.o.b.
November 12th
p.o.b.
Edinburgh, England
codename
Snowy Owl
powers/skills
Assassinry, emphasis in firearms
height
5'8"
hair
Alexei was born with golden blonde hair, thick and relatively straight. Never truly worrying about taking care of her hair, it tends to appear dry, frizzy, even coarse. She prefers to dye her hair a dark red, but sometimes she rocks her natural hair color.
eyes
From afar, they appear a coffee brown, but if you're ever fortunate enough to get close to her and live to tell the tale, you can see her eyes are actually hazel, a perfect mixture of green and brown.
Build
Being on the taller side, Lex's demeanor tends to be very intimidating. On top of her height, she is also very muscular, specifically her arms, back and legs being very well defined. Sure, her specialty is snipers, but she still excels in hand to hand combat and is always ready to overtake her opponent.
dist. features
Most likely, the first thing anyone notices about Lex is her lack of smile. She seldom smiles around others, and if she does, you're most likely fucked.
face claim
florence pugh
Black Sheep
Metric
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our common goal was waiting for the world to end
MBTI
ISTP, the Crafter
enneagram
8w7, the Bear
zodiac
Scorpio ☼ Capricorn ☾ Aries ↑
virtues
Intelligent: Being raised by her single mother who was the top assassin of an undercover Russian spy organization, Lex has inherited a lot of her mother's intelligence. Her quick thinking, her spatial awareness, especially her strategic planning. Given the nature of her specialty and her drive to be the best, Lex has no choice but to be tens of steps ahead of everyone else.
Loyal: Lex may not be very trusting, but if anyone is lucky enough to earn her trust, they will have it for life. Lex has proven to be one of the most loyal people on the planet. Again, it's incredibly difficult to unlock this side of her, growing up in a world where she was constantly told to watch her back and everyone she's ever worked with has wanted to kill her. But, it can be done. Lex is willing to lay down her life for those she holds close, for those she would say she trusts, even though she knows she's too good to ever let herself or her friends die.
Resilient: Ever since she was attacked at a young age, she has never forgotten that feeling. The feeling of being helpless and unable to do anything, she swore she was never going to feel that feeling again. So Lex fights, she never gives up and never EVER thinks that there's nothing else for her to do. No matter how many times she gets knocked down, she will always get back up again.
vices
Cold: Growing up with her mother, with both of them constantly on the run and looking over their shoulders, Lex has learned to never trust anyone. Her highest concern is her survival, not making friends. If she's not on a job, trying to keep her cover, she skips any and all pleasantries. This always makes it incredibly hard for anyone to get close to her, but that's how she believes she needs to navigate life.
Manipulative: Because of the nature of her expertise, Lex is incredibly manipulative. She tends to not waste any energy trying to manipulate anyone she works with, she tends to save her manipulation for her victims or targets. However, she's amazing at it. As soon as she steps into a job, it's like a switch is flipped and she's able to mold herself into any persona a mission requires.
Stubborn: Oh boy. If anyone is stubborn, is Alexei Petrova. Once she has her mind set on something, good luck trying to steer her away from that. She does have an ego (she calls it confidence), where she believes that she knows better than everyone else. Her way, or the high way.
likes
classical music, birds, alcohol, snipers, completing a mission, fantasy novels, just about anything in the fantasy media genre honestly, rainy days, bird watching, people watching, coffee, sweets, snowy days, rock/punk/alt music, delivering justice on her own, floral scents, ice skating, first person shooter games (she's incredibly good, naturally), any other competitive games, the true feeling of being able to trust somebody.
dislikes
injustice, hot weather, cheesy rom coms, silver jewelry, cats, conspiracy theories, comic books, the beach, pop music, non-fiction novels, superhero movies, swimming, stand-up comedians, bright colors, anything sour.
hobbies
Skating, bird watching, reading, target practice
fears
someone betraying her trust, getting herself killed
pers.
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birth
In the secrecy of Russia, there is an organization of undercover spies who are all named "The Red Sparrows". This organization utilizes only woman spies, believing they make superior spies due to the biggest flaw of men everywhere: sexual desires. These Red Sparrows are trained in lethal seduction, being able to draw close to their target with no suspicion, then killing them without a trace. One of their top spies was a woman named Alena Novikov. She had a success rate higher than anyone else in the organization, and had never been caught. There was no question, she was the best.
One catch about being a Red Sparrow was the sterilization process. The organization wanted these women to prioritize nothing but their mission, they were supposed to be ghosts that never existed, the perfect weapons. This included making sure nobody would ever be able to have any blackmail over these agents, they were trained to have no vulnerabilities. It was widely understood that the largest vulnerability that could arise with these agents was a child. So as soon as the Red Sparrows turned 18 and were ready to be inducted into active duty, all of them had to go through a sterilization process.
Somehow, the day that Alena was supposed to be inducted into active duty, she was called into emergency activation. As she was trained, all eyes were on her and everyone knew her skills would be the organization's highest assets. Somewhere in the hustle of Alena's emergency activation, she never went through the sterilization process. And wouldn't you know, about ten years into her work with the Red Sparrows, steadily improving on her skills and remaining the best agent for those ten years, she became pregnant. She wasn't sure how it happened, but something clicked in her and she didn't want to terminate the pregnancy. But she also knew that if the Red Sparrows found out she was pregnant, they would either kill her or her baby. So she ran.
Just out of nowhere, packed up only her essentials and fled. She left Russia entirely. She went al the way to England, specifically one of the safest towns within England. She played it very safe, stayed very lowkey for the next nine months before she gave birth to her baby girl.
Alena was thrilled to have a daughter, but her blood ran ice cold when the nurses handed her a baby girl. She knew that if the Red Sparrows tracked her down, they would kill her and take her daughter into the same life she left behind. She didn't want that for her daughter. She gave her daughter a traditionally masculine name, and even changed both of their last names. Alena never wanted her daughter to have to face the horrors she did. So Alexei Petrova was born into a life of secrecy and hiding.
childhood
Alena moved her and her daughter out to the Scottish countryside when she reached age 7. Alena figured that if they lived in the middle of a bunch of sheep farms, it'd be easier to keep a low profile. That was, until Alexei was 10 years old. The two were ambushed. These figures came in through the windows, moved like shadows. They incapacitated and muffled both Alexei and her mom, attempting to kill them both. Alexei was hopeless, she was just a little girl and was completely terrified about what was happening to them.
There is something to be said about a mother's protective instinct. And even though for the past ten years she hadn't done any kind of training, as soon as she saw the Red Sparrows holding a knife to her daughter's throat, her instincts kicked in. In a blur of broken bones and snapped necks, Alena was able to subdue their captors and free her daughter. As she checked on her daughter, she saw that the knife actually cut pretty deep into Alexei's neck; there was a fairly deep laceration on the left side of her neck. Alena quickly bandaged up her daughter's neck, and she immediately knew they had to leave. She knew that she had no choice to not be a part of this world, her old world. As much as she wanted her daughter to live a normal life, she knew that if she wanted her daughter to have a fighting chance in her world, she would need to know how to protect herself; how to fight.
After that night, the two made their way to northern Ireland, to the middle of nowhere once again, and this is where Alena began to train her daughter. Every day, intensely, just like she was trained when she was her age.
By the time Alexei was 15, she was pretty much at the same level of skills and lethality as her mother was when she left the Red Sparrows. It was at this point, that she knew her daughter was ready to face the world she forced her into. But she knew they still weren't safe, and they couldn't live their life in seclusion forever. Sadly, Alena also knew that if she stayed in the same place as Alexei, her daughter would always be in danger. So that's when Alena sent her daughter to America, an entirely different country that the Red Sparrows had no power or jurisdiction in. She had a better chance of survival there. Alena advised her daughter to keep a low profile as best she could, to stay out of trouble, she even sent her large sums of money once a month to help her get by.
adulthood
Against all of her mother's wishes to keep a low profile, Alexei stumbled her way into an assassin group of her own; the Zodiacs. An elite group of 12 assassins, each with a different specialty and each representing a different zodiac. The group fronted as models, traveling around America, putting on elaborate fashion shows but in reality, they had missions to fulfill every night.
In true "Alena" fashion, Alexei quickly climbs the ranks within the Zodiacs, and by the time she was 18, she was the highest ranking assassin of the 12. She had taken a liking to firearms, but specifically snipers. She was known for her deadly accuracy, 100% kill rate, 0% casualty rate, and her elite strategy skills. She quickly adapted the mindset of believing she was better than everyone, that everyone else in the Zodiacs were beneath her. She couldn't be bothered to explain things or help others out of the "goodness of her heart". Truth be told, she didn't really have a lot of goodness in her heart with most of these people. Except one.
There was one assassin, named Nyla, who was the only one who was willing to put up with Alexei's attitude with good spirits. Whenever Alexei's missions called for a partner, Nyla was the only one willing to work with her. Somehow, after months of the two zodiacs working together, Nyla earned Lex's trust and loyalty. The two were working together like a well oiled machine, always having each other back, and actually having playful banter back and fourth. Lex would've never admitted it, but she was falling for Nyla. The two had been intimate many times, Nyla being the only person in the world that Lex would trust enough to be that vulnerable with. For three years, Lex and Nyla were the best working partners in the Zodiacs, and everyone else viewed them as the strangest romantic couple in the organization.
Unfortunately, this was never meant to work out for Lex. As Alexei continued treating the other Zodiacs as beneath her (honestly reflecting how they treated her when she first joined), the others showed massive distain towards her. They told her that she was too young, that she was a rookie, that she better watch her and her girlfriend's back, because she'd never know when she was going to slip up and make a mistake. These empty threats alone were never enough to scare her; what tipped her off was when she caught Nyla sleeping with the very Zodiac who was threatening to kill her.
That's when everything clicked. Nyla never cared about her, she was just using intimacy and loyalty to get close enough to Lex to get her guard down and sabotage her. Lex felt broken inside but she knew she had no time to waste and feel her emotions. She had to get to work. So she killed all the other zodiacs later that night; with Nyla being first. In the matter of three hours, Lex went around and killed all 11 other zodiacs as well as any other higher ups in the organization. In the matter of three hours, Lex brought down the entire organization with just her sniper.
When all these "models" turned up dead, there was news coverage of their deaths over almost every single platform. All the victims were found with a shot, perfectly between their eyes. When Alexei was realized to be the only model not found dead with the others, she was immediately counted as the culprit.
However, Lex wasn't about to go back into hiding. She was done with that. She had her connections, she had her ways of keeping tabs on the national security departments. She did just that, and whenever she saw another detective getting closer to finding her, she'd seek them out and shoot them down in the middle of the streets, one by one.
Lex still lives a regular life. She's contacted on a regular basis to do odd jobs for various underground criminals, rightfully earning her reputation as one of the best, but at this point her life, she's convinced she'll never work in another group ever again; she's determined to work on her own for the rest of her life.
(author's note,, LITTLE DOES SHE KNOW THAT'S A BULLSHIT REQUEST BC HER CREATOR IS THROWING HER INTO A GROUP PROJECT SITUATION)
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hcs
✮ plot twist, this gal is a hufflepuff
✮ no one ever believes her but it's because she works in secret
✮ they never see how incredibly loyal she is to her personal moral code and those she lets into her life
✮ she is the most loyal person you'll ever meet, but no one knows that because she has MAJOR TRUST ISSUES
✮ seriously she gives everyone -50 trust points upon meeting them
✮ she's adapted her own moral code and she will never stray from it
✮ stubborn as a donkey
✮ literally, you can not and will not make her do something she doesn't want to do
✮ you might die trying
✮ she will absolutely fight you on anything if she's in the mood
✮ if you ever get into her circle of friends, you see she's just a cool aunt friend
✮ she sees everyone as weaker and less competent than her and she must protect them
✮ but she's also a little bit sweet
✮ she reveals that she has a heart
✮ hell she has a pet parakeet named pietro (she calls him trio)
✮ if anything were to ever happen to trio she would kill everyone she knows
✮ and then sink into deep depression
✮ absolutely hates that everyone calls her natasha romanoff
✮ "if you're going to compare me to some dumb comic book character, call me natalia romanov, bitch"
✮ in case you couldn't tell, she absolutely has a resting bitch face
✮ she's never had time for romance
✮ never even thought about it
✮ she recognizes when someone is attractive
✮ and she's been known to flirt while on a mission
✮ she's never been able to take it further due to age
✮ however she's always willing to go all the way for the sake of her mission
✮ is always prepared for anything
✮ always has 2 handguns strapped to her thigh holsters
✮ as well as a handy pocket knife tucked away in her boot
✮ it takes a LOT of someone being open and vulnerable with lex before she trusts you
✮ she makes nice with whoever she needs to be, but no one truly knows her
✮ she doesn't even tell anyone her full name. everyone only knows her as lex. that's how she wants it
✮ her ultimate sign of trust is her telling you her full name being alexei
✮ random cussing in russian
✮ "i'm not teaching you the f word in russian"
✮ "don't fucking touch me unless you want to lose a hand"
✮ she's fucking ripped
✮ she has gone toe to toe with everyone in tfx in an arm wrestling competition
✮ and was the champion
✮ she knows how to have fun and let loose, but it never looks like she's having fun
✮ good luck becoming her friend
✮ trio is her number one priority, all the time
✮ her perfect day is a rainy day with trio on her shoulder or head, the two just watching tv and chilling in her pjs.
✮ again, good luck becoming her friend
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full name
Osiris Nasr
nicknames
Some people might call him Osi, but most call him by his stage name/alias
age
twenty-five
gender + pronouns
Cisgender male (he/him)
sexuality
Pansexual Demiromantic
d.o.b.
December 5th
p.o.b.
Makhfia, a hidden island off the coast of Cairo, Egypt
codename
Searenade
powers/skills
Siren powers/abilities
height
6'2"
hair
Naturally very dark brown hair, Osiris has a head of luscious, thick and wavy hair on his head. He likes keeping it on the longer side, as if his hair is cut too short it can't show its true waves.
eyes
It is undeniable that Osiris' eyes are a very deep, dark, and alluring brown.
Build
Standing at an impressive 6'2", Osi looks very lanky and possibly a bit awkward when he moves about. But truth be told, he's got muscle on his bone, it's just a very lean kind of muscular.
dist. features
Osi' large, downturned eyes are his most distinguishing features; his eyes are entrancing, most people commenting that they tend to get lost in them.
face claim
tamino amir
A Drop of Blood
Tamino Amir
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Let me always return to thee, like a sailor to the sea
MBTI
ENFP, the Campaigner
enneagram
7w8, the Realist
zodiac
Sagittarius ☼ Leo ☾ Gemini ↑
virtues
Thrill Seeking: Above everything else, Osiris wants to have fun. He's gotten a taste of that adrenaline and he spends the rest of his life chasing that high. It's a lot of what gets him in trouble is that he doesn't care about the implications or consequences, as long as it gets him that rush, he wants to do it. Many people call him selfish for it, but he just shrugs and brushes them off.
Musical: Being a Siren, it'd be concerning if he wasn't a musical guy. But he's not just musical in the sense that "oh he has a nice voice". No he's very intelligent with music theory, being able to piece together entire arrangements with five different instruments in his head. He can transpose, build chords and harmonies without writing anything down. Perfect pitch? You betcha.
Charismatic: Something he picked up from being in the public eye, Osi has learned he's a natural sweet-talker. It's certainly a 180 from the sweet boy his mother raised; but there's something alluring about his aura that brings people in. Something that most can't seem to ignore. It certainly comes off as flirty most of the time, but there are many times where his charisma helps put others at ease.
vices
Loose Canon: Nobody ever knows what's running through Osiris' head. Truth be told, Osiris never truly knows what's running through his own head. Being a self-proclaimed agent of chaos, there are many times he acts out in surprisingly violent or reckless ways. He's very unpredictable which makes him more dangerous.
Impulsive: Osiris is truly the definition of act first think later. He doesn't care what the consequences of his actions are, he's convinced he'll figure it out later or that life will just work itself out later on. He will do any dare given to him, without question. As long as it's something he actually wants to do.
Flippant: Something most "supervillains" have is a sense of seriousness. Not Osi. To Osi everything is a joke or something to make light of. There's nothing that should be taken so seriously. At least, this is the facade that he keeps up to make sure nobody pokes holes in his armor. This is his defense mechanism to not show his vulnerabilities.
likes
music, singing, swimming, the water, meat, performing, the attention from the crowd, meeting fans, having fun, going to parties, getting fucked up, fucking OTHER people up, getting under others' skin, being a menace, summer, tropical drinks, fruit, traveling, being spoiled, receiving gifts, making music
dislikes
cold weather, dry meat, having to be "formal", meetings, being told what to do, being used when he's not getting something out of it, exploiting children, taking children from their home, any mistreatment of children.
hobbies
Singing, swimming, playing instruments, going to parties
fears
discovering his mother is dead
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birth
CONTENT WARNING; LOTS OF TALK OF D3ATH, DIYING AND OTHER MORBID THINGS!!
Osiris was born into a peaceful but hidden society of Sirens, out on an island in the Mediterranean sea, off the coast of Cairo. The island was not known to anyone other than the Sirens, and it was a beautiful thing, being hidden from the known world.
Most mythological stories paint Sirens out to be deceitful and cruel, wanting to cause harm to others just for the fun of it. This was not Osiris' home. The island of Makhfia was filled with Sirens, all going about their normal day-to-day lives. Six months out of the year, this community stayed on land and lived mostly as "normal people".
But the other six months, they lived in the water. They swam through the sea, not hiding their true form, breathing in the fresh sea water and embracing the re-energizing spirit of the water. They had a hidden village close by to their island, and it was surprisingly impressive.
It should be noted, this island did not contain the entirety of the Siren population. Makhfia did hold the majority, but it was a willing participation for those Sirens; they chose to leave the human society and live on their own, in peace. But there were still many who chose to stay in human society, away from their Siren Oasis. Why would anyone want to continue on in the middle of a society where they can never be themselves? Human flesh. Like a delicacy to Sirens, Humans were at the top of everyone's Christmas list. The Sirens that lived on Makhfia wanted to leave their murderous urges behind and stop killing innocent humans. They still fed their urges whenever they came across a human adrift in the middle of the sea, but when they removed themselves from the entirety of the human population, the temptation was nowhere near as intoxicating for those who stayed in human society.
All of that being said, Osiris was born into the peaceful life of a Makhfia Siren. He never knew who his father was, but his mother, Dalia, was all he really needed. She was kind, warm, loving and patient. They didn't have a true leading on Makhfia, but Dalia was definitely someone everyone looked up to.
Dalia told her son that his father was one of the Sirens that left Makhfia to live in human society. They were childhood sweethearts, who were together for quite a few years. But after Dalia became pregnant with Osiris, he got cold feet and ran away. But Dalia never painted her old lover in a bad light. She was graceful and compassionate like that; it was why so many of the other Sirens would look up to her and turn towards her for guidance.
Growing up on Makhfia, Osiris learned about who he was, what it meant to be a Siren and how to live as one. Surprising to no one, they were a musical bunch. The island was never without someone's melody singing out into the watery abyss before them.
Osiris loved his life growing up. He made friends, has a loving family, and never needed or wanted for anything they didn't have on the island or in the sea. He grew up completely content with his life, but of course that never makes for an interesting villain story
childhood
When Osiris was about 14 years old, his father returned, but it was all but happy reunions. His father had fallen into the wrong crowd, human trafficking. Never a good crowd.
He had ratted out all of Makhfia as a Siren safe haven and these evil man came and began rounding up everyone. It was a harrowing sight. They brought guns, they set fire to the houses, anyone who wouldn't obey they would shoot on sight; they knew they could get money for their bodies at least. Dalia tried to get a group of the younger Sirens to flee into the water, including Osiris. They could at least have a chance at surviving. But they were caught, Osiris' father was looking specifically for Dalia and their child. Even though they were in the middle of a vast valley, she felt cornered. Dalia tried pleading with Set, her old lover, begging her to let their son live. But Set was long past the time of redemption and mercy. He seized his son for himself, commanding the other men they could take Dalia for themselves.
Set showed of his son to a few other men he came with; they didn't have any guns or weapons. They were just standing and watching the desecration of Osiris' home; with a sickening smile.
There wasn't much Osiris could do, his hands were tied behind his back and his father was leading him around with the death grip he had in his hair. Set told these men that Osiris' voice was mystical, more so than the other Sirens. It was then that Osiris learned about the hypnotic powers of his own voice, that it would render humans into a trance-like state, ready to be taken and used for whatever bidding until they came to.
Set sold his own son to these men, who planned to make him a huge star. The plan was to have him rise to fame, and they use his concerts as a front for their clientele to come pick up whichever targets they wanted from the crowd.
Osiris never saw his mother again, and he was taken to America, where he began his new life as an orphaned musical genius. The men, Osiris referred to them as "Jaffins" (Arabic for "dry"), made him a deal. They said that as long as Osiris behaved and did what they asked, they would give him one human to eat after every concert, and would even let him visit the ocean once every six months. The more time Osiris spent with these Jaffins, the more he felt something in him die, his bright and shiny past was become dull and rusted.
Osiris agreed to the conditions, never bothering to ask what the catch was. There were horrible, horrible catches.
As soon as Osiris' music hit the scene, he was an instant star. It was genuinely surprising and slightly concerning how quickly he gained such a large and cult-like following. There were fans trying to track him down, who tried to find the studio he recorded at, even try to follow cars that left studios to see where he lived.
It was a massive culture shock, to say the least, Osiris was so used to peace, calm, and serenity. Now he's forced to America where his privacy is threatened every minute of every day.
Finally, Osiris had his first concert, and he had so many mixed emotions. This was supposed to be the first time he had human flesh in years, and he was supposed to go to the ocean the very next day. He should've been thrilled, but he knew what the Jaffins planned to do to those innocent people out there, and it was enough to make him sick.
Long story short, his concert was a huge success. Almost an entirely sold out performance was nothing to scoff at from a first time performer. Although Osiris wasn't the happiest. As he looked out into his crowd, he saw the first few rows of fans, in a daze. Harrowing was the word that came to mind, just like when he was taken from his home.
All he had to do was keep his reward in mind. If he could make it into the ocean, he would feel so much better. And once he could taste the human flesh, he would feel so much better. It would all be worth it, he was sure.
Unfortunately, for Osiris, not everyone is as direct and honest as they say they are. After Osiris' first performance, he came back to his green room, his stomach rumbling from the promise of human flesh. That rumble quickly turned into a knot when he was faced with one of his adoring fans, tied up to a chair, and the Jaffins behind a video camera.
In order for Osiris to "earn his meal", he had to kill this innocent person for the Jaffins to record and sell to their clients. The answer was obvious, of course he wouldn't do it, even back on Makhfia, the Sirens only preyed on humans who were lost at sea or getting too close to their home. They never sought out a human that was in their own element, in THEIR own home.
Osiris refused, he wouldn't kill an innocent human, he wouldn't become his father.
Osiris knew he was raised to be a peaceful Siren, someone who wouldn't use his abilities and powers for harm, not directly anyways. But this wasn't a regular set of circumstances, this was different. Not only had these men slaughtered his family and friends, not only had they set his home on fire, but now they were using him to kill other innocents, without getting their hands dirty at all. Osiris wasn't having it. So he tried to turn on them, tried to attack and take them out. If he could take them out, he could free the girl and run away. Find some place in the ocean, maybe even try to get back to Makhfia.
Osiris hadn't realized how long it had been since he was in the water, it had been almost an entire year. He was weak, he wasn't as sharp and quick as he normally was back home. The Jaffins easily subdued him and made him watch as they put a bullet through the adoring fan's head.
Because of Osiris' outburst, the Jaggins told Osiris they couldn't trust him. They kept him in shackles, locked him in a cage when they travelled. They still expected him to keep up his musician persona, but only under their close eye. They never fed him real food, only whatever junkfood they had leftover from their own meals. Osiris was in a constant state of feeling sluggish and hungry. Nothing but flesh could satiate him.
This arrangement went on for another six months. Every night, they brought another fan to the green room to offer to Osiris, and every night ended with a defiant and hungry Siren, and another dead fan. It came to a point where Osiris didn't know if he'd be able to perform anymore without at least eating some real food. So finally, one night, he did the sick thing they had been asking him to do. They knew he would break eventually, it just took about a year for it to happen.
adulthood
So Osiris began working in tandem with the Jaffins, staging his concerts as a hunting ground for their kidnapping feats, and Osiris got a tasty meal at the end of each and every performance.
This went on from the time Osiris was 15 to the age of 22. For seven years of his life, Osiris worked with these criminals and made sure he got his fair share. But there was still one part of the original deal that Osiris never made them pay up for.
See, the original deal stated that Osiris would be able to go to the sea, once a month, to be in his natural habitat. In the seven years he lived in these men's captivity, OSiris had never once got to feel the sea water across his skin. He hadn't shifted to his Siren form at all. He felt like he was losing himself, becoming more and more broken at the whip of the Jaffins.
So there it was, one fateful night. Osiris performed to his adoring crowds, the Jaffins kidnapped who they wanted, and they presented Osiris with one of the girls at the end of the night. Osiris remembered what happened the last time he tried to turn on the Jaffins. It was got him locked in the cage in the first place, kept in shackles and starved for six months.
But this time around Osiris was different. He was stronger, more mature, he knew more about the game the Jaffins played, and he had taught himself the rules. He turned on them, attacking each and every one of them
The adrenaline that was pumping through his veins was something he had never felt before, all of a sudden he understood why so many Sirens before him had left their island on the hunt for humans.
The adrenaline paired with the metallic taste of blood, it was the ultimate high. It was something he never wanted to let go of, he wanted to ride that high for the rest of his life.
When he had finished taking care of the Jaffins that had abused him for the last seven years of his life, he was a horrifying sight for the fan that was trapped there. At least, he thought he was a horrifying sight; dripping in blood, surrounded by the mangled corpses around him. But she was smiling, tears of joy seemed to be streaming down her cheeks.
Osiris was perplexed, if it wasn't for her confusing and puzzling disposition he most likely would have gone for her next. Instead, he walked over to her and freed her before she shouted praises at him.
She thanked Osiris, profusely, for saving her life, for defending her so. She was convinced he was some kind of god, his sharpened teeth giving way to his supernatural status. Osiris helped the fan, named Shelly, find her way out of the stadium and she went on to tell everyone what he did.
Now, Osiris already had a big following as a musician, he was an attractive guy who could sing beautifully, who wouldn't adore him? But once Shelly's story was circulating in the news, with grainy and unfocused pictures of the performer covered in blood, he soon gained a cult-like following.
This following made Osiris bold, thinking he could get away with more than usual. He actually started doing exactly what the Jaffins did before, using his concerts as a way to put his audience in a trance, and pick off whoever he wanted. It started off as just for pleasure, seeing how word would spread if he just slept around with a few fans. After a while, Osiris started picking off fans for his meals. From the time he picked off the Jaffins to the first time he picked off his own fan was a few months. But it seemed his fans never forgot Shelly's story. When he brought a young man from the crowd to join him in his green room, he basically begged for Osiris to take his life, to feast on him. It was... refreshing to Osiris. He showed him a good time, of course, but it all ended with Osiris filling his stomach.
And it only escalated from there. Osiris would bring people back to his room, they'd have some pleasure and then a lot of pain. But with his cult-like following, his fans wished and hoped they would be next, that they would be selected.
Osiris officially got caught when he had a total of seven fresh corpses around him at a time.
He's kept in a cell with a pathetic excuse of a salt water pool, constantly muzzled. He's only fed raw fish & has to be brought to a sound proof room to eat his meal.
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overview
diavolo & diabolos mephistopheles, are a serial killer duo known as the judge and executioner and gods of vengeance throughout the slums and poor cities of this world. one of the most prolific killers within the city, only targeting corrupt individuals and the worst kind of criminals.
appearance
6’9” & 6’10”
height
255 & 220
weight
dirty blondes
hair color
tan & scarred
skin tone
brown & grey
eyes
matthew lillard & skeet ulrich
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HAIR: dirty blondes, but tbd has longer hair that barely goes past his ears. thiago is cut short and unruly at times, but he can’t stand the feeling of having hair against his face.
EYES: they both have one brown eye and one grey; each eye is opposite of each other. (right eye brown while the others right is grey and so forth)
SKIN: slightly tan skin, they aren’t white as snow but they don’t have that dark of a tan either. diavolo has large chunks of flesh out of his back that look like he’s had a hook dragged against his back— between the two of them, he has the most physical scars.
HEIGHT: 6’10 and 6’9
WEIGHT: diavolo is 255 pounds while thiago is 220
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: their eyes are the most common thing, they get the most compliments on them. thiago is covered in facial piercings, so he is often questioned about his choice of body modifications but they would be surprised by what they couldn't see.
WARDROBE: diavolo is pretty simply when it comes to his appearance, wears simple t-shirts and dark black jeans. he isn't the type to over dress and would rather be comfortable then being seen as flashy, though he is known to dress up quite nice when he actually puts the effort into it. is almost always seen wearing his black leather jacket that has an obscure back patch, a keep sake he will never live without. thiago on the other hand is very much a grunge type of guy, wearing alternative clothing and never seen without his facial jewelry (he will put odd things in his piercing holes, just because he can)
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— a calculated, stone cold bitch. diavolo could be considered the more dominant twin, he takes the lead in most situations while his brother follows right behind him. diavolo is the type to come up with the plans, doing all the nitty gritty aspect of things while letting his brother handle the rest. he isn’t the type to care about the feelings of others, he often looks at everyone like they are his next victim— easily triggered in slitting someone’s throat if they make any sort of threatening comment. the way diavolo presents himself as a man you don’t want to cross paths with, the constant grouchy expression that permanently sits on his face also helps. diavolo is the least approachable twin, often looming in the background and acting like a watchdog for his brother. the twisted part of diavolo is a lot more straight forward then thiago, he doesn’t sugar coat it with sweet smiles and candy. he doesn’t go through a bunch of loops to trick people to think he’s someone else, he’s far to blunt for that kind of thing.
When it comes to killing people, he isn't the type to play with his food, sort of speak. He much prefers getting it over with and getting the rest of the job finished, much different to his brother who has a fascination with playing operation on their targets.
generally speaking diavolo is content with his own silence, being arms length away from others at all times. a beast in the shadows, diavolo is bitter towards the world and everyone in it— wishing to watch it burn under his own destruction. holding the most resentment towards that play at being good, it makes them want to vomit. a mastermind villian with very little to loose— diavolo is the product of his environment, diavolo was made to a monster and he’ll never be sorry for who he is… no one ever said sorry for turning him into one, so why must he ask for forgiveness?
— thiago is the sweet, bubbly and bright one between the two of them. In a weird and probably uncomfortable way, thiago acts like the sweetest person when you first meet him. the first thing you think of is that big toothy grin of his, but you can pinpoint where you get that uneasy feeling coming from. as if their smile is hiding a dark secret, unlike their brother who just looks ready to kill you— thiago is hard to read and sugary coating of his personality throws most people of his trail. he is often used as the bait when it comes to grabbing people in the night, the seemingly innocent man hides more secrets then he lets people to believe; even his own brother. in general, thiago is a kind man who always seems to have a joke up his sleeve. he’ll walk you to your car during the middle of the night and give you his jacket on a cold night when you forget yours. someone that’ll hold the door open for you, pay for your coffee and offer to help you move; generous and gentle fall between the lines of his sadistic behaviors but most wouldn’t know about this little fact when first meeting him.
thiago gets twisted with his ideas of slaying, in-depth knowledge of the unique ways that one can split a skull in half or rip out ones stomach without killing its victim. many that are close to him know the horrors that are easily emplaced the moment this man is given the chance to inflict pain, but he does understand when there is a line that must not be crossed. unlike his older brother, tbd has a sense of mercy and will make the final blow when needed— while it’s less fun for him, at a certain point it gets to much and plus he hates the sound of their sobbing and disgusting snot filled chokes.. it makes him sick to his stomach. a man with a talent of taking people apart, a master at the art of torture extracting what he wants out of another human being. breaking their will and turning them into something that never knew they could be, a hound of hell wrapped in pretty gold locks and porcelain smiles.
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thiago likes liver, ice coffee, nail art, animals, fireworks and killing men. diavolo likes hot tea, humid weather, clear nail polish, technology, alcohol and big poodles.dislikes
diavolo hates being touched, junk food, the color yellow and fruity cocktails. thiago hates cucumbers, cinnamon, thunder and booze.fears
thiago is scared of birds, specifically chickens, dentists and ghosts while diavolo is scared of getting his brother killed and failure.reputation
within the city, the twins have gained the reputation as "Judge and Executioner" where diavolo is the judge and thiago is the executioner, dealing out punishment and inflicting it. while those in power have fucked over the righteous, the twins take it upon themselves to seek revenge for those that can't do it themselves. those that are in need of their help, people will leave things for the two of them in order to track down their prey-- a secret hiding spot where only those that need their help know where it is. most of the time the twins don't take money for it, being given a new target is payment enough; but sometimes those in need of help with leave whatever they can in order to be put on the top of their list.background
childhood
trigger warning for mentions of abuse and overall depressing childhood; you know cult life I guess
(this is a really shitty history because I suck at writing them lmfao)
the twins were brought into a family of satanic worshippers, born from a mother that tried to sacrifice them to the devil near the fireplace but was beaten down before she could set the babies aflame. while some believe that killing off their flesh and blood is to elevate ones status in the eyes of satan, the birth of the twins were seen as a moment of relief. a moment in which their family could rest as they finally were able to produce a child with a gift— but two? the cult was a over joyed, especially their father. the tyrant of a man finally had children worth taking over the reigns when their own father was unable to lead. expectations were placed upon the blonde babies the moment they took their first breath and there was no escaping it.
a life that can only be described as horrendous, a life that seemed to hold a key into how they become such a master tormentor. they had no other life and while growing up they believed the way they lived was normal and that those that didn’t follow their family were the strange ones, how people make a face of pure terror when they hear the name Mephistopheles. the mephistopheles cult was known for their anti-government, anti-hero propaganda who answered to a higher being similar to that of a demon, they viewed themselves as gods.
baby kisses were replaced with pin needles, story books filled with cotton candy clouds and fluffy unicorns were replaced by haunting tales of demons and the gates of hell, a place that they were taught to be perfect. a place that they would be lucky to get into, rewarded with doing the acts of which satan himself vowed to do. A little baby harden by the absent of love and kindness, their souls were shattered the moment they could talk and was nothing more than a barbaric gentlemen. whips and chains were their nightly embrace, a hot cattle brand was imprinted into their flesh when they struck the age of ten as a sign of loyalty to their father, a man who only saw his children as pawn to his great empire. diavolo had gotten the worst of their fathers anger, as their dad viewed his abilities as lesser then to his younger brother— who he still saw as a disappointment with how the man acted, he didn’t see thiago as a man at all and because of that, he was given a lot more physically demanding chores. over the course of their life time, they were beaten, prodded, humiliated and touched inappropriately by older members of the compound. they were treated like slaves yet seen as the chosen ones at the same time-- they didn't understand how that could even happen, but it did.
by the time the boys reached the age of fourteen, they had already come up with a plan to escape the compound. it took a lot of planning and work but one faithful night, a night where the compound came together and drank lots of homemade wine, partied and had orgies-- they were all to occupied to notice the boys slipping away. thankfully because of his ability, diavolo was able to transform both he and thiago into their parents; stupid, drunk cultist's wouldn't have known the wiser. by the time everyone knew that they had gone, it would have been to late, the boys were long gone and were never turning back. they were finally free of the abuse and mayhem, they didn't care that they had to sleep on the streets and steal to survive.
the start of their killing came shortly after their escape, thiago had been beaten up pretty badly by some drug addict thinking he had money- diavolo had gone into a blind fury and stabbed the man to death with his own knife. something in him clicked, seeing the 'bad guy' dead on the ground, chocking on his own blood as he watched him take his final breaths... it made him realize what he... what they were meant to do. all those years of being abused, it was to shape them into saviors; to kill off those who dared to hurt an innocent soul, get revenge for those who couldn't. when the 'hero's' wouldn't get their hands dirty, the twins were there to do it. the pair of them hated the idea of hero's; they begged and pleaded for years for someone to come and help them but no one came, no one good came and got them from that prison and after seeing the mayhem that happens on the streets, how no one was down here getting rid of the filth, they knew what they had to do.
the killer twins
tba
ADDITIONAL INFO
TRIGGER WARNING: there is some sensitive things throughout the head canons, a lot of blood, mentions of methods of killing, somewhat graphic descriptions. other things include abuse (mental, physical and sexual), substance abuse and depression.
— diavolo headcanons:
• hates anything unhealthy, strictly eats things that are healthy. borderline vegetarian.
• Congenital Analgesia; a rare condition that renders him from being able to feel physical pain.
• older twin by thirty seconds
• is the one that orchistracts most of the killings, he plans them out and lets thiago slaughter them; but he does have some fun of his own and kills
• would die for his brother
• drinks hot tea every morning
• has a bit of a god complex
• "I'll cut your dick off with a box cutter if you don't get the fuck away from me"
• can mash a persons skull in with the heel of his boot
• signature note of killing is that he will slit someones throat so deep that they are barely hanging on by a thread
• cracks his knuckles when he's nervous or stressed out
• likes ugg bedding, or any super soft bedding. a whole slut for them.
• pops pain pills, they help him sleep. gets a lot more angry if he doesn't have any
• like his brother, he has a big smile— but you often never see it
• is very blunt and straightforward, has no filter as he sees it as a waste of time
• will go absouelty feral in a fist fight, has been known to rip peoples ears off with his teeth or the tips of noses
• horribly depressed, hates the thought of living every day but stays because of thiago
• builds up all of his rage before ripping into someone
• the one that goes and collects the names of those that need to killed
• hates physical contact, can't tell the difference between good or bad because of what his mother did to him
• TW FOR SA; mom sexually abused him when he hit puberty, that went on until he and thiago escaped the cult
• when he was younger, his father beat the living hell out of him because he didn't remember a passage in their holy texts
• it was so bad that he had a broken nose, dislocated shoulder and blown blood vessels in his eyes
• smells like sandalwood, jasmine and a light hint of grapefruit
• secret tongue ring, under his tongue on the webbing
• not fond of people whispering in his ear, its a big trigger for him
• his powers didn't show up til he turned 2 years old
• can break his own bones and still not flinch, the pros of having a condition of not being able to feel pain
* intense stare, can cut through steel
— thiago headcanons:
• naturally sharp teeth, is able to rip someones throat out easily if he wanted too
• because of that, his teeth are stained red
• how he hasn't any kind of diseases running through his body is amazing
• Coloring books that have curse words in them? Yep
• besides his face piercings, he has a three tongue rings, nipples, below the belt and belly button done
• loves sugar; often doesn’t eat anything else, besides maybe a few different things in the other foos groups but not by much
• how is he living?
• can pull apart a persons spine, he'll keep a vertebrae if he feels like cleaning one; has one that he kept as a trophy.
• emotional guy
• makes friends very easily, prefers having lots of friends then being lonely
• always has sugar rock sticks on him; but he only has the blue, purple and pink ones
• tongue is always stained blue
• does blood angels with his victims if he isn’t feeling lazy about it
• makes really good dips and homemade chips
• also makes really good sugar cookies
• eat honey like it’s going out of style, so he naturally smells like honey
• also smells like cherries and vanilla
• once shoved a hot piece of metal down a mans throat, turning him into a human shiskab
• doesn’t matter how small or how big, he’ll rip out their teeth and shove them down their throat if someone were to make them uncomfortable or hurt their feelings
• prefers soft life saver over the hard ones
• very friendly, likes most people so he tends to take it harder when the people he cares about get hurt; physically or mentally.
• was treated a little nicer then his brother when they were growing up since he has more intense powers
• but was still treated like shit; his dad once forced him to stand on hot steel as punishment
• doesn't like being cornered
• likes to eat the liver of his targets; but often never finds a good one bc of poor habits.
• will paint a message on the wall with the targets blood
• cries tears of blood, its a medical condition
• enjoys reading
• hates bugs
• has night terrors constantly
• wants love
• if he’s staring at you he’s either thinking about how pretty you’d look without skin or thinking how pretty you are naturally
• loves to take showers with other people; not in a sexual way, thiago just loves close physical contact with others
• calls himself and his brother a freak show
• wishes he was normal sometimes
• feral dog when it comes to hunky men and women that can step on him (but respectful about it)
• pls he is respectful but crush him
• likes weed
• main much is honey buns with peanut butter and jelly
• and Chile lime Pringles on god
— diavolo headcanons:
• hates anything unhealthy, strictly eats things that are healthy. borderline vegetarian.
• Congenital Analgesia; a rare condition that renders him from being able to feel physical pain.
• older twin by thirty seconds
• is the one that orchistracts most of the killings, he plans them out and lets thiago slaughter them; but he does have some fun of his own and kills
• would die for his brother
• drinks hot tea every morning
• has a bit of a god complex
• "I'll cut your dick off with a box cutter if you don't get the fuck away from me"
• can mash a persons skull in with the heel of his boot
• signature note of killing is that he will slit someones throat so deep that they are barely hanging on by a thread
• cracks his knuckles when he's nervous or stressed out
• likes ugg bedding, or any super soft bedding. a whole slut for them.
• pops pain pills, they help him sleep. gets a lot more angry if he doesn't have any
• like his brother, he has a big smile— but you often never see it
• is very blunt and straightforward, has no filter as he sees it as a waste of time
• will go absouelty feral in a fist fight, has been known to rip peoples ears off with his teeth or the tips of noses
• horribly depressed, hates the thought of living every day but stays because of thiago
• builds up all of his rage before ripping into someone
• the one that goes and collects the names of those that need to killed
• hates physical contact, can't tell the difference between good or bad because of what his mother did to him
• TW FOR SA; mom sexually abused him when he hit puberty, that went on until he and thiago escaped the cult
• when he was younger, his father beat the living hell out of him because he didn't remember a passage in their holy texts
• it was so bad that he had a broken nose, dislocated shoulder and blown blood vessels in his eyes
• smells like sandalwood, jasmine and a light hint of grapefruit
• secret tongue ring, under his tongue on the webbing
• not fond of people whispering in his ear, its a big trigger for him
• his powers didn't show up til he turned 2 years old
• can break his own bones and still not flinch, the pros of having a condition of not being able to feel pain
* intense stare, can cut through steel
— thiago headcanons:
• naturally sharp teeth, is able to rip someones throat out easily if he wanted too
• because of that, his teeth are stained red
• how he hasn't any kind of diseases running through his body is amazing
• Coloring books that have curse words in them? Yep
• besides his face piercings, he has a three tongue rings, nipples, below the belt and belly button done
• loves sugar; often doesn’t eat anything else, besides maybe a few different things in the other foos groups but not by much
• how is he living?
• can pull apart a persons spine, he'll keep a vertebrae if he feels like cleaning one; has one that he kept as a trophy.
• emotional guy
• makes friends very easily, prefers having lots of friends then being lonely
• always has sugar rock sticks on him; but he only has the blue, purple and pink ones
• tongue is always stained blue
• does blood angels with his victims if he isn’t feeling lazy about it
• makes really good dips and homemade chips
• also makes really good sugar cookies
• eat honey like it’s going out of style, so he naturally smells like honey
• also smells like cherries and vanilla
• once shoved a hot piece of metal down a mans throat, turning him into a human shiskab
• doesn’t matter how small or how big, he’ll rip out their teeth and shove them down their throat if someone were to make them uncomfortable or hurt their feelings
• prefers soft life saver over the hard ones
• very friendly, likes most people so he tends to take it harder when the people he cares about get hurt; physically or mentally.
• was treated a little nicer then his brother when they were growing up since he has more intense powers
• but was still treated like shit; his dad once forced him to stand on hot steel as punishment
• doesn't like being cornered
• likes to eat the liver of his targets; but often never finds a good one bc of poor habits.
• will paint a message on the wall with the targets blood
• cries tears of blood, its a medical condition
• enjoys reading
• hates bugs
• has night terrors constantly
• wants love
• if he’s staring at you he’s either thinking about how pretty you’d look without skin or thinking how pretty you are naturally
• loves to take showers with other people; not in a sexual way, thiago just loves close physical contact with others
• calls himself and his brother a freak show
• wishes he was normal sometimes
• feral dog when it comes to hunky men and women that can step on him (but respectful about it)
• pls he is respectful but crush him
• likes weed
• main much is honey buns with peanut butter and jelly
• and Chile lime Pringles on god
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To live would be an awfully big adventure
Ashley Berzinz
Ghost
- iiiiiiivfull nameAshley BerzinsnicknamesAshAliasGhostage22date of birth9th JulygenderFemalesexualitypansexualRemaining Time to Serve25 years left
- iiiiiiivheight & weight5'4 and 110lbshairLong straight black hair with a full fringe. Ash tends to dye different colours into it, normally when she gets bored.eyesCapitzating light blue eyes normally wears a thick black eyeliner.physiqueAsh is just below average height at 5'4. She has a slim and small physique.styleReally depends on what she's doing. Can alter between tomboy and girly.modificationsEars are pierced.face claimKsenia SoloBad ReputationJoan Jett & The Blackhearts
- iiiiiiivHair Dye, nighttime, adventures, abandoned buildings, alcohol, parties, socializing, chocolate, coffee, finding loopholes, graveyards, music, horror movies, revenge, being underestimated but most importantly proving them wrong, winning,likes
Being wrong, her past, her family, abusive people, broccoli, dark chocolate, being told what to do, rules, romcoms, opera music, the police and the whole justice system if she's honest, Authoritydislikes
As Ashley Berzins she doesn't really have a reputation, no-one knows her past, its almost like she just poofed up out of thin air. Kenzi Petrov, however, her reputation precedes her known for pulling of a heist at the age of 7 for her parents, she was known as a skilled, ruthless and strong woman.. "its a pity she died" they all say.Reputation
personalityAsh is a fearless and fiercely independent individual, unafraid to speak her mind and take on challenges head-on. She is intelligent, quick-witted and plafully sarcastic normally having some one-liner up her sleeve at all times.
She is extremely courageous and doesn't seem to hold fear for anyone or anything. She can be very stubborn especially if she believes that she is right. She can be classed as reckless and spontaneous and tends to jump headfirst into things without so much of a thought. Ash has a certain degree of rebelliousness to her and has a major problem with authority.
Due to her upbringing, Ash is extremely street smart. She is able to read people and situations effectively which allows her (when she actually stops and thinks) to make good judgement calls and figure out how to act appropriately. This ability is also useful in her line of work.
While she is skeptical of new people, Ash is extremely loyal to those that she holds close. She would risk her life in a heartbeat for any of them and would do anything to keep them safe.
She can come across crass and times and will never back down from a fight especially if she is standing up for someone she cares about. She is outspoken and tends to say whats on her mind at any given time, if she has a problem with you then trust me she will let you know.
She can be goofy and funny at times, she enjoys letting her hair down and having fun and doesn't take herself too seriously, after all life is too short not to "live it".
Ashley can almost be two different people depending on the circumstances (ironic cause its true) while she can be goofy and have fun she also has a much darker side just below the surface. Due to her family and the events she experienced as a child, Ashley has the ability to simply just "turn off" her emotions at any given notice. At these times, Ashley can be extremely cold, harsh and unforgiving. It takes a lot for her to turn them off towards a person but if you push her to that point, well, id recommend you run as fast and as far as you can.
- iiiiiiivTW References to Assault, SA and DeathHistory
Ashley is not Ashley by birth, her actual birth name was Kenzi Petrov, daughter of two notorious criminals known well within the criminal underworld.
In her first few years on the earth, She was viewed as an inconvenience to their dark pursuits, at least until her powers began to show. When it was discovered that she produced powers that could help with their schemes she was forced to partake in their plans from a very young age. Kenzi grew up in a hostile environment in which she was mentally, physically and emotionally abused by her parents as they broke her down and melded her into the criminal they wanted her to be. She was trained from a young age and was extremely good at what she did. While she didn't necessarily agree with unjustified violence, she didn't have an issue with thieving especially from those that had it to spare. By the age of 7, Kenzi was completing heists by herself without her parents company/supervision.
Kenzi was kept under lock and key by her parents, she was homeschooled and not allowed to mingle with other kids. She was her families hidden secret. The only time that Kenzi was allowed out in the world was when she was on a mission or was doing recon in preparation for a task. She loved doing recon, finding that it allowed her to, for a few hours at least, pretend to be a normal teenage girl. It was on a recon mission that Kenzi met Oliver when she was 13. He was funny, kind and most importantly he made Kenzi feel normal. Their friendship grew quickly as Kenzi snuck out to meet up with Oliver at least once a week. A year later, Oliver asked her out and Kenzi accepted as she had fallen in love. It was around this time that Kenzi decided to turn her back on her parents and the life that she currently had, wanting to live a normal life with Oliver, to go to school and make friends and deal with all the miniscule teenage bullshit drama that she heard so much about.
The turning point in her life came when a break in orchestrated by her parents led to the homeowners being killed in an extremely gruesome way. It was surprising that her parents had decided to come on this break in with her, since she had been doing them alone for almost 7 years but after the family of three were killed it all began to make sense. Kenzi normally would know all the details of a victim due to doing the recon and making the plans herself, however, since her parents had taken charge of this "special target" Kenzi had decided to let them lead and take a back seat, focusing her energy instead on her escape plan from her life but as she stared down at Oliver's bloody and dead face she knew that she had made a mistake. Finally having enough and unable to accept what had happened and the role she played in it, She went home packed a bag and ran away from her family home that night. She knew her parents would look for and force her back or worse punish her for leaving and so she ran far from home, making sure to stay in the shadows and to remain inconspicuous when in public.
Alone and vulnerable, Ash found herself on the unforgiving streets at the age of 14. Survival became her primary focus, and she adapted quickly to the harsh realities of being on the run and homeless. Living in the shadows and fighting to survive on her own, Kenzi used her skills of pickpocketing, fighting and stealing to survive. Over time, she developed an uncanny ability to read people and situations, a skill that would prove invaluable during this time of her life.
After a few months, Kenzi found herself a home in a abandoned house on the outskirts of the town. She lived there quite happily by herself, living in the shadows and away from the suspecting eyes of her parents and the rest of the criminal world. But bad things always happen and it wasn't long before life seemed to catch up on her secret break.
Just before her 16th birthday, Kenzi was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of footsteps in her home. Startled she woke quickly ready to run but what she hadn't expected was to be face to face with a man twice her size. She did her best to fight back and escape but unfortunately with 4 on 1 luck was not in her favour. Once the assault was finished, the men revealed their reason for being there, to bring her back to her parents. Pretending to be unconscious, Kenzi allowed herself to be removed from the house but managed to escape the car before they took off. She ran into the woods and didn't stop running until she literally collapsed to the ground.
Realising now that she would never really be free, Kenzi decided on something drastic and sought freedom in the only way she could think off, faking her own death. An unforgivable act for her own freedom and life, Kenzi found a girl who looked like her and set the scene, making sure to change the girl into her own clothes and add her own blood to the crime. She placed the body in an abandoned warehouse, wanting the body to be found eventually but hidden enough to give herself some time to finish putting everything in place. Calling in a favour through her criminal contacts, Kenzi met with a reknown underground cosmetic surgeon who helped her drastically change her appearance to match a new identity. It was through their help that Ashley Berzins was created. Once the surgery was completed and Kenzi looked unrecognizable, she killed the surgeon and hid the body in a place that they would never be found. With her new face and identity records created, all that was left to do was to say goodbye to Kenzi Petrov and take her place as Ashley Berzins. She burnt off her fingerprints so she could never be connected that way to her old self before leaving all Kenzi's possessions to be found with her "body" before alerting the authorities as an anonymous tipster.
Once the fake Kenzi was found, Ashley began stage two of her plan, taking her revenge. Slowly over a couple of months, Ashley hunted down the 4 men who had assaulted her in the warehouse, killing each in a creative and horrific way as a warning to the next. Watching them from the shadows as they squirmed and panicked until it was their turn next. With her emotions turned off, she surprisingly found that she relatively enjoyed the hunt and playing the role of predator against them but she put this down to the personal emotions attached to these men.
Once the men were killed, Ashley set her sights on her next targets, her parents. She knew they would be hard to get but she had the advantage of knowing their security details. Since "Kenzi's body" had been found she knew that her parents would not be looking for her, also giving her the second advantage of secrecy.
Ashley decided to leave a few months between the killing of the men and her parents so to not draw too much suspicion on the actions. During this time she committed many break ins and thefts to afford the life that she chose to live. What she didn't realise is that through her break ins she had attracted the attention of the FBI. The night before she planned to kill her parents, Ashley broke into a home that she knew belonged to her families enemy, a rival organisation to use their weapon to set them up. However, an extreme over sight and carelessness on her behalf, led to be being caught red handed by the FBI who had been following her in her pursuits. Ashley has been in prison for the last 5 years, serving a 30 year sentence for the home invasions.
Other Information
Power -
Phasing She can pass through solid objects and make other objects or people intangible by touching them.
Limitations -
Energy Expenditure: Phasing may require a significant amount of energy, causing fatigue or limitations on prolonged use.
Other Skills;-
Combat trained
Pickpocketing
Lock picking
Stealth
Parkour
Climbing
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eve <3
Monica Santos
# La Toxica
# Deva Cassel
♡coded by uxie♡
Elijah Ackermann
# Titan
# Alex Schlab
♡coded by uxie♡
Moni
La Toxica
full name
Monica Carmen Santos
code name
La Toxica
nickname(s)
Moni (Everyone uses this nickname around her) , Foxie (Her mother use to call her this) , Momo (Her father use to call her this) , Carmen (Her grandparents on both sides use to call her this)
age
Twenty
gender
Female [she/her]
p.o.b.
Detroit, Michigan
d.o.b.
October 20th
ethnicity
Mexican
sexuality
Pansexual (Fem lean)
hair
Monica's favorite thing about herself would definitely be her hair as she feels as it reminds part of her culture, her family. With her dark brown curls that fall almost perfect down her back stopping right above her hip. No matter what happens, she is not one to let her hair go uncared for, it's her charm so it must almost be cared for.
eyes
Her father always spoke so highly about how lucky he was that Monica was able to be given her mother's eye color with their beautiful shades of dark green that he almost told her mother he could get lost to. It only helps with her sharp almond eyes that her mother nicknamed her Foxie as she had such a strong glance whenever Monica would look at someone.
height + weight
5'6 ft. [167.64 cm.]
129 lb. [58.5 kg.]
body mods.
Moni has multiple small yet visible scars throughout her body from the experimenting her step-father had performed on during the span of 2 years of her life. She use to hide them but just let herself be as she knows one day they will heal, unlike her mind and soul.
faceclaim
Deva Cassel
virtues
⋆ Confident : Monica has a big of an ego for her appearances and brains which only oozes out with her every step she takes. In her mind, she is probably one of the few girls of her looks a man (or woman) will ever lay their mind on and she takes it with pride. No one can seem to derail her mindset and she also simply does not care to listen if the answers isn't the one that's already in her mind.
⋆ Gratitude : There has only been a handful of people who have proven to her that their existence is important to her, whether with their actions or words. Regardless, she always remembers them and is forgive grateful for their kindness & love that they gave her. Making Monica feel like a human being and not some kind of object of desire & lust.
⋆ Truthfulness : Not one to lie to those she cares about and honestly, will say think straight forward to the truth. Moni hates liars and she will call someone out for lying.
vices
⋆ Suspicion : Moni always comes off as someone untrustworthy to new individuals that she meets for the first time. It could be her stare, the way she presents herself, or even the way she talks down to people; everyone has keeps an eye on her in fear that she will turn on them at any point.
⋆ Rudeness : No matter how close you get with her or how long you know her, she snaps back every time and isn't scared to bad talk someone in front of their faces. Her tongue is always ready to give a snark remark or an insult.
⋆ Obsession : It could be the lack of people her age when she was younger or having limit amount of personal items growing up but now whenever she wants something, it becomes an unhealthy amount of want to the point she'll do anything for her hungry has been satisficed.
personality
Monica is a woman who knows her worth and knows the power she can hold over people through simply her beauty. She fully believes without her powers her brain and beauty are enough to get her out of all her problems if she really tried. Her cunning and sharp tongue is a trait she learned on her own and her rudeness only added to the sting she’s able to inflict on people’s emotions. She is also very manipulative and has a good understanding of how the human mind works and how to mess with someone’s mind. Moni is quite possessive and can easily become obsessive over something or someone, wanting to have it always in her grip no matter what and risking it all if she really had too for her to get what she wants.
interests
Chemistry
Out of all the sciences, this is the only one that has even brought her so much interest and joy whenever she learned it for the first time. Most people don’t realize how much she has storage in her mind, having most if not all of the periodic table memorized from a young age as well as the common and even deadly reaction of all of them amongst one another.
Gymtastics
Never fully trained in it but she taught herself most of the basics and several tricks, being able to be quite flexible with her body and improving as she got older.
Chess
The only game her father would ever play with her but she thanks him every day as it was able to apply the same mindset she would use during playing chess to her life and how she is observant with everyone around and always trying to be one step ahead of them at all times.
likes
Science, The color Red & Green, Math, Early Mornings, Roses, Makeup, Misty weather, Spicy food, Candles Loud Music (Phonk & Rock)
dislikes
Thunder, Her Step father, Being late, Windy & damp weather, Classical Music, Being touched, Reptiles, Heights, Planes, Holidays
mama
i love you, foxie
i miss you so much mama...
i know foxie. dad and i will always love you. we're so proud of how strong our baby is.
Call lasted 04:44.
history
Prologue
Miguel was only 2 years old when his family decided to make the decision to move their entire family of 5 to America; hearing long tales of the so-called ‘American Dream’ was enough to get his parent’s motivated to make the trip to escape the growing crime and disaster that Mexico City was becoming. Traveling to the border between Sonora and Arizona, all in one piece, which seems to be rather lucky from the tragic stories they would hear from fellow migrants of those who lost their loved ones during the voyage to the United States. Once they were in the States, their parents felt almost a sense of relief that they were finally on American soil, having a bit more peace and quiet in Phoenix, Arizona in comparison to Mexico City.
From a young age, He would watch as his parents and older brother would work hard in the fields during harvesting season to provide food on the table and the hefty bills that were needed to be paid off to keep his sister and him focused on their studies so they could do better than them. The moment his view on studying changed forever, was when his father got gravely ill with a high fever and hollering coughs from working under an unexpected light rain that turned into a thunderstorm. Just seeing how sickly and weak his father was in front of him, that night Miguel swore to his parents that he would work hard to get them the real life they deserved and not what they were doing as of right now.
And that’s exactly what he did, with his outstanding GPA and impressive line of wins he achieved from his high school years, he was able to score a spot to attend Yale University with a full ride scholarship, where he graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Chemical Engineering and a minor in Biology. During his time in Yale he met his future wife, Angelica Hernandez who was a Mexican-American bombshell that even his friends couldn’t even believe they were even on speaking terms in the first place. The two officially met during one of the few Biology classes and from there they started a sweet friendship, after a couple of friend hang outs and eventually a few dates that Miguel finally was able to cough out, the lovebird made it official and kept their relationship up for the rest of their college years. Once they were both graduated, Miguel was quick to pop the question and soon after college they were engaged and signing the marriage papers.
With Miguel’s shiny new degree and a great resume, he was able to land a job as an assistant scientist for the US Government that worked closely with the military programs and projects that they gave his department. He worked hard to show his intelligence and hard working mindset, in no time around his mid 30s, he was able to run up the ladder to secure a notable spot as one of the most important scientists that the Government would assign their much more private and secretive programs to work on.
Childhood
Monica Carmen Santos was born on October 20th in Detroit, Michigan to the high profiled American scientists, Miguel Santos and Angelica Hernandez. Although born in Michigan, Moni is basically a military brat as her parents had to travel frequently to any new assignments their department was sent off to complete. Because of this, she was able to have a much more adventurous childhood compared to most and she wouldn’t have asked for a difference or change anything about it. As Monica was the couple’s only child, they tried their best to shower her with as much attention and gifts as they could but since they were always so busy and the moving was so common for the family, they decided it was best for her to have a selective amount of items which wasn’t too much of a problem for Monica as a kid.
Due to the fact, there were little to no kids around Moni’s age, she spent most of her time either being homeschooled or doing her individual science projects. Her mother would take care of most of the teaching and whenever she could, one of her parent’s close friends would take over it. She had met all them throughout her early childhood so she was relatively close to all of them and trusted them a lot as well. As for her solo projects, she was advancing quickly in her classes and work that she was able to skip a year or two and during this, she fell in love with science. She became more and more interested in the field that her parents were both involved in and worked closely with.
As her time with her father became too thin and spread in between one another, she noticed a change in him. He wasn’t shining and smiling as much when she wasn’t around and it looked as if he was becoming ill in some way but never spoke about it with Monica so as to not worry her children of what he called “adult business”. Facing his weariness around his Momo and wanting to keep his daughter’s childhood happy and stress free. Then suddenly the little time she had originally had with her father was completely gone as he was picked up to focus on a new private program that kept him busy for weeks on end. She wasn’t completely sure what it was but a faint few letters she had picked up when her parents were speaking about it once she went off to bed, A.R.G.U.S maybe?
Soon after becoming a workaholic, her father introduced her to a new friend he had made during this time, Henry Goldberg. This ‘friend’ of her father always felt off to her, it could be the eerie stare he had when he loved her or the creepy smile he would often shine out to her whenever he was invited over to dinner or a friend gathering at her parent’s place but she knew this man was different.
Adolescence (TW: mention of death and physical abuse)
It was as if life knew what would create an imbalance in her life, her grandparents’ from both sides of the family suddenly passed away, coming as a shock to the family of three since they just visited them only recently for the holiday. This took hard toll on her parents than it did on Moni as she was upset but for her parents, this was their sign that they were finally completely alone; her mother wasn’t close to any of her brothers and all of her father’s siblings all went back down to Mexico as soon as news hit that villains were becoming rapidly more common and the fight between heroes and villains became more and more catastrophic for the citizens.
Life took another hit at her as around 13, her mother had the heart wrenching news that Miguel Santos her father had passed away from an expected lab accident that was still noted as unknown on his paperwork. Monica felt a piece of her heart was ripped from her as her guide, her mentor, her chess partner, her father was truly out of her life. She started to isolate herself from everyone and turned her attention to science to bring her some kind of joy. As if things couldn’t get any worse, with only a couple months of grieving the passing, her mother was already sent up to remarry to none other than Henry Goldberg. She was sick to her stomach, thinking that her mother could simply move on so quickly when she knew her father was the only man she knew her mother to ever love. This started a stringy long line of fighting and screaming towards her mother to which she would simply reply to Moni, “Sometimes we had to do things to keep the ones we love safe, foxie.” Without any care, she became distant to her mother and kept her distance with her now step father as she kept her feelings the same as they were when they first met.
That last straw in her heart would come again with death when her mother fell ill, similarly as her father but it didn’t take as long for her mother to stay as only a week or two of it trying to recover, she fell into the same fate as her father. The pin hitting where it hit most for her as she now knew what her parents knew but worse, she was no one. She was completely alone and under custody of Henry, her step father. It didn’t take long for Henry to ask for an early retirement, using the excuse of the sudden deaths in both his and Monica’s life enough to want to keep her away from this life. They granted it to him and in no time was he already taking Monica to the middle of nowhere North Dakota, and a rundown house that was no way near her likings or class.
Soon enough, she would come to realize that this was all a front for the dark secret he kept underneath where Henry would go to experiment, human experiments to be exact. Seeing the previous victims that fell under his grips, Moni could only wish death would come for her soon too. To Henry, Monica was the perfect sample to work with as he has been testing out a new creation of his own separate from his work at A.R.G.U.S. The pain and suffering she would experience for two long years only served her as reminders that she was still living and made her believe that if hell was ever real, this was close to it. Her fear of needles and blood soon became something from the past as she got used to the feeling of cuts and bruises on her body.
When Henry finally found the solution he was missing in his testing, Monica was sure this was the scared end she so dearly wished on. Once the needle was in and out, she could feel the serum driving through her body and making her feel uneasy, certain she would finally get her peace and rest with her parents. As her eyes fell close, she could almost make out the feeling of a hand on her cheek and another patting her head, a small whisper leading her to rest, “Not yet, amor. Not yet.”
Unfortunately she was awakened once more but she was…different. Monica was already placed in the rotten cell that she had called her supposed home but she didn’t want to be here longer. She needed to leave. Now. Waiting till she could be face to face with Henry, trying to figure out what exactly changed with her. Nothing appearance wise really changed, just the more she thought of Henry, her body left as if it was letting out sweat? But it wasn’t sweat? A quick smell from her hand sent her into a coughing fit, whatever it was, it was strong. It didn’t take long for Henry to come wisping into the room, beaming in joy with the succession of his experiment finally. Seeing his face made her nauseous with anger as she heard him say that he would indeed kill her now that he knew his serum worked, but death wasn’t the wish Moni wanted now. She wanted revenge. Sweet Toxic Revenge.
“I know you killed my father and mother. Now you come to me thinking that you can kill off the last person who knows all this. You. Are. Pathetic.” Her voice hissed at him as her hands were now placed on the iron bars, the sweat in her hand seeming to melt the metal with ease. It didn’t take long for her to get out of the cell and over to Henry as she used both her hands to cover his mouth, finding out she could also let out some kind of toxic fume from her body. Watching Henry, the murder of all her hopes and dreams, slowly yet painfully dying under her was the view she so desperately wished for and ended up getting her. Once her body was physically out of the rundown house where she was locked in and her feet left the dirt under her feet, all she could do was drop to her knees and cry. She was free. Monica Carmen Santos had survived.
Adulthood
After escaping and killing her step-father, Monica truly had nowhere to go, she could even tell you how she lived for as long as she did after it all. Taking long walks and hitch-hiking off various strangers that saw such a weak looking girl walking on the side of the road. The days turning into weeks, she was about to reach San Francisco, California, from there Moni had to resort to stealing new clothing and food to stay afloat with the booming city of San Fran. Monica considered her lucky enough to never get caught and soon enough living on the streets felt like nature to her as she started to learn the ins and outs of the street and the people who lived on it.
During one of her common thieving spots, her presence was caught by a particular girl who fortunately for her was in need of a skillful hand like Monica. After a few No’s, Monica finally agreed to be let in as there was promise of shelter and warm food, two things she had no right to deny now of all times. Meeting the rest of the group and finally finding out the name of the person who brought her here in the first place, Kim. As a collected group, they organized small steals to get them through the week with food and even a few wants and needs that they were allowed to ask for. Moni became very close to Kim, their friendship felt too important for her to lose her. The two were always teased for their small touches and secret smiles that they would give one another. She felt at home. A real home for her to stay with.
Kim thought of a massive heist that she was certain would let them have more than enough and even flee off to the East Coast after never having to worry about stealing to survive again, everyone was a bit hesitant as it would be their first big hit but Moni was always up for a new challenge. Needless to say, no amount of preparing and training would have saved them that day. A fight between villain and hero had currented that day in San Francisco putting any building in its place in danger, Moni barely made it out with one or two of her friends but Kim was lost beneath the bank that was hit in the middle of the crossfire.
She lost another one. Monica lost another someone in her life. But this stinged as the last words that she ever heard from her were the soft words of ‘I love you.’ The anger she had been trying to pin down in herself was finally let out, she showed no mercy to anyone that day. Using her fumes and acid to sweep anyone who came to stop her. Moni couldn’t care less if she was caught or killed, others had to suffer because she had enough to suffer for the rest of her life. Eventually after her 2 day killing spree, she was caught and thrown under arrest but was transferred out to Louisiana where they believed had a better suited prison for Monica and her powers.
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family
Miguel Antonio Santos Father (Decreased)
Angelica Maria Hernandez Mother (Decreased)
Henry Stephen Goldberg Step-Father (Decreased?)
Kimberly (Kim) Angeloff Girlfriend/First Love (Decreased)
residence
Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana
Power
Toxikinesis
Limitations
⋆ Monica can only use the acid that is produced in her own body.
⋆ Her toxic fumes can and will kill her if she inhales them.
extra facts
⋆ She got into Chemistry because one of her parent’s friends mentioned what they would do in the labs, which caught her attention.
⋆ If the heist was successful, Kim and her would have moved to Texas where Kim is originally from and lived in the countryside. Living off of livestock and their own farming.
⋆ Her favorite toy growing up was a stuffed animal fox that her mother gifted her on her 2nd birthday because of her nickname with her mother.
Perfect Girl
Mareux
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Eli
Titan
full name
Elijah Ackermann
code name
Titan
nickname(s)
Eli (Everyone uses this nickname around him) , Jay (Her brother use to call him this)
age
Twenty-Two
gender
Male [he/him]
p.o.b.
Houston, Texas
d.o.b.
April 7th
ethnicity
German-Chinese
sexuality
Heterosexual
hair
Elijah’s hair has pretty straight light brown hair that in the right lighting could shine a couple of little strands of blonde that has his father's genetics to thank for. His hair can occasionally be styled but it’s a battle in itself so his go to is simply to just quickly dry it with a towel and let it do its thing on its own.
eyes
He’s always been told that he had teddy bear eyes as they are a welcoming, warm color of brown that everyone seems to love looking into. His eye style suits his face shape and proportions but when he was young, Eli would get bullied for a while when they found out he was half Chinese and would poke fun at his more almond shaped eyes.
height + weight
6’3 ft. [190.5 cm.]
190 lb. [86.1 kg.]
body mods.
Eli just has a couple of scars on his right leg where they did the first surgery because his football incident. The smaller much more fade ones through his body were from fights in his childhood.
faceclaim
Alex Schlab
virtues
𒄬 Consideration: Eli lives by the motto his father told him to never forget “Treat others as you would want to be treated”, even if it was corny and everyone pretty much says it; to Eli, he tries to live it to its fullest as he will always show kindness to those around him regardless of their background or ideas. (Spoiler: Kinda fails sometimes.)
𒄬 Practicality: It could be his still dense mindset and not one who wants to learn more than he already knows or that he thinks is too hard but he looks into the reality of life and their problems rather than having them based on his own ideas and interest.
𒄬 Tactfulness: He’s pretty good at knowing what to say and what to do in situations whatever that may be as well as again never being one to be rude or careless with his words as he wouldn’t want to cause more issues.
vices
𒄬 Controlling: Something he isn’t paying much attention to his actions in this sense as its a trait that his ex girlfriends have always had a problem with. Eli thinks he’s doing good when he wants to know everything and be able to be in control at all times but most people don’t want to be told what to do at all times while for Eli, that’s exactly what he does.
𒄬 Stubbornness: This is definitely where the dense mindset comes into hand, Elijah is not one to listen to others very well and has his mind set on goals that can either cause more problems for himself and others or just seem a bit unrealistic to his abilities at times.
𒄬 Violent: He isn’t the same person when he is angered and when that switch in his mind turns on, Eli turns into a monster who is willing to hurt and even kill someone without another thought. It may not be his intention but he is quite violent when upset.
personality
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interests
Football
It's the sport he had played since he was a little youngster, playing with his older brother and dad was what made it such a passion for him that Elijah kept playing it all throughout middle school, high school and up to his university years.
Mixed Martial Arts
Eli only got into this after starting to watch it in high school and he would occasionally take part in practicing the sport whenever he headed out to the gym with his buddies. It allowed him to let out some stress and frustration that his teachers and girlfriends were giving him.
Skateboarding
He wasn’t much of a professional but he also started doing this for fun with friends during high school and kept it going for a while, especially in college as Eli would use this to travel around campus as well as maybe catching the eye of girls who seem to like skaters.
likes
Mountains, Football, Hot & dry weather, Sailing, The beach, Working out, Skateboarding, His mom’s cooking, Exploring, Flirting, The sun, MMA
dislikes
Face touching, Spring, Surprises, Wild animals, Fish, Complainers, Classes, Studying, Reading, Trains, Closed spaces, His birthday, Rainy days
xav
i miss you, jay
why did you leave me?
i haven't. i'm still here, jay. i'm always here with you.
Call lasted 08:88.
history
Childhood
Elijah Benjamin Ackermann was born on April 7th to Jeremy Ackermann and Jessica Zhang, the couple met soonly before graduating when his mother traveled out of Mainland China to take up an internship as well as being a transfer student in Houston, Texas. Jeremy was the star of his college football team so he was ready to hopefully soon take it professionally but instantly fell in love with Jessica. He fought to show her that he wasn’t some kind of thick-skull white boy who just knew how to throw a ball around but was determined to show her the love he had for her in such a short amount of time. To him, Jessica was his world. Jessica decided to take her chances and give him a chance to woo her and it truly paid off, in their last year of college, he proposed and even traveled to visit Jessica’s family to ask for her hand in marriage. He didn’t care about football for himself, Jeremy knew he would regret it one day but it would never regret marrying her.
The couple shortly had their first child and son, Xander who was already from a young age a crazy boy who had a wild mind, the two loved him dearly but felt as soon enough he would become lonely not having another sibling to care and play with so Elijah came along. He was almost a polar opposite to Xander, he seem to be much mooder than his older brother and often threw hissy fits when he didn’t get want he wanted or get the attention from his parents when he wanted it. They found this side of him quite hard to control but the only one that could calm him down was Xander, it was as if his voice was laced with some relaxing touch to it because it was music to Eli’s ears whenever he would get told what to do through him. From there, the parents found some kind of peace with Eli.
The real problems would come from him being around individuals and other kids that he was quite familiar with and this only caused his anger to grow easily around them. It didn’t take long for him to start being physical and hurt the other children in these classes, getting to the point he was changing his homeroom multiple times in a single school year or even a school semester. Once he would run out of classes to change to, Elijah would just get kicked out and moved to another school in the district. Xander had the great idea of football to let out Eli’s anger, through this Xander was able to learn the real root of all his violence at school. Eli was in reality, a victim of bullying from his classmates who never stopped to poke fun at Elijah’s differences as he was a mixed child. He never fit in within any of his groups as he was never ‘fully’ good enough for them as he was never ‘100%’ of either one of his races. The last fight Eli would get into as a child was a pretty scary one for his parents, he picked a fight with a much older kid but he didn’t seem to care and shockingly technically won the fight with various injuries and scars.
His parents gave him an ultimatum with him being sent to a boarding school out of the country or he would pick up his act as this would be the last school they would be sending him too. He only agreed because he wanted to be with Xander and in all honesty, Xander was the only one who could keep his cool around and willing to listen. Through his passion of football and his growing connection with his father and brother with it, he was able to be a bit more tame with the other schools and even able to move along finally, especially after befriend a girl by the name of Emily who seemed to be the first friend of his that he felt actually wanted the best out of him and truly cared about him too.
Adolesence
Right before entering high school, Eli was able to transfer to his father’s school where he was known as one of the elite ex players and with said legacy, he was able to score an easy spot on the football team and continue his passion even farther. Some of his teammates didn’t think he deserved such a high rank at only his first year in but they couldn’t beat the nepo babies that would come and go from the school. He took this power he now had and used it for the worse, becoming someone who would go out and hide people just for the fun of it. Usually he only does small scale bullying and never pushes it too out there, mostly to not disappoint his brother.
Around his second year, he dated to just date for the hell of it and picked a cheer girl, Kaylee to keep the usual football player and cheerleader power couple. Their relationship was a big up and down one, constant fights and breaks up to only get back together but to Eli, this was the fun of it all. The toxic nature of it all, gave him the thrill and excitement he wanted, no, what he needed. Soon enough, the other guys knew not to mess with Kaylee out of fear of messing with Eli, regardless if they were together at the time or not. Unfortunately, a newer transfer didn’t get the memo and Kaylee began to get a fancy for the boy which only created hatred within Elijah.
Noticing the two kissing secretly in between classes, Eli didn’t have the patience to be messed with and in no time, he was blinded by rage as he was throwing punches and blood spitting everywhere. He had to get tackled off the poor child who nearly made it out alive, being put in a 1 month long coma as a result and a few broken bones. Elijah knew this was the last time he would probably step foot in the school, knowing very well that he would get kicked out but with shock, his father was able to pull in to save him and pay not only the family but different individuals to keep Elijah secured with both his placement in school and his position on the football team. This created a division between him and his parents and the only person who wasn’t scared shitless with Eli was Xander.
Adulthood
College was the big hit for him, finally being away from home and truly experiencing freedom at its fullest. School wasn’t his strong suit so it didn’t take long for him to find him a boytoy to get them to do all his work for him while he partied. Picking out the smart kid he could spot on the first week, he promised Victor a good amount of cash for his work to be complete and to be able to score at least a B or higher. Victor took up the deal as he was tight on money between living on his own and paying some of his schooling out of pocket. This was where Eli made his fun, spilling some cash to Victor on the side and spending most of his nights out on parties, clubs or anywhere that offered him drinks and girls.
After a heavily drunken night he must have forgotten to pay Victor back, getting a frustrated call from him at 6am, asking him where the payment was going through because he needed to pay his rent today or else, he would get kicked. Still hungover and slightly under the influence of god knows what he took the night before, cussed Victor and went back to his slumber as the game he would have the following night was one of the most important ones for his school. Fully prepped and trained for the play, Elijah felt as if this would be the easiest game so far with the high confidence and support he had on top of him. He wasn’t able to play much more than a single play before his life would change completely. Eli couldn’t fully remember what had happened but the knock back and force he was hit with, including the way he laid on his right leg. In and out of consciousness, when Elijah was able to notice where he was and what had happened, he got the news that the surgery was success but that unfortunately due to the damage that his knee had taken and how delicate it was after it all, that he wouldn’t be able to continue to play football the same nor keep up his dream and hopefully becoming professional as he wishes as a child.
Eli took this change hard as he dropped out of college and became depressed, unwilling to try more in his life. His brother tried to get him out of the loop but even he couldn’t get him out of his mind of disappointment towards himself and the hate he had towards whoever did this to him. He had the name but no face to click it to since he dropped out and fell off the face of the earth. Soon enough, due to his brother’s reckless driving and speeding, Xander got into a fatal accident which only created more of a stump in his life as he lost the two things he loved most in this world.
Lost in the loop of his life, he felt like there was nothing that could help him become better or grow out of this. Right before he decided to take in some sleeping pills, a quiet email rang into his phone. He must have sent his email out to someone when he was still looking for ways to walk normally and play football again and this came a year late for him. Reading it out loud and he was able to take in his mind was “We can make you play again, Elijah.” was all he needed to hear to get him out to get the surgery they spoke so highly about in the email. Free of charge as he would be the first to ever undergo this type of procedure, he didn’t care to research more of it and expect the best from it all. Unknowingly submitting himself to being tested on with something that not even the staff was sure would work or kill him instantly. Being awakened with his body feeling nothing like his own as the doctors trained him to hone his new ability, finally not only be able to walk but able to change the material fabric of his body into metal.
After the surgery was shipped off and sent to basically be an assassin for a highly powerful Yoland whose only requirement she had for Elijah was to ‘simply kill off the people SHE decided to kill off.’ Elijah just tried to play it as if he was back in school, picking fights that only ended with death and always him winning. On the side though, he made sure to get someone to research all about his accident in college and find out who did this to him. With some extreme searching and interraging that one of his close co-workers did for him, it somehow tied back to Victor. He had used the last of his money on hiring one of the lesser known players to get him hurt. To get him off the team. Away from HIS dream.
Abiding moment for him, that Eli knew would create problems between him and Yolanda but he never cared for his job. He didn’t care about her. All he cared about was killing Victor and that's actually what he did; after the gruesome murder, Elijah turned himself in as to him, this was all he wanted. And he got it after all.
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family
Jeremy Matthew Ackermann Father (Alive)
Jessica Ackermann-Zhang Mother (Alive)
Xavier William Ackermann Older Brother (Decreased)
residence
Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana
Power
Metal Mimicry
Limitations
𒄬 Eli moves a lot slower than those around him when he turns to metal.
𒄬 Electricity can hurt or kill him depending the voltage.
𒄬 Highly Magnetic.
extra facts
𒄬 Elijah has a total of seven official ex girlfriends, as for flings and hookups, he lost count (honestly)
𒄬 Eli never liked school and never will, his football skills are the only reason he went to school and he planned on going to the NFL after it.
𒄬 The only people he truly loves in his life are his parents, his brother and Emily.
Consume
Chase Atlantic
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phnx.
bite the hand that feeds.
noa ophir
# kryptonite
# ana de armas
♡coded by uxie♡
kryptonite.
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noa
ophir
ㅎㅎ
01.
full name
noa ophir
02.
formerly
subject 161, prime
03.
alias
kyrptonite
04.
age
twenty-three
05.
sexuality
pansexual
radioactive.
am i a sickness, or am i the cure?
visage
height
five-foot six
weight
142 lbs.
hair colour
brown
eye colour
green
appearance
subject 161, like all subjects, was genetically designed to be what most would consider 'conventionally attractive'- it is simply easier to have an agent aesthetically pleasing enough to be manipulative, but not too remarkable as to be easily pointed out in a crowd. dark lashes frame wide eyes that betray little emotion, a symetrical face leading down to a slim, well-toned body with plenty of hidden muscle. the definition of a femme fatale.
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ana de armas
persona
noa is, in the simplest terms, a product of her environment. raised as a weapon, trained and polished to perfection by the league of assassins, noa has the traits of a well-oiled machine; precise, efficient, deadly.
noa can efficiently blend into any situation, reflecting personality traits and manipulating those around her. but her true persona is apathetic, indifferent, almost cold in her demeanor. she's purely motivated by following the orders of her superiors, as she was made to do- personal attachments were never in the cards for her.
soaking up input like a sponge, noa's mind is comparable in efficiency to a computer, remembering each and every thing that's ever happened to her and filing away relevant information until she needs to call upon it again. in most cases, this is useful. noa doesn't mention the times it's almost painful- recalling her slow, agonizing death in perfect detail, every death she's caused razor-sharp. no use in dwelling on the past, she says.
as one could imagine, noa isn't too adept when it comes to social situations. she takes most everything literally, and is hopelessly inept when it comes to understanding pop culture references in a meaningful context. she's also rather blunt, a fairly off-putting trait for those not used to dealing with her particular brand of sharp honesty.
virtues
precise
efficient
quick-thinking
vices
perfectionist
literal
blunt
history
the before
three... two... one...
iridescent liquid flooded the incubation tank, pushing out the milky blue fluid until it was completely replaced, the greenish glow flooding the small room. hamilton refused to take his eyes off the small, floating mass that the green now engulfed, as though breaking his line of sight would fail the whole experiment, condemning the body to rapid grotesque mutation, or cancerous growth, or any other number of effects that the radioactive serum would subject an improperly prepared body to.
the small thing was eerily still. hamilton felt his heart beat. perhaps this one would simply melt like the , its dna turning in on itself until it simply ceased to be anything more than a glob of genetic mess.
but nothing happened. for five, ten, fifteen minutes, the creature endured, vitals steady despite the radiation now pumping through its veins. the professor released his bated breath at last.
"well? how'd this trial go?" the voice came from behind him, authoritative, expectant.
hamilton hesitated. "it took. trial 16 is a success."
the voice made a sound of approval. "very good."
"prepare subjects 161 through 169 for development."
early life
subject 161 wasn't born as much as she was grown.
she came out of the incubation tube at eight weeks in the body of a sixteen-year-old, having been telepathically fed an education, just like her peers; eight other experiments, of varying genders and appearance, but all with one thing in common.
subject 161 remembers the first person to come in to the cold metal room they'd all been assigned to; the first real person, not one of those things in the masks and heavy suits. she remembers them staggering as soon as they entered, spilling their insides across the floor, spasming as every organ failed at once.
none of the subjects had even lifted a finger.
that man had only been the first of many. the others varied, varied in age, gender, even species. some lasted longer than others. some tried to beg, or fight, or display abilities the subjects had only dreamed of. but in the end, each and every one of those brought in had folded, doomed to the same slow, cruel death.
the subjects knew what fighting was. their minds had been force-fed training regimens and combat moves and striking techniques since their neurons had first developed. but fighting in real-time, out of their tubes, was different. each hit taken and injury sustained was another addition into a long mental catalog, turning the subjects from worthy creations to even finer soldiers.
soldiers that, though none of the subjects new it, could take on even the strongest of heroes.
subject 161, prime for short, quickly rose through the rankings of the spawn of trial 16. she was a smart soldier, a formidable fighter, and had some of the strongest bindings of any of the later subjects. prime had become somewhat of a teacher's pet to professor emil hamilton, the head of the experiment, and though none of the subjects knew the word for 'jealousy', they all felt it.
it was just another day, though words like 'day', or 'night', or 'year' were meaningless in sublevel 63 of the cadmus labs. time head evidently passed, though; the experiments were taller, more mature-seeming, more skilled. it was just another sparring match, nothing out of the ordinary, as the sounds of swinging kicks and punches filled the small, lead-lined room.
not until subject 169 doubled over, retching black tar across the sparring mat.
she'd been wheeled away by those things in the suits, and though nobody exactly knew what had happened, prime heard the whispers, hamilton's mumblings. she'd heard how tumors had replaced 169's insides, eating her up until there was nothing left.
that incident shook up the remaining experiments, but for a while, that was all it had been- an incident. just an incident, until 165 had staggared around like a drunkard, swerving until he collapsed, his head cracking against the concrete floor. until 162's hair started falling out, skin sloughing off in short suit. until 168 had gone to sleep, and just... never woke up.
it was becoming more and more obvious what was happening- the kryptonite in their veins was turning against them.
one by one, the subjects died off, until only prime remained. they assumed it was because she was the first, the strongest. that she'd avoid the horrible fate that had befallen her siblings.
no, she wasn't strong. she was just a good liar.
the vomiting was kept to the quietest corners of her room, the fatigue and nausea forced down. it came in waves, but she was determined, determined not to die.
but hamilton knew. somehow, he always knew; but he wasn't content on simply sitting and letting prime perish. but he also knew that if cadmus were to catch wind of prime's genetics failing her, they'd insist on putting her down, clearing the way for experiment 17. and hamilton wasn't about to let that happen.
the breakout had been shockingly simple- nobody at cadmus had expected prime to even attempt at an escape, let alone be ushered by their head scientist. and so, the two ran, running away to a remote location in the northeast.
their roles became more defined, the longer they stayed away from cadmus. hamilton spent early mornings and late nights working away in his labs, trying to find some way to keep prime from dying- or at least keep her alive for long enough for him to find out the former.
prime, meanwhile, was the guard dog. she was to go out, putting down any government agents that sniffed around just a bit too much, got a bit too close on their tails. and this worked, for a while.
it worked, until prime's episodes got worse.
few people know what it feels like to die from the inside out. feel your organs rot away, your mind deteriorate, while your spirit still wills your body forwards. when you know you have another mission to complete, yet you also know that you're bound to fail either way. when you wither away, until...
until...
until you're somewhere you weren't supposed to be.
until shadows fill your vision, your head spinning, as you fall, fall, fall.
and then... you die.
awakened
"good morning, noa ophir."
a sharp breath entered prime's lungs. every neuron in her body woke up at once, sending screaming pains down her limbs. it was agony to move, to blink, to exist.
and then, all at once, the pain was gone, replaced by something... indescribable.
prime sat up slowly, turning her head towards the voice. it seemed to belong to a woman some years older than her, with tanned skin, deep brown hair, and calculating eyes. despite the greeting, her expression was anything but welcoming.
"noa...?"
a newspaper sliced through the air, landing face-up on prime's lap, turned to the 'obituaries' section. "died this past friday. same day as you, actually," the woman said. "difference is, she didn't come back- and you need an identity. i assume the cadmus coats didn't give you much beyond a number?"
prime rubbed her eyes, feeling a splitting headache coming on. "i feel as though i'm missing some context hear."
the woman sighed, pacing towards prime. "we've been watching watching you for some time, ever since you and that scientist ran out on cadmus. you're far too powerful to be in the hands of just one man, and when you died on your mission to take out senator brown, we saw an opportunity to come in, and do something mutually beneficial."
prime shook her head. she felt as though there was far more than the woman let on, but one question lingered far more than the others. "who's we?"
the woman didn't laugh, but prime could swear she saw a flicker of something close to amusement behind her eyes. "that, my dear, is simple."
"we're the league of assassins."
the league & now
her story was explained in phases.
prime- or noa, as she now went by- had died on that mission one week prior. fully, irrevocably dead- but death can be escaped. and she had escaped it, thanks to the league of assassins. the woman who'd met noa upon her waking up, talia all ghul, had explained how the lazarus pit was able to revive near anyone recently dead- it had revived her, her father, some others. now, noa had been revived, and thanks to the effects of the pit, she'd never fall sick to her own dna again.
the league knew there was a lot of things within their wheelhouse, but dealing with metahumans was not one of those. they had been looking for a contingency- and that was noa. her power to weaken enemies made her formidable in her own right, but disabling superhuman abilities made her even beyond what the league had seen. her training with cadmus had only amplified this.
there was much work to be done, though, but noa's abilities made it somewhat difficult, given anyone coming within sparring distance of her would immediately feel the effects of the kryptonite in her blood; everyone except, strangely enough, those who had also taken a dip in the lazarus pit. that's how, oddly enough, talia al ghul herself became her personal trainer.
for the next five years, noa trained with the league. never going out of the field, scarce interacting with anyone but talia. it was certainly an existence, though one not too different from what she'd endured at cadmus.
you're too valuable an asset, she was always told. we need to save you for when the time is right.
but when would the time be right?
the time was right that bright summer day in 2024, when noa was finally, finally given an assignment. it was a simple enough assassination, one that noa didn't think needed five years of training to accomplish, but she wasn't one to complain. it was easy.
it should have been easy.
there was no way the swat team would've known to find her in that specific alleyway. no chance they would've known to wear lead suits and swarm her with so many people that she would be hopelessly outmatched- not unless they'd been tipped off.
we need to save you for when the time is right.
this couldn't possibly have been what talia have meant?
right?
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connections
talia al ghul
talia al ghul marks noa's life after death. she was the first face she saw after waking up, the only constant presence in the last five years of her life. she became almost a sister- as sisterly as a relationship between two cold, seemingly unfeeling people could be. she was her rock, but now, noa doesn't know what talia could have possibly wanted from her- or if noa ending up in belle reve was all part of some elaborate plan.
emil hamilton
hamilton was noa's creator, the one who took pity on her, perhaps the closest thing she's had to a father. but behind the caring mask is a calculating scientist, only interested in noa for what she could bring him- answers. answers, and progress. he had made the first mineral-infused humanoid, and noa was his only proof of that. now though, noa has no idea of his whereabouts, if he's even alive. she doubts it. and she doesn't really know if she cares.
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powers
thanks to the work of the brilliant professor emil hamilton, project kr.ii, trial 16 brought about beings with a form of alpha-kryptonite bonded directly to their dna, enabling these beings to passively emit a unique form of radiation capable of not only disabling kryptonians, but any posthuman or nonhuman with superhuman abilities. of course, subject 161 is the sole living subject from this trial, with her exposure to the lazarus pit giving her immunity to her own radiation, which would have otherwise killed her. the effect of her radiation works only within a certain range of her body, approx. 10 feet. the effect of this radiation weakens the further one is from the subject, with abilities being at their full strength approx. 20 feet away and progressively weakening as the user gets farther. being in close proximity of the subject for an extended period of time can cause symptoms of acute radiation syndrome for normal humans, posthumans and nonhumans alike, such as nausea, fatigue, and confusion, though unlike radiation syndrome caused through other sources, symptoms of radiation syndrome caused by this exposure subside much faster and don’t seem to cause any lasting effects, though extensive testing hasn’t yet been conducted to conclude the accuracy of these predictions.
abilities
when creating the subjects for project kr.ii, it was crucial to ensure that all subjects would be fine-tuned for field work, even beyond their power-disabling radiation. subject 161, like all other subjects, possesses a true eidetic memory, able to recall even the most minute details in her life. furthermore, thanks to this same genetic tampering, subject 161 effortlessly retains a peak human condition, remaining physically strong, swift, and agile at all times.
equipment
subject 161's suit has an integrated toolbelt in which she stores all manner of paraphernalia, including a glock 19, a pair of daggers, a portable emp device, a small first aid kit, and a grappling hook.
strengths
due to her training, both with cadmus and the league of assassins, subject 161 excels in hand-to-hand combat, as well as marksmanship.
weaknesses
despite her abilities, subject 161 is unequivocally, irrevocably human- despite her enhancements, she can succumb to sickness or injury just as easy as any normal human. she's also a ghost beyond belle reve; she has no social security number, no passport, no identity- she could scarce escape even if she wanted to.
suit
when not actively in combat, subject 161 is made to wear a suit made of a woven lead material, including a hood and face mask, that effectively blocks most of the radiation her body emits. when in the field, she wears a more easily-disposable lead covering, with a black kevlar suit underneath which is easily permeated by her radiation.
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zach alcott
# shrike
# alex fitzalan
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01.
full name
zachary alcott
02.
nicknames
zach, boy wonder
03.
alias
shrike
04.
age
twenty
05.
sexuality
heterosexual
butcher bird.
i am not violent. i am not malicious. i am a result.
visage
height
six-foot two
weight
186 lbs.
hair colour
black
eye colour
dark gray
appearance
zach looks like your typical troublemaker; ever-present smirk, mean laughing eyes, a constant almost relaxed posture; even when going into a fight, zach looks as though he's having an absolute ball. dark curls fall over his otherwise unremarkable face, peppered with small scars from years of fighting, leading down to a slim but well-toned body. a tattoo of three bleeding feathers rest on his collarbone, with zach fabricating some wild tale every time someone asks for its meaning.
face claim
alex fitzalan
persona
if you'd only met zach once, you'd assume he thought everything in life is a game. if you met him twice, you'd know he thinks life is a game; maybe not candyland, but at least risk. he's arrogant, but not aloof, and certainly not foolish- but when he knows that he's got something in the bag, he won't show any hint of nerves or hesitation.
with this, zach tends to not take things to seriously, at least not on a surface-level. his first language is sarcasm, and even the most dire of circumstances won't be left without a facetious word or two. despite this, he knows when and where to turn up the charm, using it to get what he wants, or just to get a reaction.
but most of all; zach is untrustworthy. he does most things that people ask of him, yes, things that he deems interesting enough or worth his time, but in no way could he ever be considered loyal. he's not some snivelling rat coward, but in his mind, he comes first, because nobody else would put him there. don't trust him as far as you can throw him.
virtues
bold
charming
analytical
vices
sardonic
disloyal
ruthless
history
a caged robin
zachary alcott was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a gilded cage for his home. like many children of gotham’s elite, he was oft overlooked, pawned off on nannies and used as an accessory as soon as he was old enough. tobias alcott was a wealthy business mogul, his wife samantha an heiress, and they simply didn’t have time for young zach. sure, they could provide him with anything and everything he wanted- all except for the attention any so desperately craves.
so, he acted out. small things at first- breaking a vase here, ruining a portrait there. made a fool of himself and his parents at galas, the works. zach, though, was very quickly- and very forcefully- taught he was absolutely not to act out again. to parse words, his parents were… old-fashioned with their disciplinary methods. obedience was beaten into him from an early age.
zach found solace in computer systems, and though his parents could afford the best instructors money could buy, zach kept this interest to himself, preferring to learn from defunct forums and ripped textbook scans. he had a knack for the stuff, too- by age ten, he could hack into even well-secured systems.
but life never stays too comfortable in gotham. a young zach wouldn’t understand the underground society of gothams’ elite, how those that ruled the skies would be the fall of his parents. dues don’t go unpaid with the court of owls, and his parents just happened to pay with their lives.
all zach knew was that his parents were dead. that he’d likely be sent to some dingy foster home, where he’d get ganged up on by the kids who knew the streets as home, rather than a mansion. he’d be trapped in just another cage.
but that didn’t happen. he didn’t really process it, at first, when his case worker walked him into the mansion so similar to the one he’d grown up in, introducing him to his new parents- jack and janet drake. foster parents, but parents nonetheless.
connections were everything in gotham, and the alcotts happened to run pretty deep with the drakes. plus, adopting a sad orphan boy had a tendency to cast a good light on yourself, at least in the eyes of the drakes. so, zach joined the family as their second son.
the first son, he’d known of for a bit. tim drake was a character, to say the least; the most popular kid at their shared ‘computer whiz kids’ camp, always the most talkative kid in class- usually because he was trying to prove the teacher wrong. zach wasn’t really enthused by having this blaring extrovert for a new brother.
over time, it became somewhat clear that zach’s foster parents were just like his biological ones, in that they didn’t really give a damn about him. they didn’t acknowledge his existence past the first week of him living with them, and more surprisingly, they didn’t acknowledge tim, either. it took a bit, but the boys did eventually gravitate towards each other, just to have someone to talk to.
turns out, they had a lot more in common than they thought. they both loved gaming and computers, were skilled hackers, and made a habit of watching all the superhero stories on the news. and the more time they spent together, the closer they became, until zach considered tim less like the stranger he shared a house with, and more like real family.
maybe having a brother wouldn’t be so bad after all.
may 30th, 2016
“i found out who batman is.”
zach didn’t even glance up from his game. “huh? what are you talking about?”
just as he was about to reach the checkpoint, he found his controller snatched away, red flooding the screen as his character collapsed. fire-filled eyes turned up to meet tim’s shit-eating grin, zach’s controller in one hand an a laptop in the other.
“i’m so serious, dude. i know who batman is.”
zach felt the need to make a witty retort, but he had to admit that his interest was piqued. “well, who is it?”
“bruce. freakin'. wayne.” tim collapsed on a beanbag chair beside zach, rotating the laptop to reveal a screen of information. “and his sidekick? i’m almost one-hundred percent sure it’s dick grayson- you know, that guy from the circus we went to whose parents died? well, i think he had another sidekick for a bit, but...”
“tim…” zach shook his head as he read through the document. “you’re an evil genius.” he leaned back in his own seat. “so, what are we gonna do with this? blackmail the guy?”
tim wrinkled his nose. “blackmail? why would i wanna do that? no... i wanna be his new sidekick.”
an explanation of batman’s fighting before and after his second robin disappeared flowed over zach’s ears, but in truth, he wasn’t really paying attention. “but… well, why you?”
“well…” tim shrugged. “who else would it be?”
tale of two sidekicks
over the next six months, zach learned how to lie.
yeah, tim was here all night. no, i don’t know what the motion detectors caught, probably just a stray cat. why does tim have a black eye? yeah, he got into a fight at school, but didn’t want to tell anyone because he said he could handle it himself.
zach didn’t mind covering for tim. after all, his brother was the robin- how cool was that? it definitely made up for the pit in zach’s stomach every time he heard police sirens zip by or the bat signal light up the night, or the pangs of fear and jealousy every time tim suited up.
but as much as zach tried to convince himself otherwise, he just couldn’t stand the thought of tim being a vigilante- at least, not alone.
the plan was simple enough. plant a tracker on tim’s robin suit, follow the signal, and state his terms to tim and bruce. what those terms were, zach wasn’t totally sure, but he was determined to get in on this whole ‘sidekick’ thing, once and for all.
the execution, however, was not as simple. tim had gone with the brilliant strategy of knocking on the wayne manor’s door and confronting bruce wayne in the daylight. it was genius, considering the streets of gotham were decidedly not safe for a lone twelve-year-old.
it didn’t help that once zach did find the pair, he nearly had his head split in half by a batarang.
tim did manage to talk down a fuming batman, even as zach looked him over with furrowed brows, trying to imagine the charismatic billionaire as the brooding hero. zach’s later comment about knowing bruce’s identity decidedly was not helpful, but with some persuasion, the pair did manage to convince bruce to take zach back with them to the manor.
zach hadn’t really expected the nerves to get to him, at least not to the point where all he could say was that he wanted to be a hero, too. but, to zach’s surprise, tim spoke up. he’d said zach was just as capable as he was, if not more. that zach was an orphan, just like bruce and the two robins before tim. that if anyone should be a robin, it was zach.
bruce’s gaze swept over them, and zach wondered if it was true that batman really did have superpowers, since he felt frozen in place. but, with a bit of hesitation, he relented.
it took months of training, of late nights and sore muscles and bruises and lacerations that left zach wondering how tim had managed to go through it all with a smile on his face. but finally, finally, his hard work paid off, and he was rewarded with his very own suit.
and the world debut tim and zach together- the red and black robins.
november 2nd, 2020
“there’s your file.” zach gestured vaguely at the screen, at a folder, labeled drake.
tim laughed. “wonder what he’s got down for me? in case of emergency, break legs?”
“probably more than what he’s got for me,” zach replied flippantly. “one bright light, and i’m out.”
“i mean, i guess we can see, right?” the sound of fingers flying across a keyboard. a scrolling wheel. “huh. allard, allen… no alcott.” tim shook his head, before saying, “probably just means you’re not big enough of a threat to need a contingency plan,” a smirk playing across his lips.
zach laughed. “right.” but the reply was empty, his mind wandering back to the triple-encrypted file they'd come across when hacking into the batcave's computer, the folder neither of them could break through, the one bruce reserved only for the brightest heroes and most depraved villains. zach wondered, if his contingency plan was in there, which end of the spectrum he fell on.
“i’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
dark revelation
a lot can happen in five years.
you and your brother could become the sidekicks of gotham’s most prolific hero. that hero’s former sidekick could come back from the dead- long story. you could find yourself a new family- an incredibly dysfunctional family, but better than any real family you’d ever had.
your foster parents could die while you looked on, helpless. your brother could get adopted, but not you- zach supposed it might’ve been necessary to not draw attention, but it still stung.
you could develop superpowers.
all the robins knew about the “no meta” rule bruce had for gotham- they could stick to central city, or star city, or metropolis, but gotham was strictly a street-level city. hell, zach didn’t even think of the possibility of him being a metahuman; not even when it seemed like the edges of shadows would curl around his feet as he walked past, not when tim flippantly remarked that he could barely seem him anymore during patrols, not even when he’d eavesdrop on bruce and dick and jason, nearly melting into the dark corners of the batcave while they talked about gotham, about tim, about him.
all it took was one sparring session for zach’s life to take a nosedive.
he’d gone up against jason plenty of times before. the guy was tricky, but this time, zach was confident he could beat him. a steady start, trading blows and blocks, a jab hitting here and there.
then jason landed a kick to zach’s stomach, crumpling him.
zach couldn’t tell you where the bullet had come from. He didn’t even hear it shoot; all he’d heard was jason crying out, dick yelling to secure the perimeter, bruce replying that there was no need- the material the bullet was made of was the same as that of the vines crawling out from the shadows and around zach’s legs.
a meta. zach was a meta.
no amount of “i’m sorry”s could undo jason’s shattered kneecap, no “i didn’t mean to”s would change the way the other robins looked at him. no amount of begging would turn back time, and even if they said they forgave him, that it was alright, zach knew it was a lie.
especially after bruce had caught a glimpse of zach’s slight smirk at jason’s screams.
february 10th, 2021
“you hate me.”
bruce took a long sip of his tea. “i’m sure i don’t know what you’re talking about, zachary,” he replied coolly.
“don’t fucking lie to me!” zach banged his fist against the side of the batcave, sending loose gravel falling onto the platform. “i know you hid my contingency file, bruce. i know you’ve been acting… well, i don’t even know! like i’m some sort of threat!” a huff escaped his lips. “just tell me what you’re so scared of!”
bruce was silent for a moment, then stood up.
“i don’t hate you, and i’m not scared of you. i’m worried about what you could become, zach.” the echoing clink of bruce’s teacup settling onto the table was the only sound filling the batcave between sentences, the batcave’s computer console casting the interaction in eerie yellows and blues. “you’re skilled. you’re tough, you’re smart. tim sees something in you- we all do, but…” bruce waved his hands, searching for words that would cease to comfort, no matter what they were. “you’re… well, volatile. i see how you look at the others- your jealousy, it drives you, but it’s also well on its’ way to destroying you.” a pause. too long. “then there’s the matter of your, ah, abilities...”
“my abilities?” zach felt his voice break. “that’s what all this is about? you said it was fine, that you trusted me! i…”
suddenly, zach’s demeanor shifted. a scoff turned into a laugh. “that’s fucking rich. you pretend to be the night- i am the night, and yet suddenly that’s not good enough for you.” he took a step closer. “i knew i shouldn’t have believed you.”
bruce set his jaw, seemingly coming to a conclusion. he walked over to where the boy’s suits hung, picking zach’s navy blue and gray suit off of the hanger, and handing it to him.
“hang up the mantle, zach. you’re no longer a robin.”
death in the family
the black robin died on february 12th, 2021.
zach would know; he attended the funeral. it was this city-wide event, drawing in so many people that he had become just another face in the crowd. police commissioner gordon spoke, the mayor. tears were shed.
zach had to wonder, though, if anyone could see the truth, see through the facade that bruce had so masterfully crafted. if anyone would realize there was no way the warehouse fire could’ve been an accident, that they would’ve at least retrieved some body.
he wondered how many of those attendees were weeping crocodile tears. he guessed that this was how they would’ve reacted anyways if he was really dead- to them, he was dead.
he would never admit that he tried to look for bruce, or dick, or even jason in the crowd. he looked for tim.
he couldn’t help but wonder if they would’ve showed up for his real funeral.
time passed, and zach realized how good of an outlet being a robin had been for his pent-up emotions; all his anger and resentment wouldn't vanish just because he'd been forced to give up the mantle. instead, he took it out on random criminals- muggers, druggies, the works. gotham had enough of 'em. a slam against a wall, swift kick to the jaw, the sound of bodies hitting pavement would sate zach's burning emotions. not even criminals, sometimes- if his day had been bad enough, he'd go after someone he even thought could be trouble. someone who looked at it the wrong way. it's amazing, how you can rationalize good and evil when you're a hero.
it was three years later that zach decided to finally try and reach out to tim. he'd avoided the idea like the plague, but he was going to get out of gotham eventually and, well, he wanted to tie up loose ends. he didn't quite believe it when he tracked tim down, finding he was renting an apartment only fifteen minutes from zach's own. he could go over there. apologize. make things right.
he just hoped it would be enough.
september 18th, 2023
“hey.”
“hey.” tim cracked open his apartment door, leaning casually against the frame. zach tried peering past him, catching a glimpse of a perfectly tidy apartment, save for the scattered coffee mugs and red-and-black suit hanging in the corner. “it’s been a minute.”
“you can say that again.” zach chuckled wryly. “can i come in?”
“‘course,” tim replied, clearing the doorway for zach to enter and leading him towards the apartment's lone bedroom. “we’ve missed you, dude. all of us. i’m serious.”
then why did you abandon me?, zach wanted to reply, but he bit his tongue. “so, still doing the whole ‘robin’ thing?”
tim gave a half-shrug. “yeah, but i’m king of striking out on my own now. got tired of being the token sidekick.” he laughed. “i kinda wish you would’ve too, y’know? we made an awesome duo.”
“yeah, awesome.” zach lounged across the bed almost casually, but his mind was reeling, thoughts ricocheting and melding into a tangle of emotions. it’s been three years, why did you never reach out? it would’ve taken you half a second to find me- that’s how long it took me to find you, and you were always the smarter one. if they really missed me that much, why did they never reach out? if i’m really so bad, why are you letting me in now?
“zach?” tim prompted, nudging him slightly.
zach shook his head. “sorry, what’s up?”
a controller. tim had pushed it into his lap, holding a matching one. “destiny?”
“you know i’ll kick your ass,” zach said, picking up the controller.
tim scoffed. “we’ll see about that.”
for the first time in three- no, eight years, zach and tim were just playing like brothers again. but with each match, zach felt their laughter ringing more and more hollow. he felt the thorns before he knew he’d made them, the tips digging into his skin.
for once, he welcomed the distraction.
a caged shrike
when authorities responded to a tip on september 19th, 2023, they’d expected just about anything; in gotham, you had to be prepared to see killer clowns, or mutated men, or little kids in bright costumes bloody and battered at a moments notice. but even for gotham, the sight in the one-bedroom apartment was particularly gruesome- black vines lined with razor-sharp thorns, brittle to the touch and slick with blood, climbing around bed posts and over lamps, digging into the neck and limbs of the victim like some sort of grotesque noose. the victim was identified as one ‘timothy drake’ by his adoptive father; not four hours later, suspect zachary alcott arrived at the gotham police station, beaten and cuffed at the behest of bludhaven’s nightwing.
the suspect didn’t give an alibi, or ask for legal counsel. didn’t even give a reason when he confessed to the crime. stood silent at trial; maybe the eyes of his brothers’ family boring into him stunned him into silence. maybe, just maybe, he felt guilty.
or maybe it was all just part of his game.
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tim drake
tim drake. zach's first true family, his brother; if not by blood, then by creed. they studied together, fought together, stood through it all by each others' side.
so why did zach kill him?
it's a question that had turned over in zach's head since he'd arrived at belle reve. the murder hadn't been a crime of passion, at least not in the traditional sense, but it hadn't been meticulously planned, either.
zach's come to the conclusion that it was jealousy. jealousy that tim wasn't abandoned by bruce like zach was, jealous that tim was always better than him, that he was the bright light when zach was resigned to be a shadow. that must've been what had driven the thorns from zach's heart across tim's throat, all those years of resentment manifesting, at least in part subconciously.
it wasn't a compelling answer. zach knew it wasn't- it certainly wouldn't satisfy the other bats. but it's the only one he has. because confronting the other answer is much scarier.
that maybe he was always meant to be evil.
bruce wayne
a man that proved, at least in zach's mind, that trust wasn't a given- wasn't even earned. it was something biased, something rooted in fear and hatred. from the moment zach and tim dug through those contingency plans, he knew that bruce would never consider him the same as the other robins. and as much as zach tries to mourn the lost relationship with someone that he once almost considered a father... he just can't.
dick grayson
zach has pretty neutral feelings towards dick. he's smart, not as smart as zach or tim, but still enough to be something to look up to. tried playing the fun older brother, which had always enamored tim more than it did zach, but he still treated both of them like family. when he'd brought zach in after everything, zach had expected dick to be angry, vengeful, for him to kill zach on the spot. what made zach truly sick was that none of that had happened, replaced by a resigned silence, almost as if dick had expected him to do this the entire time.
misc.
powers
zach posesses the metahuman ability of umbrakinesis. his powers typically take two forms; most often in umbrakinetic constructs, creations made of pure shadows that solidify into a metal-like material that becomes brittle once zach stops projecting them. his constructs usually manifest in the form of either sharp, thorny vines, or throwing star-esque projectiles. zach also has the power to fully cloak himself in any naturally-produced shadows, given they are dark enough and large enough to fully fit him.
abilities
zach has many skills from his time working as the black robin. he's an extremely proficient hacker, able to bypass most systems with relative ease. he's also a proficient fighter, trained primarily in krav maga with a blend of other martial art styles to create a unique and unpredictable fighting pattern. zach is also rather acrobatic, not on the level of some of the more gymnast-level heroes, but enough to be fairly agile and flexible in battle.
equipment
zach doesn't carry much physical equipment, tending to make his weapons on the fly, though he has made use of a motorcycle in his black robin days, and still prefers it as his main method of transport.
strengths
zach generally works better at night, with his umbrakinetic powers being strengthened, along with just generally being more used to a nocturnal environment. he's also at his best when working in an urban environment, navigating alleyways and rooftops with ease. he's also rich- pretty much an ability in and of itself.
weaknesses
zach's powers rely on a shadowy environment, meaning sufficiently bright lights will leave him almost entirely incapacitated. furthermore, despite his abilities, he only has human durability; sufficiently strong strikes will leave him unable to continue fighting, like with any civillian.
suit
while zach still has his black robin suit- a short-sleeved dark gray and navy blue bodysuit, complete with spiked gauntlets and boots, a utility belt, and a domino mask, he's never used it since bruce booted him out. he doesn't think he ever will.
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abditory.
full name
Genevieve Nash
alias
Ruby
gender
Female - She/her
sexuality
Pansexual
Age
Twenty-four
d.o.b.
April 19th
p.o.b
Morehead, Kentucky
height
5'7"
weight
144lbs
hair
Flames of brilliant crimson flow with marmalade summer highlights to create unruly frizz in unpatterned waves, parted either which way. The length of her strands has varied over the years, but has recently remained somewhere around where her collarbones form.
eyes
Amber pools of fraudulent doe-eyed innocence give the idea of lighthearted bliss. They almost give off warmth at times, perhaps a memory of a simpler time. Her lashes are naturally light, often highlighted with a darker mascara to give more depth.
Build
Wispy like the shadows she commands, she matches their grace in a somehow perfect balance of jutting curves of elbows and knees mixed with a fluidity of long legs and slender arms.
dist. features
It is impossible to miss the freckles littering her face, constellations mapping the features of pale but flushed skin. The little stars travel down her shoulders and arms to leave many places kissed with clusters.
personal take
Ruby considers herself to be pretty in a ruggish and wild sort of way, like the kind you hear about from handsome men in books, though in reality her likeness might be comparable to: the feral stray cat you find behind a dumpster with a nicked ear and cloudy eye, the kid missing their two front teeth that is somehow hilariously laughable and adorable all at the same time, when you find an avocado at the store and take it home because it's quite bruised and you’re worried no one else will want it. Beauty takes shape but is often dispelled by words.
faceclaim
Luca Hollestelle.
turn the lights off
tally hall
req.
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I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong
Virtues
» Loyal
Devoted in a ruinous nature, she will follow anyone to the ends of the Earth without question when they've earned her trust. Any reasonable therapist might say it haa something to do with a fear of abandonment, but psychiatry aside and to quote one of her favorite singers, she would slither here from Eden just to sit outside your door (Hozier).
» Resourceful
When times get tough and it feels like the walls are closing in, Ruby delves into a feralness of using anything around her to get what she wants. Nothing is off limits, even if it means shoddy attempts with useless outcomes. Nevertheless, she is unafraid to make mistakes and often can squeak by relatively unscathed due to her quick thinking.
» Determined
Once her mind is made up, it is nearly impossible to derail Ruby. It is typical to see things through to the end and tunnel vision consumes her until a task is complete. While this has at times been the source of her downfall, she makes up for it in progressive strides when needed, when she's feeling particularly kind. Additionally, she is known for picking up new skills out of spite, for she hates to be told that she can't do something.
Vices
» Impetuous
Overemotional and dramatic with the violence of a mercurial nature, mood swings often create rash decisions. Starting fires rather than putting them out is the name of the game for Ruby. She is by all accounts, reckless and has little fear for future consequences once she gets going on one of her rampages. Hard to soothe, once the fire finally retreats to embers, she often finds herself among the wreckage she’s created - remorse is dependent on swinging circumstances.
» Rebellious
Everyone expects villains to be rebellious, of course they won’t simply fall in line. However, Ruby’s rebel without a cause nature has gotten her into more trouble than ever imagined. Her problematic attitude stems from a nasty layer of arrogance and believed untouchableness. Even in her current situation, it feels natural to pull at the leash and test the waters to see if she’ll sink or swim. Only mildly afraid of failure - or in this case, death - she toys with the idea of toeing the lines until they are blurred.
» Obnoxious
A big personality to fill the spaces of her mind, her default setting is a loud and rowdy one that seems to enjoy some sort of attention.
Maybe something more…
Between the cracks of her cavernous emotional state, where the dips swing low and the mountains run atmospherically high, Neve might just stand to shock someone. One might strain to say that she is kind in truth, but there is no denying the childlike rabbit-heart that still beats somewhere in a nearly empty chest.
» Loyal
Devoted in a ruinous nature, she will follow anyone to the ends of the Earth without question when they've earned her trust. Any reasonable therapist might say it haa something to do with a fear of abandonment, but psychiatry aside and to quote one of her favorite singers, she would slither here from Eden just to sit outside your door (Hozier).
» Resourceful
When times get tough and it feels like the walls are closing in, Ruby delves into a feralness of using anything around her to get what she wants. Nothing is off limits, even if it means shoddy attempts with useless outcomes. Nevertheless, she is unafraid to make mistakes and often can squeak by relatively unscathed due to her quick thinking.
» Determined
Once her mind is made up, it is nearly impossible to derail Ruby. It is typical to see things through to the end and tunnel vision consumes her until a task is complete. While this has at times been the source of her downfall, she makes up for it in progressive strides when needed, when she's feeling particularly kind. Additionally, she is known for picking up new skills out of spite, for she hates to be told that she can't do something.
Vices
» Impetuous
Overemotional and dramatic with the violence of a mercurial nature, mood swings often create rash decisions. Starting fires rather than putting them out is the name of the game for Ruby. She is by all accounts, reckless and has little fear for future consequences once she gets going on one of her rampages. Hard to soothe, once the fire finally retreats to embers, she often finds herself among the wreckage she’s created - remorse is dependent on swinging circumstances.
» Rebellious
Everyone expects villains to be rebellious, of course they won’t simply fall in line. However, Ruby’s rebel without a cause nature has gotten her into more trouble than ever imagined. Her problematic attitude stems from a nasty layer of arrogance and believed untouchableness. Even in her current situation, it feels natural to pull at the leash and test the waters to see if she’ll sink or swim. Only mildly afraid of failure - or in this case, death - she toys with the idea of toeing the lines until they are blurred.
» Obnoxious
A big personality to fill the spaces of her mind, her default setting is a loud and rowdy one that seems to enjoy some sort of attention.
Maybe something more…
Between the cracks of her cavernous emotional state, where the dips swing low and the mountains run atmospherically high, Neve might just stand to shock someone. One might strain to say that she is kind in truth, but there is no denying the childlike rabbit-heart that still beats somewhere in a nearly empty chest.
likes
Thunderstorms, butterflies, horror movies, late nights, warm colors, flowy skirts, not sitting in chairs normally, overalls, bonfires, cheap thrills, singing to herself, rabbits, Converse shoes.
dislikes
Turtleneck sweaters, early mornings, prolonged silence, tight spaces, romance movies, the texture of chalk, reading, spelling.
fears
Ruby is mildly claustrophic and it escalates the longer she's in a tight space that she can't seem to get out of, both physically and metaphorically. It is often said that a cornered animal is almost as dangerous as a wounded one.
hobbies
Tending to her shadow animals as if they were pets, drawing, going for 'mental health walks,' picking up pennies off the sidewalk.
pers.
pers.
childhood
*TW for light mention of abuse and d3ath/some morbid content
It is no excuse to say that a set of vituperative parents could cause such catastrophe in the adult years of Ruby’s life, but perhaps it may have been a start. Just a child, Genevieve Nash was born to parents who had little care nor time for her, their words bitter and their hands sharp against red cheeks. In back country woods with few prying eyes, there were little individuals who would come to her rescue. That is, until her maternal grandmother stepped in. Neglectful and cold, it was an easy decision for her parents to turn her over at the age of eight.
Nestled in the welcoming arms of her grandmother in a warm home, where lullabies swayed her to dreams and the grass of the meadows tickled her calves on roaming adventures, Genevieve, or Neve to her favorite person, flourished. She grew like wheat in a field, plentiful and bright. However, there can be black nights along with swirling golden days.
In unlit rolling hills tumbling off the edge of her old Kentucky home, Ruby became familiar with the creatures dripping darkness in the shadows of Earth’s gloom. Out of the depths came chilling creatures with unsettling faces and awkward gaits, completely shrouded in inky hues. Any normal child would fear them, but Neve simply came to love these creatures as her friends without any knowledge that she had been the one to spawn them. As she grew older and wiser, the creatures took on many more forms, different animals - or, things loosely resembling animals - forming in the curls of black wisps. She always found it comforting the way they came to her aid when her emotions were running wild and tensions were high, whenever she got herself into a bit of trouble, though could never truly justify the reason. Regardless, she was quite grateful for the life she was living.
All things considered, this was quite the happy childhood, leading into adulthood.
It is no excuse to say that a set of vituperative parents could cause such catastrophe in the adult years of Ruby’s life, but perhaps it may have been a start. Just a child, Genevieve Nash was born to parents who had little care nor time for her, their words bitter and their hands sharp against red cheeks. In back country woods with few prying eyes, there were little individuals who would come to her rescue. That is, until her maternal grandmother stepped in. Neglectful and cold, it was an easy decision for her parents to turn her over at the age of eight.
Nestled in the welcoming arms of her grandmother in a warm home, where lullabies swayed her to dreams and the grass of the meadows tickled her calves on roaming adventures, Genevieve, or Neve to her favorite person, flourished. She grew like wheat in a field, plentiful and bright. However, there can be black nights along with swirling golden days.
In unlit rolling hills tumbling off the edge of her old Kentucky home, Ruby became familiar with the creatures dripping darkness in the shadows of Earth’s gloom. Out of the depths came chilling creatures with unsettling faces and awkward gaits, completely shrouded in inky hues. Any normal child would fear them, but Neve simply came to love these creatures as her friends without any knowledge that she had been the one to spawn them. As she grew older and wiser, the creatures took on many more forms, different animals - or, things loosely resembling animals - forming in the curls of black wisps. She always found it comforting the way they came to her aid when her emotions were running wild and tensions were high, whenever she got herself into a bit of trouble, though could never truly justify the reason. Regardless, she was quite grateful for the life she was living.
All things considered, this was quite the happy childhood, leading into adulthood.
adulthood
As happiness lives, there must also be sadness. Without one, we might never know the other. And for Neve, happiness came to a screeching halt the day she received a phone call from the hospital. Her grandmother had been admitted for pneumonia and it seemed to be getting worse. Within record time, Neve had driven to the hospital and went every day, nearly never leaving her grandmother’s side until the very end.
It was the departure of her grandmother that had set the girl off, of all things. At age twenty, things had taken a turn, flipped Neve’s world upside down. Her emotions were running haywire worse than ever, rage coursing brutally through her over every minor irritation. It took a mere three weeks after the funeral for the first attack of a shadow creature on another human being. A simple argument had turned into carnage. For the first time, not only did she realize that she was the one that commanded the darkness, but that she quite enjoyed the power and the frenzy that she could create. With that, a whole new person emerged.
Ruby, uncontrollable, unfiltered, unafraid, picked fights easily, her emotions a deadly pendulum. The numbers rose from one person, to two, three, and more. Leaving wreckage of people who had wronged her in what seemed like small ways, she had left a quite concerning trail of people by the time she was arrested at age twenty-two. To her credit, she sometimes felt rather bad for her wrongdoings, but other times… the bastards had it coming. Ruby was sentenced to three life sentences, without the change of parole, of course.
With much time to think in prison, she supposes she could’ve simply taken over the old house and lived her life in peace with her creatures, but it’s a bit too late for that now.
It was the departure of her grandmother that had set the girl off, of all things. At age twenty, things had taken a turn, flipped Neve’s world upside down. Her emotions were running haywire worse than ever, rage coursing brutally through her over every minor irritation. It took a mere three weeks after the funeral for the first attack of a shadow creature on another human being. A simple argument had turned into carnage. For the first time, not only did she realize that she was the one that commanded the darkness, but that she quite enjoyed the power and the frenzy that she could create. With that, a whole new person emerged.
Ruby, uncontrollable, unfiltered, unafraid, picked fights easily, her emotions a deadly pendulum. The numbers rose from one person, to two, three, and more. Leaving wreckage of people who had wronged her in what seemed like small ways, she had left a quite concerning trail of people by the time she was arrested at age twenty-two. To her credit, she sometimes felt rather bad for her wrongdoings, but other times… the bastards had it coming. Ruby was sentenced to three life sentences, without the change of parole, of course.
With much time to think in prison, she supposes she could’ve simply taken over the old house and lived her life in peace with her creatures, but it’s a bit too late for that now.
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Powers
» Shadow Manipulation - Animals
The ability to bend and twist shadows to her will into the shape of shadow creatures. These are beings that come at her beck and call, and there can be multiple depending on how much darkness she has to work with. While shadows are not thought of to be hard to touch, her creatures are by all accounts, live and able to damage. At times, they come to her even when she doesn't call, so the possibility of a shadowhound sneaking up on you is quite high.
Abilities
» Fear Inducement
A fear of the dark creates a sense of unease and can become all-consuming panic. Ruby has the ability to use darkness to increase one’s fear level whether they naturally fear the dark or not. Of course, this works better on average people rather than metahumans.
Equipment
With the usage of her shadow creatures, Ruby doesn't tend to carry any sort of weapon. However, if in a tight situation, she might throw the closest object, whether it be a rock, glass bottle, or even once - her shoe.
Strengths
» Ruby has quite the stamina from her years of roaming around her hometown over the hills and through the forests. She can run well, but usually chooses not to.
Weaknesses
» While resourceful, logical thinking does not always click with Ruby, and her impulses often take over quicker than her brain. That being said, she makes a high number of some questionable choices.
» Without the ability to conjure shadows, Ruby cannot work her powers if there is no darkness whatsoever. Though it might be rare to have no shadows at all, if she is without a source to pull from, she is rendered basically useless.
» Shadow Manipulation - Animals
The ability to bend and twist shadows to her will into the shape of shadow creatures. These are beings that come at her beck and call, and there can be multiple depending on how much darkness she has to work with. While shadows are not thought of to be hard to touch, her creatures are by all accounts, live and able to damage. At times, they come to her even when she doesn't call, so the possibility of a shadowhound sneaking up on you is quite high.
Abilities
» Fear Inducement
A fear of the dark creates a sense of unease and can become all-consuming panic. Ruby has the ability to use darkness to increase one’s fear level whether they naturally fear the dark or not. Of course, this works better on average people rather than metahumans.
Equipment
With the usage of her shadow creatures, Ruby doesn't tend to carry any sort of weapon. However, if in a tight situation, she might throw the closest object, whether it be a rock, glass bottle, or even once - her shoe.
Strengths
» Ruby has quite the stamina from her years of roaming around her hometown over the hills and through the forests. She can run well, but usually chooses not to.
Weaknesses
» While resourceful, logical thinking does not always click with Ruby, and her impulses often take over quicker than her brain. That being said, she makes a high number of some questionable choices.
» Without the ability to conjure shadows, Ruby cannot work her powers if there is no darkness whatsoever. Though it might be rare to have no shadows at all, if she is without a source to pull from, she is rendered basically useless.
headcanons
» Tells people different variations of Genevieve as her name when addressing others outside of Task Force X, so people all over know her as Gen, Genie, Ginny, Eve, Vivi, etc. The only one she keeps for herself and friends is Neve
» She was known as Ruby Nash in Belle Reve
» Doesn’t have much of an accent unless she’s angered and yelling at someone (which can be often)
» Has a charge for driving without a license
» Will drink you under the table if you try to keep up with her
» Horrible posture, banana back
» Weirdly good at skipping stones
» She was known as Ruby Nash in Belle Reve
» Doesn’t have much of an accent unless she’s angered and yelling at someone (which can be often)
» Has a charge for driving without a license
» Will drink you under the table if you try to keep up with her
» Horrible posture, banana back
» Weirdly good at skipping stones
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