Teen Titans - Eternal Vengeance [Character Profiles]

[Sylveta Everett]

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[Sylveta Everett]

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"My father once spoke about the Titan's East and the Teen Titans. He spoke of wondrous times.. but all I saw was a shadow of the man he used to be."

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: Flyboy, Leta, Chris, Cris, Crick and Harp.

► Codename: Streak. Flash Flare.

► Pronunciations: Crisco [Chris-co] Leta [Let-uh] Harper [Har-purr].

► Age: 19 years old.

► Under The Clothing: Male.

► Race: Human, Caucasian.

► Height: Five foot eleven [5'11"].

► Weight: Two hundred and ten pounds [210 lb].

► Relatives [Family]: Real- Roy Harper (Speedy) [Father]. Arietta Harper (Red Flash) [Mother]. Speedy's Clone Side- Red Arrow [Half-Father]. Cheshire [Half-Mother]. Liam [Half-Sister].

► Role: Good. Hero. Soloist.

► Place of Birth: Before he was born his parents moved from Jump City to a far away land called Russia.

► Interest: He is showing interest in Maddie, though his nervous/shy behavior and antisocial ways make it awkward.

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

The blissful world of ignorance. This is how this young man lived for most of his life. He lived an ordinary life in the confines of a small two story home in a city in central Russia. His parents had moved here a bit before he was born, away from Jump City, to give him a normal and peaceful life, away from the strains of a superhero style as they had led in their youth. Everyone was content after his birth. They kept their old lives a secret from him, putting on a facade of normal humans for his sake.

Until he was 14. This was when things began to unravel. One day, a summer day, he had snuck into his parents room.. and, on accident, discovered a trip door behind his parents clothes in the closet. Hitting a button hidden on the wall, the boy watched as a door slid to the slide, revealing a small closet-sized room.. and in he walked. The room was simple, ordinary; empty. He began feeling around the wall, hitting not-noticeable switches that soon revealed suits, as pieces of the wall slid away. He was awed. "Crisco!" He heard his mother calling.. and he heard a gasp behind him as his mother stood in the door way, hands covering her mouth, eyes wide, as she looked upon his discovery. "Crisco, how did you find this room?"

Crisco was old enough to understand a hidden lie when he found one and as such turned to anger to handle this situation. He was a small child. "What is this?" He demanded to his mother, looking her straight in the face. "It's.. well.." His mother stammered, unable to find the words to explain this. "What is this!" He yelled in anger. His father came running into the room, an older version of his younger appearance, without the outfit, and blinked in confusion at the current situation. "Crisco, what are you doing in here?" His father entered the room, moving past his wife to try and walk towards his son, who in turn backed away from his oncoming parent.

The young boy pointed a hand towards the suit to his right, green eyes narrowed in anger. "What. Is. This? Why are there suits hidden in a room in your closet?" He asked of his father. "Well.. come into the living room.. and I'll explain." His father sighed and soon the three were gathered around the coffee table in the main room. His father sat by his mother, whose hands were shaking in her lap. She spared a glance towards her husband, concern on her face. He placed a hand over her shaking ones to stop them, smiling at her. "It's alright."

She nodded, looking back to their son who was watching them with a strict expression on his young face. "Explain to me. I don't understand." The boy whispered.

"Alright." And so Roy painted the picture of their past, mixing in stories of the Titans, Titans East, the things they did, the people they saw, the things that happened.. up until date. "I see." Was all the boy said. "You must keep this a secret." His father spoke in an urgent voice, to which the son nodded, now calm and indifferent.

Somehow he knew there was more to the eye then what was on the surface as to his parents. He had a gut feeling.

A few years later, he moved to Jump City of his own accord, to study abroad, at the age of 17. His parents allowed him. They told him to be careful.

Inwardly.. Crisco was smiling. To go to a city with actual heroes.. and villains, to see them. This same thought would soon give birth to the identity of Streak, a young superhero soloist who wore a black, red and yellow outfit who stalked the rooftops with a bow and arrow.

At 19, he had became adapted to the scenery and play-out of Jump City.. and in time he wanted to meet the Titans themselves.. but what he didn't know.. was that the older Titans were long gone, replaced by two younger groups to protect the city from new (and old) villains.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Easily irritated, capable of getting frustrated over small things, but well behaved. He has manners around the opposite sex and he is very respectful to those who deserve it. He is also very calm, very still and watchful; observant. He can stand still for minutes on end, thinking. Which brings around the fact that he likes to think. He inwardly debates over things, which leads to him muttering or mumbling over something of interest or distaste. He can be very.. moody or distant, not really enjoying the company of others. He's a pure soloist, unlike his father who eventually joined a team. He does not like to work with others. He believes that he is capable of doing things alone and as such will often refuse to work with people. The only time you'll really see him working with someone is if he is literally forced to. Otherwise, he will just plainly refuse.

He also has moments when he snaps. Snapping, in his vocabulary, means that he goes off in a rant over something or someone stuck in his mind. This is often done when he is pissed off or really upset, which is a rarity. He will do this with or without the presence of an audience or listener. It's just his nature. Claustrophobic. He finds it hard to breath in crowds.

He is also gentle and kind, but he can be very harsh. Though adoring kids, he does not like to be around them. It gets him thinking about his parents, which he avoids as much as he can. Intelligent. Very calculating, precise, thoughtful and quick to decide. He is very sharp, quick witted and ready for action. He holds his life on the edge of a dagger, prepared for the worst case at any given time. He lives his life with no regret and no suffering, pushing everything unimportant or hindering aside.

Things I like:

✔ Appearances. He is not an egotistical person to obsess over this, but he likes to keep his image in good shape.
✔ Solitude. He is not overly fond of being around people, seeing as he is partially claustrophobic, and tends to stick to himself.
✔ Night. He loves the moon light, the beautiful sparkles of the stars and the shimmering colors in the sky.
✔ Weather. Though he does not like bright lights he still adores clouds, rain and snow, along with a warm day.

Things I don't like:

✖ Just as his parent before him, he shares a dislike for languages he cannot understand. He tends to get frustrated over it, especially if the person cannot speak a language that he knows.
✖ Innocents getting hurt. He will do all in his power to protect them.
✖ Gangs. Drug lords. Slum leaders. Villains. Killers. All of that and more.
✖ Being compared to someone else, especially in appearance-wise. It irritates him.
✖ Torn outfit. He loves his outfit a lot. It's a special item for him and his memories, which he holds fondly.

Strengths:

✔ Excellent marksman. Able to hit any target within a certain and reasonable range. This also goes handy with his amazing use of his Bow.
✔ He is a skilled individual with hand to hand combat.
✔ Perfect endurance/stamina, along with his lung capacity for air. This means he can run longer distances or swim under water for longer a duration.
✔ He is not afraid of death and as such he will go to any length to protect people, even if the price is his very body, life or soul. This means his drive to fight tends to extend most others.
✔ Intellect. He's smart, to put it simply.

Weaknesses:

✖ Revenge. If something major happens he will most likely be bent on getting payback.
✖ Ability to go to full lengths. This is also his weakness. It means he has no attachments and as such can be persuaded into darker means of activities in the right situation.
✖ Dislike for violence, yet he uses it. It makes him seem like a hypocrite and if one were to use that against him, in the right way, it could stall him long enough to try and dispatch him.
✖ Emotions. Sometimes they get in his way, though he tries to hold onto a detached, uncaring manner.

Appearance:

Streak.
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Black and red suit with a hoody, along with patches of yellow stripes adorning his fitted outfit. His bow matches. Further details below.

Bow and Arrow: Red feathered black lengthy arrows with yellow tips. The bow itself has a black string with yellow ends, a long black section on either side and the center has rounded red pieces with black extensions. The grip itself is black as well.

Lower Half: Black-edged boots, steel toe, with a red ankle-to-below-knee extension, lined with three yellow strips towards the top of the red. The end of the red, towards the sole of the boot, is jut a single line, rimmed around the top of the foot. He wears a tight-fitted suit, similar to what a lot of superheros wear, with arrow yellow sections on his knee and center-thigh. His crotch area is red, along with his upper thigh. Same on the back of the pants. He has a black belt with small brown pouches, black buckled.

Upper Half: Above the explained belt is a full-fitted black upper section, same material as the lower, with an extension of the red part from the crotch area to slightly above the belt, tipped into two folds hanging up. A red arrow is partially above it, with the folds, and the chest area is covered with red, dipping off over the shoulders to leave a patch of black around his collarbone area on either side. Two yellow arrows adorn his arms. The red on his arms breaks off slightly below his shoulder, turning to black, which also covers his rib cage and side areas, covering down to his fingertips. He has gauntlets on his arm, simple ones, but with red atop the arm, up to his elbows, with two yellow arrows aimed down towards his fingertips. These gauntlets are hold on by a black piece wrapping around the wrist area. The gauntlets also extend down a bit to cover up to the knuckles. A brown strap, matching the pouches, is covered in a three-way manner, across his chest, underneath of his arms (the armpit area), to wrap around his right shoulder and his back. This allows the holder for his arrows to remain secured to his back.

Head: His suit extends up to his neck, but breaks off just below his jaw. His mouth, usually set into a line, and slightly pointed nose is revealed and part of his neck. His exposed skin, in that small area, is light tan. He wears a red eye-mask over that specific area (the eyes), which flash out a strange green color. His hood, itself, is black with a singular red strip cover from mid-back of neck to the front-center, over his face. His hair, though hidden in the hoody, is black and straight, a bit spiked. It hangs down just below his ears. The part where his hoody connected with the front of his upper-section was a small thin silver plate.

Disguise 1 - Leta. White socks. Tan pants. Green-grey boots. Grey wig. Grey eye contacts. Black buttoned shirt that extends to wrists in cuff-links and to mid-neck wit a white tie. Four-striped grey-green black belt, connected at the left hip with a small keychain dangling from it. Grey-green jacket.

Casual and Without Suit. His spiked black hair is more present in this appearance, with two small bangs hover over his green eyes. he wears a fur-rimmed jacket over a simple white short-sleeved shirt, along with a pair of black pants. Buckled boots hide his white socked feet. At the center of his jacket, just below the rim of his t-shirt, is a necklace with two tails hanging down his front, with a six-edged iron piece, small in size, but present. He also wears a small black beaded necklace.

Calm Hair. This is when he wears his fur jacket without a shirt, simple black pants with no shoes. This is usually his 'lazy' attire, but instead of spiked his black hair is a bit calmer with a few spikes here and there. He also wears grey contacts to cover his green eyes.

Early Teen. This is what he looked like when he was younger.

Young This is what he looked like when he was 17 years old.

Year Ago and 18. This was taken when he was 18 years ago. Though spiky, his hair was calmer then his Casual picture.

1/2. This was taken between the ages of 18 and 19, in the middle of those years.

16. This was taken a year before he left to go abroad to 'study'. He was still with his parents and his father had given to him military dog tags, but never told where they came from. It was possible that Crisco had an older brother, but it is not known.

Leaving. This was the day that he actually set out to leave. He didn't take much with him, but his luggage was already loaded into the craft/vehicle that would get him to his destination.

Powers / Abilities:

● His 'powers' are unknown, but he seems to be just a simple bow-wielding individual with enhanced normal-human abilities, at first glance, such as strength, sight, reaction/reflexes, etc.

Extra Information:

● Just like his father Crisco is able to speak Russian with little trouble, but he mostly sticks to English with an occasional word or sentence in Russian.
● His father was a master of Moo Gi Gong. Crisco followed in his footsteps. Moo Gi Gong allows him to use virtually any handheld object as a makeshift weapon.
● He wants to meet the Titans and so will eventually get around to that.
● He wears disguises in public.
● He has a companion, or pet, that lives with him in his home. A small 4 year old Capuchin Monkey. His shoulder area, neck and head are all a golden color while the rest of him was black, along with the crown of his head which matched the night color of it's body, with brown eyes. He has a long tail and he tends to mimic Streak. Though considered his 'baby' the monkey's name is actually Prince.

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● Revaro- Bow (in hands). It matches the outfit [re-var-oh].
● Technologically enhanced arrows, along with elemental arrows.
● Stiletto dagger, hidden inside the under-side of his belt. It's a small one, able to extend to a full length of one and a half foot, grey metal, solid.
● Retractor Shield. It's a small circle on the inside of his gauntlets, but when he presses a certain area on his gauntlets, it comes forth onto the surface and then extends outwards, into a rounded shield, about to same size as Captain America's Vibranium shield.
● Pouches; Small distraction pellets that dispenses a mist to fog the air or put someone to sleep, fire flare pellets, used to cause minor damage, also used as a distraction mostly or to test materials, small capsules that amplify his arrows or bow, etc.

► Code Box: Better Than Me; Hinder (Lyrics).

[Sylveta Everett]

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Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts.

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: Alien, Monster, Creep, etc.

► Codename: Razor

► Pronunciations: Zul'Daaken [Zool-DAWkeen] Raz'Orensol [RaZORen-sal] Malkinkhete [Malkeen-Kehaytay]

► Age: 17, by Human standards

► Under The Clothing: Male

► Race: Juergar – a near-extinct race of humanoids with elongated arms, tough skin, and an inherent dislike for hand and foot coverings.

► Height: 73” - Six feet, one inch

► Weight: 136 lbs

► Relatives [Family]: Dead and gone – and not one to talk about those that have passed on

► Role: Unstable. Hero.

► Place of Birth: The planet of Joldeen, 87,000 light years from Earth

► Interest: None yet, still trying to fit in

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

Day and night blurred together on the planet of Joldeen, a barren pit of dust and darkness that hasn't seen sunlight in nearly a century, and that was the life Zul'Daaken was born into. At what many people thought was the height of the war that had ravaged the face of the planet the Juergar called home, he was born and for the first few days he was raised with the one simple thought that was unceremoniously beaten into his head, 'keep moving, and survive'. To them, years passed like days, and since the Juergar lost the ability to track time accurately, one day could actually be a week, a month could be a year, but no one on Joldeen knows. Time has become so irrelevant that to celebrate a certain date for any reason required one of their elders to chart the passing days by counting droplets of water falling from a ruptured water line or finding someone with a steady heartbeat to track how much time truly passes. Due to the fact that so few people cared enough to sit around and leave themselves vulnerable for such a trivial matter, there hasn't been a single birthday or holiday that has been celebrated in many, many years. So for the first seven months of his life – which translated to twelve Earth years – he lived in dependance of his parents and close friends. Then, his father left their clan with promises of a better life and finally bringing an end to this world war. When his father left, he learned that the only person he could depend on to remain safe was himself, although he never said this to his mother for fear of hurting her more. For many months, he grew and fought off the straggling attackers that had fallen to such disgrace as to only be considered scavengers. Armies dwindled and fell apart over the weeks and it seemed that out of sheer exhaustion of the planet itself, the war had finally come to an end. Sometimes his mother would reminisce and say it was because his father stepped up that the war was over and people weren't fighting anymore, then she remembered how he left and would cry herself to sleep.

Perhaps he was mad for the wrong reasons, or perhaps Zul'Daaken just wanted to hate his father for leaving in the first place, but when the man reappeared in his life, he did not take kindly to the sudden emergence. Of course, it was for his benefit that his father returned, and while he was unsure of whether to trust the man again, his mother fell in love all over again – and despite his personal feelings, the love between the two of them was obviously sincere and genuine. Then, his father told him a terrible secret about the war and how he was going to become an orphaned messiah. A special project was being worked on and had been released into the atmosphere several days before his father's return – months in Earth time – and the chemical that mixed in with the air covered the planet and targeted 99% of the Juergar population with a fatal disease that would kill them in a matter of days. Luckily, he and a few others in their clan were immune, but both of his parents were infected. The virus was painless and fast-acting, and because their lack of technology, completely incurable. One other known project was being worked on, though, in an effort to save their people. Special pods were manufactured after a design of space-faring technology from days long past. The pods were outfitted for two people – preferably a male and female – to survive short trips to life-sustaining planets within 10,000 light years. Six pods, however, were specially designed to put their passengers into a deep state of suspended animation to survive long trips far from their world. The entire purpose was to evacuate as many young, uninfected couples to safe planets to perpetuate their race. The six deep-space pods, however, were to be used as a sort of living distress beacon so that help could be found and brought back to their planet to try to clear the atmosphere of ash and terraform the surface of the planet. Unfortunately, the pods were based on horribly outdated technology and while there were hundreds of applicants for the two person survival pods, almost half were destroyed during take-off from internal malfunctions. Four of the six beacon pods suffered the same fate, but his was lucky enough to make it into outer space and trigger the warp core to make a long distance jump to the furthest possible destination; a homely little backwater planet called Earth. The trip lasted a few days, and it can only be speculated upon, but it is possible that the suspended animation might have erased some of his memories, including what he was doing traveling through space and why he was landing on Earth. Now he is just another stranded alien, hoping to find a place to call home.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

War made him independent, but despite his lack of a decent childhood, he is not without a sense of wonder. To some people, he may seem bi-polar, although it is just a coping mechanism considering he not only lost his only home, but he is one of the last of his kind and there is little chance he will ever see another Juergar in his lifetime. Serious and stern, he also has a hidden sense of humor that some consider dry, but rather tactful at the same time. He is loyal only to himself but compassionate to a fault. Finding it easy to fall for just about anything in terms of a purpose that he would fight for, he isn't too sure whether what he does is right or wrong, and simply moves along with the ebb and flow of it all. A very curious young man, he never had much interest in his homeworld since most of it was ash-covered and in ruin; on Earth, though, everything has vibrancy and color to it, and no matter where he goes, something new is there to surprise him and flood his senses with experiences he would never find on Joldeen. A bit of a scatterbrain at times, if he isn't listening to some sort of music, whether generated or the natural sounds of the world around him, he can't really focus on anything and he becomes sluggish and indifferent.

Things I like:

✔ Considering he is one of the very few remaining survivors of his people, he hopes to convey a positive image and carry the honor and pride of his people, even to his death
✔ He has a passion for listening to, and making music, in almost all of its forms – he can't stand rap
✔ Since his planet was left a desolate wasteland, he adores the sight of the sun and moon, unable to see them on his homeworld through the thick ash covering the sky
✔ Water was a very precious and rare resource on his planet, and seeing such an abundance of it makes him wonder if it is taken for granted on Earth
✔ While technically just running for his life and searching for a new home, he likes to find and make new friends, should he be truly accepted on Earth

Things I don't like:

✖ Odd as it may seem, Juergar naturally go without any sort of gloves or shoes, since they are so confining and can limit one's potential – so they believe
✖ Having survived a world-ending war on his homeworld, he isn't keen on seeing others fight and will intervene at a moments notice, even by jumping into arguments that don't even concern him
✖ Though his people are a proud and belligerent race, he doesn't like to talk about his past or his heritage, believing all that to be left behind him on his homeworld
✖ He isn't one to back away from a fight, but to him, the fight needs a solid purpose to fight for if he is going to get involved – he doesn't fight for sport, he fights for honor
✖ Since he is often trying to convey a good impression in every meeting, he is sometimes far too formal and can't stand when people make fun of him for being that way

Strengths:

✔ Being a survivor of the End War, as he calls it, he has learned to work, fight, and live on his own, making him a very competent person that can be trusted, once someone does trust him
✔ While he cannot say he is completely without fear, he is smart enough to show as little as possible and can control his emotions better than most
✔ Having been born into war, and living on a planet that for the last few hundred years knew nothing but, his people have come to adapt to their surroundings and gained a near immunity to cold weather
✔ Thick skin was not just a figure of speech on his homeworld, it was literally needed to fend off attacks, although it is not impervious, nor does it make him invincible, just tough
✔ The only thing that goes well with the cold that set in on his homeworld is darkness, and because he grew up under a sunless sky, his vision is greatly enhanced, especially in the dark or at night

Weaknesses:

✖ He is compassionate by nature, and will try to help just about anyone in danger, even if they were attacking him mere moments before
✖ Because of the End War and the fact that no one seemed to know how or why it began, he has lost touch with his moral compass and can't identify who is a good or bad guy
✖ His need to have a purpose or passion to fight for can sometimes land him on the wrong side of the chess board and unwittingly fighting against previous allies
✖ Being an alien from another world, he isn't familiar with Earth's customs, or languages, and may say or do the wrong things at the wrong times
✖ Loud noises, most commonly explosions, can send him into a frenzy or panic, sometimes to the point that he just locks up and cannot move whatsoever

Appearance:

Razor's Humanoid Appearance

Powers / Abilities:

● The ability to breath fire – only while exhaling
● While his fingers and toes are permanently shaped like claws, he can extend their length for better reach and grabbing while climbing, or fighting
● The ability to see through darkness unhindered as easily as anyone can see during the day
● A tough skin makes it very hard for bladed weapons to cut him, although he is not bullet-proof; the skin on his hands and feet, however, can effectively parry any physical attack short of a gun
● Not exactly a unique talent, he has become a master of stealth after years of hiding from enemies in the End War

Extra Information:

● Although it is kind of an ability, he doesn't think his minor shapeshifting is used enough to actually be called useful or a skill; he can, though, change the appearance of his face and hair to hide his identity or turn from humanoid into what his people truly look like, although that is rarely something anyone wants to see
● Part of his passion for music, he is prone to breaking out into fits of dance or mouthing the words to the song he's listening to, without actually singing the lyrics – people usually look at him like he's completely weird, but he is too engrossed in his little world of music to care
● While he loves to go see concerts and small-time gigs for the fun and music, he will never get on the stage and hates to be in the spotlight, although a few of the friends he had on his homeworld said he has a beautiful singing voice – a comparison between Juergar and Human singing, however, has never happened... yet
● While he has never experienced it in the serious society he escaped from, he found out quite randomly that he is very ticklish and although his body reflexively avoids it whenever it happens, he's so new to the sensation that he doesn't really mind being tickled
● A very carefree youth, his only worry is that he won't be accepted on Earth and will need to find another planet to call home; being the last of his people really gives him the freedom to restart his life and live however he wants.

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● His only weapons are his claws and fire breath; he refuses to use material items as tools to fight with
● The studs on his belt are actually small smoke-releasing pellets for distracting enemies and helping to cover an escape
● Since he is so lanky and underweight – for Earth at least – he carries steel slabs in the lower-leg pockets on his pants not only as a paranoid method of keeping himself from floating off into space, but to also put a little extra kick into his... kicks
● He likes to consider his spacesuit as a functional wardrobe, although it does little more than shield him from excessive heat
● True to his passion for music, he is never seen without his trusty MP3 player – which he did NOT totally steal while the owner of the electronics store was running down the street, screaming about monsters – and always has at least one earphone in, even if music is already playing in the background.

► Code Box: Cosmic Castaway

[Sylveta Everett]

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"Avendus, atrokus, vopes!"
(uh-ven-dus)(aa-tro-cuss)(vo-pez)

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: Zane, Lav, Lazer, Luka, Zain (zain/rain).

► Codename: Manipulator is his general codename, but he is also called Blue Moon.

► Pronunciations: Laviel (lav-e-l) Zane (zane) Luka (lu-kuh).

► Age: 20 years old.

► Under The Clothing: Male.

► Race: Unknown as to what he is, but one can tell he is not human.

► Height: Six foot two [6'2].

► Weight: One hundred and thirty-seven pounds [137 lbs].

► Relatives [Family]: Locus [half-sister]. Mirel (mother; deceased) and Van (father; deceased)

► Role: Evil. Villain.

► Place of Birth: Unknown.

► Interest: Cares not for the foolishness of a crush or a loving relationship.

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

Silence. Stark white walls lined the room in such a glare that one peering at them would soon become blind. The lack of color was very evident, aside from one man's strange grey and black hues, but he was not exactly in this room. Nothing could be seen of the hooded man because of his shadowed features. He stood behind a window, gazing past the glass at the specimen inside the short square room. In the center of the room, strapped down to a simple white lab table was a figure in a hospital gown.

Needles prodded and poked at the form's left arm. A boy, by the looks of it, but he didn't scream. He thrashed against the table and yet his mouth was clamped shut. He had vowed before-hand not to release a noise and so far he was doing well.. but this man had also vowed, underneath his breath, that he would make this boy cry out in pain. Pain was an excellent teacher.

The 'specimen', a child at the time named Laviel Luka, was a very defiant individual. His inhuman traits from his real father allowed him to resist the sugar-coated tides of pain. The strange garbed man tore off his hoodie to reveal his even stranger outfit beneath. Should the Titan's have been there they would have yelled 'Slade!' and tried to fight him, but this man was alone with Laviel.. alone to tear away the boy's walls and mold him to be his servant. Laviel was no fool's child, though. He was very intelligent and as such he resisted the promises of power that Slade promised, which would come with the price of full submission. Laviel did want power, but not as a lap dog. He wanted freedom. To do as he pleased, whenever he wanted.

He continued to thrash against the table, unable to release his boiling pain because of that simple vow had had uttered. Slade wanted to break the boy, to collapse his will and bend it to his gain.. to make him his.

Slade wanted the boy's gifted powers for his own goals. Strapping machines to the boy, Slade went to work on making the boy obey him. Finally, after hours of resisting he finally gave in to the pain, releasing a blood-curling scream that echoed well beyond the white room he was in, but only one scream. That was it.

The child had a strong will. With a powerful burst of blue energy, the bonds holding the boy down shattered and crumbled away as he rose from the table. He turned with his sapphire blue orbs to glare at his captor and mentor with a look of defiance, panting from the strain that his body had been under seconds before. "I am not a slave." He growled as Slade backed away from the window. "I will work for you, but not under these conditions. I will not allow you control over me yet."

Slade knew that the boy was too powerful to control, but yet he tried anyways. Laviel had fought the Titans at a young age and had bested them with almost a relative ease. Raven was the only one who could get close enough to scratch him, but the rest did no good against him. He had them pinned against a wall, unable to so much as even move. It was astounding, to say the least.

He had wanted to be a villain, but he was too young. He was only about 13 at the time. Having met Slade at the ripe age of 10, he had stuck with the man for a full three years before breaking away for independence. At the age of 15, now on his own and away from his somewhat-of-a father figure (his parents having been killed when he was very young), he began to make a name for himself as a rogue mercenary, in a sense. He played for both teams until finally he had the accident. He was trying to save a young girl around eight years old.. but she was killed before him by an alien robot that had come down to attack the Titan's. The Titan's arrived and saw him before the girl, whose blood was on his hands. He had been trying to save her.. but they took the blood as a sign of him having murdered her.

From then on he was pushed to the brink, becoming the villain he had first wanted to be. His half-sister had been taken from him at an early age and he had yet to ever catch even another glimpse of her. He searched for her, but could never find her. She was always far from his reach.. until that day. He was about 19 years old at the time.

A strange feeling circled Laviel as he glanced towards the sky, noticing a winged female flying just above the edges of the building's rooftops. He was wandering the streets almost in a bored manner.. but her arrival in the skies brought curiosity to his mind. Who was she?

He spent months searching for even just her name.. and about a year later he found it. He was 20 when a newspaper on the ground caught his attention. He stopped and picked it up, examining the black ink along the grey paper. 'Hero Titan's save the day again!' and it went on to tell what had happened and even named each hero. One name caught his attention; her name. Locus. That was his sister's name. He crushed the paper in his hand. So.. she was a Titan.

This new information caused his stomach to turn over and his skin to become pale. Siblings on opposite sides.. Would he have to fight her, kill her? Could he turn her away from her friends and offer her his companionship as family? Locus was the only family member he had when he was little, but she had been taken.. kidnapped, by Coal, the head researcher and scientist for Project Fusion.

He wanted to seek her out, but he doubted that she even knew of their family connection. She would not accept him without that knowledge, but.. what if she did remember him? His memory in her mind was probably tainted by whatever had happened to her after she was taken.

Currently, Laviel has sought out Slade again to offer his services, but this time with no leash. He would not become a slave.. that was a vow. The only reason he had not surrendered completely to Slade was due to the fact of Locus. He could not become some pet when she was out there, alive and healthy, but fighting on the other team. He didn't want to take the chance of Slade ever ordering him to get rid of her. He would make that decision on his own should the time arise.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Very quiet, seemingly entranced in his own, inner thoughts. He can seem very naive, but he is quite sharp about his ways and his intelligence knows no bounds. He is a fast learner and an even faster strategist. His cunning and calculating ways allow him to think ahead of his opponent on most accounts and excel at whatever he sets out to accomplish. He is very strong willed, a very dominant person. He can seem rebellious, but he is loyal to only certain people. His respect is easily gained if one impressed him, but he won't think twice to end someone's life should they get in his way.

Things I like:

✔ Freedom.
✔ Power.
✔ Being alone, aside from the occasional company.
✔ Him and Slade share a love/hate relationship. Laviel thinks of Slade as his mentor, his teacher, and as such he admires the man and thinks of him as his father figure since he lacked one, but he hates that Slade tries to keep him on a leash, but he would obey Slade should the order be reasonable.
✔ His powers and goals.

Things I don't like:

✖ Completely chained down with Locus out there somewhere.
✖ Lack of power.
✖ No goals.
✖ Large crowds. He can seem very claustrophobic.
✖ Certain creatures. He doesn't like most animals.

Strengths:

✔ Illusions do not effect him, nor mental attacks.
✔ Strong will, both physical and mental.
✔ Verbal communication. Words can be used to attacked.
✔ Strong grasp on strategies and plans.
✔ Sharp perception when it comes to people. He won't go as far as to claim to 'know' someone fully, but he can see hints of their past through an established connection or through how they act. 'Reading people', as most call it.

Weaknesses:

✖ Sleeping habits; tired a lot.
✖ Verbal communication is also a weakness because if his mouth is taped or closed then he cannot speak, therefore he cannot attack with his powers.
✖ 'Ghosts'. He has moments when whispered words will float about his mind or head and will distract him, though rarely.
✖ Little Girl, Caroline. Because of his powers, he has this side-effect. He is capable of seeing a little girl, a ghost of some sorts, and she follows him around a lot, but she does help him. Much is not known of her, aside from the fact that she wears a pretty dress.
✖ His left arm. Most of his power comes from there, or is channeled into that arm.

Appearance:

Normal Attire and Skeleton Hoodie and Example of Arm Power and Another Appearance.
He usually only wears his Skeleton Hoodie when he is hiding or on certain missions. His eyes vary in shades of blue, but mostly they extend to a pure sapphire and then a strange aqua colored light blue. His hair is black and brown with tints of gold in it and it always seems to be spiked or very gravity-defying. The only time it is seen laying down, straight-like is when he is soaked with rain, swimming or a high amount of wind. Also wears a fur jacket a lot.

Powers / Abilities:

● When he speaks words, they can become attacks. This is not only vocal. He can mouth words and still use this power.
● Claw-Shift, or Shadow Claws. When released, a certain amount of the blue energy he puts out shifts his left arm into a sort of.. shadow-armor, with streaks of the blue energy, ending at the tips of his fingers with sharp claws. He can also channel the blue energy into attacks, such as bolts. Left Arm.
● Shade Armor. The more he uses this, the more it leaves behind a trace of it, a scar, a part of it. It's mostly a defensive mechanism used to take away most of the damage from an attack, though certain materials can penetrate past the layer. The percent of it will probably be somewhere in his post.
● Enhanced senses (hearing, smell, taste, touch, and sight) and abilities (movement such as running, jumping, climbing, etc). Reflex, agility are enhanced, as well as strength and his talent of storing data into his mind. He has an excellent memory.
● His 'sixth' sense, a form of Telepathy. One could consider him a form of Telemancer, but it is very limited. In order to activate this power he has to make a connection. Contact allows him to hear the thoughts or know the emotions (hidden or covered) from that specific person. He either has to touch the person or them touch him. So long as his flesh comes into contact with another person's flesh the power will activate. He rarely uses this talent, though.

Extra Information:

● His 'energy' or power comes out in a bluish color, visible and rippling.
● Since he is related to Locus he too can harness the power of Shadow's, but his is more limited. It's only involved with his left arm, aka the claws and armor.
● His powers react to Locus' presence. When around her he actually begins to hear the voices a lot more and the little girl will warn him to get away.

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● Cell phone, sleek black with a blue glow to the screen and buttons. Voice operated so that it will only respond to him.
● He carries with him a katana that he calls Velez (veil-lee-ez). Matches the color of his phone.. Black with blue engravings on the blade. The energy of the blade matches that of his left arm. It's usually strapped across his back with the handle visible over his right shoulder.
● A silver diamond necklace given to him by Slade. He fears to wear it due to what it may do.. but he keeps it with him. He is cautious since it was made by Slade if it is secretly a way to control him should he put it on, therefore it remains in his pocket.. until he gave it to Locus, now she wears it.
● Carries the key to get into his home, a two story house on the outskirts of the town.

► Code Box: Ghost Town by Shiny Toy Guns.

[Sylveta Everett]

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"Helpless to resist the notes I write..."

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: Bard, Minstrel, Conductor, Grey.

► Codename: "Maestro".

► Pronunciations: (Joo-lee-enn) (Jer-ard) (Kerr) , (My-stro).

► Age: 20.

► Under The Clothing: Male.

► Race: Human.

► Height: 5'11".

► Weight: 168 lbs.

► Relatives [Family]: mother: Martine Liese Coeur (deceased), father: Jean-Pierre Bernard Coeur (deceased), younger sister: Madelynne Liese Coeur (believed to be deceased) younger brother: Henri Germaine Coeur (last known to be in foster care, location -unknown), younger sister: Helene Marie Coeur (last known to be in foster care, location -unknown) note: younger siblings were twins.

► Role: Julien has a darkness in him that has taken root and perverted his moral values and conscience.

► Place of Birth: Paris, France.

► Interest: None. Julien doesn't have a heart of his own, and to get close to the one he does have, would take alot.

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

Born in Paris, France, Julien was his father's pride for 4 years before his kid sister Madelynne came into the world. It was a happier time for him. Every week, his parents would bring him to the Garnier opera house and attend the symphony. That was his favorite part about living in the city, and he dreamed of being a renown composer one day. The music captivated him and captured his heart, mind, and soul. Even for a child so young, music became his passion. His father bought for him a leather-bound binder of blank sheet music to 'compose' himself, and it was his most treasured possession. He's spend hours at the piano, thinking, writing, deciding this melody didn't fit, crumpling the paper, and starting all over again.... Then it all changed.

He would have been lying if he said he was exuberant about his parents buying the circus and moving him to America. He wouldn't get to attend the symphony with his mother and father anymore. It crushed him. Julien would never admit it, but every night, he snuck up onto the roof of the bigtop and stared up at the stars, homesick and dreaming of Paris. Matters only got more complicated for him when their parents began training them for performing in the shows. Maddie was a natural talent. Her balance and discipline were far superior to his when it came to physical ability, and he envied her. Julien loved his sister dearly, but he was always a might bit jealous of her. While he spent his free time writing and composing in the leather binder, Maddie was training and practicing for the shows. Now, Julien was great, have no doubt about that, but the fact of the matter was, Maddie was just better. The spotlight belonged to her, and he knew she was meant for it. Though sometimes he wished one would shine his way. His personal dream took a backseat for the shared dream of the family.

When the twins were born, Julien did get abit of a reprieve. His father finally noticed the slight twinge of unhappiness in him and they went for a long walk and had a long talk. Jean-Pierre hadn't taken into account the sacrifice he'd expected his son to make when he moved the family to the states and changed their entire lifestyle. Eager to make it up to him, he began encouraging his sons art once again, even asking him to compose new tunes for the shows. Re-invigorated, Julien found contentment in being able to indulge in both dreams...... Then it all changed.

Sitting in the wing of the tent with his mother and younger siblings, Julien clutched his binder tightly while Martine read over his lasted composition. This was his masterpiece to date. He was going to submit this one to the concert hall in town and hopefully get it copyrighted and performed. But not before he got his parents approval, that is. Anxious for his father to finish announcing Maddie so he could come join them back here for a moment to read his sons work, Julien suddenly stopped his pacing. W-was that smoke he just smelled? The sounds of screams and panic erupted from the main tent and all he could think of was 'protect his mother, protect Henri and Helene.' He could hear the roar of the flames eating away at the bigtop, hear falling support beams and he crackling of the wood as the fire engulfed everything around them. The smoke was thick and choking by the time he heard his father's voice shouting for them. He'd kept his siblings and his mother close to the ground, trying to spare them as much as possible from the smoke inhalation at his own cost. He hovered over them to keep them safe from the falling, flaming tent scraps.

Hearing shouting from the other direction, a large bit of the canvas fell away and he saw an opening where a couple of firefighters were motioning for them to hurry through the gap. With his father's help he managed to carry a terrified and crying pair, Henri and Helene out and deposit them into the waiting arms of the firemen. They instantly ran off to the ambulances to get the children treated, calling out that they'd be back to help. But there was little time left. The entire roof was threatening to go. Julien's father urged him to get out to safety, but he refused. He had to help save his mother, who had choked herself unconscious on the smoke. Climbing over rubble and trying to get to his parents, he heard a terrible creaking sound and then a deafening *snap* . Julien looked up to see the remnants of the roof collapse in on them and the last thing he saw was his father's arm shoving him back, but it wasn't enough. One of the flaming beams came right down upon him and landed square on his chest, knocking the wind from him and crushing his ribcage. The world went black... Then it all changed.

When Julien came to, he was unaware of just how much time had passed. It was dark, the hospital was on night shift. Sitting up carefully, the first thing he noticed were the bandages wrapping him head to toe on his right side. Obviously, he suspected they were covering the burns from the fire, but that didn't explain the large bindings around his chest. He scooted to the end of the bed and picked up his charts. Reading through them thoroughly, he nearly dropped the clipboard when he reached the last few pages. 'Heart transplant?!' Had he read that correctly?! Staring at the file, Julien couldn't believe his eyes. He died? He actually died here in the ER? 'Donor - Exact match: minimal anti-rejection medication recommended, with therapy and monitoring, conclusion of medication course by 3 months time.' This was too incredulous to believe, so he checked to make sure no orderlies were around and then tugged the dressings off of his himself. The right side of his body was horrifically scarred for the most part, his face being no exception. And there in the middle of his chest was a long, very visible scar. Going back to the chart, he flipped back a few pages: 'Patient was brought it with a crushed ribcage, severe burns and smoke inhalation. Pericardium badly bruised valves and muscle failing. Suggest transplant as soon as donor-match becomes available.' He just couldn't believe it.

For days, he begged, pleaded with the hospital staff to find his family, and finally got the news that his parents perished in the flames, the twins had been placed into foster care with a loving family during his respite, and Maddie? She was unaccounted for. Saddened at the lack of reunion, he was released from the hospital after his medication treatment concluded and physical therapy run its course. Alone in the world, they tried to place him into a home as well, but he took off. He didn't want any part of it. He returned to the site of the inferno to find nothing but charred scraps of canvas, wood, and metal , and there was a thick layer of ash coating everything. Walking to the backstage area, he saw the flags where the firemen had place to show the location of 'removal' and he knelt by where his mothers' vanity was. Brushing some of the soot and dust away, he felt smoothness beneath his fingers. His binder! It was a little smoldered, but it was still in tact, and so were it's contents. His 'masterpiece' however was nowhere to be found. People under extreme duress or those who suffer life-altering events have a tendency to 'change.' ...And change he did. Something snapped in Julien in that moment. He let out a loud, mournful bellow, and the sound suddenly took on life of it's own. A sonic-wave burst from his cry and sent leaves and birds from the nearby trees scattering away terrified. Shocked, but intrigued, Julien took his binder and left the remnants of the bigtop behind... Then it all changed.

Julien Gerard Coeur hasn't been seen or heard from since....

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Julien is cold. It's the first impression anyone ever picks up on from him. Detached, aloof, and stone cold. He keeps to himself, hardly speaking unless necessary. He is extremely patient cool and calculating, but even that has limits, and few have dared to cross the line and test those limits. None have tried a second time. He doesn't discuss his past, it's his burden alone to bear. The more that's known about him, the less power he has over himself. It's why he no longer uses his given name. Everyone knows him as 'Maestro,' or Grey.

Things I like:

✔ Music
✔ Opera
✔ Composing/Playing
✔ People who appreciate music...
✔ His Mask...

Things I don't like:

✖ When songs are butchered by people who try (and fail) to sing. He refuses to watch American Idol for this sole reason.
✖ People who don't appreciate music...
✖ Seeing happy families together. Reminds him too much of all he's lost...
✖ Seeing couples in love. It disgusts him. He lost his own heart, the one in his chest doesn't belong to him, how could he use it to care about anyone if it's not his emotion?
✖ Too much color. The old black and white keys of a piano and sheet music never let him down, never disappointed him like the vibrant colors of the circus did....

Strengths:

✔ Julien is very detail-oriented, and if often able to pick up on things others may miss.
✔ For as cold an detached as he is, he's also a gentleman and quite charming and naturally charismatic.
✔ He has a photographic memory.
✔ His lack of any personal attachment to anyone serves him quite well.
✔ He has the sort of 'presence' that can silence a person just with one look, he's intimidating to approach because of this. However his presence and charisma are also a weakness. Once his gentlemanly charms are laid on, people want to be around him, even if he doesn't want them to.

Weaknesses:

✖ A beautiful singing voice...
✖ Great music...
✖ Senseless Noise...(note: this does not include discordant music, just noise)
✖ His chest. From time to time, despite not needing the anti-rejection medication anymore, Julien still gets chest pains, and it's a weak spot for him.
✖ His remaining family. He has no idea where the twins are, despite his efforts to find them. And losing Maddie tore a void in him. For as jealous as he was of her at times, they were very close and he loved her dearly, once. Maybe, just maybe... that borrowed heart can be taught how to feel again from his memories.

Appearance:

Julian without the mask...
Julien has cool grey eyes light in tone, from his mother's side. And like Maddie, sun blonde hair thanks to their father. He's fairly tall, lithe-ly built, but well-toned and lean. He makes it a point to keep himself in shape physically to help discipline his 'powers.' He has burn scars covering about 40% of his body, mainly on his right side, and large scar down his chest from the heart transplant surgery. He is very RARELY seen without his mask, and he keeps his scars well-covered with clothing

Powers / Abilities:

● Songweaver: Julian is able to give music physical form by playing, or singing. He can create anything with the right tune, from a sword to a sandwich.
● Sirensong/Lullabye: Julien's voice when used, is so compelling it's almost hypnotic...
● He can manipulate sound, music or not, to either silence it, raise it to deafening decibels, or to ear-shattering sonic noise, the latter of which can be used as a knockback attack; the former-most, granting him the ability to silently sneak up on someone).
● Conductor: He can control instruments to do his bidding, either to play so he can use the sound/music to attack, or attack directly.
● Encore/Curtain Call: Julien can use the hypnotic power of his voice to subliminally influence/induce rousing clapping, effectively distracting the 'victim' long enough for Julien to make his escape. (The effects wear off after a short time.)

Extra Information:

● Julien loves roses. Despite his detachment, they're one aspect of his former life he can't let go. He tends to his own bushel of them.
● He does appreciate beauty, but his cold demeanor initially states otherwise.
● Deep down, he's terribly lonely, but he won't allow anyone close to him, due to his heart not being his own.
● Julien prefers dark and white chocolate. No milk, thanks.
● He still star-gazes.

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● His voice...
● Music itself...
● Instruments... he can pretty much play everything, though he favors the piano and his violin...
● His mask...
● Rope. (punjab lasso! aka: noose)

► Theme song:Music of the Night...

[Sylveta Everett]

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"Why do humans still exist? They are nothing but frail creatures that will soon face extinction..."

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: The Awakened Queen.

► Codename: Arcana.

► Pronunciations: Ar-cane-uh, Min-er-vuh.

► Age: Appears to be nineteen. Her real age is unknown.

► Under The Clothing: Female.

► Race: Arcana is an an ancient being that had recently awoken from her millennium sleep cycle. The actual name for her race is unknown.

► Height: 5'9"

► Weight: 130 pounds.

► Relatives [Family]: None.

► Role: Evil. Villain.

► Place of Birth: Within the Earth.

► Interest: None.

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

Arcana's past is part of an old historical tale. According to legend, there was a powerful group of beings that once governed over the world. In total, there were four powerful individuals. Arcana was one of them. It is said they were the source of humanity's creation. All but one took care of the human race.

Arcana was not on the same page as the other three individuals. She despised the humans and believed they should not be the ones to inherit the Earth. She saw them as pathetic weaklings that did not deserve to exist. She tried to sway the minds of the other three powerful beings to wipe out the human race and erase their mistake. However, the other three believed strongly in the humans and their potential.

This caused Arcana to gather up nothing but disgust and hate towards her fellow comrades. As such, she attempted to destroy them on her own. Even though she was fighting alone, Arcana held the status as the most powerful of the four beings. It was said the battle shook the Earth for days upon days. When the battle was over, Arcana emerged victorious. However, she had grown too tired to even think about wiping out the human race. Arcana had exhausted her powers to the point where she could barely stand. As such, she rested for an entire millennium. Having recently awoken, Arcana now sets out to finish what she started: The destruction of the entire human race.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Arcana holds a cold personality and possesses no care for humanity whatsoever. She believes humanity to be nothing more than a colony of insects that need to be exterminated. Arcana has a naturally calm demeanor. This attitude rarely ever changes, because she had never encountered anyone or anything that had brought her into a state of fear. Arcana also believes she is the only supreme power on Earth. Arcana deems anyone who rises against her to be a blasphemer. As such, she will not hesitate to destroy anyone or anything that would try to challenge her power.

Things I like:

✔ Destruction.
✔ Chaos.
✔ Those who submit to her will.
✔ Powerful beings.
✔ Corruption.

Things I don't like:

✖ Humans.
✖ Weaklings.
✖ Blasphemers.
✖ Those who would resist her rule.
✖ Heroes.

Strengths:

✔ Her intellect.
✔ Knowing the full construction of a human body.
✔ Ancient knowledge.
✔ The shear magnitude of her powers.
✔ Her calm attitude.

Weaknesses:

✖ Her superiority complex.
✖ Recently awakened.

Appearance:

Full Body

Full Power

Powers / Abilities:

● Immense telekinetic power.
● Massive physical strength.
● Incredible physical durability.
● Telepathic offensive and defensive power.
● Ancient magic.

Extra Information:

● Knows all languages.

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● Ancient Fate Cards.

► Code Box: Awakened Queen

[Sylveta Everett]

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[Sylveta Everett]

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_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: N/A

► Codename: Siren

► Pronunciations: Kie-ra, Zed-ler

► Age: 17

► Under The Clothing: Female

► Race: Siren

► Height: 6'1"

► Weight: 155 lbs (mostly muscle)

► Relatives [Family]: Father (Hippe) Mother (Siren)

► Role: Chaotic Evil

► Place of Birth: ???

► Interest: ???

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

Kiera is a siren, not the lure sailors to their deaths siren, but a girl with badass super powers. Her mother died at birth so she was left with her poor excuse for a Father, he was a hippie. A love everyone, no fighting, let's all get together kind of person. Her Father's pure and happy lifestyle was hell on her childhood, all their food had to be fresh grown, they had to make their own clothes, no store bought medicine. If it wasn't for her Siren's blood which was strong enough to make her power siren, she would have died from the flu.

Kiera hated her father and after 17 years of his lame hippie songs she finally snapped. She used her siren powers to slowly rip him to pieces and she enjoyed it. She then did everything she wasn't allowed to do. Drank some beer, watched some R-rated movies and brunt down the house

Most sirens are very violent by nature, but 1 out of every 10,000 sirens are as gentle as a lamb. They love to destroy and burn stuff, mostly burn stuff. All sirens have different crazy powers. But The Most common is pyrokinesis, the rarest is cyrokinesis.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Kiera was repressed as a kid, her father was always trying to keep her violent nature in check. She loves to hurt others and she loves to feel pain. She's very clever and very resourceful, she's also a born fighter. She's almost always ready for a fight, depending on her mood.

Things I like:

✔ Fighting
✔ Burning Stuff
✔ Weed
✔ Fire
✔ Did I Mention Burning Stuff

Things I don't like:

✖ Hippies
✖ Dogs
✖ Cats
✖ Birds
✖ Cars

Strengths:

✔ Always Ready To Kill
✔ Extremely Fast On Her Feet
✔ She Has A Extremely High Tolerance To Pain
✔ Extremely Fast Eye

Weaknesses:

✖ Solves Most of Her Problems With Fire
✖ Not Very Good At Hand To Hand Combat
✖ Pyrokinesis Power Is Really Only Good For Burning Stuff
✖ If She Can't Solve A Problem With Fire, She Solves It With Ice

Appearance:

You Called?

Powers / Abilities:

● Pyrokinesis
● Cyrokinesis
● Sonic Scream
● Extremely good at using a scythe

Extra Information:

● A lesbian
● Left handed
● Favorite color Is white

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● Siren's Curse A magical scythe once used to kill the very firs siren. Legend has it the first siren's soul is forever trapped inside of this scythe.

► Code Box: Kumiko Noma - Lilium

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How about you keep a distance of at least twenty-five feet away from me, unless you like being crushed.

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: Hana

► Codename: "Obsidian" - Self Proclaimed Alias (( preferred, almost never used by anyone but herself ))
"Phage the Untouchable" - Random Eye Witness Nerd Proclaimed on National Television Interview (( almost everyone uses, causes her to sulk upon hearing ))

► Pronunciations: Hanako (Hah-Nah-Ko); Chikage (Chee-kah-geh); Kushinada (Koo-shi-nah-dah); Obsidian (uh b-sid-ee-uh n ); Phage (feyj)

► Age: 17

► Under The Clothing: Female

► Race: Asian

► Height: 165cm (5'5'')

► Weight: 59kg (130lb)

► Relatives [Family]: No known relatives alive.

► Role: Evil. Villain.

► Place of Birth: No record, but rumored to be in many possible places. Ranging from Japan, being her ethnicity, to Jump city, being her current residence, to the moon, being some people have wild imaginations.

► Interest: Females only heart

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

No one really knows anything about Hanako. She just appeared one day in Jump City mysteriously. She never had a record or anything before that, and her criminal record started in Jump City, so it was just assumed that was where she lived. She comes off a bit anti-social, and she really only comes off as 'Scary' or 'Mysterious' when she's not trying to be. She's a conundrum in and of itself. She does not push others away, but she does not welcome them. She does not talk about her past and until her first robbery, no one can even find a picture of her in any kind of recourse. Her name comes up with nothing; she has no social number…no record of anything. She never confirms or denies where she grew up or even if she lived in Jump City before she appeared. She could be anyone; whether it is someone who completely ditched their old identity and made a new one in Jump city, to a wanderer who just decided randomly to use her powers to live the plush life in Jump city. She could even be someone from another planet, which considering all things, is one of the rumors. Like everything else though, it is all just rumored, and nothing solid.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Hanako is actually quite normal...she tries putting on this tough, mysterious, cool act, but honestly, whenever she hears herself referred to as 'Phage the Untouchable' she get surprisingly put down and depressed. (( not seriously depressed, just the whole collapses on the ground mournfully mumbling about how she didn't pick such a stupid name and who wants to be untouchable, this usually goes away after a moment or two )) She also has the same reaction when someone teases her about being 'heavy'. Because her power controls weight, she can make herself as light or heavy as she wants, so when she's fighting in heavy mode instead of speed mode, the occasional "Man you must weight a ton!" comment sets her into her sulky self.

Things I like:

✔ Being called 'Obsidian'
✔ Girl’s penetrating her gravitational field
✔ The color Black
✔ Fried Rice

Things I don't like:

✖ Being called 'Phage the Untouchable'
✖ Guy’s penetrating her gravitational field
✖ The color Pink ((considers it extremely girly))
✖ Vegetables

Strengths:

✔ Her gravitational field is incredibly strong, and can become many times heavier then earth's normal gravity.
✔ In most cases, even if you can withstand her gravitational field, just her touching you is enough to take down most people. When this is combined with her gravitational field that covers an area, and her black hole which can absorb projectile attacks, he defense becomes increasingly impenetrable.
✔ Her control over her own gravity allows her to become either light as a feather, which allows her to move incredibly fast and even able to float in the air, or making herself incredibly heavy. This combination allows her to use moves like jumping up at light weight and crashing down at heavy, imitating a meteor.

Weaknesses:

✖ Despite the power of controlling gravity being incredibly powerful, Hanako isn't really a fighter. She has never had a need to fight. No one has really been able to get close enough to her because of her powers, so when it comes to fighting her attack patterns are actually incredibly straightforward and easy to figure out if you know what to look for. She does not attack from behind, she does not think to get around the opponent, she does not expect them to roll or jump around, and she does not expect them to fly. In terms of thieving, she is an expert at penetrating almost anything because of her abilities; but when it comes to fighting out of a tight spot, she is actually noticeably an amateur.
✖ If you can withstand her gravitational field, and fight her without having to come into physical contact with her, she is incredibly easy to take down.
✖ Her gravitational field, when used, does not distinguish from friend or foe. So when surrounded be allies, she tends to not use it. Because of this, she’s constantly telling the members of Slade’s group to keep a distance of at least 25 feet from here whenever possible.

Appearance:

Hanako

Powers / Abilities:

● Gravity control. This has two main functions. The first function is what gave her the name 'Phage the Untouchable'. She can change the gravity/weight of anything she is physically touching. Things such as Clothes, weapons, items...even people. Thus, she always opens with the same move, simply reaching out and touching you. By coming in contact, she rapidly changes the gravity of the body, going from heavy to light and back and forth many times over in only a second. Because most human bodies are not used to the rapid fluctuation in gravity, they have been known to react by becoming violently sick, losing their lunches, and being unable to stand for quite some time. To put it simply, its the equivalent to shaking a soda can like mad and then opening it. Except the soda can is a human. This can cause death, but usually only when she keeps in contact long enough or is meaning to cause death. Usually, she only holds on for three seconds, before letting go. It would take at least 10 seconds to cause enough damage to fatally injure the bodily insides of a human. Take note: She tends to avoid this since this ability requires skin contact…and someone throwing up their lunch and blood on you long enough to kill them is cause for an hour or two in the shower scrubbing vigorously.
● Gravity control. The second form is an area of effect gravity control around her body. This however, requires more energy since she does not come in direct contact with anything, but rather is affecting the area around her. Since it causes more strain, it’s generally avoided and can only reach up to a twenty-five foot radius with her being in the center.
● Gravity Bomb. Hanako extends her gravity powers to their maximum range. Using herself as a focal point, she then compresses it from a large area into a small area, without changing the amount of force in the range. It then becomes a sphere about the size of her fist. Because it has so much condensed gravity, it cannot keep its form upon leaving her possession, and thus becomes a melee attack. upon detonation, it easily covers double the range of its original radius, covering a fifty foot radius from its impact point, and can literally create a wasteland from the outward force of the gravitational explosion. Hanako is able to avoid the damage because of her own control over gravity. Because of the amount of power this requires and the damage it causes, it takes sixty seconds to successfully create the bomb, and afterwards, Hanako is left without the use of her area of effect gravitational powers for an hour.
● Black Hole. Hanako compresses the gravity around her into a black hole, which then absorbs most things like projectiles. She can have a maximum of three black holes out at once, but any more than one at once does put strain on her body, so she avoids it unless absolutely necessary.

Extra Information:

● She becomes extremely dejected when called Phage the untouchable
● Despite her attitude, she is surprisingly courteous to her opponents.
● While normally she does not tend to kill her opponents, when she becomes serious, both her killing intent and her aura shoot up.
● She is a ‘silent rage’ type, she talks less the more serious she gets.
● She is technologically illiterate. It is not suggested to allow her to handle anything you value as expensive, as once she becomes frustrated with it she has the tendency to resorting to the policy 'if it don’t work, crush it'.

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● Since Hanako can make anything she touches into a weapon by simply adjusting its weight to her whim, she carries no weapons.

► Code Box: Flyleaf – Unbreakable

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Most people say that they wish they could be a kid again. I'm the only one I know that can be a kid again anytime I want.

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: Al, cutey

► Codename: None (at the moment)

► Pronunciations: Exactly the way it sounds.

► Age: 18

► Under The Clothing: Male

► Race: Meta-human

► Height: 5'8 (adult) 4'8 (child)

► Weight: 160 (adult) 80 (child)

► Relatives [Family]: David Cross (father) Ellisa Cross (mother)

► Role: Neutral (Though he will help someone that‘s in trouble)

► Place of Birth: Richmond Virginia

► Interest: Nobody at the moment.

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

Alex parents knew that he was special since the day he was born. It was hard not to notice this fact when all the nurses and doctors commented that he was the cutest baby they have ever seen. It would seem that Alex's Aura of Cute ability was activated since the day he was born.

As a child Alex's had a love for drawing and his parents notice that he had imaginary friends that he often talked too. His parents notice that Alex's drawing all seemed to revolve around faries. When they asked why he said that was what his imaginary friends looked like. Though his parents started to worry when Alex continued to talk to these friends even though he was 9 years old. His parents tried to convince him that they weren't will. Alex yelled at them and said that they are real and he could prove it. At that moment the six fairies appeared before Alex's parents. To say they were shock would be a understatement considering that they both fainted. When they came too they tried to find out how this could be possible eventually they found someone who could tell them what was up. It appeared that Alex's "faries" where actually a product of his augmentation powers. The person also said that the faries might be representations of different sides of Alex. He also told them that these "faries" could increase a persons abilities including Alex himself. Alex's parents believed this since there was one time when Alex was almost kidnapped. The kidnapper would have gotten away with it too if Alex didn't punch the guy in the stomach causing him to let go of Alex so he could get away. It would seem that the "faries" had boosted Alex's strength to twice his normal strength. Of course after that incident they had put him in a martial arts class and kept a closer eye on him. They also found out the reason why everyone seemed to see Alex's as cute it would seem that Alex's had some type of aura around him that made people think of him as one of the cutest person they have ever seen. Alex's parents asked him not to show his "faries" to anyone else. Seeing the worried look on his parent's faces he agreed.

During his Middle and High School years Alex was consider a artistic prodigy winning a lot of awards for his art work. He also was doing well in martial arts too. He made quite a few friends, one day two of his best friends found the family photo album and commented that Alex was really cute as a kid. Alex agreed and he admitted that he sometimes wished he could be a kid again just to re-live those days. Of course at that moment his last power activated and he found himself a child again which shock him, his best friends, and his parents. It would seem that actually could become younger at will. It took a little while but he was eventually able to figure out how to get back to his normal age. Though after learning this ability he had fun playing quite a bit of pranks dealing with this power. Though all things weren't great especially when his last power came in. One day when Alex was painting he suddenly his eyes glazed over as he started to paint. When the painting was done he came out of his trance. What he had painted had shocked him. It was a scene of a terrible accident. What shock and scared him was the fact that it was in such great detail that one would have thought he had actually been at the accident. At first he had just thought that it was nothing. That was until he saw the news the next day showing the accident that he had painted. Since that time Alex was afraid of what he could possible paint whenever he went into such a trance. The only good thing was that not all of them were bad some where of actual people doing good things.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Well Alex is mature and confident when he's in his adult form but when he's in his child form he's a bit childish and shy. In both forms he has a pretty good sense of humor and always willing to help others. Though whenever he gets frustrated he tends to pout. (Which actually makes his aura of cute stronger though he doesn't know about that) He also never judges a person by their looks but by their actions.

Things I like:

✔ Painting
✔ Martial arts
✔ Music
✔ Pizza
✔ People enjoying my artwork

Things I don't like:

✖ Bullies
✖ Bad visions (Slowly figuring out that they can be change)
✖ People insulting my art
✖ Bake beans
✖ Racist (Really why do people judge others on race anyway)

Strengths:

✔ Computer skills
✔ Athletic
✔ Intelligent
✔ Focus
✔ High level martial artist

Weaknesses:

✖ Easily distracted in child form
✖ Power time limit
✖ Power recharge
✖ Visions can happen at anytime.
✖ He still can get killed by things most humans can be killed by.

Appearance:

Child and Adult forms.

Powers / Abilities:

● Power Augmentation (But with a bit of a twist. Alex's power augmentation ability comes in the form of six fairies. The blue one Shiva increase intelligence and wisdom. The green fairy Gaia increases the human healing factor and resistance to poisons. Arachne the one holding a spider increases one's agility and reflexes. Sylph the brown one increase ones speed. Asura the one surrounded by roses will increase ones strength. The final one Remora increases or unlocks a persons powers. The boost doubles the persons abilities. Though all the boost only last for one hour and after that hour is up the person who received the boost has to wait five hours before they are able to use that boost again. Also the fairies are the height of Tinkerbell) Here
● Age regression (He can be younger if he wants to and can go back to his original age when he wants to)
● Aura of Cute (anybody that looks at him will think he's cute no matter what gender, sexuality, or race they are.)
● Visions of future events (through paintings/drawing)

Extra Information:

● Alex is a second degree black belt
● He does parkour
● He's actually a pretty famous artist. Though he goes under the pin name Father Fairy
● He enjoys all types of games

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● Sketch pad
● Colored pencils
● Different paints
● Book bag (to hold all his art equipment in)

► Code Box: Clocks

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The applause of the crowd is what makes it worthwhile.

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: Mumbo Junior

► Codename: The Amazing Mumbo Jr.

► Pronunciations: Sam-ya’ll (Samuel) Mum-bow June-yur (Mumbo Junior)

► Age: 17

► Under The Clothing: Male

► Race: Caucasian

► Height: 5’8

► Weight: 123

► Relatives [Family]: Aunt Genni (deceased) Mother and Father divorced by law.

► Role: Chaotic Neutral

► Place of Birth: Steel City

► Interest: N/A

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

Samuel was born into a lower class family in Steel City. It wasn’t the best life but everyone pitched in order to keep the family a float. Samuel was the grandson of villainous magician Mumbo the itself staining the family reputation which meant Samuel’s internist in magic was frowned a pawn. Eventually his parents disowned him and sent him to live with his and Genni in Jump City.

Over three years Samuel studied put on magic and eventually came across his grandfather wand in a pawn shop out of luck or maybe fate. Sadly though as fate would have it Genni would die in a car wreck a week after finding it and his parents being his only living relatives Samuel decided to fall back what his family had became know for.

An additional two years in jump city and who is now as The Amazing Mumbo Jr. has gained mixed reputation with the people of jump city. The children idolize like a modern magic using Robin Hood, while the police and other more “respectable” citizens considered him menace to society. Either way Samuel is life much better than it was before and not only has he made a small fortune sense he began this trade but he has also collected a good number of magical trinkets a tomes. Though what he plans are unknown.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Samuel is normally well collected and isn’t above smiling and laughing about a good joke if the moment permits it. Also he makes a point to be respective of other people’s boundaries and often expects other to do so in kind. Like his grandfather Samuel has a tendency to steal and cause bit of havoc here and there for the fun of it. Despite his actions he a good person at the core and often will do shows in the park for the kid when he isn’t costume while making fool out of people that try to ruin his tricks.

Things I like:

✔ Applause from the crowd
✔ Reading
✔ Fine Dinning
✔ Classic Movies
✔ Ancient Artifacts

Things I don't like:

✖ People who steal his thunder.
✖ His Parents
✖ Spiders
✖ People who ruin magic shows just by telling everyone how the trick works.
✖ Funnel Cakes

Strengths:

✔ Has a great knowledge of mystical artifacts and their uses.
✔ Is a skill fencer.
✔ Unlike his predecessor is not limited to stage magic.
✔ Is rather quick on his feet.
✔ Is an escape artist.

Weaknesses:

✖ Arachnophobia
✖ Having his wand broken dispels everything.
✖ Can’t stand the sight of children crying.
✖ Can become enraged rather easily when speaking about his parents.
✖ Needs to say magic words in order to create more powerful things, example: A giant fire breathing rabbit.

Appearance:

Samuel

Powers / Abilities:

● Can conjure all sort of things out thin air.
● Can mildly bend reality such as; making walls appear and disappear, making objects come to life, polymorhing others, creating pocket dimensions, and etc
● Teleportation in a verity of manners like poofing into smoke, Turing into doves and reforming somewhere else that sort of thing.
● Is trained fencer and can fight very well with sword.

Extra Information:

● Gives twenty percent for his “earnings” to charity
● Is an expert at classical dances

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● Sword Cane: A specially made titanium sword hidden within a cane.
● Magic Wand: A magical artifact that been tied to the Mumbo family for a number of years. Though where and how it came to be is a mystery who ever wields it becomes a powerful magic user in their own right, however the cost of this power can be the person sanity if they’re not careful.
● Magic Hat: A hat created by using the magic wand which house a pocket dimension.
● Lock picks plus hidden lock dispenser in sleeve.
● Ring of Clarity: This ring helps stave off the mental damage caused dealing with dangerous magic items.

► Code Box: Master of Your Fate

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"The general at your service."

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: Cherry, That girl in the military outfit

► Codename: The General

► Pronunciations: English is not the girl's first language so when she is speaking sentences sound broken and from time to time are missing prepositions that assist in the clarity of things. Her "w" is pronounced with the sound of a "v", and her "th" is commonly pronounced as a "z" or "s".

► Age: 17

► Under The Clothing: Female

► Race: Genetically Modified Human

► Height: 5'3

► Weight: 125 pounds

► Relatives [Family]: Mother ~ Vriska Cherlina Father ~ Adrian Cherlina

► Role: Noel is a neutral who isn't quite neutral. Though she steals in order to survive Noel has assisted the titans and other vigilante heroes in completing their tasks.

► Place of Birth: Saint Petersburg, Russia

► Interest: N/a

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

My father was a general, my mother was a soldier so it shouldn't be surprising when I tell you I spent a vast majority of my life in a bunker. I have lived a rather boring life considering the fact that the first ten years of it were spent as a bugle girl but everything changed one dark and foggy night. Well I guess I should tell you this first; my parents were a part of an military organization started to help humans retaliate against all these villains popping up in Jump City...their name even spelled out failure, DFP or known by most as Death for Peace. The death was supposed to be of our enemies and not our own but, things don't always go the way you plan. The DFP decided that it would be a brilliant idea to give someone "superpowers" in order to counter against these powerful villains and guess who was volunteered to be altered, yup. Me. The process itself was painful and grueling but after the two day operation I had obtained "superpowers". They informed me that I was to confront the enemy the next morning, and that's when I did it...I moved out the bunker I once knew as 'home' and into an abandoned building in Jump City.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Noel is a very timid girl who tries to avoid talking to others at all costs. It's not just because she is shy but also because people seem to like making fun of her Russian accent so, Noel simple answers with nods and shakes of the head unless she has to do otherwise. She is almost always eager to help someone, as long as she receives something in return of course and has a tendency to be more of a lawful neutral rather than a chaotic neutral.

Things I like:

✔ Being alone
✔ Fluffy Animals
✔ Writing and Reading poetry
✔ Artillery

Things I don't like:

✖ Public speaking
✖ Merciless People
✖ Unnecessary Killing
✖ Comments on my short stature
✖ Snakes

Strengths:

✔ Skilled with artillery
✔ Ranged combat
✔ Strategy planning
✔ Creating distractions

Weaknesses:

✖ Close Combat
✖ Her merciful nature
✖ Her fear of blood
✖ Extended use of powers cause temporary blindness

Appearance:

Usual clothing

Powers / Abilities:

● Enhanced Hearing ~ Noel's ears rival those of a dog since she is able to hear the slightest of movements. You get a two day operation and come out with super ears.
● Telescopic vision ~ Allows Noel to 'zoom' in on a certain target extending and magnifying her field of vision to various levels
● Night Vision ~ Just as it sounds Noel is able to see clearly in the dark of the night, which proves useful for stealing from stores and whatnot.
● Noel is skilled with artillery of many kinds and with her powers shots are almost always precise and accurate.

Extra Information:

● Is allergic to flower dander
● Instead of living in the housing district like a normal person would Noel resides in the abandoned amusement park
● Has a cousin named Rio

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● .45 caliber pistol x2
● Smoke bombs x5
● Throwing knives x10

► Code Box: TBA.

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_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: M&M, Max, Little Girl.. >.<

► Codename: The Rookie

► Pronunciations: Max-een, Mont-gum-er-re

► Age: 18

► Under The Clothing: Female

► Race: Caucasian and Human I think...

► Height: 5'2"

► Weight: 114 lbs

► Relatives [Family]:
Dennis Montgomery- Father
Linda Montgomery- Mother
Jonathan Montgomery- Younger brother
Fenton Montgomery- Older brother- deceased

► Role: Fair, Neutral.

► Place of Birth: Right here in the heart of Jump City.

► Interest: I plead the Fifth ^^;

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

As I said up there, I was born and raised in the streets of Jump city. Both my parents run a Bakery on the South side of the city, a cute establishment but lack nothing when it comes to the sweet goodies that are quite popular in the neighborhood. I had to brothers though afraid to say one had past away a few years ago...wanna know. Fine, but I don't want a pity party for it. Ever since the day my brother Fenton was born, he wanted to be a crime fighting police officer. I remember childhood days of us playing cops and robbers with the neighborhood kids...we caused quite the commotion.

My brother passed through school and then the police academy with flying colors, living his dream job through though it had been cut short merely 6 months in the force when a arsony had gone bad. Due to some piece of trash white collar criminal's lack of income to their business, he attempted to burn it down to collect the insurance on it. My brother had passed the the scene and caught the man in the act...scared, the man pulled his gun first. Thankful the man hadn't gotten far till he'd caught and arrested for my brothers murder.

It hurts to see my brother gone but I can't hold a grudge against his death despite the circumstances ..but I feel as though I owe him a bit. So I dropped the my major in business and instantly signed myself up for the academy...

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

I guess you could say that I'm quite the social butterfly with those that I know well though I do tend to be a little shy and soft spoken when it comes to my superiors as well as strangers that I have never met. I'm well spoken with manners and a good sense for what is wrong and what is right. Though I do tend to stumble lightly against pressure, I clearly am dedicated to fight against crime and set ordering it this crazy place called Jump City so don't take me lightly.

Things I like:

✔ Days Off
✔ Sleeping in
✔ Helping others
✔ Flowers
✔ Caffeine

Things I don't like:

✖ Tense Situations
✖ Psychos
✖ Banana flavored candies
✖ Blood
✖ cold days

Strengths:

✔ Self defense
✔ I know my way around a gun
✔ Good reflexes/fast runner
✔ Guilty conscience
✔ Non-materialistic

Weaknesses:

✖ Short
✖ Easily overpowered when fist fighting
✖ Guilty conscience
✖ Smell of blood
✖ Nervousness/fear

Appearance:

Formal Wear

Powers / Abilities:

● Rapid Recovery- The ability to regenerate and heal quickly depending on the wound
● Crimson Manipulation- The ability to use ones blood as a weapon and control in terms of forming it into shields or weapons.

Extra Information:

● Left handed
● New to the Force

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● Beretta 9mm
● Switchblade
● Pepperspray
● Lighter

► Code Box: Jem-24

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"It is the fate of the weak to die unknown, and the destiny of the strong to rule for eternity. Give me glory, or give me death!"

_T H E - B A S I C S . . ._________________________________________________________________

► Nicknames: I have no 'nickname'.

► Codename: Ragnarock

► Pronunciations: Rag-nah-rock Vent-ris

► Age: Shadows never age, they simply exist.

► Under The Clothing: Male

► Race: Human, psyker.

► Height: Seven feet, two inches

► Weight: Two tonnes in full armour.

► Relatives [Family]: Shi'vash Dawnstrider (Deceased) Prophaniti - closest translation (Father, in the loosest sense of the term) Ezekiel (Brother)

► Role: Evil? What is evil without good, what is order without chaos? If it pleases your humorously limited perceptions then label me as evil, if you so wish. I am a necessity, a shadow cast by your light [neutral].

► Place of Birth: The breeding pits of Cyrene VII.

► Interest: Hold my attention and you may gain my interest.

_M Y - S T O R Y . . .____________________________________________________________________

Darkness, violence, war. The screams of the dying were Ragna's lullabies as he grew up, swords and skulls were his playthings, a brutal military regime served as his family. Ragna was born many light years from Earth, to a system that knew only war. He was one amongst countless humans who were born of abhorrent breeding pits, their genetic codes toyed with in the womb through a mixture of dark, psyker magiks and technology only the most warped scientist could comprehend. Ragna was just fuel for the ever hungering war machine, a child pumped full of chemicals and growth hormones so that he may replace the soldiers who died in their thousands every single day. At the age of seven he had the body of an adolescent and the killing instincts of a veteran. He quickly rose to the rank of captain, commanding a small battalion of child soldiers like himself. His skills were prodigious, never had a soldier of such prowess been born of the breeding pits. By his fifteenth year Ragna was a veteran of many campaigns, fighting on over a hundred worlds and racking up the skulls of thousands of enemies beneath his belt. He was unmatched on every field of battle, killing with the brutal efficiency demanded of him. Despite all this however he still appeared very much human, unlike his brethren, formed of mutants, psykers and other monstrosities of war, he appeared outwardly to be naught but a simple man. That was until he heard the voices, and saw the face of a dark god.

Ragna had been chosen, an avatar of the god which relished in blood and war. His latent psyker abilities revealed themselves on his sixteenth birthday, and it came to him in his sleep. A figure of impossible dimensions stood before Ragna, yet somehow fit comfortably within his line of sight. It wore ornate armour of bronze and gold, trimmed all over with obsidian. A helm fashioned into a grinning skull covered its face, huge metal horns stabbed upwards from its forehead, hundreds of dying, groaning creatures of every race and creed were impaled along its length. Fires lay in its eyes, fires that spoke of the wonders of creation and the inevitable destruction of all things. It sucked in great draughts of air, before exhaling with furnace hot breath. An axe with wicked teeth and barbs all along its length was gripped in one hand, easily the size of a mountain. Ragna could do little more than drop to his knees before such a sight. He knew, on a primal, instinctual level, that this was his god, that he was its servant. This being was the physical manifestation of all Ragna knew, a living engine of destruction. "What would you have me do, my master?"

When Ragna awoke he was no longer a simple human. He had been touched by his god, gifted with strength beyond that of even the mutants. That night he slaughtered the command echilons of Cyrene VII, bathing himself in their blood, finally understanding the wrongs they had done to him. He left the planet to fall under the guns of its enemies, and as he left in a stolen strike cruiser Ragna watched as the planets surface was bombarded from the prow cannons of a hundred ships. Streaks of incandescent retribution continued to rake across the planet for some hours until Cyrene, no longer able to withstand the brutal assault, split and cracked, revealing its inner molten core as the crust disintegrated, sending entire continents spinning into space. Ragna stood at the port viewing bay for some hours, relishing the sight, the ships crews still sat limp in their chairs, their lolled heads exposing dried blood around slit throats.

Ragna has been a denizen of jump city for some time now, acting under the radar and waiting for his chance to strike. As the strongest warriors of the planet began coming together, as though drawn by some invisible force, Ragna has chosen to finally reveal himself.

_P E R S O N A L I T Y . . ._________________________________________________________________

Ragna is a man born for fighting. Rarely is he seen relaxing or taking time off. If he's not drawing the blood of his enemies he spends his time training, or in meditation. He's been called a villain, though he can't for the life of him understand why. Ragna is simply wiping the slate clean, culling the wheat from the chaff and ensuring the strongest survive. He is a man of honor, never attacking from the shadows, directly challenging his opponents instead. He's also never been known to go for an individual he completely outclasses, save for when he followed orders as a child. The thrill of the hunt is his ecstasy, the feeling of having his skin parted by a worthy adversary, or avoiding a killing blow by the skin of his teeth, nothing matches those feelings for him. If battle was a drug then he'd be a hardcore addict, without a weapon in hand he feels naked, without the blood flowing like wine he can't be truly happy.

Things I like:

✔ Fighting
✔ Proving Himself
✔ War
✔ Bloodshed
✔ Battle

Things I don't like:

✖ Most Magiks
✖ Dishonorable Fighting
✖ Cowards
✖ Weaklings
✖ Bad Alcohol

Strengths:

✔ Insane Strength
✔ Complete lack of fear
✔ Incredible skills of 'mind over matter'
✔ Years of fighting experience
✔ Genetically enhanced senses

Weaknesses:

✖ Speed
✖ Complete lack of fear
✖ Honour
✖ Battle lust
✖ He despises magik

Appearance:

Powers / Abilities:

● Blood Magiks : Ragna's incredible affinity for blood has coupled itself with his psychic abilities, allowing him to warp and meld any exposed blood, mixing with it his own black blood. This can be used both defensively and offensively..
● Null Zone : An invisible sphere of nullifying energy is projected outwards from Ragna. Within this area psyker and magik skills are impossible to use.
● Engine of Destruction : Ragna recites the mantra of his god, this allows it to infuse him with a fraction of its powers. As well as that, Ragna's suit pumps him full of chemicals and rage inducing stimulants. His muscles expand as bones rearrange themselves. In this state Ragna stands at nine feet tall, sacrificing speed for monstrous strength.
● Avatar of War : Ragna inscribes a mark on his head with blood, the purpose of which is to temporarily void his body of its soul. The mark lasts approximately five minutes. For five whole minutes Ragna's body is no longer his own, it is a vessel for his dark god. Ragna's strength reaches city buster levels, his control over blood becomes something of dark legend. Few have stood before Ragna and lived, none have stood before his god.

Extra Information:

● Remember how Ragna escaped his planet? Of course you don't, but if I were you I'd keep an eye to the skies if he really wants you dead.

Weapons / Tools / Equipment:

● The artefact blade 'Herald of Chaos'
● The artefact shield 'Defence of Ingraad'
● Chaotic power suit 'Armour of Contempt' - The suit is actually filled with hundreds of machine parts, muscle-fibre bundles and auto-injecting chemplants. Designed originally by corrupt Warsmith Honsou the Defiler, it is not not to be judged by his appearance. The technology within the armour would even give Cyborg a run for his money.

► Code Box: Pillar - Frontline