This thread will contain all profiles that are accepted for heroes PRT, Wards and Protectorate. These capes are not necessarily good people but they do work on the side of all citizens and are government sponsored. Typically seen as good in alignment.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x None » CODENAMEx/ x Jacket » AGEx/ x 17 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Bi-Curious » BIRTHDAYx/ x June 17th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Greenville North Carolina » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New Brockton, Earth Gimal
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5 ft 2 » WEIGHTx/ x 317 pounds » EYE COLORx/ x Hazel » HAIR COLORx/ x Brown » BUILDx/ x Out of costume she looks like your average filled out school girl. » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Grey lines under her skin over the majority of her body running uninterrupted from head to toe, markings from her power. 3 scars on her body. One on her right hip, one on her left shoulder and one on her right thigh; all large puncture wounds.
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» DISPOSITIONx/True Neutral (the personality test told me so >.> )x
All bodily tissue has a high mixture of platinum woven throughout the cells resulting in a body that is flexible but highly durable in terms of withstanding cuts, stabs, and other puncture wounds. Resistance to blunt force is above average. GSWs reduced compared to a civilian, effectively exist as a bullet proof vest
Shielding:
The metal threading within the body can be forced to the outside to form shaped shielding that is highly durable. (May not be larger than 5 feet by 5 feet)
Teleportation:
Able to blink within a radius of 10 feet.
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Jacket is a caring individual that triggered only about a year or two back. She is pretty hard to bait into anger and has a real attraction to a good looking female form. Legs in particular. She has absolutely no shame when it comes to girls and it has lead her to believe that she might just not like guys as much as girls. Whereas this doesnt bother her it is something she is curious about. She does pretty much what she wants, when she wants to. Probably why she has had a hard time in the pr department.
She hates cold weather and even dresses warmly in warmer weather. She sweats in her clothes still, it is after all fairly warm. She is a bit sensitive about her weight, not that she is out of shape. Her odd biology has made her a rather heavy girl for her size. She doesnt like this but has grown to accept that her frame is just heavier.
» LIKES
↳ , cars, her powers, quiet places with friends, being able to think, feminine guys.
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» POSITIONx / x Ward
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x Wards HQ, New Brockton
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█ »x inventory █ »x items █ »x go █ »x here
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» BACKGROUND
Jacket had a fairly hard life but most people did nowadays. She worked as a savager to help bring in money for the family, scouring old ruins of cities to find things of value that weren't completely destroyed. She made friends doing this, and of course was chased after in the emotional sense by man boys. Once it was actually the literal sense. She doesn't have any formal martial arts training however her reflexes were pretty good and she learned to defend herself while scrapping, street-fighting if anything. She however is a member of an old reenactment group called the sca. Not a very high ranking member but she did acquire her squire position over the course of 4 years. She triggered in the winter, probably why she had a horrible feeling in cold weather, through her bones and her very fiber of being just being pierced by the harsher weather. After her trigger event she was found still injured by a group of wards that had been assembled as a search team. They got her to a hospital very promptly and after a discussion with the head of their team and the prt she was inducted into the wards. It has since been 2 years and she has become a fixture.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Jaket's trigger event happened in the ruins of one of the old cities. She was scouring the ruins looking for loot that was left, as most teenagers did those days for trade. After being very aggressively hit on by two boys she went off by herself. During her search of one building, the second floor collapsed on her, trapping her under rubble and impaling her with rebar. She was pinned to the ground in three places from the penetration and the only thing keeping her from bleeding out was the rebar itself plugging the wound. She triggered immediately but it would be another full day before she figured out how to blink herself to safety while under that particular agony.
❶Titanium flesh: All bodily tissue has a high mixture of platinum woven throughout the cells resulting in a body that is flexible but highly durable in terms of withstanding cuts, stabs, and other puncture wounds. Resistance to blunt force is above average. GSWs reduced compared to a civilian, effectively exist as a bullet proof vest ❷Shielding: The metal threading within the body can be forced to the outside to form shaped shielding that is highly durable. (May not be larger than 5 feet by 5 feet) ❸Teleportation: Able to blink within a radius of 10 feet.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Eli » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Esper » AGEx/ x 15 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Unknown Sexual, Homoromantic » BIRTHDAYx/ x August 18th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x United States, Hope » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'4" » WEIGHTx/ x 97 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Green » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Thin » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Usually wears a pair of slip on sneakers or running shoes, dark in color, a pair of jeans, and a baggy tee shirt with a print on it of game characters or other geeky symbols, to blend in. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x A black military-like uniform with green accents, and a mask that covers the upper half of his face, resembling a pair of owl eyes. Wears white gloves and combat boots.
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A shutting down of senses and intense mental turmoil led your powers to map onto emotions and understanding others through this extra sense. By reaching out with this power you are able to sense the emotions of those in the area and by viewing them directly you can gather their general intentions. Not to be confused with thought reading, the combined information can inform you of broad details like a desire to inflict pain, run away, or hide. It will not grant you a window into the how. In addition by spending time around the same people over long periods of time you can learn to recognize them via your emotion sense. Your power can extend out to a range of two city blocks. Be careful though because as the number of sources grows they can become overwhelming and lead your mind to retreat inward becoming lost in the sea of feelings.
Emotion Blast
Drawing on the emotive energy of those nearby you are able to harness it and form it into a concussive beam attack. The strength of this attack is highly dependent on your ability to utilize the emotions of others. While intensity tends to beat quantity, enough sources of little emotion can be just as valuable. Be warned though, your own emotions can not be drawn upon as a source so flying solo may not be an option if you intend to get into a fight. Your blasts can travel up to 150 ft and are about the same shape as a baseball. At your strongest these blasts can knock someone clean off their feat but at the lower end they're more like ineffective punches.
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Eli was diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) when he was 6 years old. As such, a number of quirks to who he is can be attributed to this. He acts standoffish most of the time, and doesn't catch onto normal social cues like sarcasm, taking most things literally when said to him. He is capable of emulating emotion visible when he remembers too, but often times keeps it internalized to avoid outbursts that would draw attention to himself. Eli really does prefer to go unnoticed. This comes from factors of his avoidance personality traits that seeks to avoid contact with others and thereby conflict. He survived though, wary of others at all times, keeping his guard up at nearly all times, just by being quiet and alone.
There are those that can approach him and break through the shell. Since most of the time he ignores others, anticipating mockery or other forms of bullying, those that don't get his cold exterior instead find a passionate young man capable of extreme intelligence and rational thought. Eli also knows how to be gentle and show his emotions when he is close to others, and lets them in. Its like trying to get a bottle of champagne open. Difficult at first, and then unstoppable torrent.
↳ Heavy foods, strong aromas, tobacco, alcohol, himself
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ mint smells, his father
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» CURRENCYx / x $0.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Wards » POSITIONx / x Student/Ward
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x Ward HQ - Personal Dorm
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- - - - - -
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» BACKGROUND
Elidor Lyons is a biracial child, conceived by his mother during a seriously bad drug trip and a Egyptian businessman. Early life wasn't the problem, but when his technical legal father learned of his origin, things turned bad quickly for poor little Eli. His father used his little body in horrible and invasive ways, leaving deep psychological trauma and physical scars. His biological mother and legal father at the time eventually lost custody around the time Eli was 4 years old, and he was thrust into the foster system. He was eventually adopted by a young hopeful couple: Timothy and Miranda Lyons. Timothy would pass away due to complications with a undiagnosed heart condition, and shortly thereafter, Eli was diagnosed with ASD. The result was a hard childhood for a single mother, but the worst thing was, Eli's father tracked them down, repeatedly. Initially, he was able to find and abuse Eli, until the police started shuffling them around, but they never opted for witness protection. It wouldn't work, as Eli had a hard enough time. During this period, the young boy grew up constantly afraid of who could lead his father to him, constantly afraid of everything. The only solace he had was science. Logic. Reason.
His education in public schools was sketchy at best, so a lot of his studies were done on his own and with various tutors throughout his childhood with Miranda, who was also a certified teacher. The two bonded over physics and chemistry, and often times, in the most peaceful of times, they would do little experiments. Most of his sensory toys where made by the two of them, so they have strong emotional connections. His earliest education was an early preschool, where he initially met his childhood friend, Derek Thompson. Then he went from school to school throughout the Midwest after his adoption. Now, he was a transfer student to New Brockton Mercy High School, in his freshman year. Eli and his mother just prayed his father wouldn't find him.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Tess | Grey » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Aegis » AGEx/ x 22 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x August 14th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Canada, Toronto » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New York
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» HEIGHTx/ x 167cm or 5'6 » WEIGHTx/ x 57kg or 126 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Blue grey » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Thin / Lithe » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x None, blends in like a normal person.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Tess can normally always be found wearting basic casual clothes, most of the time looking like she just slung whatever was around on. Her total wardrobe mostly consists of jeans, jackets and dark tee shirts. Her shoes tend to vary between all sorts, depending on the mood, but mostly she wears sneakers. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Doesn't use a costume, she just wears whatever she has to the battle. Mainly because she finds it bothersome and she's far to lazy to change clothes that often.
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You have the ability to create force field bubbles and manipulate both their shape and their size. The fields themselves are very resilient against outside force and still fairly strong against attacks from the inside. These force fields can be created up to 40 ft away from your body and may have up to a 40ft diameter.
Danger Sense
You possess a thinker power which informs you of whether or not someone intends to harm, attack, or otherwise interfere with your autonomy so long as you are aware of their presence.
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In the early year's of her life, Tessa was a happy kid who would beat up on the boys if they got too up close and personal. She was strong willed and motivated to do whatever she put her mind to. However after the events of her trigger she changed immensely. Becoming a much more quiet and introverted person after the event. She also lost most of her motivation to do things, making her come off as lazy and uncaring to most people. Those who find themselves within her inner circle will find that she is also the master of the "cold shoulder", coming off as cold and distant to nearly anyone who has her cornered into a conversion. Some of her old traits however did stay with her. When push comes to shove people can rely on her strong sense of justice and protective nature to help them through a situation.
People who work their way past her cold exterior will find that she is much warmer than let on. She cares deeply for those around her despite the constant complaining about having to do things with them. However their are many things that one shouldn't do towards her, simply because she is a one strike and your out type of person. Physical contact is a negative with Tess. The previous memories of her trigger making her very unlikely to ever want any type of physical relationship with anyone. Also when dealing with Tess, it's extremely easy to accidentally hit one of her "land mines" due to her Danger Sense. Simply thinking about her in a perverted way is enough to fire off a bad signal to her, because to her is just as dangerous as someone shooting at her.
» LIKES
↳ Quiet time, books, sleep, animals, pop tarts
» PASSIONS
↳ Animals are the only thing she truly cares about.
» DISLIKES
↳ Physical contact, fire, loud people or noises, being woken up, nearly everything that requires effort.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Physical contact, gang members, animal violence
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Wardens » POSITIONx / x Warden
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x Warden Housing
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Completed the entire Warden exam without being hit. - - - - -
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» BACKGROUND
Tessa was born into your average Toronto family. Her father was a mechanic and her mother worked as a cleaning lady for the city. She was bullied to a mild degree due to being a somewhat ugly child, before hitting her growth spurt and maturing beautifully. After this she attempted a year of college before finding "the one" as every young adult swears they do. Within only six months of dating, the two of them would move out of country in attempt to start their own lives. However once they lived in the same home, the relationship changed completely. They constantly fought and argued about problems - mostly money problems - eventually things started to look up however. Tessa landed a decent job in a small pub that helped pay the bills quite well. She was popular with the customers and made decent tips, but as most things - it came to an end. When Tessa awoke from the events of her trigger month's later in a hospital, before being transferred off to a mental hospital. After a year of effort to be released from there, Tessa would leave the country - as she had to many bad memories - and head to the states. Somewhere along the line she discovered her abilities and figured that the best source of income for her would be the Wardens. Despite her now lazy personality, she excelled through the exams to enter and quickly became recognized as one of the strongest defensive capes in the city.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Dog dad, Fido, Puppers » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Warhound » AGEx/ x 31 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x 29/6 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Unknown » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x US, New york
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» HEIGHTx/ x 6'3" » WEIGHTx/ x 160lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Blond » BUILDx/ x Muscular » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Steve is quite a tall and powerfully built man. He has long blond hair and a rather impressive looking beard. He also has a number of scars from his years in the wild, but most of these cannot be seen while dressed.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x While in his civilian guise he dresses in unassuming casual clothes. Usually a T-shirt, blue jeans with belt and some comfortable shoes. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x While in his costumed persona, Warhound wears a rather simple outfit. Consisting of a dark black body suit that covers all the way up to his neck. Including durable boots and gloves. He forgoes anything particularly fancy like capes in favor of something simple yet functional, like he is. He also wears a dark grey mask with deep red styling on it. The mask covers his entire face and has a wolf motif to its shape and general appearance. The outfit is also resistant to the fluid he is suspended in whilst transformed to make cleaning it easier.
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You have the ability to shift your body into producing extra flesh which adopts wolf like traits akin to the legends of the werewolf. Whenever you convert yourself into this state your muscles enlarge, your frame contorts, and you grow wolf like appendages such as claws, ears, and a tail. In addition to this you grow a scant amount of bone armor and have protruding bones at various points along your body. Changing into this form will heal surface level damage such as cuts, scrapes, and sprains. It takes to time to both ramp up your powers and power down. As the change ends it will appear as if you are shedding excess flesh until your human body pulls free of the transformed one. This is because the wolf body is not your real body, and your real body is contained within an amniotic sac inside it.
Enhanced Strength
Within your wolf man state your strength is greatly enhanced. Able to lift 500 lbs and pushing around up to 1000 lbs your strength is fairly formidable.
Wolf Senses
Within your wolf man state your sense of hearing and smell is enhanced to that of a wolf's level.
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Steve is very much a product of his circumstances. From his unconventional upbringing as a feral child, to the attempts to rehabilitate him once he was discovered by the Government. The latter has been somewhat successful, but he still has issues interacting with people in social situations and has a dislike of anyone who plays a lot of social mind games. In fact, due to both his past and his passengers influence, his view on social interaction and people in general could be likened to that of a canine. He is protective of his territory, will fight viciously to defend his "pack" and dislikes it when people smile at him because all he sees is someone baring their teeth at him. He may come across as frightening and unfriendly at first due to his issues expressing himself, but once you've broken through that outer shell, you'll find a very caring and intensely passionate man. Even if he will never admit to that openly.
Another important aspect is his affinity for and practicing of the Norse beliefs. Specifically, he feels himself drawn towards the worship of Odin. These beliefs trickle into most aspects of his life, and he personally believes his particular power set is a result of Óðr. Which is more or less a form of "divine inspiration", although that doesn't really do it justice. Óðr is a force that infuses people to their core and was believed to be responsible for things such as visions, trances, poetry and berserker rages. Allowing oneself to be under the immediate influence of the Gods/a God. In short: To Steve, his transformation is a gift from Odin himself.
Finally, it is worth noting that with Steve, "simple" is not the same thing as stupid. Not by a long shot. Although it is easy to make that assumption if you don't know him, he is actually a surprisingly complex man and good with strategy. Although he isn't particularly book smart, he can absolutely take care of himself and could easily survive out in the wild without any kind of modern conveniences. Hunting, trapping and exploring are all first nature to him. He is incredibly strong willed and resistant (although not immune) to fear. Somewhat uniquely due to his particular beliefs, he also has no fear of death. Because he believes that facing death and dying well will see him rewarded in the afterlife. This is not the same thing as a death wish however. He will avoid dying if it's at all possible because he quite enjoys living. He just isn't afraid of death.
» LIKES
↳ Food, women, a good fight, fresh air, baths (surprisingly)
» PASSIONS
↳ His pack, scritches,
» DISLIKES
↳ Cats, social mind games
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Poachers, squirrels
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Wardens » POSITIONx / x Position here
Full time
» RESIDENCEx / x Wardens HQ
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here - Has been in the Wards/Wardens for a combined total of 17 years. - - - -
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» BACKGROUND
Steve comes from a mysterious and fragmented background. Born in a now unknown village on the outskirts of civilization, he was thrust into the wild when his home was destroyed, spent a number of years as a feral child living in the wilderness with a pack of wolves, and eventually triggered when that family too was taken from him by poachers. After this, he was picked up by Warden/Dragons Teeth who had been alerted to decided the killing of the Poachers couldn't be legally held against him because of his feral state and the circumstances surrounding it. He was taken into custody at the age of 13 and started an intensive regimen of rehabilitation. A year later he was taken on in a probationary capacity with the Wards, although this was still a very limited capacity as he was still in the early stages of rehabilitation.
He has spent the next 17 years serving in an increasingly involved capacity, helped through this by his mother/mentor figure Janet Farley/Fairy. He is now a fully fledged member of the Wardens and has been for some time.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Steve was born and spent the first few years of his life in an outlying village somewhere mostly away from civilization. He doesn't remember the details beyond a vague recollection because he was much too young when it happened, but the village was either attacked and razed to the ground, or destroyed by some manner of natural disaster. He ended up wandering the wilderness at a young age. While most children would have died in a situation like this, the young Steve was taken in by a pack of wolves and he ended up being raised as effectively a feral child.
His trigger event proper happened several years later when he was 13. One fateful day his new family was attacked and killed by heartless hunters/poachers. Upon discovering this, the young Steve flew into a rage and attacked the poachers to avenge them. A bloody and vicious struggled ensued, much violence and blood was spilled on both sides. He put up a good fight but was outnumbered, and during the struggle he triggered. The resulting surge of his power allowed him to kill and messily devour the hunters. He was later picked up and taken in by members of the Dragons Teeth who were investigating reports of a wild Parahuman.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Kyung Park xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx T H I N K E R
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» NICKNAMEx/ x No Jam! » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Command » AGEx/ x 17 » GENDERx/ x Fe Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Lesbeens? » BIRTHDAYx/ x 12/12 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x US, Chicago » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'3 » WEIGHTx/ x 95lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Black » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Sm0l » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Dragon tattoo from her upper chest down to her hip, snaked from top to bottom.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Every bit of her wardrobe seems to have come from somewhere expensive and have the look to them. She stays on top of trends, much at the detriment to her rich mother's wallet, and she definitely has an eye for accessorizing. That said, she also quite enjoys being comfortable. It creates an interesting contrast when she wears a pair of 90 dollar sweat pants and a 200 dollar silk tank top. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Her costume is a gray body suit, skintight, with the letter C in yellow on the center. She has a circle, black, around that symbol, but other than black boots and gloves her costume is fairly simple.
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Lawful/Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Thinker 10 » POWERS
Living Persona radar
Your power is able to discern lies from truth or at least believed truth, and can warn you if someone plans to break a deal or social contract they've made with you. In addition to this you are able to know certain things about a person if you can see them (their likes, loves, dislikes, and animosities as put on their profile, as well as basic inclinations about their personality). Can also see a person's sexuality (approved addition by Naomi.)
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
The girl is just plain weird. Since her trigger event, she has lost that "annoying rich girl" flair... for the most part anyway. She took up interests in things that, prior, held little to no weight for her and as such her mind opened to a state more conducive to friendship and independence alike.
She is talkative to a fault, able to prattle on and on and on about a subject, what she does and doesnt know, what interests her about it and why. This also feeds into a false inability to focus, or the lie that she actually can't keep a secret. The girl is very good at controlling herself, since the time of her trigger event she was very out of control of the situation in her mind. She measures every word, even when she's word vomitting. She just likes attention, to be frank about it. And she is very good about getting it.
She's very big into meeting new people and forging friendships, even in places you wouldn't expect a rich white girl to do so. Even in situations youd think a ward wouldn't ever venture out to. On that, however, she is extremely wary of men overall. It's sub conscious, but she tends to shy away from them, or take longer to open up to them even if only marginally. Her shard gave her her powers largely due to the betrayal and attack at the hands of a man, and her brain mapped itself to that as well, making her wary of men on the whole. Thankfully, she is not sexist against men on a large scale. Simply put, she's afraid of them. She's always down for intimacy, but she's slow to be intimate with men.
On the note of intimacy... she's a free spirit and extremely open minded.
↳ learning, making friends, helping people, hip hop, alt rock, video games, writing music, traveling, drawing
» DISLIKES
↳ The dark, sour and bitter flavors, dogs, boring movies, bad book to movie adaptions, people excusing their abusers, has an unfortunate distrust for men that comes off as a dislike at times, screamo, crime dramas, cliches of most kinds in story telling,
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ cocky people, gangbangers, drugs, drug dealers, people who abuse others, people who take advantage of others, liars
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Wards » POSITIONx / x Interrogator, Information Broker. Also a Student.
Full Time/Partime
» RESIDENCEx / x Ward Housing Unit
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Accomplished interrogator - Top level practical joker
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Cell Phone █ »x Various expensive accessories █ »x Nintendo 2DS █ »x Necklase with a rose quartz surrounded by metal wiring.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Her trigger event really proved to turn around the life of Kyung Jai-min "No Jam" Park. Prior, she was a little snooty, uppity, self centered rich girl with no regard for her actions and the thoughtline that the whole world did and should revolve around her cause she was her mother's little princess. She was smart, probably too much for her own good, and learned how to get into trouble without getting into trouble, fi that makes sense, and pretty much attached herself to a life she really didn't want to be a part of. She learned in a harsh way exactly how badly she didn't want it. After her trigger event, resulting in a mild concussion, a black eye, a small fracture in her cheek bone, and super powers, she tempered herself and came clean to a supportive but also remorseful mother. Their bond grew, and she agreed to finish her advanced classes in school that year, and enlist in the wards that summer. Her stint with the words has been short, but eventful. Everyone now knows who she is, and her eccentricity is rubbing off on everyone, as is her attitude towards... well everything. Call it what it is, though, and she abuses her ability to see personality traits in people to get on their goodsides, just like she views into their lies. In her spare time from all of this, she likes to write, specifically music.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Kyung woke up fifteen minutes early that Saturday that she described as the worst day of her life. That day she had been so giddy with excitement that before she was even awake her body had already jumpstarted. 8:45. That was the time when her eyes stalked open and she popped out of her bed like a spring pops free of a broken mattress. She was in the bathroom within minutes, dealing with the duties of the morning. She was mid shower when the alarm went off, and the beeping served to annoy the living hell out of her to the point where she walked out of the bathroom, naked, to turn it off, then back into the shower. Her mother was gone, as was normal, for work and that left the girl alone in the house for the large portion of the day. Didn't bother her that she was alone on her birthday, not to start it anyway. She was practically giddy to get on with what was supposed to be the best day of her life. Sixteen was an important year, after all. She made her way down the stairs of her more than modest abode, finding her favorite breakfast was waiting. Three breakfast burritos, homemade by their maid who had heard her come to life in such an animated way earlier on. She'd be somewhere else by now, on to doing her job of... maiding? Whatever. Kyung set to the task of devouring the meal set out in front of her.
While the day had begun well, things were going to turn very quickly. Kyung couldn't have known how long she had before the slippery slope upended itself. She was dressed within the next ten minutes, waiting outside of her home in the nicer parts of New Brockton, sitting on a white bench, offset by the perfectly cut green grass of her front lawn. She chewed a piece of gum, blowing bubbles to pass the time, twirling a finger in her middle length dark hair. Her grey eyes were protected from the harsh sun by dark sunglasses, gaudy and large, such was her style. Lavish. Her clothing was simple, black and white stripped romper, accessorized by a pink handbag and pink heels. Lithe legs waived in the wind, demeanor almost apathetic until a red car, some nice sedan she no longer remembered. In hindsight... that wasn't something that mattered. What did was the vision of the man that hopped out of his car, practically running across the lawn to where Kyung was now standing with her arms outstretched, her head dramatically hanging back. The larger, muscular man lifted her with ease, spinning her around and planting a kiss on her lips. "Happy birthday, No Jam," he said, teasing her with the Korean jab for a person who isn't fun while also bringing up her middle name, almost exactly the word for fun in Korean. She could only smile at that. "Thank you, Mark," she replied placing a kiss on his lips. Seeing the world through hindsight again, she wished she hadn't ignored how he seemed not to really be into the idea of kissing her. She shook off his apparent disinterest as mroe teasing, mostly because he held a smile on the chiseled features of his face, and all but carried her back to his car. The time was now noon, and the pair were bound for downtown where they could sit, have lunch, and just enjoy city life. "Where to, my lady?" he asked her as they turned into the busy city. She tapped her chin for a moment before deciding.
"I want a burger," she told him. He nodded, knowing just the place. It was minutes before they pulled into the parking lot of a diner where the pair had frequently been to eat when she snuck out before. The wonderful thing about having an older boyfriend was that he could drive her places. He had been 18 for a few months, and that meant he could get her stuff she hadn't had access to before. Not that it had stopped him when he was seventeen... she had a regular supply of cigarettes whenever she wanted them, access to alcohol, some less hardcore drugs, and had even once held a gun. Mark was from the less well to do areas, but they had met in school and hit it off, mostly cause the rich entitled Asian wanted desperately to have a taste of t.v. life and her parents were far too sheltering. That would prove to be her undoing, she knew, but it didnt matter in the now. He opened her door for her, and she thanked him. Once inside, the owner knew what to bring, and the two sat in a booth not far from the door. She hadn't been paying too much mind to his demeanor, lately he'd just seemed a bit more rough in general. The conversation was, as you could expect from teenagers, mindless and drab. Still for her, this was all she wanted on her bday. Hanging out with her boyfriend on her birthday. She reached across to hold his hand, and he took hers, smiling a little before looking at his phone. The food arrived, and he seemed all too eager to let her hand go when he had something else to hold.
"So what else do you have planned for me?" she asked, giddy, as she drank from the shake he had bought for her in addition to the burger she'd already mostly demolished in about 8 minutes flat. He smirked and reached into his pocket, sliding something across the table slowly. A pink pill, with an XO on it in a small ziplock bag. He smiled as her eyes went wide. This was a rare find indeed. "where did you get this?" she asked putting a hand over it. He smiled and waggled a finger at her. "No no no, don't ask dont tell, remember?" She narrowed her eyes. Gang business. Stuff he didn't talk to her about. Still, she slid it into her pocket and he seemed to be distracted again, this time by his phone ringing. She made a shooing motion with her hand, sending him off to answer it while she played with her own, sending messages to some of her other, older friends. She was alerting them she'd be around later, much to her chagrin they all called her No Jam as they promised to see her later. One girl didn't respond, and "No Jam" indeed found that odd. Whatever. Most of them knew her through Mark, so she figured a few of them just thought she was the annoying girlfriend. Only one time had someone ventured as far as to call her an Asian Baby Girl, and Mark had hit him hard enough that he didn't say much for a few weeks with his jaw wired shut.
She saw Mark talking with his smile plastered on his lips through the window, and when he saw her looking, he seemed to finish up and motion for her to come on out. She said her thanks to the chef and server, and left a nice tip for them. "Whats up, butter cup?" she asked him, bouncing to his side. He shook his head. "Gotta run a few errands, mind tagging along?" She shook her head. Her party at the club wasn't until later on that night anyway, so she didn't care. Her phone beeped. That girl that had noticeably not responded to her text finally replied. Good!
He looked at her expectantly, which made her c**k her head to the side. "What?"
"Did you take it?" he asked. She shook her head. "Dont you think 1:00pm is a little early for a trip?" He shook his head.
"This stuff is strong, actually. I think you'll be surprised," he said as she reached into her pocket. He took the pill from her, looking around to ensure they weren't being watched as she stuck out her tongue in a somewhat dramatic and drawn out motion. He placed the pill dead center, and she swallowed it with a bit of water from a bottle he'd produced.
It didn't take long before the world's saturation and contrast settings were turned way up and the wind hitting her face felt both incredible and enigmatic at the same time. "Mark what was that," she asked a little slower than she had intended. He simply smiled and let her ride it out.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she finally came down. It had gotten dark, and she was in the parking lot of the club. Time for things to get hazy. She wasn't fully down, but she was capable of walking even though the lights were blindingly bright and the music, even from outside, was intense. Mark was nowhere to be seen, but he had at least left her a bottle of water. She took a sip, only to find she was not drinking water. It was alcohol... of course it was alcohol. Not that she minded, but even still why had he filled a water bottle with alcohol? the bouncers here never bothered him about bringing in whole bottles before... and she knew they would be able to identify her as his girlfriend. She slowly made her way to the club, still experiencing the world in higher than comfortable definition. The bouncer could see something was up, but it wasn't the first time shed been ******** up before she even got there. They let her through, much to the chagrin of the people waiting outside. Navigating the club was proving especially difficult, especially because of how difficult it was for her brain to be processing everything. Another swig of liquor... damn it was already empty. She meandered across the dance floor, taking five minutes to cross it when it should've only taken five seconds. She pushed through the crowed, eventually reaching the clsoed off vip section where the local small timers gathered in their one safe area. Sure enough everyone was surprised to see her up.
"No Jam... Mark said you'd be out..." one of them trailed off, garnering a look of suspicion from the girl, who slurred together her words.
"Whereiz Mark! He... lefmein the car!" Nobody moved, but she noted one of the men had glanced towards the door to the backroom. She started for it, but as usual, one of the gangbangers blocked her path. "Absolutely not," he told her. She looked at him with determination in her eyes and tried to fight past him. Somehow, between the alcohol and that pill she took, the girl managed to fight past... or fall past... and into the room she stumbled. What she saw shocked her. A voice yelped, limbs tangled, pants scrambled across the floor, or around ankles. "Mark you said she'd be out!" he turned, red in the face, scrambling to make himself decent. Tears welled up, and Kyung felt herself become consumed with rage, sadness, maybe a little chagrin, maybe a little jealousy too. She stormed out... well as much as she could anyway. Mark and the others were hollering something, but she didn't hear them. She moved across the dancefloor much faster this time, probably just drunk now, her high finally wearing itself down as she tore out of the building and into the parking lot.
She was a few blocks away when the red car she'd arrived in cut her off from crossing a street, and she glared at him. She turned as he jumped out and tried to walk away, but he was faster. He pinned her against the wall. "Chill the ******** out, Kyung! Wait a second," he said looking around frantically. She fought against him, groaning and yelling in rage. "Looke you need to calm down, youre drunk and high. I don't know what you thought you saw, but it wasn't whatever it looked like."
"You were ******** Camille!" she yelled. Again, he shushed her in an impatient tone but she kept going. "You doped me up on my birthday so you could ******** her? How long have you been cheating on me mark?" He was starting to get angry.
"I said chill out!" he said again. "I wasn't-"
"LIAR!" she yelled punching him square in the nose. He grunted, though she hadn't done much, and in retalliation he threw her on the floor. She landed with a thud.
"You stupid little slut," he growled. He fell over her, pinning her arms and looking at her face with rage. "I do what the ******** I want, first of all, and second of all you better remember the only reason you even have a life around here is because of me. SO what I get some here and there, its not like you put out for me," he said. So she was a slut and prude? He wasn't even making sense. Neither was she, because all she thought to do was spit up into his face. He laughed to himself as he wiped it ******** you, Marcus!" she squealed. He reared back his fist and drove it into her head so hard she saw stars. The next hit made her hearing go dull, and the next one after that made her face feel like her cheek was completely numb before the sharp pain started up. Just two hits and she looked like she'd been a lot more. Mark was a strong guy. He stood up, brushing himself off as his friends caught up. Her sobs were filled with both misery and anger. He got in the car, yelling at them to just leave her behind.
"She can find her own ******** way home. I was getting tired of bringing her around anyway." The rest of his little crew seemed to know better than to go against what he said, and so what of them could got in the car and on their way back to the bar. What they didn't realize was the sudden stress and anguish on someone who had never known anything like it before had caused her to have a trigger event. She, too, was completely none the wiser until someone found and called a hospital for the girl, and she was rushed to the hospital.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Radha » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Mr. Sandman » AGEx/ x Twenty-three » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x Twenty-first of September » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x India, Jaisalmer » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New Brockton
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 6'2" » WEIGHTx/ x 176 lbs. » EYE COLORx/ x Golden » HAIR COLORx/ x Slight golden, almost white » BUILDx/ x words Fit/Athletic » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x His long golden white hair and eyes as golden as the desert he came from. Tattoos all over his arms.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x [X] Most of the time he is seen using plain shirts and dark jeans or just sweatpants, whatever makes him feel comfortable for the occasion. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x [X] Silver guards accompanied by a half cape which is red on the inside and black on the outside, with red ribbons that keep it in place. Black and white chest piece with golden details. A black waist guard, red linen made into a fine braid used as a belt. A black and white trousers (similar to a hakama) with red details.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
You are able to throw roughly baseball sized balls of energy that after striking something rapidly expand after a 3 second duration into a concussive blast with a diameter of 15 ft. The blast is strong enough to cause bruising, fractured bones, and otherwise harm those who are unprotected with blunt force trauma.
Sand Shield
When shifting into your breaker state you are able to convert inorganic matter you touch into sand which is then incorporated into a fully body shield that protects you from minor harm (punches, kicks, small falls etc...) and will help with the impact of things like strikes with blunt weapons or greater impacts. You can breath through the sand but is has no special filtering properties when it comes to gasses.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xKind ⇣ x2.xCalm ⇣ x3.xCharismatic ⇣ x4.xWarm ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Solomon will most likely be one of the kindest person you'll ever meet. Always smiling despite what might be going on the inside, always looking to make those around him happy. A charismatic person towards anyone, always looking to be as fair as he can be, always looking to share what he has and willing to talk and help those in need. Even after his trigger, these characteristics became even more apparent, witnessing the death of his brothers in arm only made him see the world as a more colorful place and he knows that those he keep around should never go through the sadness he had to endure. Solomon will always try to fix the broken people since he knew how they felt.
» LIKES
↳ Helping, the sun, sand, beach, sea.
» PASSIONS
↳ Animals, the sea breeze, smiles.
» DISLIKES
↳ Rudeness, loud people, cold, people crying.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Sadness, destruction, innocent people being hurt.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Wardens » POSITIONx / x Member
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x ...
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- A known model. - Several adverts. - - - -
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Smartphone █ »x Wallet █ »x Headphones █ »x
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Solomon lived quite a normal life for one who was born in 'The Golden city' of India, grew up playing with the other kids outside, making friends and always smiling. Time went on with a happy life. Solomon always wished to make everything fair and just, quickly enrolling in in a peace keeping group where they would go around helping those in need, from serving food to stopping thieves. As the threat of capes grew so did the number of crimes committed by those with powers, the group was small task force that only worked in this particular city but they knew they had to do something to keep the peace up. Most of the crimes committed by people with powers was quickly fixed with simple conversation since they were misguided people most of the time but there was one cape who had killed all those that had come into combat with. Solomon's group was hastily dispatched to deal with that cape, walking into what had seemed to be a trap. That was known to be Solomon's "trigger event". After what occurred in the desert that night Solomon knew he had to escape the city, some saw him as a hero for being a lone survivor and others saw him as a monster now. The few that saw him as a hero were nice enough to hand him things from the cities treasure as payment, garments that would come to be his costume in the future. Solomon quickly embarked on a journey to the land of the free, America.
On arrival Solomon had to use all his savings finding places to stay, quickly running out of money. One fateful day he was able to land a modelling job due to his exotic looks, quickly growing in that area because of his charisma. Now with a job he set his eyes on joining the Wardens to make sure he could help even more people and make sure no one would have to go through the same thing he had to go through.
» TRIGGER EVENT
The Thar Desert, India. The sounds of a truck could be heard in the distance, music playing in the radio, five males inside the Jeep, sitting quietly and observing the quiet sandy waves. The sun had gone down for a couple of hours now, a full moon giving the place blueish hue to everything, peaceful and beautiful, the vastness of the desert could humble most if not all that looked upon it, green dots here and showing that there was life in such a place, giving hope in the most arid of places. The buzz of the radio would interrupt the silent bubble that enveloped the squad. "We have info of a cape north of you, do you copy?" The driver would quickly pick up the responder to give a fast and decisive answer. "We copy." Putting down the radio he would look towards his men with a nod. They had been searching for this particular cape for a while now, he had gone into hiding in the desert of all places. The group knew very little of the violent cape at this point since none who confronted him had come back alive only large splatters were left as trails to him. The leader would quickly turn the wheel to the right and start making his way towards the destination. Giving a small nod towards all the ones that were going to follow him into the unknown. The group was still silent, there was nothing to talk about, they knew each other like the backs of their hand, brothers in peace and war, it was one of the perks of being in a small squad, knowing each other and how they worked, the comradery had come with time and many battles fought side by side, all brothers from a different mother at this point.
The sounds of the engine being the only thing that could be heard in the vast beautiful emptiness of the desert once again, the man didn't need to communicate tight now, they had their own ways of preparing themselves mentally, two of them would start praying to their gods, another one would put on headphones and hype himself up with music, the leader preferred the silence of the night, it brought him peace and peace meant he had a calm mind to make the right choices when the time came. And that time approached them with incredible power and speed. An explosion right in front of them, the leader turning the wheel with maximum force, the jeep quickly obeying the the movement but to no avail, the car was flipping from the sudden turn, the explosion also giving it momentum. It was like the world had gone into slow motion, glass shattering, sand entering through the windows, a chain of a cross hanging upside down from the neck of one of the soldiers, their eyes filled with surprise and fear. Everything coming to a halt as the top of the car hit the ground one last time, explosions could still be heard around them but everything was slowly fading to black one blink at a time.
The smell of gasoline and hot metal, the sound of a spinning tire breaking the silence, the explosions had ceased, was their enemy gone? Was he playing with his prey? At this point they were sitting ducks inside a metal box. Quickly unbuckling his seat belt and falling to on his face. Kicking the door open and crawling out into the cool sand, it was somewhat of a blessing, the cold sand on his hands. scavenging the front of the vehicle for his weapon and then heading to the back to check on his men, sadly finding that one of his men had not being wearing a seat belt, the body had been thrown around while the vehicle flipped, chances of survival was very slim, sadly he might have lost a brother. Reaching for the closest and unbuckling his seat belt and dragging the body into what seemed like a safe place behind the flipped vehicle. Once again quickly scouting the area to check to see if he could identify where the threat was, but nothing. Reaching to the second person and also unbuckling the belt and carrying the second soldier to the same place as the other one. The blue hue that the moon was emitting upon the sand was still giving a peaceful vibe but this situation had been far from peaceful, a patrol turned to hell. Checking to see if his team mated were breathing in which they were. Going back inside the vehicle to check on the third one but to no avail. The was no pulse. This was like a punch to his gut, it was like losing a brother, a sense of emptiness swelling inside. But he couldn't give up, stepping outside he knew that he had to get his two other men back to their homes. It was his responsibility after all.
As he stepped out of the vehicle he could he could hear something ripping through the air and then a loud 'BOOM' close to him, as sand and flames rose up from the ground near him. Body being pushed back inside the vehicle. Hazy was his vision, hearing three more explosions go off outside the vehicle. So the cape was just playing with his prey at this point. Stumbling out of the vehicle like a zombie. Not to his the other two men been blown up. Loss, anger, sadness... Many feelings were starting to overwhelm him. But why was it that this monster has stopped attacking. Falling to his knees were his fallen comrades had been and looking at the horizon to notice that the blue hue had changed into brown. A sand storm was approaching fast, could this have been the reason why the cape had left? Was this a sign from a God? All of this the male did not know all he needed now was to survive and never let this happen again. Entering the flipped vehicle to use it as shelter. He had still been dizzy from the hit he had taken earlier as he sat down his eyes quickly also closed. As time went by the sand filled the car, this was either be his coffin or his salvation. As morning came and the sun went up. He would wake from a deathly slumber to dig himself out of the sand coffin. As the air filled his lungs once again, his fabulous flowing hair was struck by a warm breeze, his eyes adjusting and witnessing the golden hue of the desert like it was the first time. It was like a new beginning and he was gonna make sure to not waste it.
