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 Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 7:16 am
All profiles for the villain organization Red Hand go here.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 7:03 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Lilith Ara
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Thinker 8
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Lil
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Kozi
» AGE x/ x 22
» GENDER x/ x Fee Mail
» SEXUALITY x/ x Straight
» BIRTHDAY x/ x 5/11
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x New York City, New York
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x New York
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5'7
» WEIGHT x/ x 145lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Blueish Grey
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Brown
» BUILD x/ x She's pretty limber considering how much time she spends being active. She blurs the line between lean and muscular, connecting them in an almost tone manner while remaining slim.
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x Birthmark on her tongue that resembles a snake, tattoo of a caduceus on her back.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x She likes wearing loose fitting clothing on her upper body, sleeves that dangle and fabric that seems to envelop her body entirely. She wears yoga pants and tights often, by habit mostly. She intelligently accessorizes as well, with numerous necklaces, rings, bangles and chokers occupying space in her home.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x A black, skintight suit that is as flexible as she is, and durable enough to withstand the elements. She wears heeled shoes, since nobody can walk in them better than she can, and a mask covers the upper portion of her face. She keeps keeps her hair tied in dutch braids when she goes out in costume as well. When she goes out on cape outings, her lipstick is always black, along with dark blush against her usually pale skin.
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic/Neutral-Leaning Evil
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Thinker [8]
» POWERS
Enhanved Learner
You have the ability to rapidly learn knew skills so long as you watch them be performed at least once or attempt to learn them yourself. Note however that this only applies to what you are physically capable of doing. This means that you may not learn parahuman abilities or otherwise perform feats your body can not handle.
Laerned Skills:
Thieving skills across five years with the read hand, how to move without making noise, pick locks, various methods to steal cars, break and enter,
spends time learning how to remotely hack where possible and how to hack on site into closed networks, learned to climb, all this from her backstory. Also watches a ******** load of C-A list martial arts and car movies.
Learned to Safe Crack by ear.
Learned to carve art into walls.
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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 sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xEgotistical x2.xBrilliant x3.xAdamant x4.xObsessive
» PERSONALITY
Hardwork was never something that Lilith was shy of. As a matter of fact she seemed to be most at home when she had time to herself to study this or that for this class or that one. When she could exercise her brain in more dynamic ways, she felt true happiness. She was very personable and her wicked, crackling intelligence seemed to play right into everything she did,
including but not limited to making friends and enemies in her first year of high school. While she always harbored a stark abhorrence for failure, especially of her own design, she wasn't so obsessive prior to getting brought on by some splinter group of the Red Hand. Well, we all know how that turned out.
After she triggered, the realization that the age old question, "What would you try if you knew you couldn't fail?" was a very literal thing for her propelled her personality in an expected direction. The perfectionist qualities, the confidence, it all bolstered the more she learned, the more she taught herself. She had a natural aptitude for having natural aptitudes, after years of having a set in work ethic. She saw so many doors open for her she couldn't help but take full advantage of it all, and let it go to her head.
» LIKES
↳ Sweet Wines, kittens, small birds, intelligence, enigmas, things she can really work at.
» PASSIONS
↳ Being challenged, accomplishing goals, winning, making money
» DISLIKES
↳ boredom, slow things, things from which she has nothing to gain, murderers.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ failure above everything, losing.
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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
» CURRENCY x / x $23576.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Future Gravekeeper, Currently Red Hand
» POSITION x / x Stoneworker, Heist Extraordinair
If cities don't sleep, neither do criminals.
» RESIDENCE x / x Condo
» INFAMY x / x 905
» FAME x / x 75
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Survived a small massacre of her initial induction into the villain world by incapacitating three armed, but relatively untrained men.
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Lockpick Set
█ »x Smartphone with headphones and an SD card
█ »x Backpack, standard.
█ »x Laptop she uses to case out her heists
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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
An annoyingly overbearing father raised Lilith on his own until the time she turned twelve and met the best distraction of his life, his new girlfriend.
Prior to him keeping the man busy, he would ride the girl about studying too much, worrying she wouldn't make firends. When it wasn't that, he told her she wasn't spending enough time studying and would end up a drug addict like her mother if she didn't get a handle on her studies. It was honestly exhausting but she didn't let it get to her too much. For the most part, she seemed to get by just fine with the man, until at the age of 16 someone came to her with an offer after catching wind of an exceptionally gifted math student through the grape vine. If her father was still present at all, he wouldve seen the signs she was deep into a life of crime soon enough to save her from her trigger event, but by the time he picked up on it she was all but ready to emancipate and live on her own, much to his chagrin and deep rooted jealousy. After it happened, the man had only "I warned you"
to say to her before slamming shut his door in her face. To say she turned red in the face is an understatement, but with her newfound powers she wouldn't be homeless for long. The Red Hand picked up a thinker of such potency almost immediately, and she made enough to get her own place set up. Now, a few years later, she's managed to stay relatively under the radar while learning as many new skills as she could in as many ways that could help a budding world class thief. She learned to pick locks, how to climb buildings from both experience and watching others, how to defend herself quite handily in hand to hand combat, became a marksman with BB guns,
which is a skill she has yet to translate using real weapons but will likely come with time, how to throw knives, the proper way to run to get the most out of each step, how to speed read and stop subvocalizing, how to workout at home without access to weights or a gym and perhaps most impressively how to balance on any sort of footing. All of these were perfect skills for a thief to learn for one reason or another, and she has big plans.
The entire world is just a safe, and for someone like her nothing is ever locked.
It didn't take her longer than a year to get her GED while honing these specific skills, unawares of a very specific weakness that she suffered from but subconsciously moving to cove rherself. She enrolled in college as a full time student, easily handling the cost requirements, while also picking a rather harsh workload: she would be double majoring in Entrepreneurship and Engineering. Where did this leave time in the day for Kozi to relax? Well honestly it didnt and she didn't have a very large social life aside from one close friend and roomate in her Queen's apartment.
» TRIGGER EVENT
How do I always end up in these situations. If it isn't one thing, day in and day out, it's another entirely. Though normally I never end up in situations this... dire. Click. The sound sets my heart off like I just broke into a sprint. Cold steel touched the side of my head, as if the sound of the hammer on the revolver next to my ear wasn't enough. For ******** sake, why me? White hot lines tears down tore down my face. Crying was an instant defense mechanism people like me often found helpful... said no one. My face turned a bright red from fear, anxiety and raw embarassment. Mostly from fear however. The smell was so metallic now... fresh gunpowder mixing with the scent of pooling blood assaulted my nose in equal measure. The gravity had set in deeply now. I was in very deep s**t.
"Why did you shoot him?" one man asked, his face obscured by a mask. I heard the intonation in his voice, the way he inquired was less like he was angry and mroe like he was apprehensive. The weight of his words were important if I was going to find anything at all to say to get myself out of this mess. "Now we can't question him!"
The other man shrugged, which Ii could feel through the gun as the slightest hint of movement. "He didn't know anything, according to him, and I am in a far less than patient mood right now, now everyone in the room knows my stakes." His voice was deeper, louder. Confident. He wasn't the biggest fish but he was up there. He was in charge. I was frozen in fear, body tense like a coil, but my brain was always what I used to stay above water. It's what landed me this damn oppurtunity at 14, that and a long life of studying and advanced classes. Damned if I die before I got to use it. The blood was crawling across the table towards me. My composure was shakey at best but I had to stay focused. What had he asked him for? Information on account numbers? Things that we were paid very handsomely to protect for very big people. These men wanted something specific... but what could be worth putting yourselves on the black list for? They were willing to break long standing truces? Have villains ont heir tails? A drop of blood fell on my knee, staining the new stockings I had bought just the other day. Blood from the boss who had brought me into this less than legal world of money laundering. I was visibly trembling, and that seemed to do me no favors as the man asked his question.
"Your little group opened fifteen accounts in the last 18 months, rapid expansions no matter how well you cover your tracks. The men who hired you on clearly didn't have the intelligence to come to any real players in this world or else you'd have better protection. None of this is my business, though. I'll get paid even if you all die," he told us, the last two who he hadn't either bludgeoned or shot. I swallowed, or rather I tried to and ended up almost choking myself. Somewhere I prayed that, even though we weren't strictly a LEGAL venture, that there was a cape with super hearing nearby who would come to our aid after the gunshot. Of course thatw as a foolish thing to latch onto. No we were ******** if we didn't give them what they wanted.
The annoying thing was that I didn't know what they were after. I just didn't have the knowledge. The man pulled my hair, making me look up at him and I couldn't help the frail sound that escaped me. Was it a shriek? A whimper? I didn't know, but through the clown mask I could tell he was enjoying himself. "I want every single account number, all of them, right now, or I'm going to put hot lead into your pretty little head." A sob escaped my throat. He was literally asking the impossible. I had them pegged for professionals but... there was literally no way he could be. It didn't matter to him, he was just paid to bust up this gig we had going, and get whatever information out of us he could. Damn me for being so stupid, for not listening to my damn father when he put me out of our house over this.
Damn me for being so weak. He smacked the weapon across my face. I saw stars and fell on the ground as he put the gun up to my only surviving colleague's head instead. I had to act fast, give them something even if it was fake.
"I'm going to count to 5. When I get there, his brain goes on the walls, and yours will be painting the floor."
More tears more crying... more heat rising in my lungs as I realized I was going to die.
"5."
I scrambled to the table for a pen and paper that wasn't bloody. My colleague was going ballistic, begging for his life while I was about to fabricate fifteen account numbers.
"4!"
Why was he still counting?
"3!"
I couldn't get the numbers out fast enough with him ******** it, she isn't even writing enough digits down," he said. "She really doesnt know. Ah, well," he would say.
The bang was deafening.
A body slumped to the ground and I went catatonic.
And then things got weird...
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xxxxxxxxx> Praying Psycho Mantis
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 10:32 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ LIANA SAINT IVES
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Master 10
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Lia
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Scamper
» AGE x/ x 21
» GENDER x/ x Female
» SEXUALITY x/ x Bisexual
» BIRTHDAY x/ x February 12th
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x United States, New York City
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x New York
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5'9
» WEIGHT x/ x 135 lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Violet
» HAIR COLOR x/ x White/Lilac
» BUILD x/ x Lithe, Leggy, Lsexy
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x Tattoos, piercings
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Liana generally stands out in a crowd. She tends to have a cutting edge look, adhering to her own sense of style. Often times it is seen as edgy, showing off more skin than generally accepted in societies. Her clothes are often revealing, showing off the works of art she has decorated herself with via needle and ink. What really makes her stick out is the color of her hair.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic/Neutral
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Master [ 10 ]
» POWERS
Rat Control
You have the ability to command rats via your thoughts and gain their sensory input. Meaning that you can see what they see, hear, taste, smell, and feel what they do. You are very capable of giving them complex commands and using a multitude of rats all at the same time. Your maximum range of control is 600 ft away from your body. How many rats you can gather depends on where you are currently. Roll a 1 D100 for areas like a subway and add 40 to the result. For Cities roll 2 D20 + 20. Suburbs 1 D20 + 20. Anywhere else 1D10 + 10. (note that you may make the rats travel with you and hold onto them)
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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 sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xVivacious ⇣ x2.xPassionate ⇣ x3.xFreethinking ⇣ x4.xAdventurous ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Liana can be a very tiring individual to many people who need to sleep a full eight hours a day. She tries to surround herself with people that are enthusiastic and full of interesting goals and dreams. Experiencing things is what drives her; don't knock it til you try it has become a serious motto to follow for the girl. Unfortunately for someone who ran away from any structure in her life, experiencing things often means getting tied up in the shadier things in life. Liana doesn't shy away from the underbelly, the forgotten and discarded people who remind her far too much of herself. She likes to 'collect' people and their stories, often times melding in to whatever scene is before her in order to do so.
Good? Bad? These aren't things she often thinks about. Life is a huge game of survival, and should a chance present itself to better her station in the world Liana will be quick to jump on it. But she is far from selfish. In fact the girl has more of a robin hood mentality, preferring to share her acquired wealth with her friends especially if it meant a good time was on the way. Boundaries mean little to a girl who sees the world as her oyster. Despite being free with material possessions, Liana knows the value of a human life. She tries to avoid putting herself in a situation where killing becomes an only option, and only with great reluctance would the girl murder.
» LIKES
↳ music, movies, art, culture, parties, socializing
» PASSIONS
↳ connecting with others, food, feeling free, LDR
» DISLIKES
↳ authority figures, wet socks, humorless people, all work/no play
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ hypocrites, suppression, pointless murder, seafood
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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
» CURRENCY x / x $870.00
» AFFILIATION x / xRed Hand
» POSITION x / x Private Investigator / Small Time Thief
Part time P.I., full time robin hood
» RESIDENCE x / x Condo, with Lilith
» INFAMY x / x 225
» FAME x / x 75
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Cellphone
█ »x Longboard
█ »x Backpack, standard.
█ »x Laptop used to watch cat videos on youtube. Ironically.
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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
Liana before the age of fifteen was fairly unimportant to her development. Sure the constant upheaval of her life was definitely impacting upon her person, but ultimately it was when she struck out on her own that Liana truly became an interesting human. With how much authority figures in her life had let her down she decided to completely disregard any advice or structure in her life. She became a vagabond, gallivanting around New York with nothing but her longboard and a five fingered discount whenever she needed something.
Liana quickly found out how many people there were out in the world just like her. Maybe they didn't all have the exact same history in life, but they had all ended up here. Their differences didn't matter so much, but the stories she learned along the way sure were interesting. Under the shelter of the night life in the city Liana saw so much, so young, and so fast. From complete strangers becoming friends to addicts overdosing on the thing they love the most. Each of these people, each of their stories made her in to someone who cared about humanity.
Not even living in the gutter could keep this girl from trying to do whatever she could to fight for the people who had given up. The ones who were downtrodden, kept under the firm hand of oppression just because they hadn't been lucky enough to be born in extravagance. But she also just likes to live. So what she can do she does, but mostly she watches a lot of netflix and hangs out.
» TRIGGER EVENT
The Saint Ives family were nice people. They had nice things and lived in a nice neighborhood. So it was an utter shock to the community when something entirely not nice happened to them.
Home invasion. Double murder. Kidnapping.
But that's not exactly where Liana's story starts. She was so young then, still wearing diapers and speaking nonsense words. Sure it changed her life, but the that chapter of her life ended well. After a police standoff with her captors the baby Liana was saved and placed in to the foster home systems. From there it was a series of trying to get comfortable and being uprooted once more.
Each family she was placed with seemed to never work out for one reason or another. While Liana never suffered from flat out abuse she often felt alone. The kind of alone that sticks with you even when you're standing in a crowd of hundreds.
Hitting her teenage years marked the real start of it all. Liana wasn't a bad kid by any means, but she did crave a life beyond the one laid before her. After what felt like the hundredth address and school district change she decided it was time to go. The girl packed her belongings in to one backpack and hit the streets, finally feeling a semblance of control and freedom.
Unfortunately the life she threw herself head first in to was a lot harder than she thought. Finding a meal for the day became her great task, that and not getting picked up by the police and thrown back in to the system. It wasn't that she feared them or hated it, she just happened to fall through. One of the many forgotten children never able to really fit in anywhere. The streets became her home, right up until the time that it didn't.
After a particularly late night scavenging around the city for scraps Liana was on her way to her alleyway. And so were a group of people living a very similar life to her. It was a simple mugging, no real motivation besides barren people wanting something that another had. Liana tried to protect herself but one verse five does not make for a fair fight. Everything came to a head, all of her loss and loneliness, her attachment to the few things in the world she could call her own. It had been the best mistake she made that night, refusing to let her life be taken from her once more.
They beat her. They beat the crap out of her. It was the worse physical pain she had ever been in. While lying in a pool of her own blood Liana felt so very distant from the world. It was cold on the ground, hard and unforgiving. What if she had just been a bit different? Able to fit in to the molds her life had presented, maybe she wouldn't have ended up here. Or maybe none of that mattered and nothing would have changed. Liana's hand curled in to a fist. She used what little energy she had left to lift herself and look upon the ones so ready to take everything from someone who had so close to nothing. This immense pressure pressed upon her and everything went black.
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