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Mackie "the Knife" - aka Buzzer

Villain

Appearance: Mackie is an underfed, unwashed, sixteen-year-old street punk, with long stringy black hair and black eyes. He wears torn black jeans and a black leather jacket with no shirt and holey sneakers with no laces.

History: Mackie grew up in the streets of Haven, scrounging food, cadging spare change, and digging cans and bottles out of dumpsters to recycle. For the last few years, he ran with one of the local street gangs, until they got caught in the middle of a super-battle. Most of the gang was killed when an abandoned warehouse collapsed on them, but something snapped inside Mackie, and he walked out through the rubble.

Buzzer's powers are based on control of vibration:
Primary power - He can vibrate his hands at high speeds, allowing him to cut through solid materials like a hot knife through butter. When he uses this power, his hands emit a buzzing noise.
Secondary power - He can change the vibrational rate of his entire body, allowing him to pass through solid objects (and vice versa) without affecting them. In this state, he cannot be touched physically, but he cannot touch anything else either.
Tertiary power - By touching an object, he can impart vibration to it, causing it to shatter. This works best on items of glass, metal, stone, or ceramic, and not as well on dirt, or wood. Also, nearby objects of the same material may also be damaged due to resonance effects.

Weakness: Counter-vibrations dampen his powers, i.e. sonic powers, or loud, sustained noises. He is also quite insane - a paranoid psychopath who likes to hurt people.

Weapon: Mackie carries a jacknife (like MacHeath in his favorite song)

Vechicle: Mackie has an old police motorcycle (armored) that he stole. He doesn't ride it much because he can't use his powers due to the engine vibrations.

Parenthesis are non-character information. (Information you can know, but not your Hero/Villain)

Name: Umbra (Ex Name: Ashura Malakai) Treason

Affiliation: Fomer-Villain

Age: 15 (Actually about 28 years old)

Appearance: Umbra wears a swirling cloak that covers most of his body. The cloak wraps around his neck, and covers the lower half of his face. He has long black hair down to his shoulders, his bangs covering his right eye. He has pale skin, and a grey eye that seems to change colors depending on his mood. Underneath the cloak, which are his street clothes, Umbra wears baggy black jeans, and a long grey turtleneck. When he's not wearing the cloak, Umbra can be found wearing a scarf around his neck and mouth. His hair and his behavior makes him appear to be the age of 15, but that is just because of the experiments. He wears a pair of black razor-tipped gauntlets, which he uses for attacking. (Underneath his clothing, scarf, and the half of his face that is covered by his hair, his face is partially decayed. He has skin stripped from his face, and some patches of bone are showing. This includes his right eye, and goes down to the bottom of his ribs, and partially onto his shoulder.)

Main Power: Can use his shadow to form protective barriers, attack, transport him, etc. Treason powers - Powerful psychic abilities: Can send pulses throughout the area, knocking everything back, can wipe memories, cloud vision, extreme stuff.

Secondary Power: Minor Psychic abilities. Can push people backwards, move items, etc. Treason Powers - Enhanced metal working:, can create walls, can change metal shapes, create Automatons (5 uses)

Third Power: Control of metals. Can form weapons, protective barriers, etc. Treason Power - Endurance: Can take a hit like a freaking champ. Example: In his debut, he was hit by a gigantic searing pain from Baranar, and just gritted his teeth a little. Used as saves.

Obtained Power: Flight- Given to him by MoP
Natural Power: Mental Guard: Due to the amount of metal inside of Treason's body, along with his Psychic powers, he is completely immune to all mind based powers. (Being Scryed, Mind Control, Second Sight, Memory Wiping, etc.)

Weapon: A pair of razor-tipped gauntlets. On the back of them, there is a tube-like attachment that can fire a 20 foot long chain. This chain can be controlled by specific movements of his hands, and can trip and entangle enemies. The chain on the right hand had a razor on the end, and the chain on the left hand has a large iron ball for crushing. Treason Weapon: A broadsword made from Darksteel...sorry Xeen, it's an awesome idea. Although my version of Darksteel will just sucks the soul from those killed, the sword is used in the regeneration of his eyes.

Weakness: Despite his appearance, Umbra is most powerful during the day, where his shadow is easily seen and even more powerful in the mornings and evening, when his shadow is extremely large due to the position of the sun. At night though, he has a hard time using his main power unless in certain places, say, under a streetlight. Likewise, he is also weakened during the middle of the day, when the sun is directly overhead. He is also weakened and confused when there are many lights focused on him, distorting his shadow. (Another weakness he has is mentionings of his past as Sightless [I.E. When people make references to Sightless, he gets surprised, nervous, and can't really handle very many things]) Treason Weakness: Has trouble physically seeing. Also, if he uses up all of his main and secondary powers, he will die, as his psychic powers are the only things keeping his mind intact.

How he got to Haven: Umbra was one of the few who would resist the law concerning the bracelets in broad daylight, as that was when he was strongest. During a struggle with the police, he was knocked unconscious by one of his team after refusing to retreat and brought to Haven. (He came to Haven after escaping a Science Testing facility, seeking out Sufference and his friends)

History: Umbra does not remember being a child. He remembers waking in a laboratory under many intense lights, and having scientists staring down at him from above. He was the main component of the experiment aptly named "Umbra." He escaped from the laboratory after going into a panicked rage and destroyed it. When questioned on the street, he attempted to respond, but all that emerged from his mouth was a sound much like wheezing and black smoke. He became known as a freak, and during desperate moments when he was fighting for his life, he discovered his powers. After he was brought to Haven, he joined the Ex-Villains for an unknown reason, and now fights for them...or at least, this is what he claims.

(Was once a blind Hero who became close with a certain villainess, but he disappeared during a Time Travel to the past in the middle of the Sahara. He was drawn to an obelisk by a voice, which returned him to his own time. There, he was drawn to a different city by the same voice, which turned out to be the voice of his brother, who was the cause of his blindness. He killed his brother, and returned to Flippyville to fight the new laws, and was killed by an unknown Bounty Hunter. His body was burned as the building he fought in burned, and he was then taken to a facility where numerous tests were conducted. He was somehow brought back to life, and his aging process eliminated. He was given his shadow powers in the proccess, and escaped. He then came to Haven.)

Mood according to eyes:
Grey: Indifferent
Red: Enraged, excited
Black: Saddened, extremely angry
Blue: Happy, excited
White: Unknown, happens very rarely

Name: Drake

Super Name: Kaji

Main Power: Fire!! Drake can control ever aspect of heat....including the molecules.

Second Power: Flash. A speed of light teleportation method. It can only transfer someone about 100 yards or so.

Third Power: Vampiric Soul. An ability which allows Drake to summon a zombie to do his bidding. Whether it be attacking some one....or even taking a blow for him. These zombies are now easy pushovers; however, one shot from a Main Power should whipe them out without a problem.

Weakness: Blood. (Read info below to understand)

Height: 6,2"
Weight: about 177 lbs.
Age: 723

Drake was a half-bred Vampire. He was able to control fire because of the magic his father taught him. Drake however wasn't able to heal himself because he was only half Vampire, but because of his half human side...he had no vampiric weaknesses. His only weak spot was blood. He couldn't have it...Drake; therefore, Drake had to be careful or his Vampiric side would dominate his Human side and he would then go into a state of viciousness and become psychotic. He would transform....once he turned back to himself...he would be extremely weak and vulnurable.

Name: Ayndr Syetah [pronounced: ?AHaen-de-ra SEEaeeay-teah-ha?]
Over time? people just call her Andy because it?s easier to say.

Affiliation: villain

Powers:

*Main Power* She has ice powers, being able to create ice, lower temperatures to sub zero, as well as the ability to create shards of ice which she can send flying at her enemies.

*Secondary Power* Ayndr can manipulate Earth/Mineral substances. This includes rocks, silt, sand, mud, soil and the like. She has the ability to shape it to her will.

*Third Power* Hex/Spells.
?-immobility/binding hex: causes restriction of movement from the limbs
?psychological hex: causes the target to hallucinate about whatever is foremost in their minds.
?separation hex: causes the target to be sent to a different location. Unfortunately, the location is unknown until the subject gets there... even Ayndr doesn't know.
?health hex: Makes the target feel ill. Affects the organs.
?truth hex: causes the targets comments to be truthful.
?summoning charm: summons a creature or being to a location.
?sleep hex: puts the target to sleep... or at least makes them very drowsy
Note: All hexes last for only an hour or so... they're very short lived.


Weakeness: Obviously fire. But she also has another weakness. When Ayndr was young, her best friend who is now her nemesis cast a strong hex on her. What could it be? She hasn?t told anyone yet and it?s been over 1000+ years. She also hasn?t been able to remove it, and trust me, she?s tried. (It?ll maybe be revealed in due time? mwahahahaha)
((Hmmm...I should pit you and Alloran up against each other...))


Weapon: Ayndr has a huge sword and a bow and arrow. (very Elf-like)

Appearance/description: Ayndr has long blue hair and icy blue eyes. Her skin is pale and on her shoulder there are tiny snowflake impressions that are barley visible. Her ears are pointed and elvish. She?s about 5?2 (short) But she carries around a huge sword. She?s not particularly strong, but she wields her sword as if it were a feather. That?s because it is made out of a special ore from her homeland that?s specific for elves. To any other person, it would weigh a ton. She doesn?t bother to conceal her elven heritage or her super powers. Her character is somewhat reserved. She doesn?t talk much and prefers to observe before getting involved. At times she can seem hostile, but she?s just quiet and passive. Ayndr plays the flute often but not around others.


(for now until I can get an original one? ninja )

History: This part is very vague because she refuses to talk about it. SHe came from a warior-type country of Elves and is a Hundranh. She's over 1000+ years old, but she looks around 17. She?s a villain of her own choice and seeks to become more powerful (obsessively so). That?s all anyone knows about her. (Maybe more to come? if I can come up with something good)

Vehicle:
Vehicle Power: It can go superspeed and almost seem to disappear in the wink of an eye.

Affiliation: Villain

Name: Doesn't remember, all he remembers was a woman calling him 'Little Angel' when he was young.

Super Name: Harbinger

Age: 9

Main Power: Power of the Mind ((Telekinesis, Mind reading, Even limited Reality Manipulation))

Secondary Power: Flight

Third Power: Able to sense if people are troubled, and what is troubling them (passive)

Weakness: He's a child. While he may be infinitely more mature than a normal nine year old boy, he's still weak to mental abuse and the like, not to mention his lack of physical mass.

Weapon: He's a kid! You expect him to have a weapon?
((yes yes I do.... xd --T00L))

Appearance: He stands at about 4'2, with brown wavy hair. It's just long enough for his bangs to reach his eyes. He has beautiful blue eyes, in which you can almost see the hardening that a 9 year old should never have. He generally wears a t-shirt and shorts, along with plain tennis-shoes. He also has a black denim jacket he wears now and then. He has a necklace around his neck, the necklace of an Angel, wings upraised. He keeps this under his shirt on a silver chain, and does not know where he got it from.

History: A woman called him 'little angel', whispered in his ear. It was the only thing he remembered being called, other than patient 118. So for some time he thought that was his name, though deep down, he knew it wasn't.
Unlike most children, when he was born, he was meant to die. Sickness, cancer, chemotherapy, was what he remembered of his life. He found no comfort in this existence, save the dark presence that always seemed nearby, but even that could not rid him of the knowledge that he was like all the other children here, that he would die.
He was not the only one, and he often found a friend among the other pale children. They would give him a gaunt smile, too weak with disease, as he, to do anything else. But that smile was one of understanding, shared pain, and bound them in friendship. Those smiles would always still, the children dying in the night. He'd know when it happened. He could always feel when one of the children died in the room. It was peaceful. There was no more pain for them. But there was fear for the other children, and in the morning would come the weepers. He was always fascinated with these people who sat and cried over those they knew would die. He knew nothing of parents, was even unsure of the concept. He discovered it slowly, by noticing those who would visit the other children, and those who would weep over them. He wondered if he had any weepers, as he had never received any such visitors. His questions were brushed away by the doctors, however one nurse let slip that he had a mysterious benefactor, but she would say nothing more.
He had always known he would die, like the rest. Adults were terrible liars, and he knew they awaited his death just as patiently, even when they lied and said he would live on. Then there came a day that frightened him above all others. The doctors came as usual and over a period of days they drew his blood, they took his tests, and they frowned at papers. Then they did it again, and again. Each time frowning deeper, until they frowned no more, they started laughing. They hugged, they smiled, and they shook the boys hand roughly. Then they told him something that froze and shattered his world all at once. 'You're going to live'. From what they told him, the disease was gone, completely, with no trace of it remaining.
He tried to deny it. It couldn't be. He had lived his whole life knowing he was soon to die. He grew stronger each night in the hospital, and the presence came less and less frequently. He was soon able to do things he had never done before. He was feeling less afraid, perhaps even accepting of this new idea of life. Then a nurse came in, and told him it was time to go. He didn't want to go. The hospital was the only home he had ever known.
He was taken to a home for children, and left in an unfamiliar world. Even the dark presence had abandoned him. Perhaps it was a spirit, trapped to the hospital, or perhaps just a figment of his imagination, brought on by the disease. He didn't know, and he didn't pay it too much heed, though he did miss it.
The children there with him were stronger and larger than any children he had seen before. They were nothing like the children at the hospital. They smiled at him also, but those smiles were not of friendship. They were sharper, and darker, and murderous thoughts went with them.
One of the boys would daily steal the roll from his lunch plate. For three weeks it happened, until he became so angry he closed his eyes and willed the roll to return. It did. The roll lifted from the other boy's plate and returned to its place. He thought nothing of his powers, but the others did. They began to fear him, and call him 'freak'. But as they did not bother him, he brushed it aside. Then they started to become violent.
At first it was just small rocks thrown, as they hid behind bushes, then came sticks. But one boy had a knife, it was knife he was very proud of. He kept it sharp, gutting a frog as easily as running a hand through water. One day, without warning, the boy rushed him with that very knife. The blade glinted like white fire in the sunlight, and the flash brought back the presence.
"Strike!" The voice pounded through his mind, forcing him to react.
He attacked with his mind. The boy dropped dead, falling in his tracks, and the other children dropped their toys and stood still, as if they had been struck the same. It was completely quiet, until one little girl screamed.
With the scream he ran, he ran as fast as he could, and he did not look back. When he came to the walls of this 'home', he willed them gone, and the walls disappeared into a mass of blood, flowing down over his feet and the grass.
He started a life wandering the streets. He would will what he needed to come to him, developing his powers. He met others, who lived under cardboard boxes and newspapers. They were dirty and hungry, with gaunt smiles that seemed somewhat familiar. Many of them wore bracelets locked around their wrists, and they spoke of a dream city, a city where they were accepted. They spoke of a Haven. They too would often die in the night, and he'd know it, and feel them go. But for them came no weepers.
He went to find Haven and he traveled alone for three weeks. He was changed, hardened to people. He had been forced to kill others, others who would have preyed upon him. He learned not to trust those with a helping hand.
He found his way to the shore, and found there was no way for him to get across. He looked over at the island city, glowing in the sunset, and he willed himself there. He willed it so strongly that his fists shook at his sides and sweat beaded on his forehead. He found himself lifting, slowly but surely, into the air and floating across the water. He collapsed onto the other side, onto ground that was just as firm and solid as that which he had left. But it was different, he was safe in a haven, he was home. Standing up, and brushing himself off, he paused and overlooked the city. For the first time in his life, he wanted to live.

Personality: Harbinger's been turned hard in the past few months of his life, and, from past expierience, has learned to shun a helping hand. He doesn't indulge in childish endeavors, such as playing ball, or swinging. At the moment, he's quite content being safe in Haven.

Vehicle: He's a child, for Pete's sake. He doesn't even know how to ride a bike.

Mackie "the Knife" - aka Buzzer

Villain

Appearance: Mackie is an underfed, unwashed, sixteen-year-old street punk, with long stringy black hair and black eyes. He wears torn black jeans and a black leather jacket with no shirt and holey sneakers with no laces.

History: Mackie grew up in the streets of Haven, scrounging food, cadging spare change, and digging cans and bottles out of dumpsters to recycle. For the last few years, he ran with one of the local street gangs, until they got caught in the middle of a super-battle. Most of the gang was killed when an abandoned warehouse collapsed on them, but something snapped inside Mackie, and he walked out through the rubble.

Buzzer's powers are based on control of vibration:
Primary power - He can vibrate his hands at high speeds, allowing him to cut through solid materials like a hot knife through butter. When he uses this power, his hands emit a buzzing noise.
Secondary power - He can change the vibrational rate of his entire body, allowing him to pass through solid objects (and vice versa) without affecting them. In this state, he cannot be touched physically, but he cannot touch anything else either.
Tertiary power - By touching an object, he can impart vibration to it, causing it to shatter. This works best on items of glass, metal, stone, or ceramic, and not as well on dirt, or wood. Also, nearby objects of the same material may also be damaged due to resonance effects.

Weakness: Counter-vibrations dampen his powers, i.e. sonic powers, or loud, sustained noises. He is also quite insane - a paranoid psychopath who likes to hurt people.

Weapon: Mackie carries a jacknife (like MacHeath in his favorite song)

Vechicle: Mackie has an old police motorcycle (armored) that he stole. He doesn't ride it much because he can't use his powers due to the engine vibrations.

Name: Garret Smithson
SuperName: Lucidity

Age:24

Affiliation:Villian

Powers:

Main Power: Creates and controls Fire
Secondary Power: Can turn Invisible
Third Power: Flight


Weakeness: Prolonged exposure to Water

Weapon: Desert Eagle

Appearance/history/description:

Lucidity lived in the streets from the time he was ten. He pickpocketed people untill he found he had powers. From then on, he decided he could up to bigger and badder things. He has destroyed buildings, murdered people, and robbed places. He is an EXTREMELY dangerous person

Vehicle: Motorcycle
Vehicle Power: Shooots fire out of it.