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》|Full Name: Isabella Esperanza Stone xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Siren
》| Ethnicity: Hispanic xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Data Unknown
》| Birthday: August 11 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 24
》| Height: 5'4
》| Weight: 110lbs.
》| Build: Seemingly delicate; But well-toned. It’s obvious that she takes good care of herself, and that she might be into some kind of athletic sport.
》| Hair Color: Black/Auburn
》| Eye Color: Green
》| Skin Tone: Tan
》| Notable Features:Has two tattoos—One on her back shoulder blade, and the other going down the back of her ribcage.
》| Standard Attire: Whatever fun and flouncy outfit she can find. Depending on her mood her appearance can vary from flower girl to vixen. Her memories seem to be a little off kilter with the current timeline, so like most women, she takes great pleasure in going shopping any chance she gets.
》| Uniform: Her uniform is simple, oddly enough, comprised of UMF (Unstable Molecule Fabric). It is incredibly rare and virtually impossible to create correctly, according to Superman, but her uniform repairs itself once in storage, and is returned to a flawless state for its next use. Visually it appears to be some kind of durable cloth or thinly tanned leather—But it moves with her, allowing her instant flexibility and a degree of protection against several forms of damage. The science is mostly lost on her, and she can’t recall where it came from, but it seems to be stored in a sub-space pocket that is activated when she brings her right fist to her opposite shoulder. (Discovered accidentally, and awkwardly.)
It is a full body suit with low heeled boots. The utility belt holds a gleaming “X” for the buckle, and twin thigh holsters. It implies that she should be carrying some sort of weapon, but that is not included in her uniform. The neckline remains modest without turning her into a prude.
When donning her uniform, it simply flows over her body like black sludge or oil before solidifying—Sending her current attire to the subspace pocket for safe keeping. Experimenting on it has been forbidden by the League because deliberately tampering with unstable molecules could have disastrous effects.
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》| Noted Biography:
Isabella has been diagnosed with a form of retrograde amnesia that prevents her from recalling any personal details about her history. She knows her name, knows how old she is, and is completely cognizant of everyday life. Aside from strange shards of memories that flash to her in dreams or nightmares, Isabella’s life, for all intents and purposes began a few months ago in Blüdhaven.
She was initially picked up by the local authorities wandering aimlessly with her hands clasped tightly over her ears. The well-dressed young woman appeared disoriented and confused, refusing to speak to anyone, though by no means unfriendly. Loud noises initially made her cringe, clearly causing her pain, but that symptom faded within a few hours. Once that passed, she seemed to calm considerably, and she was able to write down her first and last name on a notepad that a thoughtful staff member had provided in the police station. They dutifully checked the system for any missing persons, but there seemed to be no record of her, and no one looking for her.
The police really didn’t think much of it. Blüdhaven was in a state of disrepair with crime that ran rampant and bloody in the streets. Reports of shots being fired and small to large explosions going off was common. Human trafficking certainly wasn’t out of the question, though she seemed a little too put together and clean for such degradation. Since Isabella was physically fine and untouched, it was determined by a physician that some traumatic or emotional event must have caused her memory loss. They went so far as to claim that it was also likely responsible for her refusal to speak.
She was placed in a truly terrifying group home for a short time until her mental state could be further assessed. Weekly trips to a court appointed psychiatrist eventually gave her a clean bill of health, and her identity as Isabella Stone was legally restored to her. She was troubled, that was clear, but by no means dangerous. Her therapist claimed that reintegration to society and a normalized routine would eventually cause her memories and voice to return.
Isabella’s marketability was limited for obvious reasons, but a social services was able to collaborate with a staffing company to find her a place in the work force. She found herself with two opportunities in the end and eagerly accepted both, desperate to get out of the group home as soon as possible. Her house mates were borderline insane, and her mind was very much in tact—At least for the time being. She was convinced that it wouldn’t be much longer if she kept current company.
The sounds of fighting and gunfire at night didn’t seem to make her flinch, but the pained wailing of the woman in the next room broke her heart.
For several months she worked in the laundry room in a less than reputable hotel in “The Badlands” at night. In the mornings she played piano in the lobby of a well to do company on the other side of town. The secondary company had been astounded by her ability to play hundreds of classics without the aid of any sheet music, and picked her up on the spot. Neither paid that much, but combined she was able to save up for a miniscule flat. While trying to survive in a world that was more advanced than what she was used to, she found that she had several strange gifts.
She could hear exceedingly well and seemed to have some kind of internal sonar. If she focused, she could actually see images in what she imagined were sound waves as they echoed back to her. Her whistle was dangerous, and impassioned hand gestures could break things. She didn’t quite understand how it all worked, but was struck by how normal it felt. Something deep in the pit of her stomach told her to keep these oddities a secret. Voices that she couldn’t place told her that humans feared what they didn’t understand.
This same silent warnings kept her from attempting to speak.
One night, long before the sun peeked over the rooftops, Isabella left the hotel early. It had been a light evening and the manager on duty had taken pity on the exhausted young woman. As lovely as she was, the bags under her eyes were worrisome. Though mute she seemed to possess yet another gift—The ability to instill a sense of friendship and camaraderie almost instantly.
She didn’t make nearly enough for a hover car, so she went everywhere by foot. The brunette didn’t mind most of the time, rather enjoying the exercise, but after a long shift she could feel herself dragging. There was a seedy bar on the corner of her street, one that she passed by every day. For the most part people seemed to leave her be, though they heckled every now and again if they were intoxicated.
Tiredly ignoring one such heckler proved to be a mistake. She heard footsteps behind her, but didn’t realize she was being deliberately followed until a man roughly grabbed her by the arm, shoving her into a skinny alley way. She surprised herself by countering the move, stamping hard on the drunks foot, whipping her elbow expertly back into his face. She definitely felt something give way, but couldn’t free her other arm.
He swore vehemently and she caught a glimpse of red before he retaliated and threw her roughly to the ground. He fumbled with something in his waist band, and it took her a moment to realize he’d pulled out a semi-automatic gun. Time seemed to slow when he uttered that she wasn’t long for this world, and the first shot he made whizzed by her head. The bullet imbedded itself deep into the cement as she tried to move backwards, slipping on her purse strap.
Her attacker laughed and shot again, deliberately missing her to watch her panic. He shot over and over, each time getting a little closer, and a little more frustrated that she wasn’t a crying mess. Eventually he gave up and leveled the gun at her head, spitting a mouthful of blood at her.
Reflexively the young woman closed her eyes and mouth, heart pounding in her chest. She knew that there was something she could do…But she just couldn’t remember. Unthinking, she fell back to something simple when she heard the man put his finger on the trigger. Like any other damsel in distress she screamed. The sound was hellish and unbearably loud. The abandoned buildings on either side shook, glass blowing out as if a tornado had just passed through. The ground cracked and the man in front of her pulled the trigger, before dropping the gun to cover his ears.
After a moment he dropped to the ground and Isabella abruptly stopped, tears in her eyes. The man lay unmoving, blood leaking from his ears and eyes. Isabella hesitantly touched his shoulder, trying to shake him awake, but there was no response. Sirens sounded in the air, but she remained, refusing to acknowledge amongst the debris that the man was dead. Her exceptional ears knew the truth… But Isabella couldn’t accept it. She cried silently beside the corpse until the police came, unable to explain what happened when they asked.
She put her hands to her throat, signifying that she couldn’t speak, only realizing after the fact that the last time the man pulled the trigger, the bullet grazed her temple. If she hadn’t of screamed, he likely would have put it between her eyes. The police didn’t seem to understand, calling in things like ‘homicide’ and ‘suspect in custody’. An officer suddenly came towards her with a pair of heavy duty looking cuffs, but before he could touch her something metal whipped through the air, drawing a clear line between herself and law enforcement.
A figure in dark colors dropped in front of her without warning, and swept her up without a word. Before she could register what was happening she realized they were in the air, and she clung to whomever held her, trying to stifle her tears. The shock of what just happened made most of their departure a blur.
The next thing she would be able to recall was sitting with a masked man while he dressed the light wound on her head. He didn’t seem surprised that she couldn’t speak, and only said, “I know”, when she tried to explain what happened.
From there she learned that her savior was called Nightwing. He seemed cold, but not unkind. Months, debates, and several escapades later found her staying with the Batgirl of Blüdhaven, Cassandra Cain. Isabella had lost the argument about staying at her flat in “The Bandlands” the second time it was broken in to. Despite Cassandra’s solitary nature the two became fast friends. Neither were big on talking, but both were excellent in reading body language. Even Nightwing didn’t seem capable of staying away for long, appearing quieter than Bella would have believed possible for a human. Sometimes she pretended not to hear him, just so she wouldn’t bruise his manly ego. (Though he could likely care less, Bella imagined this to be true.)
Isabella put in her two-weeks’ notice at the Hotel at her new friends requests (demands actually), though she kept playing piano in the mornings and early afternoons. Neither caped crusader thought the darker side of town was appropriate for the sound user. She was too soft, too willing to believe in common decency, and far too pretty to be traipsing around at all hours of the night. Not to mention the mystery of her past. There was a puzzle there, something Nightwing intended to crack. He was shocked that she’d lasted as long as she had.
Cassandra began to work with her in regards to her abilities and skills, though Isabella was hesitant. After the thug in the alley… She didn’t want to hurt anyone. Eventually they convinced her that she was more of a danger if she didn’t know what she could do, and the young woman agreed. She picked up hand to hand as if she already knew several styles by heart, and definitely knew her way around basic weaponry, as well as tactics.
Nearly six months after that, Nightwing was called to Metropolis, leaving her behind in Blüdhaven with Cassandra. After watching the news and seeing all of the dangers in Metropolis, Bella grew more and more worried by the day. When they didn’t hear from Nightwing, the sound user decided to take a drive, just to make sure things were kosher. She borrowed a hover car from Cassandra and took a leave from her job to head to Metropolis.
What she didn’t count on was Cassandra, for all of her taciturnity, worrying about her. Considering her propensity to get into trouble, she shouldn’t have been surprised. Isabella was greeted not far within the city limits by agents of the Justice League. Cassandra had warned them she’d be arriving, explained her gifts, and had given them the GPS signal on the borrowed vehicle. From there the sound user was escorted to Superman for “safe keeping”.
Note: Her connection to Nightwing and Batgirl are NOT common knowledge.
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Isabella loves everything and everyone. She can be infectious, even to the coldest of individuals. Anything she does, she does with all of her heart, because she doesn’t know the meaning of half way. Isabella is a shining star among social circles, and flourishes with good company. She will always defend those she cares for to the ground, leaving her a very good friend to have. She is good to the core, and honest. She believes in second chances, even for villains.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Isabella is very determined and very loyal. She will push the limit and do everything in her power to do what she thinks is right. Her heart is big enough for anyone she comes across, and capable of mending any broken soul willing to let her in. (If they don’t let her in, she may barge in.) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: She can become uncomfortable when asked personal questions about her past because she doesn’t have the answers. She fears hurting others with her ‘gifts’ more than anything. Bella is very, very slow to anger… But once her fuse is lit, there’s no stopping her until the bomb has blown. She feels everything in mass amounts—All of her emotions, all at once. If she is happy, she is happy—If she is sad, she is sad. It will be written clearly in her expression.
》| Likes: The arts as a whole, listening to music, watching theater and ballet, learning new instruments, helping others, spending time with friends.
》| Dislikes:Fighting, Prejudice, and Needless Death
》| Hobbies: Dancing, air singing, shopping, painting.
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》| Superhuman Ability:Audiokinesis
Isabella can utilize sound waves and sonic vibrations capable of harming enemies’ auditory and cerebral systems. She can generate sonic blasts by weaving sound waves together which can strike with tremendous concussive force. She can stun listeners with tight-focus low-frequency sonic blasts (effective even against shielded ears by penetrating the skull via bone conduction) disorient them, nauseate them, or simply render them unconscious.
She has enhanced hearing that can pick out any note, any voice among the masses. Her hearing is selective, enabling her to focus upon, enhance, or totally block out any given sound in her environment. With such hearing she can also distinguish some traits in the tone of a targets voice. If they are afraid, if something is wrong, and occasionally if they are lying. (Note: This is not to say that she is always correct in her assumptions-- Some people can just lie better than others.)
By radiating sound waves outward and reading the feedback, she can locate and analyze unseen objects by way of echolocation.
Isabella is currently mute, because she refuses to speak. She has superhumanly powerful lungs, throat and vocal cords that only seem to be able to produce a hellish sonic scream. She generates psionic shielding that keeps her from tearing herself apart from the inside out, and her selective hearing protects her from her own ability. She currently cannot regulate her voice at all. If she speaks, even briefly, she could deafen someone. Much like a sonic blast it could cause disorientation, nausea, and unconsciousness—However this could also cause death from prolonged exposure. The vibrations and frequency jump to such an extreme pitch that liquefying organs is a possibility. It will cause bleeding from orifices, it will shatter glass, and should be avoided at all costs. This is NOT common knowledge.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Isabella tends to draw others to her like bee’s to a hive. Her innocent demeanor and girlish ways always cause enemies to underestimate her. Her ability seems fairly versatile, she discovers new things every day.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: She can’t remember her past, and most of her experience and skill has been lost. She is mute by choice, but it’s still a pain in the neck. The effects of her speaking are immediately dangerous, devastating, and/or life threatening. The phrase “Looks like an Angel; Sounds like a Demon” definitely applies. She doesn’t know all that she can do, sometimes her ability takes her by surprise. Her fears of harming someone will cause her to hold back. She is deeply embarrassed by her inability to speak. Something about not being able to sing saddens her from time to time. With a code name of Siren, it feels wrong.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: ( ? ? ? ? ? )
Martial Arts – It’s hard to tell exactly what styles Isabella follows, but after sparring with her, a cocktail of disciplines will emerge. It has been noted that she utilizes a mix of karate, jujitsu, judo, aikido, and savate. It’s almost as if she’s been taught for a period of time from several different teachers, all with different skills. The end result is something just as graceful as it is terrifying.
Stealth – If Isabella doesn’t wish someone to hear her approach; They won’t.
Strategy/Tactics – She seemed to display an immediate knack for these things while working with Batgirl in Blüdhaven. The more she is exposed to high pressure situations, the better her reactions seem to be.
Gymnastics – She seems almost naturally flexible, as if part of her might have been born liquid. Experienced gymnasts would recognize rigid formal training, but Isabella can’t recall.
Multi-Lingual – English & Spanish
Small Weapons/Guns – Isabella has shown to be surprisingly adept with a variety of small weapons. She can disassemble and reassemble a handgun with an extremely creepy near military precision. That isn’t to say that she’s a marksman, but it’s certainly nothing to laugh at. She may at some point use guns filled with blanks to facilitate her ability.
Others - Who knows... Bella sure doesn't. Time will tell.
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》|Full Name: Quinn Thompson (Anubis of Wepwawet) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers:The Anthropologist, Q, Anubis
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian (Egyptian God) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: English (Duat)
》| Birthday: 5th of March (Exact Birth Unknown) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 151, but looks to be in his mid twenties (Exact Age Unknown)
》| Height: 5'7" (6'4")
》| Weight: 132 (205)
》| Build: Fairly toned (Perfect Physique)
》| Hair Color: Brown (Black)
》| Eye Color: Light Blue (Yellow)
》| Skin Tone: Fair (Tanned, but black body fur covers it)
》| Notable Features: An Ankh is splayed across is back, though it does not appear to be a tattoo. It disappears whenever Anubis takes over. His eye color switches to Anubis' whenever the latter assumes control of his body. Quinn can shift into Anubis' own form when Anubis allows it, taking on the form of a much taller and larger jackal-like humanoid. Blood analysis reveals that his entire body composition changes when shifting into Anubis' form, from his blood type, hair color, and even muscle mass and bone structure, gaining a jackal head and a tail and affected hands and legs.
》| Standard Attire: While Quinn has no real preferences for what he chooses to wear (though will stick to usually formal wear), Anubis prefers the highest quality of fabric and adornments, often forcing Quinn to wear jewelry or sashes akin to royalty. When Anubis assumes control and brings out his form, their clothing is immediately transformed to Anubis' standard attire of cloth, armor, jewelry, and gold emblem, though the actual design and getup varies from time to time.
》| Uniform: Quinn's uniform is only limited to a protective black undersuit made from modern material, which offers some protection. Anubis magically provides him robes, jewelry, some armor, gold bands, and a mask in the shape of his own visage whenever Quinn enters any sort of combat, but is meant more for looks and hubris. Quinn chooses to wear the mask only when discretion is needed, much to Anubis' annoyance. When Anubis takes over, he wears his own set of clothing that is similar to Quinn's, but as stated before, the actual design and composition varies with each shift to match the god's tastes. Anubis also grants Quinn his own Was scepter.
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》| Noted Biography: There are many variations and versions of Egyptian mythology and its gods. The following tells the story of Anubis, and his fall from grace.
Anubis was originally created to be the protector of graves, and involved with the embalming process in mummification. Wepwawet, Anubis' father associated with war and graves, sought to make Anubis grow past his initial duties, and imprinted in the jackal headed god the idea of ascending beyond his peers. It was not long before Anubis sought to grow his powers, and moved beyond being a protector of graves. Taking his father's war experience and views to heart, Anubis trained and studied tirelessly to expand his abilities, wanting nothing more than to be recognized for his efforts. They were eventually realized when his talents and exploits led him to the throne of the Underworld, where he would oversee the realm of the dead, rule over them, and become their highest power. He was to pass judgement on those that entered his domain, and act as a the representative of it. There was little the Lord of the Underworld couldn't do now, and he remained in power many centuries.
But Anubis was not created for the role of Lord of the Underworld, and thus, his existence and thoughts did not revolve around it. His father's words and teachings, sprouted from war theologies and concepts, made him believe that he must almost want more. He was not content with simply ruling over the Underworld. Judgement and overseeing, despite being quite adept at it, was not his to accept as his only responsibilities. There was always room to expand, like an emperor, to other lands and domains, and make them his. The Underworld could always be improved. His thirst for power was not sated.
Over time, Anubis would alter the role of the Lord of the Underworld, ruling over his domain like an empire, growing in strength and creating an mass of loyal followers in the mortal realm. He began to teach a new punishment for disgraced and dishonored mortals in Ancient Egypt, which would have the tortured souls forever serve under the god in the afterlife as penance for the wrongdoings, rather than a simple execution and eternal suffering in the afterlife. But punishment was not his intention...he simply wanted followers that would eternally serve him in the underworld. It was of no coincidence that his favorite disgraced souls happened to be soldiers, elite guards of pharaohs, talented servants, and foreign warriors captured as prisoners of war and conquest.
By the time the rest of the Egyptian pantheon had began to question some of his radical changes, Anubis had already reformed much of the Underworld to his liking, his empire created...and ready to expand. The once simple afterlife was twisted and molded into his own creation, and no longer a simple resting area for the dead...but an empire that Anubis intended to forever rule, and those sent there would serve him out of proxy. As the other realms questioned his motives, Anubis had already set his eyes on his next conquest: the mortal realm. However, before he could plan out his attack of the mortal realm, a decision had been reached by the other gods: that his changes to the Underworld were too much, and had altered what the original intention of the Underworld was. The pantheon had decided that he was to step down from his role of the underworld, and pass it on to another, leaving Anubis with his original role to pass judgement to the dead, and partake in the Weighing of the scales. Anubis had no choice but to comply, lest he face the wrath of the rest of divine. The god Osiris was made to replace him, and with his sole purpose to be just the Lord of the Underworld, it was assured that he would stick to his job, and not become as radical as Anubis was.
For a time, that seemed to solve their concerns: Anubis warily accepted his lowered role, and Osiris already seemed to be a more neutral candidate for the throne. But Anubis wasn't accepting. He resented his peers conspiring against him and degrading him to a lower role, and replacing him with a god that did not aim to take initiative. He had already tasted the power an empire brought him, and he would forever remember the wrongdoing committed against him by his peers. But he was no match for the rest of his gods. So, he would dutifully remain in his new role for now, but continue to hone his abilities and build alliances with other gods taking residence in the Underworld with him, for the eventual uprising he would dream to throw against Osiris, and reclaim his throne.
It came sooner than it was expected, however. Anubis had one day learned that Osiris had began breaking down his empire in the Underworld, dissolving the strict regime placed over, and essentially undoing the greatest good he believed he brought to the realm. Osiris was set to return his domain to it's simpler origins, and Anubis would not have that. He accelerated his plans of usurping the throne, hastily creating a quick scheme to remove Osiris.
When he finally sprung it, Osiris was woefully unprepared. Anubis had amassed a small army of souls and forced Osiris to concede to him, forcefully taking back what was formerly his. Anubis made quick work to try and rebuild the empire Osiris attempted to break apart. But in Anubis' haste to reclaim the throne, he had neglected to create a strong enough force to resist the other gods' from barring down on him once they had learned of his exploit. It did not take long for them to learn, and to act accordingly: Anubis' scrounged together force was no match for the full wrath of the other Egyptian gods, who were quick to remove Anubis from the throne and put to trial. His punishment would have been eternal suffering and eradication, were it not for the few allies he made in the other gods of the Underworld. It was decided that Anubis would be imprisoned in the mortal realm he so sought to take over, his powers drastically reduced and effectively robbed of his godhood. He would be trapped in a tomb that was cursed to forever remain impossible to track, due to it's location buried in the sands of the Sahara Desert constantly shifting each day. It was hoped that his imprisonment would give him time to reflect on his actions, and to atone for his wrongdoings. But Anubis saw none: he was convinced what he was doing was right, and this punishment was unjust...but there was nothing he could do to resist his punishment. But there was a flaw in his punishment: while it was incredibly unlikely, Anubis could escape from his prison by transferring himself from the shrine that he was bound to to a mortal soul that came upon his tomb. It was unlikely, but still possible, and the mortal he bound himself to would be cursed with agelessness and the inability to pass onto the afterlife if killed. But Anubis' powers would also be transferred to the mortal (albiet, in a weaker form). Anubis would have the opportunity to hone his powers again to return to the Underworld and reclaim his role if he was able to. In the meantime, the Egyptian pantheon did it's best to remove the dishonor Anubis had brought to his brothers and sisters by reducing Anubis' presence in written lore, and even more so after Osiris' rise to power. And so was the story of the rise and fall of Anubis, a god who's ambition cost him his godhood.
But he would have his opportunity to return.
Quinn Thompson, born from an unremarkable family in England during the Edwardian Era, had always grown up with ambitions to learn about the world around him. Specifically, to learn about the people inhabiting it. He made sure his studies in school reflected his interests, and filled his life with prodding questions (sometimes too pushy) in an effort to learn about others' cultures. A life in cultural anthropology seemed like the perfect career for him. It did not take too much effort to earn high enough marks to enter a prestigious university, and become a certified anthropologist.
His studies of different cultures brought him to numerous countries, but with his growing fascination, he never stayed longer than 2 months before moving to another place. His parents frequently wrote to him, asking him to slow down and take his research slowly. Their pleas often fell on deaf ears, Quinn always burying himself in his work. He was a valuable resource for those who hired him, as he was always eager to get back to work.
His biggest job came when archaeologists came across ruins in Egypt, and word of their find spread all throughout the world. While it wasn't completely related to his field of work, Quinn made a venture to Egypt, intent on learning of new information regarding past human culture. The dig sites contained a wealth of information waiting to be uncovered and recorded, and Quinn darted from new find to new find, assisting archaeologists with whatever he could do. His fate changed when a sandstorm forced he and the dig crew he stationed with to take refuge for the day, leaving a restless Quinn to eagerly await resuming. Late into the night, with the sandstorm still somehow howling much longer than they usually do, Quinn realized he could not find his notebook full of information gathered from the digs. He remembered leaving it on the ground, but couldn't remember exactly where. Not wanting to risk it flying away or being buried by the sandstorm, Quinn set out of his tent and into the sandstorm to retrieve his notes. He would not return to his tent that night, nor the next, or at all.
Quinn, after stumbling around in the sandstorm for several minutes, had become aware of a low rumbling and what sounded like chanting somewhere over the sound of wind and sand blowing against him. He lost his footing on some unseen object and tumbled forward...but did not land for some time. He had fallen into some sort of crevice, and slid down into what appeared to be some cavern. The way behind him was closed off by layers of sand almost immediately, forcing Quinn deeper into the underground tunnel. Rock and sand soon gave way to stonework and limestone, creating an entrance to some sort of chamber. His entrance into the cavern was quickly sealed off once he stepped foot into there, sand once again preventing his retreat.
The chamber he found himself contained many pictures and hieroglyphics among the walls, as well as a gold-adorned sarcophagus held up by a stone table in the middle of the room, the image of some jackal headed being decorating it. Many statues of a jackal-headed being were lined up against the walls, all kneeling towards the magnificent sarcophagus in the center. Quinn was drawn to the gold coffin, admiring its finish despite his circumstance. But when he finally got close enough to slid his hand onto the coffin, a booming voice drew his hand back with its bellow.
At last, a mortal finds his way into my prison. You shall be the instrument of my escape, and serve a purpose far greater than you alone could ever achieve.
As Quinn withdrew from the coffin, the lid suddenly flew open, a clawed hand reaching out and grabbing him by the wrist. The anthropologist could do little but quiver as a pair of glowing eyes lit up from the inside of the darkness of the sarcophagus, his vision growing blurry from a sudden loss of energy. It did not take long for Quinn to collapse onto the floor, the last thing he saw before he faded out of consciousness was a large figure pulling itself out of the gold case and reaching down towards him.
When Quinn awoke later, he was still inside the mysterious chamber, though the sarcophagus was knocked over and empty. His body ached, but there didn't' seem to be any wounds on him. As he tried to stand, the voice from before echoed out. "It seems your will is stronger than I gave credit to, or perhaps time has weakened my abilities more than I thought. It is unfortunate that I have simply transferred myself from a gold prison to a more fleshy one, but this one has the potential to grow. Now suffer the curse of Anubis!"
Anubis, the fallen god of Egyptian lore, had sealed himself within Quinn's mind and body, cursing the young man, while also granting him powers similar to the Egyptian god. Anubis would not waste time as he explained his intentions: to slowly retrieve his power until he could return to the Underworld and reclaim his throne. Quinn was simply his vessel, a means to escape his prison set by the other gods. The unaging life that was bestowed would would ensure Quinn had plenty of time to grow in power and become suitable for the malevolent god residing within him.
With the perpetual watch of Anubis, Quinn was navigated out of the ruins of Anubis' chamber, returning to the surface. Forcing the anthropologist to leave his family behind to begin immediately honing his new power, Quinn traveled deep into the desert and disappeared, leaving the group he left behind and making them believe he simply vanished. With the eternal life he had been cursed with, Quinn was forced to make his colleagues and family believe he had perished in the harsh desert as he began Anubis' harsh training and teachings of his newfound powers. He would spend the next century traveling the world and growing in power, remaining far enough from society that relationships with others was near impossible, but Anubis would grant Quinn moments of 'recess' in which Quinn was free to do whatever he desired for a month's time before resuming his work. The anthropologist usually spent this free time exploring new cultures and keeping up with the recent finds and trends in anthropology. Despite remaining quite invested in his work, he was not able to publish his findings or share his knowledge with the world, lest he draw attention to himself. He never stayed in a country for more than a year or so before moving onto the next, similarly to his previous career.
Now, in today's modern world of growing crime and evil, Quinn has watched nearly a century's worth of human corruption and suffering in his travels, creating a strong sense of guilt as time went on. Despite Anubis' dark intentions and methods, Quinn had grown to feel guilty for the 'evil' his power was composed of, the suffering of man magnifying his emotions. He finally decided to use his power towards a benevolent cause in joining the Justice League, believing there would be the best place for someone of his power to be able to help others on a large scale. Anubis, however, remained steadfast to obtain more power, and only agreed with Quinn to join the Justice League due to wanting test his abilities on stronger mortals.
》| Family : All of his close family has passed away due to time. Quinn refuses to make contact with any extended family or descendants of his siblings. Anubis remains his only close contact resembling any sort of family (despite how tormenting it is).
》| Personality:Quinn was once a bright, cheerful young man that lived to learn more about the world around him. His kind and honest nature made it easy to befriend others both out and in the field, often becoming quite the challenge to get someone to despise him. Now, with the erosion of time and death, Quinn's honest nature has made him quite more blunt and jaded. He often looks tired with the world. His lack of visible emotion does not mean he has none/little, only that he has issues expressing it now. Though he has a lonely nature, Quinn has aspirations to make new connections with people, despite Anubis constantly reminding him that he will most likely outlive any friend he makes. One of the few things that Quinn has managed to hold onto throughout his many years is his sense of morals, and to constantly do the right thing, which is oddly magnified by Anubis' tendency to pass judgement on others. His old nature, cheerful and bright, returns to the surface and breaks his numbed exterior whenever he comes across a culture or people he has not encountered before, often antagonizing the subject with constant questions and interviews, intent to learn more.
Anubis, on the other hand, is cold, unflinching in his judgements and absolute on opinion. His haughty nature is a result of once being a god and emperor of celestial power that transcended life and death. He constantly views Quinn as a tool and pawn, despite being a prisoner of the mortal's body. He makes no secret to tell Quinn how disposable he will be once Anubis has attained his power and finds a way to leave his prison. However, for all of his coldness, Anubis does know that Quinn's death will mean his own as well, so long as he is trapped to Quinn, so he does well to assure that Quinn remains healthy and alive for both their sakes (but mostly for the god's own). Anubis lives by a set of Ancient Egyptian doctrines ingrained in him by his fellow gods and his father that dictate his personality and hospitality in certain individuals or settings, which is often the only thing that prevents him from being a complete a** at times. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Quinn's desire to do the right thing will in any situation often guides him to intervene and express his opinion in any matter, and to always look towards setting others on the right path, despite his own being muddled. His will is deeply driven by his beliefs.
Anubis, despite his superior nature, will show an amazing amount of respect to others who he feels earns it, which is influenced by his doctrines or his own guidelines. He will offer support and guidance to those who pass his judgement (despite how harsh they can be at times). He has the uncanny ability to see the caliber of one's character through their actions. This is a trait that Quinn is slowly picking up for himself. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Quinn's honesty has turned into a blunt edge, often not softening his words and sometimes clashing with others as a result. His very same morals that guide him to do the right thing could also be the very reason he rubs the wrong way to people, sometimes coming down as stern and overtly driven.
Anubis has little desire to converse with those he feels are not his time, and will often encourage Quinn to do the same. He will often stir up drama if he knows it will bother others. His arrogant and spoiled nature allows him to look down to others and belittle them.
》| Likes: Culture, gourmet and exotic foods, discussions, a sound morality, cleanliness, feeling safe, quiet, meats
(antagonizing Quinn, having his ego stroked, becoming more powerful/Quinn embracing his power, the power to dominate others, luxurious items like silk and jewelry, those that fall in line with his beliefs, war and conflict, meats)
》| Dislikes: loud rooms, being denied sleep, spices, a reliance of technology, constantly being told what to do, a lack of etiquette
(chatty mortals, atheists, those that claim superiority over him, enclosed spaces, sitting/standing still for too long, betraying trust)
》| Hobbies: Reading, chess, drawing, swimming
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》| Superhuman Ability: Quinn's soul, mind, and body has been melded together with the Egyptian God, Anubis. This grants with him a curse (blessing?) that gives him range of the god's powers, which includes necromancy (to a degree), regeneration, and eternal youth. Despite Anubis' guidance and immense power, his imprisonment underneath the sands of the Sahara and being cursed to Quinn's body have vastly weakened his powers. As such, Anubis contains only a fraction of the power he once held, but he is able to relearn and train his abilities to perfection once again. Quinn, being a human, will never have the same grasp as Anubis, but has the potential ascend past his limits and become something more with more centuries worth of experience and training.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Necromancy: Quinn has the ability to call upon the souls trapped in the Egyptian Underworld, specifically those tied to Anubis. This includes those sacrificed in Anubis' name, disgraced soldiers seeking redemption in the afterlife, servants who pledged loyalty to the god, and a handful of elite guardsmen that Anubis himself plucked. The souls he calls upon take on a ghostly form, their armor (or clothing) and weaponry feeling tangible, but their skin and flesh being quite ghostly. These souls are bound to do whatever Quinn (or Anubis) orders them to do. Any soul that perishes in battle will simply return to the Underworld, and can be used again the next day. The souls do not feel pain and impaling them/injuring them merely slows them down.
Regeneration: Anubis' control over the Underworld energy he has access to allows Quinn to regenerate wounds and injuries that would often take months or years to completely heal in a matter of minutes or hours, depending on their severity. This also comes with an enhanced durability and an increased tolerance to pain, allowing Quinn to live through a higher number of things that would outright kill others (immolation, blood loss, freezing temperatures, etc.). His regeneration process could be sped up if he is holding an ankh.
Eternal Youth: Being that it is quite difficult to completely depower a god, Anubis still clings to some sort of immortality. The sands of time do not affect Quinn or Anubis, and as a result, they do not age (i.e., bones becoming more brittle, skin losing elasticity, memory loss, etc.).
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Necromancy: Quinn can only summon a maximum of four souls. These souls, while painless, can still be forced back to the Underworld if they take too much damage (sufficient to the amount of damage a living soul would take before they die). Any injury that would kill a living person can kill them as well, and since they do not care if they perish again, they will often act reckless in their attacks and behavior. Repeatedly summoning souls drains Quinn's stamina, and can cause him to collapse in exhaustion. Quinn cannot call any deceased soul to his control: only those that are in the Egyptian Underworld, and even then, only those that are specifically tied to Anubis through sacrifice, dishonor, or personal favor to Anubis.
Regeneration: While difficult to kill, Quinn is still quite capable of dying. Disease still affects him normally. While regenerating, Quinn suffers excruciating pain in the process. His regeneration takes longer the more severe it is.
Eternal Youth: Again, while unaging, Quinn is still capable of dying.
Curse: Anubis' curse has weakened him, and there are failsafes built into his prison. Anubis is incapable of bringing harm to those carrying an Ankh made of some metal , mineral, or embroidered on some parchment. Quinn is not bound by this specific weakness, though Anubis does encourage him to follow it as he were as well.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Anubis exudes a far greater grasp of control over these same powers. If Quinn so chooses, Anubis can temporarily take control of Quinn's body and transform into Anubis' form. In this empowered state, Anubis' can summon up to 10 more spirits, can regenerate much faster than Quinn can. Quinn usually doesn't allow Anubis to do so, but will only if the situation is desperate enough.
Although he still needs to eat just as Quinn does, Anubis does not require sleep, and will temporarily take over Quinn's body whenever he falls asleep. However, the moment he wakes up, Quinn immediately retakes control of his body. As such, Anubis will often patrol or study whilst Quinn's mind slumbers. Quinn will awake with no memory of what transpired during Anubis' control, save for any aches and pains Anubis may have acquired during his activities. This has led Quinn to forgo sleep at times if he feels it is not a good idea to leave Anubis in control. However, Anubis' power is even more limited during Quinn's slumber, and he cannot shift into his form.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Combat with a staff (Master), Hand to Hand combat (Intermediate), Chess (Master). Quinn is very intelligent, and has a wealth of knowledge and wisdom amassed from his own (lengthened) life, and Anubis' knowledge. He is not completely savvy to technology, but philosophy, sciences, the cultures he has come across and mathematics have become easy for him to understand and even teach. He does, however, learn at the same pace the average human does: he simply has had more time to learn.
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》|Full Name: Slen Tiverius Au'Kham xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Sven Occam, Psyhound
》| Ethnicity: Kraithemian xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Vraid, the Capitol City
》| Birthday: 12th of Rakshahn (April 13th) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 26 Solar Annuals
》| Height: 6'6''
》| Weight: pounds
》| Build: Slim but muscular.
》| Hair Color: Dark Brown
》| Eye Color: Honeybrown
》| Skin Tone: Pale
》| Notable Features:Subject has a tendency to perform exaggerated facial expressions. Subjects eyes have a tendency to glow blue. Subject's heart on opposite side and has several abnormal organs including a second pancreas and liver.
》| Standard Attire: Subject appears to indulge in suits, bowties, plaid. Terrible. Terrible fashion sense. And covers up a lot.
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》| Noted Biography: Slen was born and raised in the Capitol city of an advanced alien world called Kraithem. The Kraithemian people are a matriarchal society, with many of its leaders being females and the female populous usually being politicians and leaders. Not that men are oppressed. In fact, Kraithem is very good at finding Gender-equality for all of its citizens. Men are often the stay-at-home dads, despite married couplings having the male surname passed forward. They say this is because the Male entrusts his surname to the female, who shall carry its glory forward in their marriage. This equality leaves many Kraithemians confused when visiting worlds where other sexes and genders are not readily accepted and kept as equal. Perhaps the reason for the equality is due to the Kraithems being powerful Psychometric users with high level psychic power. Kraithems don't really show emotion, and are experts at compartmentalizing as well as burying their emotions in favor of logic and thinking. Kraithemian criminals are especially difficult to track and recognize as such.
That's where Slen comes in. Slen's mother is the Police Chief of the Kraithem Capitol city. Police in the Kraithem culture are all usually trained in using their innate psychic abilities to track down and apprehend criminals, since they are so hard to find using what humans would consider conventional methods. Slen wanted to be the best of the best in the police force, just like his mother. And would shoot high in his goals. At a young age, despite being told it was more probable that he would simply marry and be a house husband, Slen knew he was going to be in Law Enforcement. He focused intensely on his studies, and exercised regularly for the combat and physical taxation that the psychometric powers would have on his body. He was an intense student, single-minded in his goal. And it paid off.
At a young age he ended up in the "Eyes of Kraith". A division of the police department more closer related to the FBI in Earth culture. Powerful Psychometic users capable of tracking and locating criminals through long distances and difficult logical mind games. His own innate ability towards tracking earned him the nickname "Psyhound" after the dog-like creature on Kraith known to hunt their prey using mental prowess over smelling ability. Slen was on the track to a long and prosperous career as a member of The Eyes. That was, until there was an incident. A Kraithem serial killer known as The Render had long been terrorizing throughout the planet. And Slen was given the case. The Render was always one step ahead of Slen though. Always just beyond his reach. Desperate to capture the criminal, Slen poured all of his focus and time into his job. Eventually, he figured out The Render's "scent" and tracked him to an experimental Spaceship dock. There, the two engaged in a firefight that culminated in both of them being launched into space on a large experimental cruiser.
The cruiser was an experiment in using Psychometric abilities to open and close wormholes. However, neither Render or Slen were trained in this skill. And as such, the wormhole opened by the Cruiser's autopilot was unstable. With space-time shakily opened around them, the two continued their fight. Wounded, and not wishing to chance the wormhole The Render used a supplied Emergency Escape Pod, but not before disabling all the other pods. Stranding Slen onboard the experimental ship, the Render cryogenically froze himself and launched to safety. To be found eventually by someone. The Render's current whereabouts are unknown. Slen, on the other hand, tried desperately to stabilize the ship. Using manuals and basic piloting skills he got just enough stability to escape the wormhole, sending him careening through space.
Slen crashed on Earth. His ship a wreck, and his own body weak from the fight with Render. The Kraithem was stranded outside of Smallville. He was found by several teenager out at a bonfire party. Seeking to help the alien from his crashed ship, the teens caused skin to skin contact. Which proved to be a terrible thing to Slen. The human mind. Unguarded and untrained like the Kraithem mind, was a Hurricane of psychic energy. The side effects were too intense. The stress of human emotions made Slen's body physically ill, causing his already stressed body to collapse in an intense fever. The teen who was touched him panicked, and dragged him to his house to try and help him.
For days Slen was cared for by the Dufrains, a small family in the Kansas farmlands. They dragged what was left of the Experimental ship into their barn, and peeled Slen from his damaged suit. Unprotected from the world, Slen's condition worsened. The family regularly fed him and tried to use ice and washcloths to relieve his fever. Each little bit of contact dangerously harming his body. In a fit of panic Slen made it clear that they shouldn't touch him, through the use of a broken water glass and a begging expression on his face. Eventually, Slen regained enough strength to stumble to the ship. Checking inside he found that the Psychohydraulic-water purifier still worked. And he scrubbed his suit clean of any psychic residue before mending "psychically sterilized" uniform and slid it back on. He meditated for days and used the ship's translator functions to learn some rudimentary English using cobbled together radio and tv transmissions. Eventually he was healthy enough to thank the family and apologize for his rudeness. As well as thank them for the care. However, Slen realized that he was incapable of physical contact with humans. And that being outside his suit made him highly vulnerable to the "emotional-psychic residue" that filled the very air around humans. He would have to remain in his suit for the duration of his stay on Earth.
He became more acquainted with the life of an Earthling, but this time slowly and without contact. Slowly learning English through his translator and basic vocabulary learned from the Dufrains. Eating proved a problem as most objects on Earth still carried enough psychic backlash that he was left unsettled. Weeks after his crash though, the league caught up to him. Unsure if he was an alien menace or not, several members found him and talked with him. Slen learned that Kraithem laid far outside any known trade routes of this galaxy, and that he was far, FAR from home. Discussing it with the league, he offered his skills and training to them in exchange for help in returning home some day. The League, still unsure of his motives and skills, decided put him with the other new recruits. And so, with his special needs taken into consideration the League is finally ready for Slen to move in...
》| Family : Father- Laz Au'kham. House-Husband. 52. Mother- Chief Rana Au'kham. Chief of Police of Vraid. 47. Older Sister- Meos Vi'Rahns. Police Sniper. 28. (Twin. Married) Older Brother- Tarsh Au'kham. Psychometry Instructor at Vraid Military Academy. 28. (Twin) Younger Sister- Liett Au'Kahm. Student. 17.
》| Personality:Slen seems very subdued and comes off as kind of goofy for his rigid way of speaking mixed with his over the top facial movements. In truth the exaggerated expressions are his attempt at blending in with the crowd, as he is unable to fully understand the emotions and subtleties of human body language. Beyond this, Slen is not totally emotionless. They are just deep under the surface under years of training and a naturally taught love of logic. Slen attempts to tackle all problem logically. Weighing risks and costs and values before coming to a decision. He is often serious, and can be singleminded in his thought processes.
His personality has some interesting quirks though. Slen's inability to utilize his powers frustrates him. Having been a powerful and well-trained Psychometric on Kraithem, the effects of human emotions on his mind is unsettling and annoying. Constantly having to guard himself and dull his powers frustrates him more than he'd ever let on. He's also worried about the Render. The escape pod was well built. So somewhere out there is a criminal at large and it's his fault. His obsession with the killer will not be satiated until he brings him to justice. And above all else, Slen is isolated. Alone, lightyears from his family and friends. His career in limbo, unable to touch or even fully understand humans, and unable to ever really leave his suit for fear of contact making him ill again. This self-imposed quarantine weighs heavily on Slen. Making him ache for some contact, but also being frightened of it. Slen is also nervous around women, being from a society where men are most commonly stay-at-home dads he's in no hurry to date or get married in any way. His obsession with his "career" a tad unhealthy at times. Also to note is that like all Kraithems, their view of justice via logic makes them view the law in very gray shades. He can be brutal by Earth standards. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Calm under fire, Logical Thinker, Intelligent xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Obsession with Nemesis, Fish out of water, Frustrated and Isolated feeling
》| Likes: -Candy (has never had chocolate though) -The Law -Stargazing -Reading -Standing in the Rain -Sensory Deprivation Tanks
》| Dislikes:-Isolation -Getting sick -People who take advantage of his naivety -Getting human language wrong
》| Hobbies: Slen enjoys reading, most kinds of music, puzzles, studying human culture and training. He is fond of visiting museums and says there is a "shared feeling of awe" by being in them. He's a major history buff, and is all around devouring as much knowledge of Earth he can get. He also enjoy swimming, though he has to wear his containment suit to do so. He says he enjoys the feeling of weightlessness water gives him. As if he were unsuited.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Psychometric Tracking. The ability to view "trails" of psychic residue unique to an individual.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Crowds- Like trying to pluck a single strand from a grand tapestry, picking one Psychic Trail from many can be difficult if not impossible.
Exact: The trail disappears and reappears with the person precisely. Meaning anyone who travels through another dimension to another point, or teleports away will have their trail simply vanish.
Time: The trail is not permanent and can go cold after awhile, fading fully away in about a week's time. Though residual trails can be located and followed with greater difficulty. Anything past a few months is basically impossible.
Skin-To-Skin Contact: Human emotions can strain human bodies to the point of ulcers and health problems. For Kraithemians, the strength of human emotions cause physical illness. As such, Subject cannot touch other human beings and will even get physically ill if exposed to the Psychically-Charged Earth Atmosphere for long periods of time.
Required Cleansing: Even in his containment suit, Subject is exposed to enough of the Psychically-saturated human atmosphere that without weekly cleansing of his mind and body he may develop physical illness or mental instability.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Slen's Psychometric powers used to be more powerful and varied, but with the limitations of his body on Earth he can only access the Psychometric Tracking.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Kraithar-Ka (Intermediate) - The Ancient Martial Arts of the Eyes of Kraithem. Standard police-style mixed martial arts. Focusing on arm bars and joint pins to apprehend criminals as efficiently as possible. Coming from a civilization where female police officers are not unheard of (and sometimes expected), the style incorporates for the size difference between attackers and teaches the use of full-body attacks as well. This makes the style seem closer to professional wrestling in its over the top grappling and aerial maneuvers. However the founder of Kraithar-Ka, The Warrior-Priestess Vunesh, points out logically "A 200 pound man's fist only bear the weight of his hand. My body is 120 pounds, but if I use all of it the strike bears the full weight of my body. In this way, 120 is much heavier than 200." It also imparts training in the use of the Kraithem Police Arsenal such as Riot Gear - Slen's Suit is a standard issue Eye-Of-Kraithem Special Ops suit. Bulletproof, Air filter in the helmet and eye protection. It was made to be used in sting operations as well as Riot Control. And though Slen lost most of the gear accompanying the suit in the crash he retained two important weapons -Twin Weighted Riot Batons. Like the name says. Durable, dense, and brutal. -Psymace. A type of mace used in Kraithem that causes an inability to focus. Making psychic attacks or powers temporarily more difficult to use. However he only has VERY limited quantities.
Offworlder (Intermediate) - Slen may know more about offworld threats than others, being from another planet. He also may understand extraterrestrial technology better.
Different Physiology - Kraithem anatomy differs from humans. Especially in nerve clusters, organs and the like. While this makes medical attention partially impossible since no one on Earth is really trained as a Kraithem surgeon, it has some perks. Including two pancreases and two livers. Making rich foods and alcohol not a problem for his body. His different nerve-clusters also make nerve pinches in standard Earth Kung-Fu ineffective unless the user learns Kraithem anatomy and where the new nerve clusters are.
Logical Thinker/Lessened Emotion (Master) - Kraithemians are a logical species, and as such anything involving Logical and linear thinking is right up his alley. He is also better at overcoming emotions such as fear, rage and the like by suppressing these emotions.
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》| Noted Biography: Aubrey and Daniel celebrated the day that they found out that Aubrey was finally pregnant. Within a month of being pregnant, Aubrey's doctors were becoming worried with the rate of her condition, she seemed to be deteriorating slowly. It was a mystery illness in which they forced her to quit her job and become hospitalized. Aubrey taken the route of a Librarian and Daniel, was a Writer by trade and semi-secretly a Warlock, this was not hidden from his young wife.
Months continued to pass by and Aubrey's condition only grew worse, her husband Daniel had stopped coming to see her at the hospital often. At first he was there every day, but there was something even she didn't know. Daniel had a secret that even his wife wasn't aware of.
When Daniel was born, he was to be wed to a pre-chosen bride when he turned 21. Since Daniel and Aubrey fell in love during High-School and married at the tender age of 18, he thought he would be able to elude the pre-destined marriage. He was wrong. Daniel's supposed-to-be Wife tracked him down and approached him one night at the house. Daniel told her that the marriage would not happen, he was in love, he had a family. Unbeknownst to him, this signed a death warrant for his soon to be family. A curse was set that night on his wife while she lay resting in the hospital, but the spell was absorbed by the only person who wasn't protected with a charm - the unborn baby.
Aubrey's condition still dwindling down, to the point that she was on oxygen, a heart monitor, being given food and fluids through IV's only. She was kept inside of a plastic tent inside of the hospital room. She was only four months pregnant at this point in time, however the pregnancy was at such a high risk the doctors were begging her to allow them to help before it was too late. Aubrey of course seemingly abandoned by Daniel at this point in time, had fallen into a depressive like state, but still refused for the doctors to take the child as the child may not survive.
The hospital attempted to contact Daniel to no avail, they sent the police to the house in order to make the husband know the condition of his wife. When the police arrived there, the house was internally shambled, broken furniture, glass, burn marks. There was no sign of Daniel to be found. Aubrey, upon hearing this news was not able to push forward anymore, that very night when she fell asleep she was to never awake again.
Reilinn was born on February 29th at 11:37 PM, the same time that her mother Aubrey had perished. The child being completely healthy and seemingly larger than that of a four month old puzzled the doctors - as did the scene in the hospital room. It had only been a few minutes between the alarm of Aubrey's heart stopping and the nurse running in there to begin resuscitation. Aubrey's skin was clung down to the bones, her face sunken in, her eyes seemed to be gone but a healthy baby girl was sitting there making light coo's and staring up at a strange white ceiling.
Reilinn was forced to grow up under the care of her Aunt Ellie, who at the time was 24, adopted Reilinn as her brother Daniel was dubbed by the police as having a mental breakdown due to his wife's condition and fled before the worst happened, as no one really knows what became of him.
Ellie adored Reilinn as if she were her own child and raised her as such. Ellie knew that her 'daughter' was not a normal person, her abilities started when she were young and a bit out of control of course. Mostly her need to eat not only normal food, but the fact that one day Ellie walked in on Reilinn draining the blood from a fresh steak, until it was tough and looked like it was in a freezer for three years. Shocked, but not appalled, Ellie did what was needed to ensure that Reilinn would grow up knowing what to do with her life.
As Reilinn grew older, Ellie had given her something from her father, Daniel. He had left a series of interesting books that Reilinn inherited, along with a few other personal items from both Aubrey and Daniel. Among these were stories about Aubrey and Daniel himself, some about magic and even 'vampires'. There were grave details about their existence, about what they do.. At the very end of the book, there was a small note scribbled down that read "I'm sorry, Daughter" - because of this, Reilinn knows that her father was aware of what she was, at some point in time he had figured it out. But when? There were many questions that could not be answered anymore in her life.
When Reilinn matured, her body stopped growing and she stopped aging as well. Due to this, she would not be able to live in one place for more than roughly 5 years at a time or else it would become a bit suspicious. Relinn attempted to distance herself from others for their own sake, but it never works out as you plan to. You can always make a friend and people that didn't know what she was never could understand the danger they were in if she slipped up, but as she had grown older she gained much more control. Sure there were still accidents and little mess-ups, but her life continues on.
》| Family : Mother - Aubrey Lin Laureline - Deceased - 20 Father - Daniel Ray Laureline - Unknown - Unknown Aunt - Ellie Lou Mackenzie - Alive - Unknown
》| Personality: Reilinn sometimes can be thought of as cold and distant, when she really isn't. She worries for the sake of those that are around her and until she gains perfect control over her own urges, she takes a cautious approach to everything. Sometimes the way she presents herself makes people get a bad first impression, but if given the chance she would be able to fix that. Once she has grown fond of the people around her and developed friendships, there isn't anything that will stand in her way of assisting them. Whether it means lending a hand, taking a hit, being at their side to fight together, or a shoulder to cry on. Reilinn is friendly and compassionate to those who have gained her trust and put their trust and faith in her as well. She is open to making friends and enjoys being an idiot at times as well as pranks, jokes and the likes. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Reilinn loves pranks, laughing and having fun. She does care about people around her, much more than sometimes it seems to show and she is extremely loyal to those who earn her trust and put faith in her.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Reilinn always worries about letting people get too close to her, if she will wind up hurting or possibly killing them, which makes her seem a bit antisocial and come off as cold and uncaring.
》| Likes: The colors Red, Orange and Purple. Blood, Dancing, Baking, Nighttime, Watching The Stars, Scary Movies, Pranks, Freaking People Out, Music, Fighting
》| Dislikes: Know-It-Alls, Green Vegetables, Extreme Heat, Being Cornered, Annoying Children, Cleaning, Being Scared of Herself
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》| Superhuman Ability: Vampirism Reilinn's natural-born abilities give her a near-immunity to most toxins and poisons and chemicals,gives her Superhuman Abilities.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths:Reilinn has the ability of levitation/flight for long distances and can carry at least one other individual with her.
Superhuman strength, if Reilinn does not restrain her exerted strength, she will accidentally destroy things and break bones without meaning to.
Superhuman Speed and Agility, these skills allow Reilinn to work as a spy and to infiltrate easier than most people, as she can move silently as needed in the shadows. Reilinn also is able to manuver through a battlefield and catch enemies offguard, her Superhuman Durability also playing a part in this, as it allows her to heal near-instantaneously without stopping.
Howerver, suffering from extreme bloodloss will not allow her to recover as quickly, Reilinn must eat/drink blood or some form of blood-supply in order to maintain her Superhuman qualities. Without doing so, her abilities will dwindle until they have hit bottom-lows. This is when her body becomes Beserk and she will fall into Blood Lust Mode.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Reilinn is unable to fly when she is suffering from Extreme Bloodloss and her Durability severely changes making her unable to heal herself.
Her abilities start to quickly dwindle if she doesn't replenish her blood and she will fall into Blood Lust Mode.
Sunlight is not going to burn her to a crisp like a marshmallow over a fire, however it does work as a weakening agent. Reilinn strives to remain fully fed and prepared through the daylight hours, when not sleeping, to maintain herself in the best possible condition.
She does not have a repulsion to Crosses like portrayed in all of the horror flicks, but she does have a reaction to them. Reilinn can be weakened by crosses, they act as a restraint on her abilities. Leading to her being slowed down, weakened and eventually unable to heal as quickly. Once a cross is attached, she is unable to remove it herself. This weakness would allow her comrades to stop her if need be.
Reilinn's Bloodlust Mode allows her to gain a sudden and last spurt of hidden energy, raising her Superhuman Abilities past her standard capabilities, but it completely lowers her thought processes and makes her unable to distinguish friend from foe and good actions from bad actions. She becomes an animal and stops at almost no-cost to try and get blood, which could lead to possible death of the involuntary donor.
If Reilinn is unable to get any blood and has gone through her Blood Lust Mode, she will start to seemingly deteriorate from the outside in, her skin will begin to sink into her body and she will look as if she were a corpse. It is unknown if this can lead to a true death for Reilinn, or if given blood after going into a comatose state, that she can be revived. (as it has not happened yet.) It is unknown to everyone currently that she has a Blood Lust Mode, this will only be learned through getting to know her or experiencing it first hand.
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》|Full Name: Duke Davis Ballew xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers:
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 7th of May xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 24
》| Height: 6'2"
》| Weight: 180lbs
》| Build: Muscular
》| Hair Color: Blond
》| Eye Color: Blue
》| Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
》| Notable Features: Where Duke's prostheses parts hook in on his right arm and right leg, there are silver bands that they lock into.
》| Standard Attire: T-shirts and jeans
》| Uniform: spandex
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》| Noted Biography: Duke had a relatively normal childhood. He grew up in the south as a good old country boy, with loving parents and lots of friends. He was a simple boy, but not dumb by any means. He grew up being taught he had a duty to the world and to his family by his Navy serving father. When he turned eighteen he enlisted with the Marines to fulfill these ideals.
With boot camp and training behind him, he because his first four year tour along side one of his best friends, Seth. With in the first year and a half, his squad was sent to the front lines. It took a toll on him and his friend. The death tolls seemed to plateau then, making the boys think the war was finally coming to an end after the years it raged before they had enlisted. Another half year passed as the death tolls dwindled.
It was August sixth that the incident happened. Seth and Duke were sent out on orders to help some civilians. Seth would never make it back. It was a car bomb that was realized little to late. It detonated, killing Seth instantly, and wounding Duke severely. Duke remembers little after the explosion.
For six months Duke lay in a hospital bed in a medically induced coma. The doctors did what they could to salvage as much of his body as they could, but the explosion and shrapnel had taken a toll on his arm and leg, they had to be removed along with his damaged eye. Once it was safe, they took him out of the coma.
For a year Duke struggled to get used to his new life. Prostheses were give to him, but the cold plastic didn't do anything to help his inner turmoil. Seth has been his saving grace, blocking his body from more damage. He blamed himself for the boys death, even though there hadn't been anything he could have done to prevent it. He knew the costs of war, he had known them before enlisting.
After for struggling for a year, the military contacted him. At first he was unsure why, seeing as he had been honorably discharged. Though it left him confused, he welcomed the men into his home that he now shared once more with his parents who looked after him. He welcomed the company of those who understood his loss and sacrifice.
After a month of the visits they revealed why they had decided to contact him. They wanted him to enlist in a program, a military program that would allow him to serve the country again. They explained it was a cybernetic program, that the technology was allowing them to do grate things. He would receive better prosthetics, ones that would grant him the mobility he so missed. It took very little convincing for him to agree, his mother and father standing behind the decision one hundred percent.
For the next two years he worked within the program, learning to control the new pieces of himself and what they were capable of doing. He was glad t have his full sight again, glad to have an arm and leg that listened to his body. For two years they projected what they wanted from the program, training him to be a warrior again. Sadly though, the funding began to run out, and many men were cut from the program. This eventually lead to it being scrapped.
They downgraded his equipment to civilian levels, alieving his fear that they would just simply take back the technology. Again he returned home, disappointed that he couldn't serve his country once again. It took a few months to get over the disappointment, feeling that he could and should do more.
One fateful night he found himself watching the news, and on that night he saw a new superhuman team fighting crime. It was that night that he decided that's what he wanted. That he would leave to try his luck with the Justice League.
》| Family : Bonnie-May Ballew -- Mother, Talmage Ballew -- Father
》| Personality: Duke is a sweet country boy. He is respectful, something his upbringing beat into his head. He is disciplined from his days in the military. Rarely will he question orders. He is loyal and kind to most people, and will do what is asked of him if it is within reason. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Because of his simple upbringing, Duke is a simple man. He is not as book smart as he should be, but rather street smart. He cares too deeply for those that get close, which could cause him to throw himself in front of them in the face of danger. He has little worry for his own well being wien others are involved.
》| Likes: Country music, southern cooking, helping others, whisky.
》| Dislikes: Crime, people who take advantage of other or that simply pick on others, people who talk too much, his nightmares.
》| Hobbies: Video games, playing guitar, sadly he doesn't have very many other hobbies.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Cybernetic parts
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Generally: The cybernetic pieces and parts are made from a strong lightweight steel, making them hard to destroy. When damage is done to them, depending on how severe it is, the parts will repair themselves when they're charging. If the battery runs out in the middle of a fight, he can detach the prosthesis and use them as a weapon. On a fully charged battery, the pieces can run for three or slightly more days when he is not using the weapons they hold. They also give him a boost to his strength.
Cybernetic Arm: Duke is able to produce a low level non lethal concussion blast from it. It can range from a simple jarring shove to full on knocking someone off their feet. He Can also produce a shield form it, using the same type of energy the blast is made from. This shield can be used to block bullets and knives among other things as also be used as a battering shield. The shield produced can be expanded to cover his head to his knees and only blocks from the direction that it is pointed. There is some extra strength given from the cybernetic parts, but not enough to flip cars or completely destory walls.
Cybernetic Leg: This has no abilities at the moment. Anything it was gifted with was shut down by the military, and remained as part of him for his mobility.
Cybernetic Eye: The eye has two settings, assisted aiming and thermal slight. When those are not in use, it acts as a normal eye.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Generally: Because of the downgrade given to the parts when the project was scrapped, Duke has to regularly charge his parts so that they function properly. Now while they do some repairs of their own accord when charging, if the damage is severe he will have to have to have them repaired by someone who knows and understands the technology. When he does charge the pieces, he had to remove them. He has a special charging station for all three pieces. They take twelve hours to charge fully.
Cybernetic Arm: The shield and concussion blast cannot be used at the same time. Because of them being made of the same energy when one is in use, he has to shut it down before switching to the other. When he uses the concussion blast it helps to drain the battery, where the shield is drained the more it is hit. On average the battery can last a full three days, but when he is using the energy stored, it takes a toll, cutting power time in half or more depending on how much he uses the shield and concussion blast.
Cybernetic Leg: At the moment it cannot be used for much more than movement. Upgrades would be needed to expand the power of it.
Cybernetic Eye: Just like with the arm, the more he uses the two weaponized settings, the faster the battery will drain. When he activates either the assisted targeting or the thermal sight, it will take him a few minutes to get used to it. Because he only had one eye replaced it also affects his close up vision when activated. Usually when it is activated he will close his left eye to prevent headaches due to the double vision that is caused.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: Duke knows his guns. He under went training to become a sniper because of his assisted targeting eye.
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》| Birthday: 29 September xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 18
》| Height: 5'10"
》| Weight: 155lbs
》| Build: Thin
》| Hair Color: Dark Brown
》| Eye Color: Brown
》| Skin Tone: Light
》| Notable Features: A few moles peppering his face. In his berserk form, his eyes appear bloodshot, his veins become more visible, but most notably his veins appear black.
》| Standard Attire:A T-shirt, sometimes with a button-up and/or sweater over it, jeans and sneakers. He has terrible eyesight and often wears thick-rimmed glasses, but sometimes opts for contacts. He also usually wears a smart watch.
》| Uniform: His uniform is a power suit designed for durability, but can also be remotely triggered to lock up and safely immobilize him in his berserk state.
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》| Noted Biography:Beaten bloody. Bruised. Broken. Neither in body and mind nor spirit would he ever be the same again after that day…
Vince had always been gifted, with a brilliant mind. He’d always excelled in school, with a mind for puzzles and details, but was never challenged quite enough. He’d never been ‘popular,’ keeping a few close friends but little of a social life. But all things considered, he led a very average life.
The day he was cursed was the day that changed. A scuffle with some classmates left him at the mercy of a couple of older boys. It was a woman walking by the opening of the alley he’d been cornered in that would stop to help.
She’d looked like an ordinary person. By the time he noticed she was a bit more than average, he was already helplessly in her grasp. She tossed his attackers aside like rag dolls and lifted him up by his jaw. She’d breathed something he hadn’t understood - but remembers to this day - into his ear. The words were followed by a white hot burning throughout his body, down to his very core.
A wicked grin played across her face, eyes glowing an ominous silver. Demonic.
“What a weak, pathetic thing you are... Sometimes the only ally you have is your own strength. You'd do well to remember that...”
Then as casually as she had arrive, she strolled off, leaving him to collapse onto the ground.
He writhed in pain as the burning seemed to eat away at him. Then slowly, the pain was washed away. And as much as he had wanted to be freed from the it, the absence thereof was more troubling. He started to think that he was slipping away - dying.
What happened next was more like a vivid nightmare. A memory he wasn’t sure he’d actually lived.
He woke up in his home to find that it hadn’t been just a nightmare. He was quick to notice the blood on his hands. He was in pain again, and exhausted. Getting up wasn’t as easy a task as usual, but he managed. Fear consumed him, only to be drowned out by devastation when he found his parents’ bodies downstairs.
It didn’t take long before he heard the sirens, no doubt one of the neighbors had heard the commotion and called the cops. Most of his head was so jumbled and confused he would have been frozen in shock, but there was another part, a more primal part of him that told him to run.
As he tried to get away, he was chased down. Adrenaline took the edge off of the pain, it fed him the strength to keep running and somehow he got away. A manhunt ensued, as the prime suspect in his parents’ murders, the police did everything they could to find him. And Vince spent his time in hiding, trying to figure out what had happened to him, and make sense of it all.
For a few weeks he managed to evade the hunt as he looked for answers. He didn’t have much to go on though, and as much as he tried to forget what had happened, he just couldn’t get it out of his head. He was a mess emotionally, and restless nights did nothing to help.
When the law finally caught up with him, the slightest provocation set it off again. At gunpoint, he was surrounded, already he could feel his heart racing, his pain numbing. He raised his hands in surrender and they started to close in on him, but it felt like it was happening again and he began pleading with them to stay back.
When they wouldn’t listen, it panicked him, and triggered the curse again. He was outnumbered but not overpowered. His mind was gone, he acted on pure instinct and desire to survive. He didn’t feel the bullets tear through him, he fought as if his life depended on it. And maybe it did...
Before losing consciousness, his mind began to come back to him, only to watch the remaining officers swarm him as he collapsed to the ground.
The next time he opened his eyes, it was as a prisoner.
He ended up in Belle Reve, and after a rough first week, was isolated from the other prisoners - for their safety.
He spent the next three years at Belle Reve. Shortly after he turned eighteen, he was released to the custody of the Justice League. For whatever reason, someone hadn’t thought prison was the place for him. And as much as he’d dreamed of freedom during his incarceration, the nightmares reminded him just why he’d been caged.
》| Family : Parents deceased, no siblings, not in touch with any other family.
》| Personality:Vince isn't exactly 'shy,' but is a quiet guy - and after spending a few years in Belle Reve practically in solitary, he has grown accustomed to being alone. He likes solving puzzles and finding solutions to difficult problems - and is fairly smart and focused. But sometimes can fixate on things a little too much, particularly puzzling problems can keep his mind entranced and keep him from sleeping, or even moving on to something else. He is a relatively calm person but after everything he tends to get apprehensive around other people and prefers to avoid social situations altogether. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: He is a wonderful strategist and problem solver with an eye for detail and a laser focus. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Due in large part to his curse and the time spent in Belle Reve, he's never at his best in social settings and prefers solitude. He also has trouble letting unsolved puzzles go and can tend to obsess on them.
》| Likes:Solitude, reading, strategic games and difficult puzzles.
》| Dislikes: Attention, fear, tension and high stress situations, crowds.
》| Hobbies: Yoga, meditation, reading, chess.
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》| Superhuman Ability:Berserker Physiology - as an extreme fight or flight response, Vince loses all rational restraint to fight relentlessly against everything and everyone. He feels no pain and gains significant boosts to his physical abilities. Once he has exhausted his energy, he will come out of his berserk state - significantly weakened.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: He becomes very strong, fast and agile. He can easily toss a car with the strength of many men, and his speed and agility make him hard to hit, as well as escape. Unable to feel pain, he can ignore physical - even fatal - damage to keep fighting.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: In his berserk form, he loses his intelligence and rational mind, descending into a berserk and feral state that does not distinguish friend from foe and targets all in his wake. He may not feel pain but he can still be injured, immobilized or killed. He often injures himself in berserk form, and injuries aside, the power overload takes a huge toll on his body, stresses his muscles and depletes every bit of his energy which leaves him recovering in bed, sometimes for days.
The curse has tainted his soul and he has inherited a weakness to the holy. He physically cannot step on land protected by potent faith. A simple religious symbol cannot hurt him but the berserker - as well as Vince - both tend to avoid them. In the hands of someone of strong faith, these symbols can burn him in either state upon contact.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Due to the extremely high levels of adrenaline in his system when his curse is activated, ordinary tranquilizers will not work on him. And any tranquilizer that can stop his berserk form could easily kill him in his usual state.
》| Non-powered Abilities: He's a great strategist, generally intelligent and very observant. He is also good at focusing his attention and energy.
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》| Ethnicity: Caucasian xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: Celebrates on April 17th; exact date unknown. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 23
》| Height: 5'6"
》| Weight: 115lbs
》| Build: Thin, kind of waifish
》| Hair Color: Dark brown
》| Eye Color: Green
》| Skin Tone: Fair
》| Notable Features: A watercolor tattoo of a fox on her left shoulder.
》| Standard Attire: Blouses and sweaters, skinny jeans, oxfords or ankle boots.
》| Uniform: Black spandex
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》| Noted Biography:Hadley’s precise origins are unclear. As her parents later told her, as a toddler she was left at Providence St. Vincent Medical Center in Portland, Oregon. No-one witnessed her abandonment, nor could anyone find any birth certificates or records to apply to her; for all intents and purposes, the child didn’t exist. She was roughly two years old, well-taken care of, showing no signs of duress or abuse. She quickly fell to the care of the hospital’s head of thoracic surgery, Lewis Darrow; as a child, he frequently regaled her with the story of how he and his wife had been in want for a child, and as her adoptive mother was unable to have children, she’d fallen into their lives at the perfect time; a little miracle. Their miracle. They named her Hadley, after Hemingway’s first wife, and celebrated her birthdays thereafter on April 17th--- the day her adoption was finalized.
Haddie was a docile, bubbly child, but it became apparent almost immediately that something about her was quite peculiar. When she played, her toys often lifted of their own accord to interact with her; when she wept, objects trembled and flew about the room. Although this portion of her early childhood escapes memory, her parents assured her that they never wavered in their love for her, easily accepting that their daughter was special. To keep her abilities contained, she was initially home-schooled. As Haddie progressed into childhood, she ascertained enough control over her abilities to keep them shielded in public---keeping her “magic”, as she considered it, a secret. Her parents eventually encouraged her to attend a local private school, but found that she didn’t socialize well with other children. She preferred to keep to herself, adopting a love for reading books and singing. At school, her playground became the library, and fictional characters her only friends. As her father is a native of Scotland and a musician in his own right, Haddie grew up learning and singing traditional Scottish folk songs, honing the natural gifts which later set off her career.
Despite her difficulty relating to other children, Haddie had an immediate fondness for animals and the woodlands surrounding their home. She spent most of her free time in the woods, reading and writing songs for birds passing overhead, and was happiest when the family traveled to their cabin in Opal Creek, Oregon. She graduated from high-school at eighteen, with few friends and high grades, and immediately moved into the family cabin. There, she enjoyed the freedom solitude allotted her, and became almost entirely self-sufficient. She took up archery to hunt her own food, grew fruits and vegetables, and immersed herself in music. With her father’s help, she recorded and put out her first EP, which gained popularity in indie and folk circles on the internet. As much as she didn’t love the city, she ventured to Portland frequently to perform in coffee shops and other venues, attracting a local fanbase. It was on one of these outings that she met another local musician, Mathew Clark; the two seemed like kindred spirits, and for the first time, Hadley felt she had a confidant, a friend. It followed that they soon fell in love.
They got engaged on Hadley’s 20th birthday, and though she was mostly happy during this period, the relationship was frequently troubled. Mathew drank, and when his own performances failed to draw crows, he drank increasingly. Once at the bottom of a bottle, Haddie’s fiancé became a stranger to her; he turned bitter and verbally abusive. She walked on eggshells around him.
She poured two more years into the relationship, desperately holding onto the only connection she’d ever felt to another person. She continued to write songs, intermittently happy and sad, and produced a full-length album which again made her popular in many musical circles. This success proved the breaking point for her engagement. Mathew grew colder towards her, drank all the more, and finally Hadley felt she had no choice but to leave him. The break-up was a destructive one, her ex-fiance throwing objects and smashing windows as he left, Hadley’s telekinesis igniting with her stress, shaking the very base of their cabin home.
Now alone, she tried to piece her life and home back together. She didn’t sing anymore; the flowers in her garden wilted. She stopped performing. The telekintetic wouldn’t leave her house, and saw no one but her parents. At her father’s urging, she again began writing music, but still refused to perform or leave her woodland sanctuary. Life lost its color; even her music, her books, couldn't seem to bring it back.
Time passed, and proved the only element which could truly heal her. Slowly, she started taking care of herself again; weeding the garden, planting new seeds. She organized her library, the house, burning old books and furniture which she’d destroyed in her sorrow; she rebuilt. But it was still too much for her to leave her home or address her music, and the folk singer soon became something of a mystery to her increasing fanbase.
Haddie's music sold regardless, enough that she could live without her parent’s support. Soon pressure mounted; hire a manager, build a set-list, go on tour. The notion was terrifying to the still-reclusive girl, but in her efforts to reclaim her life, she eventually took on the venture. Reluctantly the telekinetic left her state for the first time.
The resulting tour frayed her nerves but, as it was also successful, she kept on with it--- eventually arriving in Metropolis to perform. Hadley spent her days there hiding out at a local bookstore before concerts, quickly forming a friendship with the owner and finding solace in being able to escape the more unpleasant aspects of the city. She played two shows at a local theater to a small crowd (her stipulations for agreeing to tour at all).
As she packed up after her last show in the city, the telekinetic witnessed a robbery taking place in a store adjacent to the theater; it was late, and she’d stayed behind to organize her things. The streets were empty. She served as the only witness to the crime. Her presence hadn’t escaped the notice of men robbing the store either, as she’d practically walked right into them, and fearing retaliation the folk singer used her abilities to pin the men to the ground. She called the police, and her life changed again.
The act attracted the attention of many people, the justice league included, who extended an offer for her to join their ranks. The idea terrified her, but so did her new-found notoriety among fans and the media; it didn’t seem realistic that she could return home anytime soon and live in peace, so she hesitantly agreed.
》| Family : Birth Parents- Unknown
Lewis Darrow- Father- 51 Jane Darrow- Mother- 49
Mathew Clark- Ex fiance- 26
》| Personality:While she's incredibly introverted, Hadley is docile and friendly when interacting with others. She doesn't often know what to say in conversations, which can result in her remaining quiet or acting a little awkward. She finds large groups of people especially draining and is prone to anxiety in those situations. Typically she'd sooner get lost in a book than in conversation with another person.
Despite her apparent reservations about people, Hadley is kind and secretly in want for friends; she can blossom when talking about subjects she's interested in. She's empathetic and sensitive to the feelings of others, often going out of her way to keep everyone around her happy. As she's also incredibly bright, she frequently adopts new hobbies and learns them quickly; she'll be eager to discuss them with anyone who shows interest. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Empathetic, intelligent, a whimsical spirit and a deep thinker. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Prone to social anxiety, shy, bears emotional scars from her last relationship, a little naive, a little too trusting, not accustomed to change.
》| Likes: Folk and indie music, classic literature, libraries, old buildings, quiet places, walks in the woods, healthy foods, coffee, tea, antiques, art museums, owls.
》| Dislikes: Cities and dense traffic, chaos in general, leaving her comfort zone, heartbreak, war and death.
》| Hobbies: Singing, playing guitar, reading, painting, gardening, cooking, archery, hiking, hunting. She collects antique teacups and animal bones; also somewhat interested in taxidermy.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Telekinesis- Hadley has the ability to move objects with her own mind.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Along with lifting objects of varying weight, she can lift herself to simulate flight. She can 'push' objects with her mind, propelling them forward to hit targets, and has also fine-tuned her ability to the point that she can use it for more detailed tasks, such as turning knobs or typing on a keyboard. She can also create mental shields to protect herself, though as she's not used to combat situations, this aspect of her ability isn't as practiced.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Her power requires an increasing amount of concentration as she uses it, especially when lifting items which are heavier than she could manage physically; prolonged usage can sap her energy, and overexertion of her ability can lead to nasty side effects, primarily a loss of consciousness or, in extreme cases, brain bleeds, etc.
At her current level of control, it is difficult for her to subdue and control her powers when she feels something strongly, which can be disastrous when she's upset.
Hadley is less practiced with using shields; as a result she currently finds it difficult to create and maintain them.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: Hadley is a proficient hunter, a talent which lends her stealth on the field as well as a knack for archery. Her experience navigating forests has also granted her related tracking and survival skills.
She's naturally an excellent singer, writer, and talented with an acoustic guitar. She's also an intermediate yoga practitioner, a great gardener, and a good cook.
(Note: For the sake of reference, Hadley's music will be represented by the folk artist Rachel Sermanni. Anyone who would like their characters to be familiar with her career can reference that artist's music, which will ensure that there is a cohesive perception of her sound and style. I will also make note of this at the bottom of relevant posts.)
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》|Full Name: Jasper Greyhaven xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Jas
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: December 22 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 26
》| Height: 5' 11"
》| Weight: 180 lbs.
》| Build: Athletic
》| Hair Color: Varies, but mostly Brown
》| Eye Color: Varies, but mostly Blue
》| Skin Tone: Fair
》| Notable Features:Nothing too notable.
》| Standard Attire: Pretty much whatever happens to strike his fancy at the time he wakes up. Usually a shirt, jeans, and a jacket.
》| Uniform: Jasper doesn't really have a uniform, he typically just wears whatever he was wearing naturally when it comes mission time. He's not looking to strike fear into his enemies after all.
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》| Noted Biography: Jasper didn't have a hard life by any means growing up, nor did he have it particularly well off. His parents owned a bookstore. He had friends, girlfriends off and on. It was a respectable enough life. The only problem was, he was born with the rare ability to use magic. Most of his life the little "accidents" that happened around him were pretty much ignored. Neither of his parents had been Homo Magi, so they didn't know what to look for.Much of his life was spent in the dark about his magical potential. Until a few years ago that is.
His parents went on a cruise ship while Jasper was away to college, enjoying himself immensely, then the cruise ship sunk, leaving his parents either dead or missing. Distraught, he accidentally turned one of his friends into a rat. The experience was jarring, and with the timely arrival of an old full fledged Homo Magi, the incident was fixed and he was at least told what he was and given a ring to help keep his powers in check. The old man didn't have long left with the world and therefore couldn't teach him everything.
Spending the next year and a half collecting all the books he could on magic, Jasper began going to magic shows to see if any of the magicians were actually using magic. A little over a year ago he went to Zatanna's show and saw her using magic. Recognizing it barely, he then spent the next several weeks convincing her he was worth taking on as a mentee. Eventually she agreed and began teaching him during some of her free time.
Apparently he was the direct descendant of some ancient magician or something to that nature. Learning enough magic to stop from blowing things up constantly, he decided to become a vigilante. Nothing major, mostly small time, but occasionally he stumbled on bigger plots. Usually this is when Zatanna showed up to save the day, lecture him about not calling her sooner (But of course the times when he did call her and it turned out to be nothing he got a lecture about how he shouldn't waste her time with nothing), as that usually means he is in over his head. At least, that was before his earth went to hell in a hand basket.
Someone messed up somewhere and a powerful demon made it's way to earth, where it proceeded to bring more demons, and before long Earth was more Hell than it was Earth. That was when all the other monsters that went bump in the night decided to rise up as well. Things seemed grim, but there was at least hope at first. The world's homo-magi combined together, and they fought against their new overlords. For awhile it almost seemed like they might win. They were making headway, and while life wasn't easy, it wasn't terrible either. He had friends. And... Other types of friends. During this time, Jasper became acquainted with most of the surviving Justice League as well, not just the homo-magi.
Nonetheless, despite any advancements made towards returning everything back to the way it was, it was dark times. Made even darker by the arrival of Darkseid and his followers. This was the turning point for everything to go from decent, to terrible. Even some of the world's villains joined the heroes side in an effort to return things to normal, and it seemed like that might help, but in the end, the good guys started dropping like flies. Seeing the hopelessness, some went to join the other side. They said it was better to live a slave than die.
After all the deaths, Zatanna became the de facto leader of the rebellion. They fought hard, but it all went bad. By this time, most of the world's population had been killed off or made slaves, and there just weren't enough people left to fight. Some of the remaining homo-magi decided that they would travel between dimensions and escape their grizzly fate. They convened and created a dimensional portal, but apparently someone had betrayed them and attacked their base of operations. In the ensuing fight, no one managed to escape death save Jasper. He'd been knocked out, and as her last act, Zatanna had sent him through the portal so he might survive the ordeal and live a better life.
Waking up in another dimension had been jarring, but after a bit of trying to get back, Jasper accepted things as they were. Apparently the him of this verse had been with his parents on that cruise ship when it sank, and the family bookstore had been closed down. At least until Jasper had "returned" after many years and got ownership of the bookstore again. For a time, he tried to forget all that had happened and just focus on living a normal life. Things were different in this world, however. Technology was a little more advanced. After about six months of throwing himself into his work, he finally found the Zatanna of this verse and explained things. That was when he had been directed to this new Justice League. It was difficult seeing Zatanna and some of the new members again. To him, some were friends that had died, to them, he was a stranger. Things would never go back to the way they were, but after accepting that, he went back to trying to make the world a better place, one person at a time.
》| Family : Deceased
》| Personality:He is pretty lighthearted most of the time. Despite the bad stuff that has happened to him, he is pretty positive, but he can also be a little introverted at times. This is mostly because once he starts reading a book, time usually just gets lost on him. He can be flirty at times as well. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Able to stay lighthearted in the worst of times. Open to trying new things. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Women crying, it's a terrible thing that he doesn't know how to handle well.
》| Likes: Training with Zatanna, His bookstore, He'll never say no to a flirtatious pretty face, Reading and his magical research.
》| Dislikes: Being lectured by Zatanna when he inevitably does something foolish, Dealing with Supernatural things (Why can't he just practice magic and be left alone by demons and the like? They already ruined one universe.), Exercising (But Zee was rather insistent that he keep up with it, something about running out of breath when fighting, and considering what happened to his Zee, he couldn't say no.).
》| Hobbies: Reading and Studying Magic is usually about the extent of his hobbies.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Jasper was born a Homo Magi. Through use of various spells, artifacts, and other magical aids, he is able to cast a variety of spells. He is a very fast learner in the arts, and has a lot of potential. He is most proficient in using arcane energy to produce bolts of varying potency and using magic to create and manipulate wind/air, simulating Aerokinesis.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Without magic he is just as human as the next person, so robbing him of that somehow will leave him pretty useless. Letting his emotions get the better of him can also negatively affect his magic, and in some cases cause spells to fail or backfire, in others it could cause spells to become more powerful even if he doesn't want that. When it comes to magic, a higher level of magic than his own would natural trump his spells.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Is currently being mentored/trained by Zatanna in magic's use. Jasper's magical familiar is that of a pure white wolf, and said familiar can manifest itself as either a cub or full grown adult.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Martial Arts - While not a master by anyone's estimation, he has been trained in several martial arts so that he can defend himself in a hand to hand struggle. Against a master in hand to hand combat, however, he would likely be downed in a few seconds.
Gymnastics - When fighting some of the more agile things that go bump in the night, Jasper found that being able to get around quickly was for the best and trained in parkour and gymnastics to make up for his terrible blunder during his first encounter with one of these enemies.
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》| Birthday: 14, April xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 17
》| Height: 5' 4".
》| Weight: 109 lbs
》| Build: Slight
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Brown
》| Skin Tone: Pale
》| Notable Features:Lily has a few tattoos on her body, including one on her lower left hip, a decorative lily on her right wrist and the back of her right shoulder. She also has pierced ears.
》| Standard Attire: Lily tries to make herself look older than she is through what she wears. Therefore, she has a large closet of nice dresses and professional attire. It is rare to see her in jeans and a t-shirt.
》| Uniform: A black, sleeveless catsuit and matching black gloves. It zips up the front into a deep v-neck, paired with a belt around her waist. She pairs it all with black boots. Whenever on a mission, she always slicks her hair back to keep it out of her face. At the very least, it's better than the "cat woman" costume she tried before…
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》| Noted Biography: The whirlwind romance of her parents, Colette and David, is a story she's heard a thousand times. They met, were married and Colette became pregnant within months, eventually giving birth to their first daughter, Fabel. Theirs was a storybook family, the three of them living in Paris, both holding good jobs while their eldest daughter thrived in the loving embraces of her parents. The family soon expanded, however, when Lily was born several years later. Despite their love of France, David's parents became ill, prompting the family to uproot to the United States to help care for them. The girls were successful in getting their green cards, and Lily began school in Metropolis where she proved to be a bright student.
However, the family funds began to dry out as her parents sought to find new jobs in a new country. They moved from the suburbs into a smaller house near the industrial district of the city, Lily once again having to change schools. Fabel did not take too well to the change, her parents forced to spend more time with their eldest to keep her out of trouble and work through the issues she purported to have from their little "family crisis." This left Lily to her own devices most of the time, and she quickly befriended several local children. At her age, kids were interested in many of the abandoned buildings around the area, and they would often spend their nights (once Lily was done with her homework, of course) running around the streets. It was about this time that she first became aware of "superheroes."
One night, while they were sneaking into an abandoned building, a group of gang members cornered the girls. Before anything unspeakable could befall them, however, a masked hero swooped down from the rooftops, dispatched of the villains and disappeared into the darkness. From that moment on, Lily knew that she wanted to do something amazing with her life - she wanted to become a super heroine.
Little did she know that the same adventures that exposed her to the ultimate life, would also lead to her best chances at success in it. One weekend afternoon, the group snuck into a building they thought was abandoned, but was really being used for a variety of government experiments that to this day she does not necessarily understand. All she remembered were loud humming noises and some bright flashes, but finding nothing particularly of interest from there, the group soon made their departure. The exposure to radiation from the experiments was just the beginning of her new life however, for whatever reason granting her the gifts of language and memory.
From this point on, school was a breeze from her, and Lily officially received her masters in English from Yale when she turned 17 years old. It was at this time that she decided to become fully independent (not that her parents had much say in her life as it was) and emancipate herself. It helped win the court order that, as a teen, she is considered a world authority on dead and archaic languages, and has used this fame to establish a life separate from her family. While she has no quarrel with her parents, and speaks with them quite frequently despite her emancipated status, she remains estranged from her sister, who was less than understanding of her success and seemed hellbent on ruining any happiness that Lily took out of life. Being their eldest, her parents put their time and energy where they thought they were most needed. But the real story of those years was not in her educational success, but in her spare time, which greatly shaped why she decided to move to Metropolis today.
Throughout her tween and teenage years, Lily studied the life she really wanted to lead quite closely. Her fascination with heroism and masked marauders came to a head when she decided to implement her own heroic personality. Granted, it was unsuccessful, and her catwoman-esque costume was far from the envy of heroes everywhere, but for the first time she got a taste of what that life was like. While it took awhile for the bruises to heal, she realized that reading and forming ideas in theory was great, (and exceptionally easy given her powers), she needed a more practical approach. Problem was, every superhero she tried to team up with turned her down because of her age or her build.
Determined, Lily decided to move back to Metropolis once she graduated school, using her accumulated wealth and success to secure an apartment there separate from her family (who still lived in the area) and hopefully a position with the new Justice League.
》| Family : Mother - Colette Moreau-Crane (47) Father - David Crane (50) Sister - Fabel Crane (24)
》| Personality:Lily is very advanced for her age, yet she is still a 17 year-old girl. She loves refined things in life and hates to not be taken seriously because of her age or what she looks like. At the same time, she is still very much a teenager and governed by her emotions. Her wealth has given her security when it comes to buying things and negotiating the "grown up" world, but she can still be very naive about many things. On top of it all, she is virtually obsessed with becoming a world-renowned super hero, and wants nothing more than to prove herself to those that already strap on the cape, as it were. She can be a little annoying at times, especially when she meets one of her heroes face to face, and loves to hear stories of heroics from those that do go out on the streets at night to help those in need. Her heart is usually in the right place, but sometimes she makes bad decisions - it is often hard for her to admit that she made a mistake, especially in front of those that she is trying to impress, and this often leads to her looking like a brat. Those that know her well, however, know that these moments are often few and far between. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Ability to anlyze sitautions xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Constantly feels like she needs to win the respect of her colleagues because of her age
》| Likes: Reading, Being acknowledged, Being treated as an adult, Running simulations, Chatting on the phone with her friend, Manicures and pedicures, Listening to battle stories, Fighting crime on the streets at night, Boys boys boys, Superhero boys, Trivia
》| Dislikes: Being treated as inferior because of her age or gender, Being talked to like she's a child, Jokes about how small she is, Being ignored, Shocked expressions when they find out that she's the leading expert in her field, Lecturing at local colleges. Call her "little girl" and prepare for wrath in multiple languages.
》| Hobbies: Reading, surfing the web, shopping, writing her next book on archaic language patterns, reading about ancient weapons and battle techniques in hopes something will stick, training.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Lily's main mutation consists of "omni-linguism." This makes her a natural polyglot, able to speak, read and write any language she comes across, even if she has never been exposed to it before. This includes ancient languages. This is coupled with enhanced memory, allowing her to not only decipher complex texts, but to remember this information for a long period of time after she's added it to her repertoire.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Lily is basically a walking encyclopedia set. Anything that they don't know she can pretty easily look up, and she is really handy with deciphering alien and ancient languages. Additionally, she has memory files for most superheroes and villains that she has compiled through her own research and observations.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: The biggest limitation at the moment is that it has to be a real language - her decoding skills for man-made cyphers are not as developed yet. In this instance, she would still be good at decoding, but it would take her some time. She is prone to headaches from time to time, and tends to shift focus quickly from one thing to another. There are times where she can be easily overwhelmed by the entirety of the situation, and at times like this she has to focus on one aspect of it at a time. This can make her quire narrow-minded.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: She can only speak languages that she has the physicality to speak (i.e. alien languages .
》| Non-powered Abilities: Lily is very efficient when it comes to research, and as such she is quite proficient with computers. This includes hacking, making her a valuable asset for more than research in that regard. She is rather agile and flexible given her younger years in ballet and gymnastics, though she was nowhere near competition quality.
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》|Full Name: Alexandru Alkaev xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Dru, Drumika
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian (Roma) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Russian & Romanian
》| Birthday: 2nd, April xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 24
》| Height: Six Foot Four Inches
》| Weight: Two Hundred and Ten pounds
》| Build: Toned, muscular
》| Hair Color: Black
》| Eye Color: Blueish green
》| Skin Tone: tan
》| Notable Features:He has a sequence of tattoos stretching from his shoulder down to his hip. That look like the following. Link to Image.
》| Standard Attire:Still very much dressing as he did whilst in the League, black jeans, black shirt black boots and black leather jacket. He cares little for name or brand as long as they're comfortable and give him leeway while fighting he's fine with them.
》| Uniform: Not much more different from his standard Attire, as Aura he wears a thigh length leather trench coat with various little compartments for fun little toys. A black skin tight shirt with built in armor panels to guard his vital organs and black cargo pants with similar features to both jacket and shirt. And combat boots. As well as two holsters on his back where he carries two katana-esque swords. At first glance they appear to be katana's however both swords are slightly longer than Katana's and made from a thinner, harder and sharper metal. They are the only two visible weapons the rest are hidden on his person.
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》| Noted Biography: Once upon a time, in a small village in Siberia was born a little boy - one half of a pair of fraternal twins. It was a joyous day for his parents, for after man years of failed pregnancies they were finally gifted with two babies. And everything was perfect for the first few years of their lives. The twins were close, practically inseparable, where one went the other one quickly followed. Mostly though it was Alexandru who followed his adventurous sister around. Watching her with knowing eyes and there to help here if she were to ever get into trouble.
Even as a young boy he was very serious. Barely ever smiling. He knew that protecting his sister was the most important thing in the world and no matter what people said he knew that was his purpose and main goal. To keep Alexandreina safe because no one else would. But even still, a Romani boy has his duties and that is to go to school, learn everything he can and help his father out when ever asked of him. But even when keeping distance from his twin he always had an eye on her and everything was good for the family.
Until the one day came that changed it all.
Alexandru was with his father when he felt a sudden urgancy to get to Alexandreina. Something just didn't feel quiet right and he just needed to go and check on her. So he excused himself from his father and went to go and look for her. Just as he got to her he saw the clouds over head darken seeming to appear out of no where. Before he could even blink a terrible wind rushed passed him and picked up the two boys. It was in his gut he knew his sister was responsible and that desire to keep her safe clouded him. Filling him up until it poured from his pores. Rushing up to her he settled a hand on her shoulder and cooed to her till she became aware of him.
Gently he coaxed her into releasing the boys and ending the storm. Pushing that calm, that need to sooth her out of him and into her. He felt her muscles relax and just as the storm disappeared his twin passed out. The young boy caught her and carried her home. They spent the next week watching over her - his mother, father and him. The news spread fast and before long everyone in the villiage knew of what had happened. And as superstitious as the Romani are they needed no prompting when it came to shunning the girl when she finally came too. Even their own parents passed down judgement on her. But he wouldn't leave her side and it became even more important to him to keep her safe and love her because no one else ever would.
He heard the whispers from the towns people, their murmurs of fear any time he or Alexandreina came near. He spent his nights comforting her, soothing her when she cried and his heart broke a little bit each day as he watched her in pain. It became their norm and a norm he despised above all else.
But when you think life can't get any worse it did. One night while they were asleep someone broke into their home. They injected both twins with a tranquilizer that knocked them out for several hours and by the time Alexandru woke he was alone in a five by five cell with white walls. His attire was similar to a hospital gown and her arms showed signs of blood being drawn.The only thing in the room was a twin bed. Minutes, hours, or days passed he couldn't be sure before someone came in the room and lead him out into the main hall, he was alone for several minutes when finally another door opened and Alexandreina came into view with a man.was There was no time for them to even greet each other before they were whisked away to another room.It too was a small room, it was dark and when the light came on they were sitting behind glass and out infront of them he could see dark figures.
What ever was happening he wasn't sure, but he wasn't paying any of it too much mind. He was watching his twin, forcing his calm out of him and in to her. They didn't need a storm swallowing up the small room and killing everyone if she got too scared. But after a few minutes wasn't they were once more on the move and put into another room where they were once more sedated. As it was they had been sold to the League of Assassins. The pair were trained and threw blood sweat and tears they rose in the ranks. Both in their physical endeavors and superhuman abilities. Even gaining so much prestige that Ra's al Ghul took them both under his wing personally. Offering them a father figure that they had never had.
All seemed well for the twins till they were given a task to kill the other and who ever succeeded would become Ra's al Ghul's predecessor. It was their master's greatest mistake for the twins turned on him for their love for each other was too great. The twins barely escaped with their lives and so this is where we are, only a few months later and they now want to offer their services to the Justice League.
》| Family : Alexandreina Alkaev - Sister Zina Alkaev - Mother (unknown if alive or dead) Dimitri Alkaev - Father (unknown if alive or dead)
》| Personality:Alexandru is a very uptight individual who doesn't quiet known how to relax or even really have fun. He's always been Alexandreina's defender and as such he's always looking for the next threat to come there way. He has a very strong protective instinct to protect those he loves and cares for. He refuses to ever allow any harm to come their way and would rather die first than see a single hair on their head harmed.
He's often described as cold, calculating and off putting. He has a very intimidating and powerful presence that makes you think twice about teasing him or even making eye contact though Alexandreina always is pushing his buttons and she's the only one who can get away with it. Being good and having moral's is a new concept to him - it had been beaten out of him in his youth and growing up under the watchful eye of one of the most sinister men in the universe keeps you for ever understanding such emotions.
He's a paranoid man - not trusting anyone other than his twin and after all how could he with all that he's endured? As such he will as already stated do everything in his power to protect his sister. Alexandru is unforgiving, once you cross him - and it only takes once - he will never forgive or trust you again. To gain his trust in the first place is a task in of itself so you better cherish it and don't screw up. He doesn't handle betrayal well and will likely plot your death and make it very painful.
He long's for his childhood innocence before everything went to s**t and he misses his home land and his people.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: his undying loyalty, very little can sway it. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: women, being good or either combination they are quite foreign to him.
》| Likes: Solitude, Relaxing, Being close to Alexandreina, Pure and Innocent Beauty in the world a nice bottle of Russian Vodka.
》| Dislikes: Disrespect. Loud obnoxious women who have no respect for themselves or others, Ra's Al Ghul (it's more of a deep seeded hatred than a dislike), Romani's who dishonor their noble heritage, men who have no regard for their women weather they be sister, aunt, mother or wife.
》| Hobbies: cleaning his weapons, drinking, killing - er... I mean whu?
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》| Superhuman Ability: Pheromone Control, he is able to control, alter, and secret pheromone's from himself to gain certain desired effects ie - if he wants Alexandreina to relax and calm down he will release calming, soothing pheromones.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Alexandru is able to secret a pheromone that sooth's those with in a ten foot radius of him into a clam stupor. Allowing them to relax and be in a high state of suggestibility - ie he can suggest to them that they stop what they're doing, go to sleep. He can't however tell that person to hand over all their money or kill their best friends. Only do things that are the bodies natural response to such a pheromone.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: He hasn't yet learned how to produce other pheromones to induce other emotions, Nor can he alter the pheromones of another person - though if he tried because the biology of Alexandreina's is so similar to his own he could probably do so with her.
The amount of time he can sustain this power is limited and at times can backfire even on himself like for example if he's using it on Alexandreina because their biology's are so similar he can be focusing on her and end up knocking both of them out. Not but he must touch the person at least once - for after initial contact on a cellular level his body is already aware of what scents are please to the person with out this touch his ability is ultimately useless.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: • League of Assassin's Training (Masterful) - Only the best get into the League and though he had been no more than a preteen with special abilities, Ra's al Ghul saw potential and trained him to be one of the best assassin's. Being that his ability was mainly used to keep his twin in check he had to push harder to form his body into a deadly weapon. Training to physical peek and learning various forms of fighting and ways of ending someone's life. Which included various forms of martial arts- Aikido & Krav Maga (masterful), weaponry (intermediate) and stealth (intermediate), acrobatics (intermediate), pressure points (masterful), swordsmanship (masterful)
• Languages (Intermediate) - Being of both Romanian and Russian decent he can speak both fluently and prefers either language. However if it is asked or needed of him he will speak English - though at times in extreme emotional moment's he revert back to his most common and comfortable languages.
• Forming Friendships (Beginner) - While he was an assassin he kept mainly to himself and only ever interacted with his sister as such it is difficult for him to trust people and let them get close to him.
• Being Good (Beginner) - Does much more need to be said, both he and Alexandreina were trained to be killers. Of course they were contract killers and only killed those they were ordered to kill and occasionally someone that pissed them off but he isn't sure about this entire good thing and coming to the league was Alexandreina's idea after all. How can you be normal when all you think about is the thousand's of ways you could kill the person talking to you?
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian (Roma) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Russian & Romanian
》| Birthday: 2nd, April xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 24
》| Height: 5ft 7in
》| Weight: 120lbs
》| Build: Toned, with some muscle definition.
》| Hair Color: Black
》| Eye Color: Various shades of brown
》| Skin Tone: Tan
》| Notable Features:Her eyes, while they are of brown hue they are very unique in both shape and color. Often changing various different shades of brown depending on her mood.
》| Standard Attire: Peaking into Alexandriena's closet you would find the majority of it filled with sweater dresses, modest but form clinging material of neutral colors (occasionally she'll wear something from the a warm or cool colored pallet.). She would then dress it up with a belt, a jacket, tights and boots with heels. She finds any shoe repulsive unless it has at least 2 inches worth of heel on it. Also scattered in through out the closet you'll find various sweaters, slacks, and blouses. As well as various work out gear and unless working out she'll be dressed to the nines with classy attire.
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She was a happy child, content and raised as a proper Romani girl. Taught from a young age how to tend to the household in it's various forms. Everything was perfect.
Until the one day came that changed it all.
It was while outside playing with a few other girls. When a boy came over and took her favorite doll. She tried with all her might to get it back, but boys will be boys and he was older and taller than Alexandreina and kept it just out of her reach. In a fit of temper she kicked him hard in the shin and when he dropped the doll the clutch at the injured limb his friend shoved her hard. Sending her down into the dirt where she scrapped up her knees and hands and dropped the doll. The friend took the doll and pulled off it's head in retaliation for his friend's injured leg.
Anger clouded Alexandreina, completely robbing her of all common sense. Her anger snapped something inside of her triggering the clouds above to seemingly appear out of no where. They were black and angry looking clouds and with them came claps of thunder and a terrible wind that shoved the boys hard. Lifting them off of the ground by a good couple of feet. The storm worsened sending people running, fleeing from it's intensity. Rain began to pelt down, soaking the ground. The boys cried and trembled begging to be put down and calling her a ved'ma or witch.
But she refused. It wasn't till Alexandru came - looking for his sister to get her out of the storm that he realized what was going on. His sister was commanding the terrible storm.
When her twin came, he murmured soothing words to her gently coaxing her to let the boys go. She knew he was there and felt the world slowly receded away and a deep calm over calm her and with it the storm vanished just as quickly as it had came and Alexandreina passed out.
When she came to Alexandru was there and so were her parents but there was a different feel in the air. A thickening as the tension rolled off of her parents. She felt as if she was being judged by them and their uncertainty as well as their fear. The only one that would even touch her or come near was her brother. She asked about the boys and was told they were scared with minor cuts but other wise they were alright and it wasn't long before the news traveled. And it traveled quickly. The towns people would avoid her. Mother's would drag their children away from playing with her. Her own parents shied away from their daughter, the daughter they once wanted so much.
Alexandru was her only comfort, her best friend and no matter what he never left her side. He would hold her at night when she would cry. Soothing her like he had that day. When he was near, she felt only peace but her heart was hallow and gone was the once joyful little girl.
But when you think life can't get any worse it did. One night while they were asleep someone broke into their home. They injected both twins with a tranquilizer that knocked them out for several hours and by the time Alexandreina woke she was alone in a five by five cell with white walls. Her attire was similar to a hospital gown and her arms showed signs of blood being drawn.The only thing in the room was a twin bed. Minutes, hours, or days passed she couldn't be sure before someone came in the room and lead her out into the main hall where Alexandru was waiting with a woman. They took them to a small room that was dark when when the light came on they were sitting behind glass and out infront of them she could see dark figures.
What ever was happening she wasn't sure because they were only in their for a few moments before whisked away into another room where they were once more put under. As it was they had been sold to the League of Assassins. The pair were trained and threw blood sweat and tears they rose in the ranks. Both in their physical endeavors and superhuman abilities. Even gaining so much prestige that Ra's al Ghul took them both under his wing personally. Offering them a father figure that they had never had.
All seemed well for the twins till they were given a task to kill the other and who ever succeeded would become Ra's al Ghul's predecessor. It was their master's greatest mistake for the twins turned on him for their love for each other was too great. The twins barely escaped with their lives and so this is where we are, only a few months later and they now want to offer their services to the Justice League.
》| Family : Alexandru Alkaev - Brother Zina Alkaev - Mother (Unknown if Alive or Dead) Dimitri Alkaev - Father (Unknown if Alive or Dead)
》| Personality:Alexandreina is a very sophisticated girl, classy and refined. Who has used her beauty to ensnare many men and women only to lead them to their deaths.
But she has the utmost respect for herself and does not throw herself out all willy nilly.
Yet beneath all that beauty is the honed mind of a killer. Cold. Calculating. With love for only one person her, brother. She won't think twice about striking you down and is a shoot first as questions later kind of girl.
She's also very emotional living on the edge which is why having Alexandru so near and keeping her in check is very important.
She lives each day as if it were her last for it very well may be just that. She has a sharp wit and an equally sharp tongue.
She is always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the next betrayal and has come to the conclusion that her brother is the only person in this world she can trust. Everyone else has let her down including the only father figure, Ra's al Ghul's.
She has a fierce protective bone in her when it comes to her brother, and instantly dislikes any woman who tries to get close to him - has even killed one or two. Especially know when she's known so much betrayal she expects any one of them to hurt him and that's one thing she won't allow especially with all the good he's done for her and it's the least she could do for him.
She is a chameleon hiding her true nature and intent. You'll never know what she is thinking until it's too late. She is also very charismatic and can easily have you hanging on her every word.
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》| Likes: Fine cloths, High Heels (the higher the better), Her new found freedom, Being with her twin, Storms, Learning new things, Her heritage.
》| Dislikes: Disrespect. Loud obnoxious women who use their feminine whiles to get what they want, Liquor, Ra's Al Ghul (it's more of a deep seeded hatred than a dislike), Romani's who dishonor their noble heritage.
》| Hobbies: Reading books, Learning how to use water manipulation the RIGHT way, Teasing her uptight brother.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Atmokinesis, also know as weather manipulation. She is able to create, sense, manipulate and shape various forms of weather ei - rain, snow, fog, sleet, snow, hail.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: In moments of extreme emotions she looses completely control of her ablity and can go from zero to fifty in a matter of seconds. Generating storms so powerful and deadly they could easily wipe out an entire city. Once in this state the only way for her to regain herself is with the aid of Alexandru's pheromones.
Also after extensive use of any form of weather she becomes weakened. How weak depends upon the severity of the weather/storm/conditions. These effects can last only a few minutes or a few hours. Again this depends on severity and exertion of her powers.
The elements she has the hardest time controlling is water and temperatures. For example if she were to want snow she could end up with rain. If she wanted sleet she'd end up with hail. It is very unpredictable and it usually takes the greatest amount of concentration and several tries before she get's it right. And even then she may still have a few snags.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes:The larger the space the more taxing it is on her as well as with the opposite, the smaller the space the easier it is for her to use and control the ability.
She also requires an atmosphere similar to earth's in order for her to use it, in other words she can't use it in outspace.
She also needs to have access to the atmosphere, ie if inside a window has to be open for her to brew and use her ability.
》| Non-powered Abilities: • League of Assassin's Training (Masterful) - Only the best get into the League and though she had been no more than a preteen with special abilities, Ra's al Ghul saw potential and trained her to be one of the best assassin's.Though her main focus at the LOA was how best to harness and use her abilities to do her dirty work it was a requirement to have the basic's of knowledge. Which included various forms of martial arts - Aikido & Krav Maga (intermediate), weaponry (intermediate) and stealth (masterful), acrobatics (intermediate).
• Languages (Intermediate) - Being born in Russia and it being her father's native tongues she's known it as well as Romanian since she learned to talk. English was thrusted upon her and drilled into her head from the moment she came to the League. Though in moments of agitation when speaking English she will begin to switch between the three languages and it's hard to decipher what in god's green earth she is say. Usually curse words but you can never be too sure.
• Observant (Masterful) - It was her duty to always be aware of what was going on around her, especially with she and Alexandru being the personal guards of Ra's Al Ghul. She was taught how to read body language, remember the smallest and finest of details even ones that didn't seem important as well as assessing a target or threat.
• Fashion (Intermediate) - This is a new found obsession of hers. After years of only being able to wear what was required of her she has found that she loves to wear dresses, heels and shiny things. And has quiet an eye for what works together and what does not.
• Running A House (Beginner) - This includes cooking, cleaning and various other things that one would need to run a house. She was still a child when she was kidnapped from home and wasn't able to learn everything there was to running a household. While she can cook it's only the basics of things such as sandwiches and soups. Often at times she over season's or under cooks other meals. Cleaning she likes to be tidy but her clean is no where near her mother's clean.
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》|Full Name: Fiona G'wandoya xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: The Vigilante, Fee-fee
》| Ethnicity: Swahili xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: South African/American (Dual Citizenship)
》| Birthday: December 4th xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 24
》| Height: 5'6
》| Weight: 136
》| Build: Defined muscle tone that is indicative of a fighter, and accentuated by natural feminine attributes.
》| Hair Color: Brunette
》| Eye Color: Dark Brown
》| Skin Tone: Cafe Mocha
》| Notable Features: Ears were pierced at the age of 12 and she also got a nose piercing around the age of 19. Fiona has a tattoo of the scales of justice on the front of her wrist.
》| Standard Attire: Fiona tends to mix Afro-centric pieces and African fabrics with vintage clothing/jewelry to create a cross of styles. Think of it as Solange Knowles meets Annie Hall.
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》| Noted Biography: I'd rather not bore you with the tale of a damaged damsel whose only purpose in life is to receive your sympathy. Nor will I simply recap my life. No, I'd rather engage you in a story of revenge and rebirth. A story that chronicles how true justice is achieved. The justice that isn't found in a courtroom. I'm talking about the kind of justice you achieve with your own two hands. The justice that I have become. If I'm going to start somewhere, I might as well start here...
I was raised for a good portion of my youth in Capetown, South Africa. Unlike the other girls I loved to pick fights with the boys, play in the dirt and race around the city. I could care less about a dress and heels. Just give me some tennis shoes and a t-shirt. I can attribute that trait to my older brothers who I remained in the shadows of throughout my childhood. It's because of them that I became so heavily involved in sports during my middle school days onwards. When I was about 13 years old our parents moved us to the states. The difficulty of the transition was expected but eventually New Orleans became like a second home to us. We laid down roots in that ethereal city. I grew into a track superstar at Benjamin Franklin High School in New Orleans, even noted as one of the brightest in my class. My father's restaurant was a success, my brother's each went on to succeed in various industries; it was damn near guaranteed that I would follow suit.
I was just entering my freshman year of college at Harvard Law. The daughter of two immigrants, who had achieved the american dream, was about to carry on that knack for breaking boundaries. Athletic scholarships and penny pinching helped pave the way for me. By becoming a lawyer I would not only be able to repay my parents, but be the light I knew this world so desperately needed. It wasn't until I met Randall that I realized how quickly my light could be diminished. I started dating him around spring term, having kept to myself for most of the year up until then. He was a sweet boy with sandy blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes. He was everything I wanted in a guy: athletic, charming, smart. Yet, everything that glitters isn't gold. Randall was always pressuring me into having sex with him, but momma didn't raise no fool! My sole focus was getting my degree and giving back to my family. Plus, I just didn't want to give that part of me to someone until I was ready. That didn't matter to a man though, especially not when he knew he could take it from me anyway. And that's just what he did.
The extent of human evil is an enigma that even the world's greatest minds cannot solve. But what If I told you that the greatest evil, the greatest crime is not the one committed? Rather, it's what happens to a victim in the aftermath of it all. I lost my innocence to Randall. No, he stole it. Now every corner I turn to is haunted with images of that lost innocence. He managed to avoid getting tossed in jail like the worthless sack of s**t that he was because his defense attorney was better than mine. "You waited too long to come forward", "You wanted to have sex with him", "White men can do no wrong". All of it was thrown in my face during the trial. I spiraled down into depression and eventually dropped out of Harvard at the beginning of my sophomore year. I couldn't face my family after the whole Randall fiasco, so I stayed in Massachusetts with a childhood friend as I tried to pick up the pieces of my life. I never wanted to be vulnerable to a man ever again. Thus, what began as just self defense classes became something more. I wanted to become stronger and this was the perfect way to do so. The self defense instructor began meeting with me after the normal class to go over the principals of the underlying martial art, Krav Maga. I trained with him for the next five years, becoming quite the fighter within that time span. It wasn't enough to fill the void that was formed by tragedy. I wasn't getting stronger to protect against future threats. I was getting stronger to protect against the present threats. The justice system that was supposed to protect women like me failed to do so. But I wouldn't.
Randall and I would meet again, as the fates would have it. He'd be the first soul I brought to justice by way of a bullet and, trust me, he would not be the last.
I eventually started my own private detective agency, Aftermath Investigations, combining my knowledge over the system with innate perception. I became a private eye who took on any case no matter how ridiculous, from catching cheating husbands to perverted babysitters. It wasn't just about putting a roof over my head but also to carry out my specially crafted form of justice. As I began delving more into the world of vigilantism, I donned a costume. Nothing as spectacular as Superman of course, but it served its purpose. I was making a name for myself as the butterfly. Who came up with that s**t I'll never know, but it stuck. Fiona G'wandoya would take on the cases from clients, but the Butterfly would be the one to delegate punishment to the aggressors. Eventually I garnered the attention of the infamous Justice League and...well, here I am.
》| Personality:Stubborn, some would say bullheaded. Passionate, some would say fervent. Harsh, some might just say honest. All would call her one of a kind. Fiona is grounded in her ideals, and beliefs. No one can tell her otherwise and she would dare them to argue their points against hers. It's her way or the highway, literally. Fiona wishes to experience everything for herself even if it means getting hurt. She's the kid who would touch the stove after being told she would get burned. It's just in her nature. Brash phrasing, dry wit and unbridled sarcasm garner her attention as the village a*****e. Fiona goes about things in very odd ways and is quite rough around the edges. There is no tidying her up. Overly distrustful in the initial stages of meeting someone, but that's because she knows everything that glitters isn't gold. Despite being a hard a**, Fiona has an unwavering courage and resilience that is awe inspiring. A hardened exterior makes for a gooey inside which those close to her know all too well. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Her greatest weakness may also be her greatest strength. Fiona's past experience have made her rather distrustful of innate human nature, and as such she does not easily let her guard down. That, and she can see through deception faster than the Flash can make a sandwich. Fiona's discernment has saved her life on multiple occasions, so hopefully that streak continues. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Fiona suffers from PTSD. This has proven to be the cause of her heavy drinking and rather uncouth behavior. She displays high levels of discomfort when others try to touch her (hug, etc.), and would rather keep most at an emotional and physical arm's length. Qualities such as this make her less than a team player but also hinder her from companionship.
》| Likes: Booze, Pineapples, Dives/Diners, Vintage, Vigilantism, Fighting, and Photography.
》| Hobbies: Aside from her nightly heroics, Fiona dabbles in quite a few extraneous activities. The young woman loves to cook. Cooking traditional meals from her homeland alongside her father as a child probably sparked this hobby. Fiona became a P.I. after dropping out of law school and took to photography like a natural. Now you can find her snapping photos even when she isn't being paid to do so.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: In peak physical condition for a woman of her age and athletic background. Fiona has turned her body into a living weapon after vowing not to ever let a man harm her again. She has spent years developing her skills as a martial artist and has developed an affinity for various weapons, specifically, with tonfas. Her prowess in combat is enough to keep any combatant on their toes.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: She is only human. She does bleed, and yes, she does fall down. Fiona is susceptible to injury just like any human being. The young vigilante is still a little rough around the edges and can be rather reckless in combat, making her exposed to a major beating if she isn't careful. She's a more fearsome opponent with her twin tonfas when going against other fighters but can be outmatched due to differences in skill without her signature weapon.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: Martial Artist (Intermediate) - Fiona started off learning simple self defense maneuvers before venturing into the true form of Krav Maga. She takes her art very seriously and dedicates a lot of her free time to honing her defensive techniques especially against actual targets with automated weapons such as guns. Fiona is quite adept with her twin tonfas, which are retractable like police batons but with obvious differences in how they are handled. The fighter has also dabbled in boxing principles and commonly mixes those quick 1-2 jab combos into her fighting as well as wearing metal plated gloves to increase the damage of her blows.
Marksman (Intermediate) - Fiona has displayed competency with weapons involving aim. This includes small handguns and throwable sharp objects such as darts/knives. After killing her rapist at point blank with a 9mm, it became part of who she was to carry a gun on her. Fiona practices at shooting ranges, always challenging herself with new distances.
Track Star (Advanced) - Having been heavily involved in sports all throughout high school and during her short college career, Fiona has developed uncanny athleticism. Her main sport has always been track and field. She's naturally an endurance runner, meaning she can run for extended periods without tiring, but through conditioning she has continually increased her speed. The star athlete can run a mile in just under 5 minutes.
Private Investigator (Advanced) - Sometimes it pays to be nosy. Fiona became a private eye after dropping out of law school. She mixes what she learned there with her natural instincts to see through bullshit like a hawk. An eye for detail allows her to catch every lie, determine every motive, and snap a good photo of a horndog stepping out on his wife.
Free Running (Beginner) - Also known as parkour, has become a bit of a pass time for her inner adrenaline junkie. She is not incredibly fluid with moving in such a manner but is beginning to excel as she relates the movement style to track jumping.
Bilingual - Fiona can speak her family's native tongue of Kiswahili, and English. She just recently started to learn french.
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The brunette sat on the edge of her bed glaring at the silver weapon before her. It's sleek steel and cold bullets were always seen as evil in the eyes of the world. Maybe that was true in the hands of the unworthy. She was an avenger. A justice seeker. A weapon in her hand served only as a means to a justified end. "Agh!" She screamed as images seared deep into her mind flashed before her eyes. Ripped clothing. Heavy breathing. Constricted movement. Fiona couldn’t do this anymore. She couldn’t act as if that night didn’t open her eyes to the evil right outside the four walls of her apartment. The evil of our justice system or the evil of the individuals placed to supposedly protect us. The man who terrorized me now walked free. It was this knowledge that scared me the most. Fiona rose to her feet. Fingertips grazed the handle of the gun before gripping over it tightly. She tucked the weapon behind her back and slipped a leather jacket over her caramel skin. No more contemplating. All of it would end tonight with a bullet signed in his blood.
In a nearby alley a man was smoking, unsuspecting of the tigress who stalked him. Fiona stood in the shadows watching him as he took a drag from his cigarette. Randall was taking his usual smoke break in the back alley of a local dive bar. He didn’t have a care in the world. Nothing had been stolen from him. He felt his actions were justified or, rather, he just didn’t give a damn. He is a wolf walking among lambs. When his gaze caught her dark hued orbs, she knew it was time. Tonight, the butterfly would be his judge and jury. “What the hell are you doing here?!” He questioned fiercely. Fiona figured the hair cut and costume would throw him off but she figured even a bad shepherd remembered the names of his sheep. Part of her was thrilled to not have her mask on. She wanted him to know who it was taking his life.
The gun was unsheathed from its hiding place and pointed towards him. A look of shock overcame him causing the cigarette to leave his grasp. Fiona can’t lie, the fear that she had evoked in his eyes was enough for a smirk to cross her lips. With no hesitation she fired the first shot at his leg to prevent him from running. She held no empathy in my eyes as she stood over him. “Please stop!!! Why are you doing this?” He screamed in agony. The irony of his words made Fiona cackle just as hot tears welled in her eyes. It’s funny that the tables have now turned and he wants her to show him some humanity. He would not get it tonight. He deserved everything he had coming. His actions would be judged, and his punishment would be delegated. The Butterfly held the gun, barrel pointed towards his head, with new-found courage. In the aftermath of it all she would find the closure she had sought after.
“I’m the justice you’ve tried to run from.”Bang!
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》| Ethnicity: African American. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 2, April, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 24
》| Height: 6'0.
》| Weight: 195
》| Build: Athletic
》| Hair Color: Black hair, bald currently
》| Eye Color: Emerald
》| Skin Tone: Caramel
》| Notable Features: 2 ear piercings, ying/yang symbol on left side of neck, basketball tattoo on right shoulder, Tattoo with the initials L.J.E on his left Pec,
》| Standard Attire: Cargo shorts, Jeans, Sweats, T shirts, Tennis shoes, Polos, hoodies
》| Uniform:Zoarell's bodysuit is composed of a matching rash guard, compression pants, gloves, boots, and a mask combined into a full dark blue designed bodysuit. Everything is waterproof, courtesy of the brand that made it for Zoa. The uniform is also as flexible and durable as spandex thanks to Dre's chi infusion. The mask has miniature holes along the design that allow his face to be cool and breathe fine with it and the eyes of the mask is also covered with blue lenses made from Dre's chi that gives him protection and sight, but other's cant see his eyes. the bodysuit offers him no defense as a whole except that it would take a person in good shape to try and tear it with their hands, let alone scissors.
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》| Noted Biography:With Thirty five percent BPL, 25,000 median income, 2500 crimes per 100k people with a quarter going unreported, Paradiso was the city where innocents, along with dreams and ambitions stayed six feet deep. Inhabitants called it The drop, for being at the lowest point of society. Paradiso was also the city where on December 25, 2021 in New Neveah hospital, Zoarell Giovanni Eklips was born. And in his early stages of life, Paradiso proved just how rough it was to the boy.
Five years after he was born, Giovante's parents filed for Divorce due to multiple affairs and domestic violence that was unreported. And with Luther fleeing the country with one of his ladies, his bank account fled from child support as well. To make matters worse his entire life was spun around even more when he and his mother were T boned by a drunk driver. These two events had left him in a huge hole at 5 years old. He was not only left fatherless, but was paralyzed from the waist down.
He dreaded elementary, watching the kids participate in activities he should have been a part of, and being teased and robbed for being a cripple and having two mothers, for Latoya went back into a relationship with Pamalette Diaz. His only acquaintances were those who were bullied as well and shunned from the majority of the kids. His destinations was simply school, and home. His mothers did not want him by himself out in paradiso, especially after dark where the criminals came out to play. His only hobbies were board games and watching television; one genre in particular was martial arts films.
At such a young age Zoarell's mind saw a different view to martial arts. Others in his age bracket and beyond would just see it as entrainment on television or impractical when it came to the traditional arts. The boy on the other hand saw martial arts as a tool to defend oneself and how people carried themselves as practitioners. In mixed martial arts, he also understood at an early age the different possibilities and importance of having more than 1 practical form of self defense. He fell in love with it, but in his physical condition Zoarell' love for it would only exist through television, watching others utilize it. Latoya knew his love for it as well, and sought out a way to bring her baby boy's dream to fruition amongst her true goal.
Latoya couldn't explain it, But during a spring cleaning session with Pam, she found a series of notebooks, that as she got closer to them she experienced a weird feeling inside of her entire body; almost as if she was drawn to them. Inside contained notes speaking on metaphysical forces, or chi energy. The notebooks had many notes, articles, and various utilizations for chi energy. At first Latoya just saw it as interesting material, skimming through the pages but didn't believe in such things despite her connection to it. But her mind began changed when she saw articles about people that suffered injuries beyond repair look and function without a scratch. And then she saw hospital patients in conditions equal or worse than her baby boy, reach 100 percent and above; physical peak.
Latoya decided to test the healing procedure one night during her shift as an EMT. They had recovered a patient who suffered from internal bleeding. With the only experience in chi healing being from the directions she memorized, not only did she stop the bleeding, but she had closed the wound! She told her co workers and the patient how he had fast regeneration and how it was in God's plan, but she knew the truth and was in shock. If she could save that man's life with little knowledge, she could erase what happened that day to her baby boy. She didn't have to pay out of pocket, borrow money from family or be in debt with the banks. All she needed to do was become a student of the game.
So his mother began studying Chi, the exercises that allowed her to tap into her own easily as well as the energy around her. In doing so, she was able to heal those during their shifts by connecting to their chi. And in doing so she was more in tune with herself. She was more confident, more physically fit and achieved a state of well being she hasn't had since her marriage. As the years went by she became more skilled with her chi to where she could sense the life signatures of others. Combined with her healing, she hasn't lost a single victim on her shifts. But while she had became a small shell of hope against the criminal activity, she still hadn't procured the level of healing needed to recreate the nerves in Zo's body for him to walk again, despite growing back his tissue in his legs. She would get her wish when her baby boy turned 13, but at a price...
Gang activity had increased in the years; specifically, a group called the 24th street Southside Rollers or SR24 and Los capos. So much so that calls in specific neighborhoods were too dangerous to enter. Ergo Medics would be on the scene too late. Only those who worked alongside Latoya, had the guts to still travel into dangerous territory. Almost as if they had this feeling of security around her, that everything was going to be okay regardless of what their environment told them. She continued to help those who needed it with her abilities, regardless of their affiliation. One night, she was off her shift heading to a hole in the wall with her team to eat. Little did they know members from Los Capos were there as well. But it wasn't the Los Capos members that were the problem-SR24 was.
A 4 door sedan with a license plate of 4Rs2AlD rolled up 4 deep and shot up everyone that was outside of the diner. The men that were affiliated with Los Capos were the targets along with those who were in the crossfire such as Latoya. Her friends didn't make it and she suffered 1 shot to her shoulder and 3 fatal shots in her midsection. With her Chi all she could do was keep herself stabilized from the time right after, to the 911 call from those inside that survived. But she knew that from the side effects of chi transfer and the connection, it wasn't a matter of if, but when he time was coming. That was when Zoarell suddenly start to feel pain in his body. He couldn't explain it or where it come from. He also couldn't explain the voice that sounded like his mother.
So he did the only thing he could do-tell his mother's girlfriend. He didn't expect her to believe him but lucky enough pam saw the breaking news at a diner Latoya told them they were at. Pam and Zoarell got on the scene a minute or so before medics where they found her. Pam told her help was on the way but she already knew her time was up. So when she saw her paralyzed soon roll to her, she decided not to waste her energy on herself. She told her son to get out the chair So she could hug him one more time. Once she did, she transferred all of her remaining chi and life energy to her son. The end result? "I can feel my legs..." That was all she needed to see and hear knowing that she had completed her last task before dying at the hospital minutes later.
In Latoya's death sparked a different life inside of Zoarell. In the Timeframe before high school he had learned to walk and run once again. The kids that were teens now that ridiculed Z growing up were shocked of his recovery during his high school years. Some tried to become his friend and others continued to push him around; mostly those who had became affiliated with the gangs. Plus due to Latoya being the breadwinner, they weren't able to live the same lifestyle they were able to. With Pam working so much, Zoe had became somewhat of a latch key child. Boredom, being alone and fear were common with Zoe, especially the latter for Pam. Throughout secondary school he started to hang with the wrong crowd and got into low grade territory and the trouble that came with hanging with them.
And yet with the bad came the good for Zoarell in high school. When he was able to walk and run with his legs once again, the first things that he wanted to do going into high school was to get into the activities he missed as a youngster; primarily martial arts followed by any other physical activity he could do. Pam was able to put him in a rec center boxing program in his freshman year before successfully being put on the wrestling team. He picked up both styles rather quickly and was able to hold his own against those who tried to bully him. Most were those who claim they were gang affiliated. In this, brought to life an underground fighting contract from a promoter after watching him in action. clique in school was mostly his crew that had love for him when he was crippled.
Despite the setbacks they were given, they somehow were able to overcome them for a certain amount of time when Z was with them or close by. In the streets he was lucky to shake the shot just before the authorities arrived, while others got caught. The gut feeling he would experience before hand zoe eventually went with it no questions asked. It was the streets that showed him the more gritty side of the gang activity the police, but more importantly it taught him how to be more independent and fearless. Giovante went from the timid, crippled kid to the confident 18 yr old independent man after graduation. All of his close friends either moved around that time or were in the grave along with a piece of the crime rate suprisingly. And with little savings for college, he placed focus to get some coin in his pocket and to help pam with the bills through his fighting career, and his side hustle since high school-boosting cars.
He began to rack up big cash as a result and stayed out of trouble in the process. Eventually he was found but not from police. Instead it was a man that Zoa had never seen before. After another win under his belt he was confronted by strangers outside of the stadium who were trying to rob him. He was holding his own them with ease but one of them noticed the way Gio moved. The men were much more stronger and faster but it was like he anticipated what came next. The fight came to a halt when one of the men had shut Zoa's body down. All he could do is listen as the words that came from one of their mouths wasn't about money or killing him, but recruitment.
He went by Dre, and explained to Zoe that as talented as he was, he could become a better fighter. That was just the tip of the iceberg, for Dre knew about his connection to Chi energy, how he could influence people around him, but get away from trouble this long also. Zoe figured the man was full of s**t and was about to get revenge but that changed when he brought up 3 things: building a team to help around the city, pictures of him boosting cars around paradiso and his mother. Dre used the same procedure his mother used to restore his body and that's when Zoe knew that the same gift his mother had, he possessed as well. The recruitment was in the form of blackmail. Either he accepted his offer, or he turns the evidence to the police, where he'll be in jail for a long, long time. "Let's take back paradiso."
In the window that was 7 years, vibe had trained with teachers and a small group of students in martial arts along with knowledge of chi and its techniques that he used to fight back against the gang war and new drug war. The war to take back their city as years went by slowly went into their hands. Crime caused by SR24 and Los Capos reduced heavily, more jobs were born, the police became more active on the street and the city was slowly but surely coming back to peaceful days long forgotten. On the other side of the tape, a new drug called itych, that somehow allowed those who took it, have access to dark chi briefly was out on the streets. It started small but it was more violence than it had ever been with a handful of criminals and gang members having access to powers that was the antithesis of Zoarell's. It appeared that this new threat would be allieviated when they received a tip about a drug meeting between some of the distributors. Zoe and the rest figured, they bust them, they find out who the top dog is.
It turns out, it was 2 distributors, but the method was more discreet. Instead of manifesting drugs, the two distributors gave the drugs to their "customers" by Chi infusion. As long as they were above ground, there would be more innocents that would be below, so their only solution was to kill them. As the fight progressed The 2 dark disciples alone proved to be tough against dre and Zoe. Zoarell was once again powerless, unable to act. And as he felt his breathing getting heavy, seconds away from being held and crushed in their hands, he felt a whisper in the form of energy deep inside of him that he never felt before. Somehow he knew that if he were to tap into it, he could save himself. Little did he know of the power that did. He saved himself and Dre, but he changed that night.
As the days and weeks past Zoa was losing himself and he and Dre knew not only why, but what would come of it. As he was around his gifted group he noticed that they were getting tired on the field, reaction time a bit slower, performance dropping the longer that Z was with them. Meanwhile his tactics were more savage. In that last year killing was his only method as opposed to a plan B. Slowly Zoa and the rest of the group began to separate and he was becoming a threat to the group. When he finally figured out the truth, he was only down to one option. Zoarell fled Paradiso with his mother Pam to metropolis. Now with nobody else protecting him or training him but a lead from the book his mother had, his primary objective becomes personal: Track down the two distributors that fled to this city, and find out more about this violent energy that's slowly building, and planning to consume him.
》| Family : Latoya Eklipse(Birthmother) Pamelette Diaz(mother) Luther Eklipse(father) Andre Davis(Chi Teacher) Teyana "Teya" Anaye(Striking Coach) Perris Henderson(Grappling Coach) Matthew Kodok(Agility Coach)
》| Personality:Overall Zoarell is a smooth spoken, positive cool cat that will sometimes go from zero to red line with little to no warning in a good or a bad way. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: He tries to stay calm and optimistic most of the time, is outgoing whether its a trip to the outdoors or whether its taking a visit to see what the nightlife has in store for him. Like others he has a good sense of humor with a touch of cockiness due to his abilities. He'll express what he feels most times, trying to see both sides of the coin while his activities will express his adrenaline junkie side to him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Growing up in Paradiso, there was little room for being weak. Either you adapt or you were taken out, plain and simple. From being bullied to finally being able to defend himself, there's times where rather than talk his way out of the situation when he's being called out. He'll not only add more fuel to the fire, but dump the damn barrel into it. Especially with talks about his mother that are clearly non-jokes. Times From his side hustles he has learned that profanity usage and lying isn't as bad as his teachers claimed it was, nor is cheating, and stealing and will fall back into his old habits at times. That being said he can be seen as a hypocrite, as he dislikes people that follows these ways while he does them without guilt. His cockiness falls in this side as well, from getting away with small crime he'll have an itch to do it again.
》| Dislikes:Being Disrespected being taken advantage of, Liars, Cheaters, unnecessary violence at times, sitting down in the same spot for too long, staying still, Graveyards, Bullies, western medicine, most fast food joints, police,
》| Hobbies: Practicing martial arts, anything to get his adrenaline fix, basketball, gambling, swimming, dancing, board games, video games, watching television
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》| Superhuman Ability: "Most people think that Chi is on some ancient Chinese secret bullshit. The truth is, it flows throughout all of us. And only a small few can control it to produce certain...talents."- Andre Davis.
Zoarell can generate and utilize the universal energy that flow throughout all living things and in the atmosphere, known as Chi(or Ki) energy
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Perhaps the biggest strengths that Zoarell possess with his ability is versatility, making him a jack of all trades with the following techniques.
Chi weaponry: "Ay hold on Teya, ya'll walking around, making swords, energy discs and s**t and I get training using a boy scout knife?-Zoarell
Starting from the bottom when it came to conjuring weaponry made of energy, Zoarell's first and only weapon at the moment that he can summon and dismiss is a green/black Chi blade that appears to be 5 inches with a 5 inch handle, 3 inches wide, weighing almost next to nothing. Its designed to where it has the advantages of a myriad of knives with none of its drawbacks. One big advantage is that it can be used as a throwing knife using two methods despite its appearance. With a throw he can cover 30 feet in one second. The second big advantage is that its strong enough to tear through Kevlar itself, along with energy based constructs and somehow enhances flavor in foods. At first he saw it as a boy scout knife. After his training, it's now a part of him, practically one of his last best friends.
Chi sensing: "Chi is a constant flow of energy that is around you. They're your second pair of eyes Zoarell. Tap into its energy that flows throughout the city, Feel it's echo, into vibrations that dive to the cellular level of life itself."- Andre Davis. By following Dre's teachings, Zoarell can sense the chi energy flowing inside of individuals. But Zoarell has taught himself to classify different energy between one another and their attributes. He places them as D class(18 points or less points allocated, average joes) C(20-40 points allocated, talented individuals), B class(40-60 points allocated), A class(60-80) and S class(90-100 points). Zoarell demonstrated this technique when he pinpointed gang members tainted with Dark Chi and gauged how tough they were.
Chi Void: "You're wondering why you didn't sense me coming? Besides your mother You didn't think you were the only one that could tap into Chi did you?"-Andre.
Just as Eklipse can sense chi energy flowing around him he can masks his own Chi; sever it from the surface. As a result this allows him to become hidden from the 5 senses, but by other means of sensing him out. Whether it's from certain spectrums, or powers from individuals.
Chi-Jitsu: "Just as Chi can create various effects in the body, crippling it can produce various effects as well...I'll come get you in 10 minutes."-Dre
Chi-Jitsu is a martial art that was taught by Z not too long after Dre took him in. It's a martial art that makes use of chi,specializing in movement, and balance. With movement, Zoarell can stand, walk and run along nearly any surface with ease and can with one leg can perform a stride at far as 10 feet without losing momentum, and can land light as a feather. This allowed Zoarell to navigate the city with little effort, whether he was running on water or running on walls. And the balance aspect taught Zoarell to substitute human requirements such as food and sleep.
Chi Infusion: "She healed me to the man I am today and saved too many lives on her shifts with this technique. I can only hope to do good with my Chi as she did with her.-Zoarell
Experienced first hand from his mother, Zoarell can dive into the healing aspects of Chi and transfer his own energy into individuals. In doing so he can achieve 2 conclusions: Restore their energy or opening their chi pathways. With the latter, he increases the different strengths in individuals. Those with a 2 or a 3 in a specific stat can go to a 4 or a 5, while those with a 4 or a 5 in a category can go to a 5 or a 6. In high school, without any grasp of it he would notice that his crippled friends achieved accomplishments they wouldn't be able to do otherwise. His friend with Cerebral Palsy was able to walk as eloquent as a supermodel with Zoa's effects, while one of his special needs friends could read through a high school fiction book with zero pause only in between periods.
Chi intuition: "It was intense. I didn't know what was going on, I couldn't explain it. I just knew that something was wrong, and we needed to go to my mother, fast. Even when I would get in fights, I knew what was coming and felt the same feeling...It kept me standing out of a jail cell"-Zoarell
And his first power that had awoken inside of him, the power that had always seemed to keep him out or the light of trouble just as it was flashing in his direction and what makes Zoa tricky to put down is his Chi intuition. By feeling the Chi energy around him, he can use it to alert him of incoming danger. In his teens he used it when boosting cars, knowing which cars were good for the taking and which cars he had to leave for another day, and when s**t was going down with Southside Rollers and Los Capos. After training with Dre, he can use it to alert him of incoming projectiles and strikes out on the field. In training he knew nearly a second beforehand when a strike would come, where it would come from, allowing him to adapt in combat from one enemy to multiple groups with ease.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Aside from the specific drawbacks described below to his move set perhaps his biggest weakness, is the ability to deliver an effective offense. When he was brought in by Dre, he saw the potential he had as well as a hint of dark energy within him. He taught Zoe how to defend specific attacks with Chi that he never taught Zoe, learning how to defend and feel Chi, rather than attack with it. The abilities he learned such as sensing Chi, Chi Jitsu, Chi intuition cancelling his own Chi energy and Infusing the energy that doesn't fall into the offensive side of Chi. As a result, Zoa is limited to his bread and butter that is close and medium range with his knife and his Chi intuition to deliver effective damage.
Zoarell's Chi sensing can only sense a individual's powers on the surface level at the mastery he is at. That means a C class individual could either just be a talented person, or depending on their ability could be much stronger. This was exposed when Zoarell was sparring with Kodok. He has sensed Kodok as a C class individual, but he was hiding his until the climax of their fight when he was actually a B class individual.
With Zoarell's Chi Void technique, he can still be seen with Camera's. Outside technology, he can still be sensed out by individuals who are stronger than him in Chi mastery, who can utilize magic or any supernatural energy to find people, and individuals with enhanced senses.
In the Chi-Jitsu category, his speed boost can only be applied when he is against a surface that can't be normally walked on, On ground he can only cover as much ground as his body will allow him to naturally. His slow fall only applies to the amount of space beneath his feet after jumping off of the specific surfaces, which gives him the impression that he is in flight.
Zoa's Chi blade is slick and versatile, but at the end of the day it is still a knife. Against weapons with longer range he is at a disadvantage. While he is deadly in close and medium range, long range combat can be much more telegraphed and avoided around the 30 feet mark and beyond. And with the human body being able to withstand multiple stab wounds, one can expect Zoa to have to deliver and strike at specific zones to put down one his opponent, rather than mow them down one by one.
As deadly as Zoarell is with his Chi intuition ability, multiple people who attack him at once, those are much quicker than him can puts Zoarell on the defense and land a hit on him depending on their skill and technique. When Z fought someone possessed with Dark Chi, while he knew a flurry of straight punches were coming at him, he wasn't quick enough to avoid them or counter, but instead block them. A second weakness is that the technique shines most in close/mid range and shines the least in far ranged combat. A smart individual that specializes in long range combat would use their distance and stay in their range against Zoarell. Another weakness is that it's a technique designed to perform at above human levels, a technique that Dre didn't teach Zoa. Depending on the situation, the speed of his movement against the mentioned drawbacks and how many people he's facing, it becomes his most versatile technique that can push him beyond what he can handle.
Eklipse's Chi infusion technique can be seen clearly by those who possess a similar ability which is healing. Zoarell can't heal injuries with his technique. For example, Zoa can temporarily augment a person's speed beyond their present level, but he wouldn't be able to heal their sprained ankle. He can temporarily make a person stronger physically, but their tear in their quadriceps will not close. Zoa has also realized that the body seems to undergo a DOMS(Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness) effect. Depending on their condition can last for days or a week at most, while augmenting powers(depending on their mastery) can make his or her power less effective or spaz out for the same duration. A pyrokinetic suffering from this may accidentally cause a small ember with a handclap when they were dancing to music. But the biggest drawback that he has learned and experienced is the "Bond" that his energy will form with someone. His energy knows when Zoa has feelings or a connection with a person. A good explanation is none other than Latoya Eklipse. The connection she had with her son, her team, in addition to constantly using the Chi infusion on them was so strong, that when it broke, the pain was equivalent to dying. Its not a last resort technique but the circumstance that needs to be met for Zoa to use this, trust and care for the other person with a drawback that only affects him, It will be rare for him to use this technique on who he cares about, but rather strangers, for the connection and feeling is almost none.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes:When Zoa powers up or calls upon Chi energy within, he produces an emerald/black aura. And contrary to popular actions during this action, The only time Zoa is screaming is when he is in pain from drawing from the depths of his Chi energy. As a result when he is fatigued, drawing upon Chi energy can create cuts and tears into his body, as he is now going into a different realm of energy only his mother knew about. It was described to him by Dre as "Forcing your body to Push your max bench press after an hour of working out, or putting your car's tachometer in the red zone with no oil."
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Gymnastics/Parkour(advanced): Training under Kodok has pushed Zoarell's body strength to new heights. While he is no stranger to weights, he noticed that most martial artists were quick, lean and agile. In addition it also helped him out with his ability and what he can do in the cage. His ability to move from point A to Point B efficiently has increased tremendously from basic vault jumps in his teens, running away from teens and cops before s**t would hit the fan. Once he is on the move, whether it's to escape or to get that adrenaline rush, Zoarell can clear nearly anything in front of him with ease with little speed lost.
Dancing(Intermediate): "The way that the body moves through space and time while dancing it amazing...It's a beautiful art really."-Z
Zoe was amazed at the dancers he saw on television and in the streets and after regaining his ability to walk again he applied the same mindset into learning how to dance, the way he did with his martial arts; specifically the art of Hip-Hop, B-Boy, Bachata, and Merenge. Aside from learning how to have proper rhythm and flow, his confidence has increased.
Boosting(Master): "There's fundamental steps to this hustle my padawan. A little bump, a shimmy here, a wire there, and voila, a brand new car."-Royer
Back when things were a bit tight and Zoarell spent more time in the streets than he did around his mother he needed a hustle to get some coin in his pocket. Well luck ran into him when he heard about an opportunity from his buddy that involved stealing cars, or its more proper term boosting. Originally Royer taught Zoarell with the intent of scoring big and leaving him in the dust, but in the end it was Royer that was put behind bars when he tried to bite off more than he could chew. In Royer's absence, the Padawan became the Jedi as Zoa learned the ins and outs, the do's and don'ts on how to obtain a car or to sell it for cash. He has also grown a fascination in cars as a result.
Cooking/Cleaning(Intermediate): "I'm not going to be here forever mijo. I need you to carry on my recipes and treats. Now hand me those tortillas."-Pam
In regaining the ability to walk and run again, he was also taught how to run things in the house such as cleaning and cooking. These small but overlooked skills helped Zoa in the long run for there was many nights where he had the house to himself the majority of the time and had to cook for himself while his mother was at work. Fast forward to now, he can whip up tasty meals for himself or others, especially Mexican food.
Street Smarts(Master): "I know you book smart but you got to be street smart as well. Book smarts keep those above average grades. Street smarts keeps you above the grave"-Royer
Zoarell had little problems in high school and elementary, even as it appeared he was losing focus while running the streets. But outside of school, Zoarell was still learning, only instead of his knowledge coming from a book it came from experience in Paradiso. From his years there, even as he was doing his part to eliminate crime he learned who he could trust, who was shady and who wasn't, sections of town that were safe and wasn't and how to blend in his environment.
Knives(intermediate): "Versatility and Concealment, Zoarell, remember that about knives. A jack of all trades but a master or none. But often times, better than a master of one."-Teyana
With his Ki blade being the only weapon he was taught to manifest, Eklipse learned the fundamentals of a knife and how to use it in combat. He learned stances, main regions of the body to attack, footwork, traps and how to throw them as well. This also resulted in Zoa having a interest in knives overall. Back in paradiso he applied it well, threatening and/or subduing many enemies with or without his other chi abilities.
Bilingual(intermediate): "Mom I am rolling my R's, I sound like an engine over here..."-Zoarell
Like many children that grow up in a household with parents that speak English, Zoarell of course has that language down. When his mother began dating Pam, they both thought it would be beneficial for Zoa to speak Spanish. Having a mother that can speak Spanish and taught Zoa, along with taking classes in high school, he can speak espanol to where he can hold his own, but every now and then may not have his Spanish slight off or have the English tone with his espanol.
Guns(Beginner): "They want to live by the guns? Then they have no problem dying by them."-Zoarell
Even though he doesn't have a pistol in his arsenal, Zoarell is definitely not a stranger to guns. From losing his mother at the hands of them, looking through the barrel of one, going to sleep through the sounds of them at times, and dodging them. Zoarell has even had lives in the palm of his hands with one. Not only does he know the basics around one, he isn't afraid to use one and to take a life with one.
Mixed Martial arts(Intermediate): "We're both fighters. The difference Is that I'm a martial artist....So when the pressure seemed too much, he reached for air. I went deeper"-Z
What makes Zoarell so dangerous may not be his knowledge in Chi but rather his knowledge in martial arts. As a child, Zoa has loved them and the second he got a chance to he dove head first into whatever he could get his hands and feet on. After his mother's death, as a freshman he learned how to take a punch and deliver one in boxing(Advanced), and how to utilize grappling to takedown and hold an opponent in wrestling(Intermediate). He received a fighting contract and is an active fighter with the EFC(Elite fighting championship) organization in his teens and by being trained under Teyana and Perris, he was taught how to make his body one weapon with Muay Thai(Advanced), how to utilize leverage and balance in Judo(Intermediate), and how to not only fight on his back but to submit and break bones in the human body with Brazilian Jiu Jitsu(Advanced). A true, but blunt saying he heard that may make traditional martial artists look down on is "Whatever works on trained killers is the best s**t."
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》|Full Name:Gabriel Clyne xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Gabe
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 11 December xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 24
》| Height: 6'3"
》| Weight: 215lbs
》| Build: Athletic
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Green
》| Skin Tone: Natural Tan
》| Notable Features:Scars adorn his back in the form of claw marks.
》| Standard Attire:Semi Casual - Dress shirt with jeans
》| Uniform:Whatever he feels like wearing
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》| Noted Biography: Having the ability to be whoever I want to be whenever I want to be has probably been both the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. You see, it's so easy to take things for granted and abuse an ability such as mine that I've gone through the entire works during the course of my life. My life before my ability was pretty mediocre, I wouldn't say horrible but it wasn't any classy cushy mansion life that I'm able to live now for as long as I so please. I've already raked in the bucks to sit on my a** for the rest of my life and get cancer treatments ten times over while buying myself the newest Lamborghini model so I'm pretty much set for life as far as I'm concerned.
My life started in the outskirts of New Orleans, think the darker part of town that the tourists wouldn't even look at with all those crummy motels and hotels that you only associate poor people, drug dealers and scum with. I was born because my mom got banged up by some dude who pretended to be a talent agent who saw her in a stripper bar. He conned her and told her that she would be able to make it as an actress with her beauty and skill (she was very beautiful as for skilled, I hope to never know). My mom, knowing she was pregnant with a kid, knew she'd probably need to have a better lifestyle than what she had to support a kid so she didn't even have so much as a second thought as to whether my dad was legit.
She paid him one grand and waited for him to hook her up with a plane flight to Hollywood and set her up with someone who would allow her to be on set. Turns out he never got back to her on that and the number he gave her was fake, so much for that. And soon enough my mom realized she was going to be having a kid in a number of months, was short one grand and really wanted to kick some guy's ******** a**.
So eventually I was born and my mom being as stubborn as she is, kept phoning the man's number, assuming that he would have to pick up someday. It wasn't some fake voicemail, it was his own voice so she assumed it had to be his phone. Of course, she always ran the chance of forcing him to decide to get a new phone but that wasn't exactly my mother's greatest concern at the time. The only thing she cared about was getting her one grand back as well as letting the sleazy b*****d know that he had a son and that he'd better goddamn well support that son or she'd come track him down herself.
Unfortunately my mom's threats never really worked, that was until I was ten years old and I was going to grade school because my mom wanted to assure I did a whole hell of a lot better than her and escaped the dump we were in. Not only was she stripping now but she was hooking on the side to try to assure that I got an education. All I know is that woman's probably the only woman in my life I'll ever be grateful for because she's the only one who would actually care enough to work that hard to see that I was happy. She's probably the only person in the world I'll dare say I love as well.
Anyhow, my dad decided to show up at my school one day and he didn't really tell my mom he was going to at all. He was a stranger to me so naturally I wrote him off as a creep and decided to ignore him and get him to piss off. That was when he pulled out the arsenal that he was my dad and it actually managed to stop me in my tracks and make me do a double take. I supposed it was plausible but me being me I was still skeptical and decided to play it safe and just wait at the school until he went away.
I remember him telling me how he was proud that I seemed much more clever than my mother and I remember that pissing me off. My mother wasn't stupid, she had the potential to be an absolutely brilliant woman she just didn't have the money to get herself there. There was a difference between being poor and stupid that was for sure and I made sure he ******** knew it.
Eventually the guy decided to compromise and phoned my mother to tell her he was picking me up which absolutely enraged her after her how many years of calling. He assured her I'd be fine and that he would see to it I had a great life and that I'd be going to a very prestigious academy where I wouldn't have to worry about getting jipped in terms of my education. Of course my mother grew conflicted over the matter but eventually she decided that I was better off in my father's hands because he did have the ability to take better care of me. Soon enough I was packing up and moving out with my father.
I moved out with my father when I was ten. While the guy was filthy rich, he didn't know how to be a father or parent in general at all. So instead of taking the time to bother getting to know me or bond at all, he spent one dinner with me and shipped me off to boarding school.
Turned out the guy's cooking was horrendous too or so I thought until I paid a visit to the nurse on site. While I had what she thought at first was a case of semi severe food poisoning, her mind was soon changed when my fever was accompanied by me quite literally turning different shades of the rainbow. I was sent off to the hospital where the health professionals determined that I had apparently consumed martian the evening before and it was now activating my dormant human meta gene and partially combining with my DNA.
At the time I had absolutely no clue what any of it meant being a ten year old and all. However, I eventually came to understand that it meant my father had fed me martian the evening before and residual cells of DNA from it had attached and combined themselves to my own. The attributes I received as a result were the ability to shift my shape, colour, structure, texture and morph myself into almost anything as well as I'd inherited a healing factor: both attributes that my body retained from consuming the martian DNA. However, while my body had taken on and retained characteristics of a martian, I did not retain all the abilities nor the actual form of a martian. I was still very much human, just with a few additions due to my meta human genes retaining a few martian abilities.
Naturally I went home and had a wee talk with my father about the whole ordeal. Turned out he'd invested in some dud film and it had cost him a fair chunk of money so his solution was apparently to feed me martian and hope for the best. He hired some whack job who called himself Jaffar and the guy taught me infiltration techniques, helped me out with controlling my abilities and trained me physically. I guess I was simply another investment on my father's part since he was quick to enlighten me the reason for my training was so I could help him regain his fortune. He assured I attended my prestigious classes but on the side I was making side trips to various celebrity homes and 'borrowing' some of their fortune. I knew better than to believe my dad would actually pay the people back, however, I still chose to help the guy out. It was a step up from being bored in school constantly.
So from roughly eleven until I turned old enough to attend college I helped my sketchy father out and he rebuilt his fortune. As his thanks to me he sent me to Oxford in order to earn my drama degrees. Being as influential as my father was, before I'd even completed them I had agents calling me and asking if I'd like to co-star in shows. Eventually I moved up to minor roles in movies and it wasn't long before I hit it big with main roles in various types of movies.
My father, of course, had been the one to get me all the connections so turns out he hadn't been a complete and total con man, just an a** hole. Due to the fact he was in a sense my agent, I was expected to pay him. However, I eventually became revered enough on my own that I was able to fly the coop and free myself of my reliance on my father. I bought my own agent, my own place and essentially never talked to him again.
Unlike my father, however, I did assure to go back to New Orleans and find my mother. I made sure to pamper her and assure she was able to permanently retire. While my father had done a lot for me it had never been for the right reasons. My mother, however, had always had faith in me and despite the fact she'd obviously seen me on the big screens, had never begged me for even a pinch of my fortune.
So while I kept getting hired on for big time roles my mother lived in what she referred to as paradise. Me being me, I quickly grew bored with devoting all my time to showing up for premieres, being harassed constantly by fans and having to deal with the public in general so I eventually moved to Gotham, having heard rumors of the inflated crime rates. I chose to fly off the radar to an extent and give my abilities more of a stretch than I had in a while. It wasn't long before I was finding myself in life threatening situations and having the time of my life.
Of course I eventually got myself into a spot of trouble and that was where the League was forced to intervene. In order to 'keep my craft alive' I continued infiltrations every now and then of celebrity homes. It wasn't out of necessity for money but simply to keep myself in peak condition. So it just so happened one day I decided to rob Bruce Wayne. Needless to say I ended up getting caught and while he was quite irate at first, he couldn't help but admire my charm and good looks ... Kidding. I guess the guy felt the best way to keep an eye on me was to throw me into the League. It was that or face the wrath of Batman so I decided to stick with the League route ...
》| Family: Nicholas Rickman (Father - Estranged)
Melanie Clyne (Mother - Close, Funds her with his fortune)
》| Personality:"I've spent so much time taking on the roles of other people that I'm not entirely sure I know who I am myself at times any longer. Should it disturb me? Perhaps, but for the most part it doesn't bother me. It's exceedingly difficult for me to be sincere and from the bottom of my heart seeing as most of my life I've simply feigned whatever reaction was deemed most effective at that point in time. The people who call themselves my 'friends' are mostly just interested in my money, my appearance or my potential so I'll play along with them for the fun but I'm by no means naive." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Gabe is extremely observant and able to adapt himself to suit almost any situation - works well under pressure. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: He doesn't play particularly well with others due to trust issues.
》| Likes: Cleverness, Intelligence, Risk-takers, Solitude, Keeping his 'craft' alive, His Mother, His money, Playing games with people, Uniqueness, Innocence
》| Dislikes:His fame, fake people pretending they care about him, fangirls/boys, idiots, His Father, getting caught, being forced against his will, being used
》| Hobbies:Harmonica, Side Missions, People Watching, Cooking
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Great at infiltration since he can take on the form of anyone he so desires so long as he's seen them whether it's been physically or simply in a picture. He can also mold himself into a generic form that he thinks of off the top of his head. He can change his physique, gender, height, weight, hair colour, hair length, etc at will. Animals he has down pat mostly as well for they are mammals, it is the inanimate objects he tends to have more difficulty with. Gabe also possesses a healing factor that enables him to heal injuries much faster than the average person.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: If tasered or at all injected with voltage he loses molecular stability and his true form is issued forth. This is detrimental to him if he happens to be on an infiltration mission with high stakes or simply leaves him at the mercy of others' abilities once they discover he is not who they thought he was. While he has little to no difficulty with mammal transformations, he finds more difficulty with non mammal animals and even more difficulty yet with inanimate objects. While he does have a healing factor that heals him faster than an average person, it takes an increasingly longer period of time for him to heal the worse the wound is. Thus if he is fatally wounded he will likely not bleed out like a typical person would but if he continues to fight he runs the risk of overextending himself or being struck again. Therefore survival, if he is relying on his healing factor, is dependent on him buying himself enough time to heal.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: Acting, Infiltration Techniques (Parkour, Lock-Picking, Stealth), Con-Artistry, Charm, Persuasion, Hand to Hand Combat, Basic Fire Arms Training
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》|Full Name: Theodore von Windsor xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Theo
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: German American
》| Birthday: June 17th xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: Twenty-Four
》| Height: Six Feet Zero inches
》| Weight: One hundred and sixty pounds
》| Build: He is on the lean muscular side to where his arms and legs are somewhat toned, but he doesn't have crazy rock abs or anything like that.
》| Hair Color: Black
》| Eye Color: Green
》| Skin Tone: Paleish (Has some color, but still kind of pale)
》| Notable Features:He wears colored contacts a lot which chances his eye color, sometimes from normal colors like blue to abnormal colors like yellow. Also, he has his ears pierced on the earlobe which allows him to wear whatever earrings he feels like wearing. Some tattoos are on his person, like a cliche skull. But, he doesn't really have any interesting stories to their name.
》| Standard Attire: He's not particular about what he wears. While he does tend to wear darker colors, he wears anything from graphic t-shirts, pants, long-sleeved shirts, shorts, etc. Just depends on the weather and his mood. He will sometimes wear bright colors or whites if it is summer or spring. Also, no matter what, what effort he does put into is color coordination.
》| Uniform: He just wears spandex with some lightening bolts on it. He wears a hood like make over his face to hide his identity that has a sparks of electricity across it.
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》| Noted Biography: Theo was born to a high middle class family. His father was a Head of a Bank while his mother was psychologist. He was an only child and his family always was small and close knit. His family would gather together for holidays and birthdays, and he felt he could rely on any of them if need be (And he hoped they felt the same about him). Due to that, he always felt supported in whatever he wished to pursue. At first, he had wished to be do something in biology, either a botanist or a biology teacher. Then, after seeing some of his cousins going into the military, he decided he wanted to become a medic in the military.
To do so, he entered the military on a part time army reserve level so he could go to college to study biology and other sciences to work towards entering medical school. During those years, he would go to training whenever required and knew at some point he could be pulled away for a tour of duty once he graduated. Fine by him. He did his best to study hard, but he sometimes got distracted by parties and other fun college related stuff. Luckily for him, he did graduate and worked on getting himself into a medical school.
The events that happened with superheroes and super-villains were more background noise to him. He never thought himself really apart of that sphere unlike those citizens dragged in by the destruction left behind. But, for him, he would get dragged in rather he liked it or not.
After getting into medical school and having been there for awhile, the city started to have an increase in gang activity. The gang called themselves the Reapers. What made the gang hard to control was that some of the gang members had powers and those gang members made it hard for the cops to keep them under control. Nether the less, Theo tried his best to live his life even with the growing danger.
One day though, he was spotted by the Reapers and they attempted to rob him. He did his best to fight back against the Reapers. He had no idea what was going to happen when he placed his hand against the head of one of his attackers. Within an instant though, sparks came out of his hand and the Reaper fell over, lying on the ground like a doll. The other Reapers backed away from him before running off. Theo had no reason what he had done until he went to check the pulse of the attacker.
There was no heartbeat...at all.
He found himself immediately backing away and running away from the accidental crime he had committed. The shock of what he had done left him unable to do much for a while. It wasn't until Theo finally snapped himself out of it and tried to figure out how he had done what he had done. With a little experimentation, Theo discovered he seemed to be able to manipulate electricity. He tried to use the power in secret to get a better grasp of it as he continued to study.
During one his school related breaks, he went home and spent some time with his family. He had a hard time figuring out a way to explain what he had happened to him. Towards the end of that break though, Theo gained the courage to tell them...but the reaction to him having powers was mixed. For some of his family viewed him as a monster, while others still saw him as Theo including his parents. Due to this unrest. Theo decided to head back to school.
By then though, the gang had almost taken over the whole city where his school was. He felt compelled to try and help the people. Thus, he became a masked vigilante since he didn't want his identity out there. He got pulled a lot by the life of a student, an army reserve, and masked vigilante. He should have known things wouldn't have lasted.
One of the students happened to walk into his room when he thought the door was locked and saw him taking off the mask of the vigilante. The student put two to two together and well...Theo found himself caught and found out. He got "honorably discharged" from the military and kicked out from the medical school he was over halfway finished.
He felt quite lost then and simply wandered across the United States on what money he had to his name, trying not to rely on his parents. His travels lead him to keep fighting against criminals and trying to find a different purpose. When he was approached about joining the new Justice League, he figured he would give it a shot. Because at the moment, he honestly had nothing else to do.
Maybe helping others fight against villains would allow him to find the new purpose he sought.
》| Family : Harold von Windsor - Father Elissa von Windsor - Mother
》| Personality:Out of Costume: He can be considered a playful guy. He loves to tell jokes and he loves to be a part of jokes. His humor is of the light sort, never really going overly dark or overly perverted. He rarely gets offended and seems to take life in stride. His humor sometimes goes into mild-flirting if he finds someone good-looking or just wants to mess with them(Which sometimes has made him come off as being into guys and girls...)
However, he can be easily brought to anger if he perceives someone he cares about being hurt, used, and so on. That is the only time emotion seems to really control Theo. Besides that, he can be a bit of a smartass, and tends to tell it like it is. Sometimes, that has earned him a slap or two. Due to his sometimes lack of a filter, he finds himself feeling awkward when he has accidentally offended someone or made someone upset. That awkwardness leads him to usually apologize or talk for a bit in a manner that says, "I really don't know what to say or do right now...".
When he is close to someone, he is very close with them. He will do anything for them...besides getting over his phobia of spiders. In this way, Theo could be considered selfless to the point of it being an Achilles Heel, for he would rather have his loved ones happy than not. But, he does have his breaking points and does have the ability to stand up for himself. It is just sometimes...he doesn't know when is the best time to be selfless and when is the best time to be selfish.
Also, Theo can be described as selectively intelligent. While in some areas he slacks in, other areas he puts his all into. The areas he puts all into are the ones he knows the most about, such as biology for instance.
Lastly, he has a lot of energy to him to the point of almost being hyperactive. He usually tends to take his energy out through physical activity. But, if he is deprived of that...Theo can become a bit too talkative for his own good.
In Costume: He stills keeps his smartass and genuine way of speaking. Sometimes, he even still cracks jokes and mildly flirts with people. However, in costume, Theo does his best to be a lot calmer...but also more logical in his thinking. He tries not to reveal any of his weaknesses(Even if not revealing his phobia is nigh impossible) and he tries to think what will be best for the good of all rather than the good of the people he cares for. But, Theo is still human, and he sometimes finds himself putting people over others. Though, that is only if he sees the people he cares about in danger.
Lastly, another thing he does do in costume that he doesn't do outside of costume is act like he doesn't care if he offends someone. While he will still feel the urge to try to make it up inside of him, Theo will keep that urge back for the sake of keeping his identity a secret. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Loyal, Selectively Intelligent, Determined Learner, Good with people (for the most part), and Creative xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Overly Selfless at times, Lack of a Filter, Struggle with Emotions at times, His phobia, and can be a bit too hyperactive to handle
》| Likes: Spider free zones, Joking around, Expressing himself with his style, Biology, and Spending time with friends and family
》| Dislikes: SPIDERS!!!, Having to pick everyone over loved ones, Eye contacts bothering his eyes, Seeing people have un-color coordinated outfits, and miscommunication
》| Hobbies: Gun shooting, Parkour, Messing around with technology (hacking, taking apart computers, etc.), Watching TV, and Playing his Harmonica.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Electrokinesis - The manipulation of electricity from the electricity from lightening to the electricity found to power house hold appliances.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Immune to his own electricity unless covered in water, can use electricity from storms as well as conjure his own electricity, anything that conducts electricity will be effected by his ability, and can use the electricity to mess with technology by blowing fuses, etc.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: If he is covered in water he can shock himself if he is not careful, things that do not conduit electricity will won't like rubber tires and will not be effected by the electricity, he can suffer effects of static electricity if around a lot of things conducting electricity like raised hair and shocking himself and people with a faint spark, and his electricity has a distance requirement of being able to manipulate anything within twenty feet
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: If he is not careful with his electrokinesis, he has found his power to blow up guns and mess with cars that he is riding in. But, he usually only has such issues if under a lot of emotional stress. To try and prevent such, he will tend to wear some sort of rubber accessory to try and buffer some of his power.
》| Non-powered Abilities: The only thing worth noting is that he has been slowly teaching himself parkour to make it easier to maneuver about He also has been trying to teach himself how to hack...but that hasn't been going as well as the parkour. So about beginner level at Parkour and beginner level at hacking. Due to his army reverse days, he has intermediate level in Guns and he has Intermediate Level in First Aid / Medical knowledge due to his studies.
