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 Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 9:46 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Lilith Ara
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Thinker 8
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Lil
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Kozi
» AGE x/ x 22
» GENDER x/ x Fee Mail
» SEXUALITY x/ x Straight
» BIRTHDAY x/ x 5/11
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x New York City, New York
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x New York
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5'7
» WEIGHT x/ x 145lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Blueish Grey
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Dirty Blonde
» BUILD x/ x She's pretty limber considering how much time she spends being active. She blurs the line between lean and muscular, connecting them in an almost tone manner while remaining slim.
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x Birthmark on her tongue that resembles a snake, tattoo of a caduceus on her back.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x She likes wearing loose fitting clothing on her upper body, sleeves that dangle and fabric that seems to envelop her body entirely. She wears yoga pants and tights often, by habit mostly. She intelligently accessorizes as well, with numerous necklaces, rings, bangles and chokers occupying space in her home.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x A black, skintight suit that is as flexible as she is, and durable enough to withstand the elements. She wears heeled shoes, since nobody can walk in them better than she can, and a mask covers the upper portion of her face. She keeps keeps her hair tied in dutch braids when she goes out in costume as well. When she goes out on cape outings, her lipstick is always black, along with dark blush against her usually pale skin.
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic/Neutral-Leaning Evil
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Thinker [8]
» POWERS
Enhanved Learner
You have the ability to rapidly learn knew skills so long as you watch them be performed at least once or attempt to learn them yourself. Note however that this only applies to what you are physically capable of doing. This means that you may not learn parahuman abilities or otherwise perform feats your body can not handle.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xEgotistical x2.xBrilliant x3.xAdamant x4.xObsessive
» PERSONALITY
Hardwork was never something that Lilith was shy of. As a matter of fact she seemed to be most at home when she had time to herself to study this or that for this class or that one. When she could exercise her brain in more dynamic ways, she felt true happiness. She was very personable and her wicked, crackling intelligence seemed to play right into everything she did,
including but not limited to making friends and enemies in her first year of high school. While she always harbored a stark abhorrence for failure, especially of her own design, she wasn't so obsessive prior to getting brought on by some splinter group of the Red Hand. Well, we all know how that turned out.
After she triggered, the realization that the age old question, "What would you try if you knew you couldn't fail?" was a very literal thing for her propelled her personality in an expected direction. The perfectionist qualities, the confidence, it all bolstered the more she learned, the more she taught herself. She had a natural aptitude for having natural aptitudes, after years of having a set in work ethic. She saw so many doors open for her she couldn't help but take full advantage of it all, and let it go to her head.
» LIKES
↳ Sweet Wines, kittens, small birds, intelligence, enigmas, things she can really work at.
» PASSIONS
↳ Being challenged, accomplishing goals, winning, making money
» DISLIKES
↳ boredom, slow things, things from which she has nothing to gain, murderers.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ failure above everything, losing.
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Future Gravekeeper, Currently Red Hand
» POSITION x / x Stoneworker, Heist Extraordinair
If cities don't sleep, neither do criminals.
» RESIDENCE x / x Condo
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Survived a small massacre of her initial induction into the villain world by incapacitating three armed, but relatively untrained men.
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Lockpick Set
█ »x Smartphone with headphones and an SD card
█ »x Backpack, standard.
█ »x Laptop she uses to case out her heists
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
An annoyingly overbearing father raised Lilith on his own until the time she turned twelve and met the best distraction of his life, his new girlfriend.
Prior to him keeping the man busy, he would ride the girl about studying too much, worrying she wouldn't make firends. When it wasn't that, he told her she wasn't spending enough time studying and would end up a drug addict like her mother if she didn't get a handle on her studies. It was honestly exhausting but she didn't let it get to her too much. For the most part, she seemed to get by just fine with the man, until at the age of 16 someone came to her with an offer after catching wind of an exceptionally gifted math student through the grape vine. If her father was still present at all, he wouldve seen the signs she was deep into a life of crime soon enough to save her from her trigger event, but by the time he picked up on it she was all but ready to emancipate and live on her own, much to his chagrin and deep rooted jealousy. After it happened, the man had only "I warned you"
to say to her before slamming shut his door in her face. To say she turned red in the face is an understatement, but with her newfound powers she wouldn't be homeless for long. The Red Hand picked up a thinker of such potency almost immediately, and she made enough to get her own place set up. Now, a few years later, she's managed to stay relatively under the radar while learning as many new skills as she could in as many ways that could help a budding world class thief. She learned to pick locks, how to climb buildings from both experience and watching others, how to defend herself quite handily in hand to hand combat, became a marksman with BB guns,
which is a skill she has yet to translate using real weapons but will likely come with time, how to throw knives, the proper way to run to get the most out of each step, how to speed read and stop subvocalizing, how to workout at home without access to weights or a gym and perhaps most impressively how to balance on any sort of footing. All of these were perfect skills for a thief to learn for one reason or another, and she has big plans.
The entire world is just a safe, and for someone like her nothing is ever locked.
» TRIGGER EVENT
How do I always end up in these situatinos. If it isn't one thing, day in and day out, it's another entirely. Though normally I never end up in situations this... dire. Click. The sound sets my heart off like I just broke into a sprint. Cold steel touched the side of my head, as if the sound of the hammer on the revolver next to my ear wasn't enough. For ******** sake, why me? White hot lines tears down tore down my face. Crying was an instant defense mechanism people like me often found helpful... said no one. My face turned a bright red from fear, anxiety and raw embarassment. Mostly from fear however. The smell was so metallic now... fresh gunpowder mixing with the scent of pooling blood assaulted my nose in equal measure. The gravity had set in deeply now. I was in very deep s**t.
"Why did you shoot him?" one man asked, his face obscured by a mask. I heard the intonation in his voice, the way he inquired was less like he was angry and mroe like he was apprehensive. The weight of his words were important if I was going to find anything at all to say to get myself out of this mess. "Now we can't question him!"
The other man shrugged, which Ii could feel through the gun as the slightest hint of movement. "He didn't know anything, according to him, and I am in a far less than patient mood right now, now everyone in the room knows my stakes." His voice was deeper, louder. Confident. He wasn't the biggest fish but he was up there. He was in charge. I was frozen in fear, body tense like a coil, but my brain was always what I used to stay above water. It's what landed me this damn oppurtunity at 14, that and a long life of studying and advanced classes. Damned if I die before I got to use it. The blood was crawling across the table towards me. My composure was shakey at best but I had to stay focused. What had he asked him for? Information on account numbers? Things that we were paid very handsomely to protect for very big people. These men wanted something specific... but what could be worth putting yourselves on the black list for? They were willing to break long standing truces? Have villains ont heir tails? A drop of blood fell on my knee, staining the new stockings I had bought just the other day. Blood from the boss who had brought me into this less than legal world of money laundering. I was visibly trembling, and that seemed to do me no favors as the man asked his question.
"Your little group opened fifteen accounts in the last 18 months, rapid expansions no matter how well you cover your tracks. The men who hired you on clearly didn't have the intelligence to come to any real players in this world or else you'd have better protection. None of this is my business, though. I'll get paid even if you all die," he told us, the last two who he hadn't either bludgeoned or shot. I swallowed, or rather I tried to and ended up almost choking myself. Somewhere I prayed that, even though we weren't strictly a LEGAL venture, that there was a cape with super hearing nearby who would come to our aid after the gunshot. Of course thatw as a foolish thing to latch onto. No we were ******** if we didn't give them what they wanted.
The annoying thing was that I didn't know what they were after. I just didn't have the knowledge. The man pulled my hair, making me look up at him and I couldn't help the frail sound that escaped me. Was it a shriek? A whimper? I didn't know, but through the clown mask I could tell he was enjoying himself. "I want every single account number, all of them, right now, or I'm going to put hot lead into your pretty little head." A sob escaped my throat. He was literally asking the impossible. I had them pegged for professionals but... there was literally no way he could be. It didn't matter to him, he was just paid to bust up this gig we had going, and get whatever information out of us he could. Damn me for being so stupid, for not listening to my damn father when he put me out of our house over this.
Damn me for being so weak. He smacked the weapon across my face. I saw stars and fell on the ground as he put the gun up to my only surviving colleague's head instead. I had to act fast, give them something even if it was fake.
"I'm going to count to 5. When I get there, his brain goes on the walls, and yours will be painting the floor."
More tears more crying... more heat rising in my lungs as I realized I was going to die.
"5."
I scrambled to the table for a pen and paper that wasn't bloody. My colleague was going ballistic, begging for his life while I was about to fabricate fifteen account numbers.
"4!"
Why was he still counting?
"3!"
I couldn't get the numbers out fast enough with him ******** it, she isn't even writing enough digits down," he said. "She really doesnt know. Ah, well," he would say.
The bang was deafening.
A body slumped to the ground and I went catatonic.
And then things got weird...
» THEME SONG
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xxxxxxxxx> Praying Psycho Mantis
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 10:08 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Tessa Greyson
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Shaker / Thinker
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Tess | Grey
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Aegis
» AGE x/ x 22
» GENDER x/ x Female
» SEXUALITY x/ x Heterosexual
» BIRTHDAY x/ x August 14th
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x Canada, Toronto
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x United States, New York
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 167cm or 5'6
» WEIGHT x/ x 57kg or 126 lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Blue grey
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Black
» BUILD x/ x Thin / Lithe
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x None, blends in like a normal person.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Tess can normally always be found wearting basic casual clothes, most of the time looking like she just slung whatever was around on. Her total wardrobe mostly consists of jeans, jackets and dark tee shirts. Her shoes tend to vary between all sorts, depending on the mood, but mostly she wears sneakers.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x Doesn't use a costume, she just wears whatever she has to the battle. Mainly because she finds it bothersome and she's far to lazy to change clothes that often.
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x True Neutral
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Shaker [ 7 ], Thinker [ 5 ]
» POWERS
Force Field Bubbles
You have the ability to create force field bubbles and manipulate both their shape and their size. The fields themselves are very resilient against outside force and still fairly strong against attacks from the inside. These force fields can be created up to 40 ft away from your body and may have up to a 40ft diameter.
Danger Sense
You possess a thinker power which informs you of whether or not someone intends to harm, attack, or otherwise interfere with your autonomy so long as you are aware of their presence.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xLazy ⇣ x2.xQuiet ⇣ x3.xUnmotivated ⇣ x4.xCold ⇣
» PERSONALITY
In the early year's of her life, Tessa was a happy kid who would beat up on the boys if they got too up close and personal. She was strong willed and motivated to do whatever she put her mind to. However after the events of her trigger she changed immensely. Becoming a much more quiet and introverted person after the event. She also lost most of her motivation to do things, making her come off as lazy and uncaring to most people. Those who find themselves within her inner circle will find that she is also the master of the "cold shoulder", coming off as cold and distant to nearly anyone who has her cornered into a conversion. Some of her old traits however did stay with her. When push comes to shove people can rely on her strong sense of justice and protective nature to help them through a situation.
People who work their way past her cold exterior will find that she is much warmer than let on. She cares deeply for those around her despite the constant complaining about having to do things with them. However their are many things that one shouldn't do towards her, simply because she is a one strike and your out type of person. Physical contact is a negative with Tess.
The previous memories of her trigger making her very unlikely to ever want any type of physical relationship with anyone. Also when dealing with Tess,
it's extremely easy to accidentally hit one of her "land mines" due to her Danger Sense. Simply thinking about her in a perverted way is enough to fire off a bad signal to her, because to her is just as dangerous as someone shooting at her.
» LIKES
↳ Quiet time, books, sleep, animals, pop tarts
» PASSIONS
↳ Animals are the only thing she truly cares about.
» DISLIKES
↳ Physical contact, fire, loud people or noises, being woken up, nearly everything that requires effort.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Physical contact, gang members, animal violence
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Wardens
» POSITION x / x Warden
» RESIDENCE x / x Warden Housing
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Completed the entire Warden exam without being hit.
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Earbuds
█ »x Cellphone
█ »x Basic medkit
█ »x Books
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Tessa was born into your average Toronto family. Her father was a mechanic and her mother worked as a cleaning lady for the city. She was bullied to a mild degree due to being a somewhat ugly child, before hitting her growth spurt and maturing beautifully. After this she attempted a year of college before finding "the one" as every young adult swears they do. Within only six months of dating, the two of them would move out of country in attempt to start their own lives. However once they lived in the same home, the relationship changed completely. They constantly fought and argued about problems - mostly money problems - eventually things started to look up however. Tessa landed a decent job in a small pub that helped pay the bills quite well. She was popular with the customers and made decent tips, but as most things - it came to an end. When Tessa awoke from the events of her trigger month's later in a hospital, before being transferred off to a mental hospital. After a year of effort to be released from there, Tessa would leave the country - as she had to many bad memories - and head to the states. Somewhere along the line she discovered her abilities and figured that the best source of income for her would be the Wardens. Despite her now lazy personality, she excelled through the exams to enter and quickly became recognized as one of the strongest defensive capes in the city.
» TRIGGER EVENT
» THEME SONG
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 2:37 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ KARLEEN OUVERE
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Tinker / Thinker
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Karly, Kar, O
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Maglev
» AGE x/ x 18
» GENDER x/ x Female
» SEXUALITY x/ x Pansexual / Panromantic
» BIRTHDAY x/ x August 1st
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x USA, New York
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x USA, New Brockton
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5'4"
» WEIGHT x/ x 126 lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Hazel
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Natural Dark Ash brown, currently dyed purple
» BUILD x/ x lithe-skinny
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x n/a
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Often wear a wide variety of clothes ranging from jeans and a t-shirt; to a tank top, a small overshirt, and a skirt. Often wears low-top sneakers or flats.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x She doesn't have one yet, never had much of a mind to do heroic stuff
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Neutral Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Tinker [ 6 ], Thinker [ 4 ]
» POWERS
Propulsion Tinker
A tinker ability specializing in propulsion of all kinds, covering any sort of fuel types including but not limited to gasoline/ jet fuel and electrical energy, and covering every direction of thrust. Max speeds allowed by any combined propulsion system(s) is Mach 3 ( supersonic, clocking in at a max of 2301.81 ft/s ).
Bullshit Sense
An uncanny Thinker sense, allowing one to know when anyone is lying to them; excluding Stranger 6's and up.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xSatire ⇣ x2.xDistant ⇣ x3.xSarcastic ⇣ x4.xSelf-Loathing ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Karleen is antisocial and distant when it comes to just about everything, and for scenerios when she isn't and people can get words out of her mouth, she is instead somewhat brash and sarcastic; satire lining most of her words. Karleen has mounting insecurities and self-hatred, and often shuts herself away in her workshop to tinker in solitude. She tries her best to keep herself away from personal relationships after the betrayal of her family, and tends to stick to business relationships instead. When engineering for people, Kar works on a "I don't need or want to know" sort of mindset; as her customers are villains and wardens alike; ignorance is bliss, she likes to recite. Karleen enjoys her work, and thus the workshop is open for jobs most of the time;
but there are spans of weeks or even months when Karleen falls in to puts of depression and the workshop is closed. Karleen finds herself often avoiding medication, due to previous dependencies, but isn't against drinking alcohol and either gets it through illegal means or through payment for smaller jobs. The young woman seems to have a weakness for children and animals, often letting them in while others who have known her for longer are shut out.
» LIKES
↳ mint tea, a good book, being too busy to think
» PASSIONS
↳ gardening, animals, the smell of honey and sugar
» DISLIKES
↳ social interaction, the feeling of failing, extreme temperatures
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ being betrayed, being put down, trusting others
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Toybox [ Rouge ]
» POSITION x / x For Hire Engineer
» RESIDENCE x / x A toybox workshop in downtown Brockton
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Lost the CEO Position at Ouvere Technological Corporation
- Disgraced daughter of the Ouvere Technological Corporation in New York
- Emancipated after a four month long trial
- Was hospitalized in Brockton's Drug Rehabilitation center for five months
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x A sort of Sachtel bag holding normal tools and tinker tools alike
█ »x A pocket handbook holding different equations and chemical formulas
█ »x A pad of paper
█ »x Several pens which are shoved in different parts of her clothing
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
After her trigger event, Karleen left her parents house and filed for emancipation; the court battle took four months and once she was free of her parents, Karleen admitted herself to a rehabilitation center to recover from her Xanax and Adderall dependency. Karleen stayed in that center for several months, coming out of it a few months after her seventeenth birthday. Free, but now unsure of what to do or where to go, Karleen was homeless for a short amount of time. It was here than the woman found her powers; she first made money off a gimmicky street act where she would tell people if they were lying or not, people called her the Human Lie Detector for some time. Once she had enough to keep a place at the local homeless shelter and to start saving for a home, Karleen found her other gift. Tinkering here and there, she found something that wasn't there before; she possessed an innate talent with propulsion systems and the science behind it. Using what ever left over money she had, she created a jetpack and sold it off to a local Ward hero. The Toybox eventually caught wind of a new tinker and extended it's invitation for her to have a safe space where she wouldn't have to take sides; and Karleen graciously accepted the offer. She didn't like the hero or the villain gig, she felt it was too polarizing and too stiffing for her tastes.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Ever since she was a child, Karleen loved science; you couldn't get her away from it. Her birthday and christmas wishes came in the forms of different science pre-packaged experiments that she could do at home. This was only natural, as her parents and their families going back several generations were first rate scientists and headed a company called Ouvere Tech. When she was small, all her family wanted her to do was learn to love science, to thrive in it, to do what made her happy. But that pretty much all changed when Karleen's first younger sister, Sarah, came along. From a young age the girl showed promise with her advances in both knowledge and her capabilities. Sarah learned to talk before Karleen did, she learned to walk before Karleen had learned to walk, anything that Karleen did-- Sarah did it better. Soon Karleen found herself with less of her parent's affection than several years prior, and still being so young she didn't realize why. It was only when her two younger sisters, twins Joslynn and Jolene, that it finally came to her; though she was the oldest, she was not the smartest or the more talented.
From that moment on, Karleen realized that she had to work harder and study more if she was going to catch up and surpass her sisters some day. Her parents didn't seem to care much about her shortcomings at first, but as highschool neared and Sarah had reached a highschool proficiency before she had, and Jolynn and Jolene were close behind, that her parents began to pressure her. It was soft coaxing at first, but as time went on and her parents got older, Karleen found herself suddenly a disappointment to the family. It didn't matter that she loved science and tried her best anymore, only that she got B's on tests that her sisters got A's on. It was at this time, in the eighth grade, that Karleen began a destructive path in order to try to please her parents. She spent all of her allowances on anything she could to to get ahead; tutors, studying programs, extra classes, anything. Karleen began to sleep and eat less in echange for more time to study, she stopped seeing friends, she dropped her extracurricular classes, and traded study halls for classes and private tutoring sessions. No matter how hard she tried, through the next three years of schooling, her sisters were always so far ahead of her.
When Karleen hit sixteen, her parents finally broke it to her; the CEO position they had promised her all her life was now in danger, and if she couldn't show favorable results before her seventeenth birthday, they would give the position to one of her sisters. This was the worst year of Karleen's life, everyone seemed to distant and cold, like she was living in a world far away from everyone. The young girl turned to drug abuse, mainly Xanax and Adderall, in an attempt to produce favorable result for her parents. IT seemed to work for a while, her parents finally seemed proud of her again when she won the first place spot in her city's regional Siemens competition. The quips and comments about her being slow and useless stopped, she felt loved again. Several months passed, and it seemed that she was once again going to be in a good place to take the CEO position when she overheard her parents' phone conference in another room. They had, instead of waiting, given the CEO position to one of her distant cousins she hadn't seen since she was at least three; they would hold the spot till one of her genius sisters could take their place at the head of the company. Karleen had never felt so betrayed, so embarrassed. Why did she ever think her parents would ever trust her, ever love her, again?
» THEME SONG
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 5:32 pm
izeromus Please hold off on posting your profile until your powers are done. Steel Lapin There's no travel between Aleph and the other worlds. I Tortured Sleep I your's is good to go save for needing to put your name at the bottom.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2017 3:51 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Joseph Foster
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx one / two / three / four
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Jo
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Synner
» AGE x/ x 26
» Gender x/ x Male
» SEXUALITY x/ x Hetero
» BIRTHDAY x/ x August 17th
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x America, New York
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x America, New Brockton
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5'9
» WEIGHT x/ x 170
» EYE COLOR x/ x Gray
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Black
» BUILD x/ x Slightly more Fit than Average.
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x A scar on his chest.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x An old white suit with signs of wear and use. Scuffed black shoes. Fancy white hat.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x A skintight black body suit with eye mouth and nose openings. A solid white face mask with eye slits. Black Top hat and Suit.
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/Chaotic Neutral x
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Blaster [ 8 ], Changer [ 4 ]
» POWERS
Wall Blaster
You are capable of firing off walls of kinetic force that covers a wide swath of area and move with enough force to send those hit flying. These blasts can be projected outward from any part of your body. The maximum range that these blasts can reach is 200 feet. Their maximum size is 50 ft by 50 ft
Reattachment
If parts of your body get cut off, organs fail, or it is otherwise damaged you can replace the parts with those of another human's so long as they're your size. Your own limbs and digits can simply be reattached if the points of severance are touched together. One a body part is in place your power will instantly heal the division and lock the part into place.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xFour ⇣ x2.xPersonality ⇣ x3.xTraits ⇣ x4.xHere ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Joseph Foster spent several years in therapy after his trigger event. At which he developed a taste for coffee. Joseph's coping mechanism for dealing with the incident was anger. He would often get angry at himself for being weak and scared, but with the therapy he learned to control his temper. He became habitually honest and disillusioned with the Wardens and cape community even as he joined it. Choosing to for the most part remain inactive and try to keep a peaceful life.
Joseph however grew to hate bullying and the belittling of people around him, finding it disgusting that mundanes had the audacity to place themselves above each other, and would occasionally solve those issues with a small bouts of violence. Still at a young age he slowly grew discontent with his simple life. Joseph tries to be a friendly and charming person, finding it easy to listen to the woes of others and always tries to lend a helpful word to those in need. As the discontent slowly grows.
» LIKES
↳ Coffee, Tasteful Skirts, Mecha, Accurate Weather Channels, Suits, Fancy Hats, and Maids.
» PASSIONS
↳ The feeling of Warmth under a summer sun, security.
» DISLIKES
↳ Dark places, Fire, Bad Coffee, Noisy Teens with their weird habits, Collard Greens
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Being Trapped, Outlandish Stupidity, Being Shot, Overt Rudeness, Knee length skirts.
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Starbucks
» POSITION x / x Assistant Manager
» RESIDENCE x / x N/A
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Employee of the Year
- Accidental Spilling of a really hot cup of coffee on a Cape.
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Joseph Foster was born to Greg Foster and Belinda Foster. His father was a mechanic, and his mother died in child birth. Greg raised Joseph as best as he could teaching him a little in the ways of the mechanic. At the age of 11 Joseph began developing a fascination with the Cape community. With each passing year it grew until he was 15 and his Trigger event happened. Joseph became disillusioned with the Cape community and while he awakened to powers he wanted nothing to do with it. He went to therapy for several years while finishing high school and learning a thing or two from his father.
Joseph Graduated highschool and spent a few years in college, picking up a business degree. He stopped going to therapy, and began climbing the Starbucks corporate ladder. After a few years he ascended to a comfy assistant manager position, and spent his free time messing around with his powers in secret. Slowly growing discontent with his life he finally decided to obtain a costume and kept telling himself he wouldn't use it.
» TRIGGER EVENT
oseph grew up in the charming City of New York. His father Greg was a mechanic who barley made enough to scrape by, but Joseph still had a fairly normal childhood. When he was 14, Joseph became fascinated with the Wardens of NewYork, even taking a part time job to pay for some of their merchandise over the summer. His father grew increasingly worried as Joseph became more enamored with Capes, warning his son to keep out of Cape business, and telling him not to go near them. Joseph listened for a while. One day Joseph received a text alert that a Villainous Cape was breaking into a bank just a few short blocks away, and he ran to it.
He arrived on the scene shortly after the Wardens had already arrived. Cops and swat vehicles swarmed the street, with the Heros he admired holding near the front door apparently unwilling to barge in. Joseph managed to sneak past a few of the officers holding back the crowd and crept towards the bank to get a clearer view of the Capes in action. Joseph was sneaking low to the ground between two Swat Vans when he suddenly found himself somewhere else. The stark contrast in sound and lighting confused Joseph for a moment, but as his mind came back to focus he began screaming. Strewn about the lobby of the bank was mutilated human corpses. The sight alone was enough to force Joseph to vomit profusely, and the smell was far worse. He continued screaming in hysteria, as he saw a for a few fleeting moments a figure draped in blood smeared burlap slowly inch towards him from the corner of the room. Joseph fainted, and thanks to the work of the Wardens, he woke up less than day latter. Horrified and changed.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 3:51 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Steve Burnette
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Brute/Changer
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Dog dad, Fido, Puppers
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Warhound
» AGE x/ x 31
» GENDER x/ x Male
» SEXUALITY x/ x Straight
» BIRTHDAY x/ x 29/6
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x Unknown
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x US, New york
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 6'3"
» WEIGHT x/ x 160lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Blue
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Blond
» BUILD x/ x Muscular
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x Steve is quite a tall and powerfully built man. He has long blond hair and a rather impressive looking beard. He also has a number of scars from his years in the wild, but most of these cannot be seen while dressed.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x While in his civilian guise he dresses in unassuming casual clothes. Usually a T-shirt, blue jeans with belt and some comfortable shoes.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x While in his costumed persona, Warhound wears a rather simple outfit. Consisting of a dark black body suit that covers all the way up to his neck. Including durable boots and gloves. He forgoes anything particularly fancy like capes in favor of something simple yet functional, like he is. He also wears a dark grey mask with deep red styling on it. The mask covers his entire face and has a wolf motif to its shape and general appearance. The outfit is also resistant to the fluid he is suspended in whilst transformed to make cleaning it easier.
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xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic/Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Brute [ 6 ], Changer [ 4 ]
» POWERS
Lupus Rex
You have the ability to shift your body into producing extra flesh which adopts wolf like traits akin to the legends of the werewolf. Whenever you convert yourself into this state your muscles enlarge, your frame contorts, and you grow wolf like appendages such as claws, ears, and a tail. In addition to this you grow a scant amount of bone armor and have protruding bones at various points along your body. Changing into this form will heal surface level damage such as cuts, scrapes, and sprains. It takes to time to both ramp up your powers and power down. As the change ends it will appear as if you are shedding excess flesh until your human body pulls free of the transformed one. This is because the wolf body is not your real body, and your real body is contained within an amniotic sac inside it.
Enhanced Strength
Within your wolf man state your strength is greatly enhanced. Able to lift 500 lbs and pushing around up to 1000 lbs your strength is fairly formidable.
Wolf Senses
Within your wolf man state your sense of hearing and smell is enhanced to that of a wolf's level.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xRough ⇣ x2.xSimplistic ⇣ x3.xHonorable ⇣ x4.xProtective ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Steve is very much a product of his circumstances. From his unconventional upbringing as a feral child, to the attempts to rehabilitate him once he was discovered by the Government. The latter has been somewhat successful, but he still has issues interacting with people in social situations and has a dislike of anyone who plays a lot of social mind games. In fact, due to both his past and his passengers influence, his view on social interaction and people in general could be likened to that of a canine. He is protective of his territory, will fight viciously to defend his "pack" and dislikes it when people smile at him because all he sees is someone baring their teeth at him. He may come across as frightening and unfriendly at first due to his issues expressing himself, but once you've broken through that outer shell, you'll find a very caring and intensely passionate man. Even if he will never admit to that openly.
Another important aspect is his affinity for and practicing of the Norse beliefs. Specifically, he feels himself drawn towards the worship of Odin. These beliefs trickle into most aspects of his life, and he personally believes his particular power set is a result of Óðr. Which is more or less a form of "divine inspiration", although that doesn't really do it justice. Óðr is a force that infuses people to their core and was believed to be responsible for things such as visions, trances, poetry and berserker rages. Allowing oneself to be under the immediate influence of the Gods/a God. In short: To Steve, his transformation is a gift from Odin himself.
Finally, it is worth noting that with Steve, "simple" is not the same thing as stupid. Not by a long shot. Although it is easy to make that assumption if you don't know him, he is actually a surprisingly complex man and good with strategy. Although he isn't particularly book smart, he can absolutely take care of himself and could easily survive out in the wild without any kind of modern conveniences. Hunting, trapping and exploring are all first nature to him. He is incredibly strong willed and resistant (although not immune) to fear. Somewhat uniquely due to his particular beliefs, he also has no fear of death. Because he believes that facing death and dying well will see him rewarded in the afterlife. This is not the same thing as a death wish however. He will avoid dying if it's at all possible because he quite enjoys living. He just isn't afraid of death.
» LIKES
↳ Food, women, a good fight, fresh air, baths (surprisingly)
» PASSIONS
» DISLIKES
↳ Cats, social mind games
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Wardens
» POSITION x / x Position here
» RESIDENCE x / x Wardens HQ
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here
- Has been in the Wards/Wardens for a combined total of 17 years.
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xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
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█ »x Warden issued cellphone
█ »x Hammer pendant
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Steve comes from a mysterious and fragmented background. Born in a now unknown village on the outskirts of civilization, he was thrust into the wild when his home was destroyed, spent a number of years as a feral child living in the wilderness with a pack of wolves, and eventually triggered when that family too was taken from him by poachers. After this, he was picked up by Warden/Dragons Teeth who had been alerted to decided the killing of the Poachers couldn't be legally held against him because of his feral state and the circumstances surrounding it. He was taken into custody at the age of 13 and started an intensive regimen of rehabilitation. A year later he was taken on in a probationary capacity with the Wards, although this was still a very limited capacity as he was still in the early stages of rehabilitation.
He has spent the next 17 years serving in an increasingly involved capacity, helped through this by his mother/mentor figure Janet Farley/Fairy. He is now a fully fledged member of the Wardens and has been for some time.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Steve was born and spent the first few years of his life in an outlying village somewhere mostly away from civilization. He doesn't remember the details beyond a vague recollection because he was much too young when it happened, but the village was either attacked and razed to the ground, or destroyed by some manner of natural disaster. He ended up wandering the wilderness at a young age. While most children would have died in a situation like this, the young Steve was taken in by a pack of wolves and he ended up being raised as effectively a feral child.
His trigger event proper happened several years later when he was 13. One fateful day his new family was attacked and killed by heartless hunters/poachers. Upon discovering this, the young Steve flew into a rage and attacked the poachers to avenge them. A bloody and vicious struggled ensued, much violence and blood was spilled on both sides. He put up a good fight but was outnumbered, and during the struggle he triggered. The resulting surge of his power allowed him to kill and messily devour the hunters. He was later picked up and taken in by members of the Dragons Teeth who were investigating reports of a wild Parahuman.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 10:04 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Yasu Sasaki
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Brute / Striker
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Peace
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Peace
» AGE x/ x 27
» GENDER x/ x Female
» SEXUALITY x/ x Asexual
» BIRTHDAY x/ x August 8th
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x USA, New Brockton
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x USA, New York City Outlands
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5'7"
» WEIGHT x/ x 146 lbs.
» EYE COLOR x/ x Green.
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Black.
» BUILD x/ x Fit.
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x Pointed ears.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Bare-bones outfits, usually scrounged from clothing store waste bins. Currently wears what looks to be a shrine maiden getup, albeit one that's missing a considerable amount of fabric from the torso. She doesn't seem to mind, since it gives her nice freedom of movement.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x The same, but with some of the dirt brushed off and the wrinkles pressed out by hand.
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xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Brute [ 8 ], Striker [ 4 ]
» POWERS
Repression Aura
Hovering about a half inch over your body is a field that reduces the strength of all incoming powers, and mundane attacks. In essence powers used on you will be only half as effective meaning that you will take less damage but at the same time positive power effects will also only be half as effective as well.
Telekinetic Punches
You have short range telekinesis which can be used to enhanced your physical strikes. It's not the strongest thing in the world but it can easily make up for a lack in raw strength when it comes to hitting people. Untrained individuals will likely not be able to handle your telekinesis.
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xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xSimple ⇣ x2.xPlayful ⇣ x3.xStubborn ⇣ x4.xBlunt ⇣
» PERSONALITY
A simple-minded girl with few preferences in regard to where she lives or what she does on a day-to-day basis, preferring to just wander the streets and nap wherever it strikes her fancy. Too simple-minded to enjoy subtle discussions and too direct to be effective at participating anyway, she tends to take people at face value if what they're saying isn't too outlandish. She really enjoys playing complicated games, but is really, really bad at them, sometimes doubly so because she can't speak. What she lacks in education she makes up for in tenacity and muscle, preferring a job requiring physical exertion over one that requires thought. When she sets her mind to something, it takes a minor miracle to break her concentration.
While often thrust into situations where she must fight, she prefers to keep things peaceful, which usually manifests itself as her ending the fight as quickly as she possibly can. Partly because she's mute, she's absolutely horrible at negotiations. Her illiteracy makes her somewhat hopeless in situations where reading and writing are required, and the only thing she can write reliably well is the word "Peace", which most assume to be her name. Being forced to fill out a mountain of paperwork without any help is one of her greatest fears, as she doesn't know if she'll be signing away her life or just getting a free popsicle. She has an intuitive understanding of numbers and is fairly proud of her counting skills, but basic algebra is beyond her. Anyone who helps her with paperwork or food is almost by default a good person in her book. She's surprisingly handy with maps, all things considered.
» LIKES
↳ Food, green areas, peace.
» PASSIONS
↳ Games, self betterment through manual labor, meat.
» DISLIKES
↳ Paperwork, mentally complex tasks, politics.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Conflict, being cornered, wanton violence.
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xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Sons of b***h
» POSITION x / x Guide
» RESIDENCE x / x The wilderness, tending toward caves.
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Won a wild game hunting contest.
- Got fired from a construction job after stopping a fight by hospitalizing the participants.
- Held the record for most burgers eaten in a single sitting for two years at a burger joint in the city.
- Was used as a prop in a news story about homelessness.
- Beat up some art thiefs after her parents were murdered.
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xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x A backpack for holding survival tools, a canteen, a pot, and canned goods.
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xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Born to a happy pair of parents, Peace soon found that happiness turned sour once they realized their precious little daughter was less than adept with words. Though she was perfectly normal in other regards, having a mute daughter weighed heavily on her parents, and when things took a turn for the worse, she became the scapegoat. Things rarely escalated to physical violence, but she frequently found herself spending the night outside, and gradually adapted. Her education fell by the wayside as she didn't want to go and he parents weren't going to make her, and gradually she just accepted that she would be an idiot for the rest of her life. Following that resignation, she devoted herself instead to learning survival strategies, taking work wherever she could to save up for supplies.
After her trigger event, she wandered aimlessly around the city for a while before eventually winding up in the wilderness outside it. There she encountered a pair of Sons of b***h members, who initially threatened her, then attacked her, then tried to negotiate, then realized she was mute, then inducted her into their ranks just to get the headache away from them. Ever since then she's been squatting in the wilderness like a true Son of b***h, hunting, scavenging, setting up shelter, and making sure there aren't any fights in her jurisdiction. Not too long ago she got to know the area well enough that she became one of the official Guides in service to the Sons of b***h, both feared and respected by her peers for her ability to perform her job and keep things quiet without ever uttering a word. It's not certain how many of the other members of the group fully understand that she can't speak.
» TRIGGER EVENT
That night started out like many others: Peace getting kicked out of her house by her parents yet again. It seemed like they had lost some money gambling at soem establishment or other, and had convinced themselves that they wouldn't have had to gamble in the first place if Peace hadn't been mute. She didn't really follow. They were strange people, she thought as she meandered through the streets, but at least it wasn't raining out.
Well, eventually she made her way over to a quiet part of town and walked right up to the first building she saw that had someone inside. This building, she knew, was called a "museum", a place with lots of things to look at and completely optional words to accompany them; in short, a place where she could enjoy something without needing to read. She'd spent many days sitting outside this fine establishment, watching as people of all different calibers entered and exited at their leisure. She'd only been in once, and that had been enough for her.
Tonight was an odd night, though: the front door was propped open, and the person inside didn't look like an employee. She knocked on the door, startling the rough-looking fellow in the lobby, who came over to her and asked what she wanted. Her pantomimes of walking inside didn't get through to him. In fact, he seemed to get angry that she was there. He shooed her away and closed and locked the door with an air of finality that she found it hard to disagree with. Somewhat put-out, she knocked incessantly until he answered again, then pushed her way inside and started walking grumpily toward the souvenir shop. He shouted at her, then yelled into the museum's depths and locked his eyes onto her. She didn't mind. She grabbed a book full of pictures and a candy bar and sat down right in the middle of the gift shop.
A few minutes later, right as she was inspecting a really colorful picture and munching on a knock-off chocolate bar, someone fired a couple of shots at her. She hit the ground hard, dropping her stolen snack and the book, but almost immediately bounced right back up and scrambled behind the counter. A few more shots rang out, some voices said to "get the loot out first", and then there was quiet.
Peace, not being particularly bright, didn't think to check herself for bruises at this point. No, that would take a while longer. Instead, she glanced out from her hiding spot to check on the book and candy. Both were ruined, completely and utterly. She almost cried, despite there being a plentiful supply of both not more than a couple feet away. Well, not wanting to risk getting hit again, she army crawled out through a fire exit at the back of the gift shop, then jogged home. Sure, she wasn't allowed inside, but she could at least sleep under the porch or something. Her shoulder was feeling pretty cold, too, so she'd have to check that out at some point.
A small posse practically tackled her when she was getting close to home, while another kicked down her front door and charged inside. She recognized the man from earlier in the latter group, but couldn't shake off the people pinning her down. There were a few popping sounds inside her house, after which the second group came back out and claimed they'd "gotten rid of the parents", or something of that nature. Peace had a bit of a headache, but she put two and two together and figured they'd done bad things to her parents. They even said as much, and one of them went so far as to throw a bloody rag at her--a rag she recognized as part of her mother's shirt.
A few hours later, Peace would be found on the sidewalk in front of her house, staring vacantly at the pavement, a few spent bullets on the ground next to her, and completely unscathed. Five unconscious criminals bled onto the lawn. A small fortune in art would eventually be found in a car nearby. Her blank expression looked as though it were etched in iron. Her parents were cold.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 5:17 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ JanetFarley
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Changer 6/ Stranger 4
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Lady Fey
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Fairy
» AGE x/ x 50
» GENDER x/ x Female
» SEXUALITY x/ x Bisexual ( EI: gay, striaght, bi, etc. )
» BIRTHDAY x/ x 9/17/2063
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x United States, Chicago
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x United States, New York City
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5’9”
» WEIGHT x/ x 150 lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x blue tinted slate
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Grey
» BUILD x/ x slightly waifish.
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x Scar, running in a wave pattern down her left arm
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Grey, drab suit jacket with minor pinstriping for a pair of grey slacks. A white collared shirt and round librarian glasses round out the severe look with her hair in a tight bun.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x Bright, with pink, neon green and yellow striping. A masquerade mask, complete with similar colouring and bedazzlement top off this almost overly flashy ensemble with curly hair unbound.
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxMinor martial arts built up over the years xxxxOne laspistol
xxxxxOne baton xxxxAnd pixie dust
» DISPOSITION x/ x Neutral-Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Changer [ 6 ], Stranger [ 4]
» POWERS
Melding
An ability which came about from your desire to hide you able to take on the properties and appearance of touched materials. Essentially you are able to become that material and in the process can pass through the absorbed material so long as you maintain it. You may only absorb one material or composite material at time.
Holograms
[list
You are able to create stationary holograms to the extent that your imagination allows. However they ultimately can only cover an area of up 20 ft x 20ft x 10ft. Essentially the generic size of a room. These projections can not exist more than thirty feet away from your body.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxAs Janet: Old, curmudgeon, well-versed, crotchety, means well xxxxAs Fairy: Sprity, spry, fun-loving, tricky, giddy
1.xChanging ⇣ x2.xKnowledgeable ⇣ x3.xSmart ⇣ x4.xUnderstanding ⇣
» PERSONALITY
As Janet, she’s best described as old. She takes paperwork seriously, wants all of her pieces signed in triplicate to cover her a**, and has all the stern bearing of an old school-mistress. She’s just shy of actually carrying a ruler to slap people’s fingers. She is straight to the point, and hates beating around the bush. Honesty is the best policy with this one, and it shows every time she talks to someone.
As Fairy, all of that is tossed out the window. In spite of Janet, the Lady Fey is always giggling about something, and has tricky ideas running through her head at all times. She will laugh at almost anything from a well-timed fart joke to a rambling villain. She’s capable of lying, cheating, and stealing to get her way, however she never keeps the things she steals even if it’s from a villain. In such cases as her needing to keep it for a bit, she sends it back with a signature different from Janet’s.
A strong point of contention is failures for the both of them. Being fifty, and having spent forty-three years of it superheroing means you have a lot of regrets. People not saved, heroes turning villains on your watch, monsters running free, Janet/Fairy has had a lot of things go wrong since she’s been a hero, and it always causes a tick when she’s reminded of them. However, she wouldn’t be a hero this long if she didn’t have successes as well. Several of the heroes in the Wardens became heroes after their meetings with either of the two personas, so a good look at that tends to get her focused again.
» LIKES
↳ Other heroes, dancing (waltz for Janet, freeform for Fairy), sandwiches, slow jazz and casual bongos.
» PASSIONS
↳ Other heroes, civilians, talking about issues that can be resolved.
» DISLIKES
↳ wine, lattice work, papers not signed in triplicate, badly-timed jokes
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ unrepentant villains, people without humor of any kind, utter stupidity.
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Warden
» POSITION x / x PR for Wardens, manager
Full time, unless in cape
» RESIDENCE x / x Firebase
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Grew up a hero, lived a hero, probably will die a hero
- Stopping a minor gang war by making foes run their heads into walls
- Talking down a conflict between the Undersiders
- Admitting several problem capes into the Wardens
- Helping several fledgling Warden groups
- Parahuman Online’s ‘Fittest Cape over thirty’ for several years.
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x inventory
█ »x pens
█ »x cell phone
█ »x glasses
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
No one makes it long as a cape. The natural need for conflict and violence is one that can’t deny. So when Fairy became a thing, there was a bit of...confusion. Whenever the Chicago Wards would go into a fight, random walls and tricky traps would appear. People attributed it to a young Ward, clearly younger than what should have been allowed. The Wards there became a bit more effective for the sudden trickster in their midst, and the teamwork instilled by one of the main Wardens of the area caused many minor crimes to fall off in a major way. The newspapers soon christened her ‘Fairy’, for her colourful garb and the chittering laughter that accompanied her tricks.
This Ward soon became known for not only being tricky with her actions, but when she grew up enough to lead her chapter of the Wards, she was known for being tricky with her words as well. Capable of making most failures into resounding successes merely with her vocabulary, she grew up to join the Warden’s PR squad. It was here, oddly enough, she more adopted the persona anyone in the office would know her for. Janet Farley, as a PR Officer, is a wordsmith who can talk to non-capes on anyone’s level. She had ultimately decided, at the age of thirty, to not be a hero so often as she did when she was younger. She still does do cape work, but more often than not she plays PR and greeter for new capes to the Wardens. She’s become a de-facto morale officer for several of the younger Wards, and more often than not has been the listening ear for some of them, like Warhound.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Janet Farley was born on the tail end of the Reconstruction period after the singularly devastating event of the Golden Morning. Her parents were both a part of the failing Protectorate, which soon reorganized itself into the Wardens not too long before Janet was born. As such, her parents were always out trying to catch villains once their daughter was born as the new government fought hand over fist to try to establish order again.
That’s why, when a group of thieves broke into their fairly low-cost housing, all they could find was a young baby-sitter and 7 year old Janet Farley. In a time and era where the Wardens were normally off trying to avert the next big crisis and trying to put the world back on course, anything not considered world-breaking was handled by the local police, who weren’t called because the first person the kidnappers ended up knocking out the babysitter before she could manage it. With little apparent effort, they managed to take both the 16 year old baby sitter and the young, terrified child of capes. They had managed to escape New York with their quarry, and made it as far as Philidelphia before it was revealed that one of the things in Janet’s shoes was a bit of tinker-tech tracking that allowed the Dragon’s Teeth to follow the kidnappers all the way to their hideout. Much like the initial kidnapping, the highly trained operatives soon had the kidnappers in custody.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 6:22 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ LUKE ARSENE
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Blaster / Mover
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Luke
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x ...
» AGE x/ x Twenty-Two
» GENDER x/ x Male
» SEXUALITY x/ x Hetero
» BIRTHDAY x/ x Twenty-first of September
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x France, Paris
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x United States, City
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 6'2"
» WEIGHT x/ x 170 lbs.
» EYE COLOR x/ x Crimson
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Black
» BUILD x/ x Lean/Athletic
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x Just the crimson eyes.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x x
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x x
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic Evil
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Blaster [ 7 ], Mover [ 5 ]
» POWERS
Torrent
You are able to produce a constant stream of water from your hands that is capable of easily reaching enough force to knock people clean off their feet, slam them into solid objects, and cause internal damage in a variety of circumstances. Your maximum effective range is roughly 150 ft. Beyond that distance your power rapidly loses impact and focus.
Flight
You are capable of flying and can achieve up to 60 mph while airborne. While your maneuverability isn't the greatest, you can navigate winding city streets with a moderate amount of difficulty and if you slow down it becomes fairly easy. When you take flight your legs become shrouded in a smokey vapor that trails behind you for a couple of feet before dispersing.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xQuiet ⇣ x2.xCold ⇣ x3.xCalculative ⇣ x4.xFaker ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Luke was quite a peaceful and kind person, loved nature and music, kept to himself most of the time since he enjoyed the peace in silence and music, always making little to no friends in most places he went to. His darker side was only revealed once he saw the death of two of his family members in front of him. Breaking the peace within and bringing a monster. Still perceived to be a quiet person even kind at times, but not be fooled he learned to hate the world and the people within it. In his eyes justice needs to be done with ones own hands and in his mind he is the one that will clean the earth from the filth, stopping at nothing .
» LIKES
↳ Music, bright lights, video games, the night, pizza, tea, and the internet
» PASSIONS
↳ Quiet, money, himself, sleeping, dogs
» DISLIKES
↳ Day light, crowds, country music, salad, beer, slow people, and children.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Being woken up, being looked down on, lag, cats
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Future Gravekeeper
» POSITION x / x ...
Part time? Full Time? Temporary? Seasonal?
» RESIDENCE x / x Where you live bro?
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Lighter
█ »x Smart phone
█ »x Headphones
█ »x Wallet
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Moved from France at a young age. Luke has always been seen as a stranger or outsider pretty much every school he attended, most of the time being simply ignored or bullied through the days simply for being the new kid in class. Moving from place to place due to his parents type of work in the music industry, by the point that he had already grown used to it, not even the teachers started caring for him. Reaching the point where he would go to classes just for attendance and to listen to music quietly on his seat. The fateful day that changed everything was a rainy one or maybe it was just cloudy he couldn't exactly remember, the event was all a haze inside his mind. The day he lost his father and his brother. One would think that the bullying would stop for at least a time, how wrong he was.
The day started normal with Luke getting to class and sitting with his headphones on ignoring the idiots from his class but it seemed that one of the bullies didn't take the whole ignoring thing very well, picking up Luke by the collar he would shove him making him hit his head on a corner of a table. At this point everything was red, Luke just blew up on the kid and his friends, by the end of everything Luke was expelled and three kids were sent to the hospital.
From that point forward life became quite peaceful for Luke, still jumping from school to school but this time with the story of a angry student following closely behind meaning everyone stayed away. Spending the rest of his teenage years jumping place to place and only being able to stop after finding his own little place to call home.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Running. Running. Blurry vision. Getting harder to breath. Sweating. Running through hell, Luke was sure that it was night but there was light everywhere. Fire all around him. Smoke covered the skies, not even the light from the moon could be seen through it. This day had turned from heave to hell way too fast, it had started as a fun camping trip for his family, simple, marshmallows, ghost stories and whatever was needed for them to have fun. All turned into a nightmare so fast. It was not even their fault. During the night while they slept something happened, something that was not meant to happen. A fight between a cape and a villain had made it's way to the forest, the sounds could be heard, the two could be seen clashing in the sky. Beams of energy hitting trees, punches being thrown but that was the last thing the family needed to worry about right now, smoked started to fill the air around them, darkening the scenery. And as fast as the smoke came so did the fire. surrounding the family like they were its prey. Trees were falling, fire was rising, ash filling his lung, the fight could still be heard in the distance a beam of energy cutting through the trees separating Luke from his family. He could hear his father telling him to run, run for his life, and so he did. The kid ran for his life, the sight was beautifully scary, it was like what he thought Hell would look like, a beautiful world destroyed by flames, everything that was there is now becoming a twisted burning version of itself, nightmarish place, an endless corridor of flame and smoke, it was getting to the point where Luke didn't even know if he was sweating anymore, his lungs were probably pitch black by now but he knew he had too keep running no matter what, for the sake of his family. the beams still ripping through the forest like it was made out of paper once almost hitting him, seemed that whoever was fighting cared not for the damage being caused. Now two things in his mind, running and staying away from the fated battle that could end his life. His body steadily getting used to the fire and heat, the smoke in his lungs seemed to not bother him anymore, maybe it was just his body accepting death or maybe it was just adrenaline trying to keep him alive but he still ran.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 5:18 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Kieran le Guen
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Master/Thinker
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Keir (Keyur)
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Legion
» AGE x/ x 22
» GENDER x/ x Male
» SEXUALITY x/ x Homosexual
» BIRTHDAY x/ x November 11th
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x Canada, Ontario, Thunder Bay, Earth He
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x United States, New York, New York City, Earth Bet
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 177 cm
» WEIGHT x/ x 57kg
» EYE COLOR x/ x Grey
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Black
» BUILD x/ x Ectomorph
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x Numerous tattoos and piercings
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Loose long sleeve shirts in dark colors, loose pants that are usually not denim, and a sturdy though well worn pair of shoes. Contacts to make eyes look red with black sclera. Has a lot of accessories (necklaces, bracelets, a variety of belts.) Basically, deceptively casual, yet full of personality.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x Wears a body suit with a trench coat, and a mask, though this tends to be a formality, as he often uses a proxy Homunculus in all meetings and interactions with parahumans.
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x || Master 8 || Thinker 4 ||
» POWERS
Homunculi Creation
You are able to create humanoid "homunculi" out of dirt and mold them to match the appearances of people you have previously seen. These constructs are not very strong and can't take too many normal hits before they crumble back into dirt. However you are capable of speaking through them, and seeing what they see. They lack a sense of hearing and touch. You have a great amount of fine control over them, to the point they you can make them wield weapons or perform fine tasks requiring good motor control. You may only use 5 in combat at any one time. You may only create a homunculi within five feet of yourself. Your range of control is 500ft
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xArdent x2.xKeen x3.xCapricious x4.xFlippant
» PERSONALITY
Prior to trigger event, Keiran was dutiful, meticulous, and monotonous, always performing the same routine. He was loyal to family values, and those he could trust, which counted minimally in the world due to his introverted nature. Post trigger event, Keiran became a bit neurotic and unpredictable in nature, often taken to almost madness at times, but this is a facade for a calculating mind that wished to find the most efficient way to honor the departed and their legacy in this world. His most earnest wish is for those who would be forgotten instead be ingrained wordlessly into the minds of others, with constant reminders of their ideals spread through out the world.
After his trigger event, Keiran also let go of his standard work, instead favoring artistic expression and freedom of thought. He gave up most of his standard life, and left his original earth to living in New York City on Earth Bet, in order to maximize his access to art, information, and people. He has become extroverted in a sense, but also has more sense of a need for control, while preventing people from getting to close to who he is at his core. Keiran is also known from being unfathomably loyal to his peers and allies, and will repay even the slightest debt incurred, no matter what it actually is. Though this is all behind the facade of being carefree and relaxed, when in reality is neurosis is so deep rooted in getting positive feedback and attention that it is instinctive.
» LIKES
↳ Happy friends, positive comments, projects, black tea, coffee
» PASSIONS
↳ working on projects, making connections, puzzles
» DISLIKES
↳ drudgery, monotony, simplicity, boring people, any shade of grey
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ repetitive trends, conformity, doughnuts
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Solo Rogue
» POSITION x / x Freelance Writer
Any time of day, any day of the week, I will be ready.
» RESIDENCE x / x Loft Style Apartment
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Messenger Backpack
█ »x Small Laptop
█ »x Sketchpad and Pencils
█ »x Smartphone (Android)
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Keiran le Guen was predominantly raised by his mother, a loving and caring woman that was full of energy and life during his youth. He had a well adjusted childhood that had very little bad happen. He was, for all intents and purposes, ordinary. The epitome of your standard white child fare. Then he went to university, found out he was gay, and got himself a boyfriend. Mother still love him, and he had a good life. Then his mother got sick, and everything changed, both quick and slowly. At first, he tried online college, but his grades kept slipping until he just gave up and worked full time. His mother would get better than worse, and would continue to slide. It was a terrible progression into recession, and the death of what was once happy optimism became irrepressible pessimism. Keiran suffered a slow death while watching his mother die. After his trigger event, he left his home on Earth He, one of the few parahumans that came from that dimension, and he moved to set up shop in New York City on Earth Bet. He wanted to make a life for himself and distance himself from who he once was. He completely reimaged himself too, and is now officially calling himself better, but in his deepest core, and due to the nature of his power in the Master Classification, he has a hard time making friends and lasting connections with others, and needs to exert a strong influence on his surroundings. In an effort to get accustomed to a new Earth, Keiran began researching the worlds history of war, parahumans, and technology.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Kieran looked at his mother, he skin pale and mottled with bruising. Weak vessels and a weak heart. The monitor beeping was getting slower by the hour, and this had already been a long drawn out process of her dying. Still, Kieran didn’t want her to go, not after all this. Looking at pictures around the room, one could see the woman was once robust and full of life, golden skin and hair, and a wide smile. A young boy with black hair clung to her desperately and with joy in many of the pictures. The two were all that were left of their family, many of them estranged and went about their lives, forgetting each other. One of the many things happening socially since the Golden Morning. Kieran looked down on his mother, her breathing haggard and slow. She got sick two years ago, and Kieran has worked hard to ensure they had the money to care for her. That he had the money. He gave up so many opportunities so she could get better, even petitioned for capes with known healing abilities to try and aid her, even attempted bribery, but all of it came to nought. There was something in her genetics, slowly destroying her. It was a fruitless battle, one that ended in Kieran signing a DNR, and now stood beside his mother. She couldn’t even talk, let alone catch her breathe without aid. She was just on an oxygen mask now, instead of something breathing for her. But...it was over. The heart monitor stopped beeping, and any sense of life faded from his mother's body. He thought for a moment that she looked a bit like plastic, now that he heart had finally stopped.
There was a whirlwind of activity now. Papers to sign, a life insurance check to collect, an obituary to submit. Kieran went about it methodically and emotionless. No one where here anymore to help him. His father had abandoned him and his mother a couple decades ago, so and that entire part of the family wrote them off. His mother didn’t have siblings, and her parents had already died. Aunts and uncles of hers didn’t really pay attention, and Kieran himself was an only child. His mother was a hospice nurse as well, so many of her friends were patients, and none of them were alive. So he was going through the pointless motions of dealing with her death. One day after another a processions of procedures designed for those with families. He inherited her debt and lack of money. All of her legal documents pertaining to money and possessions were signed over to him. He didn’t care. Kieran just went with it, dejected.
Two weeks following her death and memorial, Kieran was standing next to her freshly buried grave, the only one who had bothered to be here. It was slowly sinking in, how alone he was, until he couldn’t bear it anymore, and he crumpled upon the ground, breathless and scared. It got even worse when a man behind him made a comment. “This was the first funeral in a long time that had only one person there. A tragedy to have lived so lonely a life.” That comment sealed it, and Kieran hated his mother, and all the dead there, for having abandoned everyone around them. He blamed the man for making a note of it. He cursed their bones and silence and sickness. And he blamed his mother for getting sick in the first place. Death had only been a forgone conclusion, but now he saw it for what it was; inevitable loneliness that leaves everyone bereft of a future of hope. He was disgusted with death, and those that die. Their memories, their thoughts, hopes, dreams, ideologies are lost to an ether of nothingness. Death consumes everything a person was, sickness and disease only made it a slow march into the dirt. Keiran naturally suddenly had a burst of pent up anger and sorrow, and so he yelled, then screamed, at the world for its cruelty.
It was now when he received a vision in his despair and anger, of stars and lights and planets, and two creatures, entities, in a dance around a cluster of overlapping planets, finding the right one, and falling. Had his desperation and despair given him a hallucination? In all honesty, Kieran le Guen didn’t know what had just happened in the graveyard at the foot of his mother's grave, all he knew is that for some reason, he felt slightly less alone than before, in an disconcerting way. But most of all, he was tired, and knew that he didn't know anything truly about his mother. The more he focused on his life, the less he remembered the vision, and slowly came to decide that he needed to know more about his mother, know more about the world. His goal would become steel, and he had a future in which he would decide to know death, not as the end, but as a chapter of a life.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 9:58 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ LIANA SAINT IVES
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Master 10
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Lia
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Gutter Queen
» AGE x/ x 21
» GENDER x/ x Female
» SEXUALITY x/ x Bisexual
» BIRTHDAY x/ x February 12th
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x United States, New York City
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x New York
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5'9
» WEIGHT x/ x 135 lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Violet
» HAIR COLOR x/ x White/Lilac
» BUILD x/ x Lithe, Leggy, Lsexy
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x Tattoos, piercings
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x Liana generally stands out in a crowd. She tends to have a cutting edge look, adhering to her own sense of style. Often times it is seen ashttp://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/ edgy, showing off more skin than generally accepted in societies. Her clothes are often revealing, showing off the works of art she has decorated herself with via needle and ink. What really makes her stick out is the color of her hair.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic/Neutral
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Master [ 10 ]
» POWERS
Rat Control
You have the ability to command rats via your thoughts and gain their sensory input. Meaning that you can see what they see, hear, taste, smell, and feel what they do. You are very capable of giving them complex commands and using a multitude of rats all at the same time. Your maximum range of control is 600 ft away from your body. How many rats you can gather depends on where you are currently. Roll a 1 D100 for areas like a subway and add 40 to the result. For Cities roll 2 D20 + 20. Suburbs 1 D20 + 20. Anywhere else 1D10 + 10. (note that you may make the rats travel with you and hold onto them)
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xVivacious ⇣ x2.xPassionate ⇣ x3.xFreethinking ⇣ x4.xAdventurous ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Liana can be a very tiring individual to many people who need to sleep a full eight hours a day. She tries to surround herself with people that are enthusiastic and full of interesting goals and dreams. Experiencing things is what drives her; don't knock it til you try it has become a serious motto to follow for the girl. Unfortunately for someone who ran away from any structure in her life, experiencing things often means getting tied up in the shadier things in life. Liana doesn't shy away from the underbelly, the forgotten and discarded people who remind her far too much of herself. She likes to 'collect' people and their stories, often times melding in to whatever scene is before her in order to do so.
Good? Bad? These aren't things she often thinks about. Life is a huge game of survival, and should a chance present itself to better her station in the world Liana will be quick to jump on it. But she is far from selfish. In fact the girl has more of a robin hood mentality, preferring to share her acquired wealth with her friends especially if it meant a good time was on the way. Boundaries mean little to a girl who sees the world as her oyster. Despite being free with material possessions, Liana knows the value of a human life. She tries to avoid putting herself in a situation where killing becomes an only option, and only with great reluctance would the girl murder.
» LIKES
↳ music, movies, art, culture, parties, socializing
» PASSIONS
↳ connecting with others, food, feeling free, LDR
» DISLIKES
↳ authority figures, wet socks, humorless people, all work/no play
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ hypocrites, suppression, pointless murder, seafood
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / xRed Hand
» POSITION x / x Private Investigator / Small Time Thief
Part time P.I., full time robin hood
» RESIDENCE x / x Where you live bro?
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Cellphone
█ »x Longboard
█ »x Backpack, standard.
█ »x Laptop used to watch cat videos on youtube. Ironically.
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Liana before the age of fifteen was fairly unimportant to her development. Sure the constant upheaval of her life was definitely impacting upon her person, but ultimately it was when she struck out on her own that Liana truly became an interesting human. With how much authority figures in her life had let her down she decided to completely disregard any advice or structure in her life. She became a vagabond, gallivanting around New York with nothing but her longboard and a five fingered discount whenever she needed something.
Liana quickly found out how many people there were out in the world just like her. Maybe they didn't all have the exact same history in life, but they had all ended up here. Their differences didn't matter so much, but the stories she learned along the way sure were interesting. Under the shelter of the night life in the city Liana saw so much, so young, and so fast. From complete strangers becoming friends to addicts overdosing on the thing they love the most. Each of these people, each of their stories made her in to someone who cared about humanity.
Not even living in the gutter could keep this girl from trying to do whatever she could to fight for the people who had given up. The ones who were downtrodden, kept under the firm hand of oppression just because they hadn't been lucky enough to be born in extravagance. But she also just likes to live. So what she can do she does, but mostly she watches a lot of netflix and hangs out.
» TRIGGER EVENT
The Saint Ives family were nice people. They had nice things and lived in a nice neighborhood. So it was an utter shock to the community when something entirely not nice happened to them.
Home invasion. Double murder. Kidnapping.
But that's not exactly where Liana's story starts. She was so young then, still wearing diapers and speaking nonsense words. Sure it changed her life, but the that chapter of her life ended well. After a police standoff with her captors the baby Liana was saved and placed in to the foster home systems. From there it was a series of trying to get comfortable and being uprooted once more.
Each family she was placed with seemed to never work out for one reason or another. While Liana never suffered from flat out abuse she often felt alone. The kind of alone that sticks with you even when you're standing in a crowd of hundreds.
Hitting her teenage years marked the real start of it all. Liana wasn't a bad kid by any means, but she did crave a life beyond the one laid before her. After what felt like the hundredth address and school district change she decided it was time to go. The girl packed her belongings in to one backpack and hit the streets, finally feeling a semblance of control and freedom.
Unfortunately the life she threw herself head first in to was a lot harder than she thought. Finding a meal for the day became her great task, that and not getting picked up by the police and thrown back in to the system. It wasn't that she feared them or hated it, she just happened to fall through. One of the many forgotten children never able to really fit in anywhere. The streets became her home, right up until the time that it didn't.
After a particularly late night scavenging around the city for scraps Liana was on her way to her alleyway. And so were a group of people living a very similar life to her. It was a simple mugging, no real motivation besides barren people wanting something that another had. Liana tried to protect herself but one verse five does not make for a fair fight. Everything came to a head, all of her loss and loneliness, her attachment to the few things in the world she could call her own. It had been the best mistake she made that night, refusing to let her life be taken from her once more.
They beat her. They beat the crap out of her. It was the worse physical pain she had ever been in. While lying in a pool of her own blood Liana felt so very distant from the world. It was cold on the ground, hard and unforgiving. What if she had just been a bit different? Able to fit in to the molds her life had presented, maybe she wouldn't have ended up here. Or maybe none of that mattered and nothing would have changed. Liana's hand curled in to a fist. She used what little energy she had left to lift herself and look upon the ones so ready to take everything from someone who had so close to nothing. This immense pressure pressed upon her and everything went black.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 10:18 pm
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 1:07 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ MEKET YAVANNA
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classification xxx Stranger / Changer
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xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO
xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
xxxxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAME x/ x Yavanna
» FAMOUS NAME x/ x Mirage
» AGE x/ x Twenty-Five
» GENDER x/ x Female
» SEXUALITY x/ x Bisexal
» BIRTHDAY x/ x Third of December
» HOME COUNTRY, CITY x/ x Egypt, Cairo
» CURRENT LOCATION x/x United States, New York City
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xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO
xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
xxxxxfrom my head to my toes xxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHT x/ x 5'9"
» WEIGHT x/ x 150 lbs
» EYE COLOR x/ x Azure
» HAIR COLOR x/ x Black
» BUILD x/ x Slender
» OUTSANDING FEATURES x/ x words here
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTION x / x x - Revealing clothes that she managed to snatch from one of the various stalls of New York. It's the least formal thing to wear to any kind of meeting, but its better than running around nude.
» COSTUME DESCRIPTION x / x x - A traditional egypt robe custom made to allow Yavanna to perform quick and sudden movements more easily than most women's robes.
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xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO
xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
xxxxxsticks and stones xxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITION x/ x Chaotic Neutral
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERS x/ x Stranger [ 6 ], Changer [ 6 ]
» POWERS
Fantasy
Your body can exude a red mist which spreads out around you and lingers for several minutes at a time. People that breathe in the mist will go into a catatonic like state within which they are presented with their greatest fantasy. If they reject the fantasy and deny themselves what they most want they will wake up immediately and be unaffected by the mist until after the current encounter. If they give in to the fantasy and enjoy it they will be rendered incapacitated until the mist is dispersed, naturally or otherwise. The mist can fill an area around you with a 30 ft radius. It is obviously less effective in an outdoor environment as it is still effected by gravity and will naturally spread out. Those effected by the mist will not have a strong conception of being within their dream like state and just as how one can realize they are in a dream and not wake up, simply realizing that what they are seeing is not real will not be enough to wake up. Nor will it be enough to deny the fantasy.
Body Sculpting
You possess a changer ability that allows you to sculpt your body to a certain extent. Muscle mass, fat, the shape of your bones, internal organ positioning, and height. You can easily gain a level of fitness at the level of the best Olympic swimmer, body builder, or gymnast. Conversely you could become a little girl again. All possibilities for your body are available. Things like your skin color, eye color. and type of hair can not be changed. Hair color and length can be changed. Your finger prints remain constant.
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xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY
xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sane xxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xQuiet ⇣ x2.xSarcastic ⇣ x3.xCold ⇣ x4.xDefiant ⇣
» PERSONALITY
While not exactly the most talkative person, Yavanna keeps mostly to herself in order to avoid confrontation or annoyances by others. Her upbringing has granted her a very sarcastic and nihilistic view of the world that covers her more personal emotions she represses. When coming across somebody new to her, the woman can come off as stern and almost uncaring. After multiple meetings of said person, Yavanna will slowly allow her mental wall down and allow some of her normal personality to come through. This side of her will seem more willing to talk and listen compared to her during a first meeting.
She doesn't believe in the straight black and white factions of "good" and "evil" like many heroes before her. Every organization will have a darker side to it than it lets on, be it something almost villainous for heroes or possibly evildoers doing something that could benefit others besides themselves. She's in it mostly for herself though Yavanna does have a set moral line that dictates what she will and will not do. This is normally put down until a major change or event brings it up again, in which she'll question her motives and possibly change her stance on an issue or plan.
» LIKES
» PASSIONS
↳ Money, Reading, Food, Cooking
» DISLIKES
↳ "Bigshots", Servitude, Needless killing
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Touching here without approval, competition
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xxx> OCCUPATION INFO
xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCY x / x $00.00
» AFFILIATION x / x Future Gravekeeper
» POSITION x / x ...
Part time? Full Time? Temporary? Seasonal?
» RESIDENCE x / x New York
» INFAMY x / x 0
» FAME x / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Known human trafficking victim
- Petty crimes in New York area
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xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY
xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Wallet
█ »x Phone
█ »x Various Books (stolen)
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xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY
xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Meket Yavanna grew up in a semi-acceptable environment in the slums of Cairo. Her parents were among many who paid the local gangs protection money to avoid any unneeded violence. Her father, in an act of desperation, gambled all of their money away in hopes of recovering their lost profit. He was never seen or heard from again until his body was found with multiple stab wounds and declared "self inflicted". With no money left to repay their debt, Yavanna and her mother were ultimately separated after a raid on her home. The child was soon bought by a mysterious organization dealing in human trafficking and put to use. Time passed by quickly and the once small girl had fully blossomed into a young beauty, much to the joy of her handlers and customers. During one of her various visits to a wealthy man's home in New York, she found herself suffering from a total breakdown which granted her parahuman powers. Using them to subdue her client, Yavanna quickly escaped into the heart of New York to evade her future pursuers and discover more about her powers.
» TRIGGER EVENT
It had been a long and torturous journey from Cairo. Yavanna awoke to another bump on the road that they were in. The trailer that housed the six victims was still as humid and horriid smelling as it was when she had managed to fall asleep. A few of them were busy looking around or daydreaming to pass the time. Things that Yavanna could only wish to carry her away from this life. She thought back on when she was first taken from her family at a young age. The terror in her her and her mother's eyes at the prospect of knowing they would never see each other ever again. All because of a debt her father had made before he died under "mysterious circumstances" that included thirteen gunshots to the chest and an empty handgun. She had seen the darker underbelly of her home country among many others. Background checks of the customers did not matter much to her handlers. As long as they had the money, they would supply the women. While not the best body of the litter, Yavanna was fortunate or unfortunate enough to be gifted in several physical aspects and spared the horrors of girls who failed to capture the hearts of their customers. It varied on who you asked but as long as she had a selling price and demand, she was considered "important".
Roughly an hour after she awoke, the trailer had come to a stop as the sound of the enforcers getting out of their car could be heard. The three that were awake began to scoot close to one another. Yavanna had heard that they were siblings or very close friends who had found themselves on the wrong end of a debt collector one day. Most of their customers had seen their relationship and normally rented all three. It was too much space and hassle to purchase three of them alone anyway. Their conversations and apologies if they hurt one another when they returned told Yavanna all she needed to know about what their specialty was. The other two were awakened, slender girls like her, but they still had yet to blossom fully It hurt to see newcomers to this profession, as ill suited a name it could be for this life, but Yavanna barely even knew them. They could talk but everyone kept to themselves. It wasn't a very social job outside of the talk clients had behind closed doors. The six of them all looked towards the latch which kept them contained in their prison as it was opened and were thrown out into the outside world one by one.
Yavanna was the third to hit the ground face first. She picked herself up as her lungs breathed in the heavenly scent of untainted atmosphere. It was intoxicating how much of a drug it was after those long drives that seemed to go on for days. She gave a look around her surroundings which surprised her. The desolate lands of Egypt had been replaced by an elegant looking house that almost excreted wealth. Nearby seemed to be a busy looking road leading to a city far off in the distance. They were clearly in the United States, but exactly where was the question. It hit her like a brick about why the transportation had been so long. They were rounding up the best girls they had for this man (sometimes woman) who may as well had a "company barbecue" ticket based on the first impression. What were those anyway? Some of the handlers had been organizing one for a while and she had little clue what one detailed. A hand found its way across her wrist and forced her into a line with the other five girls. She had taken up the fourth position just as the final girl was placed behind her. The girls were then led into the back entrance of this large mansion. There were terrified mumbles, like there always were. Yavanna had been there herself for the first couple of times, but this business had a funny side effect on the girls. If you stuck around long enough, you suffered a fate worse than the girls who were killed. Food lost its taste and aspect. Clear and unpolluted water turned into a rarity; something which you fought and almost died for in some cases. Clothing was just a shell of yourself, something that could be torn off in the same amount of effort it would take to tear it off. The act didn't even hurt anymore. It came and went as quickly as quickly as it began. You turned into the very chunk of flesh and sexual embodiment of lust that your captors were selling you off as. Some girls couldn't make it past the first week, some the first month. It was common to form bonds in this type of environment, but even worse to see a girl who you had just gotten to know to suddenly disappear for another "unknown reason". You survived, or suffered even more, if you kept things to yourself. It was what she had been told when she had her first night alone with the other girls as a child. It was only you in this world. If there was a chance to escape and others were watching, you didn't go back for one. You barely had a chance at saving yourself.
They were marched up a flight of stairs and through a door which gave way to the interior of the house. The concept of money was known and flaunted here no doubt. White stone heads of people Yavanna barely knew or cared for, paintings of such, and even the tasteless vase which served no purpose. It was as stereotypical as the term "rich white man" was in Egypt. They were led into another large room, horizontally wider than vertically. Maybe it a meeting place of sorts? Ironic, if it were to be correct. The six were placed in front of the door and then stood silent as the three handlers sat down at opposite ends of the table while the first left to go fetch their customer. Yavanna would stand idly as she could finally measure herself up against the others. She was certainly the tallest and "gifted" of the bunch. The matted hair and stench coming off all of them was a wonderful deterrent. It would hopefully be enough to turn the tides in their favor so they could get out of this situation, at least for now. The other girls were busy trembling as they awaited what could have been their ticket to an unpleasant night. It was pretty clear that this was still their "breaking in" period. One could wonder why she was even brought in if the customer had a thing for the squeamish. On that same note, the door was opened as they came face to face with the person that would have the honors of sleeping with one of them tonight. His hair with neat, wore a blue suit, somewhat young for somebody to own all of this. While maybe not some kind of Senator, it was still somebody that most Americans would probably be awestruck to meet in their lifetime. To her, just another butcher eyeing his selection for sale.
They talked for a while, maybe five minutes, shared a bottle of wine and went straight to business. He inspected each girl was if she were one of those paintings in the halls they had just come from, which they probably were to all men in the room at the moment. The smell was working to their advantage though. He was doing his best to fight it, but nobody could last forever. If he was holding his breath in between inspections it would be over before the man made it to the third girl. He gave another break so he could not be assaulted by the stench, and then moved onto her. Yavanna gave him a deadened stare while he sized her up. A bit of uneasiness began to swell inside her for whatever reason. He obviously liked what he saw, but why was she experiencing this strange sensation now? Nothing was new about this guy. She had met and served countless ones like him since she could remember. He gave a smirk that she almost wanted to deck him in the face for before reaching out and groping a "heavenly unmentionable" as the other girls watched. The blood rushed up to her cheeks as she bite down on her tongue to keep from showing any kind of pleasure from the act. He said something in English and moved onto the next girl behind her. Another few minutes passed by as he continued in small talk with the lead handler. Yavanna was continuing to struggle to understand what she was feeling in her. It was as if every emotion she had held back had come up all at once and demanded to be let in. She cursed herself for her appearanced while hoping that he would stop glancing towards her after every minute or so. The client glanced over at the selection again before saying the two words that every girl in the business knew by heart, with a finger pointed at her. "That one."
Losing herself for a moment, every thing came back to her. Specifics were hard to describe, but it was like every emotion and memory had suddenly resurfaced tenfold as punishment for their repression. The other girls were led off as well as the extra two handlers as the man and Yavanna were led towards the "business room". She was taken by the hand again and led behind the head handler and her customer. All the while, she was panicking as her mind was doing all it could to restore order. She didn't run away or attempt to flee, but she just wanted that sight off of her. The look in his eyes made it clear that he intended to make his purchase worth every dollar he spent. All she could do was watch as they joked something about that look on her face and laughed as she was frantically looking around for something to take her mind off this man. Soon enough, they reached his living quarters and was forced inside before given the usual instructions. She began to motion to undress before being told to shower, in his bathroom of all places. Yavanna slowly walked to the bathroom and closed the door. A quick look of the cupboards and supplies showed the man did his homework. They were cleared of anything that could be used in an act of violence, either against her or himself. There was a window, but after jumping from a third story floor, you certainly weren't going to get away easily. She resigned to her fate as she had done, all while the feeling was almost suffocating at this point. His gaze kept replaying in her mind as the water for the shower was turned on. She rid herself of her clothing and felt her knees tremble before she fell to the ground in a crumbled mess. Yavanna then allowed the tears to flow down her cheeks in the shower as she did her best to remain silent. It was worse than any pain she had experienced this far, and every new tear stung like a nail driven into her eye.
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