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» NICKNAMEx/ x Linc, Converse » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Burst » AGEx/ x 19 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Heteroexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x June 21 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x United States, Georga, Alanata » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, New York, New York City
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 5'10" » WEIGHTx/ x 140 lbs. » EYE COLORx/ x Ceruluan Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Black with Blue Highlights. » BUILDx/ x Athletic » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x N/A
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / xx » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / xFace Mask with a two-sided hoodie. ( one side black, the other red )
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You can temporarily create up to two duplicates of yourself which are exactly like you in every way. However they only last for around 1 minute and upon taking any kind of serious injury, wither and die in seconds via turning into moistureless husks and then crumbling. You may have no more than 2 duplicates at any time.
Knockout Gas
You're able to form distorted bubbles on the surfaces of objects that persist for an amount of time before exploding into clouds of anesthetic gas. The larger the distortion the longer it takes to break open. The more distortions there are, the longer they take to break open. After they break open, the object returns to normal. The gas will put someone into a state of sleep so long as they take a breath full. Minor doses will result in numbed sensations. The effect lasts for 5 minutes on its own or the affected person is jostled or moved.
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For the longest time, Lincoln felt alone. He tried to be friendly, but that never truly worked out for him. So he put up walls that kept him from being hurt. Lincoln can come off as cold and passive to many individuals, but if he doesn't that mean his interest are either intrigued or they're just plain dumb. He lacks true social skills and usually ends up being a socially awkward mess.
He doesn't prescribe to the moralities of the world, but yet of his own. If he wants to do good, it's because he feels like it. If he wants to be so called bad, he'll so as he, please. The world is more than a permanent black line in which people cross, but a line drawn in chalk that can be erased and redrawn over and over again.
Lincoln is a survivor and at the end of the day, that's all he cares about. So if he happens to ever care for anyone other than himself then that bond is one he truly cherishes. It's not that he wishes to be a loner, just that he happens to be one.
» LIKES
↳ Doublestuffed Oreos, Music, Sunset, People Watching
» PASSIONS
↳ Being Alive, Movies
» DISLIKES
↳ Annoyances, Bullies, Showboaters
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Humidity, Allegries
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Solo » POSITIONx / x N/A
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x New Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- - - - - -
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x inventory █ »x Cell Phone █ »x █ »x
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Lincoln Converse was born to Carlo and Elizabeth Converse on June 21st. It began the dawn of a joyful age for their family, but all ages must end. When he turned three years old, his father and mother died in an accident caused by parahumans. Not anything spectacular, just a piece of rubble caused them to run into a light pole. It wasn't anyone fault, but their own apparently. So from that day forward, Lincoln lived with grandparents. They made him feel loved and cherished, but the absence of his parents changed something in him. A piece of him had been lost before he even knew it had been there. They hid the nature of his parents' death from him, not wanting him to blame parahumans. So he grew up normal, having some friends here and there. None ever truly remained friends which caused him to push people away. It wasn't until high school where he became the outcast after a failed attempt to be the good guy. It tore him apart on the inside and drove him to isolation, but his grandparents remained there for him. When their death occurred at the hands of robbers, it triggered the awakening of his abilities. Though it didn't make much of a difference since they were dead after all. For a year, he bounced place to place not ever truly feeling safe.
» TRIGGER EVENT
School, so ******** dumb. Two feet traversed down a familiar path, one that led a boring existence. 'The world is a dark, malicious place. You enter this world alone and you leave it just the same. Friends, lovers, rivals, enemies... they all leave one day. The only thing that remains is family. That s**t is the truth. People try to grasp at straws, accept people into their lives and call it relationships, but to be quite honest with ya. It's just a bunch of s**t.' The thoughts of someone who had been hurt one time too many. Lincoln Converse, once a kid like any other, just trying to ride by unnoticed in life. Now, he couldn't even show his face without hearing about some stupid attempt of decency he tried to perform. Who the hell tries to defend someone and only to get pushed away by the person you're trying to help? To literately get pushed away and fall on your face. Was that what it meant to be a... pushover?
Lincoln, lost in thought, didn't even realize he was already home. So close to his safe place that he could smell the apple pie in the oven. His grandparents knew how to make everything better, to make sure that he was better. Though as he climbed the steps to the porch, he hesitated before he could even cross the threshold. The door had been kicked in, his grandmother laid on the floor in front of him with a butcher's knife in her hand. Her eyes were as still as a stone, her blood seeping out onto her favorite rug. There was no time to even mourn or be in shock, the voice of his grandfather snapped him out of it. It was coming from deeper inside the house, but he had to step over his grandmother's dead body. Lincoln couldn't look down, he just couldn't! If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to move.
One foot after the other, Lincoln stepped over his grandmother's body and ran into the kitchen. He wished his eyes lied, but they didn't. The first thing he saw was a big burly man eating a piece of his grandmother's famous apple pie. The second being a man kicking his grandfather over and over again with a big ******** grin on his face.
Anger boiled inside of him, his safe place it was defiled. There was no unseeing any of this, his grandmother, her apple pie being tarnished by an impure soul, and his grandfather being beaten to death. He knew everyone entered the world alone, and hell everyone left it the same way, but right now. Lincoln Converse was done being a pushover, he curled his hand into a tightly wound fist and screamed two words, "Get out!" His eyes determined to fight for his place and he'd be damned if anyone took it from him.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Cleric » AGEx/ x 17 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual » BIRTHDAY x/ x Aug. 26th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x United States, Montgomery » Current Locationx/x tbd
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 5’10” » WEIGHTx/ x 170 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Brown » BUILDx/ x Athletic, well rounded. » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x None, accent may stand out in certain portions of the country.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Dresses in regular clothing, boots, and a jacket. Conceals a knife in the boot, and handguns in his jacket. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Wears a leather coat to carry magazines, boots, and black pants. Has a dainty white mask that conceals his face. He wears a white or black hat depending on time of day. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Blaster 8, Thinker 1
» POWERS
Accurate Shots
You have the ability to create bullets for your gun of choice out of thin air and once fired, exert a measure of control over their accuracy. What this means is that your shots will be able deviate from their original trajectory to attempt a course correct towards your desired target. This does not mean that they can make rapid changes. It's more effective over longer distances as it provides more time for the bullet to alter course.
Gun Info
Your power will inform you of what type of ammo the gun you're using uses and allow you to know how to maintain the weapon.
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Cleric has had to work for everything in his life, often finding that his hard work only leads to him having to work harder. He’s lived his past two years worrying, taking care of his sister, and now that she’s gone, he feels like he doesn’t have a purpose in life. This has led him to pursue life as a cape. Cleric has always viewed the cape organizations as flawed, and prefers to work alone.
Cleric is strong willed, independent, and ruthless, but not merciless. He won’t hinder hero operations, but won’t let them get in the way of his whims. Cleric has never planned things out, and finds rules and step by step strategies to be suffocating. He acts on his whims, and what he thinks is right, however naive this may be.
» LIKES
↳Guns, Ammo, Cocaine, cold weather, adrenaline.
» PASSIONS
↳Simplicity, Transparency, Good will.
» DISLIKES
↳ Rules, bureaucracy, Waste
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Passiveness, Undue Privilege, Dishonesty.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $0.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x None » POSITIONx / x None
» RESIDENCEx / x None
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here - Was a hired gun thug for gang in Montgomery - Has killed before, responsible for many deaths - Lead a hit squad on rival gang members in Montgomery
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Cleric is no stranger to hard times. He was born to a poor, single mother in Montgomery, and had drop out of school at 14 to support his mother, and now then 7 year old sister. Finding honest work in Montgomery was hard. The jobs he did get weren’t sustainable, so Jake began working for less savory characters. He found a local gang that would take him, and pay enough to keep his family afloat. They put him to work as a gunman, and taught him how to fight. Jake, over the next two years, became their best non-powered fighter.
While working for the gang, Jake developed a nasty cocaine habit that began draining his funds, and to pay for his addiction, he had to take more dangerous work. He’d killed people before, lots of em, but never a cape. His boss presented him with a deal, if he could take a hit squad to a rival hideout, and clear it out, people, drugs and all, there’d be 15 thousand waiting for him back home. Jake killed his first cape that night, at the age of 16, he killed Bonfire, a pyrokinetic Blaster 3. He came home that day, 15k richer, and set aside 12k for his family. The rest he’d save for cocaine, whenever he’d need it.
Jake’s mother died a few months later in a tragic car accident on the way home from work. He and his sister sold the house, and moved into a 2 room apartment in the city. Jake kept her in school, and worked for the local gang as a gun thug until his trigger event.
» TRIGGER EVENT
The gang Jake worked for, unfortunately, wasn’t in the cocaine business, and his stash was running dangerously low. He could’ve sworn there was more before he’d left for work, but he must’ve been wrong. He’d have to go out and buy more tonight, couldn’t risk running out, the withdrawals were killer.
His usual suppliers had been chased outta town by a new group, he didn’t trust these guys, but they were all he had. He knew where their supply house was, and had heard that they were doing business outta it. He packed his gun, and headed out into the night. It was a little past midnight, Katey would be asleep by now, so she wouldn’t be asking questions the next morning.
After maybe 30 minutes of walking, he finally arrived at his destination. The front door of the warehouse was open, was it an invite to come in? He heard people inside, and music. Eh, best to just go in and find out, people were hesitant to shoot their guns at night; lest they draw the attention of a patrolling cape.
Jake kept his gun close, and walked in the front door. There were maybe 10 guys he could see, once one saw him, they all turned. They stared for a few seconds, and began moving toward him aggressively. “Oh, I’m sorry, ain’t y’all the new drug dealers in town? I’ve got enough for what, 12 grams on me?”
The guy seemingly in charge spoke up “You packing?” “Me? A gun? Nah, not really my style.”
This guy looks familiar Jake thought, not good. “Then you ain’t gonna mind if we search ya? Gotta protect the products ya know” “Heh, well, ya know, maybe I’ll just take my business elsewhere.”
Jake turned to leave, and heard the sound of boots sprinting for him. In a swift motion, he turned and pulled the gun in his jacket. The guy running at him stopped dead in his tracks, Jake eyed the room. Nobody was moving, some had reached for guns, but nobody had pulled except him.
“I’m leavin’ now, you’d be best if ya let me, ya hear?” The boss smiled “You’re ain’t goin’ nowhere” “Yeah, and who’s gonna st-”
There was a heavy crack, and Jake fell to the floor. A goon with a baseball bat had got behind him. Jake forgot one of the most important rules of entering a room. Check your corners.
He woke up naked, handcuffed to a radiator. A man was sitting in a chair across the room from him. “Rise’n shine, princess.” the grizzled voice pulled him from his groggy state “Wh- What happened, where am I” “Well Jake, you’re in a not so good place”
Jake was acutely aware that he hadn’t had his dose of coke in a long, long, long time. “You still with me you son’a b***h?” “I’m afraid I am. You take my wallet? That how you know my name?” “I’ll be asking the questions here.” Jake pulled against his cuffs “Guess I’m in no position to argue huh?” “That’s right.”
After some questioning, it was becoming clear that they knew his history with underground crime organizations. Apparently Jake had killed this guy’s brother and he wasn’t happy about it. Jake couldn’t answer the specific questions, couldn’t name the brother, couldn’t remember the night it happened. Every time a question went unanswered, his interrogator got angrier and angrier. Jake zoned out, his headache growing too much to deal with. The interrogator, in a bight of frustration, stood up and left the room. What he said only registered to Jake after he was gone. Something about revenge for his siblings. His headache grew from a dull roar, to all-encompassing. He blacked out soonafter.
The screaming and yelling pulled him back to consciousness. Katey was there, pulling away from the three or four men. Jake couldn’t focus, how old was she now? Eight? Nine? The men began ripping what was left of her clothes off. They did heinous things. A few times jake went unconscious, but alas, they would stop what they were doing to wake him up, make him watch. When they had all had their turn, they pulled a bag over her head. Jake closed his eyes.
He woke up on his knees as suddenly everything was bright, too bright. He was in the sun, spectacular as it was, he was blinded and it wasn’t helping his head. He noticed he was bound and gagged. His hands tied behind his back in a somewhat loose knot. He looked to his left, then right. Katey was there with him, in the same situation, bound and gagged. There were bruises covering her face and arms. Jake dropped his head and a man behind him pulled it back by his hair. The interrogator goon pulled a gun from his belt and pointed the barrel at Katey. Jake started to yell, kick, scream. As if in reaction, the goon squeezed the trigger.
“You did this to yourself, ain’t nobody to blame but you”
Jake’s screams stopped, his thrashing about has loosened the knot enough he could slip them. The goon stepped up to him, and placed the barrel against Jake’s forehead. It was his gun, Katey was shot by the gun Jake had brought. With his free hand, the goon pulled Jake’s gag. Jake didn’t say anything, just stared into the goon’s eyes. “Ain’t you gonna beg? Plead for your pathetic f*cking life?” “You’re gonna kill me with my own gun?” “Pretty f*cking ironic huh?” “I’m gonna kill you with that gun you know?” The goon laughed, and looked around at his buddies. There were four of them. As soon as the guy looked away, Jake slipped from the knot.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Wonder waffle, Aunty, Freddy, the Cyborg with the big titties. » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Wunderwaffe » AGEx/ x 28 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Bisexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x 27/8 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Earth He » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New Brockton
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 5'2" » WEIGHTx/ x 115lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Slender » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Freda has long black hair that trails down to somewhere near her a**. This is kept neatly braided when in civilian guise and tied back inside of her mask/outfit when she's in her Cape persona. She's also surprisingly stacked for someone as short as she is.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x She dresses fairly inconspicuously while in casual clothes. Her hair is very long and is kept braided, she wears comfortable T-shirts, pants, shoes and usually some kind of long coat over the top of it depending upon the weather of course. She also wears a pair of glasses, as seen in her reference picture. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x To be decided.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Classification [ Tinker 10 ]
» POWERS
Cybernetic Augmentation
You specialize in the field of cybernetics, the creation of closed systems with the design of achieving a goal. In particular you specialize in synthetic implants of a large variety. These inventions can replace organs, enhance natural athletic ability, restart a heart, or even augment your reality with heads up displays. From the simplest of pace makers to a full cyborg body, this is your main domain. In addition to this you are able to branch out into the field of cybernetics at large.
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Freda is quirky individual at the best of times. A big fan of internet culture, mostly because she spends a lot of time on the internet, she can often be found making references and meme jokes. At least, when she's not taking things particularly seriously. She has a strong sense of humor and uses it as a fall-back to deal with stressful situations. Sometimes inappropriately so. Her true motivations are often hard to discern through her persona and occasional feigning of ignorance. But if asked whose side she's on, she'd simply state "Humanity's".
↳ Family/loved ones, having her hair brushed, cats, bad puns, Dragon
» DISLIKES
↳ Hot weather, excessively antagonistic types, excessive government intervention
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Sheep
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Toybox » POSITIONx / x Senior member
Full time
» RESIDENCEx / x A toybox workshop in downtown Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- - - - - -
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Freda was born and raised in a large city based on Earth He. One of the ones supported by Dragon. She led a rather normal life, got into the medical profession and eventually triggered after her younger sister committed suicide. The unexpected loss and inability to save her having broken her quite thoroughly for a while. Deciding she needed to get a fresh start for a while, she moved to New Brockton and joined up with Toybox to try to make a living and maybe do some good with her newfound powers. She has been a member for a number of years now, and spends her time doing various jobs as well as mentoring the Tinker Cape, Maglev. Who she has taken under her wing.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Freda grew up in a city on Earth He. One of the technological wonders brought about with the help of a certain Canadian Tinker. Her life was fairly average for the most part. She had a background in medicine, but she wasn't particularly high profile or anything of the sort. Her life however changed dramatically one day, with an unexpected event that seemed to come out of the blue. Unbeknownst to the rest of her family, including Freda herself, her younger sister Anna had been facing a rather intense battle with depression. One she had been keeping hidden from everyone for some time now. Deciding she was to much of a burden and would rather people not have to deal with her any longer, Anna made her way up to a tall building in the city and decided she was going to commit suicide. With no one around to stop her, she jumped from the roof and impacted the floor below. But she didn't die, at least not right away. The emergency services arrived and took her to hospital to try to save her life. When she was told what had happened, Freda went into shock. She hadn't seen this coming, and she very much blamed herself for not noticing sooner and doing something about it. She and her sister had always been particularly close. So why hadn't she seen it? Why had she failed to save someone she cared for so much, right when they needed her the most? These questions continued to run through her mind, starting to take over her thoughts more and more until she could think of nothing else.
Considering her background in medicine, she dedicated her time to trying to save her sister. But as the week went on, Anna continued to deteriorate. As she deteriorated, so did Freda's mental health, especially regarding this situation. Thoughts turning increasingly dark, turning into obsession aimed at her sister. Death had already been a touchy subject for her. She knew some day she would have a loved one taken from her because of death. And now? She couldn't save her, it was becoming increasingly clear that no one could. And when this realization dawned on her, when it became obvious to the point she could no longer hide from it that she was going to lose her loved one, the focus of her attentions and obsession? She broke down. She was unable to deal with the reality that her sister was dying and would soon be gone. When she finally realized this and snapped, something inside of her snapped too. She didn't realize it at the time, but this was her trigger event happening, her road from who she was, to who she was becoming. A persona she was all to willing to throw herself into, to forget the pain of loss that had brought her here.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Elijah EWART xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx Trump 9 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Gregarious » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x None » AGEx/ x 19 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x July 23rd » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x United States, Wildlands » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, Wildlands
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» HEIGHTx/ x 6' 3" » WEIGHTx/ x 184 » EYE COLORx/ x Brown » HAIR COLORx/ x Blond » BUILDx/ x Broad and Tall » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Rough hands, and Weather-worn face.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Earth-tone Rough Garments, Simple. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x None
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Lawful Neutral
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Trump [ 9 ]
» POWERS
Power Bonding
By spending time around other parahumans that consider you to be a friend you can eventually learn to duplicate their powers so long as you are with them. If you become separated by more than 300 ft you will no longer have access to a copy of their power. Over time your bond will weaken and you will have to establish it once more. The amount of posts it takes to form a bond is equal to the rating of the power in question. It takes only half as long to lose the bond.
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1.xKind x2.xHonest x3.xTrusting x4.xSteadfast
» PERSONALITY
Long winded explanation of character personality here, please make at least two paragraphs. Include things such as quirks, how they interact with others, negatives and positives, some outstanding traits, how strong their will is, what they fear the most, etc. Long winded explanation of character personality here, please make at least two paragraphs. Include things such as quirks, how they interact with others, negatives and positives, some outstanding traits, how strong their will is, what they fear the most, etc. Long winded explanation of character personality here, please make at least two paragraphs. Include things such as quirks, how they interact with others, negatives and positives, some outstanding traits, how strong their will is, what they fear the most, etc.
» LIKES
Eating with friends, Farm Animals, The smell of hay
» PASSIONS
Pleasing others, Working with his hands
» DISLIKES
Going hungry, Strong winds
» ANIMOSITIES
Falling, Being Bound, Tentacles, Insects
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x The Resplendence » POSITIONx / x Ascendant
Permanent
» RESIDENCEx / x Tower of the Ascendants (Center of the Commune)
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- None
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█ »x Small Golden Sun Pendant on a String
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» BACKGROUND
Elijah was born to his late Mother, who was an Ex-Cultist citizen of New York City. His Mother died in the process of birthing him, and he fell through the foster system when The Resplendence caught wind of birth and abducted him from the foster home he was residing in. After an initial media coverage people quickly forgot about the event, and Elijah was raised unaware of his past. Midas raised him with his message and teachings until his death, leaving control of The Resplendence to Visionary, two years before Elijah triggered. Due to a life of hard manual work and healthy eating, Elijah has a healthy and strong physique, and was happy to live his life out "safe" from the "dangers" of the outer world. Having just Ascended, Elijah's life will be more interesting from now on.
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XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Sarah Collins xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx Shaker 9
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Madhouse » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Grograman » AGEx/ x 23 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual, Homocapable. » BIRTHDAYx/ x June 1st. » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x America, Brockton » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x America Brockton
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 5ft 6. » WEIGHTx/ x 130 » EYE COLORx/ x Green » HAIR COLORx/ x Brown » BUILDx/ x Slender with Muscle. » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x MASSIVE smile.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Demin Jeans, A light olive top with a black jacket. Black gloves, Black Combat Boots. Loose brown belt. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x N/A
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» Alignmentx/ Neutral leaning towards Evil.x
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Shaker 9
» POWERS
Hellfire(PyroKinesis)
You have the ability to create fire within 5 ft of your body and guide the spread of fire within 30ft of your body. In addition to this you are fireproof yourself and thus can not be burned. These flames can burn atop any surface but still bear the same weaknesses as normal fire. You may not ignite other people. Things burned by your flames will catch fire rapidly and soon the flames will spread if not carefully controlled
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
Sarah was always a touch greedy, even as a child. When she was 3 she stole 300 dollars from her Father's wallet and buried it in a tin in the back yard. When she was 10, she exhumed the Tin and used the money to buy a cellphone. When her Dad asked where the money came from she said she found it in the back yard while digging around in the garden. He didn't believe her at first. She was a normal girl for the most part, taking a liking to cats and enjoying there company as she blazed through school, he sticky fingers and keen child intellect pushing her forward. She coasted on her moderate talents, and didn't really develop as a person until after the incident. She spent several years in a mental hospital. Where from stories of other patients she learned some interesting bits of ancient history, and found herself rather enthralled with Stories of ancient warriors or at least a crazy persons approximation of them.
» LIKES
↳Fire, Glowy Things, Shiny Things, Cats, Cookings, Running, and stuff
» PASSIONS
↳ Fighting, Money, Passion.
» DISLIKES
↳ Dishonesty, Cowardice, Knife Hobos, Salads without meat, Dead Languages, The Common Cold, and stuff
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Betrayal, Idiocy on the Battlefield, Tinker Altered Animals especially Mr.Fluffles the Asylum nurses Adopted pet, Non-functioning sprinkler Sytems, People who don't have basic fire safety knowledge.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Black Gate » POSITIONx / x Temp
Part Time
» RESIDENCEx / x N/A
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Survival of a Parahuman Attack, one of roughly 40 survivors. - Cleared from Mental Hospital - - - -
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█ »x inventory █ »x Truck, Two Seats, Flat Bed █ »x Single Shot Nerf Gun, 20 Shots. █ »x George Foreman Grill, 2 quarts of Vegetable Oil. █ »x Simurgh Necklace
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Sarah Collins childhood was barley a memory. She lived a normal life with Loving parents that she still loves, but after her encounter with a psychotic Cape she had drifted from them. She spent several years in a mental hospital where she met interesting people who shared interesting stories. She hid her power from the staff, after an incident where it almost went completely out of control she decided it was best to use it sparingly. After 3 years of therapy she was cleared for release and went back into the big wide world. Needing money and wanting some action she searched for a group by the name of Black Gate. A paramilitary organization she had heard about inside the Asylum. She thought it might have been a rumor or just the ramblings of a crazy old witch who stole birds from the window sill to sacrifice to the Simurgh. As she investigated them she found false trails and leads that made her doubts waver, until one faithful night she entered a trashed bar sitting at the edge of the warehouse district, empty save for a man sitting at the bar, a thick envelop under his left palm.
» TRIGGER EVENT
A red light dimly flashed from behind her eye lids and Sarah drifted awake. She had come to the offices of Walt and Tyler for a job interview. As her eyes opened the young woman winced in pain. She put her hand up to her head, feeling a small bloody cut. She vaguely remembered missing the elevator and rushing into the stairwell behind an employee. As she tried to climb to the 27th floor of the office building, she couldn't remember. She stood to her feet before wiping the dirt off her suit skirt. Sarah slowly stumbled up the stairs, unable to get her balance she rested on guardrail taking step after step towards the door on the floor above her.
The smell of smoke hit her nose as she came close to the door. She faltered for a moment before reaching her hand up to the door. The handle was warm, but not hot enough to burn her hand. As she turned the door handle smoke slowly filtered into the stairwell as well as a rancid smell. She almost vomited but managed to retain her composure. She pulled the door open. It opened into a small lobby, she heard screams in the distance and the smell of burning flesh was all too palpable. Sarah felt sick inside. She didn't know what was wrong, but she felt it plain as the summer sun.
She slowly walked through the office building, the screams echoing from far away yet all around her. It occurred to her that she should go back down the stairwell and leave the building but something was pushing her forward. After a few turns and hallways she clearly knew she was lost. She approached the an office at the Northeast of the floor. As she stood at the door, she felt a terrible fear grip her heart as she turned turned the handle. She could hear crying coming from the dark room as the door swung open. A smell of overwhelming death flooded the hallway as she gasped and spit. Sarah peered into the darkness, he hand over her mouth as she saw a small figure slowly approach her from deep in the dark.
Her scream died in her throat as the dim light slowly revealed the advancing figure. It, the only thing she could call them, was covered in burnt flesh, she couldn't tell if the shredded mounds belonged to it or to the people of this office. Tears welled up in her eyes as it got closer, the smell of burning death growing stronger with each step. Her mind went blank with paralyzing terror as it came closer, the fear seemingly eating her up like a devouring presence as she tried to breathe but couldn't. As it finally drew near she could see its full horror, not even knowing if It was human or not, but she naturally assumed it wasn't. Sarah blacked out from terror, nearly having a heart attack.
Sarah was one of 39 survivors pulled from the burning building. Of the 39 she was of the 12 that were admitted to the Mental Hospital for further evaluation.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Vincent König xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx N/A
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Jäger - His code name for business transactions » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x He hasn't earned one yet » AGEx/ x Twenty-Eight » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x April 6th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Germany, Berlin » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New Brockton
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 6' 7" » WEIGHTx/ x 280 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Crimson » HAIR COLORx/ x White » BUILDx/ x He's built like a tank » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x His hair, eyes, skin, and build
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Black boots, Black socks, Boxers, Jeans, Compression shirt, and a t shirt. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x N/A
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
Vincent has an astonishing amount of pride that often times gets him into trouble. These very people will claim him to be full of spirit and energy. Having a vast amount of self-confidence, power, and zeal he will not be dissuaded from doing what he wants. Making things such as others opinions and orders irrelevant to him. The best way to get him to do something is with bribery... honestly it is. He loves to live on the edge and wants nothing but excitement and adventure in his life. Wanting nothing short of a thrilling life he has come to despise boredom. To the point where if you aren't as lively as he is he more than likely won't consider you a friend or even associate. Earlier in his life this has caused him to burn numerous bridges. Yet with his personality he didn't care as he would be fine by himself.
His most notable trait, other than his energy, is his courage in the face of adversity. He will rise to any occasion, without wavering in the slightest, and face anything down that fate places before him. Going to the point of tempting fate and compromising his own safety. While his hair trigger temperament makes him highly reactive in most situations. At times he can be irritable because he's used to doing things in a quick manner. Never settling for things going slow and smooth. He just wants to get things done and over with. As his personality leads him to be the best around some say he's even inspirational. In his own special way he does inspire the young ones. As he simply wants to be the best out of everyone as long as he breathes. This is also something that gets him into trouble as he doesn't care who he steps on to get to the top.
He works extremely well under adverse situations causing others to try and follow in his footsteps. Should anyone get close to him they'll see behind his daring and head strong persona. They'll see the warm and caring spirit that exists within him. These same people, although they will claim him to be arrogant and have an enormous ego, will notice his generous and loving nature. They will forever treasure him because of his ability to make up for his imperfections with his passion and excitement with everything he does. Going back to his courage in the face of adversity, whether it be to simply fight or protect what he cherishes, it prevents him from bowing to others stronger or of higher status than him. He will remain unfazed in the face of death, and danger is something that he is more than comfortable with confronting. With his leadership is brought up it's noted that he's trying to touch the stars already. Eagerly attempting to climb the ladder with his excellence and lack of patience. Whenever he is in charge he demands full loyalty from those that follow him. He will eagerly give back with his loyalty to them by helping those that follow him achieve their goals.
When responding to a threat or being cornered he will eagerly go to lash out against those who put him in that situation. He will strive to win under any circumstance as it only matters that he wins. He will not hide how he feels either. He will speak plainly and tell it how it is even if it hurts someone else's feelings. This doesn't bother him as he knows he is ruthless with his words, this is definitely not appreciated. His drive for an exciting life and pursuing his goals brings out the callous part of him. Ready to crush anyone who dares to get in his way. He will gladly overtake any opponent without taking any prisoners. To put it plainly if you cross him at any point an time you will be on his radar. He will either put you in your place with a beating or give you an early grave.
Determination and will are his strongest traits. He can use them to come out of anything that is negative. He is an extremely strong willed individual as he’ll see anything through until the end. Once he sets his mind to something there’s not a single person that can deter him from his objective. His sheer determination will push him through the mission no matter how the odds are stacked against him. No matter how strong the enemy is... No matter how numerous they are... No matter how hurt he is... He will always prevail no matter the cost.
When it comes to friendship others need not look any further as he is the truest of friends. That is if someone could stand him enough to get close to him... Regardless he is one of the most loyal individuals someone could ever meet. He is used to being judged by others as an arrogant p***k and often neglectful towards friends. Yet he will reveal his greatness at the darkest hour by demonstrating his faithfulness to those who need it. It will definitely be in his own inimitable manner, but his loyalty will shine through and never be questioned. For his enemies they will need to understand one thing and one thing only.... think again. Not only is he gifted with sheer determination, competitive nature, ferocity, and an overwhelming desire to succeed... but he will work restlessly to outshine others until his task is finished. He will make sure that all of his enemies are laying dead before him... even if they all charge him at once he will push through it all and slay every one of them.
Continuing onto his... demeanor. It should be noted that even with his short life... He has been put through a lot. He's often see's things that may or may not be there. Finding joy within conflict and overwhelming odds many will fear him as well as fear for him. Almost as if he can't comprehend the situation that he is within and simply has a death wish. Even if he were outnumbered against a vast army and upon his death bed he would still be giggling and laughing like the mad hatter. Such a conflict would only bring joy to him as hysteria, or as he calls it "The Abyss", would swarm through him like an infection. Seeing things in a different light he simply doesn't care about dying in the slightest. After all the beginning and the end of everyone's life is the same. But its the journey along the way that gives their life real meaning.
» LIKES
↳ Free food, Money, Working out, Fighting
» PASSIONS
↳ Sex, Money, Firearms
» DISLIKES
↳ Spicy foods and being bored
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Cowards, Parasites, Liars, Oathbreakers
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x Broke as hell
» AFFILIATIONx / x None » POSITIONx / x Position here
None
» RESIDENCEx / x New Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Served with the German military loyally and faithfully
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█ »x Cellphone █ »x N/A █ »x N/A █ »x N/A
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Vincent joined the German military the moment he came of age. He served faithfully and loyally for years earning him recognition and many awards within his time. Being recently discharged from the military Vincent is now looking for a line of work similar to what he was doing, that way he could avoid boredom.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Kara » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Kickstarter » AGEx/ x Twelve » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x 11/07 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x New York City » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New Brocktown
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 4'8" » WEIGHTx/ x 90 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Green (Red Contacts) » HAIR COLORx/ x Black (Bleached) » BUILDx/ x Average Child Build » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Bleached hair and red eyes, both of which are not natural.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x [x] - A conservative look. She wears a white hoodie that has been stitched together and modified for repairs and such. She's normally in her school uniform underneath. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x [x] - Somewhat more crude than her street clothes, she dones a partially torn jacket belonging to her grandfather as well as a pair of red glasses and a pair of hightop shoes.
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Thinker [ 10 ]
» POWERS
Super Charged Neural Network
So long as you think about things in terms of tangents, the processing speed of your brain is vastly increased. Your reflexes will become superhuman, and your reaction delay will be near 0. The speed at which you can process information will also be vastly increased.
Crowd Sourcing
Being around parahumans makes you multiplicatively smarter. The more of them there are in a 60 ft area, the smarter you get. The benefits of this power maxes out at 10 parahumans.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
While once a star student, Kara has become somewhat of a reclusive ever since her trigger event. She has put herself in a sort of "exiled" mentality in order to not hurt anybody would would interact with her unless they are the aggressor. She sees her powers as a curse that took away her normal life out of shame and fear for her family. Karasu talks with a very anxious tone unless she is sure that no attacks or dangers will present themselves. She looks down upon herself and her power out of the incident which harmed her father and fooled her into believing that she would be a danger to him otherwise.
The youngster has a couple of oddities about her. She's very organized and insists upon keeping her belonging in check, becoming frustrated and nervous when they're left out of order. Because of her way of thinking ties in with her abilities, she tends to see things in a very odd light, even sometimes becoming oblivious to obvious facts. When learning something new, Kara becomes almost silent as she focuses completely on what is being taught. This lasts for a short while given how her minds processes information and will return to a normal state upon completion.
» LIKES
↳ other Undersiders, creating plans, music, candy
» PASSIONS
↳ reading, art, learning new things
» DISLIKES
↳ darker streets of the city, insects
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ mentioning her family, messing with her hair
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Undersider » POSITIONx / x Member
Full-time
» RESIDENCEx / x Around the city
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here - Stuff that would end up in a report - Or in the news - Or in a newspaper - It can be good or bad - Stuff
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Mobile Videogame Console █ »x Morrigan Family Picture █ »x go █ »x here
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Karasu is the daughter of an Asian refugee and a businessman who both met when working in a local cafe in New York. While not wealthy, her family certainly didn't struggle to afford anything. During her infancy, the girl was closest to her mother and stuck close by her for the majority of her life. Upon entering school, both parents were pleased too find that the child had taken her studies very seriously and soon found her way into advanced placement classes in a short while. Kara did have some troubled adjusting to her new studies but eventually adapted to the challenges that were facing her. While leading a relatively normal life, her mother passed away in a car accident several months ago. Kara soon became more isolated in her work and studies as a result to the dismay of her father. She has overworked to the point of exhaustion once before and suffered therapy as a result. One of these sessions soon found the girl's trigger to activate in her sleep. The rest of the night went by with periods of rest followed by her sulking and complaining of "feeling a painful migraine". Using her newfound powers without knowledge, she wounded her father and ran away because of it, fearing for his safety. Kara soon took to the streets and began to discover more about her "gift" that she so desperately wanted to rid herself of. While finding it as a haunting reminder of how she abandoned her family, it soon became needed in order to survive the daily life of New York as she could be seen performing movements and actions that stunned many. Eventually her talent and roaming nature found herself living in Undersider turf where she discovered a community of other parahumans. While not exactly thrilled at helping to perform actions that might be against the law, she looked over the fact and saw it as a chance to begin anew with a group of people who had similar fates / powers.
» TRIGGER EVENT
It was another late night for the young girl sitting in her father's condo. Her parent would still be at work until a few more hours had passed. The child took a break in her frustrated mood as she eyed a wedding picture of the two parents. He was an English businessman, one of the nameless drones of the company he was employed under, and she, a Japanese refugee who had managed to become a waitress at a bar he frequented during the acquisition of a contract in New York. Luckily, negotiations were long and harsh, causing her father to continue to see his mother until they began a relationship. It was stereotypical but it was just the way they had met. It had been hard on the family ever since her passing. She had been coming from a friend's house late at night and had an accident with a drunk driver. It was instant and painless, she had over heard the doctors say. While it had been several months since, it still affected the family today. As if it was not enough, Kara had buried her life into her AP classes at school to push back the feelings of grief. They were fun and interesting, finding calculations and such a thrill to figure out, but it was near the end of the school year and they were cumulative. The child was already on the thin line of being put back into normal classes, and with her father's expectations for her growing it was safe to say that she was more than "a little stressed out." Once more, she turned to face the class papers she had been working on for weeks that would be due in the coming days. It was hard to say if they would be enough, but there was little she could do but see.
A few more circles got filled in as the multiple choice portion of the study sheet was filled out. Kara checked the clock on the stove. 10:30. She had been sitting here since 3 with these thing and was already tired of it. It was good enough to her, she had other things to do like stay up longer than she was supposed to until her father came home. She slipped the paper into her notebook and began her search through the fridge for her late dinner. Some microwave dinner would have to do for now. Too late to eat anything else otherwise. Kara threw a chicken wing dinner into the microwave and turned on the television while she waited for the timer to ring off. A sudden unlocking of the front door caused her to shoot up. Her father wasn't supposed to come home until 12 or so at the latest! Was this some kind of intruder or something? She watched as the door swung open to reveal a familiar shape.
It was her father on his usual work garb, his hazel eyes glancing towards his sole daughter. A splitting image of the very woman he had lost. They greeted one another as Kara hugged him and questioned about how his day went and all. The familiar pat of her head and commenting on how big she's gotten. It was burned into her memory since she could even walk. Kara returned to the couch and sat down with her father following suit. He pulled her close and began to talk about how she looked more and more like her mother with each day that passed. It was an odd thing to say to start a serious conversation but she understood him trying to get things started. She could see it in his eyes, that weird way parents look at you when they want to let you know that you messed up somewhere. After a stroke of her hair or so, they began to talk about school and things. He understood his daughter's plight of balancing her hectic school life with other things but she somehow felt that it was hard for him to connect. It lasted for around twenty minutes or so until they finished up on the discussion of her mother. It had been a while since they discussed it and it still hurt like hell. Kara eventually shifted the topic away from her mother and went to retrieve and reheat her food. They spent an hour or so watching the news and down dinner, her father having a microwave dinner of his own. When they finished, Kara took herself to bed.
A quick brush of the teeth, washing her face and wishing her father goodnight. She completed her ritual and went into her small but cozy bed while looking at a picture frame of the three of them, plus one who would forever be waiting to be brought into this world, never to come. Left to her own thoughts as she waited to drift asleep, the child found herself haunted by thoughts of her work failing to meet the standards of her classes. She aspired to become successful like her parents and getting the boot out of the AP classes was, to her, a death sentence. Her mind soon became divided while she wished that her mother was still present so she could give her some advice. Her father and her did talk but ever since the accident, he had always been so distant. She was certain he still loved her...right? It was hard to say, really. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, Kara had managed to get asleep for a peaceful slumber, or so she had hoped.
She suddenly came to surrounded by darkness. While there was no discernible floor beneath her, she still felt solid ground as if it were a sidewalk or a road of sorts. Kara began to walk down it without even so much as ordering her body to. She was on autopilot as her mind went along with things. A few seconds had passed before a feeling of vertigo hit her. A sensation that felt like she was falling backwards despite standing up. When closed her eyes just go steady herself and opened them to find herself in a different situation. She was sitting in the passenger's seat of a vehicle and beside her, driving the car was a figure whose face was blurred. Kara sainted before she began to pick up on the smaller details of herself. For starters, she felt her knees bend while sitting more than she was used to. Her long hair was absent yet she felt a weight on the black of her head. What was that thing sitting on her nose...glasses?! She peered into the side view mirrors and was greeted by the face of her mother! There was not much time to dwell on it, as she heard a honk of a car and looked up just in time to see a car veering straight towards them. She winced, closing her eyes again as the feeling of vertigo returned and awaited the impact that never came. Instead, she opened her eyes to see herself back in her own body. She was before her entire AP class, clutching her paper. Her teacher appeared beside her and announced what she had dread the most. Not only had she been kicked out, but she was declared the worst student in the entire school. A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd as Kara froze and began to fight back tears. She blinked as was back in the car as her mother as the same report lay in her hands with giant red F for all to see. Another blink. She was in class again as the crowd's faces were a collage of smudges and unrecognizable blurs. The teacher was absent. Blink. In the car again but the teacher was driving. A pair of ominous looking hands made from darkness began to reach out from the windshield. Blink. The class's laughter slowly grew louder. Blink. More honking as the hands grabbed her by the throat. Blink. The class was absent but their voices were as loud as ever. Their replacements were nothing but a field of shapes and figures she partially recognized from her notes. The hands returned and took hold of her again as she squirmed to get away.
Kara closed her eyes but the scenarios continued to switch back and forth. Her head was pounding and pounding while she found it hard to breath. The stress from her scholarly life and loss of her mother seemed to have hit her at the same time. She felt every emotion suddenly combined into what might have been a breakdown. Kara was upset and longing for her mother's passing, but furious about the drunkard who had lived through the ordeal. A feeling of helplessness found its way in at both situations. She had done her best to stay in the class but might fail. With nobody as close to as she was with her mother, Kara felt alone in the world. During this episode, the hands continued to embrace her as they eventually lifted her into the air by her throat. The child did the only thing she could think of considering the circumstances. She screamed as loud as she could until the world went black. She began to kick against the forces grabbing onto her until her legs tired.
Kara sat up from her bed in a rush, covered in sweat. Her breathing was fast paced and there was a rush on adrenaline coursing through her system. There was somebody holding onto her as she looked up and soon found herself looking at her father with a good amount of damage done to him. Saying nothing, Kara embraced her father tightly and could only sulk. It was only a dream, but one of the absolute worst she had. He carried her towards the living room and onto the couch as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Had she done something wrong? Was this some sort of thing brought on by stress? Her head throbbed and she felt sore all over. Her father went to get some medicine for her numerous cuts and bruises. By the time he returned, Kara was back asleep in a peaceful slumber. He would remain by her side for the remainder of the night.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Kara » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Kickstarter » AGEx/ x Twelve » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x 11/07 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x New York City » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New Brocktown
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 4'8" » WEIGHTx/ x 90 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Green (Red Contacts) » HAIR COLORx/ x Black (Bleached) » BUILDx/ x Average Child Build » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Bleached hair and red eyes, both of which are not natural.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x [x] - A conservative look. She wears a white hoodie that has been stitched together and modified for repairs and such. She's normally in her school uniform underneath. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x [x] - Somewhat more crude than her street clothes, she dones a partially torn jacket belonging to her grandfather as well as a pair of red glasses and a pair of hightop shoes.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Thinker [ 10 ]
» POWERS
Super Charged Neural Network
So long as you think about things in terms of tangents, the processing speed of your brain is vastly increased. Your reflexes will become superhuman, and your reaction delay will be near 0. The speed at which you can process information will also be vastly increased.
Crowd Sourcing
Being around parahumans makes you multiplicatively smarter. The more of them there are in a 60 ft area, the smarter you get. The benefits of this power maxes out at 10 parahumans.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
While once a star student, Kara has become somewhat of a reclusive ever since her trigger event. She has put herself in a sort of "exiled" mentality in order to not hurt anybody would would interact with her unless they are the aggressor. She sees her powers as a curse that took away her normal life out of shame and fear for her family. Karasu talks with a very anxious tone unless she is sure that no attacks or dangers will present themselves. She looks down upon herself and her power out of the incident which harmed her father and fooled her into believing that she would be a danger to him otherwise.
The youngster has a couple of oddities about her. She's very organized and insists upon keeping her belonging in check, becoming frustrated and nervous when they're left out of order. Because of her way of thinking ties in with her abilities, she tends to see things in a very odd light, even sometimes becoming oblivious to obvious facts. When learning something new, Kara becomes almost silent as she focuses completely on what is being taught. This lasts for a short while given how her minds processes information and will return to a normal state upon completion.
» LIKES
↳ other Undersiders, creating plans, music, candy
» PASSIONS
↳ reading, art, learning new things
» DISLIKES
↳ darker streets of the city, insects
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ mentioning her family, messing with her hair
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Undersider » POSITIONx / x Member
Full-time
» RESIDENCEx / x Around the city
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here - Stuff that would end up in a report - Or in the news - Or in a newspaper - It can be good or bad - Stuff
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Mobile Videogame Console █ »x Morrigan Family Picture █ »x go █ »x here
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Karasu is the daughter of an Asian refugee and a businessman who both met when working in a local cafe in New York. While not wealthy, her family certainly didn't struggle to afford anything. During her infancy, the girl was closest to her mother and stuck close by her for the majority of her life. Upon entering school, both parents were pleased too find that the child had taken her studies very seriously and soon found her way into advanced placement classes in a short while. Kara did have some troubled adjusting to her new studies but eventually adapted to the challenges that were facing her. While leading a relatively normal life, her mother passed away in a car accident several months ago. Kara soon became more isolated in her work and studies as a result to the dismay of her father. She has overworked to the point of exhaustion once before and suffered therapy as a result. One of these sessions soon found the girl's trigger to activate in her sleep. The rest of the night went by with periods of rest followed by her sulking and complaining of "feeling a painful migraine". Using her newfound powers without knowledge, she wounded her father and ran away because of it, fearing for his safety. Kara soon took to the streets and began to discover more about her "gift" that she so desperately wanted to rid herself of. While finding it as a haunting reminder of how she abandoned her family, it soon became needed in order to survive the daily life of New York as she could be seen performing movements and actions that stunned many. Eventually her talent and roaming nature found herself living in Undersider turf where she discovered a community of other parahumans. While not exactly thrilled at helping to perform actions that might be against the law, she looked over the fact and saw it as a chance to begin anew with a group of people who had similar fates / powers.
» TRIGGER EVENT
It was another late night for the young girl sitting in her father's condo. Her parent would still be at work until a few more hours had passed. The child took a break in her frustrated mood as she eyed a wedding picture of the two parents. He was an English businessman, one of the nameless drones of the company he was employed under, and she, a Japanese refugee who had managed to become a waitress at a bar he frequented during the acquisition of a contract in New York. Luckily, negotiations were long and harsh, causing her father to continue to see his mother until they began a relationship. It was stereotypical but it was just the way they had met. It had been hard on the family ever since her passing. She had been coming from a friend's house late at night and had an accident with a drunk driver. It was instant and painless, she had over heard the doctors say. While it had been several months since, it still affected the family today. As if it was not enough, Kara had buried her life into her AP classes at school to push back the feelings of grief. They were fun and interesting, finding calculations and such a thrill to figure out, but it was near the end of the school year and they were cumulative. The child was already on the thin line of being put back into normal classes, and with her father's expectations for her growing it was safe to say that she was more than "a little stressed out." Once more, she turned to face the class papers she had been working on for weeks that would be due in the coming days. It was hard to say if they would be enough, but there was little she could do but see.
A few more circles got filled in as the multiple choice portion of the study sheet was filled out. Kara checked the clock on the stove. 10:30. She had been sitting here since 3 with these thing and was already tired of it. It was good enough to her, she had other things to do like stay up longer than she was supposed to until her father came home. She slipped the paper into her notebook and began her search through the fridge for her late dinner. Some microwave dinner would have to do for now. Too late to eat anything else otherwise. Kara threw a chicken wing dinner into the microwave and turned on the television while she waited for the timer to ring off. A sudden unlocking of the front door caused her to shoot up. Her father wasn't supposed to come home until 12 or so at the latest! Was this some kind of intruder or something? She watched as the door swung open to reveal a familiar shape.
It was her father on his usual work garb, his hazel eyes glancing towards his sole daughter. A splitting image of the very woman he had lost. They greeted one another as Kara hugged him and questioned about how his day went and all. The familiar pat of her head and commenting on how big she's gotten. It was burned into her memory since she could even walk. Kara returned to the couch and sat down with her father following suit. He pulled her close and began to talk about how she looked more and more like her mother with each day that passed. It was an odd thing to say to start a serious conversation but she understood him trying to get things started. She could see it in his eyes, that weird way parents look at you when they want to let you know that you messed up somewhere. After a stroke of her hair or so, they began to talk about school and things. He understood his daughter's plight of balancing her hectic school life with other things but she somehow felt that it was hard for him to connect. It lasted for around twenty minutes or so until they finished up on the discussion of her mother. It had been a while since they discussed it and it still hurt like hell. Kara eventually shifted the topic away from her mother and went to retrieve and reheat her food. They spent an hour or so watching the news and down dinner, her father having a microwave dinner of his own. When they finished, Kara took herself to bed.
A quick brush of the teeth, washing her face and wishing her father goodnight. She completed her ritual and went into her small but cozy bed while looking at a picture frame of the three of them, plus one who would forever be waiting to be brought into this world, never to come. Left to her own thoughts as she waited to drift asleep, the child found herself haunted by thoughts of her work failing to meet the standards of her classes. She aspired to become successful like her parents and getting the boot out of the AP classes was, to her, a death sentence. Her mind soon became divided while she wished that her mother was still present so she could give her some advice. Her father and her did talk but ever since the accident, he had always been so distant. She was certain he still loved her...right? It was hard to say, really. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, Kara had managed to get asleep for a peaceful slumber, or so she had hoped.
She suddenly came to surrounded by darkness. While there was no discernible floor beneath her, she still felt solid ground as if it were a sidewalk or a road of sorts. Kara began to walk down it without even so much as ordering her body to. She was on autopilot as her mind went along with things. A few seconds had passed before a feeling of vertigo hit her. A sensation that felt like she was falling backwards despite standing up. When closed her eyes just go steady herself and opened them to find herself in a different situation. She was sitting in the passenger's seat of a vehicle and beside her, driving the car was a figure whose face was blurred. Kara sainted before she began to pick up on the smaller details of herself. For starters, she felt her knees bend while sitting more than she was used to. Her long hair was absent yet she felt a weight on the black of her head. What was that thing sitting on her nose...glasses?! She peered into the side view mirrors and was greeted by the face of her mother! There was not much time to dwell on it, as she heard a honk of a car and looked up just in time to see a car veering straight towards them. She winced, closing her eyes again as the feeling of vertigo returned and awaited the impact that never came. Instead, she opened her eyes to see herself back in her own body. She was before her entire AP class, clutching her paper. Her teacher appeared beside her and announced what she had dread the most. Not only had she been kicked out, but she was declared the worst student in the entire school. A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd as Kara froze and began to fight back tears. She blinked as was back in the car as her mother as the same report lay in her hands with giant red F for all to see. Another blink. She was in class again as the crowd's faces were a collage of smudges and unrecognizable blurs. The teacher was absent. Blink. In the car again but the teacher was driving. A pair of ominous looking hands made from darkness began to reach out from the windshield. Blink. The class's laughter slowly grew louder. Blink. More honking as the hands grabbed her by the throat. Blink. The class was absent but their voices were as loud as ever. Their replacements were nothing but a field of shapes and figures she partially recognized from her notes. The hands returned and took hold of her again as she squirmed to get away.
Kara closed her eyes but the scenarios continued to switch back and forth. Her head was pounding and pounding while she found it hard to breath. The stress from her scholarly life and loss of her mother seemed to have hit her at the same time. She felt every emotion suddenly combined into what might have been a breakdown. Kara was upset and longing for her mother's passing, but furious about the drunkard who had lived through the ordeal. A feeling of helplessness found its way in at both situations. She had done her best to stay in the class but might fail. With nobody as close to as she was with her mother, Kara felt alone in the world. During this episode, the hands continued to embrace her as they eventually lifted her into the air by her throat. The child did the only thing she could think of considering the circumstances. She screamed as loud as she could until the world went black. She began to kick against the forces grabbing onto her until her legs tired.
Kara sat up from her bed in a rush, covered in sweat. Her breathing was fast paced and there was a rush on adrenaline coursing through her system. There was somebody holding onto her as she looked up and soon found herself looking at her father with a good amount of damage done to him. Saying nothing, Kara embraced her father tightly and could only sulk. It was only a dream, but one of the absolute worst she had. He carried her towards the living room and onto the couch as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Had she done something wrong? Was this some sort of thing brought on by stress? Her head throbbed and she felt sore all over. Her father went to get some medicine for her numerous cuts and bruises. By the time he returned, Kara was back asleep in a peaceful slumber. He would remain by her side for the remainder of the night.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Zhi, Shu, Chun. » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x 时代错误的 (Translation: Anachronous) [Formerly: 三百 (Translation: 300)] » AGEx/ x 35 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Omnisexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x 12/12 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Zhouzhuang, China » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New York City
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 6'8" » WEIGHTx/ x 178.8 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Golden » HAIR COLORx/ x Black w/ Purple & Pink accents » BUILDx/ x Athletic & Very Curvy » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x As one is bound to notice, Zhihao is very developed. She seems to be quite tall as well though not many scars adorn her immediate body that would normally be visible. they seemed to be focused around her arm & legs in rather heavy numbers. There is also a brand on the nape of her neck. One might also note that her hair is obscenely long, traveling all the way down to the back of her knees at full length.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Zhihao often stays in her tight, form fitting bodysuit. While this is less than normal, it is something she has grown accustomed to, plus its one of the few outfits she actually has. She is often seen wearing Her Old "Leisure" Uniform , which is why the number 300 is printed on her shoulder in Chinese. The same goes for her Celebration clothes, to the 300 in more or less stitched inside the clothes to prevent it from being too obvious. It was what she wore when appearing in public & not on business which was rare....& technically for sanctioned visits only. She wears contacts to subdue her appearance of course, but this is standard for her. They are not exactly eye-catching, but they are fine as far as clothes go. She can be seen with her glasses at times. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Zhihao still wears her Yàngbǎn uniform mostly due to having nothing else to wear. It was a fairly standard for the outfit. One the right shoulder is her number "300" stitched in. Though under most of her outfit is a bodysuit. She always wears her mask as well though this is no longer forced, it is simply a habit she has not yet been able to rid herself of.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITIONx/ x Neutral Good (Tends to slip into Lawful Evil)
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Tinker [ 12 ]
» POWERS
Mad Tinker
Miniaturization, Clockwork, and Multi-use are your three fields of specialty, and you may dip into pretty much any field to make an invention that is either mainly about one or more of those fields work. However there is a catch to this genius. Any invention that is not clockwork in nature (ie functions primarily via gears, and wind up or steam power) has a 10% chance of critically failing each time it is used. The consequences of which largely depends on what exactly was involved for the invention though in general larger inventions will have more dire failures. For each use of a non clockwork invention roll 1D10, if you roll a 1 the invention catastrophically fails.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
Shu for the most part is a woman who puts her best foot forward for others. Someone who is always willing to give her all for even the second-stranger in her life no matter who they are & might be. She has a very agreeable & attractive personality that often endears her to people so long they show themselves to be trustworthy to her. Shu is a motherly figure, willing to shelter & love even the most downtrodden person as they they were her own children. No matter how old, or what background she is an open book. She seems to have an unceasing & unswerving commitment to the betterment of people in general. Her first meetings with people will always be her giving them kindness, even if they do not return it. She has some oddities of course, like her tendency to bit her lip when confused or cover her mouth when she wishes to say something, but knows it might cause friction. She has no fear of speaking her mind, but likes to know when it is time & when it is not. She also seems to recite a riddle or rhyme when she is at a loss for words. Due to her captivity she is also shown to be quite disconnected as well, out of touch with a number of things she has not had the opportunity to familiarize herself with.
Of course, she is not someone you can simply take advantage of either. She might be loving, but she is also strict & very dedicated to her views. She has a nearly unbending commitment to her own codes & will not be swayed by anyone against her path. She is always willing to fight, no matter who or what it might be that she has to come up against in order to achieve what she sets out to complete. A very sedulous woman who moves forward no matter what it takes. She forgives, to a point. She listens, to a limit. She follows, to a line, but when it comes down to it she will never go against her own codes.
This creatures someone of a problem however as people begin to learn that her nature allows her to do ANYTHING to achieve whatever it takes. While she might value law & order, she will still hurt, lie, scheme, and injure anyone who seems to stand in her way or represent a threat, even if that person if someone she could be following. She still staunchly follows her codes, but eventually it comes down to her code being the only code she needs to follow, placing her in opposition with others if they so prove to be counter to her nature. She might take no pleasure in it, but unless someone is known to be her "Valued one." she is willing to hut them to get to where she needs to go. It reveals a truly commanding personality who will take orders from no one unless they so happen to agree. She is a lot more dominant & controlling than she lets on, but the two personalities often seem in some manner of conflict. However, regardless she tends not to show regret in anything but failure. Nothing is off limits when it proves itself to be time. She also seems to have a rather mighty temper, often falling into the trap of spilling out things in various languages to express frustration. There are even hints of jealousy & annoyance every now & then. She can be personable, but only if she feels the need.
However she never forgets her honor no matter how much certain forces tried to break it out of her. She values knowledge, but is not above failing back onto her martial training to teach someone a lesson. She rarely does so to the innocent, she will never hurt or allow harm to come to children & those who hurt children will be swiftly dealt with without mercy. When it comes down to the wire she is often known to be far more dangerous than she lets on, but she prefers peace over violence in general. She never goes out of her way to cause violence, seeking the peaceful path first above all things. She tends to keep herself in line greatly in order to achieve this, but once she gets going she is unlikely to stop because once the limit is broken, its broken.
Shu is still trying to shake off the conditioning. Unsure of what life as it is now. She is however trying her best to be the person she feels she was meant to be. Only time will tell if she can stay on her path.
» LIKES
↳ Tea, Reading, Playing her Instruments, Singing, Walking, Music, Cooking, Tinkering, Watching others, Children, Training, Painting.
↳ Dishonor, Threats, Failure, Brainwashing, The Yàngbǎn.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x [N/A, Looking] » POSITIONx / x [N/A, Not apart of anything yet]
[N/A, Not apart of anything yet]
» RESIDENCEx / x Generally, but not surprisingly, Homeless.
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Forced to participate in several violent take-overs - Was forced to join the Yàngbǎn, give the brand 300 - Defected from the Yàngbǎn to seek a new start elsewhere
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Philosophy Book █ »x Three Lockets from the children in the orphanage █ »x Damaged Wedding Ring █ »x Wallet
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Zhihao was born to a very small family in China. The place where they lived was once beautiful & gorgeous, but suffered from the constant attacks & shakedowns of various criminals and warlords. Zhihao from a young age was not the type of woman who was capable of letting things be however, and often stood up to those "bullies" if she could. This often made trouble for the family, but quite quickly she became known as the little girl who stood up to giants. Who went out of her way to solve anything. Sure someone it hurt, but she never backed down from it.
This method is actually how she met her husband from back then. She found him being menaced by a local thug. Most were afraid to stand up to them, but not her, she was one of the first to stand up to the man, punching, screaming, & kicking at him. Eventually the annoyance caused the man to leave...after slapping her of course, though she took it like a champ. This caused the young man to follow her like a puppy, and while it was annoying, Zhihao at first she soon learned that it was nice to have a person standing with her. Together the two acted as the towns local defenders. Of course, others began to join in from time to time some of which were abnormal.
They were like this for years, eventually getting married when they turned 18. Zhihao had eventually settled down, but she had a new calling. She knew that children were often in more danger from the likes of the man she sought to protect her own town from. She wanted to provide a refuge for these children where she could protect them & so after getting the help of some other noble individuals she eventually opened up the "Little Tiger Orphanage." it was slow at first, but they began to accept strays from all over, no matter where they might be found. Zhihao worked hard to provide for them, it grew & grew until it became one of the greater choices for people to go. She was always happy to help & so was her husband and several others.
She even went to school, though it was hard. She was hoping to get her doctorate. There were times were people came to help her achieve this goal...life was fine then.
[After the trigger]
She solved the problem, it took her precious moments to figure out the code. To enter the words they needed to hear. The timer stopped & they returned. They allowed her to move, to create some device unlike anything they had ever seen. The leader was impressed. He released the children back to the care takers, and swore not to harm them if..and only if she worked for him much like her sister did. She hesitated, but for the safety of the children she agreed to his demands.
She was forced to make things for him, things that made it easier for him to take over. Of course, many of the things she made tended to backfire, so every night she was locked in a room & forced to practice with multiple things until she began to find her specialty. It took awhile, she was forced to rely on them to help her learn more She had only touched the surface when things went from bad to worse. China was never a fan of caps, and if they weren't killed they were to be taken for the Yàngbǎn. Her presence was discovered a full 4 years after when the capes were sent after them.
The gang she worked for was wiped out within moments, but she was allowed to live if & only if she worked for them. Her sister was lucky enough to escape. Slipping into the night away from them before she too as killed for being part of the gang. Zhihao was always annoyed with this, for she never got her revenge upon her. She had to let her go, for there was something even worse now. She agreed, for the children once again though she might have preferred death. She did bargain however, asking them to secure a great place for the orphans. It took forever, but she seemingly got an agreement. Zhihao was brought in & instantly forced to undertake their brutal programs. The punishments, the hours, the lack of freedom all hurt her but she put up with it knowing if she tried to defect she would be killed & the orphans...who knew...
For years she was forced into this. Training during the day, training at night until she managed to find the exact thing she was good at, until she perfected it. Her failures were met with swift & severe punishment. She was learning more than she had ever thought possible. The Yàngbǎn for all their horrid nature still had resources & drive and she was benefiting. She did not argue, she did not fight out of fear. She was broken down from the pain, but it was all for the orphans she even acted. She sometimes even went with them to take Capes for the fold, her creations were amazing, better than anything they thought her possible of once she hit her stride. She was amazed with herself too...but to see them use it? It hurt her.
There were occasions where she fought back of course, but there was not a lot of resistance to be had, not at first anyhow. A year ago she learned of a terrible truth. She learned about the failures of the Yàngbǎn to do as she asked, to protect those she cared for the most. They made the mistake of letting her accompany them on a mission to her old village, as though they had forgotten where she came from. It was a routine cape clean, but what she found when she got there is that it was in the grips of a warlord long ago. She learned of the exact fate of her loved ones from a familiar face. Her sister, hiding out in this little place, living with what remained of their family.
The Yàngbǎn had been lying Zhihao to her, the one pleasure she got in their care being letters from the orphans, all lies. The orphans & caretakers had either been killed or sold off. She was furious. She was no longer going to simply take it anymore...so she devised an escape. She had her sister help her, to make up for all of the things she had caused. She needed an escape, someplace new....someplace where she could start over. She managed to stall for months until her sister figured out a way to help her escape, though she knew it was going to be tough. She could not care, she wanted out.
It wasn't long ago when it finally happened, a simple false flag to get them where she needed to be before she revealed her intentions to leave. Those she was with planned to stop her but she revealed her bluff, that she had created an unstable device which she attached to her veins. It wasn't clockwork or steam, it was a regular device. She told them that with every beat of her heart there was a chance it might explode, but the faster her heart was to beat...the bigger the chance. It stopped them in their tracks. This allowed an ambush her sister set up to go, managing to knockout the capes she was with thanks to the help of others. She activated one more part of her plans, a kill-switch she installed on all of her inventions. This Kill-switch allowed her to force Minor to catastrophic failures even on technology she made perfectly. A good number were hurt in the process, but it was generally to act as nothing but a smoke-screen for her. Everything she ever made broke apart or suffered failure. The confusion made much easier for her to escape.
She said goodbye to her sister & her family telling them that one day she would rescue them. That she would rescue the kids who were still alive, but she had to start over. So she made her way to New New York to hopefully find a start, using the last of the contacts her sister set up for her.
[Now]
Zhihao has begun attempting to change her life, make up for all of her failures. She knows it might not be easy, even in this new place but she has given her word & intends to keep it. She just....has to figure out where to star. She's starting all over again, hopefully this time its worth it. Her time in the Yàngbǎn heavily changed her, but regardless she knows what she was must. She just...has to figure out how she'll do it. Perhaps she'll even live to see it through, but first she does have to adjust quite a bit to this new life.
» TRIGGER EVENT
She could only yell as she pushed everything from her desks, began to break everything in sight. Vases smashed in pieces, her laptop top in half, folders & various papers thrown upon the floor, and various trinkets & toys left in a state of absolute ruination. She slammed her hand into the old wooden desk over & over again until she could no longer take the pain in her hand. She could practically feel her knuckles breaking from the abuse, the blood being quite obvious. The room had been beautiful before today, but now? It was in the same state as Zhihao's mind. Left in nothing but disarray, devoid of its unity. The room was a violent mess, the noise bringing her husband running to her. He stared at his wife as she collapsed into her chain, clutching at her own head frustration. He moved to her so quickly moving her hands, wrapping her in his arms to calm her down. When it seemed as though she had finally managed to settle he let her go.
Zhihao looked her husband in the eye, the look in his face telling Zhihao everything. There was not a word exchanged between them in that moment, but it was louder than anything. She was biting her lips so hard that they began to bleed, eventually her eyes would fall downward before her would gently place a hand on her chin, shaking his own head as if to tell her to try & keeps her high. How could she? She all the things she was capable of there was no thought that came to her head on how they might fix it. Zhihao was a smart woman right? For all the things she could do no matter what she tried here she failed. This problem had been plaguing them for years. Zhihao swore she would fix it, Zhihao promised she would figure it out. However it was all a lie, all a fabrication because no matter how smart Zhihao thought herself to be she could not fix the world, she could not change fate, she could not just....she couldn't fix this situation. She shouldered the burden of her entire family, her friends, the children she cared for the most. They all looked to her, but as they sat in silence she knew it to be true, she had failed all of them. Tears filled her eyes though she tried to hold them back. She cursed herself, she cursed everything. This was all her fault.
Zhihao was a woman who tried to do everything. She normally had no trouble with it, if someone was hurt she knew how to get them the care they needed. If someone was sick she knew the remedy. If something was broken she was the first to fix it. If anything needed a solution then Zhihao was the one person everyone came to. It was why she made the home. She wanted to give a proper chance to those who never had one, kids without family. It was a happy home for them. She sacrificed everything to make sure the little ones had a chance at life. She even took in children from other regions if it meant that perhaps they could smile. She even helped others at the home, giving the homeless a home, a job, a chance to succeed. She was trying to make China a happier place, make the world a happier place. There was nothing she would not do to help them. Their smiles were the most important to her. However, her own family proved to be an obstacle & Zhihao was the only person they could turn to. Her heart kept her from saying no, from turning away her only family & friends. She took every burden onto herself. Zhihao swore never to give up on anyone, her free heart & mind was open to anyone. She had the mind to help anyone no matter what, but it was was all for nothing right? She as not supposed to succeed she was always meant to fall.
Zhihao's whole body shook each time the clock would tick. She let her purple eyes wandered the room. More than her husbands face, more than that was the face of the kids. As every second began to blend together she continued to try & think of something. Her mind was racing so violently to find a solution. She cared nothing about saving herself, she just...she had to save them above all thing, but she had no time. She had all these days, all these months, all these years to help them but her mind never clicked. She could do nothing but curl a bit, digging her nails into her skin and dragging them along. Her husband took hold again to prevent her from hurting herself. The kids moved over too placing their hands upon her as if to try & ease her mind. They didn't get it, they were too young to understand just how much of a failure she was, just how much her inability would hurt them. She wished she could go back in time, fix it, try again..she wanted to try again but this was it. This was where it would all end. She couldn't do it anymore. Finally the silence was broken as the doors opened & the men stepped in. Zhihao's eyes widened, she was still shaking. They knew however, she did not have what they wanted. It was no more than a single sigh before one man motioned with his head, more men entered the room. Time had run out now. Chaos erupted as the kids were grabbed & taken away. A violent wave of noise hit her as kids began to cry. Other caretakers being dragged way to other areas of what was once a happy home. She reached for little hands, but there was nothing she could do to keep them in grips, especially as she felt a powerful hand slam so hardly into the side of her head.
("We told you this was your last chance. She told us you wouldn't be able to do it, but we gave you the chance. You do good work, but we take what is owed." ) the man told her, standing above her a bat in hand. Zhihao was much too devastated to give any words in return as the screams filled the room. She was simply yanked up to her feet & dragged off to the front of the mansion where she was the first to be forced on her knees. She offered struggle but another hard hit silenced that very quick. The kids were lined up, held in place though others tried to escape. The only solace Zhihao knew is that they would not kill the children, but for their future fates if they were not able to escape? Perhaps it might have been better if they did. They continued to keep the children in place as the caretakers were lined up. They were all afraid, but many of them were trying to keep the others safe && calm people down. Zhihao to calm the children. Zhihao herself could not bear to let her eyes meet anyone. The guilt of her inability to present this was heavy. Even now she could find no solution to the problem, she was a blank slate. Why? Why had her mind failed her so heavily all this time? Why did others have to suffer for her mistakes? She was biting her lip, letting the blood flow more. Her heart was pounding, threatening to rip itself from her chest.
All was silent again...
Moment later smoke filled the air as someplace else her beloved refuge was set ablaze. Her eyes widened but no cry came from her. The man came out, still holding his bat. He shook his head ("Its such a shame is it not? China was really lucky to have such a place." ) he mocked her. He looked around at all the caretakers. If was clear what his intentions were, it is clear what he was planning...or at least she thought. He turned away from them beckoning someone to bring something. All was still quiet as the fire grew by the moment before a woman stepped in. Zhihao heart dropped s the face she came to recognize was that of her sisters. Their eyes only met for a moment before her sister hid her eyes away from her. Zhihao felt nothing but fury & hurt, but it wasn't the end of it not by a long shot. They still had to make an example....but it appeared as though her sister was the one who was going to do it.
Her husband was chosen. Pulled to his feet he was moved to the center where all eyes were on him. He gave no look of fear, just telling Zhihao to tell the kids & the others that they would be alright. The man raised the bat, swinging in a wide, hard arc but it was not for her. The sound of a very harsh bang drew her eyes to her husband as he hit the floor. She looked up, beginning them please not to do it, breaking her own silence, but the words of a failure would sway no one. She was forced to watch as her inability to get what they asked delivered its consequences. The last words her husband ever spoke to her ("I̵͔͍̰͖̝̻͙̗̤͇̎͗̓̍̽̋́̐t̷̨̛̯̠̹̽̓̅́̊̕͝͝'̶̞̼̦̱̹͍̤̘̞̈́̆̈́̒͊͌͗̊͐s̵̬̪̹̹̣͇̗̼͍̊͐͑̽̎͑̏̚̚͜ ̸̧̨̛̛̯͔̦͖͈͉̳͂͋̎͒̒̑̉̓̋͜n̴͖͌̐̎̑̈́͑̚ó̸͕̒̋̆͝ͅţ̴͖͍͉͉̳̻̠̿̈́͆̃͑͂̒̄͊͋ͅ ̸̙͔̟̘̬̱̤̞̏̀y̵̹̱̓̇o̷̺̖̎͊̍̿̐̉͝͝ũ̵̧̯̻̮͇̜͙̙͓͔̿́ͅr̶͓̩̻̥̳͑͋͠ ̵̢͉̄́͂͊f̷̨̦͙̖̥̎̀͜a̷̺̮͔̰͌̔̾̀̕u̴̗̲̠̱̫̫͔͒̒l̸͖̫̙͌̐̔̇̕ţ̵̡̝̮̘̱̘̩͕̈́.̶̫͎̼͌̾̃̓̈͝͝."......."Its ALL your fault!" ) as the bat was given to
to her sister. Time slowed then, but well....the consequences were quite obvious. Once they were done they began to leave after giving everyone else a bit of a beating. Zhihao took it, dealt with the pain. No more joy for them out of this event, they had managed to crush her. What was a little physical pain compared to the despair. She'd taken a million punches if it perhaps meant that she could have a chance to fix it all. They grew bored & tired, but the guy had one last little game to play with her. One last little rest, as if to mock her for her inability to fix anything. Setting up a lap top, he placed a timer upon it. She was unsure of its purpose at first, but through the screaming in her head she knew t was the last chance she was being given to save the children. One final chance to fix it. ("One last chance Shu. I'm a fair man. You do this & I will return these kids to you. If not, you will never get them back. They'll spend the rest of their lives wishing we had killed them instead. They'll blame you for it. I've had faith in you this entire time, be a shame for such a noble woman to be the fault for all of these poor kids being sold off." ) You But she didn't think she could. It had so little time for her to figure out what they wanted... The man let out a sigh & stood up before he began to move away with the others "Goodbye Shu." he moved away speaking to her in a language no one used much anymore She hated how calm her way, because he mind was screaming. It was not screaming an answer, but pain, anguish, sorrow....it was screaming at her. It all came down to this....
10:00.....
A few of the kids were left, but Zhihao was broken-hearted at this point. Everyone worked to recover but she just laid there, staring at the sky. If only she had found a solution. She had years & nothing. She was a failure of the highest order, nothing could ever make up for it....she looked at the digital counter, her eyes narrowed as she stared at it. She made no move, for she wasn't sure if there was any chance of her figuring it out. A code? A riddle? Even something as simple as a call...what made them think she had anything in her? There was a white box on the screen. She was supposed to type into it. But she couldn't touch the keys.
8:12....
As she sat there closing her eyes, working through any pain her body felt she simply let everything drift away. Perhaps everything would be better if she has just tried harder. Perhaps life would be better if she said not. Perhaps all these people would not have been hurt if she wasn't her. Not Zhihao. Anyone but Zhihao.... Every attempt to shut her eyes was met with the loud beeping of the counter. She let out a growl, she saw no reason to try. She could do nothing. Right? She was just a useless useless person. She deserved punishment for it. She needed to be punished & this was it.
6:30....
She let out a small groan as she looked about. Fire was raging, people were screaming, taking people who they could. Some people were even speaking to her. She could only weakly move a hand to move the blood from her mouth. She looked up & closed her eyes. No thoughts, only a void left in that moment. So many options to take & she could touch none of them, perhaps she wasn't made for this.
3:00....
Zhihao turned onto her back, covering her eyes. The sun was long gone, no shines for her. What could she do but beg. Yell at herself. Curse at her own nature. Every moment counted, but those moments were going to be wasted on her. Those moments were going to be spent within her own despair. One last chance. One lost moment. If she lived she would regret it for the rest of her life. It was what fate had in store for her. What a wonderful boon it would be to just go to sleep. Never wake up. Anything. If there was anything she might have grasped for it. If only.
Good to go. Interesting background choice. Might have given me a future arc idea
Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 1:37 am
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Kyung Park xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx T H I N K E R
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x No Jam! » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Command » AGEx/ x 17 » GENDERx/ x Fe Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Lesbeens? » BIRTHDAYx/ x 12/12 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x US, Chicago » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New Brockton
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 5'3 » WEIGHTx/ x 95lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Black » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Sm0l » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Dragon tattoo from her upper chest down to her hip, snaked from top to bottom.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Every bit of her wardrobe seems to have come from somewhere expensive and have the look to them. She stays on top of trends, much at the detriment to her rich mother's wallet, and she definitely has an eye for accessorizing. That said, she also quite enjoys being comfortable. It creates an interesting contrast when she wears a pair of 90 dollar sweat pants and a 200 dollar silk tank top. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Her costume is a gray body suit, skintight, with the letter C in yellow on the center. She has a circle, black, around that symbol, but other than black boots and gloves her costume is fairly simple.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITIONx/ x Lawful/Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Thinker 10 » POWERS
Glancing Information Picker Uper and Deal Maker Supreme
Your power is able to discern lies from truth or at least believed truth, and can warn you if someone plans to break a deal or social contract they've made with you. In addition to this you are able to know certain things about a person if you can see them (their likes, loves, dislikes, and animosities as put on their profile, as well as basic inclinations about their personality).
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
The girl is just plain weird. Since her trigger event, she has lost that "annoying rich girl" flair... for the most part anyway. She took up interests in things that, prior, held little to no weight for her and as such her mind opened to a state more conducive to friendship and independence alike.
She is talkative to a fault, able to prattle on and on and on about a subject, what she does and doesnt know, what interests her about it and why. This also feeds into a false inability to focus, or the lie that she actually can't keep a secret. The girl is very good at controlling herself, since the time of her trigger event she was very out of control of the situation in her mind. She measures every word, even when she's word vomitting. She just likes attention, to be frank about it. And she is very good about getting it.
She's very big into meeting new people and forging friendships, even in places you wouldn't expect a rich white girl to do so. Even in situations youd think a ward wouldn't ever venture out to. On that, however, she is extremely wary of men overall. It's sub conscious, but she tends to shy away from them, or take longer to open up to them even if only marginally. Her shard gave her her powers largely due to the betrayal and attack at the hands of a man, and her brain mapped itself to that as well, making her wary of men on the whole. Thankfully, she is not sexist against men on a large scale. Simply put, she's afraid of them. She's always down for intimacy, but she's slow to be intimate with men.
On the note of intimacy... she's a free spirit and extremely open minded.
↳ learning, making friends, helping people, hip hop, alt rock, video games, writing music, traveling, drawing
» DISLIKES
↳ The dark, sour and bitter flavors, dogs, boring movies, bad book to movie adaptions, people excusing their abusers, has an unfortunate distrust for men that comes off as a dislike at times, screamo, crime dramas, cliches of most kinds in story telling,
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ cocky people, gangbangers, drugs, drug dealers, people who abuse others, people who take advantage of others, liars
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Wards » POSITIONx / x Interrogator, Information Broker. Also a Student.
Full Time/Partime
» RESIDENCEx / x Ward Housing Unit
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Accomplished interrogator - Top level practical joker
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Cell Phone █ »x Various expensive accessories █ »x Nintendo 2DS █ »x Necklase with a rose quartz surrounded by metal wiring.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Her trigger event really proved to turn around the life of Kyung Jai-min "No Jam" Park. Prior, she was a little snooty, uppity, self centered rich girl with no regard for her actions and the thoughtline that the whole world did and should revolve around her cause she was her mother's little princess. She was smart, probably too much for her own good, and learned how to get into trouble without getting into trouble, fi that makes sense, and pretty much attached herself to a life she really didn't want to be a part of. She learned in a harsh way exactly how badly she didn't want it. After her trigger event, resulting in a mild concussion, a black eye, a small fracture in her cheek bone, and super powers, she tempered herself and came clean to a supportive but also remorseful mother. Their bond grew, and she agreed to finish her advanced classes in school that year, and enlist in the wards that summer. Her stint with the words has been short, but eventful. Everyone now knows who she is, and her eccentricity is rubbing off on everyone, as is her attitude towards... well everything. Call it what it is, though, and she abuses her ability to see personality traits in people to get on their goodsides, just like she views into their lies. In her spare time from all of this, she likes to write, specifically music.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Kyung woke up fifteen minutes early that Saturday that she described as the worst day of her life. That day she had been so giddy with excitement that before she was even awake her body had already jumpstarted. 8:45. That was the time when her eyes stalked open and she popped out of her bed like a spring pops free of a broken mattress. She was in the bathroom within minutes, dealing with the duties of the morning. She was mid shower when the alarm went off, and the beeping served to annoy the living hell out of her to the point where she walked out of the bathroom, naked, to turn it off, then back into the shower. Her mother was gone, as was normal, for work and that left the girl alone in the house for the large portion of the day. Didn't bother her that she was alone on her birthday, not to start it anyway. She was practically giddy to get on with what was supposed to be the best day of her life. Sixteen was an important year, after all. She made her way down the stairs of her more than modest abode, finding her favorite breakfast was waiting. Three breakfast burritos, homemade by their maid who had heard her come to life in such an animated way earlier on. She'd be somewhere else by now, on to doing her job of... maiding? Whatever. Kyung set to the task of devouring the meal set out in front of her.
While the day had begun well, things were going to turn very quickly. Kyung couldn't have known how long she had before the slippery slope upended itself. She was dressed within the next ten minutes, waiting outside of her home in the nicer parts of New Brockton, sitting on a white bench, offset by the perfectly cut green grass of her front lawn. She chewed a piece of gum, blowing bubbles to pass the time, twirling a finger in her middle length dark hair. Her grey eyes were protected from the harsh sun by dark sunglasses, gaudy and large, such was her style. Lavish. Her clothing was simple, black and white stripped romper, accessorized by a pink handbag and pink heels. Lithe legs waived in the wind, demeanor almost apathetic until a red car, some nice sedan she no longer remembered. In hindsight... that wasn't something that mattered. What did was the vision of the man that hopped out of his car, practically running across the lawn to where Kyung was now standing with her arms outstretched, her head dramatically hanging back. The larger, muscular man lifted her with ease, spinning her around and planting a kiss on her lips. "Happy birthday, No Jam," he said, teasing her with the Korean jab for a person who isn't fun while also bringing up her middle name, almost exactly the word for fun in Korean. She could only smile at that. "Thank you, Mark," she replied placing a kiss on his lips. Seeing the world through hindsight again, she wished she hadn't ignored how he seemed not to really be into the idea of kissing her. She shook off his apparent disinterest as mroe teasing, mostly because he held a smile on the chiseled features of his face, and all but carried her back to his car. The time was now noon, and the pair were bound for downtown where they could sit, have lunch, and just enjoy city life. "Where to, my lady?" he asked her as they turned into the busy city. She tapped her chin for a moment before deciding.
"I want a burger," she told him. He nodded, knowing just the place. It was minutes before they pulled into the parking lot of a diner where the pair had frequently been to eat when she snuck out before. The wonderful thing about having an older boyfriend was that he could drive her places. He had been 18 for a few months, and that meant he could get her stuff she hadn't had access to before. Not that it had stopped him when he was seventeen... she had a regular supply of cigarettes whenever she wanted them, access to alcohol, some less hardcore drugs, and had even once held a gun. Mark was from the less well to do areas, but they had met in school and hit it off, mostly cause the rich entitled Asian wanted desperately to have a taste of t.v. life and her parents were far too sheltering. That would prove to be her undoing, she knew, but it didnt matter in the now. He opened her door for her, and she thanked him. Once inside, the owner knew what to bring, and the two sat in a booth not far from the door. She hadn't been paying too much mind to his demeanor, lately he'd just seemed a bit more rough in general. The conversation was, as you could expect from teenagers, mindless and drab. Still for her, this was all she wanted on her bday. Hanging out with her boyfriend on her birthday. She reached across to hold his hand, and he took hers, smiling a little before looking at his phone. The food arrived, and he seemed all too eager to let her hand go when he had something else to hold.
"So what else do you have planned for me?" she asked, giddy, as she drank from the shake he had bought for her in addition to the burger she'd already mostly demolished in about 8 minutes flat. He smirked and reached into his pocket, sliding something across the table slowly. A pink pill, with an XO on it in a small ziplock bag. He smiled as her eyes went wide. This was a rare find indeed. "where did you get this?" she asked putting a hand over it. He smiled and waggled a finger at her. "No no no, don't ask dont tell, remember?" She narrowed her eyes. Gang business. Stuff he didn't talk to her about. Still, she slid it into her pocket and he seemed to be distracted again, this time by his phone ringing. She made a shooing motion with her hand, sending him off to answer it while she played with her own, sending messages to some of her other, older friends. She was alerting them she'd be around later, much to her chagrin they all called her No Jam as they promised to see her later. One girl didn't respond, and "No Jam" indeed found that odd. Whatever. Most of them knew her through Mark, so she figured a few of them just thought she was the annoying girlfriend. Only one time had someone ventured as far as to call her an Asian Baby Girl, and Mark had hit him hard enough that he didn't say much for a few weeks with his jaw wired shut.
She saw Mark talking with his smile plastered on his lips through the window, and when he saw her looking, he seemed to finish up and motion for her to come on out. She said her thanks to the chef and server, and left a nice tip for them. "Whats up, butter cup?" she asked him, bouncing to his side. He shook his head. "Gotta run a few errands, mind tagging along?" She shook her head. Her party at the club wasn't until later on that night anyway, so she didn't care. Her phone beeped. That girl that had noticeably not responded to her text finally replied. Good!
He looked at her expectantly, which made her c**k her head to the side. "What?"
"Did you take it?" he asked. She shook her head. "Dont you think 1:00pm is a little early for a trip?" He shook his head.
"This stuff is strong, actually. I think you'll be surprised," he said as she reached into her pocket. He took the pill from her, looking around to ensure they weren't being watched as she stuck out her tongue in a somewhat dramatic and drawn out motion. He placed the pill dead center, and she swallowed it with a bit of water from a bottle he'd produced.
It didn't take long before the world's saturation and contrast settings were turned way up and the wind hitting her face felt both incredible and enigmatic at the same time. "Mark what was that," she asked a little slower than she had intended. He simply smiled and let her ride it out.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she finally came down. It had gotten dark, and she was in the parking lot of the club. Time for things to get hazy. She wasn't fully down, but she was capable of walking even though the lights were blindingly bright and the music, even from outside, was intense. Mark was nowhere to be seen, but he had at least left her a bottle of water. She took a sip, only to find she was not drinking water. It was alcohol... of course it was alcohol. Not that she minded, but even still why had he filled a water bottle with alcohol? the bouncers here never bothered him about bringing in whole bottles before... and she knew they would be able to identify her as his girlfriend. She slowly made her way to the club, still experiencing the world in higher than comfortable definition. The bouncer could see something was up, but it wasn't the first time shed been ******** up before she even got there. They let her through, much to the chagrin of the people waiting outside. Navigating the club was proving especially difficult, especially because of how difficult it was for her brain to be processing everything. Another swig of liquor... damn it was already empty. She meandered across the dance floor, taking five minutes to cross it when it should've only taken five seconds. She pushed through the crowed, eventually reaching the clsoed off vip section where the local small timers gathered in their one safe area. Sure enough everyone was surprised to see her up.
"No Jam... Mark said you'd be out..." one of them trailed off, garnering a look of suspicion from the girl, who slurred together her words.
"Whereiz Mark! He... lefmein the car!" Nobody moved, but she noted one of the men had glanced towards the door to the backroom. She started for it, but as usual, one of the gangbangers blocked her path. "Absolutely not," he told her. She looked at him with determination in her eyes and tried to fight past him. Somehow, between the alcohol and that pill she took, the girl managed to fight past... or fall past... and into the room she stumbled. What she saw shocked her. A voice yelped, limbs tangled, pants scrambled across the floor, or around ankles. "Mark you said she'd be out!" he turned, red in the face, scrambling to make himself decent. Tears welled up, and Kyung felt herself become consumed with rage, sadness, maybe a little chagrin, maybe a little jealousy too. She stormed out... well as much as she could anyway. Mark and the others were hollering something, but she didn't hear them. She moved across the dancefloor much faster this time, probably just drunk now, her high finally wearing itself down as she tore out of the building and into the parking lot.
She was a few blocks away when the red car she'd arrived in cut her off from crossing a street, and she glared at him. She turned as he jumped out and tried to walk away, but he was faster. He pinned her against the wall. "Chill the ******** out, Kyung! Wait a second," he said looking around frantically. She fought against him, groaning and yelling in rage. "Looke you need to calm down, youre drunk and high. I don't know what you thought you saw, but it wasn't whatever it looked like."
"You were ******** Camille!" she yelled. Again, he shushed her in an impatient tone but she kept going. "You doped me up on my birthday so you could ******** her? How long have you been cheating on me mark?" He was starting to get angry.
"I said chill out!" he said again. "I wasn't-"
"LIAR!" she yelled punching him square in the nose. He grunted, though she hadn't done much, and in retalliation he threw her on the floor. She landed with a thud.
"You stupid little slut," he growled. He fell over her, pinning her arms and looking at her face with rage. "I do what the ******** I want, first of all, and second of all you better remember the only reason you even have a life around here is because of me. SO what I get some here and there, its not like you put out for me," he said. So she was a slut and prude? He wasn't even making sense. Neither was she, because all she thought to do was spit up into his face. He laughed to himself as he wiped it ******** you, Marcus!" she squealed. He reared back his fist and drove it into her head so hard she saw stars. The next hit made her hearing go dull, and the next one after that made her face feel like her cheek was completely numb before the sharp pain started up. Just two hits and she looked like she'd been a lot more. Mark was a strong guy. He stood up, brushing himself off as his friends caught up. Her sobs were filled with both misery and anger. He got in the car, yelling at them to just leave her behind.
"She can find her own ******** way home. I was getting tired of bringing her around anyway." The rest of his little crew seemed to know better than to go against what he said, and so what of them could got in the car and on their way back to the bar. What they didn't realize was the sudden stress and anguish on someone who had never known anything like it before had caused her to have a trigger event. She, too, was completely none the wiser until someone found and called a hospital for the girl, and she was rushed to the hospital.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Radha » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Mr. Sandman » AGEx/ x Twenty-three » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x Twenty-first of September » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x India, Jaisalmer » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New Brockton
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 6'2" » WEIGHTx/ x 176 lbs. » EYE COLORx/ x Golden » HAIR COLORx/ x Slight golden, almost white » BUILDx/ x words Fit/Athletic » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x His long golden white hair and eyes as golden as the desert he came from. Tattoos all over his arms.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x [X] Most of the time he is seen using plain shirts and dark jeans or just sweatpants, whatever makes him feel comfortable for the occasion. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x [X] Silver guards accompanied by a half cape which is red on the inside and black on the outside, with red ribbons that keep it in place. Black and white chest piece with golden details. A black waist guard, red linen made into a fine braid used as a belt. A black and white trousers (similar to a hakama) with red details.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
You are able to throw roughly baseball sized balls of energy that after striking something rapidly expand after a 3 second duration into a concussive blast with a diameter of 15 ft. The blast is strong enough to cause bruising, fractured bones, and otherwise harm those who are unprotected with blunt force trauma.
Sand Shield
When shifting into your breaker state you are able to convert inorganic matter you touch into sand which is then incorporated into a fully body shield that protects you from minor harm (punches, kicks, small falls etc...) and will help with the impact of things like strikes with blunt weapons or greater impacts. You can breath through the sand but is has no special filtering properties when it comes to gasses.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
1.xKind ⇣ x2.xCalm ⇣ x3.xCharismatic ⇣ x4.xWarm ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Solomon will most likely be one of the kindest person you'll ever meet. Always smiling despite what might be going on the inside, always looking to make those around him happy. A charismatic person towards anyone, always looking to be as fair as he can be, always looking to share what he has and willing to talk and help those in need. Even after his trigger, these characteristics became even more apparent, witnessing the death of his brothers in arm only made him see the world as a more colorful place and he knows that those he keep around should never go through the sadness he had to endure. Solomon will always try to fix the broken people since he knew how they felt.
» LIKES
↳ Helping, the sun, sand, beach, sea.
» PASSIONS
↳ Animals, the sea breeze, smiles.
» DISLIKES
↳ Rudeness, loud people, cold, people crying.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Sadness, destruction, innocent people being hurt.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Wardens » POSITIONx / x Member
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x ...
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- A known model. - Several adverts. - - - -
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Smartphone █ »x Wallet █ »x Headphones █ »x
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Solomon lived quite a normal life for one who was born in 'The Golden city' of India, grew up playing with the other kids outside, making friends and always smiling. Time went on with a happy life. Solomon always wished to make everything fair and just, quickly enrolling in in a peace keeping group where they would go around helping those in need, from serving food to stopping thieves. As the threat of capes grew so did the number of crimes committed by those with powers, the group was small task force that only worked in this particular city but they knew they had to do something to keep the peace up. Most of the crimes committed by people with powers was quickly fixed with simple conversation since they were misguided people most of the time but there was one cape who had killed all those that had come into combat with. Solomon's group was hastily dispatched to deal with that cape, walking into what had seemed to be a trap. That was known to be Solomon's "trigger event". After what occurred in the desert that night Solomon knew he had to escape the city, some saw him as a hero for being a lone survivor and others saw him as a monster now. The few that saw him as a hero were nice enough to hand him things from the cities treasure as payment, garments that would come to be his costume in the future. Solomon quickly embarked on a journey to the land of the free, America.
On arrival Solomon had to use all his savings finding places to stay, quickly running out of money. One fateful day he was able to land a modelling job due to his exotic looks, quickly growing in that area because of his charisma. Now with a job he set his eyes on joining the Wardens to make sure he could help even more people and make sure no one would have to go through the same thing he had to go through.
» TRIGGER EVENT
The Thar Desert, India. The sounds of a truck could be heard in the distance, music playing in the radio, five males inside the Jeep, sitting quietly and observing the quiet sandy waves. The sun had gone down for a couple of hours now, a full moon giving the place blueish hue to everything, peaceful and beautiful, the vastness of the desert could humble most if not all that looked upon it, green dots here and showing that there was life in such a place, giving hope in the most arid of places. The buzz of the radio would interrupt the silent bubble that enveloped the squad. "We have info of a cape north of you, do you copy?" The driver would quickly pick up the responder to give a fast and decisive answer. "We copy." Putting down the radio he would look towards his men with a nod. They had been searching for this particular cape for a while now, he had gone into hiding in the desert of all places. The group knew very little of the violent cape at this point since none who confronted him had come back alive only large splatters were left as trails to him. The leader would quickly turn the wheel to the right and start making his way towards the destination. Giving a small nod towards all the ones that were going to follow him into the unknown. The group was still silent, there was nothing to talk about, they knew each other like the backs of their hand, brothers in peace and war, it was one of the perks of being in a small squad, knowing each other and how they worked, the comradery had come with time and many battles fought side by side, all brothers from a different mother at this point.
The sounds of the engine being the only thing that could be heard in the vast beautiful emptiness of the desert once again, the man didn't need to communicate tight now, they had their own ways of preparing themselves mentally, two of them would start praying to their gods, another one would put on headphones and hype himself up with music, the leader preferred the silence of the night, it brought him peace and peace meant he had a calm mind to make the right choices when the time came. And that time approached them with incredible power and speed. An explosion right in front of them, the leader turning the wheel with maximum force, the jeep quickly obeying the the movement but to no avail, the car was flipping from the sudden turn, the explosion also giving it momentum. It was like the world had gone into slow motion, glass shattering, sand entering through the windows, a chain of a cross hanging upside down from the neck of one of the soldiers, their eyes filled with surprise and fear. Everything coming to a halt as the top of the car hit the ground one last time, explosions could still be heard around them but everything was slowly fading to black one blink at a time.
The smell of gasoline and hot metal, the sound of a spinning tire breaking the silence, the explosions had ceased, was their enemy gone? Was he playing with his prey? At this point they were sitting ducks inside a metal box. Quickly unbuckling his seat belt and falling to on his face. Kicking the door open and crawling out into the cool sand, it was somewhat of a blessing, the cold sand on his hands. scavenging the front of the vehicle for his weapon and then heading to the back to check on his men, sadly finding that one of his men had not being wearing a seat belt, the body had been thrown around while the vehicle flipped, chances of survival was very slim, sadly he might have lost a brother. Reaching for the closest and unbuckling his seat belt and dragging the body into what seemed like a safe place behind the flipped vehicle. Once again quickly scouting the area to check to see if he could identify where the threat was, but nothing. Reaching to the second person and also unbuckling the belt and carrying the second soldier to the same place as the other one. The blue hue that the moon was emitting upon the sand was still giving a peaceful vibe but this situation had been far from peaceful, a patrol turned to hell. Checking to see if his team mated were breathing in which they were. Going back inside the vehicle to check on the third one but to no avail. The was no pulse. This was like a punch to his gut, it was like losing a brother, a sense of emptiness swelling inside. But he couldn't give up, stepping outside he knew that he had to get his two other men back to their homes. It was his responsibility after all.
As he stepped out of the vehicle he could he could hear something ripping through the air and then a loud 'BOOM' close to him, as sand and flames rose up from the ground near him. Body being pushed back inside the vehicle. Hazy was his vision, hearing three more explosions go off outside the vehicle. So the cape was just playing with his prey at this point. Stumbling out of the vehicle like a zombie. Not to his the other two men been blown up. Loss, anger, sadness... Many feelings were starting to overwhelm him. But why was it that this monster has stopped attacking. Falling to his knees were his fallen comrades had been and looking at the horizon to notice that the blue hue had changed into brown. A sand storm was approaching fast, could this have been the reason why the cape had left? Was this a sign from a God? All of this the male did not know all he needed now was to survive and never let this happen again. Entering the flipped vehicle to use it as shelter. He had still been dizzy from the hit he had taken earlier as he sat down his eyes quickly also closed. As time went by the sand filled the car, this was either be his coffin or his salvation. As morning came and the sun went up. He would wake from a deathly slumber to dig himself out of the sand coffin. As the air filled his lungs once again, his fabulous flowing hair was struck by a warm breeze, his eyes adjusting and witnessing the golden hue of the desert like it was the first time. It was like a new beginning and he was gonna make sure to not waste it.
> @NOJAMNOJAMNOJAM: As it currently stands I see no issues. Unless I missed something, you are APPROVED.
> @izeromas: Mind putting something in the current location other than some dots? *sweatdrop* If you're just unsure where you want them to start I can understand that. Being a well known model and all, at least their civilian persona would have a current location.
