XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ V e r o n i c a W a y n e xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx Stranger / Thinker
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Vee » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Tixij » AGEx/ x 22 » GENDERx/ x Fee Mail » SEXUALITYx/ x Yes » BIRTHDAYx/ x 5/11 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Farmington, US » CURRENT LOCATION New Brocktonx/x
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'8 » WEIGHTx/ x 170lbs » EYE COLORx/ x brown » HAIR COLORx/ x black » BUILDx/ x Athletic to a T » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Amazing Singing Voice
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Comfortable yet higher end clothing, usually accessorises well to offsett herself. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x She wears a pair of
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
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
↳ likes, here, in, list, with, commas, and stuff
» PASSIONS
↳ what, does, your character, love
» DISLIKES
↳ dislikes, here, in, list, with, commas, and stuff
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ what, does, your, character, hate
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x blahblahblah » POSITIONx / x Position here
Part time? Full Time? Temporary? Seasonal?
» RESIDENCEx / x Where you live bro?
» 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
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█ »x inventory █ »x items █ »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
Here is where you put your history. What happened to your character? How was their childhood? How were they with their parents? Include important events, meeting other characters, and general stuff like that. Please make it at least six sentences.Here is where you put your history. What happened to your character? How was their childhood? How were they with their parents? Include important events, meeting other characters, and general stuff like that. Please make it at least six sentences.Here is where you put your history. What happened to your character? How was their childhood? How were they with their parents? Include important events, meeting other characters, and general stuff like that. Please make it at least six sentences.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Vonne » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Makara » AGEx/ x Twenty » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Closeted Lesbian » BIRTHDAYx/ x 4/11 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x France, Paris » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New York
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'10" » WEIGHTx/ x 130 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Crimson » HAIR COLORx/ x White » BUILDx/ x Petite-Athletic » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Yvonne's entire body is a pale shade of white, having been mutated into a rather lizard-like form after her trigger event. Her feet have been stretched out and taken on a more bestial form. They appear to be more raptor-like in comparison. An elongated tail trails behind her that appears strong enough for her to carry herself upon. Streaks of red appear trailing down her body at times in different locations. Her tongue has grown in size and length which can frequently be seen out of her mouth to perform a variety of uses.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x With her new form not showing anything too vulgar for people to see, Yvonne tends to shy away from clothing to not restrict her form. That and it's pretty hard fitting her bottom half into pants. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x N // A
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
Your body generates an invisible field of energy around yourself that protects you from dangerous ambient temperatures (heat, cold, radiation) but more importantly from attacks. Physical attacks from normal humans will be unable to break the field and conventional small arms fire will hurt but ultimately not get through. Hits from low end capes will also have a hard time getting through your field even if they may knock you around or still hurt. However be wary of attacks from capes that rate higher than 6 and higher caliber bullets. You are also capable of shifting your full body field to your extremities in order to enhance your physical strength. If you do so you can easily toss grown men like a toy or rip parts off of a car. However you will be vulnerable while doing so. Switching to defense is a defensive/supplementary action but switching to offense is an offensive action.
Blink Mover
You are able to teleport 15 ft at a time.
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Yvonne remains a fairly closed off person on account because of her now ferocious looking appearance. Still, the once human cape has taken to her newfound powers quite well. Although she avoids killing when necessary some do find themselves in for quite a thrashing when messing with the monstrous girl. After the trigger event, Yvonne has gained a good amount of courage and fighting ability than she previously had. While self conscious about her new appearance during the beginning, the cape appears to have either found peace or stopped caring of her new form. The latter of which appears true as many comment on the girl's rather child-like actions conflict with her adult appearance.
Yvonne does have a few oddities to her (besides the obvious one). Despite her coordination and agility she's quite prone to breaking things often, much to the dismay of others. Be it a mirror or a gun, there's always a chance the girl will find a way how to make it inoperable. With a few nasty interactions with other people aside, she tends to mimic other people should they show themselves to be noteworthy or of interest to her. Additionally, while some may see it as a rather rude gesture, the woman has been known to flick her tongue at people in greeting.
» LIKES
↳ food (meat preferred), head rubs, her own space
» PASSIONS
↳ swimming, athletic abilities, those good with animals
» DISLIKES
↳ being touched without permission, clothes
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ cold weather, strong scents
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Neutral » POSITIONx / x N/A
N/A
» RESIDENCEx / x Streets of New York
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Triggered in public - Numerous reports of her actions, usually targeting criminals - Petty theft, mostly of food from convenience stores - - -
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x inventory █ »x items █ »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
Previously an aspiring athlete, the frenchborn Yvonne found a love of competing from running with her friends as a child. Ever since, she's competed heavily in her school in a few sports activities at school. This led her into competing in regionals in one of the more important days of her life. However, after interference from a rival and almost freezing to death, Yvonne found her dreams shattered when she awoke to find her body mutated. Her parents, ashamed at their daughter's transformation, attempted to hide their daughter within the confines of their home. For two years, the girl silently obeyed her family's wishes before escaping in order to prevent herself from wasting away in the basement. She snuck aboard a plane to the United States in hopes of finding a better start for her there, and since has found herself at odds with many of the people of the city.
» TRIGGER EVENT
It had been a most favorable day for young Yvonne. Through years of hard work and dedication, here she was at the eve of her big competition. She had been competiting in these swimming contests ever since she could first don her arm floaties as a child, and it had landed her a spot in the regional qualifiers. The victor of this competition would get a guaranteed spot in the national event with the two runner ups being considered should there be an event in which others would be unable to compete. The lovely French-German youth had blossomed into a stunning beauty and found herself with her fair share of suitors. Many of which were men who could sum up their interest in her with one specific three letter word. While Yvonne did find their quest for her quite silly and almost insulting at times, she had a dark secret that only a few close friends would be granted the privilege of hearing. Being in the women's division did have its benefits, especially in the case where a competitor just so happened to find themselves on another team, so to say. It was in this case that Yvonne found herself sneaking down to the hotel kitchen to meet up with one of her competitors staying a few floors down from her after some late night practice. The girl wore her one piece swimsuit to the meeting, not bothering to change. The person who she was meeting with would care less anyway. She was a slender and buxom female, her name being Johanna. She had dark black hair she wore in a ponytail and constantly went against Yvonne in practice. Yet here she was, asking her rival to meet her in secret with a heart drawn onto the note. She made sure to keep her parents uninformed, seeing as how they were quite against their daughter's taste in a romantic partner.
Yvonne gazed around the entrance to the kitchen, holding a flashlight on the note as she observed the place for any signs of life before stepping inside. All was silent before a light came on, causing the girl to let out a yelp. Or almost, as a pair of hands shot to cover the girl's mouth as she registered who was in front of her. Johanna seemed to have the same idea as her, dressed in that swimsuit of hers that gave away that gorgeous figure of hers. "It's about time you showed up, dummkopf." The voice of her rival greeted her as Yvonne pushed them away, greeting the girl in their native tongue. "I'm fine. What did you want, Johanna? I have better things to do than to meet competitors in secret." The dark haired female gave a scowl, taking a step closer to her. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you stare at me and the other girls when you practice." Immediately Yvonne raised an eyebrow. A lot of people called her out of it, which was nothing new, but hearing with from this girl was something that she would not be keen on letting go so easily. "It would be a shame if your parents found out about their daughter messing around with other girls, huh?" She gave a grin that Yvonne almost wanted to slap the bitchyness out of but held herself back. "You think you of all people should talk about this? You would flirt with any guy that happened to come up to you in the pool, Schlampe." The two inched closer to one another as they continued to bicker back and forth, insults being tossed around at alarming speeds in German. After a few minutes or so, Yvonne and Johanna would stare at one another in pure rage. The silence had lasted for quite some time with both girls beginning to fidget. Johanna's face seemed troubled as she finally stomped forward and threw herself on top of Yvonne. The two fell down as she found herself looking up at Johanna before their lips touched, a passionate kiss being forced upon her. She stopped after several seconds before pushing away with a blissful look on her face. One that appeared to hide some amount of anger. "Y-You think you're the only person with that issue! You look at everyone but me! That cute little accent of yours, the way you style your hair...D-Do you think you're better than me, dummkopf?!" Before she could reply, another kiss was laid on her. Yvonne hesitated but eventually gave way to her feelings as she kissed back. The two sat there for some time, lost in the bliss.
The two got back onto the feet, though Yvonne had a feeling it would not be for long. Johanna had a certain lookin her eyes that seemed to display what she had in mind for them. With her back to the freezer, Yvonne smiled at Johanna, giving her the answer she had denied for so long. "I was jealous, Jo. You had the body and endurance every girl wanted. You could go for too many laps to count with no downtime. I almost pass out every night after my rounds." The two both were both close as Johanna moved closer. A mischievous grin was on her face. "Then let's work on your endurance." She said before pulling her away.
Yvonne felt the bitter cold of the freezer being pulled open and then a forced shoving her inside. Her bottom hit the freezing floor as the door was shut. "What the hell are you doing?" She shouted and tried to open the door. It was locked as she found out. Johanna looked pretty confident of herself as she taunted her through the window. "That was pretty easy to pull off. I figured you would at least take an hour to work on." She laughed to herself as Yvonne jiggled the door handle. "You two faced, lying, backstabbing little-" Johanna knocked on the glass to get her attention, pointing to the clock in the kitchen. Of course, Yvonne could only really see part of it from inside the freezer. "You wanted to have more endurance, sweetheart. Now's your chance. With you out of the way, I can go on and win at nationals with nobody to worry about. The first round of security comes in an hour." Johanna waved goodbye as she walked away from the kitchen. The rage in Yvonne slowly turned to fear as she banged on the glass. "Better luck next year!" Jo yelled before the door to the kitchen slammed shut. <********." Yvonne muttered to herself as she began to shiver from the temperature. She was lucky enough to not have swam for quite some time, which meant her clothing was dry. It was not optimal to colder temperatures but it beat being nude. She banged on the door a couple of times out of anger and frustration. "Somebody! Mother! Father! Anybody!" Once it was clear she was on her own until somebody came, the female began to plan what to do. The floor was only going to make her colder. She would need something to rest her feet on that would block out some of it. Moving over towards an unopened box of some strange meat she had no intention of eating currently, Yvonne tore off the top and moved back over by the door and stood on top of the lid. She rubbed her hands and feet together while keeping an eye on that clock.
Time passed slow in the freezer. Yvonne went from hopeful to the depths of despair in only five minutes. The cold was only affecting her worse and she was faced with the fact that this would be how she went. No glory or achievements to end her legacy but with the meddling of a rival, one whom she loved. There were claw marks on the door, frosted over to show where she had furiously tried to force open the door. Every part of her was cold. Frostbite had not yet set in, but from what it felt, it would begin shortly. In a final burst of energy, Yvonne felt a great pain in her head as she buckled to the ground and clutched her head. A sense of urgency gripped her. She needed to escape. She wanted to run back to her hotel room, to tell her parents everything and ask for forgiveness, to strangle Johanna for this crime of hers as well as playing off her crush. "I need to get out." Yvonne stammered, standing up as she began to beat on the glass. "I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out." She continued, feeling as if she was watching her own body work on its own. She repeated this over and over while yelling for help every few bangs. She could feel her arms ache, so she began to kick the door. When her legs hurt, she used her arms again and vice versa.
Yvonne's heart skipped a beat when the door opened to see a confused hotel employee searching for the origin of the noise. She continued as he suddenly sprinted towards the door, trying to open it in a hurry. The freezing woman could only silently watch as the door handle floundered about. She watched it for a moment before collapsing onto her side. She could feel a strange sensation in her body though it was quite numb. Her back felt odd as something hit the back of her leg that was nowhere near a shelf or anything for that matter. She looked at her right hand as it pushed against the door. Her fingers looked bone white. As white as snow. Yvonne suddenly felt her feet for the first time in a while though she could not see them. It was another curious sensation. It felt like they were...moving? Maybe. They definitely felt as if they were not normal. She gave them a kick to try and see how they were doing, managing to kick some area of her back that felt solid. A snicker came from her mouth as her mind felt sluggish. Things didn't seem entirely bad now that her savior was here. Maybe that was just her going crazy, but these sensations filled her with a curiosity that only children could contain. She winced and tried to feel whatever was on her back with her free hand. Maybe some really raw meat was on there. Whatever it was felt squishy. Finally the door handle turned fully and the freezer door was open. The panicked employee appeared in even greater shock as Yvonne smiled up at him. She looked down at a couple of strands of her beautiful white hair...wasn't that supposed to be blonde?...and felt a pair of hands drag her out of the cold and into the room temperature of the kitchen as a series of yells from startled employees began. Yvonne wanted to tell them everything and ask for a blanket but found herself unable to produce a sound other than heavy breathing. Some of the employees looked at her with fear and astonishment rather than fear for a dying girl. She had so many questions about it they could get whatever was on her back off her body. She could feel it weighing her down and touching the floor despite being a good amount of distance from it. Her eyes wandered around as she was rushed into the main area. She thought back on her last conversation with Johanna and began to finally unleash the tears she had held back since being inside of that hellish prison.
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» NICKNAMEx/ None. Like his brother, he takes the same stance. “I have a name, use it or don’t.” x » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Swordsmaster, Kamen Rider, “Green Power Ranger” by a few » AGEx/ x 26 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Demi-sexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x birthday here » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Canada, Edmonton » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, New York
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» HEIGHTx/ x 6’2” » WEIGHTx/ x 200lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Green » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Lean, extremely athletic » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Facial scars from his trigger event, a few other misc scars from over the years
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Usually uniform and neatly fitting clothing that is not too tight or too loose. (see character image to the left) » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x A super sentai type armor style that's primarily green with white highlights and black leggings. The armor is durable and incredibly tough, yet still lightweight and easy to move around in with ease (see attached image in spoiler tag below)
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Power Energy Deflection You have an ability to deflect elemental energy (fire, ice, water, air, and electricity) away from your body using strikes from your arms and legs, or objects. Your control over where the deflected energy goes is non existent and you are still vulnerable to attacks that are rated at a 6 or greater.
Enhanced Reflexes You have an enhanced ability to move your body in reaction to threats that borders on an instinctual sense. In terms of your ability to react to things you can easily react to humans lacking experience in martial arts (when they try to strike you) and projectiles traveling under 250 feet per second originating from more than twenty feet away.
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Auron can be cocky, overconfident and sometimes just cringe worthy to be around. He can be headstrong and arrogant, but he does back it up. His swordsmenship is second to none. His incredible skill draws awe from some people, scoffs from others. Once people get to know him, they find a cheerful natured and good humored individual. He’s a loner and tries to do everything on his own, not trusting people until they really prove they can be trusted. However, he had humility, honor and knew when it was appropriate to work in a team, rather than on his own. Auron has always been quiet, but when people bring up his few passions he just starts talking and sometimes doesn’t stop. Auron is extremely protective of the people he calls his close friends. When they are in danger he does not hesitate for one second, in or out of costume. When he’s in his hero outfit, as Swordsmaster or Kamen Rider, depending on who you ask, he doesn’t hesitate and takes command of situations immediately. He was flashy, over the top, but effective. When he was a solo hero, Kamen Rider, he acted as the “lone wolf” type he’d seen from the shows he loved so much as a kid. But working with a few rare situations where he was in a group he took command and assessed each situation as it came, quickly and tactically. Whenever he ends a conflict or battle he always tries to come up with some kind of witty one-liner just like the shows he loved as a kid.
» LIKES
↳Swords, A good fight, hearty food, orchestral music, heavy metal
» PASSIONS
↳Using his skills to help those who need it most, video games
» DISLIKES
↳ Ranged fighters, people who play “keep away”
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Cowards
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Wardens » POSITIONx / x Full-time member » RESIDENCEx / x Looking for a place, stays at HQ mostly
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
-Well known swordfighter - Fought in underground Parahuman rings
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█ »x One (broken) Ikazuchi Forged Steel Katana (made by his late Grandfather) █ »x One (intact) Ikazuchi forged Wakizashi (made by his father as a parting gift)
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» BACKGROUND
Auron grew up on the farm with his grandparents, parents and siblings. He was little but his great grandfather was still around, occassionally watched Auron and his siblings. Tanken always was busy helping at the forge, but Auron wasn’t interested in that thing. He was still little, and his great grandpa had a collection of shows from Japan, the home that they lost a long time ago, before Auron was even born, before Grandpa was even born. The shows were about the Japan branch of heroes, the Super Sentai Squad. It was flashy, loud and cool and captivated the mind of the little kid that was Auron. When Auron was just 10 his great grandfather passed away, and though it hurt beyond measure and words, Auron started to show interest in “being a Super Sentai hero” as he called it. It was a childish notion, but he started to spend time with his grandfather, Yaiba. He picked up swordfighting quickly and spent most of his childhood weekends dedicated to training with his grandpa. Tanken always ignored him, which frustrated Auron, he and Tanken constantly butted heads, argued even fought. In all the years though, he never once beat Tanken. When their little sister Vera came along, Auron became the “protective older brother” and was a bit overbearing, but he got along well with her.
As the years went by things were alright, the family faced hardships but were doing well enough, until their grandpa passed away. Auron was shattered by the loss, he was in pieces and before he could even pick himself up and piece it back together their mother passed away, leaving tensions and fractures through the house. All that was left was their dad, Kiyo, and Auron’s brother and sister. Things were tense, Tanken and Dad were fighting constantly then one day, he just left. Tanken was gone, and Dad had locked himself away, barely remembering to eat or sleep he was a shell of who he used to be.
Then Vera left, off to some high end culinary academy in the states, he didn’t know exactly where. And it was just him and Dad, Auron was in his early 20’s, but he knew Dad wasn’t going to last much longer, and he made up his mind, he was going to use all his sword skills to earn a living, before he left home Kiyo gifted him a hand made Wakizashi, to pair up with Grandpa’s katana Auron had been gifted shortly before he passed away. As Auron turned to leave he had tears in his eyes, he knew that Dad was going to bring things to an end on his own terms, he knew and couldn’t bring himself to tell him to keep living because he knew that all that was left of him was a broken heart and pain beyond imagine.
As he got to the airport he saw the news, a massive fire had been started in the home, there never was a body recovered. He also heard of a similar fire and explosion in New Brockton, where a man had been taken to hospital after having the entire building collapse on him but he was expected to at least live. “Hope he’s okay. Whoever he is.” Auron said to himself, maybe about the stranger, or maybe about Dad. But something in his gut told him that Dad had started the fire at home, maybe it was his way of saying “there's no more turning back. Go live your dreams like your brother and sister” or maybe it was just his way of giving up. Auron pushed back his thoughts and made his way to New York. He had gotten himself an apartment but damn the place was not cheap. The tournaments he fought in were all small time, not much in terms of a payday, but it payed rent and got by month to month. Until after one event, he was approached by this strange promoter, promising huge paydays like Auron had never seen. All he had to do was fight against “Some strong guys and some weaklings, the bigger the crowd the bigger the paycheck.”
Sounded easy, at first. The first match was a wake up call, he was in a large arena brought up from an isolated room via elevator and his opponent was this strange lizard like person. A Parahuman. He knew it right away. All he had on him were his clothes and the sword his grandpa had left him and the fight was brutal pushed Auron to his limit but somehow he had won. He came out on top as the Promoter and the crowd roared. It was a feeling he had never felt before. The rush of adrenaline and surge of energy was something he became hooked on, he started to crave. He was snapped to reality however when he was told to kill the man, and had quickly refused.
When he was back in his isolated room, he was met by two very large men, who left him beaten and bloodied. The money he had earned from the fight left on top of his beaten form as they walked away. This would repeat several times over the course of the next few weeks, until he was face to face with the man who recruited him, the man who called himself “The Promoter”
“Tsk tsk. I would have thought you got the message by now, but it seems I must dirty my hands personally.” he heard the man say.
Despite the fact that he had faced monsterous freaks night after night, been beaten and bloodied by these massive thugs at his side, it was something about this man that terrified Auron to his core. He couldn’t explain it, but it was a feeling he had never felt before.
“Wait wait, you can’t kill me, I've brought the biggest crowds yet!” He protested, loudly
“You have a point, but when the crowd, when I say they die, they die. They are worthless to me as losers.”
“I wont kill anyone. You can’t kill me because I make you too much money. I keep winning. Surely there's some kind of middle ground here that doesn't leave me beaten by your boys every night I compete.”
“You had my attention, but now you have my interest little man, go on.”
“What if-” He gulped not sure if this would work, but if he kept taking the beatings he was there was no way he was going to survive, “What if I play it up like a character act? I wont kill them, say they ‘Aren’t even worth my blade’ think about it, sell me as “The ancient warrior against modern monsters”
The man grinned as he agreed. The next night he would be put in the rankings for the Championship. If he won, he would get more fame fortune and glory he ever had before, If he lost, he’d be dead. That was all there was to it.
He fought through the rankings, until reaching the final match with the champion, where he had his own trigger event, waking up latent abilities he never thought he had in him. He managed to survive, and escape. But he found that his apartment wasn’t there anymore, it wasn’t waiting for him and his keycard to the building wasn’t working anymore. He was on his own.
Auron manged to find an abandoned place, it was better than nothing and he spent the next year learning how his powers worked and flexing his muscles. He managed to put together a costume, he remembered vividly from the years he spent watching Super Sentai shows the kind of materials their suits used and all the behind the scenes stuff showed him how to put them together. He would even take the name “Kamen Rider” after one of his favourite series.
But, the last year had been hard, bruises, cuts scrapes and no real place to call his own, and he still had no leads on The Promoter or his underground ring. He couldn’t even find them again, so, he swallowed his pride and went to the Wardens, to ask for help.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Auron had an interesting time lately. He had gotten fairly deep in an underground fighting arena, the type that you would never see on the normal streets. A battleground where the rich took bets on the lives of the participants and whether or not someone lives is up to the audience.
After all the years he spent training with his Grandfather Yamamoto Ikazuchi, in the art of sword fighting, when he had been approached and given the chance to use a real blade on scum that honestly had it coming? It wasn’t like he could say no to that.
He fought, harder and harder with each successive fight. Never having lost a single match. Whenever he was told to “finish it” Auron always had an “In Character” response, “Pathetic scum like this isn’t even worth my blade.” The crowd ate it up. He felt like he was on top of the world each time he heard the crowds roaring applause. It was what kept him going further and further against even freakier opponents.
Finally he had reached the top, the match itself held inside an electrified cage, neither he nor his opponent could escape. Perfect, an easy win and big paycheck. Exactly what he needed. He’d show those “Dragons Teeth” he not only didn’t need their help, but he was better off without them. As Auron’s platform rose he turned to face his opponent, a hulking beast of a man, nearly 7 or 8 feet tall, it made Auron’s 6’2” stature feel tiny compared to him.
“No big deal, he’s big so what. Just means he will be slow and dumb, easy pickings for my sword.” He said to himself, pumping himself up for one more big battle.
When the bell rang, there was the hum of the electricity through the cage, Auron quickly drew his blade and went all out, slashing furiously at the large man’s unprotected chest, leaving deep gashes and cuts all across him. The brute lifted his right arm and swung it full force at Auron’s head, forcing Auron to duck at the last second.
s**t! If that had connected it would have taken my head off!
He shouted to himself in his own mind.
Rolling forward and gashing across the mans exposed ribs, cutting deep enough that blood started to spill all along the arena’s floor, being drained away by the drainage system in the vents. As he rolled through he jumped to his feet, gashing the man’s back heavily with his old blade, nearly feeling it hit the bone he thought he had him this time, only to be forced back from a back swing from the brute’s left hand.
This time he didn’t get away fully, even just a light graze was enough to disorient Auron and knock him nearly into the cage. He slowly got up to his feet and spat out a bit of blood that pooled in his mouth. Taking up his stance again, as the man turned to face him, grinning wildly.
“Little bug! Im going to crush you and that puny sword of yours.” The beast bellowed out, as Auron didn’t wait or hesitate for a second, rushing the man and aiming to this time clean cut off one of those massive hands.
Much to his surprise however, the man caught the blade with his bare hand, crushing it with his intense strength shattering the blade in his palm. As Auron tried to retreat he found himself too close to the man, as the brute grabbed him firmly by the throat, bull charging him against the cage grid as it sparked with electricity.
His body spasmed as he arced his arm a bit, thrusting the broken blade into the brute heart sending the electrical energy arcing from his body into the mans heart, though not consciously.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Vonne » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Makara » AGEx/ x Twenty » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Closeted Lesbian » BIRTHDAYx/ x 4/11 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x France, Paris » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New York
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 130 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Crimson » HAIR COLORx/ x White » BUILDx/ x Petite-Athletic » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Yvonne's entire body is a pale shade of white, having been mutated into a rather lizard-like form after her trigger event. Her feet have been stretched out and taken on a more bestial form. They appear to be more raptor-like in comparison. An elongated tail trails behind her that appears strong enough for her to carry herself upon. Streaks of red appear trailing down her body at times in different locations. Her tongue has grown in size and length which can frequently be seen out of her mouth to perform a variety of uses.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x With her new form not showing anything too vulgar for people to see, Yvonne tends to shy away from clothing to not restrict her form. That and it's pretty hard fitting her bottom half into pants. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x N // A
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
Your body generates an invisible field of energy around yourself that protects you from dangerous ambient temperatures (heat, cold, radiation) but more importantly from attacks. Physical attacks from normal humans will be unable to break the field and conventional small arms fire will hurt but ultimately not get through. Hits from low end capes will also have a hard time getting through your field even if they may knock you around or still hurt. However be wary of attacks from capes that rate higher than 6 and higher caliber bullets. You are also capable of shifting your full body field to your extremities in order to enhance your physical strength. If you do so you can easily toss grown men like a toy or rip parts off of a car. However you will be vulnerable while doing so. Switching to defense is a defensive/supplementary action but switching to offense is an offensive action.
Blink Mover
You are able to teleport 15 ft at a time.
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Yvonne remains a fairly closed off person on account because of her now ferocious looking appearance. Still, the once human cape has taken to her newfound powers quite well. Although she avoids killing when necessary some do find themselves in for quite a thrashing when messing with the monstrous girl. After the trigger event, Yvonne has gained a good amount of courage and fighting ability than she previously had. While self conscious about her new appearance during the beginning, the cape appears to have either found peace or stopped caring of her new form. The latter of which appears true as many comment on the girl's rather child-like actions conflict with her adult appearance.
Yvonne does have a few oddities to her (besides the obvious one). Despite her coordination and agility she's quite prone to breaking things often, much to the dismay of others. Be it a mirror or a gun, there's always a chance the girl will find a way how to make it inoperable. With a few nasty interactions with other people aside, she tends to mimic other people should they show themselves to be noteworthy or of interest to her. Additionally, while some may see it as a rather rude gesture, the woman has been known to flick her tongue at people in greeting.
» LIKES
↳ food (meat preferred), head rubs, her own space
» PASSIONS
↳ swimming, athletic abilities, those good with animals
» DISLIKES
↳ being touched without permission, clothes
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ cold weather, strong scents
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 Neutral » POSITIONx / x N/A
N/A
» RESIDENCEx / x Streets of New York
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Triggered in public - Numerous reports of her actions, usually targeting criminals - Petty theft, mostly of food from convenience stores - - -
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█ »x inventory █ »x items █ »x go █ »x here
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» BACKGROUND
Previously an aspiring athlete, the frenchborn Yvonne found a love of competing from running with her friends as a child. Ever since, she's competed heavily in her school in a few sports activities at school. This led her into competing in regionals in one of the more important days of her life. However, after interference from a rival and almost freezing to death, Yvonne found her dreams shattered when she awoke to find her body mutated. Her parents, ashamed at their daughter's transformation, attempted to hide their daughter within the confines of their home. For two years, the girl silently obeyed her family's wishes before escaping in order to prevent herself from wasting away in the basement. She snuck aboard a plane to the United States in hopes of finding a better start for her there, and since has found herself at odds with many of the people of the city.
» TRIGGER EVENT
It had been a most favorable day for young Yvonne. Through years of hard work and dedication, here she was at the eve of her big competition. She had been competiting in these swimming contests ever since she could first don her arm floaties as a child, and it had landed her a spot in the regional qualifiers. The victor of this competition would get a guaranteed spot in the national event with the two runner ups being considered should there be an event in which others would be unable to compete. The lovely French-German youth had blossomed into a stunning beauty and found herself with her fair share of suitors. Many of which were men who could sum up their interest in her with one specific three letter word. While Yvonne did find their quest for her quite silly and almost insulting at times, she had a dark secret that only a few close friends would be granted the privilege of hearing. Being in the women's division did have its benefits, especially in the case where a competitor just so happened to find themselves on another team, so to say. It was in this case that Yvonne found herself sneaking down to the hotel kitchen to meet up with one of her competitors staying a few floors down from her after some late night practice. The girl wore her one piece swimsuit to the meeting, not bothering to change. The person who she was meeting with would care less anyway. She was a slender and buxom female, her name being Johanna. She had dark black hair she wore in a ponytail and constantly went against Yvonne in practice. Yet here she was, asking her rival to meet her in secret with a heart drawn onto the note. She made sure to keep her parents uninformed, seeing as how they were quite against their daughter's taste in a romantic partner.
Yvonne gazed around the entrance to the kitchen, holding a flashlight on the note as she observed the place for any signs of life before stepping inside. All was silent before a light came on, causing the girl to let out a yelp. Or almost, as a pair of hands shot to cover the girl's mouth as she registered who was in front of her. Johanna seemed to have the same idea as her, dressed in that swimsuit of hers that gave away that gorgeous figure of hers. "It's about time you showed up, dummkopf." The voice of her rival greeted her as Yvonne pushed them away, greeting the girl in their native tongue. "I'm fine. What did you want, Johanna? I have better things to do than to meet competitors in secret." The dark haired female gave a scowl, taking a step closer to her. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you stare at me and the other girls when you practice." Immediately Yvonne raised an eyebrow. A lot of people called her out of it, which was nothing new, but hearing with from this girl was something that she would not be keen on letting go so easily. "It would be a shame if your parents found out about their daughter messing around with other girls, huh?" She gave a grin that Yvonne almost wanted to slap the bitchyness out of but held herself back. "You think you of all people should talk about this? You would flirt with any guy that happened to come up to you in the pool, Schlampe." The two inched closer to one another as they continued to bicker back and forth, insults being tossed around at alarming speeds in German. After a few minutes or so, Yvonne and Johanna would stare at one another in pure rage. The silence had lasted for quite some time with both girls beginning to fidget. Johanna's face seemed troubled as she finally stomped forward and threw herself on top of Yvonne. The two fell down as she found herself looking up at Johanna before their lips touched, a passionate kiss being forced upon her. She stopped after several seconds before pushing away with a blissful look on her face. One that appeared to hide some amount of anger. "Y-You think you're the only person with that issue! You look at everyone but me! That cute little accent of yours, the way you style your hair...D-Do you think you're better than me, dummkopf?!" Before she could reply, another kiss was laid on her. Yvonne hesitated but eventually gave way to her feelings as she kissed back. The two sat there for some time, lost in the bliss.
The two got back onto the feet, though Yvonne had a feeling it would not be for long. Johanna had a certain lookin her eyes that seemed to display what she had in mind for them. With her back to the freezer, Yvonne smiled at Johanna, giving her the answer she had denied for so long. "I was jealous, Jo. You had the body and endurance every girl wanted. You could go for too many laps to count with no downtime. I almost pass out every night after my rounds." The two both were both close as Johanna moved closer. A mischievous grin was on her face. "Then let's work on your endurance." She said before pulling her away.
Yvonne felt the bitter cold of the freezer being pulled open and then a forced shoving her inside. Her bottom hit the freezing floor as the door was shut. "What the hell are you doing?" She shouted and tried to open the door. It was locked as she found out. Johanna looked pretty confident of herself as she taunted her through the window. "That was pretty easy to pull off. I figured you would at least take an hour to work on." She laughed to herself as Yvonne jiggled the door handle. "You two faced, lying, backstabbing little-" Johanna knocked on the glass to get her attention, pointing to the clock in the kitchen. Of course, Yvonne could only really see part of it from inside the freezer. "You wanted to have more endurance, sweetheart. Now's your chance. With you out of the way, I can go on and win at nationals with nobody to worry about. The first round of security comes in an hour." Johanna waved goodbye as she walked away from the kitchen. The rage in Yvonne slowly turned to fear as she banged on the glass. "Better luck next year!" Jo yelled before the door to the kitchen slammed shut. <********." Yvonne muttered to herself as she began to shiver from the temperature. She was lucky enough to not have swam for quite some time, which meant her clothing was dry. It was not optimal to colder temperatures but it beat being nude. She banged on the door a couple of times out of anger and frustration. "Somebody! Mother! Father! Anybody!" Once it was clear she was on her own until somebody came, the female began to plan what to do. The floor was only going to make her colder. She would need something to rest her feet on that would block out some of it. Moving over towards an unopened box of some strange meat she had no intention of eating currently, Yvonne tore off the top and moved back over by the door and stood on top of the lid. She rubbed her hands and feet together while keeping an eye on that clock.
Time passed slow in the freezer. Yvonne went from hopeful to the depths of despair in only five minutes. The cold was only affecting her worse and she was faced with the fact that this would be how she went. No glory or achievements to end her legacy but with the meddling of a rival, one whom she loved. There were claw marks on the door, frosted over to show where she had furiously tried to force open the door. Every part of her was cold. Frostbite had not yet set in, but from what it felt, it would begin shortly. In a final burst of energy, Yvonne felt a great pain in her head as she buckled to the ground and clutched her head. A sense of urgency gripped her. She needed to escape. She wanted to run back to her hotel room, to tell her parents everything and ask for forgiveness, to strangle Johanna for this crime of hers as well as playing off her crush. "I need to get out." Yvonne stammered, standing up as she began to beat on the glass. "I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out." She continued, feeling as if she was watching her own body work on its own. She repeated this over and over while yelling for help every few bangs. She could feel her arms ache, so she began to kick the door. When her legs hurt, she used her arms again and vice versa.
Yvonne's heart skipped a beat when the door opened to see a confused hotel employee searching for the origin of the noise. She continued as he suddenly sprinted towards the door, trying to open it in a hurry. The freezing woman could only silently watch as the door handle floundered about. She watched it for a moment before collapsing onto her side. She could feel a strange sensation in her body though it was quite numb. Her back felt odd as something hit the back of her leg that was nowhere near a shelf or anything for that matter. She looked at her right hand as it pushed against the door. Her fingers looked bone white. As white as snow. Yvonne suddenly felt her feet for the first time in a while though she could not see them. It was another curious sensation. It felt like they were...moving? Maybe. They definitely felt as if they were not normal. She gave them a kick to try and see how they were doing, managing to kick some area of her back that felt solid. A snicker came from her mouth as her mind felt sluggish. Things didn't seem entirely bad now that her savior was here. Maybe that was just her going crazy, but these sensations filled her with a curiosity that only children could contain. She winced and tried to feel whatever was on her back with her free hand. Maybe some really raw meat was on there. Whatever it was felt squishy. Finally the door handle turned fully and the freezer door was open. The panicked employee appeared in even greater shock as Yvonne smiled up at him. She looked down at a couple of strands of her beautiful white hair...wasn't that supposed to be blonde?...and felt a pair of hands drag her out of the cold and into the room temperature of the kitchen as a series of yells from startled employees began. Yvonne wanted to tell them everything and ask for a blanket but found herself unable to produce a sound other than heavy breathing. Some of the employees looked at her with fear and astonishment rather than fear for a dying girl. She had so many questions about it they could get whatever was on her back off her body. She could feel it weighing her down and touching the floor despite being a good amount of distance from it. Her eyes wandered around as she was rushed into the main area. She thought back on her last conversation with Johanna and began to finally unleash the tears she had held back since being inside of that hellish prison.
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» NICKNAMEx/ None. Like his brother, he takes the same stance. “I have a name, use it or don’t.” x » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Swordsmaster, Kamen Rider, “Green Power Ranger” by a few » AGEx/ x 26 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Demi-sexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x birthday here » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Canada, Edmonton » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, New York
size=24]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 200lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Green » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Lean, extremely athletic » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Facial scars from his trigger event, a few other misc scars from over the years
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Usually uniform and neatly fitting clothing that is not too tight or too loose. (see character image to the left) » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x A super sentai type armor style that's primarily green with white highlights and black leggings. The armor is durable and incredibly tough, yet still lightweight and easy to move around in with ease (see attached image in spoiler tag below)
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
Power Energy Deflection You have an ability to deflect elemental energy (fire, ice, water, air, and electricity) away from your body using strikes from your arms and legs, or objects. Your control over where the deflected energy goes is non existent and you are still vulnerable to attacks that are rated at a 6 or greater.
Enhanced Reflexes You have an enhanced ability to move your body in reaction to threats that borders on an instinctual sense. In terms of your ability to react to things you can easily react to humans lacking experience in martial arts (when they try to strike you) and projectiles traveling under 250 feet per second originating from more than twenty feet away.
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Auron can be cocky, overconfident and sometimes just cringe worthy to be around. He can be headstrong and arrogant, but he does back it up. His swordsmenship is second to none. His incredible skill draws awe from some people, scoffs from others. Once people get to know him, they find a cheerful natured and good humored individual. He’s a loner and tries to do everything on his own, not trusting people until they really prove they can be trusted. However, he had humility, honor and knew when it was appropriate to work in a team, rather than on his own. Auron has always been quiet, but when people bring up his few passions he just starts talking and sometimes doesn’t stop. Auron is extremely protective of the people he calls his close friends. When they are in danger he does not hesitate for one second, in or out of costume. When he’s in his hero outfit, as Swordsmaster or Kamen Rider, depending on who you ask, he doesn’t hesitate and takes command of situations immediately. He was flashy, over the top, but effective. When he was a solo hero, Kamen Rider, he acted as the “lone wolf” type he’d seen from the shows he loved so much as a kid. But working with a few rare situations where he was in a group he took command and assessed each situation as it came, quickly and tactically. Whenever he ends a conflict or battle he always tries to come up with some kind of witty one-liner just like the shows he loved as a kid.
» LIKES
↳Swords, A good fight, hearty food, orchestral music, heavy metal
» PASSIONS
↳Using his skills to help those who need it most, video games
» DISLIKES
↳ Ranged fighters, people who play “keep away”
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Cowards
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 Full-time member » RESIDENCEx / x Looking for a place, stays at HQ mostly
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
-Well known swordfighter - Fought in underground Parahuman rings
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█ »x One (broken) Ikazuchi Forged Steel Katana (made by his late Grandfather) █ »x One (intact) Ikazuchi forged Wakizashi (made by his father as a parting gift)
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» BACKGROUND
Auron grew up on the farm with his grandparents, parents and siblings. He was little but his great grandfather was still around, occassionally watched Auron and his siblings. Tanken always was busy helping at the forge, but Auron wasn’t interested in that thing. He was still little, and his great grandpa had a collection of shows from Japan, the home that they lost a long time ago, before Auron was even born, before Grandpa was even born. The shows were about the Japan branch of heroes, the Super Sentai Squad. It was flashy, loud and cool and captivated the mind of the little kid that was Auron. When Auron was just 10 his great grandfather passed away, and though it hurt beyond measure and words, Auron started to show interest in “being a Super Sentai hero” as he called it. It was a childish notion, but he started to spend time with his grandfather, Yaiba. He picked up swordfighting quickly and spent most of his childhood weekends dedicated to training with his grandpa. Tanken always ignored him, which frustrated Auron, he and Tanken constantly butted heads, argued even fought. In all the years though, he never once beat Tanken. When their little sister Vera came along, Auron became the “protective older brother” and was a bit overbearing, but he got along well with her.
As the years went by things were alright, the family faced hardships but were doing well enough, until their grandpa passed away. Auron was shattered by the loss, he was in pieces and before he could even pick himself up and piece it back together their mother passed away, leaving tensions and fractures through the house. All that was left was their dad, Kiyo, and Auron’s brother and sister. Things were tense, Tanken and Dad were fighting constantly then one day, he just left. Tanken was gone, and Dad had locked himself away, barely remembering to eat or sleep he was a shell of who he used to be.
Then Vera left, off to some high end culinary academy in the states, he didn’t know exactly where. And it was just him and Dad, Auron was in his early 20’s, but he knew Dad wasn’t going to last much longer, and he made up his mind, he was going to use all his sword skills to earn a living, before he left home Kiyo gifted him a hand made Wakizashi, to pair up with Grandpa’s katana Auron had been gifted shortly before he passed away. As Auron turned to leave he had tears in his eyes, he knew that Dad was going to bring things to an end on his own terms, he knew and couldn’t bring himself to tell him to keep living because he knew that all that was left of him was a broken heart and pain beyond imagine.
As he got to the airport he saw the news, a massive fire had been started in the home, there never was a body recovered. He also heard of a similar fire and explosion in New Brockton, where a man had been taken to hospital after having the entire building collapse on him but he was expected to at least live. “Hope he’s okay. Whoever he is.” Auron said to himself, maybe about the stranger, or maybe about Dad. But something in his gut told him that Dad had started the fire at home, maybe it was his way of saying “there's no more turning back. Go live your dreams like your brother and sister” or maybe it was just his way of giving up. Auron pushed back his thoughts and made his way to New York. He had gotten himself an apartment but damn the place was not cheap. The tournaments he fought in were all small time, not much in terms of a payday, but it payed rent and got by month to month. Until after one event, he was approached by this strange promoter, promising huge paydays like Auron had never seen. All he had to do was fight against “Some strong guys and some weaklings, the bigger the crowd the bigger the paycheck.”
Sounded easy, at first. The first match was a wake up call, he was in a large arena brought up from an isolated room via elevator and his opponent was this strange lizard like person. A Parahuman. He knew it right away. All he had on him were his clothes and the sword his grandpa had left him and the fight was brutal pushed Auron to his limit but somehow he had won. He came out on top as the Promoter and the crowd roared. It was a feeling he had never felt before. The rush of adrenaline and surge of energy was something he became hooked on, he started to crave. He was snapped to reality however when he was told to kill the man, and had quickly refused.
When he was back in his isolated room, he was met by two very large men, who left him beaten and bloodied. The money he had earned from the fight left on top of his beaten form as they walked away. This would repeat several times over the course of the next few weeks, until he was face to face with the man who recruited him, the man who called himself “The Promoter”
“Tsk tsk. I would have thought you got the message by now, but it seems I must dirty my hands personally.” he heard the man say.
Despite the fact that he had faced monsterous freaks night after night, been beaten and bloodied by these massive thugs at his side, it was something about this man that terrified Auron to his core. He couldn’t explain it, but it was a feeling he had never felt before.
“Wait wait, you can’t kill me, I've brought the biggest crowds yet!” He protested, loudly
“You have a point, but when the crowd, when I say they die, they die. They are worthless to me as losers.”
“I wont kill anyone. You can’t kill me because I make you too much money. I keep winning. Surely there's some kind of middle ground here that doesn't leave me beaten by your boys every night I compete.”
“You had my attention, but now you have my interest little man, go on.”
“What if-” He gulped not sure if this would work, but if he kept taking the beatings he was there was no way he was going to survive, “What if I play it up like a character act? I wont kill them, say they ‘Aren’t even worth my blade’ think about it, sell me as “The ancient warrior against modern monsters”
The man grinned as he agreed. The next night he would be put in the rankings for the Championship. If he won, he would get more fame fortune and glory he ever had before, If he lost, he’d be dead. That was all there was to it.
He fought through the rankings, until reaching the final match with the champion, where he had his own trigger event, waking up latent abilities he never thought he had in him. He managed to survive, and escape. But he found that his apartment wasn’t there anymore, it wasn’t waiting for him and his keycard to the building wasn’t working anymore. He was on his own.
Auron manged to find an abandoned place, it was better than nothing and he spent the next year learning how his powers worked and flexing his muscles. He managed to put together a costume, he remembered vividly from the years he spent watching Super Sentai shows the kind of materials their suits used and all the behind the scenes stuff showed him how to put them together. He would even take the name “Kamen Rider” after one of his favourite series.
But, the last year had been hard, bruises, cuts scrapes and no real place to call his own, and he still had no leads on The Promoter or his underground ring. He couldn’t even find them again, so, he swallowed his pride and went to the Wardens, to ask for help.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Auron had an interesting time lately. He had gotten fairly deep in an underground fighting arena, the type that you would never see on the normal streets. A battleground where the rich took bets on the lives of the participants and whether or not someone lives is up to the audience.
After all the years he spent training with his Grandfather Yamamoto Ikazuchi, in the art of sword fighting, when he had been approached and given the chance to use a real blade on scum that honestly had it coming? It wasn’t like he could say no to that.
He fought, harder and harder with each successive fight. Never having lost a single match. Whenever he was told to “finish it” Auron always had an “In Character” response, “Pathetic scum like this isn’t even worth my blade.” The crowd ate it up. He felt like he was on top of the world each time he heard the crowds roaring applause. It was what kept him going further and further against even freakier opponents.
Finally he had reached the top, the match itself held inside an electrified cage, neither he nor his opponent could escape. Perfect, an easy win and big paycheck. Exactly what he needed. He’d show those “Dragons Teeth” he not only didn’t need their help, but he was better off without them. As Auron’s platform rose he turned to face his opponent, a hulking beast of a man, nearly 7 or 8 feet tall, it made Auron’s 6’2” stature feel tiny compared to him.
“No big deal, he’s big so what. Just means he will be slow and dumb, easy pickings for my sword.” He said to himself, pumping himself up for one more big battle.
When the bell rang, there was the hum of the electricity through the cage, Auron quickly drew his blade and went all out, slashing furiously at the large man’s unprotected chest, leaving deep gashes and cuts all across him. The brute lifted his right arm and swung it full force at Auron’s head, forcing Auron to duck at the last second.
s**t! If that had connected it would have taken my head off!
He shouted to himself in his own mind.
Rolling forward and gashing across the mans exposed ribs, cutting deep enough that blood started to spill all along the arena’s floor, being drained away by the drainage system in the vents. As he rolled through he jumped to his feet, gashing the man’s back heavily with his old blade, nearly feeling it hit the bone he thought he had him this time, only to be forced back from a back swing from the brute’s left hand.
This time he didn’t get away fully, even just a light graze was enough to disorient Auron and knock him nearly into the cage. He slowly got up to his feet and spat out a bit of blood that pooled in his mouth. Taking up his stance again, as the man turned to face him, grinning wildly.
“Little bug! Im going to crush you and that puny sword of yours.” The beast bellowed out, as Auron didn’t wait or hesitate for a second, rushing the man and aiming to this time clean cut off one of those massive hands.
Much to his surprise however, the man caught the blade with his bare hand, crushing it with his intense strength shattering the blade in his palm. As Auron tried to retreat he found himself too close to the man, as the brute grabbed him firmly by the throat, bull charging him against the cage grid as it sparked with electricity.
His body spasmed as he arced his arm a bit, thrusting the broken blade into the brute heart sending the electrical energy arcing from his body into the mans heart, though not consciously.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ JessicaMiller xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx Brute x, Mover x
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Jess » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Citadel » AGEx/ x 22 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x 9 / 21 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x New York » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New York
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 5'9" » WEIGHTx/ x 138 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Grey / Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Blonde » BUILDx/ x Skinny, muscular » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x None
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Jessica, in her civilian identity, wears jeans and a t-shirt most of the time. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x She wears a skintight blue, white, and red costume pictured above. Not pictured is the blue and white mask that she wears across her eyes and cheekbones. It covers the top of her nose, and hides the lines of her face, concealing her identity.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Jessic Miller is the kind of person you'd want to be your best friend. She's kind, forgiving, and merciful to those who don't deserve it, and to those who deserve her she gives her all. Due to being a second generation cape, her trigger event wasn't nearly traumatic, so she faces none of the anger or negative traits that typically manifest after ones trigger. She acts with benevolence towards everyone and everything, and goes at life with a healthy dose of humor.
Jessica has a code against killing that she will never willingly break, and she doesn't enjoy fighting nor seek it out. She does; however, feel that she's obligated to be a hero because her mother was one. She regularly patrols and checks up on people she knows need help. Jessica does her best in all situations, and acts with a selflessness that rivals even that of even those historic heroes.
» LIKES
↳ Ice Cream, Boys, Daytime TV, upbeat music.
» PASSIONS
↳ Helping people, saving lives, working, patrolling the city.
» DISLIKES
↳ Fighting, having her hands tied, mean people, people who use weapons, tinkers.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Killing, selfishness, lesser of two evils situations.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 Hero
Fulll Time
» RESIDENCEx / x Warden provided apartment in Brooklyn, New York.
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here - None yet, just beginning career as a hero.
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Jessica Miller is the daughter of a famous cape who was a standard Alexandria package cape. Her childhood was stressful, and she lived constantly worried about her mom's hero endeavors. Her mother was killed by a member of Black Gate when Jessica was 19, and Jess was taken into hiding by the Wardens. She resented herself for not being able to help, for being powerless. Jessica worked tirelessly on her schooling as a means of escape, and relied on her friends for support through the rough times. This continued for a few years until her, rather light, trigger event.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Jessica was walking down the sidewalk texting on her phone. She'd been invited to dinner that night with some friends, and was confirming times and all that. She looked up to cross the street, but didn't see the car hurdling her way. They were going 50 down the road, and Jessica had stepped out in front of them looking at her phone. She saw it just in time to scream and close her eyes. The impact was loud, but strangely didn't hurt. She felt herself flying through the air for what felt like forever, but when she slammed back onto the ground, she felt oddly fine as she stood up and opened her eyes. Jessica slowly opened her eyes
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Jay, Kaz, Leopard » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x None at the moment » AGEx/ x 23 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x August 9 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x US, Los Angeles » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x Country, 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 6'0 » WEIGHTx/ x 150 » EYE COLORx/ x Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Blonde » BUILDx/ x Athletic » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x n/a
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x write stuff here » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x write stuff here
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITIONx/ x
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Blaster[4] Mover[4] Tinker [4]
» POWERS
Exo Suits & Vehicles
You are able to build custom vehicles and exo armors meant for light combat. The ground speeds of which are capped to 50 mph. Inventions which fly may not exceed 40 mph. Vehicles and suits made with bullet proofing material can not fly and may only achieve 30 mph. Your inventions almost always have some sort of transportation bent but can equipped with a number of different gadgets.
Explosive Stones
You are able to convert small stones into timed minor explosives with your touch and can throw with them with skill and ease of a baseball pitcher. The blasts can cause 2nd degree burns to unprotected skin and cause targets to be knocked off their feet. The time delay on the explosion must be determined whenever you infuse a stone with your power.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Izzy, Iz, Bella, Bell » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x None » AGEx/ x Twenty-Six » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Gay » BIRTHDAYx/ x October 31st » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x United States, Parts Unknown » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5' 4" » WEIGHTx/ x 135 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Sky Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Chocolate » BUILDx/ x Lean, Athletic, and Built » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Her piercing eyes and muscles
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Unless she's working out she normally wears a suit and tie. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x None
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Brute [ 12 ]
» POWERS
Inviolable
Your body is inviolable, meaning that it cannot be harmed and is locked into its current state. Your body will never degrade with age. At the same time because your body is akin to an immovable object you are able to punch through things like concrete with ease. Due note that that even though your body seems to be locked in time you do need to eat and breath still. Also be aware of that, powers which attack through a transdimensional means can effect you.
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxx> PSYCHOLOGY xxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad xxxxxthose who think that they're mad are truly sanexxxxthose that think they're sane are truly mad
Knowing damned well she is beyond gorgeous she often teases others with this. Drawing them to her with her body language making her both magnetic and mysterious. She knows this very well and is proud of herself for being able to do such things. She will refrain from dominating her partner and let them lead in the relationship... for the time being. She knows she can mesmerize others and this only increases her confidence. She will not blatantly show her appreciation for her partner in front of everyone and pour her heart out in that instance. Instead, she will look at her partner in a sensual manner, and tease them in a seductive tone full of romance. If an individual isn't sincere with their feelings... the individual shouldn't even try to get close to her. With her gorgeous, sky blue piercing eyes, she can read an individuals body language most of the time with ease. She can easily make out people's intentions from their body language.
Even when her tone is soothing, her demeanor kind and her smile uplifting, she could be planning a devastating retaliation against an individual. When she is insulted or gets hurt, her wrath knows no limit. In this instance, she can become the most hard-hearted and sarcastic person on this earth. She loves with fierce devotion and hates with devastating malice. Should she find a partner who she decides to commit to she will shower them with all her love and attention. Her whole life will start to revolve around them bringing extreme loyalty and baffling passion. She is passionate with everything that has to do with her. It's impossible for her to have neutral feelings. Once more either she will deeply cherish something or fiercely hate it. She will never let these feelings show however.
Her expression will mostly remain neutral, betraying nothing. Her anger is horrifying and its better to get out of her way when it gets out of hand. She's a store house of secrets, while not giving any of hers out in return. Her personal life is completely out of bounds for others. While, she will never tell the secrets that have been told to her, not even to her ex wife. Even with her ex wife she had a private portion of her life that she wouldn't let her pry into. This however doesn't mean she's dishonest. Quite the opposite, she will be brutally honest that, at times, she may hurt others in the process. She will choose her friends carefully and the credible ones will remain with her until she dies. She will never maintain a relationship with unworthy people.
Determination and will are her strongest traits. She can use them to come out of anything that is negative. She is an extremely strong willed individual as she’ll see anything through until the end. Once she sets her mind to something there’s not a single person that can deter her from her objective. Her sheer determination will push her through the mission no matter how the odds are stacked against her. No matter how strong the enemy is... No matter how numerous they are... No matter how hurt she is... She will always prevail no matter the cost. Should anyone win the love of this glorious woman they will never feel lonely again. She will be devoted to her partner and her love will not change for them. She is the one who truly believes in 'Till death do us part'. Rather than overshadowing her partner, she believes in supporting them.
For her, the future, the happiness and the dreams of her partner hold supreme importance. She will always defend her partner fiercely in public and won't take kindly to anyone taking advantage of them. She will always encourage her partner to reach for the stars, build their courage and never let them stop midway. She has a strong sense of fairness and justice. Going to the point where she may occasionally take it too far. If you don't wish her a good morning on day after a fight, she will do the same for the next four days. The same goes for generosity as well. If you do one kind deed for her, she will do four in return. Upon finding a challenge she will slowly dive into her wrath. This is wrath that is given purpose as she’s still able to keep her head in the game. Wrath that even Fenrir himself could never match... Even as he was finally freed from his prison and started Ragnarok. With this wrath her will only increases with it making her even more determined of a soul. In battle she has shown to have a brilliant level of intelligence and wisdom within combat. She will never stop fighting for what she believes in and this has been tested multiple times through her life. Her loyalty is her most defining trait along side her will and head strong self. However her loyalty is a strange thing as she’s been shown to go against orders multiple times. When asked why she’ll respond with this “If faced with giving a child what he wants or what he needs... I will always give the child what he needs.”
» LIKES
↳ Music, Scary Movies, Sweet Things, and Tattoos
» PASSIONS
↳ Playing Guitar, Working Out, and Storms
» DISLIKES
↳ Liars, Spicy Things, and Sour Things
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Oath Breakers, Parasites, and Killers
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 None » POSITIONx / x None
Unemployed
» RESIDENCEx / x Homeless
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- N/A
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Watch █ »x Cellphone █ »x Wallet █ »x Zippo
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
At this time she is unable to recall anything before her trigger event. Possibly due to the emergence of her powers and just how she got them. She's been wandering around ever since for the past year as nothign has held significance since. All she can remember is the most precious thing to her, Leah, was ripped from her finger tips. Nothing she will ever do will make up for what occurred in her mind. She's merely along for the ride now waiting her acceptance into hell.
» TRIGGER EVENT
As the room flickered to life from the movie on the television, Isabella was being held by her wife as they were cuddling. Watching one of Isabella's favorite movies one about beings known as minions. It was a very old movie but she didn't care because it was so adorable. Leah, her wife, was giggling just as much as Isabella was during the movie. Mostly laughing with how much fun Isabella was having rather than the movie itself. Her arms wrapped tighter around Isabella's waist and Isabella sank against her lovely wife. "Having fun?" Leah asked as Isabella looked up with a goofy grin on her face. "Always with you." She said as she leaned up to kiss her partner. Leah took it a step further and made it more passionate. A small moan escaped Isabella's lips as she pulled away blushing.
"Oh, I got the lustful Isabella to blush? This is a rare day indeed!" She jested with her wife as Isabella getting her to blush even more. Leah was giggling as she held her even tighter. They had been together for a little over eight years now. Seven of those years they have been married rather happily. Sure they've had their fights every once in a while but Leah knew when to back out of them. As her partner was the dominant one mentally where as Leah was the physically dominant one. As the movie ended Leah was absent mindedly rubbing Isabella's arm as she changed the input on the tv back to cable. An video of a family playing outside lit the screen of the television. Isabella tensed up as she knew what was about to come and she wasn't ready for it.
Not if Leah wanted to go down this route yet again. It always made her feel like crap when Leah did this to her and she had to do what she did every time. It was a dance she was so familiar with she might as well speak for the both of them. Sure enough Leah's arm tightened around her waist a bit more and this cause Isabella to sigh. She had been with her wife long enough to know the signs to look for. This was about to happen yet again. She closed her eyes and readied herself to hear her wife start this discussion up. One that would most definitely turn into an ugly argument between the two of them. “When do you think you’ll be ready? To have a family with me?” She asked and Isabella practically growled trying to get up. Leah held onto the smaller woman keeping her in place. “Well?” She asked yet again earning the same response while Isabella managed to get out of her grip.
Shooting up like a bullet Isabella put distance between herself and Leah so she could think. She didn’t want to do this… not tonight at least. It was their anniversary for All Father’s sake. “We’ve talked about this before.” Isabella was quick to attempt to shove this conversation to the side. “Baby we’ve never talked about this. You always get upset and just start yelling every time. I want to actually talk about this.” Leah was practically pleading with her lover giving her such a hurt look. Isabella frowned at her partner as she crossed her arms under her chest. “I’m not doing this right now.” She declared with as much of a dominant look as she could muster. She looked up into Leah’s eyes as her partner towered over her by half a head. Leah right in front of her looking down into Isabella’s bright eyes. Leah’s resolve held as she pressed Isabella against the wall holding her hands above her head with one hand around her wrists. As Isabella was pinned her resolve was beginning to dissolve. ”Please can we talk about this?” Leah asked once more as Isabella shoved Leah off of her.
“No!” Isabella shouted at the top of her lungs. “I don’t want to do this dance tonight! I want to just have a nice night and maybe have some fun with you! I don’t want to talk about having a damned family!” She was practically shaking by the end of her shouting. Isabella balled her hands into fists as she was ready to cry. She hated when Leah pulled this s**t. They were just fine without a family and she always had to ruin it by trying to talk about starting one. She simply couldn’t understand why Leah couldn’t be happy with it just being them. The need for her to have a child was nothing short of almost vomit inducing to Isabella as she had never wanted kids. Leah knew this all too well as Isabella made no effort in hiding this. “Baby please stop. Please can we just talk about it? I took a safer position at the precinct so we could talk about this. Please, please, please?” She begged of Isabella and she growled once more at Leah. “You want a family? Start one yourself! I’m not having children and that’s ******** final!” Isabella snapped at her partner. Leah’s eyes began to tear up at the thought. “You know I can’t….” Her tears began to stream down her face as Isabella marched out the door after grabbing her jacket and slipping her shoes on. “Maybe there’s a ******** reason for that!” She yelled while quickly slamming the door behind her on her way out before she heard her partner cry.
She needed to be alone for a while so she could think about everything. To cool off and maybe then Leah would come to her senses. “Baby crazy woman.” She muttered as she had mounted her bike and revved the engine to life. Not caring about a helmet she sped off through the town speeding. Not even caring about getting a ticket as it was so late at night. She didn’t believe anyone would stop her either as she just needed speed. The one lover of hers that never questioned her desires or what she wanted. Only gave her what she needed. The feeling of being weightless as if nothing could ever touch her. A smile crossed her face as she had finally calmed down after twenty minutes of her reckless driving through town and around the country roads on the outskirts. Her phone began to vibrate within her pocket and she sighed as she figured it would be Leah wanting to try and talk more about this. She wasn’t about to have anymore about her baby nonsense and as she tore the phone from her pocket she looked at the caller I.D. It was there old friend and doctor Mrs. Santos.
She was an old sweetheart of a doctor that wanted nothing more than to help everyone in any way she could. She answered the phone and sighed. “Hello Dr. Santos. What can,” She began to say but then in return got an earful from the wonderful old lady. “You march your hind to this office right now! I will tan your hide if you don’t! Do you understand missy!?” Dr. Santos gave her such a tongue lashing she winced slightly. “Yes Ma’am.” She answered as if Dr. Santos was her own mother. She hung up her phone after checking the time seeing it was a little after ten. She knew Leah had called her for advice and to cry her heart out. She locked away her emotions for now as she was doing as she was told. It didn’t take her long before she arrived at the homely office and was greeted by Dr. Santos steel gaze upon her. She was waiting outside with two cups of coffee. One of them presumably Isabella’s which meant she was going to pry everything out of her.
Isabella cut her bike off and began to walk over to the office. Sheepishly waiting for another tongue lashing that would whip her right into her place. “How could you say such horrible things to Leah!?” Dr. Santos demanded of me as she was like a mother to the both of us. “I don’t know. I was just frustrated with the topic. We’ve fought about it so much.” Isabella said almost pathetically. “No you’ve fought about the topic. From what I understand she’s always pleaded with you just to hear her out!” Dr. Santos shouted yet again and once more Isabella winced at the reality that was laid out before her. “Or is she lying?” She said somewhat more calmly to Isabella. “No, you’re right.” She admitted as she was handed a cup of coffee which was a peace offering. “So tell me child. What is so wrong with having a family with her?” She asked and Isabella was all too quick to defend her wife. “Nothing’s wrong with her! I, I’m just,” She began and Dr. Santos shot in another remark. “What do you think you’re going to be like your parents? Or hers?” She asked and it stung Isabella horribly to hear it.
“Look, the two of you haven’t had an easy life. Both going through the orphanage system and dropped because no one wanted you. Then when you two turned eighteen you found each other and made it work. Two of you have been inseparable. You ever stop to think about the fact that maybe they weren’t apart of your life because they didn’t deserve to be apart of it? The fact is you two turned out terrifically without them. Leah a police officer and you a paramedic. You two are truly beautiful souls. You need to go talk to her about this. Really talk to her and not argue with her about it. Just hear what she has to say because I know without a doubt you would make a wonderful mother and Leah a wonderful father. You need to stop worrying about your past and look towards the future child.” Dr. Santos words hit Isabella hard and this caused her to cry.
Dr. Santos began to gently rub her back knowing Isabella snapped because she had been holding everything in for years. “Come on little one. Let it all out.” She said encouraging the woman to cry her heart out. So that she might finally see the error of her ways and talk with Leah about their future. Or rather to start working on their future rather than against it. “Can we talk about the process?” Isabella asked and Dr. Santos took another sip of her coffee. “Are you sure?” She asked and Bella nodded to her. Dr. Santos took a moment to study Isabella to see if she was serious or not. When she found her answer she smiled only slightly. “It’s called Artificial Insemination.It’s the cheaper method and often the first used one. If it doesn’t work there’s another method that would be used but is slightly more expensive.” She said and Isabella asked her. “Will it hurt?” She asked as she was slightly frightened by the thought of the possibility of needles getting anywhere near her.
“Heavens no child. Do you want some pamphlets to take to Leah and talk to her about all of this?” She asked and Isabella felt like crying again. She had been so horrible to Leah and there was no excuse for it. So she felt the only way to make it up to Leah was to actually talk to her about having children. Isabella took as many pamphlets on artificial insemination as she could shove into her pockets before hopping back onto her bike. She hesitated before starting her bike when Dr. Santos approached for one bit of advice. “Just go to her. I’m assured she’ll forgive you.” She said with a smile plastered upon her face. Isabella nodded a few times as she started her bike and took off in the middle of the night. Headed back to her place she began to think of how to talk about this with Leah. Or even if Leah was going to forgive her for how she acted or even what she said. She was such a b***h and this time she was so horrible to her. Her heart sank even more with the realization that Leah just might not forgive her. She prayed that wouldn’t be the case as she needed her little officer in her life. She was all she had and all she would ever want in life. When she pulled up to her house a thought crossed her mind that took her off guard. If Leah wanted to start a family with Isabella then they would start one. Isabella had decided that she would do whatever it took to keep Leah within her life.
She steadied herself and sighed as she was so nervous about how this was going to go down. She grabbed out her keys to put into the door until the door opened just from her pressing on it. “Leah?” She called out confused through the house. She could barely see anything until she hit the light switch and saw their living room and most of their house destroyed. Everything thrown from where it belongs and broken. “Leah!” She shouted through her home as she rushed through searching room by room for her lover. She grabbed out her phone and quickly dialed the precinct. “Hello, this is Officer Hensley speaking. How,” He began but Isabella cut him off. He knew her and Leah as he was one of Leah’s best friends. “Hensley, It’s Izzy! Send someone to the house! I think someone broke into my home, everything is destroyed, and Leah isn’t answering to my shouts!” She said as she was crying. Her heart in pure panic as to what could have possibly happened to Leah.
“Get out of the house! The boys and myself are on our way right now! Do not go through that home!” He shouted with a sense of urgency and hung up. She could hear the sirens shortly after he had hung up but she had to find her Leah! She was everything to her and she couldn’t lose her! She rushed through the house calling frantically to Leah. Repeating her name over and over as she began to cry harder and harder. She rushed upstairs to their room only to have someone grab her wrist in the darkness and throw her down hard on the floor. Her head hit the floor hard and she felt something wet and sticky cover her face. She blinked a couple of times to see Leah staring at her with a blank look behind her eyes. Isabella’s eyes shot open and adrenaline shot through her body as she scrambled over to Leah’s lifeless body upon the ground. Blood surrounded her as it appeared Leah had been bled dry.
Tears streamed freely down her face as she began to sob loudly lifting her Leah’s head into her lap. Wiping the hair out of her wife’s face as she looked down into her lifeless eyes. She saw a photo album on the ground with pictures everywhere in the blood and she leaned down to hold her Leah even closer. “Boss what should we do?” A voice said in the room as Isabella had ignored them. She couldn’t comprehend anything at the moment as the love of her life had perished. “Kill her too then we need to run before the cops get here.” Another man said grunting as she heard the shuffling of numerous feet. Probably nine or ten pairs to be exact. But that didn’t matter to her as she just wanted her sweet Leah back. “Sorry b***h, Wrong place, Wrong time.” She heard as a metallic clicking sounded through the room. Isabella kissed Leah’s forehead and spoke softly. “I’m so sorry baby.” Leah had died after their fight and the last thing she had heard was Isabella’s horrible remarks to her. She was such a terrible person for putting Leah through something like that in the first place when she just wanted to talk.
“I’m so ******** sorry honey.” She said realizing she never deserved someone as loving and caring as Leah. She was perfect compared to Isabella who was nothing but selfish. She was about to start crying more until she wanted to face the men who killed her wonderful Leah. She looked up to her soon to be murderer with tear filled eyes. She felt his gun pressed to her forehead as she remembered her wedding vow to her departed wife. Her tears ended as she gave the man a frightening look. Then uttered the words she said to Leah upon their wedding day as the man pulled the trigger. “For you, I will endure.”
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Dani » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x N/A » AGEx/ x 25 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Lesbesexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x February the 14th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x United States, Golden Gate City » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'6" » WEIGHTx/ x 126 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Auburn (natural), Blue (current dye) » BUILDx/ x Lithe » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Floral Tattoo sleeve on her right arm, chest tattoo, multiple ear piercings.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / xEveryday » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x A skin tight body suit with mask and hood, wears flats for shoes.
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Neutral
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Shaker [ 12 ]
» POWERS
Ex Nihilo
The power to make reality from unreality. In essence your power enables you to make real what you believe to be real. This power is able to alter the environment via additions such as new doorways, openings, and new structures. It can also bring into existence figments of the imagination, and to an extent defy what is logical (for example "fish that swim in air".) It may not warp space, alter people, directly control created created creatures, or change the physical makeup of things. The ability to make changes to the environment is locked to within 300 ft of you, but the area within which the new reality can exist grows for each post that you remain within the same topic. Starting at 400 ft it grows by 200ft each post until it reaches a maximum of 2000 ft. When you leave a topic the superimposed reality rapidly collapses over the course of one post until everything is back to normal. Damage caused by creatures or objects from the unreality will remain. The same occurs if the power is deactivated.
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Despite all she's been through and the problems that she has, Dani Pearson is ultimately an idealist at heart. With a strong sense of humor and determination she tends to approach her obstacles from what is perhaps an odd angle but it usually comes with good intentions. That being said some days are better than others for her. Suffering from schizophrenia causes her a lot of personality issues from paranoia to emotional deficits. Understanding and verbally expressing emotions is very difficult for her and so too is anticipating that an action will make her happy. Because she also lacks empathy outside of guilt, Dani can find it hard to have true relationships with people.
» LIKES
↳ Rain, Cartoons, Ramen, Animals, Meat, Gin, and Roller coasters
» PASSIONS
↳ Being drunk, Eating out, Video Games, Take out
» DISLIKES
↳ Hospitals, Veggies, Coffee, Spiders, Sad movies, Medication, The rich
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Her father, cold, adultery
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x None » POSITIONx / x
Full time loony toon
» RESIDENCEx / x Homeless
» 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
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» BACKGROUND
Danielle Marissa Pearson was an embarrassment to her father long before her mental illness became a factor. You see the Pearson’s were what’s called old money, or at least what passes for old money in the post Gold Morning world. The family had been rich before Gold Morning and when the new Earths started opening up Byron Pearson was quick to snatch up the rights to land in areas around the portals. When s**t hit the fan? Well, the family stood to make a pretty penny not just on sales or development contracts but also through rent. Byron’s Son, was about the meanest son of a b***h you could think of. Quick tempered, arrogant, and spoiled.
Richard was also a cape so as you can probably guess he wasn’t the kind that went parading around like some kind of hero. No the quite the opposite really. More money poured in from his illicit gains and they grew wealthier than before too. Eventually though the piper had to be paid and then the empire fell to Gregory Byron Pearson. Gregory is a man that prefers Gregory to Greg, and always detested his father’s illicit behavior. No he fancied himself after the wealthy of old, being above such things. He left his father to rot in jail and moved the empire to a place that was legal but just barely. In his mind loosing his wealth over something as dirty as crime was pitiful and utilizing parahuman abilities was brutish and uncouth.
Gregory as a man also liked to see himself as an aristocrat. Someone with nobility and power. With that self image in mind he married a woman who could look pretty but keep her mouth shut and mind her manners. Lutessa, Dani’s mom. When it came to his daughter he shunned the demeaning and violent ways of his father and sought to treat her like a princess. Giant doll mansions, fancy dresses, riding lessons. The girl that had everything. At first Danielle loved it, what kid wouldn’t want all those things? As time went on though she realized that she didn’t really have a mother or a father. Her mother was like a porcelain doll, all looks no insides. Her father was always busy cavorting with his friends, holding galas, charity fundraisers etc.
As Danielle grew into her teens talk of who she might wed began to circulate among the other old money families. The thought soon began to disgust her right about the time she became disillusioned with the idea of being a princess. As a princess she would be like her mother, a piece of furniture for some man like her father. There was no love there, none that she could see at any rate. In addition to this the boys who used to be full of fun ideas, rough and tumble play, and a sense of adventure had slowly become assholish and conceited just like their fathers. Her fairy tale world slowly perverted itself into a nightmare.
Danielle reinvented herself and became Dani, the rebellious daughter who used her father’s money to dye her hair, get tattoos, and in general act out in whatever way she could to give her dad the finger. Hell she even tried to gain parahuman abilities once or twice through cutting, trying to drown herself, and excessive drinking. It didn’t work, but it did scare the s**t out of her mother. After a lot of fights and a slap to the face or two from dear old dad, Dani began seeing a therapist on her father’s payroll.
Not much changed, she’d make up bullshit, rant about the state of the world, just do everything to waste time. The therapy went nowhere but so long as she stopped risking death and stayed out of their social life her parents didn’t give a s**t. Drinking, drugs, sex didn’t matter if she stayed in her room and didn’t embarrass them. Of course that got boring to Dani, what good was rebellion if your parents just said “******** it” and let you do it? What really steamed her father was the night she decided to take his business partner up to her room before throwing herself at him. It didn’t go anywhere but it got the point across. Gregory beat his daughter for the first time that night.
After turning eighteen Dani vanished off to college for a bit before things really fell apart for her. Horrible dreams came first. They left her exhausted and unable to concentrate. Next was the light sensitivity. Then came the visions. Creatures of writhing shadow and darkness. They stood silent, watching, judging, waiting. Everywhere she went, the monsters would eventually find her. The voices came next, threats, judgments, orders. She tried to tune it out by drinking or smoking pot but nothing worked. She tried to ignore them but it was impossible. Didn’t matter what she did, during the night she had nightmares where the entire dream world seemed to want to kill her and during the day the creatures laughed and mocked her. There was no respite.
Her mind continued to slip and soon all of her senses were affected. Visions of the horrible creatures, laughing, smirking, taunting, judging. The sounds of things moving in the dark, the people calling her name, the orders to hide or run, the whispers of betrayal and threat. The smell of s**t, blood, sex, animalistic smells. Phantom sensations of touch, things crawling on her skin or grabbing at her hand. Reality slipped away. It was like she was the Disney princess Alice of Wonderland. Except things didn’t seem as fun and whimsical as the movie had.
Dani of course dropped out. She started seeing that therapist again except this time she wanted help. It was stressful, trying to parse real from unreal all the time. The diagnosis? Paranoid schizophrenia. Gregory did not take it well, he had hoped that his daughter would grow up and perhaps be at least somewhat acceptable. Hell he could have even marketed her trashy appearance to the youth of Gimmel. But this? No it was just another disappointment delivered by his unworthy daughter.
The other families began to talk because word gets out; it’s hard to keep secrets when all the servants have ears. Gregory’s sense of embarrassment soared as he became the secret laughing stock of those at the top. Enough was enough, it was time to cut her loose. However he couldn’t have Dani’s story getting out, it’d damage his image too severely. Thus they came for her in the night, the workers of Saint Clarence. Kicking and screaming Dani was dragged against her will to their van. Hands bound within a straight jacket, she was carted off while the monsters laughed for the whole ride. [See Trigger]
» TRIGGER EVENT
They snickered and jeered, writhing in their ugliness as Dani was manhandled roughly from the white van onto the grounds of Saint Clarence. They knew it was a deep dark hole she could never climb out of. More of them seemed to congregate as she was veritably dragged through the chill night air. “I bet they leave poor little Dani to rot in there” one called out as Dani looked away in discomfort. “Shoulda killed daddy when we told you too,” the voice was harsh, inhuman, and in unison with multiple other creatures. On they chittered, sometimes among themselves and sometimes to her. Part of her felt like they were right. She’d been trying to ignore them for so long but look how that turned out? “How can I trust you” she called out into the night. The men dragging her seemed to ignore it. “You can’t but that’s the fun part Dani!” a childlike voice giggled. “But if you join us in the fun we won’t treat you wrong. Not like THOSE people.” Dani’s blue eyes glanced at the man to her left and to the right.
She was in the lobby now, the white lights felt blinding in comparison to the dark of night. Off they dragged her through the halls, the creatures laughing all the way. “Okay I’ll play” she whispered in defeat. Joyous cries filled her ears as cheers erupted among the gathering. Then they all vanished from her sight. She blinked, tears began to well up before streaming down her face. Dani was processed, the indignity of it all did much to break her spirit. Months went by before she started to see them again, the were small at first. Creeping at the edges of her vision, filtering in through cracks in the wall and the vents of the facility. Slowly her friends returned. Wait were they her friends? She couldn’t really remember anymore. They had her on so many drugs she could barely think straight.
Eventually they began to speak again, it was funny but Dani felt like her friends were the only thing keeping her sane. So many of the people in Saint Clarence were totally nuts. Couldn’t talk to them and she knew better than to try and be friendly with the staff. Best to keep her head down and only to talk to the creatures. “We talked to the head doctor Dani,” one of them said. “He told of us that if you can prove we’re real he’ll let you go.” For once in many months the woman smiled as she heard the news. This place had been wearing her down, every day felt worse and worse than the last. Now she had a plan though.
So the next time she had a therapy appointment Dani set about explaining everything she could about the creatures. Where they came from, how they ate, what they sounded like. She was desperate and ranted frantically about them, trying to convince the man that what she could see, hear, feel, and smell was all real. At some point during her stay within Saint Clarence Dani had actually lost touch with reality. It was apparent to the doctor that she was clearly psychotic now and actually quite distressed. He checked off a couple of marks on his paper and prescribed a course of sedatives as her father didn’t care about her being treated. The man was fairly explicit about just wanting her out of his hair. “Kek. He doesn’t believe you Dani.” The voice was taunting, that same sneering voice she’d heard when she’d been dragged to this institution. “Make him believe we exist or we’re gonna kill you Dani!” They were getting angry, their posture was threatening. Slowly they began to circle around her demanding that she prove their existence. Fear and adrenaline spiked. “They’re gonna kill me if you don’t ******** listen to me!”
Paranoia was setting in now as her heart pounded. The creatures circled up around her and brandished horrid teeth and claws. The doctor was calling for the orderlies now. Dani cried in terror as they drew closer and began to scratch and bite at her skin. Her survival instincts kicked in as she began to punch and kick violently. It hurt so much, all their bites and scratches. Her blood was leaking out now. While fighting for her life her mind reached out for help desperately. They’d stop if only she could prove that they were real, just had to prove that they were here. That her friends or whatever they were could do more than just taunt only her.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ MORGAN CRUISE xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx tinker
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Nickname here » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Prometheus » AGEx/ x 21 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x Febuary 21st » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x USA, Florida » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, 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 5'11 » WEIGHTx/ x 145 lbs. » EYE COLORx/ x Dark Brown » HAIR COLORx/ x Black with White Highlights » BUILDx/ x Atheltic » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Scar across the bridge of his nose.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x [ x ] » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x [ x ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
» DISPOSITIONx/ x Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Tinker [ 10 ]
» POWERS
Suppression Tactics
Ever seen a flash bang built in the size of a marble? Well, now you can. Stopping your foes via technology meant to suppress and contain them is your specialty. As such you will find difficulty in creating lethal platforms. However, your means of producing non-lethal devices is astounding. Tazers, devices that disrupt or cause pain to the senses, trap devices etc... In addition to this, you have a very niche hyper-specialty to produce countermeasures for physical regeneration and super strength. (Note that this does not include an ability to turn powers off)
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Being an individual that felt lost in the world for so long, Morgan is true to himself and only himself. He has a futurist mindset and is always looking towards to pioneer new fields or create a better future. He doesn't really believe that saving the world and losing yourself in the process would ever justify the mean. Why save the world of monsters to become one yourself. People see him as naive in his perspective, but he just thinks of the goods and not the bad. The other shoe will always drop, but why not enjoy the time while you have it.
Morgan used to be an individual that allowed himself to be helpless and he could never fight his own battles. He lacked confidence. Now he believes in himself and hopes to build a better tomorrow. He doesn't like to call himself a hero, but rather a person trying to do the right thing.
» LIKES
↳ Art, Watching Movies, Revisiting the battles of Capes, Technology
» PASSIONS
↳ Technlogy
» DISLIKES
↳ Villains, Destruction, the Need to be a Hero.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Murderers
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Toybox » POSITIONx / x Inventor
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x New Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here - - - -
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x Backpack █ »x 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
Morgan Cruise grew up in the care of the foster system, unlike most. He actually stayed in a decent foster home from the age of seven. They were okay people, but as he got older they started to care less and less about him since they had their own family to worry about. He wasn't like most kids however, it didn't drive him to seek their attention through acting out. Morgan just went onward, it didn't matter what they thought. They weren't his parents, just his guardians. Yet something always felt missing. [ See Trigger for the Rest ]
» TRIGGER EVENT
Mistakes happen. Sometimes they come in the form of a broken dish or a criminal trial you had to testify in. It all started with a stupid decision to check out a gathering with a friend that led him down a horrible ordeal that changed his life.
He had been fifteen at the time, he lived with foster parents that truly didn’t give a rat’s a** about what he did. He did well in school, hell he had a scholarship lined up for to go to one of the best universities in New York City. He had decent friends and a home, but yet something always felt missing as if… a piece of his puzzle wasn’t there.
Morgan found himself visiting a gathering hosted by a cape with his friend. His friend didn’t really care for it, but Morgan was hooked. The cape called herself Future, she believed together that they could create future. That together, they could bring about an era the world had never seen. The unity that was created, made him feel like he had found the missing piece of the puzzle. Morgan dedicated his life to Future’s organization, what he soon realized was a techno-cult.
Future took a liking to Morgan and appreciated the work and ideas he brought to the table, they… got involved on a level very few people did with her. She shared her world with him. How she was only a girl that was around his age, that she a tinker with a minor thinker ability. That whenever she amassed people together. The smarter she became. The more brilliant, the better. While he could never create anything like her, she taught him so much beyond his level of knowledge.
However, not everyone appreciated the closeness that developed between them. One person particular was a woman by the name of Eliza Renee Williams. She was responsible for the shady operations within the ‘following.’ For a lack of better words, Eliza beat the s**t out of him on various occasions to get him to quit the following. Eliza felt like the following was becoming soft. That, they had lost their vision. On a heist to gain material for a new invention, Eliza betrayed Future, but what Eliza didn’t know... was Morgan was watching from a body cam. He watched the girl he had fallen for be murder. But things went further south on that job, Eliza ended up losing a hand in a blood not even moments later, she ended up in a chemical fire that caused what he later found out was a trigger event. She became capable of regenerating from what seemed to be anything, but… she had super strength and apparently couldn’t feel pain.
It wasn’t long before the following fell apart, but Eliza was still out there. She visited him, trying to convince to become her underling. That she needed a smart kid to help her out. Morgan, being naive, told Eliza he saw her murder Future. She was going to kill him, she would have killed. If it hadn’t been Future’s device, he wouldn’t have got out. She thought of his protection and had given him a distress band in case someone tried to get to her through him. The device knocked her out, but it gave enough time for the PRT to take her in.
The news was calling Future’s creation a cult that led to her inevitable death. It took a lot of time on the couch of a shrink, but he finally accepted and volunteered to testify against Eliza to put Future’s murder behind bars.
Five years later, Morgan Cruise’s life had gotten back in order. Things were looking up. He had landed an intern position at one of most technological advanced companies in the world. They weren’t anywhere close to some tinkers out there, but hell they were good. He had a front row seat to the technological advancements of humankind and he was just soaking it all up. The mere thought of it made him feel… free. That’s all he desired. When he was with Future, that how it made him. The funny thing about, his time with Future actually helped him land the internship.
However, what had his brain occupied now was Eliza. The trial for her case had finally reached the courts. He stared her down and testified against her. Morgan saw the hatred in her eyes, whatever rage she had for him before. It had amplified intensely. If looks could kill, the look in her eyes could kill thousands. He hoped what had happened would get put away for good, but no one could be sure.
The results of the trial were supposed to be released any moment, he had received a text from the lawyers saying the verdict had been reached. Morgan pushed aside various projects on his workbench and looked to the news on his computer monitor. Words flashed on the screen saying she was innocent before it zoomed in on her face as she spoke to the camera. ‘I’ve been locked away for too long on the delusion I was dangerous and responsible for the murder of a cult leader that had her followers eating out of her bosom. For that mere reason alone, I’m glad I’ve finally escaped that nightmare and hope her remaining followers come to terms with their mistakes.’
Morgan could feel his insides die. She was free and there was no doubt about she was going to come after him, she was going to kill him. His breath shuddered at the mere thought of it, he was so confused. He had no idea what to do. Morgan’s hand slammed against the metal frame on his desk before swiping the computer off in anger. Sure… Future had started a cult, but it was to change the world for the better. And now Eliza had to go and tarnish her memory. Her dream. Morgan saw the hatred in her eyes in the courtroom. She fully intended to rip him limb from limb until there was nothing left. He was living on borrowed time and he had no idea how he was going to save himself...
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» NICKNAMEx/ x N/A » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Shoggoth » AGEx/ x 18 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Bi » BIRTHDAYx/ x March 3rd » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Paris, France » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, 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 5'9" » WEIGHTx/ x 126 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x White » BUILDx/ x Lithe » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x None whatsoever
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Usually in modern style clothes for a teen. She prefers dark colored tops mixed with jeans and the like. She hates dresses. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Black colored overcoat and sunglasses
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» DISPOSITIONxChaotic Neutral
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSxChanger [8] x
» POWERS
Patchwork
Touching the exposed flesh of others allows you to tear away sections of it and apply it yourself so that you may alter your appearance. You may also patch yourself up by covering your wounds in stolen flesh almost as if they were bandages or the patchwork of a quilt. Note that flesh you apply to yourself retains it original appearance but otherwise becomes your flesh.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Annette is your typical run of the mill hardass. Her travel and economic ruin has led her down a life of crime and hardened her up to some of the tougher facts of life. She cares very little for others, if at all, and is only interested in the end goal. She'll put up with a minor annoyance if it means getting paid. She's very sarcastic and in-your-face, not missing a chance to provide some unwanted commentary about whatever situation she's in.
While not a real hero, Annette strays far from the line of being a villain. She only does things to benefit her and will refuse to straight up kill anyone that doesn't deserve it. In another dimension, she could have been a friendly and heroic person, but for now, she remains closed off and to herself.
» LIKES
↳ Shadows, Pop Music, Working alone
» PASSIONS
↳ Crimes, Money, Getaways
» DISLIKES
↳ Rain, Maids outfits, Cameras
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Being called her actual name, Death
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 Neutral » POSITIONx / x Myself
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x New Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Petty Thefts - Muggings - Strange cases of people missing parts of their body
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
█ »x inventory █ »x Messenger Bag █ »x Cellphone
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
A fairly "normal" girl, Annette grew up with the usual family. A mother, a father, and an older brother. They staid with one another despite their financial situation which caused Annette and her brother to pitch in for money around the house. On fateful day in high school, their mother had gotten sick and couldn't work for an extended period of time, leading Annette to do a desperate job. [Trigger contains the rest]
» TRIGGER EVENT
Annette entered the studio at which her modeling audition was set to take place. The e-mail she had received after a week or so of searching for work was questionable at best, but if she was to get some money together for her family, it was a needed sacrifice. It had taken a while to find a place but it would hopefully be worth all this trouble. The building itself failed to stand out amongst its brethren. It looked like just another studio apartment, mostly on the account that it was. Perhaps the inside of the building would prove to refute her fears? There would be only one way to find out. Annette swallowed her fears and stepped into the entrance of the building as she clutched the card in her hands tight. It gave her a specific floor to go to, the tenth, and then a room number to go with it. The employee working the front desk greeted Annette with the flash of a smile and questioned where she was going. After handing over the card and doing her best to return the smile, she gave a nod and seemed to be okay with her using the elevator. Without waiting for round two of a discussion, the high school student rushed aboard and hit the button for her desired floor.
With a soft "ding" noise, the doors two the elevator opened and a hallway could be seen. The carpet floor looked much nicer than the one in the lobby. The wall decorations and layout itself appeared to have a more rich aesthetic to it. Paintings of flowers, abstract art, and whatever the hell that thing that looked like a human head was. Annette began down the hall leading towards the room number she was looking for. Many doors later, she found herself at the end of the hall with a stylish looking door signaling a dead end. The room numbers matched up perfectly, meaning this was her destination. The fears and doubts she had towards herself were summoned once more. She hesitated, but eventually reached for the door and entered before she could talk herself out of this.
The room was a good enough size for what a professional style shoot would look like. It was literally somebody's widened studio apartment with furniture off to the side, equipment set up with a camera and light kit to keep the subject company. A man greeted her as she came in, only now realizing that she had practically invaded this poor man's home. "Ah, there you are, my masterpiece." She winced, rubbing her arm out of worry. "Right on time! Thank you for filling in for my absentee. Your outfit is waiting in the bathroom. First door on the left hall." Annette silently walked towards the bathroom after setting her things down and in a safe place. Once reaching the bathroom, she was less than thrilled to see what she would be wearing for this shoot: a stereotypical maid uniform with its own little set up. A headdress, fishnet stockings, the whole getup. She held the upper piece in front of her in the mirror with a worried look. She would look absolutely horrible in this. People did give her comments about the way in which she treated her body, joked as a gift to certain people that probably wanted nothing to do with her, but they were probably all jokes. Five minutes or so of arguing with herself and needing the cash for this was all it took for her to begin dressing. The pieces came together fairly well, each fitting comfortable and snug on her figure. She tired her golden hair into a pigtail to keep it from getting in the way along with eyeing herself in the mirror every few seconds or so. It was only after she finished equipping everything that she noticed something that made her suddenly anxious once more. The costume was a size or two short for her. While this wouldn't make it so that she looked like some ditzy porn model, it still revealed a good amount as well as showcased her beautiful curves she was self conscious about. Another five minutes in the bathroom was all it took to get her to finally come out and face the cameraman.
Once she escaped the confines of the bathroom, Annette returned to the cameraman in the main room. After a lengthy conversation about what exactly he wanted her to do over the course of the shoot, she stepped in front of the camera and obliged. It was a rather lengthy shoot, going on for a few hours or so before the cameraman was pleased with the results. After inquiring about payment and getting an answer of "if it sells", Annette returned home wondering if she would ever see the money from that gig. The very next day in school, she was surprised to find photos of the shoot plastered all over the walls of the school with flavorful commentary calling her a variety of names and a phone number to call for "a good time". A group of her fellow senior classmates were gathered around it in a roar of laughter. Some males of the group were taking photos and tearing the posters off of the walls for a more private setting. Humiliated, Annette ran into the bathroom, not bothering to see which one, and locked the door behind her as she crumbled onto the floor. As the tears flowed down her face and onto the slightly polished floor, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Underneath her usually baggy clothing was the body which would now forever be the male student's dumping grounds for when the hormones proved to be too much to handle. She could only stare at her reflection for several minutes out of anger before, in a fit a rage, kicking the glass of the mirror. This proved to be rather clumsy of her, as she slipped and smacked her head on the floor afterward, only continuing to sulk about her new school status while not noticing the chills going through her body.