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» NICKNAMEx/ x N/A » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Geist » AGEx/ x 16 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight? » BIRTHDAYx/ x October the Thirthy First » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Canada, Dracheheim » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x Five Feet and Four Inches » WEIGHTx/ x One Hundred Twelve Pounds / Zero » EYE COLORx/ x Silver / Glowing Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Black and Red / White » BUILDx/ x Curvy Stick » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Appears to be a ghost
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x See Picture On Left » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x At present Geist's "costume" consists of a Japanese school uniform.
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The ability to feel out and "possess" inorganic objects in a radius of 50ft around her projection. After taking control of an object or objects she can control their functioning and manipulate their workings. In addition to this, a minor thinker classification sub power grants her the ability to innately understand how to utilize a possessed object. However this knowledge has an upper limit of creations made by tinkers above a power rating of 5.
"Ghost" Physiology
While Tara's body is locked away in a state of quantum existence her consciousness is imprinted onto a projection highly reminiscent of a ghost. The projection is capable of phasing through other matter and rendering itself invisible by allowing light to pass through its "body". It is also capable of extending this ability to inorganic objects it is touching. However it is unable to experience the sense of touch nor feel pain. It can "see", "taste", and "smell" but not in the same way that people do, though its hearing works in a similar fashion. The projection is also only as physically strong as the host body.
While corporeal the projection is susceptible to damage though it reforms over time. Depending on the extent of damage it could take anywhere from seconds to a month. That being said electricity not only slows down that process but does far more damage than anything else. Direct hits with electricity will short out this power, and it "hurts" exponentially worse while she is intangible. Destroying the the projection ultimately doesn't kill the host but it will take one real month for the projection to reform.
Flight
Is able to float / levitate and achieve up to 50mph while flying
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Tara, or Geist as she now prefers to be called is a young woman that has been deeply effected by the trauma of her trigger event. Anger is an emotion that currently consumes her mind as it chips away at her humanity. Though more than anything that anger is a shield against the overwhelming grief eating away at her heart. As such she is quick to react with anger at those who she perceives as her enemies and even allies who push the wrong emotional button. Ultimately this is a defense mechanism against revealing the sadness and insecurity she feels as in her head such a thing is weakness. In large part this is a mindset left over from her time in high school.
Another weakness she tries to hide is the loneliness she feels, an emotion brought about by a perceived lack of connection to other people. To do so she hides behind sarcasm, cynicism, and jokes. Though in combination with her anger and rebellious attitude it can often go too far. In the same notion that her anger and sardonic mindset are attempts at hiding her grief and loneliness, rebelling against authority figures and the rules of society is more of a cry for attention and help than she would like to admit. She won't admit it, but that's the root of the behavior.
Underneath her emotional barriers and barbed insults Geist values friendship, chatting, and emotional closeness with female friends. Though she largely lacks convictions she did try to do the right thing back when she was only Tara so underneath it all that girl is still in there too. It's just of question of whether or not she can move past her trauma in a way that's still healthy if not the same as she was before. If not her grief, loneliness, feeling of disconnection will consume her.
Though perhaps not as core to her personality as some other things she is rather sensitive about her accent.
↳ Rain, Cemeteries, Country Music, Whiny People, Mud, Nerdy Guys, Humorless People
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Thomas McNeil, Rapists, Abusive Men, The Police
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 Independent Villainess » POSITIONx / x Vengeful Spirit
It's seasonal... jk being dead is a full time gig
» RESIDENCEx / x Homeless
» INFAMYx / x 1275 (Local Whisper) » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- 6 Counts of Breaking and Entering with a Parahuman Ability - 7 Counts of Vandalism - 5 Counts of Larceny with a Parahuman Ability - 1 Count of Grand Larceny with a Parahuman Ability - 3 Counts of Battery with a Parahuman Ability - 2 Count of Assault with a Parahuman Ability - 1 Count of Stalking
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
I was really young when my birth parents died, if it wasn't for pictures or videos of me as a baby I wouldn't even know what my parents looked or sounded like. I've been told that they died in a tragic accident in the lab where they worked. Never really asked for the details or cared to. My real parents were apparently close friends of theirs and took me in as their own daughter. Out of respect for my birth parents they left my family name unchanged but to be honest I've always felt more like a Saito than a Zirnitra. Still even without the family name, my parents loved me and I'm glad that I had the foresight or courage to let them know that I always saw them as my real parents. I am who I am because of them and I won't ever forget that.
My life wasn't perfect before, but I had parents who loved me and always spoiled me a little. Hell how many kids nowadays can say that their parents bought them a car? Sure it's not like it was in the old movies where it hums and purrs from a gas engine but it was still a pretty awesome car. Anyway I loved my parents, and they loved me. Got a lot of support at home you know? Well I got picked on a lot at school for my accent and the fact that I was adopted. Really made the whole experience suck right? You probably know what I'm talking about. Anyway so about the time I got to middle school well I started to develop some and suddenly I was kinda popular. The bullying let up a bit and suddenly all these popular guys started wanting to talk to me. Well I ended up just kinda running with it and put a lot of effort in my appearance. You know uh trying to be hot. Somewhere a long the line I got labeled as popular and before I knew it I was one of the top girls. It was nice enough but it never really fit me so I ended up just blending in, following the leader you know?
It was all pretty good until I started getting creepy messages and phone calls at the end of my sophomore year. So I'd apparently picked up a stalker and it wasn't all the fun. Scratch that, it ******** sucked. I dealt with it for a while, till one night a I broke down crying and had to spill it to my parents. They freaked, understandably so, and took me to the police. Well I showed them everything and pretty much got stonewalled. There were no leads. He hadn't actually threatened me. No way to track where it was coming from. Bunch of useless excuses. Well life went on in a sucky fashion and then I died. Wouldn't that be the shitty icing on the crap cake? Honestly it probably would have been better if I had just died... but I think you'll understand when your hear my other story [see her trigger event]
» TRIGGER EVENT
My name is, or rather was, Tara Zirnitra. I was human at one point in time just like you. Now a days I’m not so certain anymore. I’ve been a monster for so long that the girl I was seems like a distant memory. The day I gained my powers and became the monster was hands down the shittiest day of my life.
An obnoxious blaring digital screech repeatedly punctuated the quiet morning air. A loud groan came from underneath the sheets as a pale slender arm reached out and smacked at the offending device. After a few missed swings a hit connected and while it was successful in silencing the clock, a clattering of noise told the girl under the covers that she’d knocked the damn thing off her bedside stand. Another groan came coupled with an almost worm like movement under the sheets as a girl in her late teens spilled out of the bed onto the floor. Landing next to the clock with barely a complaint she lazily tossed the sheets back onto the bed while transitioning to a kneel. A sigh coupled the return of the clock to its rightful place on the bedside stand while her eyes took a moment to stare at a white rectangular box that stood vertical and was about as tall as a common household drinking glass.
A feeling of sadness washed over her as she remembered. The box contained the ashes of her cat. They’d grown up together, when things got stressful or she’d had a bad day at school her cat was always waiting for her at home. Ready to follow her from the kitchen up to her bedroom and often stayed with her so long as she was at home. They had been really close. Not any more, that ended for good last night. That thought weighed heavily on her mind as she noted the time displayed in that iconic digital green that stood out like an alien light in the pre-dawn darkness. Five in the morning. Some people got up and exercised, or read the paper when they awoke so early. Tara woke up at five in the morning so that she had enough time to get ready for school everyday. Back in middle school she had figured out what made her popular with boys, and if she was popular with boys well a lot of the other girls looked up to her. It sucked metricly to get up so early but always going to school while seeming perfect was one of her secrets to maintaining a sense of popularity. That popularity, it spared her from bullying.
From that darkened bedroom she dragged her a** to the bathroom to brush her teeth and shower. Her eyes flickered with pain when the lights came on. They always seemed too bright this early in the morning. As she got on with brushing her eyes peered into the mirror while the silver eyes of her counterpart stared back at her, toothbrush in hand as well. Her hair was a disheveled mess of black and red. Eventually she spit out what toothpaste was still within her mouth before rinsing and pulling off her PJs to shower. Tara was skinny, and not all that tall. Pale skin almost white enough to glow at night became slicked with water as it rolled over her skin. The water helped to wake up her up a little, get moving as it were. After the shower came time for her to do her hair. Sprays, drying, brushing, straightening. Going through her morning routine like this helped to take her mind off things. Off what felt like a death in the family. That hole weighed heavily on her heart.
Once her hair was finished it was time for clothes and makeup. Today her outfit consisted of a white T shirt with a red stripe on the end of her sleeve. The shirt itself cut off above her naval and was also wide at the shoulders so it tended to slip down one side and reveal her bra strap. For pants she pretty much always wore jeans and today was no exception. Now dressed she returned to the bathroom to put on some light makeup, stuff she could get away with at school. A little mascara, some concealer, and a light gloss. The shirt was pushing it too but she got decent grades and was well liked enough that the administration tended to leave her alone. After all that was done she returned to her room and flipped open her laptop to check her email. She went to bed earlier than a lot of her friends so they often emailed her thoughts about grabbing lunch or hanging out after school. However when she checked today, there were five new emails from an address she didn’t recognize and the subject lines were all blank. A creeping sensation of dread welled up in the pit of her stomach as she moused over one of them and clicked it. Her heart sank, it was him again.
The email contained some vulgar language and suggested that the writer had what she so clearly wanted. By that he of course meant his d**k. He’d made that fact clear enough before. This had been going on for several months now. Letters in the mail, emails, calls from blocked numbers. It just never stopped. She’d even gone to the police but was told that unless her stalker actually threatened her or escalated to stalking her in person there wasn’t much that they could do. Deleting the rest of the emails without opening them didn’t make her feel much better about things. Reading this disgusting garbage just added on to the emotional dumpster fire that was already started by the death of her cat. Asking herself why he couldn’t just go away always made her feel worse, like she wasn’t doing enough to say no or something. At times like this she often felt like she wished people didn’t know she existed. If she could just blend into the wall and be left alone, she’d be happy enough.
Trying to push that creepy stalker out of her mind she went down to the kitchen and got some breakfast. Checking the clock for time she saw that she had about a half hour before she had to drive to school. A bowl of cereal would have to do. Apparently she’d fixated longer than she liked to admit on the emails and was running a bit later than she liked. Finishing up breakfast she began to hustle a little and put her dishes in the sink before grabbing some heeled boots to wear. Sitting sideways in one of the kitchen chairs she began to lace them up when a loud thump rocked the front door. It was disconcerting, but she lacked the time to stop getting ready. Hurrying to finish up with that Tara slung her backpack over one shoulder and grabbed her keys. Upon opening the front door she soon found the culprit of the noise. A crow lay on the porch, battered and bloody from its impact against the door. Just another shitty thing for her to deal with today.
Locking up since her mom was still sleeping and father was at work, Tara did her best to ignore the poor crow and walked to her car. The words slut glared at her from the rear windshield. She sighed, this had happened before but it had been on the weekend when she had a chance to clean it off. The day was just getting worse and worse. At least it’d be written in soap so it’d just wash off. Fortunately she didn’t run into any more problems on the way to school.
School itself wasn’t so bad. The friends that knew her well enough gave condolences for her cat. Others just seemed oblivious and went on like normal. At one point in the afternoon she’d joined in with a group of other popular girls to taunt this weirdo girl about her looks. It didn’t ever really make her feel good about herself, but she got passed it by telling herself that school was dog eat dog. Either you did something to make yourself higher than the bottom, or you got what was coming to you for being at the bottom. To that end she preferred to be on top and dishing out rather than on the bottom. School was school. Once classes were over she had soccer practice. It was always exhausting and typically lasted for three hours. Before heading home she’d shower again to rinse off the stink of sweat. Not like she needed to look perfect anymore since it was time to go home grab dinner, and then do homework. Tara collected her things and headed for home.
On the drive home from school she noted that it’d gotten really cloudy. In the back of her mind she vaguely recalled talk of rain. While sitting at a traffic light a dark shadow passing over the hood caught her attention, looking out her window she noted a cape flying off to somewhere. Must be nice to have powers like that, no reason to get stuck in traffic she thought idly. The light turned green and she started driving again when a downpour of rain opened up from those thick gray clouds. This always sucked, to be driving in the rain at night. Then it got exponentially worse. Her car started making a very sickening grinding noise. Most definitely a sign of trouble so she pulled over into a parking spot along the sidewalk before things got worse. Soon after putting it in park her car died. Reaching into her backpack Tara looked for her phone only to find that it was missing. s**t, was all she could think. Part of her wondered where it went but thinking about that didn’t help. No way to contact home or friends, and a dead car. Her eyes glanced in the rearview mirror, no umbrella either. Guess she’d forgotten to put it back after the last rain storm. She then glanced down the road, it was only about a mile and a half from here to home. Right… guess I better get walking.
Leaving her backpack behind she grabbed her keys from the ignition and set about walking home in the pouring rain. About a block from her car was the city cemetery. It had a creepy wrought iron fence which sat on a stone base that made up the perimeter, and a wide arching entrance way. She was walking past that threshold when a hand suddenly wrapped around her mouth, and a cold hard metallic object pressed into the small of her back.
“Don’t try to scream, do what I say and you’ll leave here alive.”
Heart pounding Tara listened to those words and started to panic. The voice sounded familiar but she wasn’t sure. ******** this is all too much! Slowly she turned and walked into the cemetery. Each time she slowed down he prodded her to continue walking by pressing that gun into her back. Sometimes giving her directions on where to walk too. It didn’t take long for them for them to make their way into the center of the cemetery, away from the road, away from any light sources, away from anyone that could help. Finally he told her to stop walking, they were standing in front of a recently dug grave. Tears welled up in her eyes as he used his free hand to grope her breasts and then started to undo her jeans. Why? The thought echoed in her mind. Why me?
“I knew you wanted this Tara, you’re such a dirty whore. The way you paint yourself up at school. I could just tell.”
He went to her school? Mind racing she flashed through images of the boys at her school, trying to match face to voice. Part of her told her she was stupid, that he had probably just followed her to school at some point. Either way it served to distract her from what was going on. At least until she heard the shutter sound of a phone taking pictures. She glanced downward, her pants and panties were pulled down to her knees and a phone was looking up at her. Her heart sank, everyone at school would probably have seen those by tomorrow. Reputation ruined, back to the bottom she’d go. Why the ******** couldn’t he just leave her alone? What was his problem? Why’d he pick her? Spy on her? Why was he always watching her? Everyone in her life was always judging her, watching for her to ******** up. To stumble. To lose her popularity. Why couldn’t people just leave her alone? And this ********! Tears welled up her in eyes, diluted by the heavy rains. The phone pulled away and was soon replaced by a pair of fingers. She started crying. This wasn’t going to stop, she knew that. The knowledge of what was coming was overwhelming. More questions, more thoughts, more emotions. Fear, sadness, anger, the weight of how much this was going ******** her life. What the hell did I do to deserve this? Everything cut her mind deeply, the emotions sharp as serrated knives.
The thought lingered, so many others with it too. She wanted to escape this pain. To be invisible and just disappear so that nobody would see. Shame mixed in heavily with these other feelings. Something snapped, broke within her head. Fight back, gotta fight back. Doing her best to spin around she went for the gun. The move startled the man and caused him yell loudly as her turning twisted the s**t out of his hand while yanking his fingers out from within her body. The gun, gotta get the gun. She nearly stumbled over with her legs sort of bound by her own jeans. Recovering a single thought consumed her mind. Tara went for the gun. Struggled with him over it. By chance her eyes glanced up. His face, it all clicked. “Thomas?” she asked in shock but the sound of a gunshot rang out over the backdrop of the rain. Her silver eyes glanced downward, and she touched a hand to her stomach. It was warm and wet. Blood. She’d been shot. The knowledge slowly grew on her, the pain soon followed. Her face contorted into a mixture of shock and confusion.
Thomas looked panicked. He hadn’t meant for this to happen. Just humiliating her would have been enough. Maybe go a little bit further and lose his virginity… but not this. His heart raced, she was bleeding a lot. People might have heard the gunshot. “******** ******** ******** ********.” He shoved her back hard and ran.
Tara barely felt the push, but between her pants and shock from the gunshot she stumbled and fell backwards. Hitting the bottom of the grave hurt. Muddy water splashed up around her but she had basically fallen six feet onto solid ground. Body wracked with pain already she didn’t feel the impact as much as she’d have thought. An overwhelming sense of needing to get home overwhelmed her. Blood continued to pour from her stomach, the red liquid mixed in with the muddy water surrounding her. Her legs… they weren’t working so well. She didn’t know if they were broken or if her spine was injured. A hand tried to grip the side of the grave wall. It just slipped and pulled more mud down with it. She screamed for help but the rain drowned it out. There was no way anybody on the street could hear her cries for help. That didn’t stop her from trying but she began to choke and sputter from the falling rain. It took a long time to bleed out from this kind of wound. It gave her a torturously long time to think. Mainly about her desire to escape this situation. Thoughts of the living hell that would be her life when all of her friends saw those cell phone pictures was torturous. So painful to her mind that it drowned out the pain from her gut. It hurt worse because her stalker, Thomas, had been her childhood friend. They’d lived next to each other since they were kids. She remembered one sunny afternoon where she’d promised to marry him. If her memory was right they were only five years old that summer. They drifted apart in middle school because the boys she started hanging out with were mean to him. True she hadn’t stopped them or even asked them to but why all this? They still talked from time to time, at dinner at each other’s houses. Why did he do all of this? Karma crossed her mind as she lay soaking wet in the mud.
A couple of hours had gone by like this before her vision started to flicker in and out, she felt cold. The realization that she was going to die in this pit was becoming more and more clear. By this point it kind of felt like a relief, that she wasn’t going to have to deal with any of this. No physical therapy. No therapy therapy. No taunting from the other kids at school. If she were to die it’d be a release from the emotional and mental torture as well as this hole in the ground. She’d finally be invisible, free from all those emotional cuts. Her mind went black. Tara Zirnitra’s body would be found the following morning by a cemetery worked named Gregory Adams.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Joseph Foster xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx one / two / three / four
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Jo » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Synner » AGEx/ x 26 » Genderx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Hetero » BIRTHDAYx/ x August 17th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x America, New York » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x America, 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 170 » EYE COLORx/ x Gray » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Slightly more Fit than Average. » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x A scar on his chest.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x An old white suit with signs of wear and use. Scuffed black shoes. Fancy white hat. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x A skintight black body suit with eye mouth and nose openings. A solid white face mask with eye slits. Black Top hat and Suit.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> COMBAT INFO xxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows xxxxxsticks and stonesxxxxwith swords and bows
You are capable of firing off walls of kinetic force that covers a wide swath of area and move with enough force to send those hit flying. These blasts can be projected outward from any part of your body. The maximum range that these blasts can reach is 200 feet. Their maximum size is 50 ft by 50 ft
Reattachment
If parts of your body get cut off, organs fail, or it is otherwise damaged you can replace the parts with those of another human's so long as they're your size. Your own limbs and digits can simply be reattached if the points of severance are touched together. One a body part is in place your power will instantly heal the division and lock the part into place.
Power
Power description here
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Joseph Foster spent several years in therapy after his trigger event. At which he developed a taste for coffee. Joseph's coping mechanism for dealing with the incident was anger. He would often get angry at himself for being weak and scared, but with the therapy he learned to control his temper. He became habitually honest and disillusioned with the Wardens and cape community even as he joined it. Choosing to for the most part remain inactive and try to keep a peaceful life.
Joseph however grew to hate bullying and the belittling of people around him, finding it disgusting that mundanes had the audacity to place themselves above each other, and would occasionally solve those issues with a small bouts of violence. Still at a young age he slowly grew discontent with his simple life. Joseph tries to be a friendly and charming person, finding it easy to listen to the woes of others and always tries to lend a helpful word to those in need. As the discontent slowly grows.
» LIKES
↳ Coffee, Tasteful Skirts, Mecha, Accurate Weather Channels, Suits, Fancy Hats, and Maids.
» PASSIONS
↳ The feeling of Warmth under a summer sun, security.
» DISLIKES
↳ Dark places, Fire, Bad Coffee, Noisy Teens with their weird habits, Collard Greens
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Being Trapped, Outlandish Stupidity, Being Shot, Overt Rudeness, Knee length skirts.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 Starbucks » POSITIONx / x Assistant Manager
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x N/A
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Employee of the Year - Accidental Spilling of a really hot cup of coffee on a Cape. - - - -
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Joseph Foster was born to Greg Foster and Belinda Foster. His father was a mechanic, and his mother died in child birth. Greg raised Joseph as best as he could teaching him a little in the ways of the mechanic. At the age of 11 Joseph began developing a fascination with the Cape community. With each passing year it grew until he was 15 and his Trigger event happened. Joseph became disillusioned with the Cape community and while he awakened to powers he wanted nothing to do with it. He went to therapy for several years while finishing high school and learning a thing or two from his father.
Joseph Graduated highschool and spent a few years in college, picking up a business degree. He stopped going to therapy, and began climbing the Starbucks corporate ladder. After a few years he ascended to a comfy assistant manager position, and spent his free time messing around with his powers in secret. Slowly growing discontent with his life he finally decided to obtain a costume and kept telling himself he wouldn't use it.
» TRIGGER EVENT
oseph grew up in the charming City of New York. His father Greg was a mechanic who barley made enough to scrape by, but Joseph still had a fairly normal childhood. When he was 14, Joseph became fascinated with the Wardens of NewYork, even taking a part time job to pay for some of their merchandise over the summer. His father grew increasingly worried as Joseph became more enamored with Capes, warning his son to keep out of Cape business, and telling him not to go near them. Joseph listened for a while. One day Joseph received a text alert that a Villainous Cape was breaking into a bank just a few short blocks away, and he ran to it.
He arrived on the scene shortly after the Wardens had already arrived. Cops and swat vehicles swarmed the street, with the Heros he admired holding near the front door apparently unwilling to barge in. Joseph managed to sneak past a few of the officers holding back the crowd and crept towards the bank to get a clearer view of the Capes in action. Joseph was sneaking low to the ground between two Swat Vans when he suddenly found himself somewhere else. The stark contrast in sound and lighting confused Joseph for a moment, but as his mind came back to focus he began screaming. Strewn about the lobby of the bank was mutilated human corpses. The sight alone was enough to force Joseph to vomit profusely, and the smell was far worse. He continued screaming in hysteria, as he saw a for a few fleeting moments a figure draped in blood smeared burlap slowly inch towards him from the corner of the room. Joseph fainted, and thanks to the work of the Wardens, he woke up less than day latter. Horrified and changed.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Barry Lincoln xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Clasfication xxx Thinker/Mover/Stranger
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BASIC INFO xxxknowing one self is the first step xxxxthe first step to eternal greatness xxxxxknowing one self is the first stepxxxxthe first step to eternal greatness
» NICKNAMEx/ x Eiffel » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x 27th Legend » AGEx/ x 17 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Bisexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x June 27th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x America, Seattle » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x America, New York City
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxx> PHYSICAL INFO xxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones xxxxxfrom my head to my toesxxxxfrom my skin to my bones
» HEIGHTx/ x 6'6 » WEIGHTx/ x 175 » EYE COLORx/ x Green » HAIR COLORx/ x Dark Green » BUILDx/ x Tall and Weedy » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Pectus Excavatum
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Wifebeaters, sweatpants » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Cobbled together from old cosplay outfits, featuring a green cap with gold visor, green jacket, and black and green 'anime' pants.
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Your thinker power details to you the what the power(s) of a given parahuman does once you know them to be a parahuman. This does not only mean the power witnessed but any powers they possess. It will not tell you weaknesses of theirs and it will not tell you hard information about their limitations, but it will give you a vague sense of their general strength. That is how dangerous their powers could be.
Limited Flight
You are able to fly for short a duration at low speeds. Maintaining flight for more than ten minutes will pose a problem for you and you seem to be capped at 15 mph. However such a power can help you out in pinch with getting across small chasm, or if you are for some reason falling. After you exhaust your flight time you need to rest for at least as long if not more so.
Minor Invisibility
You are invisible so long as nobody is looking at you. Your image will not be captured via devices that use the visible spectrum of light to capture images, aka normal cameras. In addition to this while you are invisible sound that you make is suppressed to the point that people with normal hearing will not notice you unless you are directly on top of them or happen to knock something over.
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Barry is a very competent and capable kid, who used his talents to minor success in a variety of skills. He loved to lead a team almost as much as he loved to crush his enemies. He prides himself in being able to balance and coordinate groups to achieve a goal. Outside of organised competition Barry can sometimes make conflict; he is not one to give up in an argument. He cares very deeply for the people around him, but will sacrifice them in the aim of the greater good. To him the greater good is his continued success.
↳ Competitive gaming, Working with his team, Going to new places
» DISLIKES
↳ Dancing, Beer, Authority
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Being told what to do, Bureaucracy
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Twitch (Or equivalent) » POSITIONx / x Streamer
Coasting
» RESIDENCEx / x Condo (Shared with friends until two split after loss)
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Placed 2nd in the world finals for a MOBA - Semi-Popular Streamer
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» BACKGROUND
Barry was always a good student, and his parents were happy to help him go further and do whatever he wanted to as he grew up. He put his all into a lot of things; baseball, snowboarding, chess, go, and now? He played the #1 MOBA in the world at a competitive level and was leading his team to a number one placement. The grand finals was where it fell apart. His team lost, and it was his fault. Now two of his friends are gone, and the only one left is a recluse. But for all that he lost, he also gained something during that loss. Powers.
» TRIGGER EVENT
This is it, down to the wire. It's 2 all in the final match and you know that you need to make a hail-mary to cinch this win. You relay the idea to your team and receive the alright. You work together to make it a win, but it slips away. You launch back as you think about what went wrong, about how your team needed this win. Your mind is stuck on this moment as the people around you fall apart in front of the crowd. Multi-Trigger. (Other triggers then)
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Momo » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Fractal » AGEx/ x 12 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x May 4th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Unknown » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, Brockton Bay
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» HEIGHTx/ x 4'7 » WEIGHTx/ x words here » EYE COLORx/ x Silver blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Was originally black, but after her trigger it turned a silver and blue hue. » BUILDx/ x Very small and petite. » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ xMomoi always is wearing a jacket of sorts, in attempt to cover the scars all over her arms and back. Her hair is an odd hue, making her stick out among others. And we don't forget her bunny slippers. One of the first things she ever found after she left the lab, she never goes without them.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x write stuff here » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Momoi herself doesn't have a costume, however when she goes into her Breaker Form she becomes a crystal/glass like figure, making her face obscure and unknown.
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Breaker 10 » POWERS
Breaker Form
Your body turns turn to a pristine crystalline "glass" which is hard as diamonds. Parts or the whole of your body can shatter into into blast of shards which reaches out to forty feet away from you. In addition to this you can reform your body when in this state and also incorporate new additions to the form by absorbing glass from other sources.
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Momo is in all respects a child. She is playful and happy, always shining with a smile - however she is not without oddities. She lacks any type of social barriers that others experience growing up. Often failing to understand "why" something happens or accept that it's normal, an example being stealing. She fails to understand the concept of why it's not ok, if she herself wants it more than the other person. Her feelings are somewhat fragile as she is just now beginning to develop feelings such as anger or hurt, causing her to be especially sensitive to insults and such. However this doesn't mean that she's stupid, far from it. She learns and adapts to actual knowledge very well, she just find's emotional responses difficult to grasp.
She is often off in her own world in a way, non understanding of the world around her. The type who would walk around in her breaker form not thinking it was a big deal, until chewed out by an older member of her group. At that point she'd act like any emotionally underdeveloped 12 year old and bawl her eye's out for awhile or until someone consoled her. Despite her odd and aloof personality, she is very quick to attach to someone, as she has very little in terms of emotional stability. Possibly making her ability more dangerous than need be would be the tantrums she could start. Being of the Breaker 10 classification, it's rather scary to be on the receiving end of a Momoi tantrum.
» LIKES
↳ Pretty things, Love and hugs, food, playing(she considers jobs as playing), animals
» PASSIONS
↳ PLAYING!, Emotional support (love, hugs, being treated like family)
» DISLIKES
↳ Screaming, vegetables, water (doesn't know how to swim)
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Hospitals, Doctors, Alcohol smell, sharp objects, not having a last name.
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Undersider - After joins » POSITIONx / x Main member..eventually.
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x Follows the other's wherever they go.
» 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 Backpack █ »x Small panda wallet █ »x █ »x
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» BACKGROUND
As mentioned in Momoi's trigger event, she was a human lab rate in attempt to start a line of case 53's without the horrible side effects. However before they could actually make her a case 53, she triggered and gained her abilities naturally. Her whole life she had lived inside of a glass, being watched from unknown places by unknown people. Once her trigger activated and she was able to make her way out of the lab, she lived off the streets for a year or two before being picked up by officers and attempted to be forced into a foster home. However due to the difficulty of Momoi's nature, she quickly forced her way out of the place and is currently moving around New Brockton, living off the streets. -short i know-
» TRIGGER EVENT
Even from Momo's earliest memories she always seemed to be behind glass, with some type of eye's peering at her from the other side. She never truly understood the reason for this even today, but maybe this was because she was a child. Momo was the first major attempt at production of a man made ability or cape without the crazy side effects of Case 53s. Basic chemicals and compounds were used in an attempt to force out a major emotional response, however the major secret to this was causing events that would naturally cause a trigger event to happen. By the age of 6 Momo had already dealt with more horrible things than probably any her age. She had nearly been drowned, electrocuted and many other things that could be named but alas nothing really happened...or at least that could be seen. All these threats being perceived to Momo from some unknown person or thing on the other side of the looking glass seemed to compound and eventually cause an explosion of emotions. Something like a shook up can of soda.
Momo's intelligence level was far bellow average, but she could understand basic words. Instinctual words that her body just seemed to naturally learn, like food, water, sleep, ect. As one would figure, she never knew her real mother, or even knew what a "mom" really was besides the instinctual value of the word itself. But when the doors opened for one of the first times ever, she immediately knew who that woman before her was. She was beaten and scuffed, her face hardly recognizable to anyone, but beneath all the blood and bruises she still smiled at Momo. Rushing to her mother's arm's Momo would scream random gibberish in attempt to communicate, her emotional barriers she had constructed over the years falling apart in mere moments. But the only thing that the woman said when Momo got close was "NO". Everything else she said muffled out by the sound of gunfire. In a final attempt to cause Momo to form abilities, they gunned down her mother in front of her. The only thing that Momoi could see was the glass flickering slightly from the flash of guns, before everything went dark.
When she awoke everything was shattered and broken, the glass that had eluded her for so long was now gone. The room was tore up and ravaged, yet their was no blood..nor bodies.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Ross Brown xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx TINKER
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Just call him Ross » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x None yet » AGEx/ x 38 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x May 5th, [38 years ago?] » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x USA, Worcester » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5' 10" » WEIGHTx/ x 160 lbs. » EYE COLORx/ x Brown » HAIR COLORx/ x Black, Greying » BUILDx/ x Thin, slight paunch. Some muscle definition. » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Wavy hair. Carries a pocket knife. A bit twitchy, seems constantly hyperaware sometimes. Otherwise almost supernaturally average.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Tends to wear jeans and a t-shirt. Jeans and a dress shirt for work. Has three pairs of shoes. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x None so far. Will come soon.
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Neutral (Willing to do what it takes to provide for his family, excepting murder. Self-defense makes sense to him, but premeditated murder is a line he doesn't want to cross. This might imply Chaotic, but for now he is fully willing to work within the bounds of the law. Has a measure of respect for law enforcement personnel despite a general disdain for government in general.)
You possess a tinker power to create internal devices which are designed to make a person's body more resilient. Examples include bone reinforcement, defensive mesh, trauma cocktails, and ways to stop internal bleeding. However you are limited to defensive measures in a way that prohibits you from creating upgrades that can be used offensively. As well you are lacking in the ability to branch out into other areas of technology beyond this application.
Attention "Sense"
You are able to tell when people are not focused on a task. Allowing you to figure out when their focus shifts, if they're zoned out, or otherwise not able to focus on things outside of their inner thoughts.
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INTJ - https://www.16personalities.com/intj-personality (Thought it would be a good opportunity to use a Meyer's Briggs indicator)
An architect by profession, Brown has a bit of an artistic streak. A perfectionist when he was younger, he has finally learned from experience that deadlines help him to let go of a project that would otherwise continue to consume his time for marginal gains.
Very thoughtful and methodical sort of person. Since his trigger however, he's begun to distance himself further from his estranged ex-wife and not as estranged son. Has a lot of self-doubt that he thought he'd already dealt with. A fact that causes him to second guess himself even more in a vicious spiral.
But he might have a deathwish at this point. Who knows?
More forthcoming on his general sort of voice. I'm trying to pin it down.
» LIKES
↳ Horror/thriller novels, old music, working out, coffee, instant ramen
» PASSIONS
↳ Buildings, the City, his son Hunter
» DISLIKES
↳ Government oversight (not too much, just annoyed by it), whiskey, oak furniture, intrusions on workspace
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Crime, lazy or unfocused people, social manipulations and bullies
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00 (If he’s got a day job, should he have money?)
» AFFILIATIONx / x Rogue Cape / Grey Eagle Industrial Design and Engineering Inc. » POSITIONx / x 3D modeling technician.
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x A flat in New Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Evening News Story: “Drive-by cripples teen student driver”
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» BACKGROUND
Ross Brown never believed his aspirations were very high at all. His father was a lawyer, his mother, a surgeon but he wanted to be an architect. He didn’t care if he didn’t rise above middle class wages, it was what he wanted to do. He made the American dream complete with the white picket fence, a wife and two kids, one on the way when tragedy struck. His older son, Arthur, at ten years old struck dead by a drunk driver who wasn’t paying attention and driving too fast around a residential neighborhood. He blamed himself for not paying attention, or not reacting soon enough, even though the doctors said he was killed instantly. His wife, Eika never did blame him out loud but there was always a rift thereafter, and a lack of trust. Two years later, Ross never found his way out of the pit of depression and he and his wife agreed it would be better if they legally divorced. His depression only got worse and he stopped working out after he lost his job and found a new, crappier one. What was once a happy place filled him with self-loathing and bitterness.
Eight years later, his second son, Hunter, was sixteen and excited to start driving. He was actually good at it, but Ross still got nervous every time they got in the car, agonizing over teen driving statistics, but never really never enough to make him want to cut off this pretense for connecting with his teenage son.
Like a greek prophecy, what came next didn’t completely surprise Ross, but it still shook him to his core. While he was teaching Hunter to drive, they were blindsided by some punk in a sports car. The kid just raced off as Ross came back to his senses.
Ross’s trigger event didn’t do much to help his son other than understand the exact details of what had happened to his son’s body. Not dead, as Ross had feared before triggering, but the boy would be crippled without the use of his legs for the rest of his life. Small mercies that his power provided him the insight and focus to make improvised bandages to prevent Hunter from bleeding to death before the ambulance arrived.
But with these powers, he wonders if he can fix his son’s legs and gain some measure of redemption for his carelessness. As of yet, however, he is unwilling to experiment on his son, although he remains hopeful that he can find a solution in the near future.
More immediately is his son’s hospital bills. The insurance company is only paying a margin of the costs. And while there has been an outpouring of support at the church Eika still attends, it’s not enough to cover the rest.
» TRIGGER EVENT
”You were playing with your kids at the playground. They had a ball and started playing catch. They were doing just fine by themselves so you thought you’d sneak a peek at your phone and see how your friends are doing, then a hobby, then sports. You hear a loud thump coming from the streetside and the immediate wash of guilt makes you sick, but you force yourself to rush over to check if your son was alive but you stoop over his tiny frame only to find out he was killed immediately, the doctors told you. The following months were a blur. You beat yourself up over it and your spouse beats you up over it. Neither of you could take it and you got a divorce. Years later, you’re teaching your second son to drive at sixteen. He’s doing much better than you thought he would. But someone smacks into the driver’s side in his blindspot. You lose consciousness for a few terrifying moments, but when you come to, your son is covered in blood and glass and you can’t tell how bad his injuries are. You can’t even bring yourself to check his pulse, it’s happened again, you think. You trigger as you believe the deaths of both of your sons are on your hands.”
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Linc, Converse » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Burst » AGEx/ x 19 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Heteroexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x June 21 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x United States, Georga, Alanata » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'10" » WEIGHTx/ x 140 lbs. » EYE COLORx/ x Ceruluan Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Black with Blue Highlights. » BUILDx/ x Athletic » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x N/A
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / xx » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / xFace Mask with a two-sided hoodie. ( one side black, the other red )
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You can temporarily create up to two duplicates of yourself which are exactly like you in every way. However they only last for around 1 minute and upon taking any kind of serious injury, wither and die in seconds via turning into moistureless husks and then crumbling. You may have no more than 2 duplicates at any time.
Knockout Gas
You're able to form distorted bubbles on the surfaces of objects that persist for an amount of time before exploding into clouds of anesthetic gas. The larger the distortion the longer it takes to break open. The more distortions there are, the longer they take to break open. After they break open, the object returns to normal. The gas will put someone into a state of sleep so long as they take a breath full. Minor doses will result in numbed sensations. The effect lasts for 5 minutes on its own or the affected person is jostled or moved.
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For the longest time, Lincoln felt alone. He tried to be friendly, but that never truly worked out for him. So he put up walls that kept him from being hurt. Lincoln can come off as cold and passive to many individuals, but if he doesn't that mean his interest are either intrigued or they're just plain dumb. He lacks true social skills and usually ends up being a socially awkward mess.
He doesn't prescribe to the moralities of the world, but yet of his own. If he wants to do good, it's because he feels like it. If he wants to be so called bad, he'll so as he, please. The world is more than a permanent black line in which people cross, but a line drawn in chalk that can be erased and redrawn over and over again.
Lincoln is a survivor and at the end of the day, that's all he cares about. So if he happens to ever care for anyone other than himself then that bond is one he truly cherishes. It's not that he wishes to be a loner, just that he happens to be one.
» LIKES
↳ Doublestuffed Oreos, Music, Sunset, People Watching
» PASSIONS
↳ Being Alive, Movies
» DISLIKES
↳ Annoyances, Bullies, Showboaters
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Humidity, Allegries
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Solo » POSITIONx / x N/A
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x New Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- - - - - -
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█ »x inventory █ »x Cell Phone █ »x █ »x
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» BACKGROUND
Lincoln Converse was born to Carlo and Elizabeth Converse on June 21st. It began the dawn of a joyful age for their family, but all ages must end. When he turned three years old, his father and mother died in an accident caused by parahumans. Not anything spectacular, just a piece of rubble caused them to run into a light pole. It wasn't anyone fault, but their own apparently. So from that day forward, Lincoln lived with grandparents. They made him feel loved and cherished, but the absence of his parents changed something in him. A piece of him had been lost before he even knew it had been there. They hid the nature of his parents' death from him, not wanting him to blame parahumans. So he grew up normal, having some friends here and there. None ever truly remained friends which caused him to push people away. It wasn't until high school where he became the outcast after a failed attempt to be the good guy. It tore him apart on the inside and drove him to isolation, but his grandparents remained there for him. When their death occurred at the hands of robbers, it triggered the awakening of his abilities. Though it didn't make much of a difference since they were dead after all. For a year, he bounced place to place not ever truly feeling safe.
» TRIGGER EVENT
School, so ******** dumb. Two feet traversed down a familiar path, one that led a boring existence. 'The world is a dark, malicious place. You enter this world alone and you leave it just the same. Friends, lovers, rivals, enemies... they all leave one day. The only thing that remains is family. That s**t is the truth. People try to grasp at straws, accept people into their lives and call it relationships, but to be quite honest with ya. It's just a bunch of s**t.' The thoughts of someone who had been hurt one time too many. Lincoln Converse, once a kid like any other, just trying to ride by unnoticed in life. Now, he couldn't even show his face without hearing about some stupid attempt of decency he tried to perform. Who the hell tries to defend someone and only to get pushed away by the person you're trying to help? To literately get pushed away and fall on your face. Was that what it meant to be a... pushover?
Lincoln, lost in thought, didn't even realize he was already home. So close to his safe place that he could smell the apple pie in the oven. His grandparents knew how to make everything better, to make sure that he was better. Though as he climbed the steps to the porch, he hesitated before he could even cross the threshold. The door had been kicked in, his grandmother laid on the floor in front of him with a butcher's knife in her hand. Her eyes were as still as a stone, her blood seeping out onto her favorite rug. There was no time to even mourn or be in shock, the voice of his grandfather snapped him out of it. It was coming from deeper inside the house, but he had to step over his grandmother's dead body. Lincoln couldn't look down, he just couldn't! If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to move.
One foot after the other, Lincoln stepped over his grandmother's body and ran into the kitchen. He wished his eyes lied, but they didn't. The first thing he saw was a big burly man eating a piece of his grandmother's famous apple pie. The second being a man kicking his grandfather over and over again with a big ******** grin on his face.
Anger boiled inside of him, his safe place it was defiled. There was no unseeing any of this, his grandmother, her apple pie being tarnished by an impure soul, and his grandfather being beaten to death. He knew everyone entered the world alone, and hell everyone left it the same way, but right now. Lincoln Converse was done being a pushover, he curled his hand into a tightly wound fist and screamed two words, "Get out!" His eyes determined to fight for his place and he'd be damned if anyone took it from him.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ LUKE ARSENE xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx Blaster / Mover
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Luke » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x ... » AGEx/ x Twenty-Two » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Hetero » BIRTHDAYx/ x Twenty-first of September » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x France, Paris » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, City
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» HEIGHTx/ x 6'2" » WEIGHTx/ x 170 lbs. » EYE COLORx/ x Crimson » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Lean/Athletic » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Just the crimson eyes. » CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / xx » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / xx
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You are able to produce a constant stream of water from your hands that is capable of easily reaching enough force to knock people clean off their feet, slam them into solid objects, and cause internal damage in a variety of circumstances. Your maximum effective range is roughly 150 ft. Beyond that distance your power rapidly loses impact and focus.
Flight
You are capable of flying and can achieve up to 60 mph while airborne. While your maneuverability isn't the greatest, you can navigate winding city streets with a moderate amount of difficulty and if you slow down it becomes fairly easy. When you take flight your legs become shrouded in a smokey vapor that trails behind you for a couple of feet before dispersing.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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
Luke was quite a peaceful and kind person, loved nature and music, kept to himself most of the time since he enjoyed the peace in silence and music, always making little to no friends in most places he went to. His darker side was only revealed once he saw the death of two of his family members in front of him. Breaking the peace within and bringing a monster. Still perceived to be a quiet person even kind at times, but not be fooled he learned to hate the world and the people within it. In his eyes justice needs to be done with ones own hands and in his mind he is the one that will clean the earth from the filth, stopping at nothing .
» LIKES
↳ Music, bright lights, video games, the night, pizza, tea, and the internet
» PASSIONS
↳ Quiet, money, himself, sleeping, dogs
» DISLIKES
↳ Day light, crowds, country music, salad, beer, slow people, and children.
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Being woken up, being looked down on, lag, cats
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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 Future Gravekeeper » POSITIONx / x ...
Part time? Full Time? Temporary? Seasonal?
» RESIDENCEx / x Where you live bro?
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Moved from France at a young age. Luke has always been seen as a stranger or outsider pretty much every school he attended, most of the time being simply ignored or bullied through the days simply for being the new kid in class. Moving from place to place due to his parents type of work in the music industry, by the point that he had already grown used to it, not even the teachers started caring for him. Reaching the point where he would go to classes just for attendance and to listen to music quietly on his seat. The fateful day that changed everything was a rainy one or maybe it was just cloudy he couldn't exactly remember, the event was all a haze inside his mind. The day he lost his father and his brother. One would think that the bullying would stop for at least a time, how wrong he was.
The day started normal with Luke getting to class and sitting with his headphones on ignoring the idiots from his class but it seemed that one of the bullies didn't take the whole ignoring thing very well, picking up Luke by the collar he would shove him making him hit his head on a corner of a table. At this point everything was red, Luke just blew up on the kid and his friends, by the end of everything Luke was expelled and three kids were sent to the hospital.
From that point forward life became quite peaceful for Luke, still jumping from school to school but this time with the story of a angry student following closely behind meaning everyone stayed away. Spending the rest of his teenage years jumping place to place and only being able to stop after finding his own little place to call home.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Running. Running. Blurry vision. Getting harder to breath. Sweating. Running through hell, Luke was sure that it was night but there was light everywhere. Fire all around him. Smoke covered the skies, not even the light from the moon could be seen through it. This day had turned from heave to hell way too fast, it had started as a fun camping trip for his family, simple, marshmallows, ghost stories and whatever was needed for them to have fun. All turned into a nightmare so fast. It was not even their fault. During the night while they slept something happened, something that was not meant to happen. A fight between a cape and a villain had made it's way to the forest, the sounds could be heard, the two could be seen clashing in the sky. Beams of energy hitting trees, punches being thrown but that was the last thing the family needed to worry about right now, smoked started to fill the air around them, darkening the scenery. And as fast as the smoke came so did the fire. surrounding the family like they were its prey. Trees were falling, fire was rising, ash filling his lung, the fight could still be heard in the distance a beam of energy cutting through the trees separating Luke from his family. He could hear his father telling him to run, run for his life, and so he did. The kid ran for his life, the sight was beautifully scary, it was like what he thought Hell would look like, a beautiful world destroyed by flames, everything that was there is now becoming a twisted burning version of itself, nightmarish place, an endless corridor of flame and smoke, it was getting to the point where Luke didn't even know if he was sweating anymore, his lungs were probably pitch black by now but he knew he had too keep running no matter what, for the sake of his family. the beams still ripping through the forest like it was made out of paper once almost hitting him, seemed that whoever was fighting cared not for the damage being caused. Now two things in his mind, running and staying away from the fated battle that could end his life. His body steadily getting used to the fire and heat, the smoke in his lungs seemed to not bother him anymore, maybe it was just his body accepting death or maybe it was just adrenaline trying to keep him alive but he still ran.
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