[CS] Superstition

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Re: [CS] Superstition

Post by Ghostly » Sat Feb 04, 2017 3:17 pm

Zeref, a few things for your characters.

- You cannot create a patch of darkness for vampires, unless you are a god of weather or such. Even Elves, with all their magic, cannot truly control everything. S.I.N would have also cracked down on you of you were changing the world like that.
- You have two psychology sections for Azazel.
- A little nitpick, it's New Heaven, not extremely important.

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Re: [CS] Superstition

Post by God Of The North » Sat Feb 04, 2017 4:33 pm

Ah. Ok, I'll edit that part about the elf
He who sits upon the throne of winter shall find no enemy able to burn fiercly enough to oppose him

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Name: Kreisho Chronos

Age: Ageless

Gender: Male

Class: Demon

Skills: Damage Absorber: The ability to absorb damage and use it as a source of energy, like mana or Stamina. His whole body is riddled with absorbing areas, but the main absorption is on his torso and on his forehead. Reaching a limit of Energy to absorb, he will start to take actual damage after maxing out his energy, leaving him vulnerable until he uses an ability that uses his energy.

Overdrive: This ability allows him to double up his physical and elemental traits for a few seconds for an escape or a large area of effect to get rid of a whole group. As a physical enhancement, he can jump, run and fight faster and higher with the little time he has. It takes a quarter of his energy to use this ability and to maintain it for that little time. This is a manual ability, it does not automatically turn off. If he overuses its limit, he'll go into a Overheat, which will make him slower and weaker.

Ghouls Claw: Like the Whipfist from Prototype or a long ranged grapple hook, this ability summons a ghouls claw to his hand and allows him to grip onto far areas and zip to them. It can also be used as a weapon like a whip or an actual claw. The claw is sharp enough to block against other blades and other claws of its kind. It's one weakness is the back of his hand, where the core is. It's protective layer is hard as Titanium, but if broken, it will remove the ghoul claw for a few days.

Agro: Being a Wraith, his main power is Rage. With this ability, he can enhance his attacks into fiery impacts that have a light explosive outcome. This includes his blades and guns. If he combines Overdrive with Agro, it becomes a Juggernaut like state for that limited time and as a last resort, it can help him get the upper hand in an unfair fight.

Shadow Warp: The ability to use the shadows to travel around an area using only shadows. Similar to teleportation, he can only use shadows as a way to get around without being noticed or to get somewhere quickly. He can use it freely to escape gunfire, phase through an attack or pass through a small gap, but it costs double the energy to do so. He can also use his own shadow as a means of escape, but this costs triple the energy, which is almost 60% of it.

Wraith Form: This is a form he rarely uses, but with a full tank of energy, he can go into his wraith form and wreck havoc for about 30 seconds. The reason he doesn't use it often is that it drains a little of his max capacity, which is something he tries to avoid, since Demons have a hard time increasing they're energy like all the others do. It also uses up all of his energy and deactivates his absorbing capabilities for an hour, making him feel like a regular human.

Equipment: Ying and Yang: Dual Pistols with Black on one and white on the other.

Hellblade: A sword he can summon out of thin air to fight against a group of unarmed enemies. It costs energy to summon, but it returns half the energy when returned to its hidden state.

Succubus' Tail: A hook like weapon on a metal wire that can pull in enemies and can be used a choking device. The wire can thin itself when pressed against something hard enough, so it cuts through.

Direction in Life: Krei has been on a path of Total Carnage and has finally seen his ways after someone made him see the deeds he has caused. He is trying to rid of himself from the ways he did as a Demon, but can't return to hell, due to his betrayal against one of the higher ranked. He is trying to find a way out without having to die for it. Killing is his only way to get answers, since its how he's always done it from the start. He wants to be free. And if he gets what he wants, he'll rid himself of all that he has collected and start a new life with a new name. His original name reeks with murder and savagery, which is why he changed it to Kreisho.

Psychology: Being a Wraith, he has been hard headed from the beginning to end, always wanting to pick fights and to create some kind of scene that gets him the spotlight. In other words, he's a little selfish about his publicity. But not all is basic about him, even demons have feelings for those that seem worthy enough to care about. There is someone that he cares about, since its the person who made him see his ways and woke him up from being a killer with no sense on who is who. He would protect this person during an intense battle and provide with support when this person needed it. Sometimes, he'll help with supplies and ingredients, just so they could make the right potions and enchantments.

On the other hand, he can be a bit cocky when it comes down to a fight. He isn't afraid of throwing in a joke or two when there is a battle in the making. Especially if he's involved, which means the jokes will continue coming like a machine gun on an extended mag. He has a decent amount of intelligence, but can't figure out a simple puzzle, due to his train of thought. Although, he can solve a way to kill someone from an impossible angle, so he's pretty smart in that category.

Appearance: Being a demon, he doesn't have to worry about gaining weight or losing it, due to his capabilities. His skin is light and bright, almost like some kind of model, since he has to keep his appearance convincing to others who might suspect him of things. His eyes are a bright blue and will glow when his energy increases, which is an indicator to those who can pay attention to small detail. He usually wears a vest or a hoodie, depending on the situation. Sometimes a regular attire for a day of non killing. He never really wears armor, but there's a first for everything.

Backstory: Before he fell into hell to become a Wraith, Kreisho was a Businessman who had the best job anyone could ask for, which involved puppies and papers. Mostly puppies, but anyways, on one of his work days, he bumped into a little girl who he didn't see until they made contact. He helped her up and picked up whatever she dropped and noticed something odd about her eyes. He could see a deep fire in them and it made him wonder about what was making that fire. He was so intrigued that he had to find the girl after work to ask her about her eyes.

After work, he found the girl in an alleyway and approached her to ask her a couple questions. When she turned, her whole face was ripped off and her eyes kept the fiery gaze he was interested in. That Fiery gaze burned into his soul and rid of it from his mortal body, killing him instantly as his own soul went to hell. There, before even reaching Limbo, he was chosen to become a wraith, a demon of rage. He was confused, he was afraid, he was angry and he wanted to take his anger out of everything and everyone that isn't a animal. That is, until he met her.

Scene: The blood spurted from the victims mouth, a blade cutting the skin of his neck slowly as it opening like a rubbery tube, blood running down his neck as he was now just vomiting it out, while it just poured from his neck. He was released as his fell to his knees, his eyes on his hands, seeing a large portion of blood on his hands, which made him panic, but he could't say a single word, due to his whole neck being sliced open. He then felt something go through his head and his whole consciousness and spirit left his body instantly as a bullet was put through his skull. The body fell as a man with a white pistol with the barrel smoking and his arm covered in blood, stood there as he watched life go away from the soul. He spoke softly as he knew this was an insult to god and to the devil. "Rest in hell, you fucking pedophile."

When he exited the area of the scene, he cleaned up his attire to keep his cover clean and not suspicious. When he reached the streets of the town, he needed to go and refill his ammo to have enough for the next upcoming event he'll have with that gang, maybe even kill the Boss in the next one. He reached a corner that lead to a street with the ammunition shop nearby, but was stopped when he heard giggling in an alleyway. Looking into the alleyway, he moved in to see what was the source is, only to see a familiar face that he didn't want to see. The girl with the face ripped off, his one true enemy and the reason he was in this state forever.

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Name: Reyna Brikinji

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Class: Alchemist

Skills: Being an Alchemist, she uses both the modern uses of Alchemy and the old ways as well. She will use vials as throwables and use paper traps and enchantments to aid her in battle. Although, she has a bad arm and a bad aim, but somehow hits her target when she becomes clumsy and not focused on what she's doing. She can summon weapons from these paper enchantments, but they always go away after 5 minutes, since her spirit isn't capable of handling them normally like other alchemists.

Equipment: G.B.F.:A gas Mask given by her mentor that makes her immune to any breathable potions and poisons, so she isn't affected by her own mistakes on dropping a sleep potion.

Dragon's Tail: A sword capable of fire damage and causing lots of bleeding to one target if hit in the right spots. She wasn't trained properly in swordsmanship, but has someone who is teaching her the basics.

Spreading Magic: A Shotgun capable of coated shells made with potions and alchemy. It can also shoot small versions of a summoned weapon for enhanced effects and area of damage. The shotgun can only hold 4 shells and has a huge knock back, so she is pushed back or it makes her fall every shot.

Direction in Life: After meeting the Demon that saved her life, she converted him from his demon ways by opening his eyes. From there, he told her that he doesn't want to be a demon anymore, that he wants to go back to a normal life and not one filled with murder and anger. She was determined to help him and gained his trust through this. She is willing to risk her life when he needs it, to get his freedom. One way or another, she will find a way.

Psychology: She is one hell of a kind person and can be a bit of clutz when it comes to complicated instructions that makes her tilt her head. She has helped many people in her life and is willing to help more that come her way. The bad side about her is that its hard to convince her that someone can't be saved, due to signs that show that it is impossible to do anything for them. Another side is her so called, mad side, given her appearance, it is hard to be convinced that she is mad or pissed and her physical abilities aren't the best, so she makes it all cute and moe, which distracts a lot of people. She also has a state where if they call her gas mask weird or creepy, she'll sulk in the nearest corner and stay there for a good while unless someone snaps her out of it.

Although, she has a thing called her sanity that will break when someone starts calling her a mistake and worthless to be an alchemist. When she loses her sanity, she becomes twice as better at what she is doing and goes bat shit crazy on enemies, especially those that have insulted her. Either way, she is a nice girl, when not looking at her bad sides. She also really likes animals and things like that, cause she is a girly moe like that. Did I mention that she is very innocent? Sex jokes go over her head like a speeding bullet, she will never get them, unless explained and will blush like hell.

Appearance: She has the figure of a decent girl who knows what she's eating and has the bust and bosom of any guys dream, although her dress hides her behind well, given that its a skirt like dress and the rest is just thigh highs and a garter belt. Her dress is a pink, like her gas mask, but she will wear normal clothing often, since she doesn't like feeling the wind often. The dress was given to her by her mentor, being an alchemist's attire and can be summoned to her from a shard that was enchanted by her mentor to always give her the dress on command.

Backstory: Starting as an alchemist, she worked for a couple people to get her recommendation up and going to get better and bigger jobs. In several of her jobs, he met another girl who was doing the same thing, seeing her multiple times through certain jobs. One day, she caught her attention and set a day for them to meet. From there, they talked and became friends over some tea and gossip about the other classes. She would meet her often after some jobs or just to get some sweets from her.

One day, she was having trouble with one job when she ran out of potions to use against the enemy, which made her super vulnerable. They didn't want to kill her just yet, they stripped her of her clothing and wanted to ravage her, but someone stepped in and stopped them, tearing them to pieces to save her behind. He also took a blade through the chest to protect her, which made her realize that this wasn't a regular person. After the event, she dressed herself in one of the enemies clothing and followed the male, only to know that he was a demon. She spoke to him and became persistent, only to make him finally open up and reveal to her about something he wanted. From there, they became friends and met when her other buddies weren't around, since some of them can detect demons.

Scene: She tried to throw the fire bottle toward the goon from afar, but only got the result of a low toss that landed nearby and made her flinch and jump back from the oncoming flames. She grabbed another bottle and ran at the goon, only to trip and fall, throwing the bottle in the process, which landed near the goon and froze him in place, the bottle she threw, being a winter class. She got up and saw the goon trapped there, which made her do a celebratory fist pump. She approached the goon and began to interrogate him about a certain someone that she needed to look for.

After getting her answers, she headed to what he said and found the whole place riddled in bodies and guts. She tip toed around the place, her gas mask keeping her from smelling the dead. She went up a few floors to get to the floor where this person was last seen and only found more and more bodies, which meant she was getting closer, since some of them still had some color, which also meant that he was nearby. She ran up a few more flight of stairs, hearing the sounds of fighting above. When she opened the door to the source, there she saw him, shirtless and covered in everyone's blood. "Krei....so you are here."

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Re: [CS] Superstition

Post by Ghostly » Mon Feb 20, 2017 7:30 pm

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Name: Raphael "Raph" Castor, more commonly known by his pen name, R. G. Knox.

Age: Twenty-five

Gender: Male

Class: Wizard

Skills:
Quite knowledgeable in occult arts and supernatural lore from his years of writing science fiction and occult detective stories, always looking for something new to contribute to his series of novels. Unfortunately, occult detective stories have become mundane as the world has been introduced to the supernatural. The brightside is that the lore and magic of his books translate to the real world. While it may not really qualify as a important skill, he did make it to the rank of purple-belt in Sensei Brian's Karate Academy, but stopped pursuing it once he became a writer as a teen. One of his greatest skills is his ability to think and see outside of the norm, finding solutions in the most unlikely places.

Equipment:
Raph prefers to pack light, and isn't a huge fan of guns. However, in his line of work at S.I.N, he's been ordered to carry a sidearm. He is most comfortable with an AMT Hardballer, with a longslide and laser sight, reminiscent of The Terminator (Just another way his geekiness invades his professional life.) He usually carries a beat-up satchel to carry his magical knick-knacks and spell ingredients, the same one that his great-grandfather brought to Europe during World War II. Around his neck hangs an ankh, the Egyptian symbol for life. When he holds it in his palm, and utters a series of Ancient Egyptian prayers, he can heal most bodily injuries, but with a rise in supernatural weaponary, it does not heal everything. He also has a small river stone that is rounded and smooth, although it has been confirmed by D.E.A.D as a magical object, no one knows what it does. While it isn't an object, his arms are tattooed with Ctuhlu-style tentacles extending down his forearms to his hands. He has enchanted the ink under his skin, allowng him to bring forth spells through his hands, and defend himself from magical attacks.

Direction in Life:
When writing as R. G. Knox was his career, he was making enough to send his sister to Yale. But now, with the world in tune with the supernatural, his books are really fiction anymore, that might sound cool, but it's not so good on the wallet. He hopes that working with S.I.N will give him some experiences to chronicle in his autobiography. Deep down, he wants to be like the heroes in his novels, instead of a nerd who's afraid of getting his knees scuffed up.

Psychology:
Raphael has always been comfortable behind a few inches of paper and leather bindings, finding adventure in books, rather than going out to find it. Writing has always been his stress release, and often a therapeutical practice for him. However, he has a hard time taking criticism. He understands that not everyone likes his books, but it hits him hard when someone really says something horrible. To combat this, he only writes as Ronald Gerswin Knox, a fictional writer, living alone somewhere in the Old World. Raph is an avid fan of anything that belongs in science fiction and the occult, and usually spouts pop culture references as a defense mechanism.

When he's around others, he puts up a front as a free-spirited careless guy, but in reality, he has the tendency to judge himself and suffers from occasional clinical depression, seeing himself as a loner and a fake. He uses friendship with his coworkers as a way to get over his issues, but feels that it's better to keep them unburdened. He would rather battle his issues deep inside, rather than let them out and tear him down.

Appearance:
Tall, handsome, and impeccably dressed. Standing around 6' tall, with broad shoulders, his body is neither skinny or extremely muscular. Despite being quite interested in pop culture and the arts, he has the body of an athlete, and masculine features. He walks with confidence, but also awareness for his surroundings. Naturally, his hair is dark brown, but lately, he's dyed the top blonde, and kept the lower half around his ears - and eyebrows - black. His eyes are a purple color, as extended use of magic and the constant magical energy that is around him may have effected his appearance. He prefers comfortability over fashion or class, but can clean up quite well when he is required to wear more than a pull-over and jeans.

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Re: [CS] Superstition

Post by Crazy insane » Wed Apr 12, 2017 2:40 pm

Name: James caffrey

Age: 27

Gender: male

Class: Drifter

Class definition: this race of human was present during the awakening. They recieved the power of mind manipulation, more specifically, the power to plant fake memories or remove them. In one moment a drifter can be a long lost friend, lover, foe, all by planting memories in their victim's heads. They are still humans but with a few physical alterations, drifters eyes are always a dull white, and drifters have a distinctive circle branded on the base of their necks, prompting them to always wear a hoodie.

Class limitations: no drifter knows why but in order for their powers to work they first have to make physical contact, then if they wish for the memories to stay locked in place in their targets mind they need to be within a ten feet radius, if they are farther away their victim returns to a normal state. Drifters cannot use this manipulation on undead or Half-Life creatures, probably because their minds are already too gone. A drifters's powers can be negated by magic or using potions meant to protect the mind.

Class powers: can plant false memories or remove real ones. They become increasingly difficult to focus on in groups larger than three. Can use guns.

Skills: James has a silver tongue, always able to convince anyone of anything. Of course, James cannot speak on topics he knows nothing about, but he's great at improvising. James wishes to seek power so he sharpens his tongue on women and politicians, and where can one find both? At the local bar of course! Around holes in the wall and in women pants are where you can find James on most nights.

Equipment: James deadliest weapon is his powers, however if the situation calls for blood James carries around his laser pistol. As a result of the awakening, humans created weapons that were once thought of as nothing but sci-fi toys. The laser pistol is a common weapon used by lawful organizations to subdue creatures of the night such as wolf's, ghosts, or angels. The laser pistol is roughly the size of a Glock and is 5.8 pounds, to be short, you could carry this weapon in your waistband and be completely uninhibited.

Direction in life: James wishes to control the world by becoming the most famous person in history. Drifters are regarded as untrustworthy people due to their natural powers so they are given a huge disadvantage in life. They are prevented from joining any roles in politics or any jobs in the media for fear of mass brain washing. which is an absolutely unwarranted fear, but then again humanity as a whole isn't really the best at researching the truth behind the unknown. After all, the T.V told them that we were a menace so it must be right!

However, James hopes that through his public work with the D.E.A.D organization, he can prove to humanity as a whole, that drifters deserve a fair shot in life. Also Who knows, maybe James can make his name shine in lights during the process.

Pyschology: James is a cold and manipulative person who'd rather see you die then to inconvenience his plans. Loyalty? James doesn't know the word, he has killed and abandoned countless people on his encounters. As a result, James is rich, but money is not enough for him, no James wants power over men, land, countrys and there is nothing he isn't willing to do to achieve his goals. However, there is one exception to this rule, James refuses to leave a women behind, even the mere thought of hurting a lady is sickening to him. This is not to say that James hasn't faced female opponents before, but James always tries to find a way to take her down mentally rather than physically. James is in no way chivalrous but he hopes that in some way that this small act of kindness will deliver him to a good afterlife, which isn't an unusual thing to think about, what with the appearance of angels and demons convincing the masses of humans that there is a heaven and hell.

Appearance: average. That's all that can be said about James and he loves it that way, because his line of work requires him to blend into the crowd and appear in the shadow of his targets. However, if you were to get a good look at his face you'd say that he had pretty forgettable features. He wasn't handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. Yes, everything about him is average, except for a pair of dull white eyes that sat on his face. If you saw him on the rare occasion he took off his hoodie you'd see a circle that is branded on the base of his neck. Aside from those two deviants, James is really just a background character, something​ no one pays any attention to, but you know what? It just makes James dreams easier to achieve.

Backstory: James loved his family and his life of course that was before the attack. On a cold and murky Autumn morning he and his family were talking in their house, what about, James doesn't remember, what he does remember is that at precisely 11:46 am a vampire came and ripped his family to ribbons. His father and older brother tried to fight them off but bare fists were cruelly overmatched by sharp teeth. James ran from the house and as he ran he heard the agonizing shrieks that were unmistakably his mother's then later, his sister's. The vampire chased him as he tried to run to anything that could offer safety, of course with its supernatural speed and James being 12 it caught up to him, it lifted him up by his shirt collar all while James kept slapping its arms in a futile attempt at escape. As James was struggling he felt a tugging in his mind something that was bright, he didn't know​ it at the time but it was a memory from the vampire, all James knew was that he saw magical images go in and out of his mind and he grabbed one. It appeared to be of a tiny vampire that was looking directly at him nothing but a child, James struggled with the vampire while still holding on tight to the memory. The next thing James knew, he was being hugged by the vampire, it was crying saying that James was his son and asking how I could have wondered off so far from the pack.

James was weirded out to say the least but he had a new problem to deal with, instead of being killed by this vampire he was going to be taken to a whole pack of them to be shared as an appetizer. James didn't know what previously happened, but he tried to replicate it, pretty soon thousands of bright lights flooded his vision burning the bright blue out of them and creating a dull white. James screamed from the pure agony from his eyes being burned and from what felt like a molten hot rod being pressed to his neck, his new vampire "father" tried to ask what was wrong, clearly showing concern, however the boy didn't care and continued to look until he found the right one.

This memory was completely different, instead of a happy warm picture like the last one, this one showed a man sitting on a throne made of human bones and James was kneeling before him. James grabbed on to the memory and held it tight. The vampire nearly jumped out of his own skinned and bowed before James and repeated apologies after apologies saying that he was wrong for ever trying to hurt him and some evil spell must have had been used to make him hurt his king. James got up and and spoke, but it wasn't his voice he heard, he heard the voice of a monstrous beast. "All will be forgiven if you leave me to think of your future punishment and be quick about it, you incompetent fool" the vampire got up and ran back the way he came until he was no longer visible. With the vampire gone, James could no longer see the orbs that just moments ago were all trying to be the center of attention and when he spoke it was in his normal voice "fuck". James ran to the nearest city and from then on, he would forever be known as the drifter.

Scene: James leaned against a pillar of the library chewing gum and trying to blend in with the teenagers that gathered there, needless to say he loathed every second of it. There was hormones leaking all over the place, jail bait girls wearing skimpy outfits that left little to the imagination were hanging off of guys wearing tight jeans that did the same thing. However, James needed to stay close to his target, a rich 46 year old man that enjoyed the attention of little girls, James looked at the two he had clinging to him and thought, not little girls, but I doubt he would want an officer to appear now. James shifted as his targeted started to move from his seat, while the girls seemed disappointed, I was thanking my lucky stars.

James followed close behind until the man left the library. Now it's time for work, James closed the distance and grabbed the man's shoulders. James eyes lit with hundreds of familer, yet foreign orbs of light, James focused hard on all the memory's that flowed past his vision and decided that none would suit his purposes, so he made a light. In this light shine two honorable soldiers fighting side by side, laughing at death itself as they fought for not only themselves but also for the other, something from a book he read once.

James backed off and smiled at the target "ah, it's a miracle to see you here, I was beginning to wonder if you bailed on me". The target looked at James with familiarity and smiled back "forgive me Joseph, I must have forgotten our meeting, but I haven't forgotten you" James smiled and laughed "good, I would have been sad if you didn't remember how many times I saved your ass in the zeing-way war" the target chuckled and said "I saved you too, you blabbering tub of lard" James lead the target to a secluded spot while still talking "blabbering lard! Look at you, there was a time when you could climb mountains in just an hour, now it looks like you can eat a mountain of burgers in an hour!" The target smiled, not knowing that they were now standing in a deserted ditch, too focused on the stream of memories that James kept feeding him "hey! Come on Joseph, didn't I tell you that I would enjoy my civilian life as much as possible" jack smiled as he pulled out his gun and fired a clean shot to the targets head "that you did, that you did".

Jack smiled as the women handed him his reward. "Thank you James, I didn't actually know if that monster could die". James laughed and looked through the money in his hand "it doesn't matter how much money a person has, if they raped a women, they need to die, I'm just sorry that I can't kill the judge he bribed during your trial". The girl and him shared a few more words and eventually James left. He looked at his watch and said "damn, if I don't hurry, I'm going to be late to join D.E.A.D, and first impressions are everything" with that jack fixed his hoodie over his eyes and ran to the nearest D.E.A.D owned building

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Re: [CS] Superstition

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Re: [CS] Superstition

Post by Crazy insane » Wed Apr 12, 2017 10:55 pm

My enochian is a bit Rusty,

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Re: [CS] Superstition

Post by MattieD » Sat Apr 15, 2017 1:43 am

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Name: Quincy Ravenswood, or just Q

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Class: Psychic

Skills:
Apportation: ability to undergo materialization, disappearance, or teleportation of an object or individuals. Increasingly difficult dependant on number of people/size of object

Psychokinesis – The ability to manipulate objects by way of extrasensory perception. Q's Psychokinesis is among one of the strongest and it worries him of how dangerous it can be.

Levitation – The ability to undergo bodily uplift or fly by use of Psychokinesis on one's self

Telepathy – The ability to transfer thoughts mentally through extrasensory perception

Equipment: Cell phone, Scarf, jacket, hat, wallet, loose change.

Direction in Life: To prove to himself he can be a hero or more than just a sideshow act. He also wants to help out others.

Psychology: Q is a goal focused individual who at first can come off as a taskmaster who cares little for fun, but that's not true. Deep down Q longs for approval and has found that completing a task is the quickest way to earn it. He longs to be carefree and sometimes acts on this, often in his own mind. He can be quite delusional at times holding the belief that he is D.E.A.D's best agent or the hero of D.E.A.D. He worries sometimes of how dangerous his powers can be and how easily he could take a life, It's why he does minimal field work.

Appearance: Frail would be an accurate description of Q's build, not ever having to really lift anything heavier than a phone has left little development to be had for his muscles. You wouldn't typically think of him as an agent of D.E.A.D or really anything outside of a student or a book worm.
He has shaggy black hair which he normally tucks away under a pageboy cap. He also often wears a deep blue plaid scarf that accentuates his lonesome deep blue eyes.

Backstory: Born into the Ravenswood household to parents Lucius and Lila Ravenswood. Quincy, or Q as he preferred to be called, grew up reading everything he could get his hands on, finding the pros of Arthur Conan Doyle to be among his favorites as well as stories involving heroes uncovering the villain's plot. He was home taught having tutors and other teachers brought in from around the globe to teach about history, culture, and others from the academic colleges. This lasted into Q's teens before the Ravenswood name lost its standing and place in the upper society, a series of bad investments and acquisitions left the family out in the poverty ridden streets of New Heaven. Making what scraps he could bring in Q gained a reputation for looking out for the vulnerable and oppressed.

By the time the Awaking occurred Q was in good standing with the majority of the surrounding neighborhoods. He was granted Psychic abilities starting off with Psychokinesis the grew and developed over the course of two years until his father desperate for money decided that selling his son was an option. With his abilities growing, Lucius sold Q to a local carnival to use his talents as an act for them. Q was unsure how his father talked his mother into the deal but to this day he has a suspicion that he had some sort of ability to charm her. He stayed with the carnival developing his skill until one fateful night there was a different kind of talent scout in attendance.

Now 25 he had developed several more abilities but the one that always stood out was his Psychokinesis, his ability to effortlessly lift large objects was what caught the attention of D.E.A.D Agent Elliot Allen. After taking an assessment test he was allowed to join the ranks of D.E.A.D He hopes that with time people will stop seeing him as a sideshow act and recognize the good he can really do. Two years forward and he is considered a top agent and has taken on several high-profile cases involving interspecies relations.

Scene: Quincy woke up early, he liked heading out before the sun rose for the day. Wrapping the scarf his mother had given him for the last birthday he saw her, and placing his favorite cap on his head he stepped outside. He started locking his front door thinking out loud. "Things had gotten much darker around the city of New Heaven since the awakening, Demons, Vampires, rogue Reapers. Yes, sir, the world was looking like it was on the brink of collapse, That is until D.E.A.D Agent Q showed up and started making this city a better place..." A voice chimed up from behind him an elderly woman perhaps in her 80's, Millie was the owner of his flat he rented out. "You keep talking to yourself, the Hero New Heaven needs will need a new home." She continued walking down the hall to her room. He let out a weak chuckle "Good one Millie."

As he stepped out into the cool morning air he pulled the scarf up over his nose and mouth rising into the air without hardly a second thought. As he floated through the air he looked over the day's assignments thinking which he would be better suited for. "Oh, an interrogation of a Nosferatu suspected to be involved in unauthorized feedings. I suppose that I could lend a hand with that." He vanishes from the city's skyline and appears at D.E.A.D HQ he could appear at his desk but that tends to cause commotions. As he makes his way upstairs to his desk he nods politely at other members, he places the other files in his drawer from across the room with Psychokinesis and heads to the interrogation room. Flashing his badge he takes a seat across from the individual. "Mister Lestat, Darius Lestat is it, hello my name is Q I will be handling the investigation that you seem to be involved in. Be advised under the D.E.A.D enforcement code article 24 in section 19 subsection 3 any attack on an agent of D.E.A.D will be met with an accurate response by that agent.

After a few minutes of awkward silence at every question of the Nosferatu and its feeding patterns, Q grew tired. "Darius I believe I've been civil in all this and you seem to have some sort of loyalties to the higher ups, let us see here." He pulls up the sleeve of his jacket looking at his watch, "Ah yes see here Darius the sun has risen, would be a real shame if I had to relocate you outside. What with your complexion you would shrivel up in a matter of minutes, no?" With a snap of his fingers, both individuals and the interrogation table were relocated to the roof of the building before another snap and they were back. "So let's talk..." Several minutes later he handed off several new leads to his supervisor before heading to the roof for a quick coffee break. He would often take breaks up there to think about things like the awakening or his family.

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