Masked, Reboot

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Masked, Reboot

Post by CinnamonBones » Tue Sep 01, 2020 11:04 am

"Hello? Is this --orking? This is Pyro, in Chicag-- under attack. I need help --ever can make it. Again, this is-- in Chicago."

The message spread through the internet like wildfire, catching the eye of many popular bloggers, who boosted the video. Soon, everyone in the US had seen the superheroine's plea for help. The Cape community of supers passed it among themselves; anyone who's city was safe and who wasn't currently participating in the events in Brooklyn was encouraged by The Wardens to go to Chicago to help defend it against the unidentified enemy.


You, a Cape, have taken it upon yourself to leave your city in the hands of your capable sidekick/partner and make the trip to Chicago.


Chicago, Outskirts, July 27th 2015


It was evening, cool, and as always, windy. The breeze whistled through the broken windows of the abandoned warehouse that stood roughly a mile past the city limits. It's peeling paint and graffiti covered walls stood proud despite disrepair. This building had no intentions of going anywhere.

That was why Sulfer and his division used it as a base, of course. Isolated, strong, and defendable. The skylights had long since been boarded over, and there only stood two large doors. Impossible to enter any other way. This was the place where they did the worst of their crimes, where they performed the experiments that allowed their high tech weapons to exist.

This was where they took Witch. They had gotten into an altercation earlier with the gifted telekinetic Cape, and had managed to incapacitate her for just a moment. It was more than long enough to tie her down and place the constricting band around her head. It couldn't stop her telepathy, but it could prevent her from manipulating matter. The band disconnected the powers from her emotions through the use of a highly adaptive metal, therefore making her incapable of accessing them. The glare she gave them crackled with her locked power as they carried her away.

That was hours ago, however. The chair she was currently tied to was cold, unwarming against her frigid skin. Her head had begun to spin from the piercing noise emanating from the box they had locked her in with. The little black box was too far to touch, and she still wore the band so she couldn't break it. The sound was so high pitched that her ears had begun to bleed, her eyes heavy from the oncoming faint. There was a click, and then relief. The box was off. Her head began to clear almost instantly, until the door opened. The scruffy ginger who walked in, Malachite, was the right hand man to Sulfer. He unbound her from the chair slowly before yanking her to her feet and pushing her toward the door. He seemed to be restraining himself, his jaw set as he gestured for her to move. Not wanting to spend anymore time near that deathly box, she stumbled out the door, only to wish she could go back in.

Standing in the open room were several people, including the tall blonde that was Sulfur. His eyes seemed to glow lightly, and a haze rose from his skin as he gestured to the machine and back to several of his followers. Each one was disfigured in some way, ranging from lightly tinted skin to extra long frames due to hollowed and stretched bones. They belonged mostly to the class of Mutants, unlike Sulfur, Malachite, and Witch herself. Though they were gifted, their gifts didn't affect their appearance, causing them to be in the Super class. If only it was constricted to classe, but they were divided beyond that. There was the faction The Wardens, which both she and her partner Pyro were a part of, and the faction Obsidian, which everyone else in the room belonged to.

Attention seemed to settle on her as the door shut behind Malachite. A wicked grin grew on Sulfer's face as he threw his arms open in a welcoming gesture. "Witch! Ah, my favorite little Super. How niiiice of you to join us. Come, sit down, you must be exhausted after coming out of that room. I hear that box can cause some hearing issues. Can you hear me alright?"

While he talked, he strolled up to her, taking her arm and leading her to a wooden chair near the machine. He shoved her, hard, to make her sit down. Almost immediately, a bar wrapped over her chest, clasping her to the chair. He happily walked, nearly skipping, over to the machine. One of the Mutants came up behind her and began to stick wires to her temple, running them parallel to the band. She felt an immediate sense of danger as he did, her eyes widening as her mind went into overdrive trying to think her way out. She didn't have the kind of physical strength that her partner had. She couldn't manipulate people. She couldn't talk her way out. She felt frustrated as the machine whirled to life, monitoring her vitals as Sulfer came back into view.

"Now. This machine monitors your brain waves and your vitals. Do you know why I hooked you up to this, lovely Witch?"

"Is this punishment for not flirting back with you when you hit on me? Because if it is, you might understand why I would rather date a crocodile." Though her voice came out dry and sarcastic, there was a slight waver, a barely noticeable hitch of panic that Sulfer caught onto. He tapped her chin and laughed as he stepped back.

"No, no. But that might've been why we decided to test our new friend on you. You play hard to get too well. You and your little Warden buddies." The rest of the crew seemed to step away as well, nervous. There was a twenty foot ring around her before someone stepped forward. He appeared normal enough, with dark reddish hair and tired grey eyes. Except for his face, all of his skin was covered. He took a few steps toward her with a sigh as he pushed his hands from his sleeves. The sense of impending danger increased until her mind was screaming out, begging those around her to set her free. Her voice echoed through the group's minds, but they ignored it. "This guy's name is Transfer. He picked it himself. I think you'll find him fascinating, Witch."

His hand slightly touched her face, cupping the sides of it as his eyes slid shut. There was nothing, at first. And then-

She screamed. Her lips fell open silently as her mind screamed. A loud piercing shriek echoed outward, filling the building and then pushing outward toward the city. It blanketed the buildings and sank down, briefly touching everyone around for miles before abruptly cutting off with a 'shkk'. The same noise seemed to fill the room as Transfer pulled his hands away. There was silence as Witch suddenly gasped in the air, her eyes unfocused. And then...

"It is done. She is done."




July 30th

"WITCH!! WITCH, ANSWER ME!" Pyro flung herself higher into the sky, the air current under her pushing her up further. She had been calling for hours. Ever since she had heard the faintest cry in her mind yesterday night, she had seen neither hide nor tail of her partner. Something was incredibly wrong. It was almost as if the presence of her was gone entirely. Since they had met, Witch had been a constant presence in her mind, hovering on the edge. She'd hear whispers throughout the day, little nudges of support. It was calming, relaxing to the high strung Super.

And now it was gone.

The panic that filled her was overwhelming, and it was causing her powers to flare up. She would randomly cause trees to catch fire, she superheated rooms, and anything meltable melted in her presence. When she had encountered a criminal on the street, she was ruthless. Her hammer swung at a crippling speed into knee caps and shoulders, incapacitating people before ordering any bystanders to call the police. Then, just as quickly as she had arrived, she'd be gone. As soon as news of her "no shits taken" altitude that evening had spread, the streets seemed to empty.

Nothing left to distract her from her search.

... But Witch was nowhere to be found.


August 25th.

The camera wouldn't turn on. "God DAMN it!" She slapped a gloved hand to the side of the device and it flickered to life. She hastily connected it to the computer before she began to speak earnestly into it. "Hello? Is this thing working?"

The red light flickered and the uploading process began. She wasted no time. "This is Pyro, Cape 265, in Chicago. My partner and I are under attack. I need help, please, whoever can make it. Again, this is Pyro, calling for help in Chicago from any Wardens out there." The camera died soon after she finished once more, but she had gotten enough. She knew her voice was frantic, and she watched as the last percent on the upload bar finished. After the message "Upload Complete" showed, Pyro quickly scorched the laptop, frying everything inside it. The sound of footsteps behind the door at her back made her jump to her feet. She had just thrown the window open when the door was thrown opening. Behind her, the masked auburn super reached his hands out as he ran toward her. Without a second thought, the girl threw herself out of the window, taking flight on her hot air currents.

At least, now she knew.



The year is 1977, and a force that could only be described as a nuclear explosion is felt across the world. Governments go into red alert, thinking that a new world war is about to begin. They are stunned to discover that no bombs have been dropped, no plants have gone into meltdown, and there have been no test drops in the ocean. In fact, it is not the world governments or militaries who inevitably find the answer- It’s a twenty-seven year old scientist in Lanchester.

The Event, as we call it, turned out to be the opening of a microscopic worm hole of sorts over the pacific ocean, which had immediately collapsed in on itself and dispersed a wave of radiation and particles across the globe that affected all living things. That effect, while not strong enough to alter existing life, was just enough to drastically alter new life. Dr. Amelia Rodgers would go on to be a leading expert in the new field of science opened up by The Event that day. She would regard it later, in her retirement speech, as having been an extraordinary day for her, as she not only discovered a new field of exploration, but was also given the world’s greatest niece. The Event just so happened to coincide with the day that her niece was brought into the world.

In fact, it happened roughly three seconds prior to the birth of the unironically named Justice Rodgers, the first ever documented child born with superpowers. The room had glown as bright as a star when she was born- literally. Her ability to create, bend, and manipulate light would go on to be incredibly well documented, given her position as the founder of the superhero league The Wardens. Though her parent’s and the British government tried hard to allow her to live a normal life, she had always had aspirations of being “just like Superman”. Though other children would eventually turn up, also gifted, Justice would always be regarded as the first, the best, the brilliant.

Somewhere on the other side of the world around the same exact time, in a small town in Nevada, USA, her antithesis was also born. Theorized to be the child of two chronic drug abusers, possibly abused as a child, and known to be incredibly lethal, he would go on to be the first anonymous powered villain in recorded history. He wouldn’t start his reign of terror for more than a decade, and to this day, he still has no identifier other than that of Obsidian, so chosen for his shadowy, unexplainable powers. If Justice’s powers were light, his were darkness- he has been documented using them in a number of creative ways, including obscuring all images of himself, his accomplices, blinding police, creating impenetrable fogs, etc.


At the World Summit in 1991, Justice strode into the room in a sparkling white dress with a cape strapped to her shoulders. The 14 year old girl proposed to the group of world governments that she be allowed to start a superhero league, one that would serve alongside police forces across the world, aiding in their now extreme workload. This, of course, was laughed off, and she was removed from the floor.

The first time.

By the time she returned to the Summit, four years later in 1995, they were much more inclined to listen to her, and the five Capes who had accompanied her there. The sudden and dramatic rise in Cape population across the world had come with something that the police forces just weren’t equipped to handle- super powered criminals. As many children that there were who wanted to be superheroes there were children who had turned to crime, and there existed no weapon that could disarm them. Shooting children, even super powered monsters, was still not looked upon well.

So it was in 1996 that The Wardens initiative was started- Any Cape over the age of 16 could apply (with parental approval of course) to join the new training and deployment program that Justice had started. She herself was stationed in NYC, the same place that Obsidian had made camp in. The idea was, and still is, that children with powers could apply for training in the combative use of their abilities alongside police, scientist, and other Capes in order to create a secondary policing force that would adhere strictly to the country they resided in’s law enforcement policies. They would then be deployed to a city that had a particular trouble with powered criminals. This ranged from singular opponents, gangs, cartels, to the occasion league that arose.

Today, in the year 2015, The Wardens are considered one of the world’s strongest deterrents against criminals. The crime rate in the majority of countries they worked in dropped by 5% to 20% in the last two decades, while the powered crime levels remained roughly equivalent. In the past year, however, something has changed, and the crime rate, especially in the USA has jumped up a significant percentage. In order to combat this, The Wardens have equipped the police with New technology to help them fight when a Cape isn't readily available.

While this greatly deters vigilantes as well, they do tend to pop up in major American cities still. It appears to be a strictly American phenomenon in general, as few are known to have ever been active outside the states, with the exception of Leona of France, Jeanne d'Arc (her partner), and The Watcher of Britain, all three well known for their extreme tactics.


Named after its founder, this crime organization started in 2010, when Obsidian decided he was tired of just creating generalized mayhem. He set up base in Manhattan, and recruited a dozen of the worst criminals in the USA, placing them in key cities around the states with very clear instructions- Make them all suffer. Not much else has been made clear about their philosophy, their structure, their anything. Their tactics vary from city to city, and their balance of Mutants to Supers is even unknown. Unlike The Wardens, they don’t operate in the light.

In Chicago, this gang has rooted deep, setting up drug trafficking with mob-esque tactics. The division's head, Sulfer, has the largest recruitment that the Warden’s have observed in their studies. He has rapidly doubled his numbers over the last few years, and now served as the main transfer point of contraband, drugs, and weapons in the Northern states. However, with the sudden bombing of Brooklyn, and the subsequent fallout, most established Capes had to aid in the search and rescue procedures, leaving the two young, but gifted Capes Pyro and Witch in charge until their return.


The Event caused two separate kinds of alterations to the human race; physical mutations, typically unaccompanied by a fancy power, causing an incredibly diverse list of potential physical abnormalities. The Church, initially, claimed they were Satan’s touched one, as opposed to Supers, who were gifted by God. This was quickly disproven, but not before some… unfortunate incidents occurred. There was a sudden influx of Mutant children at hospitals and churches across the world, with notes attached to their blankets or clothing saying that their parents were surrendering the children due to an inability to care for them. Governments quickly stepped in to try and dispel any stigma around the new Mutant children- comparing them to have queer children, albino children, and after a few years, the abandonment slowed down.

In the states and in England, multiple kind benefactors opened “schools” and homes for Mutant children. They were rarely adopted out of the system, so the two country’s governments allowed and even backed these facilities. One or two ended up being sinister underneath, but for the most part, the homes and schools were safe, prosperous, and turned out rather well adjusted children.

Supers, on the other hand, were regarded almost like gods brought to Earth- special academies opened for them, with emphasis on educating the children on how to control and best apply their powers. The Wardens frequently recruited from these schools, seeking out high powered individuals.

Their powers fall into the following classifications; Enhancements, Manipulations, Magical, Mental, Physical. Every child’s power would be tested and examined and classified. The Wardens keep records of all their Capes with these qualifications. There were many sub categories, such as empathy, destruction, constructs, generation, spatial, etc, but they all are considered attachments or modifiers to the five base power types.

The resulting differences in their acceptance by society has ended up exactly how you think it might. Most Mutants view Supers as privledged, spoiled, wanted, and themselves as the scum of society. There's a lot of discrimination against drastically presenting Mutants, regardless of how small their mutation actually is.


Brooklyn, 2015. A Super by the name of Atomic goes off in the suburb, causing an explosion the likes of which hadn’t been seen in decades. It’s fallout is compared to Hiroshima, and entire parts of the coast have fallen into the ocean. This is currently an active event, and as such, most established Capes in the US have been redirected to provide aid and apprehend Atomic.

Moscow, 2012. A prison full of dangerous Supers is released in Russia, including a few who are still at large. Prisons like it are made illegal, due to the unauthorized testing and experimentation that occurred inside it’s walls. The situation is considered a huge blunder, and The Wardens deny ever knowing of its existence.

Queensland, 2011. Australia falls under the control of the Super Theodore Hespeth, who’s powers would later be referred to as “Absolute Decay”. He wages a war against the forces sent to apprehend him, destroying much of the city of Queensland in the process. He is finally restrained by the Warden Lilian, who used her telekinesis to avoid touching him, and thus avoiding activating his powers.



You can add more to this, if you want, and be as long as you want. But this is the bare minimum I'm requiring.

Name:
Alias:
Faction:
Age:
Abilities: (Be creative, or if you’re having trouble, please refer to the Superpower Wiki for examples, ideas, etc. Please structure their powers according to the five basic power types and whatever subclass you like. I may ask you to adjust it if it seems wishy washy, inconsistent, or not detailed enough.)
Non Powered Abilities: (Every cape needs an accompanying skill set. Here’s where you put that. Do they have good detective skills? Can they pick locks? Do they know martial arts or boxing? Are they good undercover agents?)
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory


Hi. So, if you're reading this, you've hopefully read everything else first. This is like, version three or four of this rp, this time, with lore included! I'm here for any questions you might have, to dish out additional lore as needed,etc. Please know, I am working with psuedo science here, not real science This is def comic book science, lol. I'm not expecting Nobel Peace Prize levels of research, just some effort and a cool concept. I'm looking to get between 5 and 8 people, and you can be a member of Obsidian, though I will be accepting only two or three max for that faction, mostly due to the minimal impact they'll have early on. The story will be 80% Warden/vigilantes, 20% Obsidian. Please keep that in mind.




I like to look at you from a distance I like when you scream in my face
Afraid to say the right words in the right order, So they make sense to a person with such grace
What if my dreams dont become reality? Is my life just a big mistake? Will I be happy for the times I had?
Or would I reconsider and recalculate?
I wanna be heard, but leave no trace
I wanna be seen, but take no space

Read my not-a-fanfiction thread!

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Re: Masked, Reboot

Post by Azra » Tue Sep 01, 2020 6:34 pm

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TAZER
Eternally Sparking Personality
TAZER!
Name: Ellie Ktric
Faction: Warden
Age: 21
Height: 5'9
Weight: 119
Hair Color: "Blue and glowy"
Eye Color: Glowy and blue..which is totally different then above
Powers:

Lightning Body!: "I am the charge in your phones! The power of your homes! The uh...what else rhymes? Gnomes? Shocking gnomes doesn't sound good. Sorry right uh okay. My body is lightning, a enhancement one might classify it. Point is electricity is flowing through me, it makes me SUPER FAST, maybe fast as lightning? Perception and other senses is boosted to make me able to function at those speeds. I can as well sense electricity, sounds meh I know but it's actually pretty useful. There's currents in so much stuff even you! I can feel yo...sorry I've just been told not to finish that sentence. They're telling me it sounds creepy. I also can fly and don't need oxygen necessarily just to stay charged. Lastly I heel in thunderstorms to almost perfect health despite some of the wounds I may have suffered."

Lightning Control!: "That which I am I control! Lightning is in my soul! And ugh damn it I can't think of some theatric way to keep up a rhyme. Point is I can manipulate electricity, it's hard to say if that's in addition to the "enhancement" or more just being split into two sections here for clarification sake. Obviously can only do it in part because of what I am. As for what it allows, well casting LIGHTNING! I zap! I uh charge! I discharge! I get struck by lightning for a boost or let others get struck!"

The Simplified Version?!: "So apparently SOMEONE thinks that's to much personality not enough clarification so here goes. Electricity runs rampant in my body allowing me to move fast, fly and use electricity for better senses and attacks. I can recover to near perfect health in thunderstorms. This comes with a downside though."

The Downsides: "I'm lightning, I don't really need "sleep" or oxygen stuff like that. But the body can only store so much energy. I need to at times recharge, I have usually a two day limit before the body runs out. This can run thinner though the more intense the battle."

Abilities:
Fight Good?: "Given speed even without training I had a lot going for me. I may only punch like a boxer but that punch is like A MILLION TIMES FASTER...sorry I'm being told to clarify its just incredibly fast I shouldn't exaggerate. Point is my body helps me endure what I do and the speed can make that painful for others. This use was further made the most of as I was taught Kung fu...look man I don't know the exact number or names. I'm not trained like Batman but I can fight! And when you can move like me that fair amount is plenty useful.
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Trained Detective...not my best grades in that class: "The school tried to teach me a lot on detective stuff. I'm not the greatest at it but I really liked photography of the scenes to then try and put together. As well as trying to identify the patterns, be it the method of attack or blood splatter there's a sort of cycle to things. A puzzle there to put together that I find soothing."

Questionable History...: "My ex fiancé was Massacre Masseuse who was put into the prison in Moscow...you know the one. A break out was there in 2012. Well I worked there for a time hoping from 2011-2012 that I could salvage the relationship. Because of this I also came to know a lot of the villains and what they did. So I know the criminal workings some and a few faces in those circles. Swear I'm not a villain though! Never Ever!"
Personality: Electric! Sporadic! Lively!...totally not a rambling mess. HEY! Don't look to that guy in the corner! These suits don't know me."

Backstory:
Back in 1996 Ellie was born and half the power in Phoenix Arizona went out as one hospital room glowed as if lightning was trapped inside. So early on people knew she was a super. She spent much of her life in schools learning her abilities and helping her stay focused on her studies. As Ellie really wanted to be a hero, but she often times struggled with keeping focused. It didn't help that she struggled with sleep her entire life. Even being who she was she did need to recharge, some equivalent to sleep. This may be a part of why her personality is how it is. Over time Ellie and her care takers did find something that helped though.

Puzzles, Legos and eventually things like photography helped it seemed get her to at least sit down and get a charge in her properly. It gave a sense of direction for her some might say scattered mind. Her apartment in Miami is filled with finished Lego sets, framed puzzles and photos specifically of crime scenes she is at the time trying to piece together. Most of her history is not unlike any other, an academy hero work, eagerly looking to be a warden. Until 2010.

She was sixteen at the time when she ran into seventeen year old Madalyne Massagere, a woman who was all cold resolve. They grew close and in Florida slowly a serial killer of super abilities began to surface. Someone who could control metal, but it was curious it seemed as if the metal used had to be of a certain weight. As the investigation continued it almost seemed like it needed a delicate touch someone with soft hands. And when spending time getting a massage from Madalyne Ellie saw it. A needle, with a butterfly design at its base, not unlike the needle found in the eyes of a butchered man the other day.

Bisected and scattered, riddled with pins the killer in Miami had become known as the Massacre Masseuse and in 2011 only a few weeks after being proposed to Ellie had figured it out. Madalyne was Massacre! They fought! A clash of electricity and steel! A clash not just of justice and villainy, but lovers! Ellie found herself on the precipice of death during the fight, riddled with cuts and lacerations, a body covered in needles used for acupuncture. But then as the thunder rumbled and the rain picked up lighting struck down azure light cascading around Tazer revitalizing her! She would go on to defeat her lover, and went on to work St the prison Madalyne was sent to.

She tried to stop the questionable activities going on but struggled to do so. Her ex was here, and so many others she'd fought. There was even more she hadn't fought but thought maybe could help recover. Stopping the seedy underbelly proved hard when her main job plucked at her heartstrings endlessly. Until finally the prison break came, naturally resulting in a rematch!

Tazer versus Massacre Masseuse round two! During the battle long as it was though a distraction came. Massacre and Tazer rushed eachother, but the villain was called out to by her new paramore. Surge Fist! A shocking boxer turned electrical themed villain called to Massacre. The villain was thrown off focus, and the sight and relatability drew out a spark of anger from Ellie. This meant a defense was down while someone else was furious and thus a fist crackling with electricity speared through the chest of Massacre Masseuse!

Tazer spent a year after that recovering. It still haunts her quite a bit, but she's for the most part seemed to return to her live wire self.

Appearence:

"I tried to go for a very striking look. Kind of wraps using to reflect martial arts. Sleeves that seem a bit more flowing to reflect like being a storm or something. A hint of like black in say boots gloves or top to hint at the more stormy nature and past. Idk I thought it looked good and a bit of touch up came thanks to the suits. All to try and make something that pops!"

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Re: Masked, Reboot

Post by UmbraSight » Tue Sep 01, 2020 7:11 pm

Yume Furostomi
AKA Ice Princess
[Someday I’ll update this]

Abilities:
Manipulation; Construction, Elemental
Yume’s powers encompass the ability to manipulate the structure of ice. She can create and shape it to what she needs and desires with nothing more than a movement of her hand and a thought in her head. Her ice remains frozen so long as she needs it to be so, and is more durable than the stuff one finds in their freezer.

When in moments of danger, Yume can whip up a violent blizzard of snow and shards of jagged ice to carve into any threat which draws near her. The onslaughts are sudden and violent, often lasting for only seconds before Yume grows too exhausted to continue, but for those trapped within, often a few seconds are all that is needed.

Non-Powered Ability
Yume is very good at dealing with the sorts of people who believe they deserve respect simply by nature of their wealth or position, after all she has been dealing with those sorts nearly since birth. She is also fairly well trained at archery, it isn’t often she misses her shot, and she isn’t too shabby with a polearm.

Weapon:
Although she can bend ice into any shape, and could make any weapon that strikes her fancy, Yume favors a bow constructed of her ice for armed combat. A bow and arrow is what she is good with, and if you are going to be fighting evil, might as well use what you know.

Appearance:
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Personality:
They don't call Yume the Ice Princess for nothing. If you only ever knew her in passing, you would think Yume to be cold as ice. She gives off the feeling of someone who is always cool and composed. Well, that is only if you don't know her well. It isn't really that Yume doesn't feel any emotions, it is simply that Yume is terrible at being able to express her emotions. If you are one of the lucky few who get to know her, you would soon learn that Yume is a girl who loves cute things, and like any her age suffers bouts of self doubt about the path she wishes to lead in this life.

Her small apartment is packed full of stuffed animals, and other adorable odds and ends, from characters of a beloved show, to a cute animal that struck her fancy.

Backstory:
Yume was born the eldest child of the Furostomi family and was thus the heir to the Furostomi Electronics company, the world’s largest and most well respected producer of top-of-the line electronics, gadgets, and machines. Due to this, Yume grew up with her father’s expectations for greatness planted firmly on her shoulders. She attended the finest schools, received the best tutors, and when she took up archery to help with stress, then too she received the best craftsmanship money could find. For a time, life had a rhythm to it, it wasn't easy by any means but she found purpose in it.

Until the day things shifted.

When she was twelve, one day Yume woke up to a room full of snow. Fresh, beautiful, unmelted. Her maid was surprised, her parents concerned, her siblings ecstatic, and Yume simply felt an odd contentment.

Her father hired heroes to help teach her how to harness her power. In return for their time spent, the Furostomi Company sponsored those heroes. Not a bad deal for all involved, Yume received training, the company gained good will, and the hero got funding. So, a fascination with heroes began to grow within Yume. She found herself beginning to think, she had powers too, did she not? Would it be ok for her to live her life safe with her ivory tower while the wicked committed ill deeds she had the power to stop?

So, she made a choice. As dangerous as it might be, she would play her part.

When she turned seventeen, Yume was given a section of the company to manage. So, she set a division aside for the development and aid of heroes, along with a promise that 10% of all proceeds would be used to fund this division. A useful marketing tool, and with a promise to her father and mother that she wouldn't place herself in too much danger, she became an official hero.
//… under her weight the floorboards gave, and she fell into the dark...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Re: Masked, Reboot

Post by CinnamonBones » Wed Sep 02, 2020 10:54 am

Yume and Tazer are of course, approved, and I will have Sally up at some point today.
I like to look at you from a distance I like when you scream in my face
Afraid to say the right words in the right order, So they make sense to a person with such grace
What if my dreams dont become reality? Is my life just a big mistake? Will I be happy for the times I had?
Or would I reconsider and recalculate?
I wanna be heard, but leave no trace
I wanna be seen, but take no space

Read my not-a-fanfiction thread!

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Re: Masked, Reboot

Post by illirica » Wed Sep 02, 2020 5:37 pm

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Name: Jonathan Jeveris
Date of Birth: 8/27/1989
Faction: Warden

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Jonathan has the ability to recall anything that has been written or printed. His recall is both accurate and instantaneous, however, it comes with some limitations. Firstly, it only works for physical text - for some reason, digital information like internet sites and text messages don’t trigger his ability - but anything written down or printed out can be part of his recall, no matter how inconsequential. Secondly, he is limited to what he is actually thinking about at the time - so while somewhere in the depths of his mind, he Knows thousands of recipes for chocolate chip cookies, he would have to think about chocolate chip cookies in order to bring them to mind. Thinking, however, is not always an entirely voluntary process, so in interacting with any individual, he automatically Knows everything written about them or by them - from articles in the newspaper to their fourth grade social studies paper, military dossiers to middle school diaries.

This Knowledge often makes him uncomfortable around people. As such, Jonathan prefers to live a more reclusive life, which is for the best as far as the government is concerned. The number of secrets he could reveal should he fall into the wrong hands is worrying, a fact that Jonathan is just as aware of as everyone else. He lives in an apartment on a government facility, and whenever he leaves he’s escorted by a bodyguard - often another cape - whose orders are specifically to prevent Jonathan falling into enemy hands if there’s an attack - including killing him if that becomes necessary.

While the heroes would prefer not to lose such a useful asset, it would be much better to do that than have him fall into enemy hands. If all of this makes Jonathan a prisoner, he is a complacent one. He prefers the isolation anyway, with select company from a few people who are accustomed to his idiosyncrasies.

While Jonathan was under observation from infancy for psychological factors due to being very late on all normal childhood milestones, it was not until he was in preschool that his condition was properly diagnosed as a super-condition in addition to or in place of any other diagnoses. At 4, Jonathan was still nonverbal, but in learning to write his letters was suddenly able to write the information that had always been in his mind. He was removed from his home at that time and placed under close observation as his condition began to manifest. He still had difficulty communicating, and early communication was more established through watching what he was writing.

As he aged, he was able to better direct his mind, learning to write down what he wanted to write rather than just whatever was going through his head at the time. By seven, he had begun speaking as well, though his speech would remain well behind his peers for a number of years. Jonathan was inducted into the Wardens formally at the age of 11, more because it allowed additional protections to be put into place than because he had any place fighting on the battlefield. For all that he can access information on any existent skill, Jonathan is still limited by his own physiology and capabilities, and he is no stronger or more durable than an average human.
My name is Jonathan Jeveris. I am writing this down so I remember. Today is the third of April. The year is 2001, and I am eleven years old. XcQR48p935Tk42n13e. These letters and numbers do not mean anything. I am writing them down so that I remember them. I remember everything that I write down. I remember everything that other people write down, even things that were written many years ago, before I was born. There are many things that have been written. It is very hard to focus sometimes, when my mind is full of all the not-right information. Dr. E. says that maybe if I try writing down my own words it will make it easier to focus. I am not using Dr. E’s full name in case there is someone else like me. I do not know if there is, but if there is, they might not tell people about what they can do. There is not anything written down about anyone like me. There are some things written down about me. Dr. E has some notes from our first meeting. After that they started taking notes on the computer. I do not remember everything that is on computers unless it is printed. That is okay. There are lots of things on computers that I do not want to know. There are lots of things written down on paper that I do not want to know either. I try not to think about them but sometimes I can not help it. It is like trying not to think about a pink elephant. I know many things about elephants. I will not write them here because they have already been written and so they are easy to remember. Dr. E is a little bit right and a little bit wrong. It is easier to focus on some things when I am writing, but it does not stop the other information. The other information is still there if I think about it. It is very hard not to think about things, but I am trying. Dr. E is trying, too. Together we will find some things that will help. I have some other things that help, already. I like to have something in my hands. When I have something in my hands, it reminds me that I am here. It gives me a place to be and helps me remember who I am. I am not all the information that I know. I am not all the people that I know about. I am only one person. My name is Jonathan Jeveris. I have written it down so that I remember.

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Re: Masked, Reboot

Post by Annasiel » Thu Sep 03, 2020 5:42 am

Alyssa (Alice) Johnson
Aka, "Witch"

Age: 26

Abilities:

Telepathy.
The ability to project one's thoughts into the mind of another, and read their own thoughts in return. Witch's form of telepathy is limited compared to more proficient psychics, with more utility as a method of communication among comrades than as a weapon or tool for spying. She is able to speak into the mind of anyone she personally knows. The more intimate her relationship with this individual, the clearer the link, and the more distance the link is able to traverse. For the reverse, the same is true, intimacy playing a key component in the ease of hearing returned thoughts. She is only able to easily glean thoughts when they are directed at her.

Empathokinesis.
The physical manipulation of matter, driven by affect. Through harnessing her emotions, Witch is able to alter the world around her, similar to how telekinesis works through thought. She is able to levitate targets, bind them together, blast them away with an unseen force, or teleport them short distances. Because of the volatile nature emotion-based manipulation presents, intense shifts in mood might bring about unintended consequences, though years spent working with her powers have given her a strong grip on her temperament.

Weapon:

A five-pointed shaken-style blade, small enough to conceal in the palm of her hand. She generally uses it in non-lethal ways.

Appearance:

Born of Native American descent, Witch is a thin, willowy woman of 5'9, with russet skin and a slender, pointed face. Her eyes are a deep walnut brown. They usually carry a reassuring warmth, and crinkle at the corners when she smiles. Thick, dark hair frames her face in straight cascades, coarse to the touch and bright with a supple sheen. Her features in concord carry an air of tranquil contentedness at most times.

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Personality:

Some might call her too soft to be a hero. She is soft, in a way, though she won't hesitate to tell those critics to shut up. Truth be told, the violence of her occupation do take a toll on the compassionate Witch, but it is the path she chose to take and she bares that mantle with a quiet pride. Aside from her solicitous temperament, she possesses a remarkable hold on her emotional state, a hallmark of the power she wields. This facade of calm takes much to crack, but when it does, it can take a long time for her to regain tranquil composure. She also has a sharp wit, quick to throw out remarks and comebacks often tossed in playful jest.

Backstory:

Warden Affiliate Records

Transcript of recruitment for Alyssa Johnson, codenamed Witch. Unauthorized possession of this document is considered a breach of Warden protocol, and will be reported.

This interview for recruitment was conducted by Joaquin Del Niro, a registered Interviewer with the Warden Personnel Department.


J: Alyssa Johnson, twenty-one. Chosen codename of Witch.

A: That's me.

J: So, Miss... Alyssa.

A: Please, call me Alice.

J: Alice, then. I received your application and the records of your preliminary tests, and if I can say, I'm very impressed. We're all very impressed.

A: Thank you.

J: This interview is a bit of a meet and greet. A getting to know you, so to say. Information necessary for further screening, background checks, and general profiling. I hope you understand.

A: I do.

J: Then let us begin. Tell me, when did your abilities first manifest?

A: I was... ten, I think. I had been playing on a balcony with some friends. Singing, dancing, roughhousing; normal kid things. My best friend backed too close to the edge, and before anyone could react, she lost her footing and went over. The next thing I knew, she was laying on the concrete in front of me, panting and sobbing.

J: And she was completely unharmed?

A: Yes. She said it was like a shadow swallowed her out of the air and spat her back out on the balcony.

J: I see. And was there anything else of note about the experience?

A: Well... I screamed. I thought I was just screaming from my mouth when it happened. Afterwards, I learned everyone on the block had heard it.

J: I see. And where did you go, following that?

A: My parents took me out of school, and we went to New York. There was a teacher who lived there, someone my mother knew back when she was a hero. I didn't want to go, at first, and it was hard to leave my friends behind, but my parents convinced me it was for the best. After the balcony incident, my powers started popping out more and more. Whenever I was angry, or sad, or scared, things would happen around me. Stuff would break. It didn't help that random thoughts kept popping out of my head, and I started having trouble telling when I was talking out loud or not.

J: This instructor was...

A: Cain Dramomere, and I think he went by Psion when he was a hero. He was a telepath.

J: How long did you study under this Mr. Dramomere?

A: Eleven years.

J: That is quite a long time.

A: I didn't only have to control my powers, I had to control my emotions. If I just learned my abilities, I would still lose control every time I got a temper. Under Cain, I was practiced keeping my calm, no matter what situation I was in. Believe me, he tested me. A lot. There was an entire week where he kept me awake, playing all these horrible songs on repeat, spritzing me with water whenever I looked drowsy... it was grueling. I made a mess of his place on more than one occasion. But I learned to maintain my composure, and from that, I finally had a handle on my outbursts.

J: And then?

A: I saw a news report about this girl who could control fire, in Chicago. I don't know why, exactly, but I felt drawn to her. I left within the month, and we connected as soon as we met.

J: This other young lady, she is the one you mentioned earlier, the one applying alongside you?

A: Sally. Yes.

J: Alright. This concludes our interview. There is still a bit more paperwork in need of processing, but as of right now, you are officially a member of the Warden network. Welcome aboard, Witch.

A: My pleasure. I'm looking forward to it.
I look in the water and fear what I see
I know it's no stranger but I know it's not me
My life is a lie that was uttered in jest
If I can't change at all, let me rest

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Re: Masked, Reboot

Post by Annasiel » Thu Sep 03, 2020 5:43 am

Considered rewriting her sheet, then decided I'm too lazy.
I look in the water and fear what I see
I know it's no stranger but I know it's not me
My life is a lie that was uttered in jest
If I can't change at all, let me rest

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Re: Masked, Reboot

Post by CinnamonBones » Thu Sep 03, 2020 10:09 am

Lol, Alice is always approved no matter what. If you ever feel like adding stuff to it, go for it, but idrc in this particular instance!
I like to look at you from a distance I like when you scream in my face
Afraid to say the right words in the right order, So they make sense to a person with such grace
What if my dreams dont become reality? Is my life just a big mistake? Will I be happy for the times I had?
Or would I reconsider and recalculate?
I wanna be heard, but leave no trace
I wanna be seen, but take no space

Read my not-a-fanfiction thread!

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Post by UmbraSight » Thu Sep 03, 2020 3:18 pm

Annasiel wrote:
Thu Sep 03, 2020 5:43 am
Considered rewriting her sheet, then decided I'm too lazy.
Are you me?
//… under her weight the floorboards gave, and she fell into the dark...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Post by Trinity » Fri Sep 04, 2020 3:35 am

Name: "Sarah Armstrong."
Alias: "Uh, Sarah!"
Faction: "Superhero!" (Wardens, sidekick to Tazer. Recently assigned.)
Age: "I'm 16!"
Abilities: "Uh, I think I was told the 'official' name is uh, 'Physical! Body Transmogrification! I think."
Non Powered Abilities: Oh I've got lots of those! I can cook and sew and clean and read and write and raise animals and grow food and play the piano and I love weight lifting oh and I'm very good at talking and organizing and I know kung fu and my favorite cereal is fruit loops and cereal and serial are not the same words because one is a food and the other is bad guys who kill lots of people and I love puppies and Sister Mary said I have A-D-H-D which I think is a superpower."

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Appearance: "I have white hair and very light blue eyes. My skin is pretty pale cause I stayed inside lots as a kid but now I'm going to spend all the time outside! I am four feet and nine inches tall which is fine and respectable and Sister Mary said I should be proud of my height and that lots of important people were short. She said Jesus was also probably short but I'm not supposed to say that around Sister Gertrude cause it makes her mad cause she thinks that Jesus is white but he wasn't white he was probably brown. Oh, we were talking about me, right. That's it, I guess I have big muscles but I think they're perfectly normal sized and I am NOT heavy! Don't call me heavy!"

Personality: "I am very outgoing! I love people and I love animals and I just want to help as many people and animals as I can! Sister Mary said I am 'naive' but I don't know what that means and she said it like it was a good thing so I guess it's a good thing! Uh, I think kinda slow and I talk kinda fast. Sister Gertrude says 'Sarah slow down! Your mouth runs faster than your brain!' and I think she's right. She's usually wrong but uh, I think she's right about that haha! But Sister Mary said I shouldn't worry about it and I always listen to Sister Mary."

Backstory "Sister Mary said I was found on the doorstep in a pretty little yellow basket! It had flowers all around it and she said I was a gift from God! She raised me and took care of me and fed me and clothed me and I'm very much thankful to everything she has done for me. I love her! She made me dresses and taught me how to sew too! She also taught me right from wrong of course of course! She would say 'Sarah no! We do not eat birds! Birds are a gift from God! How will you hear their beautiful songs if you eat them?' I don't really care about birds or bird songs but she looked very sad so! Sarah does not eat birds!

"I don't really know where I came from or who my real mom and dad are. But I don't really care! Sister Mary is a great mom! I lived with her and the other sisters in the Monastery of the Holy Saint Teresa in New York. There are only girls there you know! NO BOYS ALLOWED! HA! The other Sisters didn't really like me, but that's ok! Sister Mary said that not everyone would accept me in the real world too, and that I should 'Show them the love of our Lord, dearest.' She's the best!

"When I was uuuuh, twelve, yes, twelve! A Cape came to the Monastary! And not just any Cape! Justice! AAAH! JUSTICE! She's my favorite! She came for a few days cause anyone can come to the Monastery to rest and relax for a few days in solitude and not be bothered. She was so nice! I bothered her, I couldn't help it! I went right up to her and I said 'Hello my name is Sarah and you are my hero!' and she smiled at me! She told me 'Well, I hope one day to see you fight crime with me.' Then Sister Mary found me and Sister Gertrude and they scolded me. That was different cause usually Sister Mary and Sister Gertrude don't like each other but they agreed then and scolded me mmhm.

"I decided that's what I want with my life though! I want to be a Cape! So I applied to the Wardens and here I am! Sister Mary is putting a good word in for me with the 'big guys' in charge and I'm supposed to work with a new hero soon! Between you and me, I think I'm getting Tazer. She's super fun and I'm super fun so I think we are gonna go so well together! So yeah! I'm sixteen and like, lived in a monastary my whole life. It's not like a lot has happened yet, but that's the greatest thing about being young right?! I get to make so many new memories and have so many adventures and I'm gonna help a lot of people, I just know it!

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ATTENTION. REDACTED FILE FOR SARAH ARMSTRONG. LEVEL 4 PERSONNEL AND HIGHER BEYOND THIS POINT ONLY.

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"Sister Mary, are you alright?"

"Yes. Yes I am adequate sir, my poor mind is getting older and drifting. What is it that you inquired?"

"Ok. I was asking about when you found the subject?"

"Sarah. We call her Sarah. It is extraordinarily important that she views herself as a human being. Her possessing a name of her own, and my last name in addition, allows her to grasp her own humanity a little stronger. Sarah does not remember anything before she turned, roughly, seven years old. It is not that she has been unable to form habits or learn speech, rather, her mind simply doesn't form and hold on to experiences as memory like we do. But how I found her, as to that-

"I found her in the forest. She was, oh she was so terribly small then. Emancipated, her hair falling out, and her eyes. Oh they sunk so deeply. It took me days to coax her out, leaving food in small bowls out like feeding and taming a wild cat. I cried on the third day when she finally allowed me to touch her. Not in front of her, of course, but when I returned to Monastery of the Holy Saint Teresa. It took me an additional four days to get her to come back to the Monastery with me. She didn't talk, though she must have been at least three years of age at this time. Completely non-verbal. Though do not be mistaken, she was not silent.

"She growled and hissed at everything new, but after that week of coaxing and trust building, she seemed to look to me for how she should react around everyone else. Of course, I am the very picture of dignity and kindness. Thankfully little Sarah soon picked up on this behavior. Unfortunately, she has interacted minimally with other children. We are not an orphanage, and the only time other child would come is during our sunday schools. It took so much out of me to teach little Sarah every day. However, I thought, well, I thought I knew what I was getting myself into.

"I had no clue what on earth I was dealing with. Sarah is not human. I don't know what on the good Lord's green earth she is but she is not human. It was little things that revealed the true nature of the beast to me. She had a few 'habits' that needed to be broken before she could enter normal human society. 'Don't growl at people, don't drool onto the floor, clean your dishes, don't eat birds,' and such things. Birds, oh thank the Lord for the patience He gave me over those blasted birds. It took her nearly a decade before she stopped eating the poor things!"

"When did her powers first manifest? If you don't mind me asking."

"Her powers, an interesting name for what she can do. It was two weeks after I had kept her at the monastery. She was, -sigh- eating a bird. But it wasn't with her mouth, or not the mouth that she was supposed to eat with. Rather, frightening, she had torn asunder her cute little frock that I had sewn her and shoved the bird directly into a gaping maw where her stomach should have been. It had so many teeth, rows upon rows of teeth. When she saw me, I believe she didn't recognize me immediately. Her body, it burst forth with dozens of maws of teeth and tongues. They screamed. And they growled. They gnashed at me. It was as though I was gazing into the jaws of hell.

"She recognized me seconds later and they closed. She bawled and cried so much like a human babe at her actions, as though she needed comfort for terrifying me! How much like a selfish and inconsiderate human child. But I knew then, as I scooped her up, embraced her, and told her everything was fine. I knew then, she was no human baby. These instances were rare and, for the most part, she looked like a normal human child. She grew out her hair, she filled out, and looked more normal every passing day.

"Sister Gertrude, Lord bless and soften her cruel and stone cold heart, had the unfortunate 'luck' to be the next to see an outburst of beastiality from Sarah. She was, oh what was she doing? Oh, oh I think she eating another blasted bird. But she chewing on its wing as it screeched and attacked her. I'm not sure Sarah could feel the pain, or if she could she did not know how to properly reacted to it. Sister Gertrude tried to take it away from Sarah and, well, the little darling thought it would be funny to tear the bird limb from limb and throw it in poor Gertrude's face. Sarah intertwined her fingers into the bird's flesh, digging through it like putty and instantly killing it before throwing it.

"Oh Gertrude was so inflamed! She wanted Sarah gone, but after I reminded her of our ultimate mission in life she softened. As hard as Gertrude can be, she truly believes more than any of the rest of us. Remind her of the love of Jesus and you'll see her mind 180 on a dime darling. I have hundreds of similar stories, but I don't think that's exactly what you desire to know."

"Not exactly. So she can transmogrify her body to have more mouths and teeth. Anything else?"

"..."

"Sister Mary?"

"... Sorry. Yes, yes there is one more thing she did. It was one time, she was no more than six years of age at the time. She doesn't remember it, thank God, but I will never be able to eradicate that cursed image from my mind. It was very early in the morning, sometime around two, and the Lord had kept my mind from a restful sleep. I descended into the cellar to retrieve some tea and I observed this 'shape' moving through the darkness.

"It had to have been at least nine feet long and six feet tall. It crawled along the wall where it met the ceiling. A dozen long, spindly limbs twisted and bent around to dig into the stucco of the wall and hold itself aloft. Long the spine of its body where hundreds of razor sharp protrusions, like bones, that rattled together to make a horrifying 'clinking' noise. Like that of a set of most out of tune and broken windchimes. I could hear it crunching as it ate, something, at the 'head' of the monster. Dozens of mouths flowered out to pull flesh from a large carcass to consume. I later discovered that it had been a large grey wolf.

"After a moment of shock, I came to my senses and gasped. When I did so, it looked at me. So many eyes of so many different shapes and colors. Its mouths, its maws, gaped and groaned in my direction. Its 'head' tilted and I confessed my sins to the Lord so that I might be taken up to heaven after this monster tore me to pieces. But, it did no such thing. It stopped, dropped the body, and pulled itself together to form the shape of a little girl. It was Sarah.

"I, I remember whispering, 'Don't ever do that again.' And she just nodded. Then, slowly, she came over to embrace me. Oh, Lord forgive me I recoiled from her touch at first. But God has given me the courage of Judah the Lion and I was able to overcome my shock and horror. I returned her embrace, I told her that she must remain human and, if she did not, I could not love her or care for her anymore. She understood, I know she did, because she held me so tightly and cried. Her body shook with the most tiny of little sobs I had ever heard from her, and my heart broke for the poor dear. But she had to understand, such a form was unacceptable in the eyes of God and man.

"Listen, Doctor. You cannot experiment on her. She must keep her ideal that she is a part of humanity, just like us. Let her be a Cape, or at least a sidekick. It will make her happy, and keep her out of trouble. I know I have no leverage but please, I beg of you, don't lock her away in some remote lab."

"No no, Sister Mary, the government is in agreement with you. After conducting a few preliminary tests, bloodwork and x-rays, we've determined that any kind of experimentation would be a waste of resources. As well as drive a perfectly lovely girl towards what could only be described as a 'villainous end.' We will see to it that she is kept a close eye on, but working with the Wardens to help make the world a better place. You have my word."

"Thank you."

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