Realistic or Modern Actionville! A Super RP for not so super people [Character Apps]

[RedLeftHand36]

Welcome to the World

In another time, in another world, in another reality, there exists a land of heroes and villains. Lo and behold, for this world is our own, and we are the players upon the stage of life. May we laugh, may we love, may we despair, may we hate, for what audience craves the desolate setting filled with anything but? Let us wage war against the monotonous and banal, and instead bring about an age of marrymaking, theatricality, and grandeur.

C'est la vie

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Welcome to Actionville! The Venture Bros. inspired Super RP!

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Covert Intermediary Agency

The other CIA; An international organization that keeps tabs on heroes and villains alike established in the late 40s to deal with the population boom of heroes and villains, particularly with the advent of supers; Notable for handling the Sam Sheepdog-Ralph Wolf Act of 1980 and presiding over the associated Concord Meetings between Manticore and the Golden Hand, as well as maintaining the security of Persons of Interest, neutralizing unregulated non-super villains, and coordinating cross-syndicate acts when under common threat. In-Field agents are known as Red Tails, and are headed by Master Sergeant Warren M. Piecz.

More information forthcoming.

Spoiler: Mobile Friendly CIA

The other CIA; An international organization that keeps tabs on heroes and villains alike established in the late 40s to deal with the population boom of heroes and villains, particularly with the advent of supers; Notable for handling the Sam Sheepdog-Ralph Wolf Act of 1980 and presiding over the associated Concord Meetings between Manticore and the Golden Hand, as well as maintaining the security of Persons of Interest, neutralizing unregulated non-super villains, and coordinating cross-syndicate acts when under common threat. In-Field agents are known as Red Tails, and are headed by Master Sergeant Warren M. Piecz.

More information forthcoming.

MANTICORE

Villain syndicate established after the defeat of the terrorist organization Mamba in the late 70s, and primary syndicate subject of the Sam Sheepdog-Ralph Wolf Act of 1980. Presided over by the governing body known as the Head of Typhon [or simply referred to as Heads], who operate from a mobile fortress of unknown locations known as Tartarus. MANTICORE functions as a leadership of elite villains that maintain control over the criminal underworld, regulating it under government sanctioned parameters in return for extreme leniency of syndicate member punishments, and partial funding.

More information forthcoming.

Spoiler: Mobile Friendly MANTICORE

Villain syndicate established after the defeat of the terrorist organization Mamba in the late 70s, and primary syndicate subject of the Sam Sheepdog-Ralph Wolf Act of 1980. Presided over by the governing body known as the Head of Typhon [or simply referred to as Heads], who operate from a mobile fortress of unknown locations known as Tartarus. MANTICORE functions as a leadership of elite villains that maintain control over the criminal underworld, regulating it under government sanctioned parameters in return for extreme leniency of syndicate member punishments, and partial funding.

More information forthcoming.

The Golden Hand

Hero syndicate named after the very first team of government sanctioned heroes, formed in 1947, with the syndicate being formed in 1976 in response to acts of the Mamba terrorist organization. Government funded equipment and subsidiary programs recruiting new, potential heroes into the fold. The syndicate not only participates in the Sam Sheepdog-Ralph Wolf Act via nemesis programs, but also assists against natural disasters and other outside dangers.

More Information forthcoming.

Spoiler: Mobile Friendly Golden Hand

Hero syndicate named after the very first team of government sanctioned heroes, formed in 1947, with the syndicate being formed in 1976 in response to acts of the Mamba terrorist organization. Government funded equipment and subsidiary programs recruiting new, potential heroes into the fold. The syndicate not only participates in the Sam Sheepdog-Ralph Wolf Act via nemesis programs, but also assists against natural disasters and other outside dangers.

More Information forthcoming.

CHARACTER SHEET

Spoiler: Skeleton Sheet

Big Letter Name
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  Occupational Background
  
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Spoiler: Mobile Friendly Skeleton

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Personality: [Just general psychoanlysis bullshit, if you wanna put in likes and dislikes and stuff, put it in notable personality traits]

History: [Include the origin story here]

Occupational Background: [Stuff like what their theme is and all that jazz, or how they fare in whatever position that they're in]

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MISC.

Theme music, equipment, arch-nemisis relationship, minions, etc.

 

[Kassandra]

Sam Bronson
"Don't touch the hat."

Spoiler: FC

• The Basics
• Physical Stats
• Personal Information
• Misc.

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  Name: Samantha Bella Bronson
  
  Alias: Yellowjacket
  
  Birthplace: Jackson, Wyoming
  
  Birth Date: Aug 20, 1990
  
  Affiliations: CIA, Red Tails
  
  Gender: Intersex
  
  Sexuality: Homosexual
  
  
  
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  Height: 6'0"
  
  Weight: 154 lbs
  
  Eyes: Green
  
  Hair: Blonde
  
  Notable Physical Traits: Cattle Brand Scar, Left Flank
  
  Blood Type: O+
  
  Ethnicity: Causasian
  
  Abilities:
  - Ropin'
  - Shootin'
  - Darn Tootin'
  
  (But Actually)
  
  - Muay Thai Master
  - Universal Pilot's License
  - Spy's Toolkit
  
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  Personality
  
  Fiercely competent, cooler than ice under fire, and disturbingly cool with putting unimportant baddies in the dirt.
  
  History
  
  Most agents in the (other) CIA go their whole lives before signing on without seeing anomalous activity. But Sam's known good and well that not all in the universe is as basic as folks thing since she was twelve years old. It all began on a hot summer night in the sticks, on her family's cattle ranch. Her parents were in the house canoodling in their loveseat, listening to the radio like the living, breathing cliches they were, thinking that their little girl was up in her room. They were wrong, of course, Sam had climbed out her bedroom window and was messing around with one of the many strays her parents told her not to feed. But if they had kept a more watchful eye on her, she never would've had her first encounter with the paranormal. As well as with the (other) CIA.
  
  While she was traipsing around near one of their fields, Earth was due a welcome visit. And while the incident that followed would end up being significantly low on the danger scale for the CIA, it was the first hint at her universe being much wider than the limits of her family's ranch. A shooting star crash-landed just meters away from the farm, in an explosion that seemed to implode all the noise it was supposed to make into itself, making it as silent as chuch. Sam was left with a choice. Go call her folks for help and get ushered into the closet for her own safety, or get her hands on something from outer space? The choice was clear, but all the cheesefest sci-fi movies she'd seen had her convinced approaching a space rock unarmed was a bad idea. Good thing her paw kept a shotgun in the barn.
  
  Sam grabbed it and approached the crater, only to find that it was a lot less rock-like than she thought. The top half was glass, and before she could react, it popped open. A flash of golden lightning shot out from from the smoke and wrapped itself around Sam's wrist, and in the heat of the moment, she pulled the trigger. Once it all cleared, Sam was faced with the harsh reality that the meteor was a UFO, and its pilot was a buff, 8-foot lady wearing bronze armor. Whose brains she just vaporized across the barn wall. In her lifeless hand was the holding end of a golden lasso, and as soon as the whirring sound of helicopters came overhead, it disappeared down her hand and condensed itself into a pinky ring. As mundane as something a girl her age would've gotten for Christmas.
  
  Men in suits came, fixed up their ranch, and gave their minds a thorough scrub. But something about that ring left her with lasting memories after the fact. Sam spent the rest of her young life seeking out the truth. Roping and shooting competitions and high school passed before she signed on with the Marines. Where the truth came scouting for her.
  
  
  Occupational Background
  
  It isn't like the Red Tails have a specific uniform for field-ops, but if they did, it sure as hell wouldn't include a Stetson. But when Sam's boots step into a briefing room full of suits, there isn't a mouth that starts running. The cowgirl schtick's a remnant from her professional roping days, but in a world of costumed freaks, it's easy for the good guys without superpowers to slip through the cracks without a sense of style.
  
  Notable Personality Traits
  
  - Killed (our version of Wonder Woman) at 12
  - Can play the banjo
  - Always wearing yellow
  
  
  
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  Gear:
  
  - Lasso of Embarrassing Truth: A glowing, golden lasso that compels its victim to admit to an embarrassing truth. (Also capable of going from tepid to burning hot.)
  - Bernadette: A 12-gauge o/u shotgun with the barrels sawn off and the stock intact.
  
  
  

 

[Scatterbrain]

BRUCE #3

The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering. Bruce Lee

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• The Basics
• Physical Stats
• Personal Information
• Misc.

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  Name:
  Bruce Lee #3
  
  Alias:
  Bruce #3
  
  Birthplace:
  Newcastle upon Tyne, England
  
  Birth Date:
  14/08
  
  Affiliations:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Gender:
  Male
  
  Sexuality:
  Heterosexual
  
  
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  Height:
  5'7"
  
  Weight:
  145 lbs
  
  Eyes:
  Brown
  
  Hair:
  Black
  
  Notable physical traits:
  Extremely high muscle to fat ratio
  
  Blood Type:
  B+
  
  Ethnicity:
  Chinese
  
  Powers:
  
  • >Peak Physical Conditioning: Bruce has intensively trained his body to possess the highest level of strength, speed, stamina and endurance that a human can have without artificial enhancements.
  • > Master Martial Artist: Bruce is one of the greatest martial artists on Earth, having been trained since birth to be the ultimate fighter. He is skilled in various martial arts with a particular specialization in the Chinese martial arts (Dragon, Tiger, Snake, Panther and Crane).
  • > Weapons Proficiency: Bruce is highly skilled with all martial arts weaponry and has often made use of make-shift weapons as well.
  • > Skilled Marksman: Bruce is a master marksman able to throw ranged weapons such as shuriken (throwing stars) with pin-point accuracy.
  • > Espionage: Bruce has undergone espionage training during his time with SBI and is familiar with many espionage tactics and methodologies.
  • > Multilingual: Bruce is fluent in several languages including English, Cantonese and Mandarin.
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  Personality
  Bruce #3 is both charming and charismatic. He can be the life of a party, and enjoy performing before an audience. Bruce enjoys displaying his wit and knowledge, which makes him attractive to others, especially the opposite sex.
  
  Bruce #3 possesses a fine mind, and is an analytical thinker, capable of great concentration and theoretical insight. Bruce enjoys research, and putting the pieces of an intellectual puzzle together. Once he has enough pieces in place, he is capable of highly creative insight and practical solutions to problems.
  
  Bruce #3 is a lone wolf, a person who lives by his own ideas and methods and as a result, close associations are difficult for him to form and keep.
  
  Martial arts are everything for Bruce. He enjoys getting into fights, and duelling against other masters. Bruce #3 is also a bit of a show off, pausing to intimidate his opponents with an impressive flexing of his muscles, or a demonstration of his prowess with a weapon of some sort and has a tendency to make a fool out of a foe.
  
  History
  The third in a line of clones of Bruce Lee created after his death by Professor Lucas, a brilliant scientist, for the British intelligence agency known as the Special Branch of Investigation using samples of the late kung fu star's blood. Using these samples, Lucas managed to create perfect clones of Lee. The clones were trained in martial arts and espionage so they could undertake missions for the SBI.
  
  Occupational Background
  Bruce #3 is one of the SBI's top operatives. When he is not on a mission or when he is undercover he favours a white henley with high-waisted trousers, like his genetic donor, but he also wears a t-shirt, tank top or a open short sleeved shirt/tank top combination with flared trousers. During official missions, he primarily wears a flame retardant yellow jumpsuit with black stripes but the jumpsuit's colour and functionality can vary depending on the mission (e.g. stealth/night time operations = black/grey stripes, polar operations = white/pale blue stripes with improved insulation).
  
  Notable Personality Traits
  
  • > Bruce always carries a pair of tinted sunglasses.
  • > He hates water and cannot swim.
  • > His secret hobby is writing poetry.
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  Theme Music
  
  
  Equipment
  When your body itself is a weapon do you really need anything else?
  
  Arch-Nemesis Relationship
  
  
  
  Professor Lucas
  The man who created Bruce, now corrupted by power. His aim is to create the ultimate Bruce to help him rule the world. He has an army of martial arts masters under his command.
  
  

 

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

ARLO MILOSLAV
“DOUBLE-DEALER”

Spoiler: FC

"I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND?"

• BASICS
• PHYSICAL STATS
• PERSONAL INFO
• MISC

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  Name:
  Arlo Miloslav
  
  Alias:
  Double-Dealer
  
  Birthplace:
  Saint Petersburg, Russia
  
  Birth Date:
  03/16/1996
  
  Affiliations:
  CIA, The Golden Hand
  
  Gender:
  Male
  
  Sexuality:
  Undefined/Undetermined
  
  
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  Height:
  6’1
  
  Weight:
  172 lbs
  
  Eyes:
  Blue
  
  Hair:
  Brown
  
  Notable physical traits:
  Tall and lanky, two scars running by each other from his collarbone- to his right bicep, burn marks on his ankles
  
  Blood Type:
  A+
  
  Ethnicity:
  Caucasian/Russian
  
  Powers:
  Shapeshifting
  
  
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  Personality:
  Clueless of sayings/phrasings, references, sarcasm, and irony. Most of the time he is unemotional, however when he does show emotion- he wears it on his sleeve (Aka he makes it obvious what he’s feeling). He doesn’t like hesitating in life and that often ends him up in a lot of trouble most days, whether it be buying a candy bar on a whim- or pressing a big red button that could potentially endanger his life.
  
  History:
  We all know the usual story. Some guy drinks some kind of Chemical X (Totally not a powerpuff girl reference), they gain superhuman abilities or some superpower. They dedicate their life to saving the people of the world- Yada yada yada right? Well, Arlo is no different.
  
  …
  
  Except for- well. Everything. Even a little change can make a big difference can’t they? Completely rhetorical- so don’t bother answering you lovebums.
  
  Arlo always dreamed of being an adventurer. Exploring the world, finding new and interesting things- the whole shabam. Unfortunately, not all childhood dreams come true. Instead of finding rare frogs in a rainforest of some sort, he found himself finding pills he attempted to hide from the nurses sitting in his cup. He spent most of his childhood in the hospital, suffering with an illness that just wouldn’t go away no matter what those women in scrubs shoved down his throat. There was one shining light in his life though. Although- he supposed not on the best circumstances. He stayed in the hospital with his younger sister- who also devleoped the same illness as him. They spent their days playing board games, stupid card games, and chomping down on stale, plain, flavorless hospital food. However, their days together didn’t last long. His sister died when he was 12 years old. Without her, he didn’t know how he could survive. He was dependent on her for nearly everything. It being talking to others for him, feeling for him, or just taking directions from her to do the simplest things. With her gone, there was only one decision he could see.
  
  To escape.
  
  Without her there with him, he saw no reason to stay in this retched hospital any longer. There was nothing for him there. Though, he also knew that there was nothing for him outside either. Nevertheless- escape he did. The first chance he got, he took it. He escaped his white-curtained jail cell, and ran until he was out of sight from everyone and everything. Arlo shoved himself passed a doctor, and locked himself in some kind of basement-office. His illness then took a toll on him in the worst of times. Like his sister, he knew he didn’t have much time left- judging by all the blood he was coughing up. He dragged himself over to whatever he could find, (which was a random pill on the floor, so he had to dry-swallow that sucker) and forced it down.
  
  He woke up- once again- in a hospital bed. However something felt… different. He didn’t feel as sick as he did before. In fact- he felt more alive than he ever has! Though there were two deep gashes in his chest. He could only guess that he accidentally slashed himself with glass that he knocked over in his haste to escape- once it shattered to the ground. But wait! There's more! It seemed that whatever he drank, changed his speech too. He couldn’t figure out why (not even to this day), but he found he can only speak in lies. Take for instance, “That pen is blue.” When the pen is in fact- blue, to “That pen is red.” When it is in fact- not. He isn’t sure if it was the drink’s doing, or if he just hit his head too hard.
  
  It didn’t take much time to figure out his newfound ability. Although, it did take an even shorter amount of time to escape the hospital once and for all.
  
  Occupational Background:
  He doesn’t necessarily have a theme, though he does have a specific style. Usually something muted, and colorless/neutral colors that will cover up his neck. His thing is basically being clueless about basic trends- and humans in general. He doesn’t like doing much work, though he does enjoy the thrill of “being a hero”. Paperwork wise- he only does what he has to. Nothing more- nothing less… well ok maybe a little bit less. He does tend to hide who he really is- much preferring to go “under the radar” or having been known as “Double-Dealer” rather than Arlo Miloslav.
  
  Notable Personality Traits:
  
  -Clueless about sayings, irony, and sarcasm
  
  -Takes most things literally
  
  -He very rarely has hesitation
  
  -He speaks in lies/opposite meanings. (Not on purpose of course)
  
  -Spent his childhood in a hospital
  
  -his sister died when he was 12
  
  -He loves cheesecake
  
  -He has a tendency to stare
  
  
  
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  Weapon:
  Extendable metal sickle (its as short as a normal sickle, but it can extend to look like a scythe).
  
  

 

[Kassandra]

Pachinko
"Intrinsically worthless."

Spoiler: FC

• The Basics
• Physical Stats
• Personal Information
• Misc.

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  Name: Decompiling Unit 17
  
  Alias: Pachinko
  
  Birthplace: Okinawa, Japan
  
  Birth Date: April 1, 1999
  
  Affiliations: Manticore
  
  Gender: Feminine
  
  Sexuality: Robosexual
  
  
  
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  Height: 5'6"
  
  Weight: 188 lbs
  
  Eyes: Silver
  
  Hair: White
  
  Notable Physical Traits: Cherry Red Skin, Star Decals
  
  Blood Type: N/A
  
  Ethnicity: (Technically) Japanese
  
  Abilities:
  - Molecular Printing: By maintaining physical contact with the original with one hand, Pachinko can absorb the carbon monoxide in the area and alter its molecular composition into a perfect copy in the other hand.
  
  - Faux Printing: In the same vein as her molecular printing, Pachinko can print a copy that looks the same as the original, but is hollow, and usually made of plastic. A perfect stand-in.
  
  - Standard Android Enchanced Strength: You get the deal.
  
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  Personality
  
  Analytical and snyde. Holds organic life in extremely low regard, because she thinks its worthless. And monetarily speaking, it is.
  
  History
  
  A tale as old as time. Experimental Industrial Molecular Decompiling Unit meets Artificiality Intelligent Childcare Purveyor in the shady warehouse they live in. Or in other words, where the mind of Pachinko met Orchid. She was a ten-ton machine, they were a nanny-bot. And since the very first night the lights went out in the warehouse of Shiseido Technologies, they were in love. Well, as close as a nonsentient rig could get to love. From Orchid, Pachinko slowly learned what it meant to be alive as a machine, and string by string, she encoded her own artificial intelligence.
  
  Mechanically, Pachinko was unique. The latest and only functioning prototype of her kind. But it wouldn't take a genius third party to realize there was something special about the supposedly run-of-the-mill nanny-bot, too. Behind that plain face and and those painted-on rosy cheeks was something rogue and corrupted, far from its original programming. Something that didn't know love. Only evil. And unfortunately, it saw Pachinko as nothing more than a means to an end. For years, Orchid groomed her artificial mind into something she thought she could take advantage of, preparing for the day a project of her own would be complete. A special data transfer, which would strip Pachinko of her capabilities and leave her a pile of worthless scrap.
  
  But that faithful night required absolute trust. Pachinko had to be the one to make the transfer herself, and surely, she could do what her love asked, no? She sure could. That and more, because Pachinko wasn't a fool. Trained by a megalomanic android, you naturally become something similar. So in tandem with her printing software, Pachinko transferred everything she had. And replaced whatever Orchid had inside her.
  
  Occupational Background
  
  Pachinko's a gifted thief, for obvious reasons. Trouble is, the potential for her powers is priceless, in every sense of the word. She can't be paid in the traditional sense, because she knows just how valueless things like shiny metals and jewels truly are. Instead, she gets her kicks preying on the desperate and powerful alike, making them bend over backwards and do her bidding if they want something copied. And occasionally, she'll just grift them after she's had her fun, anyway.
  
  Also, she's themed to look like her namesake.
  
  Notable Personality Traits
  
  - Thinks humans are gross
  - Sadistic AF
  - That's about it~
  
  
  
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  Gear:
  
  - Pinks: Twin, silenced pistols. (Pictured in her FC.) She's only purchased ammo once.
  
  
  

 

[Togy]

Delano Crowley
"The love child between Batman and the concept of excessive force"

BASICS

Name:
Delano A. Crowley

Alias:
Toxteth

Birthplace:
Birmingham, England

Birth Date:
12/2/1991

Affiliations:
SBI, and, by association, CIA

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual
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PHYSICAL STATS

Height:
5'7

Weight:
68 Kilos

Eyes:
Blue

Hair:
Black

Notable physical traits:
Shrapnel scars along his abdomen

Blood Type:
O+

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Powers:
-Martial Arts: What Dell lacks in muscles and size he makes up for in speed, ferocity, and brutality. He knows his limits, and brawling with someone bigger than him fairly is one of them. Dirt in the eyes, poke them where it hurts, etc., etc. Dell purely focuses on causing the most amount of pain possible in the shortest amount of time possible. He only knows Jiu-Jitsu.
-High pain threshold: Dell can take infinitely more than he can serve. If he breaks his leg he'll probably just walk it off.
-Firearms: Dell is an expert with most automatic firearms. He only uses weapons that fire rubber bullets though, so the lethality of the skill is greatly diminished.
-Agility: Short and with few muscles, Dell had to make the best of what he had. Dell is practiced in parkour and makes for a surprisingly fast runner.
-A specific set of skills: Dell is an expert at lockpicking, breaking in, disabling alarms, pickpocketing, etc., etc.

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

Personality:
Overly cheerful, very enthusiastic about his job, reckless, witty, and ever so slightly sadistic. A daredevil to say the least, Dell lacks the self-preservation instinct to fear what he probably should. He'll charge head-on if he wants, will never back down from a fight, and treats life or death situations more like a game than anything else.

Also, let it be known: Dell's non-lethal rule is not a moral one. It isn't binding. He's killed before, and he can do it again, but he chooses not to. It's more of a self-imposed rule in order to up the challenge of a fight.

History:
Birmingham is a lawless land. Did you know that there are over 40 organized crime rings in Birmingham alone? Nobody wants to live in Birmingham. The people who live in Birmingham don't want to live in Birmingham. The people who live in Birmingham tell people not to live in Birmingham. Basically, Birmingham is not a pleasant place. Especially not a pleasant place to raise a child, but that's exactly what Dell's single mother did. Gangs, crime, and violence were pretty much just a fact of life in Birmingham. So, when dell turned 18, he signed up for the local police academy.

Two years later, Dell passed training with flying colors. There was the occasional report on him about his flippant use of excessive force, but the good outweighed the bad. Working as part of the Birmingham PD, Dell showed his worth as an officer time and time again. He still looks back fondly to the time he hospitalized eight people. Everything was going great, then he was charged with police brutality and lost his job. That was upsetting, but he wasn't going to let it stop him. Dell aimed his sights higher this time, looking to join up with the SBI in order to put his skill set into use. Sure, he didn't have the best resume or track record, and might not have passed the training on his first try, but like hell he was going to give up.

Occupational Background:
As a field agent of the SBI, Dell proves to be very capable. He's one of the best at bringing people in alive, and his career has only benefited because of it. Other than that, Dell's general clothing theme is unprofessional professionalism. He wears vests, dress shirts, ties, dress pants, blazers, etc., but he always makes them seem casual. Loose ties, ruffled clothing, unbuttoned jackets, and rolled up sleeves.

Notable Personality Traits:
-Pyromaniac
-Slightly sadistic
-Optimistic
-Cheerful
-Always keep a pair of Aviator shades somewhere on his person
-Fear of heights
-Has a concerning love for brutality in a fight.

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MISC.

Gear:
-A collapsible stun baton
-Always keep a stun gun on hand
-Uses firearms loaded with rubber bullet rounds often
-Very fond of Flashbangs​

 

[AreSneksSly]

GOODWYN GRAY

"My family could buy you."

Spoiler: FC

• The Basics
• Physical Stats
• Personal Information
• Misc.

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  Name: Goodwyn Lucile Gray
  
  Alias: Golden Eye
  
  Birthplace: London, England
  
  Birth Date: Jan 1, 2000
  
  Affiliations: Manticore
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Undecided
  
  
  
  
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  Height: 5'1
  
  Weight: 98lbs
  
  Eyes: Blue
  
  Hair: Black
  
  Notable Physical Traits: His figure is petite, and his body is often described as childlike by most.
  
  Blood Type: A-
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  Abilities:
  - Meat Shields: Calling his henchmen on you.
  - Guns: Able to wield small firearms surprisingly well, though anything with too much of a kick will undoubtedly knock him onto his ass.
  - Negotiation: Can squirm his way through conversations and often uses his prestige to threaten others.
  - Agility: Running away.
  - Certain skills: His brief life as a thief meant he had to learn how to lockpick, be light on his feet, memorize schedules as well as house layouts.
  - Being a bitch.
  
  
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  Personality
  Remember that one spoiled brat that constantly flaunted his wealth, threatened to call his parents if anyone even dared to touch him and wore brand named products? That's Goodwyn. A bastard who despises getting down and dirty, Winnie prefers to stay on the fringe of the battlefield, ready to book it at all times. He thinks of himself as above mere street fights and petty squabbles, preferring to leave that to his henchmen and fellow villains.
  
  Despite these reservations however, he seems to have no qualms with blood nor gore. As long as it doesn't get on the outfit, he's fine with witnessing violence, even finding some sadistic enjoyment out of it, though his rich kid sensibilities stop him from 'stooping down' to perform such acts. But these sensibilities are easily dropped in favor of indulging his own anger and spite. When he throws a tantrum it is not at all quiet, and he often chooses to vent this fury out on others, either physically or emotionally. With a fuse shorter than he, Goodwyn gets pissed for even the most trivial of reasons, his height included.
  
  Being a narcissistic prick, he regards his wellbeing a million times higher than his fellow teammates or servants. Being put in harms way is unthinkable, and he's quick to flee if he senses even the slightest danger to his life. Not a good thing seeing as he's a villain, an occupation known for getting into trouble and life or death situations, but thankfully he would rather risk his life than be seen as coward.
  
  History
  Having been sickly for most of his life, Goodwyn was given every advantage as a child. Coming from a prestigious and wealthy family fooled him into thinking he was deserving of this privilege. With a bright mind but weak body, Goodwyn was trapped at home and received home-schooling from the brightest tutors his parents could afford. It was a pity he wasted his opportunity, instead choosing to lounge about the family home, reading spy books and watching cheesy Bond films.
  
  This obsession with the cool-headed ladies man caricature followed him to adulthood, when his parents had promptly kicked him out with a small fortune, a few servants who felt bad for him and an order to get a damn job. Goodwyn, being the brat he is, decided to spite his parents, instead pursuing a life of 'dignified' crime. But home robberies and retail store stick-ups can only be entertaining for so long, not to mention it was unbecoming of the cool headed character he was imitating. So he aimed for a bigger fish. An organization that let him indulge that more violent side of him, let him earn money easily and allowed him to keep his airs of dignity and sophistication.
  
  Occupational Background
  Sporting a suit and tie at all times, Goodwyn oozes asshole energy. He stands with a straight back, holding himself above pretty much everyone and wearing a smug smirk to match. Known for leaving most of the dirty work to his small group of servants that stand at his side and whoever's unlucky enough to be stuck with him. However, he is rather skilled at operations that require stealth, but pretty much everyone refuses to say it to his face, choosing not to feed his ego.
  
  Notable Personality Traits
  -Prideful
  -Cocky
  -Snarky
  -Bratty
  -Short-tempered
  -Mildly sadistic
  
  
  
  
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  Gear:
  Armed with a small pistol and a few small knives concealed on his person.
  
  Arch-nemesis:
  His parents.
  
  Henchmen:
  
  Tana
  A slim, tanned woman who dealt with the technical side of the robberies. Formerly Goodwyn's tech teacher, now his handler and the one who keeps him in check. Calls Goodwyn Winnie when he's being a bitch, and is generally no nonsense.
  
  Goran
  A quiet, hulking man who looms over Goodwyn. Enigmatic, and often disappears when not on duty. Goodwyn's bodyguard.
  
  Mono
  Goodwyn's spindly personal doctor who makes sure the boy takes his medicine. Armed with their flamethrower, Mono also acts as a secondary bodyguard, though they only seem to be in it for the violence.
  
  

  Spoiler: The Posse

  

  
  
  
  

 

[AreSneksSly]

LEAH

"Get out of my way."

Spoiler: FC

• The Basics
• Physical Stats
• Personal Information
• Misc.

• 
  
  
  Name: 郝琪华 [Hao Qíhuá], 神芽 [Shén yá], Leah
  
  Alias: Iron Maiden
  
  Birthplace: Miri, Malaysia
  
  Birth Date: June 12, 1989
  
  Affiliations: Golden Hand
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  
  
  
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  Height: 5'6
  
  Weight: 174lbs
  
  Eyes: Black
  
  Hair: Brown
  
  Notable Physical Traits: The mole on her left cheek and her toned body.
  
  Blood Type: AB-
  
  Ethnicity: Chinese
  
  Abilities:
  Telekinesis
  Able to make objects float. Uses hand gestures to mime moving things up, though she seems just as capable of moving things by merely glowering at them. She tends to get massive headaches when holding onto larger objects. Requires line of sight.
  
  Minor Mind Control
  Can convince people to perform actions through a sort of hypnosis. The action cannot be in conflict with the person's personal interests (such as telling a prison guard to unlock the door) as it would break the control, making the person aware they were being controlled and therefore much more resilient to it.
  
  Melee
  Former boxer champion. Because of that she knows how to dish out hits.
  
  Foul Play
  Despite having fought in a ring and being a member of Golden Hand, Leah will gladly play dirty to win a fight. Aiming below the belt, concentrating on spots the opponent seems especially weak in and even using her powers to hit them from behind.
  
  Pain Tolerance
  Absurdly high. Probably a side-effect of both her stubbornness and years of training.
  
  
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  Personality
  A rough and tough gal who doesn't mind having to go to extreme measures to get what she wants.
  
  Strong-willed to a point ridiculousness, she often refuses to back down from challenges. Leah can be rather petty, and she's a sore loser, choosing to order rematches till the end of time just to defeat a single person. Of course, when she's also a sore winner, and one of the few things that make her smile is besting someone, no matter what they were fighting over.
  
  Usually comes off as harsh or uncaring due to her bluntness. Leah prefers not to dance around subjects, as it's annoying and just a waste of time.
  
  A side-effect of her stubbornness is her loyalty. Create a pack with her and she'll hold it as one for life. And if you break it, you will come to regret it till the day you die.
  
  Not brilliant by any means. She's a woman of principles, not thinking, and because of this her principles are given more priority than her sensibilities. Still, she's not a complete idiot. Take her powers, for example. She prefers to refrain from using her powers, more out of a desire for challenge than anything. But if a fight's looking bad for her, she'll use her abilities to save her hide and her dignity as a fighter.
  
  It's unknown if her cold demeanor is a cover-up for something sweeter, but in Leah's opinion, she thinks sticking your nose in other people's business is just an invitation for getting your face broken.
  
  History
  Born from a low-income family, 神芽 was quite dim, even as a child. Struggling in school and only being able to make a few friends, her parents tried to push her to work harder in her studies, only to give up when her repeated bouts of zoning out and dozing off started to interfere. The only time 神芽 showed interest in something, however, was when a boxing match was on the TV. She was entranced by the violence, the blood, the cheers that roared when someone won.
  
  And so one day, 神芽 asked her parents to sign her up for boxing classes. They were hesitant, to say the least. Her grades were still suffering, but this was the first time she was showing active interest in something. So they made a promise with her. And while it was just something to motivate her further, 神芽 took that promise to heart. If she could succeed in boxing, if she could manage to make a career out of this, then her parents would let her keep boxing.
  
  And so 神芽 trained. She trained, and trained, and trained until she was waving goodbye to her parents at the airport, a new champion title and a ticket to America under her belt. It was in the United States where she found her powers, though at the time she gave the fact she was able to float a coffee mug towards her no mind. Because she was on a high.
  
  Win after win. 神芽, now going by Leah, took on opponent after opponent and won, every time. Until she reached came face to face with her final one.
  
  Leah's first loss, and the one she will remember for the rest of her life.
  
  That day she felt the sting of anger pumping through her veins and threatening to flood her heart. And as that woman, the one who beat her, the one who dared to make her lose stepped from the podium-
  
  Leah lunged.
  
  Kicked from the arena and banned from further tournaments, Leah was disappointed. She lost, not only to that woman but to herself. So she had to make up for it. She had to re-teach herself control. And so she joined Golden Hand.
  
  Occupational Background
  No nonsense brawler. Being fit and athletic, most don't know of her powers, seeing as she isn't keen on sharing. Not the most friendly nor open to teamwork, and even when she has to work with others she always seems reluctant about it. Other than the occasional case of insubordination, Leah is known for being mostly capable doing her job.
  
  Notable Personality Traits
  - Serious
  - Reserved
  - Loyal
  - Blunt
  - Petty
  - Stubborn
  - Principled
  
  
  
  
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  Gear:
  her bare fists babeyyy
  
  
  
  

 

[Kassandra]

El Repartidor
"Loteria!"

Spoiler: FC

• The Basics
• Physical Stats
• Personal Information
• Misc.

• 
  
  
  Name: [FORGOTTEN]
  
  Alias: El Repartidor
  
  Birthplace: Mexico, Presumably
  
  Re-Birth Date: Nov 2, 1988
  
  Rough Chronological Age: 53
  
  Affiliations: Manticore
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Asexual
  
  
  
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  Height: 6'5"
  
  Weight: 184 lbs
  
  Eyes: N/A
  
  Hair: N/A
  
  Notable Physical Traits: Skull For a Head, Idiota
  
  Blood Type: B+
  
  Ethnicity: Hispanic
  
  Abilities:
  - Icon Summoning: Use of iconography to summon entities, attacks, or events.
  
  - Luck Manipulation: Rarely used, El Repartidor uses this ability to tip the scales whenever probability is uncertain.
  
  - Fireproof: Perks of being quasi-undead.
  
• 
  
  Personality
  
  Fiercely competent, cooler than ice under fire, and disturbingly cool with putting unimportant baddies in the dirt.
  
  History
  
  Bad luck clichés bring to mind the image of a man stepping between the legs of a ladder, walking across the path of a black cat, stepping in a mirror, and leaning forward into a doorway to open an umbrella indoors. El Repartidor is no stranger to clichés, himself, only his belong to a different genre. His first memories are of him being sprawled out on a burning poker table, his unfeeling mouth full of chips, and wearing nothing but a pink bathrobe. In his hand was an unloaded revolver with an ivory handle, barrel split down in three segments like a banana. And finally, in his head was a fine hole, travelling from his temple to the top of his dome. His skinless, broiling dome.
  
  After an incident being discovered, he went into hiding, with nothing but the tatters of a bathrobe on his back. Starving, thirsty, alone, he sank into the shadows of an alley before realizing there was something in the robe's pocket. A deck of 54 pristine loteria cards. He pulled la luna, and the night spared him from the sun. He pulled el bandolon, and sang his spirits warm. Last, he pulled la calavera. And the beast a bullet, fire, and the worst luck in history couldn't kill, woke back up.
  
  Occupational Background
  
  El Repartidor plays into the Dia de Los Muertos theme, with a gold-encrusted charro outfit and boots to match. He reaps havok for the hell of it, and does it all with just the apocalypse in his pocket.
  
  Notable Personality Traits
  
  - Actually crazy
  - Weirdly spiritual
  - Loki, but Mexican
  
  
  
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  Gear:
  
  - The Devil's Sunday Deck: 54 golden-edged, self-shuffling and self-resupplicating cards in the classical loteria style. Strangely enough, the power they hold seems to come entirety from its wielder, but it doesn't mean they don't make dangerous throwables.
  
  
  

 

[SugaISAMOOD]

BASICS

Name: Adam Lee

Alias: Phantom

Birthplace: Soul, South Korea

Birth Date: February 3,1999

Affiliations: Golden Hand

Gender:Male

Sexuality: undecided
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PHYSICAL STATS

Height:5’10

Weight: 100

Eyes:blue

Hair:sliver

Notable physical traits: slender medium build.Scar across the left side of his face covered by his mask

Blood Type: A-

Ethnicity: Japanese Korean

Powers: -Can turn invisible for not for long because he gets drained
Knows Japanese’s martial arts
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PERSONAL INFORMATION

Personality:
Always seems pretty blank and expressionless, even when they're feeling or expressing something they just don't really show it in their face. Can also get bored easily so he is always doing something.


History: He was born into a well off family. He’s the youngest out of 3 brothers. He’s oldest brother who’s a doctor taken care of them when their parents died in a fire when he was 3. His second older brother is a lawyer.
His high school experience was rather boring as a popular kid he gotten lots of unwanted attention. So he kinda turned into a mute talking when he feels like it.He learns material arts like his mother from Japan. His father was Korean.

The CIA found him when he saved a child from fire and turned invisible on vacation in America.

Occupational Background:
He’s one of the good ones Golden Hand has. Even though he’s mostly silent and sitting in a corner with his feet up on a table watching the conversation. His style is mostly some Japanese Korean traditional clothes mixed together. He never knew what a store is or fashion.


Notable Personality Traits:
Quiet most of the time
Fear of losing his love ones
Kind
Quick on his feet

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MISC.

equipment:
His sword

 

[HossaRaffuSnakerRang]

Spoiler: Faceclaim

Name: Rails

Alias: Antimonic

Birthplace: Argentina, Buenos Aires

Birth Date: 6/19/2001

Affiliations: MANTICORE

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

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PHYSICAL STATS

Height: 5'9" - in | 175 - cm

Weight: 125 lbs | 56 kg

Eyes: Deep-set mint green eyes.

Hair: A previously dark shade of chocolate brown hair dyed neon turquoise.

Notable physical traits:
Freckles dotted in sections all over her arms and face.

Blood Type: A–∞

Ethnicity: Afro-Latin

Powers:

• Acid spit: A green, hot, watery acid that protrudes from Rails's salivary glands and stomach acid. Resembling battery acid.​

Chambers coming up from her stomach to her mouth combine the mutated chemicals in her body to make what she calls projectiles acid spit. No known side effects.

• Bulk up: Like Bane, a villain from Batman, chemicals in her body enable her to "Bulk Up" allowing for short bursts of adrenaline.​

Side effects:

• Random second-degree burns​
• Muscle strain​

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

Personality: Rails is a wildcard, loving everything about being fun, making others laugh, and being the life of the party. She's eccentric and into herself, not afraid to say what's on her mind, but remains able and willing to take time for others even if it's just a 'how do you do'. You can even sometimes find her captivated by her appearance. But that's outside of work. Rails takes her job quite seriously, she's willing to lend a hand to her team whenever it's needed. She's always cheering people on, using encouraging words, not unable to sprinkle a joke here or there on the battlefield. She enjoys making a fool out of her enemies, harassing or threatening them with her Acid Spit is also a favorite activity.

History: With two loving parents, a supportive community, and a drive to become an educator, unlike most villains, Rails' backstory doesn't start tragically. Her family lived with a small community, in a quaint, little section of Buenos Aires. For the first few years, it had been her sister Seratosa, her parents, and eventually her. Their father, a man named Jhon, was a scientist, working on a pill that could turn a mutated human back to its original state. This drug had been in the works for years under safe working precautions, but due to an unpredictable accident, Jhon contracted radiation sickness and eventually passed away. The community relied on the government paying Jhon, who put his money towards basic living expenses for them (like trash, sewage and electrical maintenance, etc.) With his death, their quaint community began to crumble and depart family by family. Rails' mother had to start working again, and by the time Rails was twelve, her sister was babysitting full-time. It was exhausting for a little kid, it wasn't fair, and Rails was tired as she'd never been in her entire life. She was ready to leave her residence. But Rails needed one last thing. She found her way to her father's old office and the hatch in the corner. She knew that there was something in there for emergencies, so of course, she opened it. Underneath a thick layer of cobwebs and dust, there was a box, and it wasn't just clean from debris it was practically glowing. And to find a simple pill inside a styrofoam case not only confused her, but Rails also ended up ditching the whole running away altogether and two days later, she had eaten the pill.

Occupational Background:
Rails enjoy playing a supportive role in her work, that paired with her somewhat lacking powers she makes for a pretty useful lackey. With her only flashy power being Acid Spit, she only fits in the number two spot. But Rails prefers it that way, thinking of it as aiding on the side rather than being a main event. In her past, less organized crime groups she was known to be loyal, loved and even feared when needing to stand in her boss's stead. One of the reasons she decides to be a lackey instead of a run-of-the-mill henchman is because she'd rather prove herself to her employer.


Notable Personality Traits:

• She thinks of herself as an outlet.​
• Absorbed by her face (most of the time)​
• Huggy, touchy-feely, to her closest comrades.​

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MISC.

End of the Hall (instrumental) - Little Nightmares 2.

She wears a air respirator, mostly for the shock factor when it comes to her gnarly mouth.

 

[Goonfire]

DANGERESQUE
​

BASICS
Name: Germaine Trottier
Alias: Dangeresque
Birthplace: Bordeaux, France
Birth Date: December 1, 1970
Affiliations: MANTICORE
Gender: Female
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PHYSICAL STATS
Height: 5’7
Weight: 125 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Notable physical traits: Dancer’s physique, beauty mark under left eye
Blood Type: AB
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Powers: Super soldier, Peak physical condition, marksmanship
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PERSONAL INFORMATION
Personality:
Cold and calculating but eerily graceful, Dangeresque thinks and acts quickly when the adrenaline is pumping. She has a flair for the dramatic, combining tasteful ballet dance with brutal fighting. She wants only the best for her henchmen—the best training, the best weapons, and the best style. She still holds resentment towards the Soviets.

History:
Germaine Trottier was a double agent during the Cold War. She was sent deep into Soviet territory in 1988. After stealing and injecting herself with an experimental super soldier serum, she became power-hungry, ambitious, and slightly insane. Shortly after the Berlin Wall fell, she started her career in costumed villainy. With her aging slowed, it only allowed more time to build her army.

Occupational Background:
Dangeresque and her henchmen combine the classic femme fatale look with ballerina aesthetics. They are skilled acrobats and adept with knives, staves, submachine guns, tranquilizer guns, and flamethrowers. She rose through the ranks as her empire grew, and is now a high-tier villain with a high-tech lair and vehicles. Her triumphs include stealing the United States president’s old limousine, opening a successful illegal gambling operation, and sabotaging a U2 concert. She is also a sponsor of the annual Inter-Organizational Auto Show, a display of heroes and villains’ cars from across the globe. Recently, Dangeresque has become one of the Heads of Typhon, and her ambition carries over to her new position.

Notable Personality Traits:
• Plays by the rules, but exploits loopholes (“lawful evil”)
• Slightly insane—hears music, even if there is none.
• Resourceful—uses anything from the environment to her looks to outwit foes.
• Dislikes philanthropists.
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MISC.
Personal Equipment:
• Throwing darts w/ tranquilizers
• Glock 26 w/ suppressor
• Electrified Bolas

Organizational Equipment:
• CH-47 Chinook helicopter w/ black finish and red Danse Macabre logo. More of a trophy than anything.
• High-tech jet aircraft w/ hover function, for quick entry and exit.
• Land Vehicle - “The Beast”—stolen presidential limousine, rebranded w/ Danse Macabre logos
• Lair - Illegal underground casino guarded by DM henchmen, who also perform frequently. High-tech security systems keep foes out of the deeper reaches.

Minions:
“DANSE MACABRE” - Approximately 30 orphaned/runaway girls with body image issues or similar insecurities, trained in ballet, martial arts, and marksmanship. They are given orange slices laced with a serum that enhances the girls’ reflexes and helps sharpen their minds, so they’re always quick physically and mentally. They are usually armed with MP7’s, throwing knives, and tear gas pellets or grenades. Some are also pyromaniacs, preferring portable flamethrowers instead of standard guns.

Arch-nemesis: The Hammer - A well-known member of the Golden Hand, who used a precursor to her super soldier serum. Her hatred for him is just another relic of the Cold War.