Futuristic H A D E A N - Project: Theia - Character Sheets

[Lord Saethos]

H A D E A N - Project: Theia

Character Sheets

Before submitting a character here, please DM me to submit a character first if you're interested. Note that we'll have limited spots available as we already have players from previously playing this on another site.

Please go to the Interest Check page HERE first if you're interested in checking this RP out.

Below is an example of a Character I played in other iterations of Hadean. You can use his character profile as a bit of a template to designing your profiles.
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Hell's Bells || Vigilante || Chasing Self || Hayling
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• Richard Mackenzie
• Background
• Bio
• Skills & Equipment
• Powers

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  DATA
  
  
  

  Full Name	Richard Mackenzie
  Alias	White Death (Great White Death)
  Age	25
  Gender	Male
  Ethnicity	Caucasian: English, Scottish, French descent
  Hair Color	Dark chocolate brown, almost black in some lights.
  Eye Color	Blue
  Body Type	Slim, but athletic
  Height	5'10"
  Weight	148lbs

• BACKGROUND
  
  

  Hometown	Hope, British Columbia, Canada
  Affiliations	Canadian Armed Forces (formerly)
  Personality	Once upon a time, Richard would have been considered more calm and reserved, even coming off as cold sometimes, though at other times polite and respectful. Richard generally likes to be in control of himself, but in the right company, he can be quite friendly, amiable, even a little sardonic or humorous. White Death, however, shows a different side of him. Cold. Brutal. Detached. Violent. White Death may be calm, but all energy he doesn’t waste in emotions is transferred to him brutally murdering villains, criminals, and the other lowly scum of the Earth. For your typical street criminal, White Death tries to be quick and efficient in taking out his opponents. For those individuals who are particularly vile, White Death will try his very best to ensure he takes as much time with his job as possible. In fact, there may even be an element of enjoyment he takes in that... The greater the crime, or the more innocent the victims, then the more “creatively cruel” White Death becomes to the villains.
  Likes	The outdoors. Particularly enjoys hiking. Mountains Rain Black coffee with some sugar. Orange juice. Typical “breakfast” drinks. History (including books, online content, and artwork) Various kinds of music, though different styles of rock tend to be closest to his heart. Contrasts slightly with his more “classical” tastes or interests. Guns (the tool of his trade). Swords, knights, and medieval stuff. Enjoys the idea of heroes who fought for justice in a bygone era, even if they were few in number. Kind/respectful/polite people. At least reasonably so. Various other things. Some of which he keeps private. Very private.
  Dislikes	Extreme heat. He’ll tolerate it, but it’s not his preference. Alcohol. Doesn’t drink. Smoking. Doesn’t smoke. Drugs (including weed). Doesn’t use them. However, he doesn’t make a fuss about others using, so long as it isn’t killing themselves or others. Ditto to smoking and drinking. Pointless bravado, narcissism, and self-aggrandisement. Hubris. Child abusers. No sane person likes these people. Richard likes them even less. But he does like hurting them. And killing them. Criminals in general that cause harm to others (especially to innocent people). Chaos, confusion, disorganization. It gets people killed. Many of the “hero” organizations. He sees them as bureaucratic or overbearing, and that they lose their ability to be effective by trying to be micromanaged. Villain organizations. Obviously. Despite Richard’s past occupation, he has had occasional trouble with “authority”. He does respect authority, but he has directly disobeyed authority on a number of occasions. As such, he dislikes authority he views as either incompetent, or morally corrupt. And authority that fits that description is authority he will not listen to. Relying on his powers. Richard values the skills he has developed as a human, and it’s important to him that he be a capable fighter without needing his powers. Certainly he uses them, but he generally prefers his human abilities over his cape powers.
  Fears	The people he loves being harmed or killed. Death (as most sane people would). Nonexistence. An existential fear, but a fear nonetheless. That he’s doing the wrong thing.

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  BIO -
  Richard was born on April 16th, 2020 in the small Canadian town of Hope, British Columbia. He grew up there on a rural ranch property, to a relatively normal family who had a relatively normal life. The only thing not “normal” was perhaps Richard’s grandfather, the somewhat wealthy owner of a manufacturing company operating in a few different countries. But Richard’s family wasn’t anyone famous, or fabulously wealthy, just better off than many others. And that took time, effort, and a lot of risk on his grandfather’s part.
  
  What changed Richard from being a regular kid happened in 2031, when he was 11. His younger brother Anthony (8 at the time) had gone missing. Several other children had gone missing in BC recently, and this was just one more to send the province into a panic. The family did everything they could to find Anthony, tried to hire private detectives, everything. Nothing came of it.
  
  5 months later, a man was arrested trying to cross from Ontario into the state of Michigan. He was carrying photographs, and other various pieces of evidence that tied him to the kidnappings, and his other atrocious crimes. A week later they recovered Anthony’s body in British Columbia, as well as the bodies of seven other young boys and girls in both BC and Ontario. The man arrested plead that he was cognitively unfit to stand trial, that he wasn't in control of his actions due to his advanced age (failing memory and understanding of social norms), substance abuse issues, and mental health issues. Almost all of his claims were disputed, but due to an interest in expediting the trial and avoiding endangering the accused's safety, he was sent to a mental health institute to be treated and observed.
  
  This moment changed Richard forever.
  
  The once innocent, blissful child became a bottle of pure, distilled, righteous hatred. His life began to revolve around the things he could have done to save his brother, the other children, and so many other people who’ve suffered. And what went from thoughts of hatred went to thoughts of violence.
  
  This wasn’t all that was on his mind of course. He became keenly interested in history, particularly WW1 and WW2, as well as medieval history and Ancient Mesopotamia. It was through these interests that he came across the real-life legend of Simo Häyhä, the “White Death” of Finland. He was a sniper who had killed hundreds of invading Russians, without a scope, burying himself in snow, and landing killing blows on targets hundreds of feet away from him. The skill and ability to manage this in such extreme conditions inspired Richard. As he got older and was allowed to shoot in target practice, he trained without a scope.
  
  As he grew older and the internet became more accessible to a young boy, he began to watch movies online. One film that caught his attention was from the 70’s or 80’s, focusing on a small group of New Yorkers who’d been terrorized by gangs and street thugs. Eventually, the victims decided they had had enough and decided to deal with the threat more violently. It likely took inspiration from real life vigilantes like the “Guardian Angels”, though they were less violent by far.
  
  By all accounts Richard seemed normal to most people around him. He enjoyed sports, was relatively social, and even did a little bit of acting at school. So it came as a surprise to many people around him when, upon graduation from High School, he immediately signed up with the Canadian Armed Forces.
  
  Richard, being a persistent young man, pushed to be trained as a regular infantryman, a sniper, and as a mechanic. He excelled in the first two, and he managed to be decent as a mechanic, enough that he would be called on for some maintenance jobs. By the time he was 19, he was deployed to <REDACTED> to serve with coalition forces.
  
  It was during the war that his powers were triggered, these specifics (and his time in the army) will be listed in the “Trigger Event” section. Later in his career however, there was considerable tension between Richard and his superiors, and in 2044 he left the army and returned home to Canada.
  
  When Richard returned to Canada, it was just in time to learn that a piece of unfinished business had just been released from a mental institute. His brother’s killer, who had apparently shown “remorse”, “regret”, “considerable progress”, and “real change” was to be released back into the world. Of course, he was expected to “check in” regularly with a parole officer, but he was old, had shown "consistently good behavior", and expected to live out the rest of his days quietly.
  
  Richard had other ideas.
  
  Just one missed parole meeting and a national search began for the “reformed” killer. For months police across Canada, and both Canadian and US border services, worked tirelessly to find this man. To this day not a single glimpse of him has been found. No photos, no eyewitness accounts, no stolen vehicles. The man was never seen again. Alive or dead.
  
  Police investigated some of the families to the killer’s past victims, including Richard. But he was just hard at work, working for his grandfather, far away from his brother’s killer. No evidence linked Richard (or anyone else) to the killer’s disappearance. The White Death had meted out violent justice for the first time, and certainly not the last…
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• SKILLS
  
  

  Skilled firearms user. Good with pistols, automatic rifles, shotguns, and rifles (bolt action, semi-automatic, etc.). Capable of hitting a target at considerable distances without using a scope (something he’s practiced since youth, and something that plays into his name). Can effectively use various pieces of military grade equipment (weapons, communications tech, etc.) Some mechanical skills he picked up in his youth and his time in the army.

  
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  COSTUME IDENTITY
  
  
  
  
  
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  EQUIPMENT
  
  

  Two Pardini PC/GT pistols	One is Silver, the other is Black. The silver one has the name “Excalibur” etched onto it. The black one has the name “Durendal” etched onto it. Richard has these holstered with him for most combat areas.
  An MP5A3 submachine gun.	The name “Tizona” is etched onto it. Richard uses this in most general combat.
  A Franchi PA3 shotgun.	The name “Colada” is etched onto it. Richard usually uses this weapon when in a more confined combat area.
  .50 Caliber Beowulf AR-15.	The name “Hrunting” is etched onto it. Richard mostly reserves this for “absolute necessity” situations. A gun built for hunting monsters.
  A black, carbon steel Tactical Machete.	The name “Joyeuse” is etched onto the blade. Richard carries this in a sheath generally attached to his back.

• POWERS
  
  

  North Wind	[Shaker – 6]	Richard can slow down particles and energy in an area around him, resulting in a drop of temperature in that area. When utilized with his other powers (provided there is sufficient moisture around) this can also be used to create a miniature snow storm in the area (more on this later). So far he has demonstrated that he can achieve temperatures as low as -15 to -20 degrees Celsius, but it’s possible he could manage even lower temperatures.
  White Out	[Shaker – 6] [Stranger – 4]	By lowering the temperature in an area sufficiently, and focusing his energy on creating particles of snow, Richard can create a miniature snow storm. When done correctly, this creates a small area of obscured visibility, allowing Richard a brief moment to retreat/escape if it ever becomes necessary.
  Ice Creation/Manipulation	[Shaker – 7] [Blaster – 2] [Striker – 5] [Changer - 7]	As with the rest of his cold generation abilities, by slowing the movement of particles Richard is able to create and manipulate ice in a variety of ways. Ice Projectiles (Blaster): Richard can create ice spikes to be used as projectiles. However, his skills of moving them in this way is quite limited, usually it requires another force to use them as actual projectiles (including the manual use of his body, ie. Throwing them). Ice Armor (Changer): As the ice spikes would indicate, Richard can form ice into designs suitable for melee weapons, and also for temporary armor. As this is only ice, and creating ice also takes time, armor is usually a very temporary measure, and only manages to absorb some damage. Very much an emergency use technique. Ice Weapons (Changer): The ice weapons Richard creates can be a little more durable than the armor (if their shape can be maintained) and can be effectively utilized for a longer time than the armor. Weapons include “ice spikes”, daggers and other blades, and “knuckle dusters”. The ice knuckle dusters are probably the sturdiest, as they can be made more quickly, more durable, and absorb shock quite well. They also pack quite the punch. Freezing (Blaster/Striker): While Richard can’t exactly “project” an attack, he can manipulate particles at some distances, meaning that he is capable of forming ice over something either close to him, or that he is touching. Touching generally works faster, but this can be used to freeze objects, or even people. While it has proven difficult so far, theoretically Richard could even turn the moisture in a human body into ice, causing near-permanent, potentially lethal damage. This usually takes considerable time however, a lot of energy, and mastery. As of now, Richard has not mastered this ability.

  
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  POWER ORIGINS
  While Richard was in the armed forces, he demonstrated great skill in pretty much everything he was asked to do. He was a decent mechanic, a solid infantryman, and an exceptional sniper. But he had a lot of trouble with authority. Richard was frequently being reprimanded by superiors for not using his scope on sniper operations, and his protests that he was “better without one” did not convince them. They didn’t prevent him from continuing as a sniper on occasion, but he would often sneak the scope off when he thought he could get away with it.
  
  His comrades understandably were confused by his behavior, and they didn’t feel much better when he explained the “competition” he was having with a Finnish sniper from WW2; Simo Häyhä, the “White Death”. Richard didn’t want to be as good as Simo, he wanted to be better than him. Shoot from a further distance, kill more enemies, and miss fewer shots than the now dead veteran had done. Some of the soldiers were bothered by this for a while, not sure he could be trusted with their lives.
  
  It took a few years, but eventually he did gain their trust, and two nicknames. Some of the soldiers would refer to him simply as “The White Death”, hinting that he was continuing on the legacy of Simo. Others would refer to him as “The Great White Death”. Because he was Canadian.
  
  His skills eventually caught the eyes of the Joint Special Task Force (JSTF), Canadian Special Forces. Richard was never fully brought into the JSTF, but he was used as one of their primary snipers on various missions, and as a result also ended up working alongside US troops.
  
  And that’s how everything changed for him. Richard was sent with a special convoy with both Canadian and US troops, they were supposed to be securing a new location deeper into enemy territory. This was going to dislodge the enemy and allow coalition forces to operate in a wider area. But someone had tipped off the enemy. Rockets were fired at the convoy, blowing up several of their vehicles, and killing several dozen soldiers.
  
  Richard’s truck skidded off the road and crashed but avoided being hit by direct rocket fire. He managed to crawl out of the wreck, and was trying to regroup with the rest of the soldiers so they could prepare a counter attack. Another rocket flew by, hitting another vehicle and creating another explosion. This time a piece of shrapnel was propelled right into Richard’s skull. Everything went black in an instant, and his body fell to the ground.
  
  Several days later, Richard awoke in an army medical tent, head splitting with pain, but otherwise alive and in one piece. His bed was also covered in a thin layer of frost, in temperatures above 30 Celsius. Richard doesn’t remember anything of how his powers were first triggered, but soldiers who recovered him from the convoy all stated there was a layer of frost across him, and sporadic chunks of ice littering the area around him.
  
  The army worked hard to get Richard back into fighting shape, and to train him to use his powers for more combat-oriented roles. This was something he was heavily resistant too as he preferred relying on his “human skills”, rather than on his “luck of the draw” powers. Regardless, he spent some time learning to hone them, but soon found himself back in standard missions for the military.
  
  A few months after this had all occurred, in 2044, Richard was sent on what would be his last mission. The details are ones Richard doesn’t like to speak about, but whatever did occur led to a series of disputes between himself and his military superiors. In the end, he was permitted a “voluntary release”, though this may not have been given to him very easily.
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Color Code: #3B444B ​

 

[druidquest]

Bad Habit | Better Off Dead | I Burn | Pepper | Maggot

• Agent Dossier
• Sephirah Registry

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  Name	███████ ███████
  Alias	Ephemera Morn, “Ephie”
  Callsigns	████████, Whacksmith
  Age	██
  Sex	Female
  Ethnicity	█████
  Hair	Brown
  Eyes	Black
  Height	5’8”
  Weight	REDACTED
  Comments	An experienced agent who has █████████████ for ████████, she has been transferred to SINS by request and recommendation of ██████████. Morn is a competent individual despite her difficult personality, and will prove a valuable asset to your squad.

  
  
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  Sephirah Classification	Tiferet
  Ability Description	Subject possesses the ability to manifest various forms of weaponry at will. This ability seems to be tied to the subject's emotional state, as demonstrated in early tests with the subject wherein ███████████████████████████████████, however this seems a minor risk at present.

  
  

 

[Sepokku]

R.E.D. || Uprising || Hand that Feeds || Come with Me Now || Beggin' || Bad Things || Narcissistic Cannibal

• Dossier
• Sephirah Registry
• Addendum 72-42-2

• Name	Unknown, Referred to Hereafter as John Doe
  Alias(es)	Yee Naaldlooshii, Wendigo, Brujo
  Callsign	Nayenezgani
  Age	Unknown, Presumed Born on or before 07/05/1889
  Sex	Fluid, Presumed Born Male
  Ethnicity	Varies, Self-Described as "Dine," Presumed Navajo
  Height	Varies
  Weight	Varies
  Hair Color	Varies
  Eye Color	Varies
  Notes	Found at █████ █████ on ████████ ███ ████ at a site that John described as "the entrance to Xibalba." Local legends corroborate this belief, though the theory has yet to be definitively confirmed.

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  Netzach

  Self-described as a Nagual and Wendigo, John appears to possess powers from Native American legends. He has demonstrated the ability to undergo animalistic transformations, which he claims he acquired through ritual cannibalism and/or witchcraft. This claim has yet to be conclusively proven, as the subject refuses to demonstrate. John distinguishes one of the transformations as "Tonal," claiming it to be the only form that is truly his. The Tonal form bares certain similarities to standard therianthropy.

• -Begin Log-
  Interviewer: Good evening ██████ apologies for my late arrival and thank you for your patience.
  
  Doctor ██████: No, no, there is no need for apologies. You're the only one still willing to speak to me on this matter.
  
  Interviewer: Right, and that matter would be on the Navajo subject labeled John Doe?
  
  Doctor ██████: *Scoffs>* He isn't Navajo! That's exactly the point I have been trying to make. Beneath the veneer of helpfulness and venomous charisma, is a creature we know precious little about. All we have to go on is the lies, *spits on the floor* he has been feeding us, and everyone eats them up!
  
  Interviewer: He's a likable person, it comes with the Netzach classification more often than not... These, lies you speak of, Are they confirmable, or just theories you have,?
  
  Doctor ██████:*Shifts uncomfortably in chair.* Well, no... He speaks in half-truths, the only way to discern fact from falsehoods is to compare the inconsistencies.
  
  Interviewer: Inconsistencies like █████ █████ being the entrance to Xibalba?
  
  Doctor ██████: *Shakes his head.* We're pretty sure he is being forthright about that, or at least believes he is.
  
  Interviewer: Then lies about, what, exactly?
  
  Doctor ██████: Practically everything else! About being Navajo, his age, why he's cooperating with us, field reports, expenses even! We have reason to believe he has skimmed millions off the SINS account in the time he has worked here. Not to mention the disappearance of Agent ████!
  
  Interviewer: We've been over this, Agent ████ was properly debriefed before a horizontal transfer to a less stressful assignment.
  
  Doctor ██████: And I suppose it's just coincidence that no one has seen him since?
  
  Interviewer: We can have another welfare check sent out to ascertain Agent ████’s status, if that would make you feel better?
  
  Doctor ██████: Nothing short of full revocation of John's Agent status will make me feel better. He has been to my home; he has spoken with my children!
  
  Interviewer: That's impossible. Agent Doe is under constant surveillance at all times, when would he have even been in contact with them?
  
  Doctor ██████: *Stands up with enough force to send his chair crashing to the floor.* I'm not fucking around here! *Takes a breath before sitting back down. He grabs the bag from beside the table and produces a GI Joe and Barbie doll.* He had these on him during the last security search.
  
  Interviewer: Agent ███████ was with him when he purchased those, from convenience store. We have the entire thing on security footage.
  
  Doctor ██████: Mhmm, my kids had dolls just like them. Had. They're currently missing.
  
  Interviewer: You're implying... what? That Agent Doe somehow eluded or falsified our surveillance long enough to go to your house and steal two dolls from your children?
  
  Doctor ██████: I'm not crazy.
  
  Interviewer: In our line of work, no one can be blamed for having momentary lapses of sanity.
  
  Doctor ██████: I'm not crazy. *Pushes the Barbie forward.* According to my daughter, this one is named Stacie. Stacie dolls have blonde hair. So why does the one Agent Doe had on him have red hair!?
  
  Interviewer: Manufacturing defect?
  
  Doctor ██████: For the love of- It's not even the same material, it's human hair! It's my daughter's, I'm sure of it. The boys in the lab are running the test to confirm, but it could takes weeks and I want him locked away before then.
  
  Interviewer: Unfortunately, I can't make that happen. I do think your concerns have merit, however, and I will forward my report to the Director.
  
  Doctor ██████: The Director? That's all you can do!? My family is in danger and that's all you can do!? You've got to be fucking kidding me.
  
  *Subject appears to grow aggravated. Interviewer leaves the room before escalation can occur.*
  -End Log-
  

 

[obscured_light]

The Kid I Used to Know || Fire On Up || Animal In Me || El Poder
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• Profile
• Sephirah Registry
• Background
• The Zunigas
• The Arizpes

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  Name:	Rosarita Zuniga
  Ethnicity:	Hispanic
  Alias:	“La Jabalí”, “The Rampaging Rose”
  Age:	33
  Gender:	Female
  Hair Color:	Dark Brown
  Eye Color:	Dark Brown
  Wereboar Coat Color:	Dark Brown
  Body Type:	Muscular
  Height:	(Human) 5’5” (Wereboar) 7’6”
  Weight:	(Human) 155 lbs (Wereboar) 535 lbs
  Profession:	Wrestler

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  Classification:	Netzach
  Clarification	Rosarita is able to shapeshift into a large wereboar. She's unable to shift into any other form and there is a limit to how long she can sustain it. There are no special requirements to shift but a shift can be forced under immense pressure.

• buff woman, BUFF
• The Zunigas are known to the public just as well as they're known in the underground. The family line spans multiple generations that have gained increasing influence in Mexico with Rosarita's father, Victor Zuniga, having personal ties within the government.
  Their spiritual beliefs are similar to those of the Aztecs and strengthened by the ability of descendants to choose the animal they wish to transform into. At age seven, they are allowed to participate in a ceremony where they must devour the heart of their chosen animal provided by the gods. They are then able to transform into the animal at will but can be forced to transform under strenuous or life threatening conditions. This ceremony is attributed to the first known of their line, Atzi.
  All Zunigas have their homes in Mexico but not all are involved in the wrestling business. The current head of the company is Victor Zuniga whose chosen animal is the banded rock rattlesnake. His wrestling name is El Rey Tóxico and he is known to be a rather... eccentric man. Some have said he grew even more unhinged after the death of his wife and his treatment of Rosarita can be rather hot and cold at times.
• The Arizpes are, according to the Zunigas, an unremarkable family. Rosarita's mother, Andrade Arizpe, was the most exceptional person they produced with her ambition and management skills that helped elevate the WWO to WWF standards.
  Much of the family is settled in the states and have a few supers scattered throughout their line. After Andrade's death, they rarely interacted with the Zunigas and cut off all communication once Rosarita was no longer allowed to visit. It is known their dislike of the Zunigas was due to their involvement with underhanded and shady activities such as drug distribution.
  Andrade Arzipe was a remarkably ruthless woman who was known to be possessive of her family. She died when Rosarita was four due to a deal going awry. She had gone by herself with security but it was not enough. Her wrestling name was Arrancando Andrade.

 

[PiePillager]

Are You Ready || Dreams || Mutants Over Broadway ||We Ain't Came to Lose || Ninja Matenrou Kids || Hit Em High || Triumph



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• Unknown Entity Dossier
• Sephirah(?) Registry
• Ninja Arms

• Name	Shinobiman
  Alias	N/A
  Callsigns	N/A
  Age	Unknown
  Sex	Male
  Ethnicity	Unknown
  Hair	N/A
  Eyes	Red
  Height	6’3”
  Weight	265 lbs
  Dossier	Seven Months ago at a digsite in the Gobi Desert, several artifacts reminiscent of various cultures were found. SINS had acquired the artifacts and transferred them to one of our resource bases. Upon examination, one of the artifacts shattered and released the entity known to us now as Shinobiman. We were able to attain basic information because...well, we asked. He didn't give us much. He refuses to comply with any other orders nor does he move from the spot where he was summoned. He simply sits in place and waits.

  
  
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  Ninja Step	With much training Shinobiman has mastered the ability to run at extreme speeds, leap high enough to scale small buildings, and perform feats such as scaling walls just by running and moving fast enough across thin water without sinking or through a minefield without triggering an explosive.
  Ninpo: Shadow Clone	Shinobiman can create clones of himself to either act as decoys or or to use in tandem with another ability. They are not particularly durable and will vanish after they land one attack but they mostly come with the same equipment Shinobiman has prepared, though occasionally sport additional items that have no real practical use.
  Ninpo: Substitution Jutsu	If Shinobiman sees an attack coming, he can avoid a direct hit by replacing himself with a random inanimate object.
  Ninja Arms Summon	Shinobiman is instantly able to summon his Ninja Armaments
  Ninpo: Armor of the Divine Beasts	He has the ability to summon a parts of the Armor of the Divine Beasts, an ancient weapon that must be used in times of great need, though he is unable to summon a full set as of yet. There are multiple parts of this armor, each associated with a Divine Beast and each grant an ability related to that Beast.

  
  
  
  
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  Muteki Blade	An ancient but pristine katana. When powered up it's wreathed holy flame.
  Shoot-Shoot-Shuriken	A large ninja star the size of a tire. Like a boomerang it always returns once thrown, even if lodged into something…okay maybe not quite like a boomerang.
  Boken Bowgun	A wrist-mounted bowgun. While it can run out of arrows, it eventually reloads itself.
  Cloudparting Staff	An oaken bo staff with an intricate handle in the middle
  Smokebombs	Smokebombs
  Caltrops	Caltrops
  Ninja-Board	A skateboard that Shinobiman sometimes uses for extra maneuverability.,
  Heraclespeeder	A car modeled after a hercules beetle, that Shinobiman uses for happenings where his speed on foot doesn’t cut it. It has two horns jutting from its front hood like its namesake used for ramming enemy vehicles.

  
  

 

[Lord Saethos]

Nightmare || Don Giovanni - Commendatore || Sweet Dreams || Ordinary World
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• Morgan Dreyfus
• Background
• Bio
• Skills & Equipment
• Powers

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  DATA
  
  
  

  Full Name	Morgan Dreyfus
  Alias	Mr. Sandman
  Age	29
  Gender	Male
  Ethnicity	Caucasian: Scottish, German Descent
  Hair Color	Brown.
  Eye Color	Green
  Body Type	Slim
  Height	5'8"
  Weight	160lbs

• BACKGROUND
  
  

  Hometown	Boston, Massachusetts, USA
  Affiliations	S.I.N.S (Currently), The Red Death (Formerly)
  Personality	Morgan straddles a line that would get him called an ambivert, and has been for most of his life. For most of his 20's, Morgan was an anonymous horror novelist and author. Not as famous or popular as the big names, but enough to have garnered a small following. The works he did often didn't appeal to wide audiences, as he focused quite heavily on eldritch themes, and abstract horrors that haven't yet had their time to really take off. While Morgan can by shy and standoffish at times, he can warm up and become more open and friendly with those he trusts. However, given his recent traumas, this has become much more difficult. While Morgan manages to stay (surprisingly) level-headed, he has struggles with PTSD, among other things.
  Likes	Reading Writing Mountains Mist Coffee Horror movies Jazz, Classical, and New Wave music
  Dislikes	His new found abilities, but he's slowly coming to accept them [REDACTED] Body Horror Abusive Authorities
  Fears	Human experimentation [REDACTED] The open sea Extreme isolation Death

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  BIO -
  Morgan has almost always been a writer, a storyteller, starting at a young age when it was playing with toys, or cobbling together tales from various media he'd consumed. And that passion for storytelling only grew as he grew older, eventually taking him on the course of attending university specifically to major in English Studies, Literature, History, and much more.
  
  Morgan's preferred type of story to tell eventually became horror, which he chose to pursue anonymously, writing under pseudonyms and fake identities.
  
  This would end up being a mistake in a few years. Someone who was totally unknown was not going to be greatly missed if they disappeared.
  
  One morning in Boston, in the earliest hours of the day, when it was still dim on the streets, the sun not yet reaching the city, and mist blanketing the streets, Morgan was kidnapped.
  
  Morgan's initial fear was that it was some serial killer, or perhaps it was money related? But he was, by no means, wealthy. Mistaken identity?
  
  No, unfortunately it was just a matter of convenience. Wrong place, wrong time.
  
  Morgan was moved around for hours, possibly days. With his head covered in a sack bag, and some chemical keeping him in and out of consciousness, it was impossible to follow exactly what happened.
  
  When he was finally able to grasp what was going on again, he realized he was in some kind of a laboratory. Bright lights, sterile, white ceramic tiles almost everywhere, and medical equipment Morgan didn't recognize from any hospital he'd been in.
  
  Hours passed again, with doctors flowing in and out as they appeared to be examining him. He'd noticed a handfull had blonde hair and blue eyes, but spoke fluent Spanish. Others spoke in a mixture of accents, German, French, British, American, but they predominantly spoke English or Spanish.
  
  After what may have been days, or possibly weeks, the experimentation began. Morgan remembers very little, as he was under anesthetics for parts of it, but he remembers the pain, and the horror.
  
  Near the end of the long, arduous journey of experimentation, they took to 'irritating' his body. Constant little stabs, electrical shocks, and other forms non-lethal, but very torturous, pain.
  
  Morgan only understood what they were doing once his body began reacting by instinct, when the strange eyes began appearing on his body.
  
  While he's come to terms with his condition now, the soul crushing horror, disgust, and self-loathing he felt at that time was all encompassing.
  
  He had become something from one of his stories.
  
  Morgan was in a living Nightmare.
  
  At some point in early-1989, his captors attempted to transport him to a new lab. But the transport came under attack. Morgan was rescued by a 'terror' group that called itself the "Red Death".
  
  Throughout most of '89, he worked with the Red Death group, until being captured by SINS agents near the end of the year.
  
  He has been working with SINS, partly by his own choice as they seem to share a mutual enemy.
  
  Morgan has deployed for various conflicts, including being utilized in the Oka Crisis, where his powers were used to supply the Mohawk people, and their supers, with intel about the Canadian Army.
  
  This mission was not officially sanctioned by SINS, but instead by a very powerful cell, headed by [REDACTED].
  
  
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  Omniscient Narrator	[TBD]	Morgan is able to produce organic, functioning eyes, both as new components of his own body, as well as semi-independent appendages. These eyes can be placed on his person, or on surfaces, and can continue transmitting ocular information to his brain, as if he were seeing it with his own two eyes. While placed on organic material (such as plants, animals and people, etc.) they have an extensive lifespan, though are still susceptible to damage and destruction. On inorganic surfaces, the eyes can last a few hours before essentially "starving" or decaying. The eyes are capable of enhanced ocular abilities, including increased distance it can view, forms of night vision, and even infrared. The eyes can be produced to also have heightened sensitivity so that they are more perceptive to the sensation of sound waves (similar to echolocation). They cannot see sound waves, but can detect them and partially separate patterns and directions. Note: Morgan's own vision is not 20/20, and despite being able to create these eyes, he cannot change his own vision quality. In addition to this, Morgan cannot perceive with all eyes simultaneously, or at least not effectively. He can switch between them with ease, and will reflexively detect movements that any eye picks up (similar to motion activated cameras), but trying to manage multiple ocular sources at once can be overwhelming for the brain, does more to confuse Morgan than grant clarity.
  In-Sight	[TBD]	As stated before, the eyes can act semi-independently, and can even act essentially as parasites. If Morgan is able to successfully 'infect' a host, the eyes he creates will replace the eyes of the host. The host will still be able to see through these new eyes, but so too will Morgan. Note, these parasites can still be removed as any other parasite would be, and if the host is conscious during the infection process, it will almost certainly result in failure, due to the trauma, self-inflicted injuries, and unwillingness to cooperate with Morgan. When done on an unconcious or sleeping host, the process can occur almost entirely without detection, and the host will only ever become aware of the situation when the eyes eventually fail to continue working, and naturally decay.
  Tooth Fairies	[TBD]	A self-defense mechanism of both Morgan and the eyes he creates, both are able to produce small, sharp, human canine teeth. While Morgan can create these on himself, they're of greater effect on the eyes themselves, to grant them also an offensive capability to cause harm to enemies, or avoid it. While the teeth are quite sharp, and carry a great risk of puncturing, they are also quite brittle, and can break with ease.
  Chitinous Rheum	[TBD]	The eyes Morgan creates are capable of producing organic, "chitinous" shells around themselves, as a form of protection from damage. The chitin, as it is organic, is still quite frail and can be damage by most standard forms of kinetic damage, fire, etc. However, the chitin is quite effective (when undamaged) at preventing organic forms of damage. Viruses, bacteria, immune system responses, etc. are unable to effectively move through the chitin, making it harder for an organic being's immune system to resist the eyes in their parasitic form. Morgan is also able to produce the chitin on himself (more on this in "Grasp of Eternal Sleep"), but it is organic, and ergo provides the most minimal form of protection, and at a great biological cost. Producing the eyes, chitin, and everything else his powers do, requires high intakes of proteins and other nutrients to sustain them. It is typically unfeasible for Morgan to use the Chitin for anything beyond protecting the eyes, or for "Grasp of Eternal Sleep".
  Grasp of Eternal Sleep	[TBD]	As mentioned above, Morgan can also utilize the Chitin on himself. How he does this is by forming it around his arm (usually being produced by an eye he creates on his arm or shoulder), and honing it into a melee weapon. It provides minimal protection, but he is capable of forming it into a creating very sharp edges or points, making it quite deadly. It could take the form of a blade, or a clawed hand, depending on what he chooses to create.

  
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  SURNAME:

  Larosa-Seol

  
  

  GIVEN NAME:

  Mellina

  
  

  GENDER:

  Female

  
  

  AGE:

  18

  
  

  BIRTHDATE:

  04/20

  
  

  BIRTHPLACE:

  Stockholm, Sweden.

  
  
  

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  | ALIAS: Kitsune
  
  | ETHNICITY: Korean
  | LANGUAGES: Fluent: Korean, Swedish; Semi-fluent: English, Spanish.
  | ORIENTATION: Panromantic / Demisexual
  
  | DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Naturally Albino - Hair is dyed.
  | EYES: Light Violet-Red
  | HEIGHT: 5”4
  | WEIGHT: 137lbs
• PERSONALITY:
  

  Mellina is what you could call a loud introvert. She doesn’t like to talk about herself that often, but she will always voice her opinions about society, mostly through music. She is often seen at protests and playing her guitar out in subways and train stations. Mellina likes to go to amusement parks and play in arcades. If she isn’t out singing and playing guitar, she’s in an arcade or is using her gameboy to play games. She has a sweet interior that is very hard to get to, on the outside she’s broody and pessimistic, she has little faith in most people.
  
  Mellina has trauma that is mainly triggered by seeing bullets fly, not inherently guns themselves, but bullets specifically trigger flashbacks to her best friend’s death so she strays away from using any type of gun as a weapon and sticks to using her guitar axe.
  

  
  BIOGRAPHY:
  

  Year 1972, Mellina Larosa Seol was born to unknown South Korean parents who thought she was a bad omen due to her albinism. They left her in Sweden after she was born. Mellina was then admitted into an orphanage.
  
  A month later, she was spotted by a kind young Korean gentleman, aged 21 who cooked food for the orphanage on Saturdays. His name was Jinsu Seol. She was taken in by him because she was the only one there that was an infant, and he thought it would be better for her to be brought up by someone who can be there for her. Jinsu had a Spanish girlfriend, Catalina Larosa, that was living with him who was surprised to see that he adopted a girl from the orphanage. Catalina didn’t expect Jinsu to come home with a child, but she took it as a gesture of his love for her. They were only boyfriend and girlfriend but Catalina knew if he adopted a kid, that probably meant he wanted a deeper relationship. Jinsu asked what name the girl should have since she came into the orphanage with no name. Catalina thought about it for a few moments before saying it should be “Mellina”.
  
  The pair got married a few months later and raised Mellina as an only child until she was 9.. Then her parents had a pair of twins, 1 boy and 1 girl, named Emilio and Maria. Mellina was okay with being an only child but she always felt a little lonely, so she wasn’t upset about it. Mellina loved helping her mom take care of her younger siblings and she loves them and her parents with her entire heart.
  
  By age 12, Jinsu and Catalina decided to tell Mellina that she was adopted, and that they don’t know who her birth parents are. Mellina wasn’t quite sure what to think about this information.
  
  “So I wasn’t born from you guys??”
  
  “No, but that doesn’t make you not our child. We just wanted you to know now rather than later because we don’t like keeping these things from you.”
  
  Mellina hugged her parents. “Papa, Thank you. I’m glad you adopted me!”
  
  “Honestly, papa. I feel bad for the kids who don’t get adopted… When we go there on Saturdays, it always makes me a little upset..”
  
  Mellina had been going to the orphanage with Jinsu every Saturday for the past 6 years to help them out. She sees the older kids bullying the younger ones constantly, and tries to break apart their squabbles to no avail. The older kids are just too strong and Mellina is afraid of getting hit by them. She wished she was stronger to be able to help the younger kids out if only on the days she was there.
  
  A few years later at age 14, Mellina saw an older kid pick up a sharp rock with the intent of throwing it at a younger one. She couldn’t let that slide so Mellina ran in front of the little kid and blocked the rock with her hand. Something strange happened though… When the rock collided with her hand, Mellina saw a visual waveform come from her hand which made the rock bounce back, hitting the other on their foot who staggered backwards onto their butt. The contact of the rock left only a small scratch on her hand instead of anything deeper that would have happened. Mellina didn’t think too much of it because the waveforms stopped. She took the younger kid’s hand and looked at the older one.
  
  “Hey! You shouldn’t throw things at people when it could hurt them.”
  
  The older kid was just sitting there in shock while her friends picked her up.
  
  Mellina shook her head and took the young one inside to her father. “Dad, there were some older girls out there who tried throwing a rock at this girl. I blocked it though see!” She showed her scratch to him.
  
  “Mellinaaaa, don’t go around hurting yourself!”
  
  “But it’s just a small scratch…”
  
  “But it stings doesn’t it?”
  
  “Sure it stings, but I saved her from being hurt worse.” She pointed to the little girl’s eyes. “They were gonna throw it right there!”
  
  “Well next time, if there is a next time which I hope not, don’t block it with your hands but use something else as to shield yourself from getting hurt. Let’s get you a bandaid ok? I’ll tell the owners to discipline that older kid.”
  
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  Mellina is now 15 and in high school. She met a friend at the beginning of the school year who she began to hang out with everyday. He was sort of nerdy but she didn’t mind. Honestly she felt the need to protect him because he was such a lanky kid and she didn’t want the older students to bully him. His name was Kal, short for Kalin.
  
  One day Kal came running to her house in the middle of the night and woke Mellina by knocking on her window.
  
  “Mellinaaa, can I come in??”
  
  “Huh?” She looked out the window above her bed. “Oh!”
  
  Mellina let Kal in through the window and shut it closed afterwards. “What brings you here Kal?”
  
  “I just needed to get away…”
  
  Kal twiddled his thumbs for a few minutes. Mellina saw bruises on his shoulders.
  
  “Kal…”
  
  “Mellina can I tell you something?”
  
  “Hm? Yeah go ahead.”
  
  Kal took a deep breath and proceeded to tell her everything about his very abusive father. How he wacks him if his grades aren’t high enough, and sometimes even throws beer bottles at him.
  
  “Oh, Kal….. You shouldn’t have to put up with that… That’s child abuse, you could report it you know?”
  
  “I.. I’m not sure.”
  
  “Oh, buddy..” Mellina patted Kal gently on the head.
  
  “ Okay. Idea. Do you want to live here with me? Does your dad know where this house is?”
  
  “No, he doesn’t.”
  
  “Then you should stay here. I can tell my parents and we can figure out how to arrest your father, okay?”
  
  “Okay…”
  
  Mellina and Kal became closer friends than ever before that night. She kept his mind busy with some games and when he fell asleep, she told her dad about it. Jinsu agreed to let Kal stay in their house for the time being.
  
  It was like that for a year, but Kal’s father was getting restless. His mind wasn’t in the correct place. Kal’s father came to the school searching for his son. He barged straight into Kal and Mellina’s classroom and brought out a pistol and shot his son. He then dropped the gun and ran realizing what he’d just done during a schizophrenic episode.
  
  It was nothing short of utter chaos immediately after. Mellina ran to Kal’s desk and screamed with such force that the windows shattered throughout the whole building. A few shards scratched Kal’s father and stopped him from running, which let the cops catch him.
  
  “KAL, KAL! ARE YOU OKAY??!”
  
  “ Mel… Thank you for being there for me...”
  
  “No…This can’t be happening, why? Why you? You don’t deserve this….”
  
  “Mel.” Kal grabbed Mellina’s hand with what little strength he had left.
  
  “Don’t be sad, I’ll be in your heart. Here.” He slides a ring off of his finger and gives it to her. Kal coughs.
  
  “It was my mom’s.”
  
  “Kal…. please.”
  
  “I’ll find you again in my next life…”
  
  Mellina hugs Kal before he’s taken away by an ambulance, tears streamed down her face.
  
  Kal passed away on the way to the hospital. Mellina wouldn’t show up to school for a few months and came back different… She wore big chunky headphones, carried a guitar case on her back, and raged to the world with her music. It’s her way of protesting against the wrongs of the world. No one listens if you just talk, you have to make it loud, so what better way to do that than with music?
  
  Currently Mellina tries to keep her powers hidden, but she uses them to amplify her voice and music when she wants to be heard. And when the world is asleep at night, she runs around looking for people to save, wearing a kitsune mask to hide her identity.
  

  
  

  ABILITIES:

  | TALENTS: Pick-pocketing, Espionage, Recon, dancing, singing, guitar, piano, & violin playing.
  
  | ABILITY/POWER: Personal Sonic Wave Manipulation
  | CLASSIFICATION: YESOD
  
  - The ability to manipulate one’s own sound waves to achieve certain effects. The user can see the sound waves they produce in a colorful array of waves, different colors are attributed to different frequencies. The user sees their sound waves constantly, which can at times give them visual clutter. Specially made glasses are able to be used to deter this.
  
  | APPLICATIONS:
  - Can increase / amplify the volume of sounds they make, to super sonic levels to create shockwaves that can blast people backwards or be released into the ground or other solid mass to effectively make mini earthquakes or crumble parts of buildings/walls.
  
  - Can make people's ears bleed / cause permanent & temporary deafness.
  
  - Can decrease their sound to the point of not being detectable/ mute themselves.
  
  - Can use the vibrations of sound waves to accelerate objects into certain directions (Kicking a ball at very high speeds, flicking a rock out of fingers at said speeds, etc.) sometimes even creating sonic booms if the item is accelerated fast enough.
  
  - Can use sound vibrations to perform a super jump/dash by stomping one foot onto the ground or snapping and redirecting the soundwaves to push them in whichever direction they are going.
  
  | WEAKNESSES:
  - Attacks from things that aren’t solid (water, shadows, air, fire, etc.)
  - Sound nullification abilities
  - Soundproof rooms
  
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  PARENTS:

  Catalina Larosa, Jinsu Seol

  
  

  SIBLINGS:

  Maria, Emilio

  
  

  PARTNER:

  -Open-

  
  

  FRIENDS:

  Ianthe: Older girl that Mellina finds
  fun to mess with / talk to.
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  NOTE:

  She hasn't had many friends since... well, that time.
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  Singing, playing instruments, rock music, dancing, video/arcade games, Pac-man, being heard.

  
  DISLIKES:
  

  Pop music, guns, gunshot noises, bullets, cheese, pizza.

  
  HOBBIES:
  

  Making music, rollerblading, helping poor people and orphans, stealing from the rich, cooking, breaking glass, spying on people.

  
  

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  Has a tendency to take things without asking...

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  SURNAME:

  Saengmai

  
  

  GIVEN NAME:

  Ianthe

  
  

  GENDER:

  Female

  
  

  AGE:

  24

  
  

  BIRTHDATE:

  06/13

  
  

  BIRTHPLACE:

  [REDACTED], Greece.

  
  
  

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  | ALIAS: Void
  
  | ETHNICITY: Thai-Greek (European)
  | LANGUAGES: Fluent: Greek , Itallian; Semi-Fluent: English, Thai; Conversational: Japanese.
  | ORIENTATION: Bisexual
  
  | DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Pink hair dye, Small written tattoo on
  her back/neck of a Thai phrase: "ครอบครัวไม่ได้เป็นแค่สิ่งที่สำคัญ แต่มันเป็นทุกอย่าง"
  (Meaning: Family is not an important thing. It's everything.)
  | EYES: Brown
  | HEIGHT: 5”6
  | WEIGHT: 139lbs - toned
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  Ianthe is pretty typical at first, seems like a perfectly normal person. Definitely not a person that has executed an entire gang at the age of 15. Ianthe is pretty ambivert coded. She's capable of being both engaged in genuine conversations and can sometimes prefer to not talk about certain aspects that she'd rather keep hidden until she knows someone better. She does enjoy talking to people, it helps her weed out who's a genuine person and who isn't. Ianthe isn't capable of judging people's character just by looking at them so she's become accustomed to being able to talk to people when she needs / feels the desire to, which is more often than not.
  
  Ianthe is quite tortured by her past, always seeing images of what she’s done flash in the back of her mind. She hides this well, but eventually it may all burst out… She doesn't like the sight of blood and carnage that much because of what happened. If she must kill she will make sure that a minimal amount of blood is seen, not that she ever would kill anyone again. Unless it was the only option of course.
  
  Ianthe always tries to weigh her options, she thinks ahead before going through with something for certain. Once she has made a decision though, it is very difficult to change her mind. Ianthe’s mother and friends are always very important to her and if anything were to happen to them, she will make the person/ people responsible have a very miserable time.
  
  Anyone that gets to know Ianthe better will see that she is kind in nature and wants nothing but the best for people, however she knows that some people simply don’t deserve it. She is a fan of the golden rule.
  
  Ianthe might seem bland at a glance and not seem like she knows how to have fun at first, but she does her fair share of goofy shenanigans and likes to tease people, especially younger ones when she gets comfortable with them. It doesn't take her too long to become like this where it would be longer for someone that is mainly introverted. If someone is lucky, she can be her true self within an hour of talking to them, maybe less.
  

  
  BIOGRAPHY:
  

  Ianthe was born to a Greek Mother and a Thai Father in Greece. Her father died when she was 7 due to being involved with some….. [REDACTED] affairs. It was a rainy day, not pouring rain, but that light spitty type of stuff. Some armed brute individuals came looking for Ianthe and her Mother, but they had abruptly left because of a note from a [REDACTED] that was given to Ianthe’s mother a few 20 minutes prior. The note detailed that there will be a [REDACTED] waiting for them located at [REDACTED] at [REDACTED] time. They were to travel to a remote location in [REDACTED] later that day.
  
  A few weeks after arriving at their new house, Ianthe started having dreams of a strange glowing woman dressed in white and blue trying to converse with her. One night the woman was finally able to speak in the dream. The woman was a very powerful deity who chose Ianthe as the receiver of her power. The woman touched her pointer finger to Ianthe’s forehead. The deity was weakened as she was about to die. She was only able to give Ianthe a small fraction of her abilities before fading into glowing particles floating up into the sky. After that night, Ianthe would go on thinking that what happened in the dream wasn’t real.
  
  However a few years later in middle school while taking a nap in the gym locker room, Ianthe randomly fell through a portal that she subconsciously created and would end up inside a pocket universe that she had also created with the opening of the portal. Needless to say she had gotten herself stuck inside of it. One may wonder how she got out…. Well fortunately for Ianthe, a spatial magic magician walked themselves into her pocket dimension and got her out. She still has no clue who it was to this day, as they were wearing a completely black robe with a white theater mask covering their face, but they were very slender and tall, almost inhuman looking in nature.
  
  Over the next year she worked on training her abilities, with her mother eventually finding out. Her mother saw this as an opportunity to get back at the “fuckers” who killed her husband. Yes, use her own daughter as a weapon for her revenge is what she did. Ianthe was 14 at the time. Her mother requested Ianthe to train with the guards that had always been keeping them safe. She told Ianthe what really happened with her father, making sure to exaggerate gruesome details of how her father died all the while sounding incredibly desperate. Ianthe was mentally tortured with that picture painted in her mind and vowed to her mother that she would get revenge for her. During the next few months, day in and day out she trained, with barely more than 6 hours of sleep each night. She was taught mixed martial arts, how to use a multitude of weaponry, and trained her powers. She took to ninja stars, crossbows, and katanas the most. Her personal favorite had to be the crossbow though.
  
  The plan was to catch the assailants by surprise from where they’d take the least amount of notice. It was a whole gang that Ianthe was tasked to… eliminate. She had never killed anyone before, but it was for her family. It was to finally help her mother have peace of mind. So she would do it.
  
  Ianthe was given pictures of the inside of the gang’s hideout that were acquired through a [redacted]. She was to use her portals to go inside and do the deed while most of the personnel on the grounds slept.
  
  Ianthe took a deep breath. “I’m going in, you handle the outside, [REDACTED].” The man clad in an all black tactical get up nodded.
  
  Ianthe rotated her pointer finger in a circle and opened a portal connecting to the inside of the hideout. She peaked her head through to make sure no one was in the hallway and stepped through silently, the portal closed behind her.
  
  Ianthe found her way to the sleeping quarters and in about 4 throws of a ninja star, the men in the room’s necks were sliced open. Choking could be heard from one of them, she had missed his vital spot. The man brought out a gun to shoot Ianthe, but when the man looked up she wasn’t there, but he saw a glowing purple and black void in the floor.
  
  “Shhh…” Teenage hands grasped around his neck, he had no time to react before an arrow was plunged into his throat. The girl then yanked it out. “I’ll need this again… if you don’t mind.”
  
  His gun fell to his side and the man dropped limp onto his bed.
  
  Ianthe’s body count went from 0 to 10 in the span of 6 minutes. There was no going back now. “Let’s finish this…”
  
  The sound of the man choking earlier had alerted the goons who were awake and 2 of them barged through the door.
  
  Ianthe ran at them swiftly and sliced them both with her katana. There were more outside the door, all armed. Ianthe didn’t quite know the layout of the place so using a portal to escape is out of the question. She grabs one of the smaller of the 2 goons and uses him as a meat shield, while she opens up a portal to a pocket dimension to then use as an actual shield. She pushes the meat shield onto a guy and shoots him with her crossbow, then flips around and arrows are shot into the rest of the men in the hallway.
  
  Ianthe has a few more tussles with some bigger men, she was nearly overpowered until [Redacted] showed up again after having cleared the outside. “I’ll take care of the rest of the guys down here, the boss is upstairs.” She nodded and ran off. That’s who she was really here for.
  
  Most of the boss’s men were sent downstairs so Ianthe had no trouble getting to the second floor.
  
  She kicked open the door to the boss’s office.
  
  “Hello…. May I have the honor of taking your life this morning?”
  
  “Oh, how kind of you, asking nicely.” The man clapped and turned around in his chair. He opened his eyes slowly. “Oh my, you're a youngin! What is a girl like you doing, going around slaughtering my men… Shouldn’t you be in school, girl?” His voice came out like a hiss.
  
  Ianthe snarled.
  
  “I must say, you do look a lot like a young lad I knew back in the day…. Something unfortunate happened to him though.” A wry smile appeared upon the bastard’s face.
  
  Ianthe brought up her crossbow in line with his throat.
  
  “Ah, ah, ah… I wouldn’t waste that if I were you. You have to get through them first.”
  
  Two assassins akin to Ianthe’s size came out of the shadows.
  
  Ianthe sighed and pulled out her katana. She dropped it on the ground, along with her crossbow and other weapons. “Go on, take them.”
  
  As soon as the two tried to take them, the weapons fell through a portal and the portal closed. Another portal opened under Ianthe. It was silent in the room for a minute before Ianthe shot one of the assassins with her crossbow through a portal. The portal disappeared and another one opened around the second assassin’s legs and closed, leaving their legs in Ianthe’s pocket dimension. The assassin cried out in agony. Ianthe popped out of the shadows from above and shot them.
  
  “You were saying?” Ianthe blinked and rubbed a spec of dirt out of her lashes.
  
  Bewildered by what just happened, the boss shakily brought out his gun and shot it.
  
  “Die you freak!”
  
  Ianthe summoned a portal for the bullets to pass through and walked through it to end up behind the boss.
  
  Ianthe whispered, “No thanks, but you should,” as she held her crossbow up to his neck.
  
  The arrow forced itself through his neck and the man fell forwards onto his desk. Ianthe collected her arrow and dropped into a portal.
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  Ianthe has stuck to some general vigilantism as of recent. She only killed people for that one specific bout of revenge issued by her Mother and never again. She refuses to add to the body count any further.
  
  SINS later found out about Ianthe’s father’s involvement in [REDACTED] and consequently Ianthe’s involvement in the killing of who killed her father and offered / forcefully requested that Ianthe work for them. They offered heavy compensation and honestly, Ianthe was perhaps a tad enthused about having access to better weaponry and facilities from SINS.
  

  
  

  ABILITIES:

  | TALENTS: Skilled with crossbows, katanas, shurikens, and sniper rifles. Martial Arts.
  
  | ABILITY/POWER: Pocket Dimension manipulation
  | CLASSIFICATION: DA'AT
  
  - The user can create, manipulate all aspects of and destroy their own pocket dimensions. The user can create up to 2 portals to either 2 different pocket dimensions or 1 entrance and 1 exit portal to and from the same pocket dimension.
  
  | APPLICATIONS:
  - Teleportation of people and items via portals (linking to her pocket dimension/s)
  
  - Severing of limbs via closing portals.
  
  - Extensive storage space.
  
  - Fucking going skedaddle to hide in the pocket dimension that she calls “her room.” (She sleeps in it and uses this particular dimension for storage of her items.)
  
  
  | WEAKNESSES:
  - There’s a limit to how expansive she can make a pocket dimension, it can’t go on eternally since it is only a space pocket.
  
  - As of this moment, she can only have 2 pocket dimensions open / created at a time.
  
  - When a pocket dimension is closed / destroyed, everything that was trapped / stored in it gets thrown back out into the current reality/dimension that Ianthe is in.
  
  - The teleportation isn’t necessarily instant since she needs to open a portal, walk, or drop through it, then hop out another one so it takes at least 2-4 seconds to do that. (Dropping through/ out is faster, so Ianthe usually opens portals under herself.)
  
  - Bigger portals take more concentration to make. Example: say a portal the size of a semi truck (length wise) would take lots of concentration and control to make, and will take a significantly longer time to materialize than human sized portals.
  
  - She can only create up to 2 portals at once, could be two openings to different pocket dimensions or an opening and exit from one pocket dimension.
  
  - Spatial Magic users and others that can interdimensionally travel most likely cannot be trapped inside her dimensions since they can just portal themselves out.
  
  - The stability and ability to keep portals open goes in tandem with her mental stability, as does the control she has over the pocket dimensions when she is inside them. (Ex. With a good mentality she can go into her “prison” pocket dimesion that she has trapped bad guys in and can be able to fuck them up severely, in whichever way she wants since she can quite literally manipulate the surroundings and warp the pocket dimension however she wishes to. With a bad mentality, if the enemy is strong enough, they can overpower her, which is very bad since if that happens, it’s not certain that she’d be able to portal herself out if need be.
  
  - Ianthe isn’t considered to have any sort of super strength or super endurance, just peak human physical ability, so if her powers were in a moment of instability she could be overpowered.
  
  
• 
  

  PARENTS:

  Andriana Argyris, Nirin Saengmai

  
  

  SIBLINGS:

  N/A

  
  

  PARTNER:

  -open-

  
  

  FRIENDS:

  Mellina: Some kid that kind of follows
  her around when they happen to meet,
  hasn't shared contact info but they
  somehow just run into each other.
  | -open-

  
  
  

  NOTE:

  She doesn't seem to make friends often.
• LIKES:
  

  Reading, her “me” time, relaxing, cats, practicing martial arts, putting people in portal loops so they can fall infinitely, citrus flavors, asian cuisine, pad thai, doodling, classical music, traditional Asian music, Japanese city pop music.

  
  DISLIKES:
  

  Cigarette smoke, beef, pig meat, pickles, cucumber, impatience.

  
  HOBBIES:
  

  Helping people that need it, traveling, doodling.

  
  

  NOTE:

  Motivated by her will to be a better person.

Art by MisoraUni (me) : )

Spoiler: theme song

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Arata Kin
"I won't ask for your forgiveness."

Agent Overview

Age
Twenty-Six

Callsign
Blackwater

Gender
Male

Height
Six Feet

Weight
[REDACTED]

Hair Color
Black

Eye Color
Black

Expertise
Blackwater self-reportedly worked with loss prevention during his time with the ██████. This allegedly includes experience with administration, logistics, engineering, surveillance, tracking, as well as martial arts, firearms, and ambush tactics, though the agent insists the latter three areas are "inessential". █████ suggests that the agent's ability to craft sturdy tools on the fly should be considered.

Casefile B-173

The suspect presented themself for detainment at ███████ after the ███████ and ████ incidents, admitting involvement. The suspect refused to provide any information regarding the deaths of agents █████ and ██████, but admitted to being present during the massacre and subsequent disappearances. The investigators are in agreement that the nature of the suspect's anomalous abilities and the information provided regarding the recent drug investigations of the ███████ LA district is sufficient evidence to validate all claims, but due to the circumstance of the surrender the case has submitted for review. Due to the security risks revealed at the time of the suspect's surrender further actions need to be taken before a proper verdict can be made.

Fuck it, I know this will only ever be read by YOU. My professional opinion is that the deal is worth it. We've got all the info we need about them now, and I sure as hell don't want to be the one looking my men in the eyes when people start dying. Let SINS take him. I don't care if you fire me anymore.

Joseph Arden, Assistant Chief of Police, City of Los Angeles Police Department​

Sephirah Registry

Classification: Netzach - Summary Attached

Physical Anomalies: The subject has had several liquid and solid organic matters in his body replaced by a black, alien, metallic substance that he refers to as his "blood". It is similar to some carbon steel alloys in its properties, but inside the subject's body it perfectly mimics the biological processes of whatever it has replaced. It appears in both liquid and solid form, and hardens in response to physical trauma.

Anomalous Creation: The subject is capable of creating more of his "blood". The origin of this matter is unknown, even to the subject. It originates from his body but couldn't possibly fit inside of it, and seems to violate the laws of conservation of mass.

Anomalous State: The subject is capable of changing the state of his "blood" from liquid to solid and back at will, without any notable temperature changes.

Anomalous Manipulation: The subject is capable of telekinetically interacting with his "blood", both within and without his body. Externally, his ability to telekinetically manipulate his "blood" depends on mass and distance. Internally, this explains the subject's ability to display physical feats beyond human limitations in spite of his unnatural weight.

| G.O.A.T |
| Guernica |
| Black Out|
| Demo Team |
| Pepper Tea |
| Devil is Fine |

Likes
| Pop Science | Tea | Classical Theatre |
| Music | Guns | Action |
| Mystery | Tranquility | A Good Plan |

Dislikes
| Cutting Corners | TV | Attitude |
| Filth | Sweets | Hiking |
| Incompetent Leadership | Busywork | A Bad Plan |

 

[Simon Strut]

Nocturne

​

• overview
• Background/Bio
• Sephirah Registry
• Casefile A-1.86

• 
  
  Overview
  Name: Alexander Pentaghast Blackthorne VI
  
  Alias: Nocturne
  
  Age: 26
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Ethnicity: British
  
  Hair Colour: Black
  
  Eye Colour: Dark Grey
  
  Body Type: Toned
  
  Height: 5'11"
  
  Weight: 171 lbs
  
  Theme:
  
  
  
  
  
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  Bio
  Hometown:
  Cornwall
  
  Personality:
  People often assume Alexander would be miserable (perhaps due to his appearance or the nature of his powers), but he's quite cheerful. He enjoys the company of his friends, often socialising when he has the time. That being said, he does often enjoy his own company.
  
  He doesn't sleep much, opting to spend his time researching the history of his family's curse. Sometimes he can be caught staring at nothing, deep in thought or perhaps regret.
  
  Alexander is a very tidy person, who likes to follow a routine. His houses are often immaculate, everything is exactly in its place. He rarely hires a maid or cleaner unless absolutely necessary, as he's quite the control freak (at least, in his own space).
  
  Sometimes, Alexander feels as if throwing money at something is the best way to solve it. He grew up much more privileged than most and even though he understands the majority of people aren't as fortunate as him, he sometimes struggles to understand why money or his family's name can't unlock every door.
  
  
  Likes:
  - White Wine
  
  - Travelling
  
  - Uncovering secrets
  
  - Cleaning
  
  - Scenic views
  
  
  
  Dislikes:
  - Deceit
  
  - People who ask too many questions
  
  - Unnecessary Bloodshed
  
  - Lack of Order/Tidiness
  
  
  
  
  Fears:
  - Feeling trapped
  
  - Losing control of his powers
  
  - Losing the people closest to him
  
  - His own mortality
  
  
  Background
  
  Alexander Blackthorne was born and raised in an enormous estate in Cornwall. From a young age, he displayed an uncanny ability to heal from small injuries, though no one ever believed him. It began with minor accidents and falls, until one day, at 17 years of age, Alexander's true powers manifested. One stormy night, the driver his father had employed was bringing Alexander back home from a friend's party. One moment, Alexander was watching the stars go by, mildly drunk, and the next he heard a deafening crash and woke up to see the driver unconscious. He had swerved to avoid a fallen tree. The impact should have claimed his life long before any help arrived, but instead, Alexander's wounds miraculously healed, and a creature of shadow and smoke materialized beside him. It tore the car to pieces to free Alexander, but it didn't give any thought to the driver, crushing his body.
  
  There was terror at first, then shock and disbelief, which slowly turned into confusion. Eventually, Alexander grew to become grateful for this creature's intervention, but he couldn't ignore its brutal, single-minded nature.
  
  But a part of him liked his power. No one else was like him. He could summon this creature to do his bidding and it seemed as if it was impervious to damage and could destroy anything. Alexander felt invulnerable. With this newfound confidence, he found himself hanging with the wrong crowd: a gang of drug dealers and criminals, most of them older than him. A small number among this gang had powers, though none of them came close to his own. He felt like a key player, like someone important, but he didn't realise that the leader of this gang was just exploiting him for his power and his family's wealth.
  
  Unbeknownst to Alexander, the leader was quite powerful in her own regard. Leah was a telepath, that could subtly control the minds of those within her vicinity. When someone crossed her, she would have her lackeys subdue them, then bring them into a room with her alone. Ten minutes later, she would leave the room and her victim would be completely braindead.
  
  
  
  One day, Leah decided Alexander's usefulness had expired, and was aware that he knew too much, so she invited him to a meeting. When he arrived, she subjected him to a telepathic assault, intending to destroy his mind. His Shadow materialised, but her lackeys used their powers to protect her. They couldn't hold him off for long, but she believed it would be long enough. Until, suddenly, just a moment before succeeding, her powers were blocked. A new Shadow manifested, and threw a veil over Alexander, that made him immune to her powers. It then set its sights on Leah and her gang. None of them posed a problem against two Shadows, and the result was a bloodbath.
  
  The error of his ways was quite clear to Alexander. After some time to get his life back together, he decided that he was better off alone, and that searching for answers must be his top priority. He sought those answers in academia, and was accepted into Cambridge University.
  
  So Alexander committed himself to learning more about his history. Now, he roams the world, seeking a way to break the ancient curse that has plagued his family for centuries. He hopes that by unravelling its secrets, he can learn to gain full control and understanding over his powers. He has travelled to every corner of the globe, unearthing ancient secrets, lost crypts and underground caverns that haven't been explored in centuries. He documents most of his work in archaeological journals, and is counted among some of the world's most respected historians. On his journeys, his Shadows have proved immensely useful, and one way that slightly helps him control them was by naming them, Daven and Syfa. Soon, he found himself strangely bonding with them, despite their nature.
  
  In one particular abandoned manor Alexander discovered an artefact that was clearly connected to his curse. It was a triangular pendant, accompanied by writings and diagrams that suggested that it was only one of six pieces. Through careful research, he came to the conclusion that if all six pieces were joined together, the resulting pendant would allow him full mastery over his powers, and perhaps the ability to break the curse altogether.
  
  
  
  He has collected two pieces now, and searches for knowledge regarding the rest, as well as any other related artefacts. All the while, he must be cautious, for those who learn of his unique abilities and the creatures that accompany him might seek to exploit his powers for their own dark purposes...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Sephirah Registry
  Powers
  
  Alexander's powers can be broken down into two major categories. Healing and Shadows.
  
  
  Healing - [Netzach]
  
  
  When Alexander suffers an injury, it is quickly healed. A dark, shadowy substance emanates from the wound before it is stitched back together. This can also apply non-typical injuries, such as psychic/telepathic. The process of healing is incredibly painful.​
  ​
  If Alexander suffers a serious, life-threatening injury, he will still heal but a jet-black scar will permanently mark its location.​
  ​
  Unfortunately, this power has a caveat. Alexander is immune to any beneficiary effects. Whether that is from other Supers with the ability to heal, or standard drugs used for treatment.​
  
  Shadows - [Gevurah]
  
  
  
  
  Whenever a scar is formed, a Shadow manifests. Alexander can summon these creatures at will to do his bidding, but they will also appear near instantaneously if the sense he is in danger. The Shadows seem malevolent in nature, with a faux-sentience about them. If their master's life is threatened, the will stop at nothing to end the threat.​
  ​
  Shadows are nigh-unstoppable creations that can't be hurt through normal means - their bodies can turn to smoke or become impenetrable, and they can dematerialize and rematerialize at will.​
  ​
  Shadows can travel roughly one mile away from Alexander, so long as they remain connected to him through an 'umbilical cord'-like string of smoke. They can, however, reappear at his side if he summons them back or if they sense he is in danger.​
  ​
  Alexander is hyperaware of the almost evil nature of his Shadows, and how little control he truly has over them. Even with all his practice, his control only lasts a while, before they become bloodthirsty killing machines.​
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Shadow 1: Daven
  
  
  The first Shadow, Daven, is a large, hulking brute. Standing at 8 feet tall, Daven possesses incredible strength. It is able to shatter stone and contend with some of the stronger heroes with super-strength. Since Alexander has had more time with Daven, he has more control over it than he has with his second Shadow.​
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Shadow 2: Syfa
  
  
  
  The second Shadow, Syfa, seems feminine and almost elegant. It often floats above the ground (though its flight speed is limited) and is much more agile and quick than Daven. Though it doesn't possess Daven's strength, it can extend its arms to three times their normal length, and has clawed fingers sharper than steel. Furthermore, if Syfa stays within arm's reach, she can cover Alexander in a smoky shroud that offers him protection against any mind-control powers.​
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  NOTES​
  
  
  • While unconscious, Alexander's Shadows will disappear. However, if he is any kind of immediate danger of being hurt, one or both of the Shadows will manifest, jolting him awake.​
  
  
  • Alexander's healing powers are directly proportionate to how many Shadows are summoned. If one Shadow is present, his the efficiency of his healing is halved. Likewise, if both are present, he cannot heal at all. If he suffers a fatal injury, however, any summoned Shadows will disappear, in order for him to heal from it (and manifest a new Shadow).​
  
  
  • Every time a new 'scar' is formed, Alexander's control over his Shadows will decline, drastically. Furthermore with each scar, Alexander loses more of and more of himself, he feels himself becoming less 'human'.​
  
  
  • Currently, Alexander has two 'scars'. One resembles a large gash across the left side of his chest, tracing across his ribs and creeping up his neck. The other is on his brain, visible on MRI or CT scans.​
  
  Power Origins
  When Alexander's powers first manifested, he made it his life's mission to find answers. He discovered that his powers were connected to an ancient curse passed down through his family bloodline. Legend has it that one of his ancestors made a pact with some kind of entity, either demonic or eldritch in nature, trading their soul for power. This curse has passed down from generation to generation, but only rarely manifests in a few individuals. While journeying and researching, Alexander came to the conclusion that his powers were far more formidable than any of his ancestors', which he theorises could be connected to the sudden increase in the presence of Supers.
  
  As Alexander delved deeper into his family's history, he learned how to control and communicate with the Shadows. Through mental training and discipline, he managed to gain some influence over their malevolent tendencies, and is constantly trying to improve his control over them.
  
  
• 
  
  S.I.N.S.
  Alexander Blackthorne
  AKA: Nocturne
  ██ ████████,
  
  The Investigation department has marked Alexander Blackthorne ('Nocturne') as a threat. Recommended action: Harness, contain, or neutralise. Further evidence of his abilities can be found in CCTV Files 1086, 1087, ████, and 2160.
  
  As you can see, the creatures Nocturne employs are formidable. The covert team of operatives (Vanguard, Ember, ████████, Whisper and Surge] that was initially sent to neutralise him proved insufficient, and were all KIA, though this experience provided us with invaluable intel. Nocturne's creatures cannot be harmed through normal means, although exposing them to powerful █████ ██ █████ has proven to be effective at slowing them down, if only somewhat. ███████████ ██ ████ energy can keep them at bay, momentarily, but they are relentless, evasive and deadly. They materialise whenever he is threatened, though it seems he can summon them at will.
  
  It should be noted that despite his power, Nocturne has some clear, exploitable weaknesses. The creatures will not manifest if he is unconscious, unless he is attacked while unconscious. Therefore, we recommend finding him while he sleeps and administering ████████. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO KILL OR MAIM HIM. Carefully transport Nocturne to █████ facility, where he will be put into a medically induced coma indefinitely. Remember to keep the area well ventilated and attach feeding tubes: if the danger of suffocation or starvation is present, a new creature will be summoned and Nocturne will be forced awake.
  
  The Espionage team has successfully infiltrated Nocturne's most recent residence and returned with copies of historical manuscripts dating as far back as the ████ century. The Research Department has used this to extensively explore Nocturne's lineage, the nature of his 'curse', and the artifacts connected to his powers. They have uncovered an artifact known as the ██████████ Blade. All evidence suggests that the creatures Nocturne can summon are vulnerable this weapon, and can be permanently killed by it. The weapon has been stored in vault AX-80 in the █████ Facility, ███████████. Use as a last resort, or as a threat to bring Nocturne into our employ.
  
  Finally, it should be noted that Nocturne's biological parents have recently moved to ██████, Portugal. A team of ██ ██████ are keeping a close eye on them. Furthermore, we have discovered Nocturne was once romantically involved with Callum ███, a teacher in ███████, Scotland, though he was reported deceased as of ██/██/████. Nocturne keeps in contact with his family, so we recommend posting a surveillance group in that vicinity.
  
  
  
  █████████ ████,
  Investigations Department.
  
  
  ​

 

[DarKnight36]

Daiyu Chen

Alias: Ichor
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: American (Chinese)
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Chocolate
Body Type: Compact
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 128 lbs.

Sephirah: Netzach
Powers: Blood is the most critical part of a human's body. More so than the brain, more so than the heart. Blood holds power over the human body. Blood is power. Such was the thought process behind the brutal experiments that transformed Daiyu's body into a weapon that can control her own blood. Manipulation of the liquid can come in many forms - bullets she fires through a specialized rifle that she can guide with her mind; close-range weaponry that can shift size and weight at will; even poisoning targets by slipping intoxicated blood into their drink or food. From a drop to a gallon, if it's her blood, Daiyu can use it.

There is an intense drawback to this power that ultimately was the cause of her label as a failure, and the attempt to dispose of her: intense headaches and loss of consciousness that occurs within a short amount of time, depending on how much blood she has used. Using too much at any one time will cause her to slip into a coma. This has caused her to be very conservative, and she will often take downtime to literally bleed into containers strictly measured for each job.

Interestingly, Daiyu's blood is similar but chemically different from a normal human's. The organization that made her dubbed her blood "Ichor", the blood of the gods. She has not appeared to age since her transformation, and is seemingly immune to disease. Her body also heals rapidly (small cuts heal within a day, broken bones within a week, etc. Depends on the severity). She can't die from blood loss but her durability doesn't seem significantly greater than a normal human's.

 

[MisoraUni]

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• 
  

  SURNAME:

  Liu

  
  

  GIVEN NAME:

  Jinhua

  
  

  GENDER:

  Female

  
  

  AGE:

  25

  
  

  BIRTHDATE:

  07/02

  
  

  BIRTHPLACE:

  China

  
  
  

  Extra:

  | ALIAS: The Bloodletter
  
  | ETHNICITY: Chinese
  | LANGUAGES: Mandarin, Cantonese, English
  | ORIENTATION: Bisexual
  
  | DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Burn scar on the palm of her right hand.
  | EYES: Gold / Amber
  | HEIGHT: 5”6
  | WEIGHT: 138lbs
• PERSONALITY:
  

  Jinhua, having grown up in a secluded temple…. Is the complete opposite of reserved.
  
  She has a very “Even if you say no, I don’t care.” kind of attitude.
  
  Jinhua dislikes being bored and always looks to have a fun time, via exploring, learning exciting things, hanging out with interesting people etc.
  
  Jinhua gets irritated by people in positions of power and wishes for them to burn, because all they seem to care about is themselves and not the repercussions of their actions or what people they end up hurting.
  
  

  
  BIOGRAPHY:
  

  Jinhua was born somewhere in China in the mountains to parents whom she struggles to remember. They weren’t in her life for long. It’s assumedly possible that one of her parents is not of this earth and somehow procreated with the other human parent to birth her.
  
  For most of her childhood, she lived in a Monastery atop a mountain plateau. The monks there cared for her and sent her to school every day. She climbed up and down the mountain each day by herself from age 5 and beyond for preliminary strength and stamina training. One of those days, she scraped her right hand on a twig and the twig ignited into flames, which also left a burn scar on her palm as she didn’t pull away fast enough. The Monks saw that her blood was dangerous to Jinhua’s surroundings and herself if not cared for properly so they sent her for testing in a lab where the properties of her blood were determined. It was tested with all sorts of materials until they found what didn’t react with it. (listed in “notes”) Those items were specified to be the only things that Jinhua could wear and use upon her person so that she wouldn’t hurt herself. Every other substance, she would have to be careful around and avoid sharp points and edges so as not to bleed and cause unwanted combustions.
  
  When Jinhua was old enough, the Monks decided that she would start learning the martial arts of the temple to learn how to avoid dangers. Jinhua enjoyed the thrill that came from using her blood to make things explode though and would in secret, use it to make explosions and experimented with how big she could make them based on how much blood is used.
  
  Jinhua left the mountain at the age of 18 and went to college, majoring in engineering, specifically for weapons. Jinhua got a job at a weapons manufacturer and used the knowledge she learned to make her own sort of blood powered gun (listed in “weapons”) so she could accurately shoot out her blood to make explosions. She also crafted her own sword based on the chinese dao design.
  
  Jinhua left that company after realizing that their CEO was embezzling money and using it to sway the Chinese government.
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  A few years later and News Articles started popping up with headlines stating that “Spontaneous explosions keep happening at [REDACTED COMPANY NAME] locations with seemingly no cause.”
  
  
  SINS this SINS that, they found out who was behind the explosions yada yada, the rest is history blah blah.
  There was no blackmail needed. she joined SINS for the heck of it.
  
  

  
  

  ABILITIES:

  | TALENTS: traditional Chinese dance, Chinese martial arts, swords, guns.
  
  | ABILITY/POWER: HIGHLY REACTIVE BLOOD ( Combustion inducement via blood)
  | CLASSIFICATION: TIFERET
  
  - Her blood is not red colored, it is instead a deep purple. It is essentially an unknown/new chemical compound and when in contact with most substances, the blood violently reacts with oxygen in the air and combusts. Her other bodily fluids / skin & hair oils do not react with her blood due to having a property that makes them immune.
  
  - She likes to phrase it as her blood is “Allergic to a multitude of substances.”
  
  | APPLICATIONS:
  - stuff go boom boom
  - blood bombs
  
  
  | WEAKNESSES:
  - Too much blood loss / use = drowsiness, fainting.
  - She is not immune to fire and can burn, she’s just immune to the properties of her own blood.
  
  Power origin is presumably a birth deformity (???) due to the mixing of human DNA with DNA from an extraterrestrial source. The substance that is her blood is completely new to this world.
  
  | WEAPONS:
  She has a sort of gun made of reinforced rose gold plated steel and PET plastic that pricks her and sucks up her blood so she can shoot it out at things in pre measured amounts according to a dial that chooses the amount.
  
  A Black gold chinese dao style sword.
  
  | NOTES:
  
  Her blood does not react with the following:
  - gold
  - silver
  - platinum
  - copper
  - ruthenium
  - rhodium
  - palladium
  - certain plastics: latex, polyester, PET.
  - water
  - Mulberry silk.
  
  - To dispose of her blood/ items soiled with her blood, they have to be rinsed with water, then treated with a few different solutions until all that's left is water and sodium sulfate. (She keeps these solutions on hand for cleaning her bandages and removing her blood from band aids).
  
  - After her blood has exploded / reacted, it becomes ozone gas and later turns into O2, among other bi-products which should be removed by chemists.
  
  - If her blood is dried it becomes nonreactive, it is only reactive in liquid form. So if she has a scab and touches paper, it won't explode.
  
  - She is seen wearing silk and clothing made from polyester and latex fibers, but prefers silk more due to it being a natural substance.
  
  - She has typical human durability.
  
  - incapable of contracting diseases.
  
  - Her blood regenerates some 20% faster than typical human blood, but requires her to eat lots of food and drink water, much more than average people
  
  - She heals at a rate about 10% faster than humans.
  
  - It's safe to say she technically isn't human due to her DNA being different from birth.
  
  
  
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  PARENTS:

  ?????

  
  

  SIBLINGS:

  ????

  
  

  PARTNER:

  -open-

  
  

  FRIENDS:

  -open-

  
  
  

  NOTE:

  Be warned, she has no filter.
• LIKES:
  

  Fire, spring time, traditional Chinese dance, lavender scented candles, chicken, coming up with ideas, exploring.

  
  DISLIKES:
  

  rain, boredom, arguing, getting unnecessary cuts and or scrapes.

  
  HOBBIES:
  

  Dancing (traditional Chinese), Chinese swordplay, Tai Chi, traveling, forging knives and swords.

  
  

  NOTE:

  Hehe blood go boom boom

Art by MisoraUni (me) : )

Spoiler: theme song

 

[XianaEvermor]

• SINS Intake
• Background/Bio
• Sephirah Registry

• 
  

  Name:	Xandyr Elliot Pendrake
  Alias:	Dr. Outrageous
  Age:	31
  Body Type:	Rude... but, skinny fat, I guess?
  Height:	5'8''
  Weight:	130 lbs
  Blood:	Uh. Yes.
  Blood Type:	0 Hero
  Type of Blood:	The... normal type?
  Can you donate blood?	Yes, it's my civic duty.
  Does your blood explode?	Not to my knowledge?
  Can your blood be made nonvolatile with a centrifuge?	It was nonvolatile to begin with... so, no?
  Personal Note:	What's with the sudden obsession with blood on these forms? Have I missed something?
  Gender:	Male
  Ethnicity:	Uh. English.
  Eyes:	Green Yes, two.
  Eye Color:	Green
  Hair:	Chestnut Brown. God. Yes, I have hair.
  Hair Color:	Chestnut Brown
  Theme:	Mad Scientist, I guess

  
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  Hometown: London, England
  
  Personality:
  Scattered and easily distractable, particularly when a subject of interest is involved. Generally affable, if prone to pithy sarcasm. Generally unflappable, but done with everyone's bullshit. Xandyr Pendrake is all of these things. There's a particular psychology behind supers wearing a mask, and the person behind it; about why we wouldn't recognize that person in public, even though their mask does little to hide their true identity. Simply put, Dr. Outrageous and Xandyr Elliot Pendrake can barely be recognized to be the same person.
  
  While Xandyr could easily be described as oblivious to a fault, Dr. Outrageous is an incalculably dangerous sociopath with laser focus. Xandyr is a squeamish wimp with poor posture who's afraid of spiders. Dr. Outrageous revels in the savagery of violence and is not above fighting with dirty, abhorrent tactics. He maniacally inflicts fear and terror on those around him. He approaches his goals fearlessly, with single-minded focus, without regards to his own life, or the lives of the people in his immediate reach.
  
  Likes:
  I'm... supposed to fill this part out myself? Right. Of course, because only I would know what I like. The waitress at Atomic Anne's gets my order wrong. Every single day. Sometimes I wonder if she does it on purpose to test and see if I'll say anything about it- I won't, but still: this is who wants to raise the minimum wage? O̴̢͙̭͒n̸̻̥͖̫̰̾̄̀͋ę̸̛̻͖̿̈́̋̎͘ ̸͖͔̰͌̉̅d̷̙̬͍͉̏̇͐͂̽͐ͅa̴̲͝y̴̧̡̛̻̬̦͗͋̔͒̕ ̷̛̖͌I̷̡͔̲̹̊̍́̀'̶̻̋͆̾͋̾m̵̳̘͖̘͈̐̽̑ ̷̭̹̥̰̙͑̌͆͆̐ͅģ̷͕̭͂̏̓̕ǫ̶̛͇̩̻̽̓̊̕i̸̡̛̙̮̔͊͋̆ņ̷͓̳̗͒̓̃͝ͅg̷̱̯͆̾̀͊̆͝ ̴͔̪͎́̈̂̚ͅẗ̴̢͉̗͍̞̰́̊̌͐̚ŏ̴̙̯̗͓͈͇̆̈̽́ ̵̪͉͓̏̉̇b̶̦͑̈́̊ụ̸̡̢̙̠̊ṙ̸̢͓̞̖̋͑ͅn̶̰͍̬̗̰̮̈́́ ̸̢͙͍͉̞̍̍̆̿̀t̸͔̜͐́͋̉ḥ̶̹̤̜̤̓ͅa̴͔͆͆t̷̡̯̪͇͇̉͜ ̵̨͍͔̉̈̀p̴̫̼͝l̶̢͖͈͖͒͌̔͠͠a̵̼̰͓̣̽̉̉͂̂͠c̸̳̞͐̅̌̓ẽ̴͕̚ ̴̠̙͚̱̻̩͒̆̆͂̏̚d̵̨͎͝ȏ̴̙̼̻͘ẃ̴̧̗̈́̇͛͜n̸̏̃͘ͅ.
  
  Does this have to be a comprehensive list? No? Unprofessional, but whatever.
  
  • Unsweetened Tea.
  • The smell of rain.
  • A quiet lab.
  • TaleSpin. That show is going places, I bet it syndicates.
  • D̸̨̢̠̖̽͠͝e̶̡̹̘͈̭͒͒̅̚͜a̵̙̥̺̰͍̋̓̒̚͠ͅt̴͇̪̒̑̒͑̐͘h̸͖̉̋̈̒̕͝͠.̵̢̢͇̒ ̴̦̣̖̯̹̳͎̺́͒̇̿͂͛̚Ḟ̷͉͊͛͐̎̕i̸̡̗͉̦͕͗͒͒̌̇ȑ̵̡͍̟͓̥͕̮̓̽̈́͛è̷͜.̴̧̪̦̅͗̀̃̓̆͑͠ ̶̱̀̿͒͘͝T̵͍̓h̵̻̯̰̠͐̀̎̃̅̄͜ę̸̛̖̹̘͔̰̞̃̃̆̇͆ ̶̡͓̖̫̳̦̯̭̓̑̅̄̓͘š̵͙͚̬̟̻͚͉͔́͝ĉ̶̹̝̜̬̰̓̒ȑ̷̨͎̫̝̫̦͍͙́ḛ̴̢̟̯͈̗̼̍̌̀̚͠a̶͔̮̳̩̪͚̿̉̈́̑̀͜m̷̩̈š̷̡̭̭̋̅̍͗̆̈͘ ̶̢͎̠͕̰͇̲͇͐̎̅̈́̓̍ọ̶͈̞͓̀͑̓͐͠f̷̼̑ ̵̢͕̖͎̭̍̾m̷͎̱͙͉͚̺̈́̽̅ͅͅy̴̬̦͓̖͕͈̲̜̆̆̿ ̶̛̺̮͙̼̬̿e̴̜͛̈́͂̓̀̚ǹ̷͖̘͋͌̐̄̌͠ḛ̸̥͇̼̗̬̙͊m̷̡̧̛̳̠͕̥̱̜̃͌͛i̴̡̜̣̳̾͗̈́̿́͌ͅe̷̛̜͎͝s̴̮͗̾̾̆͆.
  • Accomplishing a difficult task.
  Dislikes:
  No specific order... I thought it was important to mention that this is not a ranked list. Unless this form is for requesting a ranked list of dislikes, in which case it is ranked... for your convenience.
  
  • Sweet Tea.
  • Incompetence.
  • Bureaucracy.
  • F̵̧̛͎͓̰̪̩̞͈͍̹̹̪͊͂̂͌͒̋͗̌͌͂͐̑̕͘̕ͅa̶̯͉̼̘͕̠͈͚̗̙̰͍͙͌͂i̸͉̱̭̇l̵̢̡̪̬͍͕̠̽̒̄͋͐̓͆́̍̅̃̆̋̚̕u̷̞̼̤̜̰̫̪̹͎̼͈̱͒̓͆̐̒̈̒͂̉́̕ṟ̸̛̑͌̋̀̌̅̔̿̓̌̾͝͝e̸͚̤͈̞͑̍͘.
  • Parking Tickets.
  Fears:
  
  • Spiders.
  No seriously, is anybody taking notes here? I have SEVERE arachnophobia, like I can't even cope. My cell will be fumigated, won't it? I can probably figure out how to cure the cancer if it becomes a concern so DO NOT go easy, I'll deal with the fumes.
  
  Background:
  Xandyr Pendrake is a scientist from England with a penchant for creating outlandish disposable devices. He was transferred to the United States on loan to the National American Hero League Association (NAHLA) at the request of director Evangeline Richter in order to augment the organizations non-powered staff. It was an equitable arrangement for several years, until an unknown organization broke into Xandyr's home, killed his wife, and kidnapped his son. As of yet, nobody has claimed responsibility. After months of begging for anyone to take action and getting bogged down in red tape and beuracracy, Xandyr finally snapped and began his own investigation.
  
  The method is unknown. According to the SINS investigation, the remains of some kind of device were found at the crime scene. Our best minds can only guess at its purpose. The number of miniature camera lenses on the device suggest that it was either to record, or project some kind of image. Xandyr went awol from his post at NAHLA and traveled to Spain. His exact route through Europe is unknown, but somewhere between Germany and the Soviet Union he stopped being Xandyr Pendrake.
  
  Dr. Outrageous cut a swath of destruction across southern USSR. At first, his targets mainly seemed to consist of buildings owned by shell companies. Sometimes he would branch out and hit storage facilities or industrial buildings with no apparent pattern. All targets had their offices and filing ransacked for information from what we could tell by investigating the sites that survived more or less intact. At first, the collateral damage was kept to a minimum, however, the local police and military began to get involved. Afterwards, Dr. Outrageous began to target infrastructure and destabilize the local population. Due to the volatile political situation, the disruption to utilities and supply chain often caused destructive riots to erupt, keeping the authorities too busy to impede his progress.
  
  Eventually Dr. Outrageous stopped for unknown reasons, traveled back to the United States, and fell off the radar for some time. Until...
  
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  Hod/Hokhmah [Summary Attached]​
  
  Classification - HOD [Manipulation of the world around you] [Small Object Telekinesis]
  [Summary]
  Xandyr has been found to be able to telekinetically manipulate small objects with a high degree of accuracy and dexterity. The actual size, shape, and composition does not seem to matter, only that this ability has a strict mass limitation of just 3kg. The limitation does not seem to have an affect on the number of objects Xandyr can control at a time. Further testing has uncovered that Xandyr does not have to have visual contact with the item to continue to passively hold it, so long as he remains aware of it. Xandyr has also demonstrated the ability to accurately push buttons and activate switches that he can see, as well as lob and roll light objects with low velocity.
  
  Xandyr continues to be cooperative, if annoyingly sarcastic. When questioned about the origin of this ability he shrugged, saying, and I quote: "I dunno, got it by accident I guess. Car got stuck in a ditch one day, and I thought I would be real clever and build a device to move the car back onto the road since I didn't have a winch. Sneezed and crossed a wire or something and the Tele-Move-O-Matic (working title) blew up. I gave in after that and walked to a call box to call for a tow. The next morning, poof! New power! Never could replicate it, and until today it mostly held my coffee while I work."
  
  When we attempted to test differences in the ability between Xandyr and Dr. Outrageous, Sgt. Smith was killed. A review of the camera footage revealed that the safety on Sgt. Smith's sidearm was disengaged, and the trigger pulled while it was holstered, shooting him in the foot. Dr. Outrageous had somehow managed to jury rig a disposable skeleton key from an office pen, and a paper clip during the confusion, and stabbed the Sergent in the neck. Five others were hospitalized before Dr. Outrageous could be subdued.
  
  
  [Organization-Wide Memorandum]​
  
  
  
  The trigger-pull force of all firearms is to be re-calibrated to 4kg or more. All firearms will be checked for re-calibration before entering Dr. Outrageous' facility. A general warning not to expose the center-fire priming surface of any ammunition in his presence is pending circulation throughout all facilities. Knives and other small objects that could be used as weapons are forbidden unless they can be secured by fasteners rated for 4kg or higher. Dr. Outrageous is to be fully restrained, blinded, and immobilized at all times during interaction.
  
  
  
  Classification - HOKHMAH [Wisdom and insight] [The Tinker]
  [Summary]
  Xandyr has an uncanny ability to create. This ability does not seem to have a category or purpose limitation. For the higher-ups, I can broadly separate the types of devices Xandyr can create into four categories. The things Xandyr crafts with this ability seem to have a strict one-use limitation.
  
  Xandyr doesn't always appear to know the function of the devices he crafts, particularly ones from a higher complexity tiers.
  
  
  [Low Complexity] [Crafting Time - 30 seconds or more] [Tools Required - Hands] [Environment - Improvised]
  Xandyr can transform relatively mundane objects into improvised devices with a simple mechanical, or electronic function. Xandyr was able to make himself a set of basic tools out of an assortment of office supplies, though each tool only served to craft one additional device before becoming inoperable. Suggested use: crafting improvised objects to deal with unplanned obstacles such as locks or restraints.
  
  [Medium Complexity] [Crafting Time - 5 minutes or more] [Tools Required - Basic toolkit] [Environment - Basic Workspace]
  When provided with sufficient time, materials, and a set of basic tools, Xandyr was able to craft a variety of contraptions. The limitations of his ability seem to lean his focus towards crafting specialized ammunition and small yield explosives. He was able to craft a variety of non-explosive devices as well, such as temporary power sources, and objects that could apply more complex mechanical force. Suggested use: outfitting a fire-team with specialized munitions on short notice. Dealing with a planned obstacle.
  
  [IMPORTANT] MATERIALS NEED NOT BE VOLATILE OR EXPLOSIVE IN NATURE TO BE MADE INTO AN EXPLOSIVE. ON PURPOSE OR OTHERWISE!
  
  
  [High Complexity] [Crafting Time - 50 minutes or more] [Tools Required - Specialized] [Environment - Dedicated Workshop]
  When we set up a machine shop with specialized equipment and materials, Xandyr was able to cobble together pretty much any device we could think of, and some that were positively outlandish with the caveat that it only served its purpose once. Suggested use: Outfitting for an operation with narrow focus, requiring highly specific, specialized equipment.
  
  [PARACAUSAL] [Crafting Time - 8 hours or more] [Tools Required - Advanced] [Environment - Specialized Lab]
  Xandyr mentioned that with a dedicated lab space, advanced tools, specialised equipment (some of which he had to set up himself), and some time to work without distractions, he could devise even more advanced gadgetry. Upon urging from higher ups, Xandyr was given everything he asked for this evaluation and allowed to work uninterrupted for several days.
  
  This was a mistake.
  
  What footage we were able to recover reveals Xandyr reverted to the Dr. Outrageous persona at some point while wearing a welding mask. Facility is a total loss, and has somehow been compacted into a rough concrete sphere about the size of a basketball. Overall, 200 facility staff, medical personal, and correctional officers have gone missing, assumed KIA. 431 inmates are also assumed to have suffered the same fate. Investigation pending.
  
  Recovery teams have been deployed with all available precautions.