"Listen, you don't need to mince words with me, James. I know it's bad. Just... tell me how bad."
"Flo, I just - I've never seen something like this before."
Florence sat in the sterile room, arms folded over her chest. She felt cold. It was always cold, in the hospital, but that usually didn't bother her, much. No - this wasn't the air. This was fear. She'd worked here long enough to know what was going on. By the time it reached this point, you weren't given a survival rate. You were given a prognosis. She leaned forward in the plastic chair, then stood, moving behind James. She'd worked with him long enough, too, to know what the look on his face meant. Concern. He never showed it around patients, but she wasn't a patient, was she? She was a coworker. A friend.
"Listen, Flo, I'm not even - not even sure what's happening in these. It could be leukemia, but that wouldn't explain these patterns. It's like something's eating away at your bones."
"Oh, come on now," she retorted, placing a hand on the scan and slipping beside him to get a better look. "You're not going to tell me I've got osteoporosis or something. I know what I saw in the last body scan. The growths around my spine were massive, James. I can - I can feel them when I lay on my back. There's this fucking pressure there. I can barely sleep through the night anymore."
James looked at her apologetically.
"The only other thing I can think of is FOP, but I've only seen pictures of that in textbooks. You'd need to go to a specialist for a second opinion -"
"I want a biopsy."
He paused.
"Are you sure?"
Flo nodded. She opened her mouth to say something more, but they died in her throat. James' face shifted from concern to pity, and she turned away, trying to hide the dampness forming in her eyes.
"I just want to know how long I have left."
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The long, thin bones rattled in a cup at her desk. She stared at them, eyelids drooping from restless nights, face sallow and apathetic. These were the first ones James had taken out, two months ago. She'd sent a core sample from them in for testing. They'd come back healthy - though, structurally distinct from human bone. No cancer, no indication that they had been growing in a place they weren't supposed to, just - normal, porous bone. It had only taken a few days for them to grow back inside of her. She asked James to take those out, too. By the time the third ones grew, though, she didn't ask. She just let them grow. And grow. And grow. Tiny nubs jutted from her back now. Sitting normally in a chair was uncomfortable, laying down was impossible. Two days ago, she broken one of them accidentally while trying to pull on her jacket. It was excruciating, then, but the pain had settled into a dull throb, and already, the bone seemed to be knitting itself rigid again.
Slowly, she picked up the phone, other hand reaching - shaking - for the tiny, yellow business card with the faded edge.
"Hello? Yes. Florence Mitchell. We spoke earlier. Yes, that's fine. I can take off work this next Tuesday. Eleven would be perfect."
She set the card down, thumb running idly over the text.
"Of course. Of course. Thank you. Goodbye."
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Nothing she could do. There was nothing she could do. She lay on her side in bed, fleshy appendages dangling from her back with an all to noticeable weight. She could move them, if she focused. Was her back changing, then, too? Muscles changing in density, shifting where they connected? How much more would change? Dr. Sherrick didn't seem to know. He said there was no way of telling. That it was different for everyone. Still, she resisted, plucking a new feather every time it broke through the skin, wrapping the tumors tight against her back with bindings every time she went out, no matter how much it hurt. She was losing focus. God, maybe she was even losing her mind. She couldn't look at herself naked in the mirror, could barely force herself to shower, and when she did, she didn't dare touch her back.
Feeling them meant they were real.
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Florence sat at the edge of the hospital rooftop, wings wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Her eyes scanned the people milling about the entrance - there, just on time for his shift to end. She watched him as he stopped off to the side, settling in a bench, hands cupped around his coffee as he blew gently at the steam. She'd tried to send an email. Tried to leave a phone call. The first felt too impersonal. The second - too close. Eventually, she had settled for a letter. A letter she could pour her heart into, but never have to face the consequences for. Just drop it and fly away.
The paper fluttered down to the pavement below, and for a moment, she paused, making sure the man below found it. He glanced up in time for it to hit the sidewalk, then stood, picking it up off the ground. His eyes scanned the first line.
James, I'm sorry.
By the time he finished reading it, the rooftop had long been empty.
Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there! He wasn't there again today, Oh how I wish he'd go away!
~Abilities: Multilingual (knows English, French, Spanish, Korean, Russian and japanese) Gymnast Swordsmanship Archaeology Familiar in many ancient languages Trained physique (been working on the hero body 3 whole months) Field Medicine
~Power:
On Hands Mastery: Jasmine found from a early age that she seemed impossibly knowledgeable on what she touched. When she touched a math book she didn't just know everything the book contained and how to use it, she could say what page she got in from. More then that she could recite who all had touched the book. Who shipped the book even. From the moment it became a book she knew its every content and entire history. When she took an interest in swords do to a week boyfriend she found she could use the weapon with incredible mastery. When a girlfriend took her shooting though she had never squeezed the trigger, she found herself a marksman that could rival if not embarass some of the best shooters out there.
When she holds something or touches something she knows it on a fundamental level has the ability to use it with a barely rivaled prowess.
The drawback is info overload and info retention. While not completely "head empty" she doesn't keep the information for long. She's practiced with the sword daily and so she actually is a good swordsman. Generally speaking though she is left with cliff notes after thirty minutes or so of her power use. She might do a little better at say math then the average person but she is hardly the genius of the room either. Perhaps more so then the complexity of her knowledge of something in hand to when not, is her doubt. While she feels often confident and in control when she's holding something there is also the feeling of it being the power not her. A lecture on Roman history may have students thinking her an expert, but at the end of a class she never feels like one.
In addition is a risk of possible overload. One time she fought a guy who was super strong. After going through a bookshelf her head was throbbing. Not from pain but because she had in the attack touched numerous books at once. A flood of information that clouded her mind.
~Mythical Gear:
BONDS OF LIGHT (a Whip):"Long ago there was a slave. He endured this life for some time until his wife was beaten almost to death. So Osiris Asode lashed out he knocked the slaver down and took the whip. It is said that the one pound whip in his hand felt like the world to him. That Osiris in raising the whip kissed the morning sun with its reach before it was brought down...right sorry you don't want the story. It's uh a thirty foot long whip, well really thirty feet and two inches they measured wrong. It is composed of ordinary rope and raw hide, the hid belonged to a cow. They named that cow Ragadu he was of good stock served the farm well for...right sorry. The whip is light in hand but can feel remark as by binding and heavy when used against a person. I was able to once hold a speeding car in place. It burns with a incredible heat should I desire. And given my mastery I've been able to use it to easily swing across buildings or climb them and so on. Uh I don't know what else to add here? Fear I might ramble."
The Wall (a shield): "The Wall was made of some of the Iron found from when the Berlin wall was toppled. Blacksmith Otto Reinhardt wanted to use it to forge a symbol. It's actually got seven point eight grams of copper in it, much as he tried to purify it all. It once was used to defend his home when a number of gangsters...sorry rambling again. The shield is indestructible. One has to consider the radius of it, but if it hits the shield I don't feel a thing, I don't budge. I suppose I should look for armor some time but let's not discredit how handy The Wall is. And with my mastery I find I can actually use it almost like a frisbee or rebound it off surfaces.
~Not So Mythical Gear:
Sword: "It well is a sword, bought it off Amazon..."
Outfit: "Don't say a damn thing, but it's just a great paint job it's not actually metal. There is some padding to the clothes. Gauntlets and boots are just sports equipment repurposed though..,"
Phone: "Here's the thing I think the costume striking and kind of hot. But honestly you see much pocket space here? I got a have my phone here and keep it well charged to afford cabs and the like."
~THE LEGEND: "God I wish I could play this up. Say that I don't know King Arthur was my ancestor. That I learned how to fight from I don't know Rambo or something. Here's the thing though I just, I just never felt right like I fit in. I struggled in school until I got hands on the right books, then I did well but never felt smart. It's like I always feel I got a PHD in things until I let go. Which also means it never feels genuine, I love history but I don't know if colleges ask me to do lectures because of what I know, and what I seem to know. So as I got older I thought I would try archeology. I thought maybe it would feel more like I was there instead of manipulating knowledge? That make sense?
Probably not. Anyway eventually in my studies I found the Bonds of Light, was a pyramid that caved in. Bla bla use whip to escape and I start getting a idea. See while I gave up on gymnastics by junior year I did like practicing with weapons and stuff. Just a hobby but it felt kind of like it was more real. Like it was closer to being me then just this power. And I started to think could I use the power and weapons to do more good? Could I find another instrument that may help.
Bla bla I'm in Russia looking around. An auction has The Wall, and some criminals make a scene wanting to take it and anything else. I just didn't want this one thug touching it so I go for the Wall instead. Suddenly I know how to throw it not only at his face, but bounce it off said face practically. And so it starts my brain up. I should use this. I loved action movies as a kid, I could actually be one and maybe do some good on the way. So I'm an archeologist and teacher by trade, but I've started exercising more so I can start a new focus being a hero!
Don't give me shit okay. I'm used to questioning if anything I know is me. This I haven't questioned yet however."
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Name: Nemo Nautilus FBI NOTE: Believed was changed in 2017. His previous aliases appear to have been Jones Davey a mercenary, and Sparrow Jack a Navy Seal. Presumably none of these are a real name. Age: 37 FBI NOTE: Jones was said to die at 41 in 2017. Sparrow was thought lost at sea a year ago at the age of thirty three Height: 6'8" FBI NOTE: It's armor people he isn't actually some eight foot tall pirate. Weight: 260 pounds FBI NOTE: while largely muscle, there's probably more fat then he cares to admit. Was a document on Sparrow stabbing a captain for teasing him for a bit of blubber. He went missing a week later, Sparrow that is. Captain Dean Danes was found hacked in pieces, much of him believed fear to ssharks. Hair color: brown *not* FBI Note: Jones had a shark fin styled Mohawk. I was told that image does not help this file. I disagree. Eye Color: red FBI NOTE: It's a mutant ability, stop saying it's cybernetics.
Powers: Laser Vision: It is rather simple he shoots beams of bright red energy out of his eyes. A mixture of heat and kinetic force it has been reported cutting into even tanks with ease. It's force isn't impressive on its own just knocking people over. Provided the helmet of Depth Charge was removed these lasers should be more manageable. Granted its not exactly easy to dodge such beams or endure being hit by them.
Environmental Adaptation: Nemo seems able to without thinking on it alter how his body works. When diving he found he could go deeper as his body adjusted to ocean depths countering what would have been crushing weight with durability. He's been known to breathe under water, or when in a oxygen less lab on a mercenary mission developed the ability to just not need to breathe. It is important to note this is bound by where he is though. Much as he wants people to think if you choke him he can just learn to not breathe that is not how his power works.
FBI NOTE: allegedly he claims he learned this from a mutant shark. Do not listen to the exaggerated tales of a fishermen though its from mutation.
Equipment:
The Helmet: The claim is that this helps his range of lasers go from a hundred feet to five hundred. That instead of the width of eyes he can incinerate a hole tank. It is known however that the helmet does for sure though provide echolocation, thermal vision, 360 vision and night vision. With further help of lights to assist in the mercy depths of the ocean.
The Armor: Designed as experimental help in navy work and deep dives its rather impressive. It can shrug off most rifle fire, endure the same stress submarines experience and helps with strength. It's intended to help fix a submarine, but testing showed it could lift a car when stressed. It's utility is helpful its equipment helping one breathe for hours while under water and it makes one look bigger. Imposing as it is though there are limits, will still feel impacts and it doesn't increase any speed. The suit helps work on submarines if doesn't replace them. There's some additional navigation equipment as well.
Spear: A more complex breakdown is that it was a tool meant to help enter opposing submarines. A durable weapon that should be able to thrust into a ship hull and with the might of the armor force an opening. So with this spear it could also stab into a tank but the features end here.
Knives: A internal fuel cell in the handles can be used to super heat the blade. That is all.
Turret/Gun: This weapon shoots fifty call munitions and can be used as a conventional pistol or attached to the armor, functioning as a shoulder or arm cannon as a example. It only can hold a twenty round magazine though, while he carries five rounds at a time it is not without limitation, it is also not a rifle. His equipment is largely intended for close counter work and boarding.
Personality: FBI NOTE: Believed he Nemo, Jones or Sparrow he has been known as a rather ruthless vengeful and spiteful man. A strong case has been made that some of the name changes may just be do to wanting to escape the incredibly long criminal record under his name. The most extreme story so far claims that Sparrow when found out was in a affair with another officer's wife, tried to rig the widespread house to explode. That he murdered the wife's parents as punishment for ratting him out. And that he amputated the limbs of the husband. All cases being supported other then the husband, he's missing...
History: The mercenary has a long history of what we believe was joining military at sixteen. Using contacts sith gangs in his home town to falsify an ID to help enter sooner. Much of the time here is classified or hard to find substantial evidence of. After believed to have died is when Sparrow entered the Navy. His career was good for a time sure was a struggle with authority but generally seemed to do well in the field and with crew. It's clear though that fell apart,, mentions of issues with his own unit and captain, the obvious stories of violence it is clear why he has run.
Rough as those moments were however for last couple years Nemo has been starting a criminal career. His rap sheet growing by the day, and the demand to bring him in dead or alive reaching public knowledge. Though we don't have any good facial recognition at this time, his previous "lives" were different enough that we don't suspect Nemo to look like Jones or Sparrow. The man may be able to hide, but this new alias of his shouldn't be able to. We don't know the face of Nemo there's only the one helmet though of
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[break] Date of Birth: 5-2-2005 [break] Age: 17 [break] Gender: F [break] Hair: Brown [break] Eyes: Gray [break] [break]
Background Information
After the death of Laine's parents in a car accident when she was a child, she was raised by her aunt and uncle. While they took her in because she was family, neither of them were particularly interested in children, and so Laine was expected to be well-behaved: seen and not heard, and preferably seen only at a minimum. Possibly due to this, she is frequently very reclusive. [break] [break] Nonetheless, she performed well in school, maintaining a B-average, though it was noted she had little interest in extracurriculars or in interacting with the other students. No evidence of any metahuman traits were noted until the 2022 incident. [break] [break]
Metahuman Ability: Anchor
Laine's anchoring ability is difficult to properly define. It works something between a hold and a stasis, depending on how it is deployed. It is, in short, the ability to anchor things in a certain manner - in space, in time, in relation to one another. This ability seems to maintain component presence across all tested boundaries - physical, temporal, metaphysical, mental, spiritual. [break] [break]
{Accident Report, City Police Department, July 2009 +} [break] Report of an accident on I-99 south. Arrived at scene, collision between Ford Expedition and Toyota Camry. Driver (40s male) of Expedition had severe injuries, taken to hospital via ambulance. Driver (20s male) and passenger (20s female) of Camry declared deceased at site of accident. Surviving passenger (4, female) taken to hospital, DCFS to contact family members regarding placement. [break]
{11th Grade Interview, Guidance Counselor, Trinity High School +} [break] Transcribed by Alexandra Winters, school counselor [break] [break] Counselor: Good morning, Elaine. Have a seat. You know why you're here today? [break] [break] Elaine: Yes. You're meeting with all of the juniors. [break] [break] Counselor: That's right. I'm taking some time to talk to all the students about their plans for after graduation. College applications are going out, so I want to make sure everyone is on track for that. [break] [break] Elaine: I understand. [break] [break] Counselor: Have you thought at all about what degree you would like to pursue or what schools you might be interested in? [break] [break] Elaine: No. [break] [break] Counselor: No? Why not? Are you intending not to go to college? Your grades are fine, looks like all Bs. [break] [break] Elaine: No. College costs money. I don't have any money. [break] [break] Counselor: Ah. You live with your aunt and uncle, they're not able to help you out? That's okay. I can help you apply for scholarships and student loans if need be. I think you should at least try for that and see where it goes. Take the ACT and the SAT when they come up. You know how those work? The ACT is a score out of 36, and the SAT is out of 1600. [break] [break] Elaine: Yes. What scores am I supposed to get? [break] [break] Counselor: Just do your best. Study hard and you'll do fine. [break] [break] Elaine: Yes. But that's what you always say. What scores am I supposed to get? [break] [break] Counselor: ...What do you mean by that? [break] [break] Elaine: Like how in school I'm supposed to get Bs. [break] [break] Counselor: Elaine, have you been... deliberately getting Bs in school? [break] [break] Elaine: Yes. [break] [break] Counselor: Why-? No, I see. If... If I gave you one of the math tests, right now, and it was just between us and I wanted you to get as many correct as you could, how do you think you would do? [break] [break] Elaine: I would get all of them correct. [break] [break] Counselor: You sound very certain. [break] [break] Elaine: Yes. You have to know all of the answers so that you choose the right number of them to mark correctly and incorrectly.
Martial Artist- Novus is a trained martial artist, combining a series of techniques into brutal effectiveness. She doesn't fight as an art, she fights to kill, preferring straight forward, rapid approaches to ending a battle.
Marskman- Novus X is an expert marksman, especially with rifles.
Tactician- Novus X is something of a strategist, though largely by instinct. As a genetic descendent of one of the greatest apex predators ever born she has an inbuilt ability to quickly adjust and plan on the fly and tends to prefer ambushes with quick ends.
Biology:
Reinforced Skeletal Structure- Novus X has an intensely durable skeletal structure. Her bones are all significantly more durable than their human counterparts and heal faster. She also boasts a fused rib cage, further enhancing the protection of many of her most vital organs.
Enhanced Olfactory Senses- Novus X has the olfactory senses of her genetic ancestors, capable of not simply picking up scents from a long distance (miles) she can identify individual people and objects based on scent. To put it more specifically, she could identify a specific penny in the pocket of a specific individual within an overcrowded room.
Enhanced Vision- She has extremely sharp and precise vision that boarders on the level of super human vision, akin to and superior to that of a hawk.
Superhuman Strength- Every bit of a Tyrannosaur's six ton bite force has evolved into her regular muscle structure. Her hits are therefor bone crushing and she is capable of twisting or rending steel.
Resistant Immune System- Novus X is highly resistant to disease and infection.
Adaptable Circulatory system- Novus X can adapt her circulatory system to meet the standards of her surroundings. She is typically cold blooded, but in a cold environment can adapt to be warm blooded instead.
Technology:
Paired Desert Eagles equipped with a variety of ammunition, from armor penetrating rounds to self detonating rounds or rounds with small plasma charges encased within easily broken bullets.
Trans-Dimensional Gauntlet- A complicated and dated looking apparatus is often strapped to her left hand. It has a series of knobs and cogs and contains buried within a pair of Reality Shards. By using this she can translocate between realities 'of the moment.' This means she can mentally view all possible immediate realities and, with the use of her gauntlet, transfer between them like stepping through a doorway. She often uses this as a means of last minute escape, stepping to a reality in which she escaped. This is far from fool proof though, the gauntlet only holds a single charge at any given time and it's use leaves her physically exhausted. Recharge time is measured in weeks, rather than hours. Novus was among the lead developers of the technology in its infancy on her world and used it to side step the Chicxulub Impactor that wiped out their civilization. The fact she did nothing to save her people or their civilization doesn't weigh on her in the slightest.
Armored Weave:
X's clothes are made of a specially developed Armored Weave meta material that makes it resistant to kinetic attacks as well as thrusting damage. The weave is not particularly effective against slashing or slicing weaponry nor does it absorb blunt force attacks. The exact specifications of the meta materials involved in the weave are unknown. Novus X's known meta material was used in the construction of her monomolecular edged combat knife, which is said to be made of materials taken from the asteroid that killed the Dinosaurs, and thus not of terrestrial origin. Its effects are significantly improved durability over known terrestrial materials.
Public Alias:
Xandra Kane- Xandra Kane is a new UFC fighter with several high quality wins under her belt. It is completely unknown to the public that Xandra has meta abilities, or that she is in fact Novus X and not Human at all. Xandra is known for dispatching opponents with ferocity, and is viewed by some in the sports media as a little too violent, even for the sport. Despite this, Xandra maintains a strong following of fans who like her no holds barred, put up or shut up approach. Her trash talking is well known.
"I did apologize for calling her a bitch. I told her I misspoke and meant to say she was my bitch."
Height: 1.84 Meters, or seven times the length of his own foot, depending on the system you're using.
Build: Slender without being overly thin.
Association: Formerly of the Vatican Order of the Shield, now retired, considered "in reserve."
"I have had about enough of you and yours thank you much."
Abilities:
Slow Regenerative Healing- Charles will heal from most injuries given enough time, but it's not battlefield applicable. It may account for his potentially unusually long life span.
Enhanced Durability- Charles is more durable than most, and certainly more durable than his build suggests. He can take impacts that would break the bones of others and stay on his feet in spite of significant wounds.
Enhanced Perception- The gene alterations made to Charles by the Vatican have gifted him extra sharp senses. He can see, hear, and smell better than a peak human. His vision in particular is especially acute.
Battle Mapping- Charles can see how a battle is coming together and begin to anticipate the moves of his foes and allies alike. This makes him appear particularly fast, but in truth he simply knows his enemy well enough after a time to be able to anticipate their movements and combat decisions. In some cases he can do this sooner than others.
Master of the Sword- Charles has incredible experience with the arming sword and is also well practiced with both the hand and a half sword (his favorite) and the rapier (an effete weapon for feminine men, but a weapon none the less).
Name: William Zuche Gender: Male Physical Age: 18 Current Height: 5’8” Current Hair Color: Blonde Current Eye Color: Hazel
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Memories flitted through his mind, dissipating as quickly as smoke.
A small child, stacking his blocks only to find he’d run out of the wooden ones, but found some pretty black ones to continue playing with.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
The same child, older now, sitting in the hospital as his mother explained to the doctor that his blue eyes were usually brown, only to find that they had indeed returned to their normal brown color.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
The child, now in middle school, staring at his hand in horror as it blackened and began peeling apart into wisps. His eyes squeeze shut, hoping this is all just a bad dream before opening them again, relieved to see his hand whole once more.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Now a teenager, the boy experiments. His hair changes color without need for dye, his wardrobe hasn’t been touched in months, simple objects become easier and easier for him. His parents know nothing.
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Now, unrecognizable to his parents, wind buffets the boy's face, tearing at his clothes as he falls, the only sound around him, the city merely a backdrop.
Let go
Seconds before the ground embraces him, William’s body, clothes, his entire being, breaks apart, forming itself into a cloud of dark smoke. Moments later, the cloud reforms into William’s figure, on his hands and knees, panting heavily, eyes wide. A scream of triumph rips from his throat, with only the abandoned railyard bearing witness to his victory.
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Since a young age, Kit has had the ability to work with machines at an almost instinctive level - more specifically, her ability seems to be most powerful when working with both machines and biological components. Her first real prototype design was a mechanical kidney, meant for her mother who was dying of kidney failure. Due to Kit's youth and the fact that no one else could figure out how the mechanical device was supposed to work, it wasn't used and her mother would pass away only a few weeks later. Kit has never gotten over this.
Her second major undertaking would happen in junior high during the standard dissection of a frog. Kit's ability, when activated, tends to be of the fugue state variant, meaning that she sees a problem and solution and is aware of very little else until it has been done. Her pseudo-zombie mechanical frog ended up leading to a number of challenges throughout her school years, with her only real defender against bullying and anti-meta sentiments being her twin brother.
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Inspiritor is the name that Kit chose for herself, the self that she wants to be - the one who can do everything she is capable of doing. Inspiritor believes that metahumans have the potential to solve so many of the world's problems, and is frustrated with the mundane aspects of humanity getting in the way of what she feels is a better way.
Her brother has remained her staunchest defender throughout all this time, and Inspiritor has let her gift run wild to ensure that he is as capable of protecting her as she may possibly need him to be.
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Name: Kaiden Siever Age: 23 Education: high school diploma
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Kaiden possesses no natural transmundane talent, but his sister's mechamorphosive talents have made sure that he can keep up beyond the boundaries of normal humanity. She has been adapting his system constantly for nearly a decade, including such alterations as a secondary mechanical heart to give him the ability to process oxygen faster and thus keep up with strength and speed and reflexes at the rate of the top athletes. Filtration systems added on to internal organs make sure that all contaminants are removed from his system almost instantly, making him immune to most poisons and contaminants as well as a number of diseases.
Additional alterations have been more combat oriented - subdermal plates in his shins and forearms give him the ability to block heavy strikes and - potentially - even bullets, although this has not yet been tested outside a lab setting. A metal domino "mask" protects his eyes and identity, with filters for night vision and infrared vision.
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Kaiden is the Embodiment of his sister's ideas, both serving as a test subject and a guardian. Her nature tends to be inherently fearful and distrustful, and his primary task more than anything is to stand between the world and his sister - between her and anything that might stop her.
Every enhancement he has acquired has been for that one all-consuming goal: without her, he is nothing. He exists to carry out her directives, so much so that it's almost questionable whether he has any individuality of his own.
Powers: Venus is a universal constant. On a molecular level, she always exists in the same base state. This means that she is not affected by poisons, diseases, or bacteria. She is also immune to magical spells that try to change her base nature, and most anything that tries to change her will have exceptional difficulty or a weaker effect. Although she isn't precisely aware of it, her "base state" can only be changed through her own effort. What she believes to be the 'way things should be' is simply how they are, when it comes to herself. Despite her immunity to certain damage types, she can still be hurt in other ways. For instance, if she spilled a very hot and deadly chemical blend on herself, she would not be affected by the chemical but would be burned by the temperature. This caveat is responsible for the majority of her scars.
Equipment: Specialized spray paint cans that grant abilities from different chemical blends. Also available in water balloon form. These effects naturally cease after a few hours, as they naturally dissolve into harmless particles over time without intervention. This process can be sped up with a black powder or slowed down with a gray powder, both of which she keeps a small quantity of on hand. Red - Fire - A red spray which, upon contact with an object, combusts into flames. If it cannot stick, it will simply be hot. Orange - Paint - This one's just normal spray paint, folks. Yellow - Slows Organic Matter* - A yellow spray which, upon contact with living matter, slows all biological processes to half their usual speed. Green - Speeds Up Organic Matter* - A green spray which, upon contact with living matter, speeds up all biological processes to double time. Blue - Ice - A blue spray which, upon contact with an object, crystallizes into a sheet of ice. If it cannot stick, it will simply be cold. Purple - Foam - A purple spray which, upon contact with air, expands into buoyant, pliable foam, then hardens within a few moments. *She is very protective of these formulas, as they contain trace amounts of her blood as a key ingredient.
Utility belt - stores her spare chemical mixes and paint bombs (balloons). Mask/respirator - filters air and contains a voice modulator, changing the natural pitch of her voice to slightly lower with a bit of static interference. Hydrophobic Suit - the material of her suit repels all kinds of liquids and sticky substances. Very convenient for reducing cleanup. While the material is similar to a kevlar-neoprene blend, the modifications she made means it isn't quite bulletproof. It is resistant to slashing and fireproof, which serves her well enough in most situations. Bulletproof Jacket - a heavier jacket that she can put on over her suit. The jacket is able to protect her from most small arms fire, although it's slightly less flexible than the material of the rest of her suit. It's also just so slightly sneakier than the bright white of her catsuit. Yes, she decorated it herself. Slingshot - useful for firing her balloons further than she can throw them. It's a simple design, but lovingly painted. It's typically hooked through her belt. Her hair is coated in a toxic chemical that makes it very slippery and difficult to grasp. It causes a very painful stinging sensation if it contacts bare skin. For her, it acts as a conditioner and leaves her hair nice and silky.
[attr="style","grid-area:Right"] Backstory: Venus' birth family was... not much of a family. She doesn't like to talk about it, and she likes talking about the orphanage even less. She spent so long in the system she half-expected to just age out entirely, despite her best efforts at making herself into the perfect daughter for anyone who would give her half a chance. After all, if she's perfect, then she can fit in anywhere. At first, it was a struggle, but she cracked it and finally got herself adopted by a lovely couple. They're fully supportive of her, and keep encouraging her to be herself, but she can't quite trust that everything will still be the same if she does. It's hard to unlearn everything that once kept her safe, even if she does want to go along with their wishes.
And, alright, maybe it wasn't the smartest move to build her superhero identity off of what she was trying to become, but it seemed the furthest from where she is and that keeps her safe in a different way. At least she's able to express herself, even if that impression comes off a bit... strange. Having two busy mothers and a scientist's lab in her basement gave her plenty to work with, and the results may be weird but they're hers.
Alias: Neon Paladin She used it for a time when she was younger, back when she wore sunglasses because it seemed important to pretend she wasn’t who she was. But, well, when your eyes glow then it’s really a question for how long a secret can be kept, so perhaps there isn’t much use to keeping the secret at all.
Powers: Electromagnetic Manipulation At its most basic form, Mai’s powers allow her to manipulate the flow of electrical currents, be they from her surroundings or from within herself. Through light is how this power primarily manifests, shimmering like the bands of light which hover above the poles, or for the less romantically inclined like the neon burn which fills market street every night, she has found ways to focus the flow of energy through her own body, which has really been lovely to keep herself from getting shot.
Neon Burst With a swish of her wrist Mai can create bands of brilliant light to brighten the world around her. Her light can hold a charge that Mai had added to it, the simplest of which is heat or the crackle of raw electricity held in the energy of the light itself, to using the light to spark feelings of joy in those that are touched. She has control over the movement and flow of these bands of light, moving them as easily as one might their own body.
Polar Shift By flowing a charge through her body Mai can attract or repulse metallic objects that happen to be in her vicinity. She’s also been known to fire off small objects when in a pinch.
Nightlife Pulse Mai draws surrounding light and electricity into a churning ball of light which burns with the city’s life. The light of this churning ball of energy spreads its effects to all it touches, be that simply heat or lingering feelings of joy and happiness.
Personality: Mai is an easygoing girl with an equally easy smile and an ability to treat any stranger like an old friend. She's the sort of person who is assured of her own ability, even when she finds herself in a situation where she’s well over her head. Likely this is due to her desire to do what she sees as right, to help as best she can those around her she can reach. Some of this is likely why she doesn’t do much to really hide her identity, though how much her eyes would give her away anyway surely doesn’t hurt, in a world where metas are looked down upon she would like to think she can offer a good example to the contrary.
Appearance
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//