darkSpyro

Give people power and many will abuse it. Morality is a fleeting concept. Sometimes people do bad things, but are not necessarily inherently evil, but the opposite is also true. Just because a person does something good, it doesn't instantly make them an honourable person. When times are as tough as they are, many people will turn to evil to make ends meet, morality becoming fleeting as greed settles in. Many would say the citizens need a hero, but this is not always true. Sometimes, we are the hero. However, we are also sometimes the villain.

In the city of Redwater, people are not always what they seem. There are many citizens who secretly have great skills, unique weaponry, and stunning intellect. In Redwater, the city supports itself, a fact which is commonly known among the people. The problem? Nobody knows who is the hero, who is the villain, and who is simply a citizen trying to live their every day life, and there are plenty of the last. Anyone can be a hero, and as such, anyone can be a villain. For the citizens of this bustling settlement, it's a matter of personal choice, and if you have the intellect and abilities to back it up. When you walk past a stranger on the street, they could very well be a villain plotting the downfall of the city, your best friend could be your enemy. That life is secret, though. No one ever knows. Villains and heroes befriend each other in their normal lives, waiting for a job to open up, waiting for a chance to save - or ruin - the day. From petty crimes to large scale villainy, there is darkness on the streets of Redwater and there is darkness within our daily lives. It is up to the heroes to root out this evil. The greatest terror for a hero or villain in this city is not failing their plans, be them good or evil, but being unmasked, being discovered. Outside of the crimes, the heroics, and the rivalries, these people have second lives, friends and families, and the greatest fear would be losing that forever, simply because now people know exactly who and what you are. Life would never be the same. The only rule in Redwater? Don't get unmasked.

Note: Superpowers are not inherent in the common person, and the citizens of Redwater are no different. Babies are not commonly born with the ability to fly or super strength. However, one man can be born quicker than another, one can be stronger. A man might be more clever, or understand technology others find mysterious. Humans do not need superpowers. With science and a creative mind, we can make our own powers.

Summary
You live in a city where superheroes and super-villains are a common presence. However, these heroes and villains also have regular lives, jobs and friends and families all which hold no relation to their heroic or villainous actions. You can play as a superhero defending the city from villainy, a villain hoping to achieve nefarious goals, or an every day citizen just trying to live in this chaos. Whatever your role, you should enjoy life, make friends, and always be aware of the city's secrets.

Rules:

• Please follow standard forum rules. Please do not use obsessive or overly obscene language or divulge into too mature of territory. Remember, the community can be both adults and teens.
  
• No godmodding, metagaming, OP characters, or anything of the like. We don't want a character to severely outclass everyone else.
  
• Don't be immature. Your character might act like that, but doesn't mean you have to.
  
• As secret identities are an important role in this RP and keeping that secret is equally as important, characters secret identities - if they have one - cannot be revealed without being discussed with the characters owners. Unmasking happens, but it shouldn't undermine someone's character unless they want it to happen.
  
• Not everyone is a superhero or super-villain. There would be little reason to have heroes and villains if everyone was one. As such, please don't give every single character powers. Make some normal people, every day citizens.
  
• Heroes and villains don't necessarily act as civilians as they do when masked. If a villain committed crimes during his daily life, he would hardly have one. You can be whatever you want outside the mask, long as you aren't completely contradicting yourself without reason.
  
• Don't force someone to be your friend or enemy. You can approach them nicely or cruelly, but they are not obligated to act similarly back.
  
• Try not to destroy the entire city. I know some of you are villains, but where will you live if literally everything is gone?
  
• While there's no real character limit, I ask you not to make more characters than you can handle. I don't want boring characters because you have too many. Only go with what you can maintain.
  

In Addition:

• This RP is meant to be heavily driven by character relations, both as heroes VS villains and every day civilians. Don't leave people out. I encourage you to frequently get to know people. Hang out, have fun. Just because your hero is the mortal enemy of someone's villain, doesn't mean they have to hate each other during the day. Remember, they don't act like heroes and villains during daily activities, don't know secret identities. I encourage the super characters to befriend the non-super ones and heroes to at least try hanging out with the villains - when not on the job, of course.
  
• If you have any questions about the town of Redwater, lore and history, or just the RP in general, please ask. This is heavily improvised, so I might not have considered what you were wondering, or just never mentioned it.
  

Character Sheet:
Name: (First and last at least)
Alias: (Only applicable if hero or villain)
Gender: (Self explanatory. Male or female)
Age: (Nothing unrealistic. We aren't aliens or monsters)
Alignment: (Are you a superhero, super-villain, or civilian?)
Power(s): (Only for heroes or villains. Just remember not to overpower your character. We want them to be possible to defeat)
Occupation: (Even if you're a hero or villain, still list one. What do you do when not on the clock?)
Appearance and Attire: (If you're a hero or villain, detail what you wear both on and off the job)
Personality: (If you're a hero or villain, remember to note how you might differ when on and off the job)
Brief Bio: (Don't spoil everything)
Other: (Anything else we need to know, whatever it may be. Make sure you delete all these parenthesis too)

Reserved

(Finally done~!)

Name: Vera Leila

Alias: Shadowcat

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Alignment: Superhero

Power(s): Vera's powers are based around Shadow-manipulation, and she also has nightvision to compliment this affinity with darkness.
Her most basic and utilized skill is her Shadow Form, which is merely her turning her body into a wispy mass that cannot be harmed by attacks, enables her to go through small crevices, move up and "stick" to walls, as well as blend entirely into pre-existing shadows. Furthermore, she can shoot pulses of dark energy from her hands that do damage and also can temporarily blind adversaries if it strikes their face, aswell as even make "solid shadows" that take the form of claws or holdable blades, which she can bring forth and dispel at will.
Lastly, Vera also has the ability to "summon" two wraith-like entities that take the shape of large cats to help her fight, which she simply refers to as Shades (though she does also have specific names for them aswell), their size being slightly bigger then that of a lion. Similarly to herself, Vera's Shades can merge into the shadows, and due to them being an extension of herself she can "see" where they are and what they're doing as if it's her own point of view, making them good scouts aswell.

Vera is not without her weaknesses of course. She has poor defense, making her reliant on her powers and natural agility to avoid getting hurt, and when in her shadow form she cannot harm others or use any other abilities until she re-materializes, and she can only blend into shadows cast by non-living things.
As for the limits of her Shades, they can only be summoned if she's in direct physical contact with a shadow beforehand, which they will proceed to rise out of. Furthermore, having them be destroyed both causes Vera significant pain, and renders them unable to be summoned again for a few minutes. Finally, seeing through her Shade's vision requires full and active concentration, leaving Vera vulnerable to surprise as she does so, and if both are out she can only focus on the point of view of one at a time.

Occupation: Freelance Artist

Appearance and Attire: Vera is a somewhat short girl with an average body type and brown skin. She has black, shoulder-length hair with a slight wave to it, with bangs that slightly overlap her right eye in particular, and said eyes are a striking shade of gold. Her choice of clothing is largely basic most of the time, with a plain T-shirt of various designs and her favorite characters and/or symbols from franchises being a favorite, alongside plain leggings, and this almost always includes a black hoodie and a similarly colored scarf.

Her Shadowcat outfit is a black, hooded longcoat and long black boots that each have gold edging, alongside a similarly colored shirt with a large yellow diamond in the center, which also contains a symbol of a black cat's head with eyes that are also yellow, and a simple masquerade esque mask that is black and also features a yellow diamond in the part covering her forhead. Vera also has gold colored bracelets, and a necklace that each have a purple colored gem on the front of them.

Personality: Vera's personality is very notably fitting for her abilities and affinity with felines, for she is often quiet and introverted, not being one to get very invested in interacting with unfamiliar people without prompting, and prone to nervousness when unexpectedly put in the spotlight. Vera is also very observant and perceptive, allowing her to notice details that are often unnoticed in things, aswell as the more subtle moods and behaviors of other people despite her iffy communication skills, though at times this does lead her to overthink things, and as a result unnecessarily worry herself over seemingly small matters in the process.

Though despite all of this, Vera's overall nature isn't always so reclusive and mellow. She still dislikes being alone for long if it's not on her own terms, and between this and her hesitation to trust others Vera holds the bonds she has in very high regard, and will be very caring, playful, and even mischievous towards the people she's fond of, and due to not being very self-confident she has a notable liking for having her skills and capabilities praised, which despite what she might protest can get to her head at times. Vera also has abit of a temper, which she usually prefers to vent through sarcastic quips and sulking rather then showing the extent of her stress outright, and is even prone to holding grudges against people that displease her. But nonetheless, Vera is also extremely passionate in regards to things that personally resonate with her, such as her desire to help and protect others, though when dealing with things she isn't personally interested in she can be abit lazy.


Brief Bio: Vera had a relatively normal life with her older sibling and parents, up until she was around nine years old that is, where not only did everything change, but the very event that caused this was also what drove led Vera to discover her powers.
She was out with her mother and father one evening when they were suddenly attacked by a mugger, this encounter leading to her parent's deaths. As for Vera, however, due to her extreme fear and need to stay hidden she unconciously tapped into her ability for the first time and became one with the shadows around her, not understanding why upon finding her hiding spot, the criminal seemed confused and walked right past her as he left, only for her to look down and just see darkness where her body should be.

After this, Vera and her sister lived with a relative for some time before the two eventually moved into an apartment, and all throughout this time Vera secretly experimented with her powers and discovered her other cababilities, going on her way to become a hero that watches from the shadows, striking out at those that oppose the peace of Redwater, so that she can try to help prevent the pain and loss that befell her and her sister from happening to others.

Other: N/A


Name: Lexa Leila

Alias: N/A

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Alignment: Civilian

Power(s): N/A

Occupation: Book Store Cafe Owner.

Appearance and Attire: Lexa is a somewhat taller than average woman with long, braided black hair and amber eyes that are normally framed by dark blue colored glasses. Her style of attire is similar to Vera's in that it's often rather casual, though she is still more notably prone to donning fancier clothing at times. Her most preffered acessories are a dark blue yarn jacket with lighter blue floral patterns, and a gold chain necklace with an emerald hanging off of it.

Personality: Lexa is insightful, caring, pragmatic, and calm. As opposed to Vera she has no problems socializing with people, and infact can even be considered exceptionally charismatic due to her witty and easygoing disposition. Nonetheless, while she is usually fairly playful and laid-back, when it comes to things she's passionate about or when in a position of particular responsibility, Lexa can prove to be very hardworking and dedicated to her cause. Though at times this can get to the point of her becoming a workaholic that will be distressed at the aspect of even slightly falling short of what she feels is her full ability.

Brief Bio: Lexa is Vera's older sister and has been her best friend since they were kids, and after what happened to their parents she grew to support the girl as a maternal figure aswell, working past her own greif for the sake of her sibling. After awhile life became easier to live for the two, and between that and understanding that Vera needed room to grow up and become more independant Lexa has become less of a psuedo-parent, though she will still readily protect and nurture her sister when needed, aswell as shape her back up if she tries to shirk her responsibilities.

Other: N/A

Reserved and are we allowed to use Marvel and DC characters?

Canonical Marvel and DC characters or original characters that were created to exist in the Marvel or DC universe?

The latter is fine as long as they aren't overpowered. I'd prefer avoiding the former simply because we don't own canon characters.

Speaking to the rest of you, you guys can post your character sheets whenever you want. I'm just waiting to see what we have before posting my characters.

Name: Melody May
Alias: Creation
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Alignment: Superhero
Power(s): Creation's power is the ability to create nearly anything she desires from her imagination. Creation can only create one thing at a time, and this one thing cannot exceed a size of 3x3x3 meters of total mass. Furthermore this thing always appears slightly different from other objects in the world (cartoon like) and easily perceived as fake.
Occupation: Home-schooled Student
Appearance and Attire: Melody May is a petite, pale, girl standing at about 4' 6". She has a round face with bright blue prominent eyes. Her nose is small and pointed and her lips are thin. She has long blonde hair that reaches her waist. Melody wears primarily light colored dresses with stockings and dress shoes. On the other hand her counter part Creation wears a long white coat with black edges. It is fasted together by four large bronze buttons in two rows across her chest. The sleeves cut off at the same length that a T-shirt's would. Underneath this coat she wears a short black dress with black shorts underneath. She wears Long black gloves and thigh high white stockings. On her feet she wears knee high black laced boots. To top her entire outfit off she wears a bronze goggle monocle over her left eye and a black ribbon in her hair.
Personality: Melody May acts childish, even for her age. Despite being 12 years old she still plays pretend, especially when it comes to imaginary friends. She is normally cheerful but once she has been set off she has a tendency to tantrum, shouting and screaming in her childlike anger. She rarely cries, claiming not to be a cry-baby. Melody has a strong sense of good and evil, believing the world can easily be divided into black and white. As she is so young, her sense of justice pretty much follows her judgement of good and evil. Those who are evil are punished and those who do good are rewarded.
Brief Bio: Melody May grew up for most of her life in a loving and warm family. However at the age of ten Melody's world changed forever. Her best friend, her father, went away on a military expedition never to return home. Melody was devastated. She locked herself away withdrawing to her own little world of fantasy to escape from the reality of her father's death. It was during this time that Melody discovered something truly remarkable: Her ability to create. She made up her mind that day. She would use her new found powers to defend people from the same evil that took her father away. She would be a hero.
Melody has been working as a force of good in the city for two years now. She is not very well known but maybe one day she'll be recognized as the hero she truly is.
Melody May currently lives with her mother, who works from home as a self-published author. Her mother over sees Melody's school work and allows for her to have a fairly independent life. Her mother loves her deeply, but understands that Melody needs space, especially after losing her father. It's not that her mother hasn't cracked down and grounded her, just that she is understanding of a young teenager wanting Independence for the first time. Her mother gives her an allowance, which Melody mostly spends on books and toys.
Other: Melody is quite frail by herself and cannot fight without her powers. She is weak in that regard. However, she is small and fast and will attempt to put as much space between herself and her attackers as possible.

I'd like to join this, so I'm just gonna edit this post or make another one with characters at some point soon-ish

Name: Carlton Burgs
Alaias: The Reaper
Gender: Male
Age:20
Allingment:Super-Villain
Powers:Carlton is a friend of the Darkness and Shadows, his main weapon is a scythe. Which is deadly ranged, and even deadlier up close. He can create swipe at people with his scythe, and when he kills them, can steal their souls. He can create balls of shadow and fires them at his enemies.
He can also teleport to random locations.

However, because he can use the power of the shadows, he can't commit his crimes during the day, only during the night. As any sort of light will disable some of his abilities(His teleportation, Shadow Ball, and Soul Stealing). He also has Autophobia-Fear of being alone. Which is bad because he has no sidekicks and does all of his crimes alone.

Occupation:Formor Police Man(I know, really young police man)

Personailty:Carlton is a mysterious character, nobody seems to know to much about him. He likes to be in more populated areas because of his Autophobia. Most people find him creepy. He hates the light, but is fine with lights in a store as they aren't natural light. He doesn't get angry easily. Carlton has a simple view of the world. There are the Regulars, the people who don't do anything with their lives, and just become what they are. There are the Justice, the people who attempt to help, and will usually take the blame from most things, and their are the demons, the evil of the world,whose crimes usually go unnoticed. He doesn't consider himself a villain.

Brief Bio:Carlton grew up as a good boy, he did all his homework, and got good grades, and was friendly. One day he and a friend went out to play hide and seek,when his friend was murdered by an unknown man. Carlton was terrified of being alone, without his friend. The man was arrested 2 days after Carlton was stuck there. Carlton became a young police officer a couple years later. He and another police officer became friend and fought crime together, later, a homeless woman,who was high, killed his police officer partner, and Carlton shot her twice and killed her. He eventually left his officer job. Carlton the learned the unfairness of the world. He was one day assulted by the man who killed his best friend, the shadows swallowed him whole, the shadows gave him a bit of power, to get revenge on the world for it's neglectful ways.

Name: Westley Benton

Alias: Poison Dart

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Alignment: Super-Villain

Power(s): Poison Dart is technically powerless, but this does not stop him from posing a great threat to people. The man is incredibly intelligent, understanding concepts and formulas which would mystify even the most clever of chemists. Using his intellect to his advantage, Poison Dart creates a variety of toxins and poisons of widely varying functions. He primarily works with long-range darts, which he'll fire from great distances into foes, though he also has short range variations, as well as occasionally directly injecting people with a needle. If subtlety is required, his poisons can often be released in short bursts as invisible clouds of gas, slowly creating their effects. He has created a variety of interesting poisons, varying from terribly lethal to completely harmless. Using these toxins, he either cripples and weakens foes or manipulates people to do as he needs. With his poisons, he can recreate a variety of interesting effects and is always in development of new formulas to keep the pesky heroes on their toes.

Of course, a man of science has plenty of downsides, the most notable being general combat. Poison Dart relies entirely on his toxins to keep his enemies at bay. He is not aptly physically strong or quick on his feet. As such, he is prone to keeping a fair distance from enemies, especially those who are not subdued in some way. Anyone could take him on in a fist fight. While he'll usually try to combat this with a short-range variant of his dart weapon, he can be easily disarmed or out-maneuvered. Of course, discovering an antidote to his poisons will also shut him down, which is why he constantly changes his formulas.

Occupation: Pharmacist

Appearance and Attire: As Westley Benton, the man has a very fussy view towards his physical appearance. He is the sort of man who will iron a single wrinkle out of his clothing before going out the door. While in the Pharmacy, he dresses in the standard attire for the job, but as soon as he's off the clock, he ditches the attire for his latest fancy-wear. He usually wears a white undershirt, switching around a variety of trimmed low-cut overshirts. His preferred shirts are usually either plaid or blue, a combination of the two favoured greatly. If they match, he'll always go for black pants with shiny black shoes of a similar shade nestled underneath. He cannot resist wearing a bowtie, often in black. He has thick red hair that he keeps in a Pompadour style at all times. His eyes are a dull amber in colour. He stands at 5'11" in height and weights 174 lbs.

Poison Dart is still just as fussy about his attire as he is when out of the mask, though has a completely different preference in style. As Poison Dart, he chooses to wear a shiny black tailcoat with false plating on the shoulder. It appears like armour from a distance, but up close it's pretty clear that it's no tougher material than the rest of the attire. The tailcoat is decorated with deep purple trim. His pants are still black, though an almost identical black to the overcoat. They drape over his black boots ant are trimmed in the same purple. He spent a vast time putting his own flare on the attire, stylizing it whenever possible. When as Poison Dart, he flecks the tips of his hair in green, a chemical dye that he can wash in and out easily - it was done this way so heroes could not easily wash it out with water. Underneath his sleeve he keeps a backup weapon, hidden from view. To cover his face he created a very over-the-top half-face mask, decorated in greens and purples.

Personality: Despite his very particular view on sophistication, he is comically enough anything but. It is a very easy facade to break through and underneath exists a man who simply wishes he was more than he is. He is opinionated and haughty at times, speaking brazenly about any given situation and exactly what his views on it are, often with no regard to how his opinions might upset others. It is not that he's trying to annoy other people; he just doesn't consider how outgoing he can be. He can be a bit full of his own knowledge, though throughout the day, he attempts to lead on that he isn't as clever as he really is. He likes to be one step about the populace in intellect, and has a complex about adding intelligent commentary to keep himself on top. In his mind, every conservation is not only a social conflict, but also an internal struggle of great minds. While he is by no means rude, he does not actively seek social interaction and is not very good at standing on equal ground with people. He speaks plainly and clearly with no hesitation and can get frustrated with those who stutter or are aptly shy. He is patient, however. He is very, very patient. He enjoys long walks and is always up for a hot beverage.

As Poison Dart, he becomes a little more aggressive about his thoughts and opinions. His actions can be a little more outgoing at times and a bit more abrupt in their actions. He does not become louder; he simple speaks more often and longer. He is very prone to stating things with no warranted reason and not explaining himself unless his ego wants him to. He likes to degrade people for lesser intellect and flaunt either how his situation is greatly positive or the enemy is in a conundrum. He does not claim false victory, but merely allows bias to always make himself sound in the better position. He can actually be quite chatty as Poison Dart, sometimes to the point of unwarranted monologuing. Other traits include manipulative, verbally aggressive, partially witty, and egocentric.

Brief Bio: Westley wasn't born in Redwater. He was born in a smaller, more rural community several miles away, living a peaceful, if not dull life. His childhood was simple, though as he grew and passed through school, he became more and more interested in the concept of having so much more than he did. He was a very intelligent child, passing school with absolutely no issues, skipping grades several times. Due to this, Westley grew up finding friends difficult to keep, but the incredibly clever child was more than happy to live such a life. He wanted someone who could challenge his intellect. In his high school years he considered many different options, ideas for what his life could be, graduated, and eventually became a quiet pharmacist. One afternoon, the local news reported on a nearby city, Redwater, and Westley was immediately interested, though he couldn't understand why initially. He watched the news, eyes locked on the screen, hearing of the chaos ensuing not too far away. For clever Westley, he saw a challenge, he saw something that would finally present an interesting occurrence for him. He wanted to walk into a den of heroes and villains and challenge them. So he moved, bringing his pharmacuedic knowledge alongside on a leash, a ploy to keep people off his tracks. Nestled into the city, he plotted to manipulate the surroundings, and as Poison Dart was born, he was born as a villain, for Westley saw more thrill in going after heroes. He spent many years quietly keeping to himself, but one day, Poison Dart crawled from the snake pits and let his presence known to the world. He was ready to take on anyone who would challenge him.

Other: He has a pet Asian Vine Snake and Gaboon Viper. His family lives in a different state.

Name: Erick Lloyd
Alias: Enderpsyche
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Allignment: Superhero
Powers: He has the power to create storms and music out of nowhere but he cannot create tornadoes or hurricanes.
Occupation: School teacher
Appearance: As Erick Lloyd he wears black glasses, a blue shirt, grey pants, black dress shoes, white socks and has brown hair and brown eyes.
As Enderpsyche he wears a black mask, a black jumpsuit saying "Enderpsyche" and black shoes
Personality: Serious, strict, cares a lot about his wife as Erick Lloyd
Serious, slightly arrogant as Enderpsyche
Other: He has a wife

Name: Mia Lloyd
Alias: Te Dominar
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Allignment: Supervillains
Powers: She has fire powers and she can shoot fire from her mouth but water is her weakness and she can't use her powers in rain.
Occupation: Sex shop owner
Appearance: she has black hair, grey eyes, and wears a bra and panties and high heels.
she wears a black jumpsuit, grey mask, white panties and black-white-grey high heels.
Personality: She is sweet, calm and crazy
Serious, rude, arrogant, cocky
Other: Erick Lloyd is her husband

Name: Alexei Foster

Alias: N/A

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Alignment: Civilian

Powers: N/A

Occupation: Gardener

Appearance: Alexei isn't the best looking fellow out there, dressing in often dull and dirt-covered clothing. His favourite outfit is nothing more than a mere white shirt - which despite frequent cleanings, has really lost it's colour - and a pair of faded blue jeans, which have a couple unintentional rips in them. If absolutely required to look nice, though, he has a simple white suit stored away. He is particularly fond of his favourite straw hat, which is purposely stylized to appear ragged and crafted in a hurry. He is very, very tan, a visage drafted up from the plentiful hours spent in the direct sun. There are certain parts of his skin that appear a little sun-burnt, particularly his cheeks and forearms. Alexei is short, but not short enough to be a little person. He stands at only 5'2" and weighs 109lbs. He's got short and often messy auburn hair.

Personality: Alexei is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet, greeting total strangers with a smile and a wave and offering a helping hand to anyone in trouble. Unfortunately, though, this very positive trait also happens to be his fatal flaw. Alexei is easy to manipulate, not because he's stupid - he's actually pretty bright - but because he can't tell people no. Alexei hates to turn people down, feeling that if he ever says no to anyone, they'll either hate him forever or come after him later. As such, he'll agree to pretty much anything, politely and quietly going along with it. He loves to share his knowledge of plants with others, giving out everything from helpful tips to meaning if not cool fun facts. He works will all plant-life, from trees and shrubs to flowers and even aquatic life. This man is more than happy to work in the garden all day. He is active and does not condone laziness, putting forth a constant effort to keep moving each and every day.

Brief Bio: He was born and raised in Redwater, and has become quite accustomed to the city and how it works. He tries his best not to worry himself over the 'super' activity, instead going about his business and working with his plants. He has not been married before, and has never been in a relationship. Alexei doesn't seek fame and glory. He merely seeks a happy and peaceful life, and sometimes chuckles as he wonders why he still lives in a chaotic city. He opened a small local gardening store, a store that doesn't see much activity, at a young age. His parents left the city behind for a less chaotic life, but Alexei insists that he will die where he was born and gathers joy and knowing his plants might help improve peoples daily lives, even if only a little.

Other: He practices bonsai on the side.

Here I am posting my own characters and forgetting to accept ANYONE. Good job!

ShinyPikachu: Accepted. There are no problems to discuss.

NightBlade: Accepted. Though I am at least obligated to ask where her mother is and if she's living alone or not. As a Superhero, that's totally cool, but as a civilian, people might wonder where her parents are, unless she has a cover-up story and manages her own needs alone.

King-Pen Krazy: I can accept, though with two questions. Firstly, you forgot to give a physical appearance. Aside from that. First and foremost, soul-stealing needs to be addressed. I can allow it if he doesn't kill people often, as if he doesn't kill often - which I'd prefer anyways - he would rarely have a chance to even use the power. Second, the occupation. Most agencies require you to be 21 by the time you graduate as a Police Officer, though some will accept cadets as young as 18. Point is, 18 is the youngest I could allow him to be if he's going to be a Police Officer.

Pokemon2: I can accept with a single request and a question. You forgot a brief bio for both firstly, but I can just assume you didn't want to reveal anything about them to keep an air of mystery. Firstly, I feel like Erick should have a less obvious alias. People aren't supposed to know the heroes and villains secret identities, and given his alias is literally his first name, I'm pretty sure even a child could figure that out. The other thing I want to address is Mia. Firstly, I'd like to know if there are any limitations to her powers. That's just a curious question. You told me the limitations of Erick's powers. What are her limits? For my notion, her occupation. I know those exist, and I get that. I can allow her to run an adult shop - and I would prefer adult shop as the used term for subtlety - but all I ask is that she not discuss is in detail. Like, it should be the sort of thing where it's mentioned and not expanded upon. I just don't want 'sex' to be a discussed topic simply because varied audiences.

Ooc: Fixed and that's exactly why I don't have a bio for them.

OOC: 1:Being a Supervillain doesn't always mean kill someone, so,he won't kill often
2:Well that completly ruins my story, i'll change it to 20(So he would be a police officer when he was 18)

Alright, thank you for understanding.

Pokemon2 and King-Pen Krazy you're both great. Definitely accepted.

Okay, I edited up Melody's backstory to include a bit about her mother. THank you for letting me know that I should have something on her.

You're welcome, NightBlade. I saw the edit and it sounds pretty good.

Technically I already accepted you, but I'll just affirm it. Accepted.

NAME:
Calliste Francois Gardinier
ALIAS:
Moncapuchin
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
25
ALIGNMENT:
Superhero
POWER(s):
Prehensile tail;
he can control his tail freely, and can use it to tightly grasp objects or swing from things (as long as he can wrap his tail around it).
Monkey agility, and senses;
he is quick to get around and move, but often doesn’t calculate his movements before executing them. These impulses lead to unsavoury decisions that may put him or someone else in danger. His hearing is very efficient but his ears are sensitive; loud noises cause him to temporarily go deaf. Unfortunately, he is colour blind and suffers from dichromacy, seeing reds and greens as beige or grey depending on the intensity.
Ability to communicate with animals;
simple enough. Not all animals are going to like Calliste though, of course.
Trained in martial arts; he has heavy gauntlets to make his attacks slower but hit harder, but not wearing them makes him much faster, attacking with many light hits. He is not proficient at using any other weapon and is not going to be offensively effective at any range farther than directly next to his opponent.
OCCUPATION:
Works at home, managing a local fantasy store; one that sells board games, tabletop game models and guides, books based on fantastical worlds etc.
APPEARANCE AND ATTIRE:
Physiology;
Calliste is short for a man, being 5’5”, and has a slightly-toned body while remaining lean built. He has chestnut hair that is very naturally curly. It is fairly long, bouncing just a centimetre above his shoulders, and the front is usually quiffed around to the side of his head. His skin is a shade of dark olive, and his round eyes a warm hue of green, that lie below rather thick eyebrows. His jawline is considerably sharp, as is his small nose, and is lined with facial hair that is usually kept to a light stubble. Of course, he has "monkey ears" in lieu of human ears (more circular, standing out and larger), usually covered by his hair if not his almond coloured beanie. He has a monkey tail that has hair the same texture and colour as on his head, and it is roughly 3 foot long.
Unmasked;
his typical outfit consists of a loose, cream coloured t-shirt with a dark brown woolen jacket over the top, black skinny jeans, thick, beige-rimmed glasses, and dark chocolate coloured dress boots. His tail is usually pressed up against his back and then wrapped lightly around his neck, with a dark brown summer scarf over it to hide it. The beanie, mentioned earlier, is an accessory that may or may not be worn, depending on how much he can be bothered to style his hair around his ears at the time.
Masked;
his hair in a big ponytail (his bangs are still loose down to his jawline), tied with a black band that has two long ribbons falling down to his middle-back. He wears a black face mask in the shape of a figure of eight. Aside from his head wear, he wears black harem pants with knee-high brown boots. He does not tend to wear full upperwear, but instead has a large white bandage wrapped around his chest from the middle of his waist to just above his chest. Depending on whether he is using them or not, he has two black weighted leather gauntlets and white knuckle dusters to add impact to his punches.

PERSONALITY:
As a 'civilian';
Calliste is definitely not an unkind person, treating every individual with respect indiscriminately. He shows a great compassion for a lot in the world, even the smallest pleasantries in life, and likes to protect the livelihood of innocents (people and animals alike) so they can also live their lives to the fullest. Always willing to lend a hand and give support to people who need it, Calliste takes a great pride in his caring of others and for this is considered very friendly and approachable, even if he is a bit socially awkward.
Spending most of his childhood indoors led very quickly to a very sheltered lifestyle, and sometimes can't even manage to take care of himself properly without slipping up. He's not a very independent person, which doesn't suit his mostly lonely lifestyle, but he gets through his social needs nonetheless with workmates and friends made on the internet. This introverted personality sometimes leads people to think that he is dismissive, or air-headed but in truth he just doesn't know how to express himself in a way that will not repel others.
Calliste has a love for fantasy, comics, role-playing and video games. He doesn't hide the fact that he is like this, as he works in a specialist store for it, and instead embraces the opportunity to explore other lifestyles through media. His ideal friday night would be sitting in his room, eating chips and doing a speedrun of a medieval-fantasy role-playing game.
Unfortunately, he does not have a strong grasp over his emotions and their effect on his mentality. He can be considered neurotic and thin-skinned, which are a pair of traits that typically do not go well with each other. Snide and malicious comments tend to get to him very easily, and when something even miniscule happens (for example spilling a mug of milk on a carpet) he tends to get really upset and stressed. Calliste rarely gets angry in lieu of being just sad, but when he gets angry he can be quite difficult to calm down. In short, his neuroticism leaves him vulnerable to severe mood swings. His sensitivity to comments and actions does not help this, as the straw that breaks his back tends to be the first (essentially his tolerance is very very low).
As a superhero;
his personality does not differ much from his day-to-day personality, but it is shockingly clear that hidden behind a mask Calliste gains a great amount of confidence in himself. He tends to crack more jokes and be more sarcastic to his opponents, and unintentionally gains a mass of social skills that he could never use while just going day-to-day.
"BRIEF" BIO:
- He had a generally reserved childhood in a well-off family in Boston, Massachusetts, didn’t have any friends he could consider close, and was generally a socially awkward kid.
- His parents were never around, with his mother being constantly abroad and his father working weekly shifts at his business tower in central Boston. His grandmother, Michella looked after him 75% of the time.
- During the first half of his life, he couldn’t walk properly due to underdevelopment in his feet and severe lower spinal issues (clusters of extra bone marrow), so he spent most of it in a wheelchair or swinging from crutches. Doctors claimed to be unable to take action (surgery) due to his spine continually growing and that he had to have surgery when he was older, but his family suspect the doctors were actually simply clueless.
- He battled with severe depression (that he still has, albeit not as horrible) from self-esteem issues and his inability to do anything physical. He took comfort in video games as he could still use his arms and upper body freely without aid.
- On his 12 birthday, as the family counsellor had suggested, he got his own therapy dog, an Akita he called Dexter. Dexter began to talk to him after a few months, and he thought he was going insane. He slowly accepted it after the initial shock. He hadn't told anyone, lest he be seen as a loser who talks to himself, and still hasn't told anyone to this day. He died very young, around the age of 6, which devastated Calliste. Dexter was, in fact, his first real friend.
- When he began puberty, his spine began to grow out into a long tail over years, hair grew out from behind his ears, the bones in his feet strengthened and his big toe grew outwards and became opposable. Because of these developments, he began to be able to walk without pain. Assumably, this was because there was no awkward distribution of bones in his body, and because of this they could grow strong individually rather than 'living' off of other bones' marrow.
- His parents were, needless to say, completely shocked. They considered their son a gift from God and hid him from the media. Although they were accepting and even began taking time off of work to consolidate their broken relationships with him, there was just too little parental guidance in his childhood, and he tended to shut them out.
- When he was 16, he took up boxing as a sport at a local gym, to increase his physical strength and excelled at it due to his agility and maneuverability.
- More recently at the age of 20, he moved by himself to Redwater, hearing rumours that people like him may be there. He did not tell his family personally and left them nothing but his new phone number, address and a note that told them how he had been feeling at home; alienated, and that he needed a new start.
- He does hide his 'devolved' physiology to the common folk, as to not gain attention (either positive or negative) from others, but is comfortable with using it underneath a mask to help people. Secretly, he hopes that the public assume that he has mechanical enhancements rather than the fact that he was simply born with these abilities.
OTHER:
His parents were originally from France, and can speak French but does not possess an accent. Has a phobia of the dark. A surprisingly great cook. Raised catholic, but only considers himself very loosely catholic.

OOC: I am so sorry about the double post. I had to because I had too many characters in just one post. >-<

I'll put up my characters later, but can I have a power absorber with restrictions, like he cant keep the power forever?

Like a character who absorbs the powers of other heroes/villains? As long as you give it restrictions, I see no issue with that. Though might I recommend a secondary restriction, like possibly a limit to how many powers he can absorb at once. That way he can't just hoard a bunch of powers at once.

BigBoom you're accepted. (And that's fine. I've had that problem just in general RP)

Message to everyone. Firstly, make certain to keep the hero/villain scale balance. Right now we have 3 villains and 4 heroes. I don't want there to be so many villains the heroes can't manage or so many heroes the villains never get much time to perform villainy. And please make certain to submit civilians as well. They're one of the most important characters in this situation and thus far we only have 2.

Not griping at anyone; just making an announcement is all. I like what we have thus far.

Can we start now?

I'm still waiting for several people.

Specifically Lunarz, Waaksian, FuryBeam136, and S2 Swap Force.

Shorty - Question. If Gayle doesn't have an alias as a hero does that mean they don't communicate much with villains? Like, are they just a sort of mysterious nameless hero that just appears, saves the day, then vanishes? I'm completely fine with that, I'm just curious. Either way, you're accepted.

Ah! So maybe they can develop one over time based on their actions. I actually like the idea of a sort of amateur hero, a new face on the scene. Since everyone else is pretty knowledgeable on the concept.

ooc: Hello, hope I can join. I have another character besides this one along the way.

Name: Theodore Lee
Alias: Dust Dragon (Sen Long)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Alignment: Super Villain
Power(s): - His body can produce a unique gunpowder-like dust from the pores of his skin. He can exhale this powder with his breath or gather it in his hands and throw it. He has some control over the particles, but they he cannot move them very fast. If anything he can just make them float longer in the air.
- He can turn his fingernails or the teeth in his mouth into a black flint-like substance that when struck together makes sparks. This is used to ignite the dust he produces and create explosions.
- His skin is coarse and rough. It’s a shade darker coloration than normal and feels like a thin layer of granite. It’s coloration is enough to be passed as normal if not very tanned. His skin and his body are resistant to heat. He can still be burned, but it takes a much higher than normal temperature to burn him. This also means he is resistant to his own explosions. He can still feel the force of the explosion, but his body will be resistant to the heat of it. This resistance also applies to the inner lining of his throat, his stomach, his lungs etc.
- Water is only half a weakness, and actually applies a unique affect to his dust. When this dust is mixed with water, the water will change to a yellowish color and become more viscous the more dust is concentrated in the water. The chemical makeup of the water will become unstable and explode after a period of time defined by how much of the dust is inside the water. More dust = less time before detonation. The color of the glob-like substance will change to orange and then red right before it explodes.
- Considering this is his power, there are a few ways to get around this. One is to simply brush it off. Or if you are stuck with the water-infused dust, you will most likely have time to wipe it off before it explodes.
- Another weakness is wind. No dust = no explosion. Blow the way the dust, and no boom boom.
- There is also a limit to how much dust Theo can produce at any given time. And producing dust takes time. It takes him a few seconds to generate a wad of dust to chuck or something. Theo will regenerate his dust reserves over time but if he’s out he’s out.
Occupation: Restaurant cook
Appearance and Attire:
- Casual clothing wear at home: When no one’s around he’ll train in tank tops and shorts most of the time. He also prefers sweats and a t-shirt on his downtime. Mainly dark blues and greys.
- At work, he wears typical chef attire. Y’know, white collared, apron, funny hat etc.
- When he works as a supervillain, he wears a black thermal-wear-like body-suit under his clothes that is of a more heat-resistant material than normal clothing. What he usually wears over is a black silk vest with a yellow chinese dragon on the back, and long silk pants. He wears a black mask with very small horn-like protrusions on the side, and has holes for his mouth, eyes and nose.
Personality:
– Personality as a cook is very simple. He simply does what he’s asked. He’s rather quiet, but does things efficiently and effectively. He’s just an employee after all. He does not prefer idle small talk with the other chefs when there are mouths to feed. This does not mean he does not communicate at all, obviously he’ll converse to make sure all the dishes are well cooked etc.
– At home, he’s not much different. He’s a bit of a pyromaniac when it comes to his power, and he doesn’t really talk to people much so he’s a bit of a loner. He’d be awkward in social situations and stick to corners if faced with one.
Brief Bio:
–Early Life
His dad was the overseer of blackmarket transportation. This included drugs, rare artifacts, bioweapons, etc. He performed secret operations to smuggle and sell merchandise throughout Redwater’s lucky individuals accruing enough money for a small mansion a little ways near the edge of town. This is where he grew up, with a loving family and one younger sister. However, that all changed once a few Heroes showed up. A slip up happened and long story short, his father was captured and jailed and his mansion burned down. It was an accident during the scuffle between the hero and his father, but Theo blames the heroes for the destruction. All of the family’s money was confiscated even though, some of it was rightfully earned by his mother working a job as a teacher. This money was supposedly sent to fund the heroes for their accomplishment.
However, this left the mother, Theo, and the sister destitute and forced to live on the streets. Theo’s mother tried everything to work to provide her family, but with her reputation, she was turned down everywhere. Finally, she was desperate enough to try and sell her body on the streets. This brought in something at least. However, a year later, she didn’t come home for a few days and Theo went looking for her. He found her body in an alley and when he came back to tell his sister, his sister was gone. Theo’s never found her. Theo was 14 when his mother died.
–Into Work
In a stroke of luck, Theo was near death when a manager for a fast food restaurant found him and took him in. He fed Theo, and found that Theo was good at cooking. As a child, Theo would often help his mother with making meals. Theo did other chores to repay the man for his kindness, and the man ended up employing Theo at his joint. Theo lived with the man for a time, but did not want to overstay his welcome. As soon as he acquired enough money, he rented an apartment. He had barely enough money to stay in for a little over a few months, so he entered a cooking competition, won, and then used that reward to find employment at a local fancy restaurant. Now, he has a stable living in his one-room apartment, he can think about something other than surviving.
–Superpower:
Theo’s superpower has actually been with him since the age of 9 when his skin started getting darker and leaking dust. At first it hurt him a lot. His parents were confused and did everything they could, subjecting him to various treatments that were hidden from public eye. He had to skip his 4th and 5th grade year and be homeschooled during the time. He eventually learned the limit and control of these powers, surprisingly without many accidents. I mean, he blew up the backyard quite a few times, but except for the charred bees and trees, at least no one got hurt. His father found a use for his dust and actually began selling it on the black market as well. His father was harsh with possessing Theo’s power, but made extra careful that it was not public. As soon as Theo was able to control the transformation of his teeth, nails, and skin, he was able to go back to school. One of the reasons why his house was raided by heroes was they tracked down the source of this exploding dust. However, they did not know the dust production came from Theo himself, they just thought his father was manufacturing it. When Theo was homeless with his family, he wasn’t allowed to ever use his power.

Other: “There is no such thing as heroes. There is just people with power who take from others. As for the people who took my life from me, Sen Long will take his vengeance.” –Dust Dragon

Dragon-outcast: I'm still waiting on a couple people, so you're not too late to jump in. Thanks for adding a villain. We have a slight hero-villain ratio imbalance here. Your villain is accepted.

((OOC: To all of you who reserved a spot: I'm planning to start the RP now simply because we've been sitting here for a while and I feel we at least need to start making some kind of progress. That does not mean any of you reserving a spot are not allowed to enter. Quite the contrary, I will be allowing people to join whenever they want. I just need to get the ball rolling. So I'm just gonna start with some casual RPing - sort of a meet and great))

The sun was finally rising over the city of Redwater, a distant light, greeting the world with a cheerful glow. As the darkness was banished from the city, ownership was handed over the the mere civilians, welcoming them into its world, reminding them that when it came down to it, the city was a place for people to live and dwell. Activity was mostly quiet, the heroes and villains moving back to their hidden lives. People of all variations awoke, rising from their bed and preparing for the day ahead, and not a soul knew what would happen from there. Things could be quiet, and the city could gift people a calm day - or mayhap the villains would work up a plan to stir things up. With a few more passing moments, the sun had fully staked its claim in the sky, and the day was ready to begin.

But, nobody would notice, the strange cloud of darkness, that appeared for a second

Melody stirred as sunlight crept through her windows. She groaned and covered her head with her blankets being very discontent with the fact that morning had come so soon. After all she had been awake for most of the night performing heroic deeds as Creation. After several minutes she threw her blankets off and swung her legs over the side of the bed. It was time to get up after all.
Making her way to her bathroom Melody performed her morning routine: brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, getting dressed, and other such actions. She dressed herself a light blue knee length dress with short sleeves, white tights, and blue dress shoes. After getting dressed she proceeded to walk to her kitchen where her mother had just finished cooking breakfast.
She ate breakfast with a broad smile. "Today I am going I am going to go adventuring with my good friend, bunny knight. After I study, of course." She said to her mother who sighed and nodded. Her mother gave her best, 'that's nice, dear.' Her mother never really took a lot of what she said seriously due to how often she played pretend. That was fine, she wouldn't suspect anything even if she told her mother about her powers.
Once she had eaten her breakfast she grabbed her bag with her costume and her school books in it and headed outside. After all, she had places she wanted to be and citizens she wanted to protect should anything happen when she was out and about.

Westley glanced up abruptly as the sun crept into his room. He had been up for a lengthy portion of the night, unable to convince sleep to work alongside him. Night was always so chaotic and noisy, not an immediate problem, given he fancied the time himself. He hadn't meant to be up for long, so when the sun nudged him playfully in the side, he was surprised, suffice to say. Oh well. He had slept in the evening, and that would more than suffice for him. Then he made haste to keep his nighttime workings private, slipping them in various hiding places and pacing out of the room with a casual stride in his step. Breakfast, breakfast, he hated preparing it himself. Westley took a moment to eye the kitchen, considering making his own meal, but he eventually shook his head. Forget it. He would pick up a cup of coffee at a local shop. It tasted far greater than anything he could make himself.
The male paused as he passed through a large room, stopping to greet his snakes with a warm 'good morning' tossed their way. "Hey! Don't you hiss at me, Balthazar," he grumbled in the direction of his Gaboon Viper, tossing a live mouse at it. "You seem well, Merlin." To the Asian Vine snake, he fed a gecko instead - expensive bugger to feed. "I'll see you darlings tonight," he purred before making his way out the front door.



Alexei, on the other hand, was no stranger to the sunlight rising. As soon as the sun awoke, he did too, prepared to take on the day and whatever it offered. He sprang up, and almost over-excited leap in his step. Morning person was almost an insult to describe him. He staked his claim in the morning sun, made the realm his own. He did not waste much time in tossing on a simple, yet effective outfit. With a satisfied hum, he picked up his straw hat off the door knob to his bedroom, placing it over his rustled hair as he made to the kitchen. The gardener prepared himself a breakfast personally, using his hand-grown vegetables to graft a morning salad - it wasn't about the health, it was the pride of saying he had grown these vegetables himself. Breakfast was quick, food gone in mere moments. The morning itself was free for the gardener, nobody currently in need of his services. Perhaps he would stop by a couple stores, browse around. There were many choices, but he decided to simply wing it as he departed from the house.

SCREEET, SCREEET, SCREEET.

Calliste nearly jumped straight out of his skin when he heard the shrill cry of his alarm clock, eyes bolting wide open and covers tossed to a pathetic heap on his carpet. Normally, he would have awaken with a groan and a swift smack on the hat of the clock, but last night he stayed up all too late playing a new video game that was just released. While it was delayed by shock, the smack of his hand still silenced the loud noise followed by a drawn out groan. Momentarily falling back down onto his bed, he gazed at the off-grey ceiling and let the sounds of the morning surround him. He could hear birds singing outside; but whereas others would hear a small trill of fine tune, he heard a distant meaning. While the animal was too far away to make any sense of, he could only assume they were singing about the joys of life and how beautiful mornings were; small avians were obnoxiously optimistic creatures in general. Ugh.

After this small reflection, he swung to his morning routine; teeth brushed, clothes on (white tank top, black sweats, and a black scarf - as well as his glasses of course), and then toast. Unfortunately, this morning, subconsciously reaching into his bread bin for two pieces of future toast did not bear fruit; something that caught Calliste slightly off guard. "Guess I'm eating breakfast out today..." he groaned, throwing on a jacket and stepping out of his apartment building. Just before this however, he caught a reflection of himself in a window; remembering to untie his hair and cover his ears with it.

Name: Leligarm Deraspi
Alias: Midnight Shadow
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Alignment: Villain
Power(s): She can create illusions, though they can only affect the one being deceived by the ways they react. She can mostly only use these on one person at once, but if it's a weak illusion she can use it on a larger group. Tying in with the illusions, she can give a person the impression that they've been injured, while all it is is a sort of fake pain created by the belief that the illusion they are currently in is real. She can also use her illusion power to put someone under the impression that they are something they're not. She cannot actually harm someone with her illusions, since they aren't actually real.
Occupation: Like a job? That's my guess, so... waitress.
Appearance and Attire: As her villain self (which she sees as her true self) Leligarm wears a tight-fitting black bodysuit with wings attached to the back, much like an angel's only black tipped with dark purple. She also wears a mask, which is simply black save a small, deep purple feather beside the left eye hole. As a normal person, she wears mostly plain colours so as not to stick out. Her hair is long and black, with a purple streak, and her eyes are an eerily bright green.
Personality: As a normal person, Leligarm's personality is subdued. She acts quiet and antisocial, and when spoken to she gives a simple, often unnerving answer. (sort of example: "What are you doing tonight?" "I was planning on offering another sacrifice later. Why do you ask?") As a villain, she basically just has the same traits, only changed and amplified in some places. She is less quiet, and tends to laugh to herself for seemingly no reason to draw people closer and "have a little fun" with them. (Illusions type thing, I promise it's nothing worse than that.) She also tends to hunt for heroes to try to trap in her illusions. She has a belief that there is no real good or evil, and that the entire world is in a state of misunderstood neutrality others just can't seem to grasp.
Brief Bio: Leligarm has had her illusion powers as long as she can remember. She used them to prank her sister mostly, but once she realized that it wasn't a normal occurrence, her entire personality seemed to shift from positive to what it is now. She became less approachable, and spent more and more time doing things her family knew nothing of. Soon she moved out, and began to use her powers for purposes she knew others would see as evil. She wanted to prove a point originally, but began to enjoy what she was doing, and so it continued.
Other: I dunno. Can't think of anything.

A yawn. A stretch. Another day started for Theo. Well, technically he was still sleeping. He likes to sleep in. But in the event of when he wakes up, normally around 10:00ish, Theo would start is own daily routine. This included getting out of bed, walking a mere 10 steps to his kitchen, cracking two eggs and making a hearty omelette. Afterwards, he would rinse his plate, put it in the dishwasher, brush his teeth, and then go back to bed with a computer in hand and surf the web. Lazy mornings are honestly the best.

Carlton sits at his home, with his dog, Max. They sit around watching TV, he had been up all night, yet strangely, he didn't look like he did.

Humming a cheerful tune as she went Melody made her way through town. She walked with a spring in her step and a smile on her face. After all, Melody had a great plan. She would do something absolutely forbidden by her mother: order coffee. It was bitter without milk and sugar and her mother swore that it would stunt her growth, but Melody had a fondness for this forbidden drink. She made her way to a small cafe, one that she visited in secret often, and sat herself down at a table. When the waitress came Melody ordered her prized drink. She sat and read her school book while waiting for her coffee to arrive.

Calliste had finally reached the café, after a less-than-interesting walk, and a brief inhale of courage helped him to make his way into the building. Wasting no time on display at the front of the room, a quick scan of the room was enough to immediately find a small booth that he swiftly slid into. As to not seem ignorant to the waitress, he sat there rattling a small and upbeat tune on the table with his fingers, with his netbook on the table, closed beside him.
An order of french toast, fresh berries and tea was made; a desire to sate his hungering sweet tooth. A small click confirmed the power on his computer and a grin spread across his face. He then tapped away at the keyboard, balancing out the finance and stock of his store; while his little shop was closed today, he simply couldn't help himself - the store was important to him and quite frankly, not flourishing. Important previously drafted e-mails were re-written, checked, edited and some sent off to various important people regarding his business, as he waited for his breakfast.

Vera yawned as she stretched, having just woke. She was actually able to get by with notably less sleep then a normal person, but still took more time then was necessary because she enjoyed the luxury of rest.
She glanced at the clock by her bedside, noting the time and the clear implication that her sister would likely be long-gone at her work at this point, and her suspicions were confirmed after she dressed and ventured to the livingroom, finding it vacant. Glancing to their kitchen she found a post-it note on the table, and curiously walked over to look at it.

'Hey kid, didn't want to wake you early but I wanna let you know that I was just informed I would finally get my new shipment this morning with those books you wanted, so drop by the store!(If you weren't already) - Lexa.'

Rolling her eyes in affectionate exasperation at her sibling's insistence at calling her "kid," even at this point, Vera grinned in excitement at the news as she threw on her scarf, the silky soft fur slightly tickling her as she stepped out the doorway.
Lexa's Black Cat Books and Cafe (The name and logo design partially pitched by Vera herself, which would forever fill her with pride, if not abit of smugness.) was a well-kept and homey place and Vera was a regular there. Partly because it was ran by her sister, and also because she genuinely really enjoyed the place and often spent some time working on her projects there too. Anywhere the older teen could read, draw, surf the web, and eat sweets usually tended to have her avid approval. Nonetheless she still wasn't too telegraphed in her presence, being the silent loner she was most of the time, and would usually intentionally choose a more out-of-the-way place to sit so she could best concentrate and not be unexpectedly approached by anyone other than the workers or Lexa, which is just what she did this time aswell.

"Hi Vera! Would you like those two books your sister has held for you?" A waitress said as she approached the girl, prompting her to look up from her recently opened bag.

"Hi, Shiki." She greeted politely with a small smile. "And uh... Come back to me with that in a bit, I need to start the sketches for this thing I'm doing, and I might just get distracted if I have the books. I've waited awhile for them..." She admitted with a little chuckle, which was echoed by the young woman. She did, however, order a large cinnamon roll and a cup of hot chocolate, and pulled out her sketchbook and a pencil as she waited on her order, taking a moment to lightly bite her lip and visualize her piece before she started drawing. She had recently got a client seeking a cover for a novel, and was just in the "test phase" for concepts as of right now, as she was only giving a slight idea of how things were supposed to look.

Westley kept a strong pace as he moved down the street, eyes locked straight on the road ahead. He knew his way well to the cafe, taking the path as though the directions were blinking in front of him the entire time. The bright light of the sun shone down on him, heating his skin as he continued. Eventually, he saw the building rise in front of him, moved in to open the door.

-bump-

Westley calm to a sharp halt, huffing unintentionally as he backed up immediately. His muscles drew stiff quickly, and his eyes scanned the figure of the man who had bumped into him. His eyes scanned the stranger, fellow in a straw hat. It was Alexei - though Westley didn't know this. The two had never met, never spoken to one another, and likely wouldn't seek to do so. "I'm sorry," Alexei said with a smile "You can go ahead of me." Westley's eyes scanned the figure of the man for several moments over, numerous thoughts racing through his head, but eventually he came to the conclusion that this man wasn't worth the trouble and he entered the cafe. He was seated, and delivered his order to the waitress - a black coffee and an interesting selection of eggs Benedict. For a short while, he tapped his finger slowly on the table, no rhythm in particular. Then, he turned his head. There was the man in the straw hat, delivering a far too cheerful smile to the waitress and giving her his order.



"Do you still have the French Vanilla coffee?" Alexei asked, his mind already completely wiped of the encounter with the strict-looking fellow at the door. The waitress nodded. "That please." He wasn't sure what had brought him here, and the possibilities crossed his mind as he was left to his devices. Mattered not, though. There was a lot of activity around this place, many people lurking about. He couldn't help but smile a little.

(Is my character accepted or not? It is there now...)

((OOC: I could've sworn I posted that you were accepted, Furybeam136. My computer must've not registered the post or something. You're accepted. Sorry about that. Sometimes I swore I post things and they're never heard from again))

At this point, Calliste's breakfast was a half-filled miniature kettle of ready-brewed tea and half a bowl of colourfully assorted berries; blackberries, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries. His extra work was done for now, so he decided to open up a browser and inquire on the local news; always something happening in Redwater, always action he often missed out on. The most recent article was dated very early in the morning, the headline reading "Bank robbery prevented: Criminals jailed." Being as curious as he is, the young man clicked on it to learn more about the saviour of the day. Unclear pictures allowed him to scope out a small figure, and a very optimisticly designed group of others with her, catching and beating up wrongdoers. He rubbed his chin, the stubble lightly scratching his fingers, as he tried to put the puzzle together; it wasn't the first time he had seen this little person with a rather cartoonish band of friends. The media called her Creation, but Calliste was never too keen on alias'.
He never realised that during this, he had been handling a small cluster of blueberries in his hand, staining the tips of his right hand in a blue juice. A sigh followed him leaving his seat to go and grab some napkins from the nearest self-service table.

Melody finished her coffee and closed her book. Being a little nosy she began to look around the cafe at the other customers. A man in a straw hat, another man in fancy attire, and a man looking at his netbook. On further examination of the netbook Melody could see a picture of her as Creation. Her face lit up with a huge smile and she swung her legs to turn and face the man with the netbook. "Oh, I see you are reading about the great and powerful Creation! Defender of the city and dealer of justice!" She stood up and flamboyantly posed to match the picture in the article as best as she could. "She is number one, right?!" She said with a triumphant laugh. After all, it wasn't often that she was featured in the media, let alone read about in the media!

It took Calliste to the word 'Creation' before he even realised that the little girl was talking to him, very concentrated on getting berry skin out of the nooks in his fingers. He looked up, ever so slightly shocked, and watched her. The shocked expression faded into a casual smile as she raved about Creation, seeing no possible threat to interacting with this stranger except perhaps a potential headache.
"Yeah she's certainly intruiging. Are you her biggest fan, kid?" he replied with a small grin forming on his face. He wasn't the best person to deal with children, considering he was a bit awkward around people his own age, but he had decided very quickly that the worst thing he could do was shut her out or not validate her excitement.

As Westley was enjoying his finally arrived breakfast, there was a small show of activity nearby. He glanced momentarily from the corner of his eyes as he noted movement a distance away. There was a young girl, posing in the middle of the cafe. He had missed the beginning of her comment, given he wasn't a part of the encounter, but he heard something about justice. He successfully hid an exasperated exhale, taking it back within him before it could be known. With a sigh that betrayed no emotion bar perhaps boredom, he pushed aside his mug - there was hardly anything left inside anyways - and scanned the room once again. Large place, this cafe. He had noted it appeared to double as a book shop quite a long time ago, but had never a reason to look into it.



Alexei had moved very quickly with his coffee, drinking it as though he had not had anything to drink for a while. It might have been concerning to some, the way he almost poured a steaming liquid down his throat. He could feel the warmth in his body, heating him up inside. The added warmth wasn't needed, given the temperature outside, but it was comforting nonetheless. Alexei, unlike Westley, was a regular to browse the reading selection, though he was adamantly interesting in not tales of fantasy and adventure, but books surrounding his hobby. Today would be no different. He simply had to browse the reading selection. He considered it for no more than a second before rising from his seat.

"Biggest fan... Of course! I am Creation's number one fan!" Melody said, changing to another dramatic pose with her arms spread out wide. She went through a series of dramatic poses before she sat back down in her chair and let out a healthy stream of laughter. "It's good to see that Creation is getting attention. Normally no one has anything to say about her." That much was true, and she was very excited to hear that her counter part had gotten some attention. IT occurred to her that she was drawing a bit of attention to herself, or that she might be disturbing the other guest in the cafe. Thus, she slowly returned to a normal pose. She held out her hand to Calliste, "I'm Melody. Melody May. What's your name?" Melody asked.

Theo shook himself awake and looked at the clock. 7 hours until his shift at the restaurant he worked at. He looked at the date. It was time. He took a deep breath, dispelling his nerves. Today was a test, but also a part of his plan for revenge. He went out to the balcony of his apartment and crouched down. Feeling the sandpapery ground, he felt the corner of a loose piece and then he pulled back a sheet of some sort that looked and felt exactly like the texture of the balcony ground. Underneath was a small wooden trapdoor. He opened it up. Inside, were a bunch of small pouches, like the ones that kid stores let you fill with colored rocks. He took about 4 of the packets out with him and put them in a backpack. Theo took the elevator and then walked out of the apartment he lived in. As he did, he looked at his phone and pulled up the address of his target. His target's office was near a middle class neighborhood. He pulled up a map on his phone. Hmm. It looked like a bit of a crowded area but sneaking in shouldn't be too much of a problem. More likely, the problem was getting out. This one-man operation means that he would have to leave as quickly as possible before any heroes showed up after the initial beginning of his attack.

Theo made a sharp turn into a small alleyway between buildings and with a bit of effort, looked behind one of the dumpsters. Sure enough, it was there. Theo grunted as the metal screeched against the ground as he moved the dumpster. Behind it was a black bike with red ribbon designs over the back wheel cover. Theo rolled it out, then pushed the dumpster back in. He got on the bike, and rode off, heading towards the neighborhood. Theo began to hum a little tune to himself as he rode along. As he rode, he passed by a café. He was less than two blocks away from his target now.