Campaign:Zero Day/Current Characters

The following is a current list of character for Zero Day. When posting characters here, try to keep them in alphabetical order and use the following template:

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Current Characters

NOTE: Characters whose names are in quotation marks haven't formally made a name for themselves yet. Consider these codenames for now.

"Agent"

Player Name: 008

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Backstory: Before the world changed, I sat on my ass and cruised the internets.

After, I do the same exact thing but send out clones of myself to detect other supers for the organization I hooked up with.

Powers: Physical Duplication and Power Sensing.

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Artisan, The

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Backstory: My life used to be so boring. I woke up, went to work, came home and ate dinner, then went to sleep. Day in, day out, over and over again. When I had time, I would spend time with my one true passion: Art. I loved manipulating clay into whatever shape I dreamed. I loved mixing paints to create that perfect color. I never had many people to share my passion with. No wife, no children, few friends. But I was content.

Then, Zero Day. I can't remember exactly what happened, and I have no idea why it happened. I just remember coming home, and deciding to sculpt to take my mind off of what happened. But, before my very eyes, the clay worked itself, it manipulated itself into the exact shape I saw in my mind. I was amazed! I looked to a block of wood, and it carved itself into intricate patterns and shapes, until it formed a little wooden man. I was amazed. As amazed as I was by that, nothing could prepare me for what happened next. The clay statue, the wooden man, and all the little things I have lovingly crafted stood, and looked at me. They had come to life!

Over the course of the next week or so, others with "powers" began to make themselves relevant. It was like something out of a comic book! These people were brutish and lacked style. They wore stupid tights and masks, and created catchphrases. Silly. These "Super Heroes" were making the world cheesy, tactless, unsophisticated, and ignorant. They made the world a much worse place, destroying skillfully contracted architecture, and being completely clumsy whilst doing so.

So I will destroy them, purge the world of these fools who use their gifts to make a mockery of all things beautiful. I guess I will give myself an alias as well. I will call myself the Artisan.

Powers: Animation and Inanimate Matter Conversion.

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Background

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Backstory: Not a big deal for background just me kind of a fuck up and not much to me, pretty lazy, haven't done anything much with my life.

Then Zero Day occurred... and when I came to I had the power to regenerate myself and summon a extra dimensional ally. I decided to finally take /fit/'s advice and bulk up so I wouldn't look stupid in spandex and began to cal myself Background! Because I sit back and let my ally do all the work.

Soon the city will see I'm going to be a big thing, and by me I mean my ally is going to kick your ass around the block while I watch and I'll just regenerate if you try and hurt me. You gotta deal with him. Oh yeah.

The city is a bitch and I'm the alpha canine in town. Apparently I'm also a misogynist. That's okay though. Because I'm the villain. Possibly a low tier villain that will be outclassed by high tier villains but a villain none the less and you'll just have to deal with that. Oh yeah. I'll spout the worst one liners line a hopeless guy throwing out pickup lines to girls way out of his league and there ain't nothin ya'll gonna do about it.

Powers: Self Healing and Summoning. Background uses his powers to let his summoned beast do all the fighting for him. Should he get hurt though, his healing factor kicks in while (hopefully) his summoned charge will furthermore keep his enemy busy.

Allies: Shell Game

Nemeses: Shining Man

"Beastspeaker"

Player Name: TheOverlordi

Real Name: Anthonius Ravenloft

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Height: 183 cm

Weight: 162 lbs

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Dark green

Physical Description: Has a little brown beard and wears a black suit with a topper. He has a walking staff and a muzzleloader.

Backstory: As the curator of the Museum of Living History, he is a man that has learned many old languages throughout his studies. After Zero Day, he has decided not to fight for the law, though he abides by the laws. In the growing conflict, he is neutral.

Powers: Beast Form and Manipulating the Laws of Nature.

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Beat, The

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Aiden Houghton

Age: 23

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Backstory: A 23 year old street dancer. He always lived a life of questionable morals, breaking many laws in his time. On Zero Day, discovered he could go back in time exactly 2 minutes and 12 seconds, the length of his favorite song. He can also cause body to explode and reform, often coupling this with a dance routine to outmaneuver his opponents.

Alignment: Street Thug Villain

Powers: Time Travel and Self-Explosions. The Beat uses his powers to go back in time, and his explosion power when he is more directly confronted.

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Bestiary, The

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Rick

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Backstory: The Bestiary is a superhero who can shapeshift into and communicate with any animal (including humans), but prefer to take the form of beasts most fantastical, from Charybdis to the Jabberwock to Phoenix, Basilisk and Behemoth, the Bestiary fights on the side of good.

In reality, 'The Bestiary' is the 15 years old Ezra Tallot. Born with Sickle Cell Anemia, Ezra spent his childhood cooped up in his own house, reading fantasy stories. With his new powers, he can be anything he wants and fulfills his wishes of being the hero he had always dreamed of.

Unfortunately, he always risks more than he believes he does. Whilst he can become any animal, his ability cannot augment his blood and often, he pushes himself far more than he should to become the image of the hero he wishes to be.

His parents believe that he's getting better. After all, Ezra seems to have a newly found joie de vivre and friends that he keeps visiting. They don't know that he's fighting crime behind their backs and Ezra will soon find that no beast, mundane nor fantastic, can escape their death.

He's an incredibly idealistic teenager and will ally himself with anyone he sees to be on the side of good and consider anyone who is on the side of evil to be his nemeses.

Powers: Beast Form and Telepathy.

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Bianchi Undine, The

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Fiore Bianchi

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Backstory: Sam, nothing really matters anymore. Not since Zero day.

You know what the weirdest thing about it was? I remember everything clearly. I was in my car and then I just suddenly felt like every bit of my body was screaming at once. The car suddenly veered wildly and it dove into Lake Greenwood with my body still going crazy inside.

The window was open and water was rushing in. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't feel scared or panicked. It's not like I could've done anything, but I just felt calm. That weirded me out the most. That I felt calm, even though the water was rushing in and I had seconds of air left and my body, just wouldn't respond to anything.

Somehow, I felt so peaceful within the water. I remember letting the last gasp of air out and breathing water in and somehow feeling just fine. I felt like the water had accepted me and I noticed the seatbelt slowly going through me, as if I was nothing. I felt something guiding me upwards holding my body and rising me up. I just went aside of the car, it wasn't an obstacle to me anymore.

Only when I felt the warm light and the air did I finally notice that I was made out of water itself. And now, I could change back and forth with ease, hell, I could call upon water itself to gain form and help me.

Nothing.. really matters anymore.

But fact is, Sam, you tried to kill me.

I know how this mafia thing work, you know. That everything is 'strictly business'. That you wanted to send a message to my husband, may he rest in peace, and show that you were being serious about the territory dispute. But the fact is, è brutto figlio di puttana bastardo, that you tried to kill me and I won't fucking stand for that.

I'm sorry Sam, but I gotta send a message too, to every tiny dicked pig fucker that thinks they can fuck me over just because I'm a woman. I'm taking over the Bianchi crime family. And you wanna know what I'm going to do as my first act as the boss of the Bianchi family?

I'm gonna drown you and leave your bloated corpse on the doorstep your little clubhouse.

It's only fair, right? You tried to drown me, I'm gonna try and drown you.

Sorry, Sam. Strictly business.

Powers: Water Form and ???.

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Nemeses: The Gatekeeper

Blackout

Player Name: DrJackScience

Real Name: Richard Precett

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 190 lbs

Hair: Blonde, professional

Eyes: Blue

Physical Description: Black Spandex with 2 blue stripes running down sides, translucent blue eye spots, and a Trapezoidal hole for his mouth

Backstory: For Richard Precett, Zero Day was the worst and best day of his life. It was the day his company, Horizon Solutions, was to sell their program, DAWN (Which allowed the user to view the feed of any camera turned on, and listen to any phone conversation) to the military, making him a multimillionaire. He woke up in his luxury home, got out of bed, and was taking a shower when the seizures started. He was barely able to make it to his bed before blacking out. He awoke with a funny feeling of imminent danger, and moved out of his bed just as the hitman who had entered his home fired. He then found himself beating the hitman to a bloody pulp, dodging every blow he threw. Standing over the man's corpse, Richard found himself enjoying the experience. He washed the blood off, and went to the meeting, finding out about just what was going in the city on over the radio.

The meeting went perfectly, and then it happened. 3 "heroes" burst into the room, making a vigilante arrest on Richard, due to his illegal business practices. That was when he snapped. All of the sudden, the two flying "heroes" fell from the sky, and one on fire went out. Their powers were negated.

No-one survived that incident

In an underground base in Marsden Heights, Precett took a vow: since the new "heroes" ruined his life, as Blackout, he would ruin theirs. One by one.

Powers: Negation, Danger Sense, and Expertise in Manipulation. Aside from this, Blackout is a decent combatant without his sense, but an excellent one with it. He also has access to the DAWN program, which he uses to discover who the heroes really are, and how to hurt them most.

Allies: The Puppeteer, Trigger, The Red X

Nemeses: Whisper

Butcher, The

Player Name: misterhumble

Real Name: Unknown

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Height: 7'0" (213.4 cm)

Weight: 350 lbs (158.8 kg)

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black, Shark-like

Physical Description: Large build, bulky and muscular.

Backstory: They called him the Butcher of Hyperion. A name feared in the streets by man, woman, and criminal alike. Even before Z day, he stood a whopping 7 feet tall and weighed in at close to 350 lbs. Cameras in his isolation cell picked up his seizure. 3 hours later, the beast of a man awoke and leapt, smashing the camera. When the security guards heard the noise, they opened the triple locked door of the cell, letting a small mouse run from the room.

He had escaped, in the blink of an eye. The Butcher was free again.

Now, he spends most of his time hunting the dark alleyways of Hyperion city taking the form of outrageous animals... Some not found in nature, but in the nightmares of the most deranged man to walk the streets of Hyperion. He stalks any man or woman foolish enough to tread alone, ripping them to pieces with claws or fangs.

Few people survive the attacks of these beasts, but those that do are often armed. They tell stories of the bullets bouncing off or passing through the monsters without doing any harm.

If the stories are true, it will a very coordinated effort to put The Butcher down.

Powers: Adaptation and Animal Mimicry

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Casper

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Frank McDoherty

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

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Eyes: Light brown.

Physical Description: Rough and tumble beard. Irish, northern European descent.

Backstory: Now Frank may be trying to do right by his daughter, but he ain't no saint. He has a taste for strippers and strong drink, which is part of the reason why Sonia (his wife) left him in the first place. The other part being she was a huge bitch.

He isn't gonna try to get involved in other super's business, but he will help people provided he is there at the time. I'm liking the idea of him and his ex-wife fighting a shadow war at night, and then pretending that nothing's different during the day, exchanging Michelle like normal and trying to keep her out of any super related things, because they both still love her.

This was a shit job, and Sunny was gonna get Frank's fist up his ass when he got back. That sceevy little druggy, always giving Frank shit tips and bullshit rumours, always coming around when he had Michelle, despite Frank explicitly telling him to fuck off when she was here on the weekends. There wasn't a damn SPECK of ice in this house. So much for the New rich of Newberg. Heading for the back door, Frank felt his guts drop into his boots, and that's when he blacked out. When he came to, everything was dark, and he smelt....paint? When he managed to stumble to his feet and grope around in the dark, he found a light-switch and discovered he was in the House's basement! Fearing he'd been caught and some weird Pulp Fiction rape scene was about to go down, he made a quick dash for the basement window. He put his hands to the glass, and he fell through! After that day, heists were far more interesting, and paying child-support was far easier.

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Clever

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Robert Charleson

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 145 lbs

Hair: Brown, messy short hair

Eyes: Brown

Physical Description: Robert is somewhat tall for a man his age, yet very slim and somewhat fragile looking. He often wears just jeans and a dark green jacket, with a t-shirt underneath.

Backstory: I was just your average college student before it all happened. I was working towards a degree in philosophy out of all things, looking back that was a stupid thing to study for, considering all the money my family spent on a bullshit degree like that.

Anyways, it was really odd. One morning I was just studying, reading some books for an upcoming test. Then bam, I black out. I wake up about four hours later, completely fine. What was even weirder, is that I woke up with what I assume was three identical versions of myself sitting right next to me. They chatted with me for a bit, and I found out that they were pretty much future versions of myself. They didn't really tell me much besides me just having some fancy time related powers, didn't tell me much else due to them not wanting to "disrupt the time line".

So essentially I can call forth my future and past selves at will, and it really freaked me out. Turns out that I can only really call in future and past versions of myself that aren't that far into the future or past, anytime I try to summon myself from the far future or past I pass out for a few hours.

I also found out that I had another power granted to me by this strange seizure. I found out about it when I was walking down the street one day, and I was about to cross the street. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and nearly doubled over feeling sick, and bam not less than a minute later a major car crash happens right on that street.

I'm still trying to adjust to these powers, not sure what the hell I'm going to do with them. I don't want to "Suit Up" like some of those idiots are doing now around the city, and I definitely don't want to go on some evil rampage. For now I'll just sit tight in my small house near the University, trying not to fuck up the timeline.

Powers: Temporal Duplication and Danger Sense.

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Clove Black

Player Name: TrotMobileMechanic

Real Name: Clove Black

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 180 lbs

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Brown

Physical Description: Clove black isn't a terribly handsome man, his hairline is too high for his age, he wears glasses, he always has three or so days of stubble before he can be bothered to shave and he cuts his own hair. (surprisingly he manages to look like he just visits a terribly uninspired barber rather than looking like a blind person cut his hair.) His skin is really quite pale since he does his best to stay indoors. (agoraphobia) and despite his skinniness he really could be in better shape.

Backstory: He works for a construction firm that specializes in cleaning up after battles between superhumans, or natural disasters. No one knows that he can possess living creatures, THAT power he keeps a secret.

Powers: Animation and Mental Projection.

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Darwin

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Backstory: Darwin was one of those guys that thought he knew everything but didn't because he was pretty fucking stupid. He shaved his head and wondered why people called him a skinhead stupid. But it was okay because despite not being very bright Darwin was a bro a pretty cool guy real nice just not very smart.

Z day hit and when he first woke up and heard what it was called he wanted to know where the zombies were

Darwin changed his name to the Amazing Changing Man because he thought it would make sense for a guy that could adapt to damage to be called the Changing Man. He thought it was creative and smart.

Darwin is a fucking idiot.

He's a good-intentioned idiot though so he started using his powers to help people and surviving the sure death experiences just because of his power because he'd fuck up repeatedly in situations that should have killed anyone else. Most of the people he saved couldn't wait to get away from him because he was sort of clingy and wanted to talk to the people he saved a lot. A LOT.

NO a lot seriously.

And he wouldn't shut up with some of the stupidest stuff to say you've ever heard.

Good luck to anyone that allies with him. Good luck to anyone that goes after him. Better luck actually because this guy needs wiped out of the gene pool he's that kind of stupid.

Powers: Adaptation x2. Darwin is able to withstand tremendous damage naturally. His body is also able to adapt to many recent forms of damage inflicted upon him to the point where they don't harm him until a new form of damage is introduced.

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"Door"

Player Name: Scott

Real Name: Scott Gale

Age: Early 20s

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Physical Description: If it were a movie "Anton Yelchin" would play him.

Backstory: Scott was returning home from college when he blacked out. When he woke he was no longer on a street corner, but in an entirely different dimension. A hazardous, dangerous world where monstrous creatures roam. Whilst trying to survive in this harsh new dimension Scott came across Acedia, a small creature similar in appearance to a sloth. Scott quickly grew a friendship with the creature who would bond with him using his Symbiotic form. Making Scott a hybrid of both demon and human. Scott was able to bond with Acedia through his psychometry, learning Acedia's entire life history in a fleeting moment. Eventually Scott was able to return to earth by opening a portal back there. Ever since he tries in vain to live a life outside of the good vs evil chaos, proffering to stay neutral.

Powers: Psychometry and Summoning.

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"Dreamer"

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Backstory: it'll never happen and I'm probably dreaming but:

Billy woke up one day after sleeping all day all the way through zero day with super powers.

He was probably just dreaming that though.

He dreamt he had the super power to mimic animals so he tried mimicking a water bear so he could survive in space. He was a drop out and a failure though and worked at burger king flipping burgers so he never got to actually test it out.

He also had the power to phase through physical objects. This further proved it was a dream. Stuff like that only happened in dreams. He went around talking and telling everyone about how this was all just a dream. You too he told you about his dream too and how he was just dreaming you. nothing like this would ever actually happen to him.

Billy thought super hero names were stupid so he kept his own name. He tried fighting crime once but it was really hard work, so he walked into a bank and just ignored everyone while he took some money. He didn't hurt anyone, he just ignored them. They were all a dream anyways. He tried spending the money but the cops wouldn't leave him alone.

This dream is pretty lame, Billy thought. I just want to spend my dream money on some dream girls and have some good dream sex before I wake up. Why can't you just leave me alone? Billy went nuts and killed all the cops and all the onlookers. They wouldn't mess with his dream anymore after that. He went and found some girls after that.

None of you are real what's the point in allying with you or fighting you? None of the girls wanted to put out and the whores were really ugly. Billy isn't really happy with his dream so far.

Powers: Animal Mimicry and Intangibility.

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Eastern Wind, The

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Zhou Dongfeng/"Mr. Chou"

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Backstory: Zhou Dongfeng, or "Mr.Chou" in his capacity as manager of Onionbank in MidCity, is a mainland Chinese national living in the United States and president of Onionbank LLC, which currently consists of the one bank in MidCity and its moderate assets; set up by the CEO and founder, a noveau riche tech billionaire in Beijing.

Born during the Cultural Revolution and just one of many children of that period given an overly patriotic given name, Dongfeng grew up isolated from his parents and grandparents because he reminded them of those dark days. In turn as he grew older he went to efforts to avoid people before they could avoid him, resulting in by adulthood an antisocial disposition making him unpopular with his peers. Hard work in school, dutiful membership in the Party to build up the right connections, and the premeditated and coldly logical sabotage of his rivals (primarily younger, more talented Westerners) landed him the internship, despite his age, in Beijing that gave him the opportunity to backstab his way into the inner circle of the CEO, eventually landing himself the task of running the maverick billionaire's new bank in America.

Zero Day has shifted the power dynamic considerably. Finding himself in command over copper and capable of projecting his mind and external perception through it, Dongfeng has set about building up a criminal organization; using seed capital conned out of a circle of investors by using his power to fake a room-temperature superconductor. By riding the electric wiring of the power grid and into any building with wiring either connected to the grid or in "eyesight" of his consciousness riding the power lines (jumping from power lines to the unconnected wiring in a nearby house, for example), Feng spied on the criminal underworld of MidCity. He found out their locations, their identities, their secrets. Working through public telephones he arranged anonymous tips to the police and rival gangs, in order to edge out potential competitors, and then picked up the pieces using his seed money in anonymous transactions.

He's not perfect, he's already made some mistakes; but then again, he's always been ruthless enough to not have to rely on being the brightest or luckiest in the room. He found early on that a copper penny spinning on its axis could drill through a human body, much less what larger quantities were capable of. MidCity has a new rising crimeboss, and while they might not know it yet, in his mind they call him the Eastern Wind.

Powers: Solids Manipulation and Technological Projection.

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Ebony

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Physical Description: Long black hair, moderate height and trim. Wears suit of black.

Backstory: Once upon a time I was known by a mortal name, amongst mortal friends, at a simple dead end job I worked at to pay for College. I had roommates, but few friends, and a great mass of unpaid loans. Then... like a shining star falling from the sky came Zero Day. When I woke, I knew instantly I had changed forever, more than some, for I held the power to rise again and again from the grave, to resurrect those who I see as worthy, give life and youth or old age and death to those I please and manipulate my own age to whatever I wish at a given time.

I began to call myself Ebony, for my black hair flowed long, black waterfalls over tan skin and green ambitious eyes. Ambitious as they'd never been before, for then I felt nothing could stop me. The first thing I did was have a suit made, like something out of a comic book, black of course, for what else would a super being named Ebony wear? And... I knew I must use my powers for good.

Powers: Resurrection and Temporal Manipulation.

Allies: Statuary

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"Editor"

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Backstory: I'm a history student who has now decided to travel through time and live as various famous and infamous people for a bit, perhaps even changing as much as he could get away with.

Maybe even make the present a better place. Who knows?

Anyone care to stop me from playing God?

Powers: Time Travel and Mental Projection.

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Escapist, The

Player Name: Stooge

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Backstory: Ron Alfresco was a man with a tough life. Not out of misfortune, or fate. Not from the actions of others or even his own mistakes. No, Ron Alfresco's life was tough because he chose the hard way in life.

Ever since he was a young child, he's always wanted to be a detective. A hero of justice. Even when his father would badmouth the police in front of him, he wanted nothing more than to be a hero of justice. Even when he was beaten relentlessly he chose to bear it for his dreams of being a hero of justice. Every horrible thing that occurred to him, his mother being shot in front of him, the realization that his family is deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, the day his father began trying to groom him as an accomplice, the day he ran away, a fifteen year old street urchin with nothing but dreams of purity to bear him forward. It would be unfair to say that Ron Alfresco, the Escapist, had made a lot of tough decisions in his life. No, he made only one, and that one was the toughest. He dedicated himself to justice, the simplest motivation, overcoming every hardship with that singular goal in front of him.

And eventually he made it. He was a skilled detective, working alternately as a police investigator and a private investigator, slaving away day and night to bring crime to the bright eye of justice. When the time came to hunt down his own family, he was too far gone for regrets. He was a machine built for one purpose. It wouldn't be true to say that he felt no emotion, but he was a man accustomed to hardships, and shouldered through, even when he was forced to shoot his own two brothers, even when his father died in prison, even when his uncle pleaded on his knees with the name of Ron's mother, then spat it back out and told of her own vast involvement in their operations.

He had dedicated his life to justice, and in its name he lived. His one decision had been made, and he was quite happy to work for that great cause.

Then Zero Day came.

His seizure came in his office. Even in the throes of a horrid pain, Ron Alfresco was not a man to easily lose himself. He held onto consciousness, and from the snippets he could make out on the radio between his own shrieks, he understood the same happened to many other. Not a man to easily trust others, he hid it, and come evening, he learned the gist of the situation. He found the first of his powers quickly - it was the ability to speak to the dead. He was able to converse with all of the people he had avenged with his work, and all those he failed. Suddenly a hundred cases he deemed unsolvable fit together like a jigsaw. He saw the potential of this power at once, it was the perfect ability for a detective, no murder would go unpunished in Hyperion City!

Then they came for him.

Among the countless faces floating in front of him, there was one he could not ignore.

His own father. His father, whose very existence had plagued Ron his entire life, whom Ron eventually caught and put to justice. His brothers, his uncle, they all came, even his dear mother, the hidden mastermind. Neither hate nor disdain would be strong enough words for what they brought with them. It was far more than just that. He ran.

They came after him, so he ran harder.

And yet they kept coming, so he ran further, and faster.

And then he realized he could run like no one has ever ran before. His second gift was speed, and it was the only thing that could save him from the vengeful spirits of his family. He ran and hid, but he was a man of justice, and could not run and hide forever. He went back to his detective work, constantly on the run but supernaturally diligent, forever slaving away for justice, even when chased by the dead.

Powers: Mediumship and Super Speed.

Allies: Union

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Game Changer, The

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Backstory: Before Z Day, I was just a guy, looking for work and trying to buy cheap parts for my motorcycle, Lauren.

After Z Day, I'm the Game Changer. I hang around with a guy with resurrection and endurance. Together we go to disaster areas created by our fellow supers. He goes around rescuing folks and bringing them back to life, while I dart around with intangibility and give normals the ability to endure and resurrect for a short time, enough to escape the danger.

Our enemy is a rival rescuer who's seen too much and now causes disasters, then tries to rescue the people himself. If it weren't for the fact that he's extremely hostile, and he causes huge danger himself, we'd be great allies, especially with his powers of explosion and healing.

Powers: Power Bestowal and Intangibility.

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Gatekeeper, The

Player Name: Gatekeeper

Real Name: Rick Turner

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11

Weight: 165 lbs.

Hair: Blond and about five inches long

Eyes: Blue

Physical Description: Rick stands at about average height, a little thin, but toned from daily exercise. Blond hair is straight and fastened into a shoulder length ponytail and a short beard sit on his chin. He used to not care much about the way he looked, but ever since he became a super he has been very keen on looking sharp. Spending a little of his savings, he bought a nice grey suit and Stetson that he wears around, especially when playing a show.

Backstory: Rick was not a very vocal person. Though brimming with ideals, he never made anything of more than a passionate argument of his beliefs, convinced that none would hear him. Most of the time it seemed better to go along with the flow and fit in. While going with the flow Rick quickly found out that he had a talent for singing and philosophy. Always the ambitious one, Rick was eventually admitted at age 22 into the school he had always dreamed of going to ever since moving to Hyperion City, Sanderson University. He studied music theory and and philosophy

On Zero Day, he had been on the bus home when all the would, be supers collapsed. Fortunately still near his school that had a clinic, he was rushed along with several other patients. When they all awoke and the chaos of a War of the Supers began, some of the first to die were Rick's parents, who had come to the hospital as soon as they had heard that he had collapsed only to be struck down by an out of control Super. Despair and rage filled him as he let loose a bone-chilling cry that knocked his parent's killer unconscious. Startled at first by his new power, he quickly snapped out of it and rushed to his parent's side. While kneeling over their lifeless bodies, he found that he could feel that they could still be saved. Thinking at first that he might be able to heal them, he opened the door to the great beyond and pulled his parent's souls back the mortal forms.

He made his parents leave the city while they could, though they pleaded for him to come with. Zero Day had changed Rick. With many Supers abusing their powers, he felt that to go with the flow would mean the death of many more people. He refused his parent's and stayed in the city. Given the power to control the boundary between life and death, and the power to make himself heard, he preached to all Supers to use their powers to the benefit of the common man. He still goes to school at the University, and is very open about the fact that he is a Super with power over death. He also avidly continues his singing, and for a time he was singing in a theater in Boom Town, until he had a run-in with The Bianchi Undine and was thrown on her shit-list. Ever since, he spends a few nights a week singing for a club in Esnault Row called "Babe's and Jonny's Inn", though it is a little farther from where he lives in Newberg.

Powers: Vocalization and Resurrection.

Allies: Militia

Nemeses: The Bianchi Undine

Giver, The

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Backstory: They call him The Giver.

Before Zero Day, he was a simple pizza cook, living with his two best friends in downtown [REDACTED]. Recovering from the seizure much more quickly than other people, he, being the inexperienced and often cowardly person he was, ran to his apartment to hide out and watch the news to see what was happening. As the news rolled in he simply could not believe it. As far as he knew, he hadn't been affected. Days passed before he discovered his first power, that of rapid healing.

It was... An unpleasant discovery, to say the least. Walking back to his job after things had settled down a bit, The Giver was smashed by a flying armored car that had been tossed by a new Super bank robber. Sent flying through the air, his only thought was a sarcastic one. "Well. That could have hurt worse."

As he hit the wall, he lost consciousness, for a total of 2 minutes. He woke, surprised, and surprising the onlookers that had gathered around even more. The Giver tested his limbs to find them undamaged, save for his right hand which was in the process of regrowing.

If you have ever seen your own hand regrow, you would know quite quickly that The Giver was... phased by this, to say the least.

It was several weeks before The Giver discovered his other power, when helping an old woman cross the street. It seems that, were another super to be in a 25ft radius, The Giver could transfer powers over to another person quite easily.

The old woman immediately teleported across the street, and waved back to The Giver, smiling.

It wasn't long until The Giver decided that crime was getting out of hand in the town, and decided to start recruiting other hero-type Supers to help out the average citizens. He set up fliers around town looking to interview potential Super-Supers that he could become a sidekick for, seeing as how he had no real ways of defending himself besides being able to heal extraordinarily quickly.

"Yep. That's gonna be cool."

Powers: Self Healing and Power Bestowal.

Allies: Union

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Green Beret, The

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Troy Bolanski

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Backstory: Troy Bolanski is a Vietnam War veteran. Homeless at the time of Zero Day, he considers his gifts miracles from god.

Alignment: Vigilante Hero

Powers: Super Empathy and Animal Mimicry. Actively, his powers allow him to turn into a Vietnamese boar. However, he is also able to connect to those victimized by crime and wrongdoing with his super empathy, helping ease their minds.

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Hermes

Player Name: Typhon

Real Name: Chuck Scott

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 140 lbs

Hair: Brown shoulder length

Eyes: Brown

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Backstory: In prison for theft of a boat from the Fisherman's Wharf. Found out his second power by animating a sock (you know why), released by Typhon.

Powers: Super Agility and Animation.

Allies: Typhon

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Kid Kinetic

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Backstory: You know, as a kid, I used to dream of becoming a superhero. Saving lives, battling supervillains, fighting for truth, justice and the good will of your fellow man...

And being able to fly. Being able to go wherever you wanted in the blink of an eye.

I grew up in a perfectly normal household. Father, mother, little sister, a car and a little two-storey house right in scenic suburbia. Perfectly normal childhood. Perfectly normal elementary school. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

No wonder I got bored. Why I got into parkour and rock climbing. I liked the feeling of wind against my face as I leapt off a rail or made my way up the. I liked the excitement, the feeling that you were going somewhere.

Well, when Zero Day came, I got my wish. I could leap farther, climb faster and twist myself in ways no normal person could. I also found I could control energy, and with it I could control how far I could jump. Really, it's all a matter of changing, uh... lemme see... potential energy to kinetic, or something like that. Whatever. All I know is I could now double-jump.

And that was when I decided to go into superhero-ing. And I've never been happier.

Oh, right! You wanted to know my name!

Well... just call me Kid Kinetic.

Powers: Super Agility and Conversion of Energy.

Allies: Shining Man

Nemeses: The Rush, Trigger

"Knockout"

Player Name: moonee

Real Name: Jake Rhomm

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 170 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Dark blue

Physical Description: Medium build, in good shape.

Backstory: Before Zero Day, Jake had... pretty much nothing. No job, no home, no money, no family. It's been said that whenever someone wins, someone else has to lose. Jake would be an example of that person. He grew up with a somewhat normal life, spending his time at school, online playing games, or learning martial arts. Even before Zero Day, everyday life was pretty dangerous. Through a number of unfortunate events which he refuses to discuss, he lost his home and family around age 18, and spent his time up until Zero Day sleeping on the streets, fending for himself. If there's one thing he's learned from this, it's that the world is a cold, cruel, unforgiving place. With the discovery of his powers, he's ready for a new beginning, and some payback... and he has no one to blame for his suffering than Hyperion City.

Powers: Conversion of energy into other forms of energy, intangibility. Known for throwing literally "explosive" punches, and walking away unharmed.

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Manager, The

Player Name: DrJackSci

Real Name: Eric Jentz

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 135 lbs

Hair: Brown crew cut

Eyes: Brown

Physical Description: A short, plain man. Completely unremarkable. Wears a suit, never a good one.

Backstory: Prior to zero day, Eric was a manager for everything. He worked with bands, actors, professional athletes- But all of them seemed cursed to make bad life decisions, dooming Eric to a career of failure. Zero day changed all that. Now, every hero knows that if you're trying to get onto a team, or a licensing deal, Jentz is your man. It's not a particularly difficult job, but it doesn't hurt that Eric can sense the powers of people near him, and as he puts it, "Has thick skin".

Powers: Sense (Powers), Invulnerable (skin).

Allies: Any Super who's willing to make a deal

Nemeses: Lawyers

Militia

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Richard "Dick" Zounds

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Backstory: Hyperion city's gone to hell ever since Zero Day, crimes up, vigilantes are all over the place, the common man just can't do anything. I just want to help, but how, I mean sure I started shaking like the rest of them, but I'm not shooting lazers, or cloning myself, almost literally everybody around me is getting all these cool things though. I can't even do anything on my own...

Well I guess I could join the police, I mean they need help with all this crazy stuff happening.

Okay, well lady luck must just hate my guts or something because now people I know who didn't even shake up on day Zero are getting cool powers too, I mean I'll give one of my buds a high-five and then all of a sudden he'll be able run super fast, or read minds.

The boys upstairs are getting curious now, they've seen a lot of super-shit going on when they have me on those stupid bikes, and I get some little tests done, turns out I've been making other people super, ain't that grand? The whole world'll get to be high and mighty and all I get to do is say "Yeah, that was totally me... What!?! It was me! I swear!"

They put me in a special "force" that they've assembled, they call em' the "Militia". It's a bunch of G.I. Joes from who knows where who are hired to babysit me and they get to do ALL the action, wonderful, at least I got to give one of them a high-five in the little commercial they put out for us.

Powers: Power Bestowal and Power Augmentation.

Allies: The Gatekeeper, "Priestess"

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"Mimi"

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Backstory: Fuck the backstory or being a villain or hero I am the nameless one that came out of obscurity. I have no given name I never mention a name and no one can trace me because I was a homeless hobo before my powers. I aim to create an all powerful super that has all the powers and variations of powers. no hero or villain shall stand in my way.

no allies

no nemesis

just the quest for ultimate power

Powers: Power Bestowal and Combination. "Mimi" uses her powers to give others powers of other nearby supers, then to merge with them to use those powers.

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Nemeses: Trigger

Necromancer, The

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Alex Rand

Age: 18-24

Gender: Male

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 170 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

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Backstory: From humble origins in the Rusty Towers area of the city, Alex Rand worked day and night to keep his bed-ridden mother and young siblings cared for. Walking home when Zero Day occurred, Alex was wracked with a powerful seizure in an alleyway! Coming to, he rushed home, but to his surprise found a small legion of coins and assorted trash hopping or rolling right behind him! Ordering them back to their inanimate state, he hurried home. It did not take long for him to discover his other power, and to be disappointed that it did not work for himself.

Soon, however, the use for these powers became clear. He would support his family however possible. Even if it meant robbing banks with living statues to do so. Throwing on a black robe and a black, face concealing mask. He has taken to the streets with a force of animated beings composed of dog zombies, furniture, and some statues.

Despite his grim appearance, and willingness to exploit the dead for his next paycheck, The Necromancer recoils at the idea of killing another human being, preferring to have them beaten to within an inch of their life, then restored to a stabilized state with a touch. He bases himself in the Industrial District, and appears to be starting to take to animating old machinery.

Powers: Healing Others and Animation.

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Negator

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Backstory: James Wood was a laid off professor. He'd just been fired. There was no going back. Zero day hit. He awoke with the power to get revenge on the filth that had ruined his career. James Wood became the Negator. He began to clean the filth from the city. Those who tried to run and ruin the lives of those below them. The criminals on the street. The filth was everywhere. The filth needs cleaned up, and he's the one to do it.

Who volunteers to help James clean up the filth? Anyone who doesn't is part of the filth.

Powers: Manipulation of Darkness/Shadows and Mental Projection.

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Nemeses: Statuary

Novinen

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Real Name: Yoleen

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Backstory: The day, my name is Yoleen, a simple woman that lived in an apartment in the greatest tower in the town. My life is dull, working as a secretary for a multinational company. No true friends, but I am still alive...

The night, the spiritual world appears to me since the accident... and somehow I ended to live in what is, in there, the imperial palace, a place where spirits inhabiting their world would meet their ruler... and they took my apparition to them as a deific manifestation. For them, I am the reincarnation of the Goddess Novinen of the Five peak, and the spirit emperor gave me a little army able to appear in the real world at night. Needless to say, my life became a tad more strange since then...

Powers: Summoning and Mediumship.

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Outsider, The

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Backstory: I never really did anything with my life, I had a job in a cubicle, no real friends, no real connections. Hell, when the seizures hit nobody even came and checked on the commotion coming from my cubicle.

Kinda fitting i got these powers. I decided i'd use them, but not for good or evil or anyone but myself. they allow me to be anywhere, see anything, and never be noted. I can't be caught, i'm the escape artist. One minute i'm here, the next i'm not. But have I really left? I've started to collect....things, desires, I live my life as I want to live it. no place is secure for my whims take me wherever I want. Yet I still need to improve. With my powers the person I was will vanish completely, my existence will become speculation and I will escape human society, becoming a true outsider. taking without partaking. living without giving.

I'll be the Outsider.

Powers: Teleportation and Invisibility.

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"Priestess"

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Backstory: A thin androgynous young girl who has never been one one to speak very much but if you did speak to her you would see how distant from reality she is. The discovery that she has been granted super powers only provides more distance from he and the real world bolstered by the fact she may speak about herself as somewhat of a holy being but still one whom is fragile and needs to be protected.

Powers: Super Longevity and Power Bestowal.

Allies: Militia

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"Princess"

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Ariana Mallory

Age: 9

Gender: Female

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Eyes: Grey

Physical Description: A young girl of nine, quite short and petite, pale skin, wavy black hair and gray eyes. Partial to knee-length dresses, elegant-gothic styled accessories, full black stockings, wearing socks over stockings and round toed mary jane slip-ons.

Backstory: Before Zero Day the character was: The same only more boring obsessing over games, graphic novels, film, anime, series, scifi, fantasy, slice of life, lonely, not very social, etc.

After: A young girl of nine, quite short and petite, pale skin, wavy black hair and gray eyes. Partial to knee-length dresses, elegant-gothic styled accessories, full black stockings, wearing socks over stockings and round toed mary jane slip-ons.

I used a baby name generator and got: Ariana Mallory

I will become: A healer, I will raise the good people I find from the dead to once again spread their good deeds upon the earth! I will use my heightened senses to help people out in what little ways I can.

Powers: Resurrection and Super Physical Senses.

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Puppeteer, The

Player Name: Puppeteer

Real Name: Edmund Leach

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 168 lbs or 76 kgs

Hair: Black

Eyes: A very dull blue, almost grey.

Physical Description: Edmund is a man of slim build, with shoulders that aren't set very wide and a chest that isn't very much like a barrel, he is far from the pinnacle of physical fitness. Though he may not be the strongest, he isn't helpless. His hair comes down to his neckline but is usually slicked back. He usually dons a suit when meeting with allies or in events of importance which consist of a black suit coat, white button-up shirt, a dark red tie, black dress pants and dress shoes, no matter how tattered they are. Though in normal situations or combat he dons a tattered, patched-up long coat over an ordinary white t-shirt, dark grey cargo pants, a pair of leather work gloves and a pair of heavy duty work boots.

Backstory: Before Zero Day I was a wreck, my business was falling through, my employees were criticising my decisions and my fiancee left me because I couldn't put food on the table, it was all so much that I caved in. I just couldn't stand the pressure and I crumbled beneath it, I started drinking, smoking and injecting whatever I could get my hands on just to help me forget about my failure.

But then Zero Day came.

I woke up on the floor of my now spartan home, the repo guys had already taken most of my furniture and possessions, leaving me with a bare house, all to myself. Not even a candle, to hold to my now financially-destitute name.

I slammed my hand on the hardwood floor, or tried to at least, and jumped when my hand met no resistance and a sickening series of cracks sounded out below me. I looked down to discover that the boards that made up my floor had parted to make way for my fist.

The wood splintered and twisted as I watched in awe, taking on a vaguely human shape and offering a helping hand to me. Refusing to take it, but appreciating the offer, I knew what had to be done. If I couldn't prove I had a good business sense, I would just have to take what I want. This city will bend to my will, whether it wants to or not.

I am the Puppeteer.

Powers: Teleportation, Manipulation (Physical - Solids) and Animation. The Puppeteer uses his powers to animate various objects such as household appliances and to create golems of various sizes and materials (though usually of wood) to do his bidding for him.

Allies: Blackout, Trigger

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Pygmalion

Player Name: Stuporhero

Real Name: Jason Schmidt

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Height: 4'9"

Weight: 183 lb

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Physical Description: Short and stocky, (Some would almost go as far as to call him dwarfish) potbelly, hair's a bit thin on top, usually has a 5 o'clock shadow.

Backstory: Just another day in paradise. Get up, take the bus, go to the factory, come, drink himself stupid before getting up and doing it again. No family to break up the monotony, his only friends the others helping him keep the corner bar in business. Then it happened. As he was showering one morning, he collapsed. He knew he'd fallen on top of the drain and that the shower bottom would fill up with water. 6 inches could kill a man, or so he'd heard. It didn't matter, nothing really did.....

But then he awoke, he spat up the little water he'd breathed in while he been out. The shower partition opened for him it's own accord. He barely noticed, from shock then anything. It got really messed up when the partitions bowed at their waist like butlers.. Jason Goldsmith could only scream in terror as the towel rack ripped free from the wall to hand him his towel.

In the proceeding month, he has spent a lot of time at the library, using the public internet there to figure out what to do. He saw all kinds of people with fancy names running around, and after flipping through a book on Greek Stuff, decided Pygmalion was as good a name as any. True to the myth, his preferred minions are statues in the shape of lovely women.

He's quit the factory as well, deciding there are faster, easier ways to earn cash. With his new found abilities and funds, he's been delving in art and sculpting. Who knows what kind of future he'll carve for himself here in the city....?

Powers: Animation and Super Endurance.

Allies: Currently in the employ of the various cartels and mob families/groups.

Nemeses: None as of yet, but in low profile when dealing with "do-gooders".

Red X, The

Player Name: misterhumble

Real Name: Jeffry

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Physical Description: Black ski mask with a red X on the front with a black trench coat and gloves.

Backstory: Jeffry had always been a reclusive man. He rarely left his apartment and made most of his money through buying and selling things on the internet. He was a very skinny man, with greasy hair and a scraggly almost-beard.

When Zero Day happened, he was as he always is: alone. He believes this may have augmented his abilities, as he soon found that he could simply ignore the abilities of those in a fairly large radius. By believing that no one had powers, those around him simply stopped having their powers. His teleportation served to make him an excellent robber, teleporting in and out of stores and stealing all of the money he could.

Now, he wears a black ski-mask with a solid red X across the front, along with a buttoned black trenchcoat and gloves, so as not to leave any clue as to who he really is... Not that anybody knew he existed in the first place.

Powers: Power Negation and Teleportation. He uses his teleportation powers to perform crime, and his power negation to remove the threat of nearby supers.

Allies: Blackout

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"Replay"

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Eric Aaron Kommer

Age: 27

Gender: Male

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Eyes: Brown

Physical Description: Brown crew-cut, short full beard sans mustache, brown eyes, Caucasian, bored expression, prescription glasses.

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Someday. A word I say too much as it is. Someday I'll get a promotion, and actually have some money that I can do things with... Someday I'll get a real place, and not have to live in this dump with noisy neighbors and leaky pipes... Someday I'll stop smoking, get healthy, start working out, eat right maybe... Someday I'll do something with my life that isn't living for the weekends.

Always someday, not today, tomorrow maybe, some other time, not now, too tired. Same thoughts start drifting through my head that I'm beginning to wonder if soon my mind will follow my body in going through a routine. The air up here always helps though, to clear the head. The rooftop of the apartment building is always nice and quiet, with none of the bustle, none of the rush. My dull eyes watched the ash from my cigarette fall into the alleyway below, me leaning further over the side than I probably should but I was too gone to notice. Until I started seizing up, that is.

First came the panic, my eyes went wide as my body didn't respond, as it twitched violently. Then came the fear, as I went pitching over the side, feeling gravity take effect. Then nothing, blackness as I went out the moment I started falling.

When I came too, I felt pain. Two sources of pain, to be honest. Not exactly what I was expecting, due to me just having fallen off of a five story building into an alleyway, but I felt pain. One was on my face, burning and filling my nostrils with smoke, the other a faint pain, much too small for what I had just been through. I realized two things. One, the cigarette was burning my face ow, fuck, and after flicking it off that I was laying on a bent, empty metal can. Then I realized another two things. One, no way I should of survived that fall, and the can beneath me is no where near bent enough to have been crushed by me, and two, that burn is probably going to leave a nasty scar.

Grasping the can, tuna from what I can see, in my shaky hand, I looked it over trying to figure out what had happened. This wasn't right, I should be dead, and in the newspaper's obituary if I was lucky. I focused on the can, frustrated and confused. Then I saw something. It was as if I was watching something through the corners of my eyes, blurry. A man falling off of a roof, twitching as he fell down and landing on the can. There was no thud, no thump, no blood, nothing. It was like there was no impact. I can see now that this was me. I let go of the can, it giving a small clatter as it hit the pavement, even more confused than I was before. Before I could think it over though, as if announced by the clatter an alley cat darted from the nearby dumpsters to pounce on the can, seeking treasured foot from within. Finding nothing, it meow-ed at me expectantly as if I had deceived it and it was expecting reparation. Waving it away, it batted at my hand in what I can only assume is vengeance. I "saw" again, this time unbidden, and after the end unwanted. Watching a cat eat the insides of a rat during the morning is not something I especially wanted to see right now.

I got up quickly in disgust, shooing the cat away with my hands but being careful not to touch it this time. I then kicked the can at the wall, walking out of the alleyway to try and grasp what in the fuck was happening.Then, for the last time, I realized two more things. One, watching the can settle I remembered that that was where it was when I "saw" the cat, and two... As the pieces finally fell into place, as the old, cobwebbed gears in my head finally started turning again, I realized that today, someday has finally came. The only question on my mind now though, was what do I do now...

Powers: Energy Absorption and Psychometry.

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Rush, The

Player Name: JSCervini

Real Name: Unknown

Age: Middle to late 30s

Gender: Male

Height: 5'8" (172.7 cm)

Weight: 140 lbs (63.5 kg)

Hair: None

Eyes: Black

Physical Description: A tall, lanky, yellow-glowing man with trails of energy flowing from the back of his head, shoulders, hands, and feet. Eyes and mouth are black, trailing and fading back into the mass of energy.

Backstory: Everything happened in a flash. I black out, but not before a moment of bliss racks through my mind. The best damn feeling I ever had, at lease before the two or three minutes I lost of my life and can't get back. I then wake up, my soy latte all over my pants, my hair all out of place, and a whole bunch of people looking at me funny. Fantastic way to start the day. And what was it they were looking at about me?

I reached up for a chair, and my hand went through it... more like it melted the metal arm rest on it. I looked at my glowing hand, watching it flicker a bit like static on a television. I make it to my feel, suddenly feeling quite possibly the biggest rush of my life, as if I downed the whole damned coffee house's worth of espresso in one gulp! I was feeling ecstatic, like I could take on the world.

So I went out to do just that. Fuck the nine-to-five. Hyperion City will belong to The Rush, unless someone can catch up with me. Then I'll share it with 'em...

Powers: Energy Form and Super Speed. The Rush has the ability to assume the form of energy, which serves as his costume in public. This form, combined with his already super speed, can make him seem like nothing but a blur.

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Nemeses: Kid Kinetic

Scarlet Rose, The

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Backstory: A College drop out actress, Rose worked at a diner during Zero Day. She used her empathy to get better tips, until she discovered her Hyper-Adaptive powers when the store was robbed and she was shot and not wounded.

Alignment: Sidekick Hero

Powers: Adaptation and Super Empathy. The Scarlet Rose, despite her grandiose name, just tries to stay out of trouble with her powers.

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"Seer"

Player Name: Clever

Real Name: Robert Charleson

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0

Weight: 145 lbs

Hair: Brown messy hair.

Eyes: Brown

Physical Description: Robert is somewhat tall for a man his age, yet very slim and somewhat fragile looking. He often wears just jeans and a dark green jacket, with a t-shirt underneath.

Backstory: I was just your average college student before it all happened. I was working towards a degree in philosophy out of all things, looking back that was a stupid thing to study for, considering all the money my family spent on a bullshit degree like that.

Anyways, it was really odd. One morning I was just studying, reading some books for an upcoming test. Then bam, I black out. I wake up about four hours later, completely fine. What was even weirder, is that I woke up with what I assume was three identical versions of myself sitting right next to me. They chatted with me for a bit, and I found out that they were pretty much future versions of myself. They didn't really tell me much besides me just having some fancy time related powers, didn't tell me much else due to them not wanting to "disrupt the time line".

So essentially I can call forth my future and past selves at will, and it really freaked me out. Turns out that I can only really call in future and past versions of myself that aren't that far into the future or past, anytime I try to summon myself from the far future or past I pass out for a few hours. I also found out that I had another power granted to me by this strange seizure. I found out about it when I was walking down the street one day, and I was about to cross the street. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and nearly doubled over feeling sick, and bam not less than a minute later a major car crash happens right on that street.

I'm still trying to adjust to these powers, not sure what the hell I'm going to do with them. I don't want to "Suit Up" like some of those idiots are doing now around the city, and I definitely don't want to go on some evil rampage. For now I'll just sit tight in my small house near the University, trying not to fuck up the timeline.

Powers: Duplication (Temporal), Precognition (Danger Sense)

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Shell Game

Player Name: JSCervini

Real Name: Unknown

Age: Mid to late 40s

Gender: Male

Height: 5'9" (175.3 cm)

Weight: 160 lbs (72.6 kg)

Hair: Brown with grey locks

Eyes: Light brown

Physical Description: Moderate height and lanky. Weary and wrinkled face that makes him look older than he is. Hair parted in the middle and tied back in a loose shoulder-length ponytail. Wears a dark blue business suit with a grey tie.

Backstory: I'm always one step ahead of the competition.

I had to be, growing up on the mean streets of Hyperion City. Had to make sure the cops didn't bust me when I was selling drugs. Had to make sure rivals didn't shoot me dead while I was running the show. Quick thinking gets you far in this city, more than money ever could - though that's nice as well. Even when something like the Zero Day threatened to change how the world works, it's still a swift mind that trumps everything else. Super strength? Fire breath? Quick healing? If I'm one step ahead, then you won't have a chance to use your powers.

And if you let me get into your mind, get a good feel of who you are... then I can turn the tables like... *snap*... that. That gun you're holding? Mine now. Your high ground? Mine now. That knife aimed for my back? Now it's in yours.

Oh, my name? I ain't giving you my real name, but you can call me the Shell Game.

Powers: Teleportation and Mental Projection. Shell Game uses his powers to swap bodies with those who threaten him. Using his mental projection, he can try to overtake the target's mind and then use his teleportation powers to switch the two's positions, though their belongings would remain in place. In other words, if an assailant has a gun pointed at Shell Game, and he uses his powers, Shell Game would then be holding the gun pointed at the assailant.

Allies: Background

Nemeses: Union

Shining Man

Player Name: JSCervini

Real Name: Brandon Wells

Age: Late 20s

Gender: Male

Height: 6'1" (185.4 cm)

Weight: 200 lbs (90.7 kg)

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Physical Description: Tall and toned. Looks very young. Has a shimmering aura around him at all times. Sometimes the body flickers to a degree of transparency. Wears a orange suit with a white sunburst insignia on his chest, with a diagonal stripe from the left shoulder to the right hip, white cuffed gloves and boots.

Backstory: The mighty city of Hyperion, known for its wealth, its size, its decadence, its vitality. But for many of the city's disabled, disadvantaged, and abused, the city is hell, a prison with no escape. So was the case of Brandon Wells. A quadriplegic after a childhood accident, Brandon has been living in a motorized wheelchair and on-board life support ever since.

But while the Zero Day is widely known as a day of trepidation, the beginning of the long march towards war, it became a day of liberation to some. Brandon Wells was one of the liberated.

His body will forever be consigned to the wheelchair, but his mind is free to go where it wishes now. A glorious shimmer of light streaks through the night sky these days, the Shining Man swooping in from the skies to right the wrongs of the City and to show the Hyperionites that the Zero Day holds hope instead of fear.

Powers: Flight and Astral Projection. While Brandon is always stuck to the wheelchair, his astral projection powers allows his soul to leave his body, willpower strong enough to affect physical things. However, this leaves Brandon's body extremely vulnerable. Shining Man also uses flying as his primary mode of transportation.

Allies: Kid Kinetic

Nemeses: Background

"Solution, The"

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: David Thorn (assumed name)

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Backstory: Is the superintendent at a hotel, likely somewhere in the newer parts of the city. His lackey does most of the work, and "He's so lazy, he sleeps all night & day!" is the running alibi. His assistant attendant also gets some good pay to not ask a lot of questions, or complain.

He has always been exposed to corruption, from all sides. Deals made to him, with him, by him, for him; and he was always the yesman. Well, no more. One too many people have gotten hurt, and he's tired of others choosing the direction his life takes.

The final straw was the death of his old friend Jason Marrows, died of 'natural causes.' Which is bullshit. David (David Thorn is his assumed name) suspects that the a/the police/officer may have been working with/for the organization responsible for Jason's debt, and subsequent death. He fears the rivers may run deep into the city's pd. He's not a cop hater, but he knows nobody is immune form the taint of power.

Powers: Matter Absorption and Matter Conversion (?).

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Nemeses: Typhon

Songbird

Player Name: Stuporhero

Real Name: Madison Ramirez

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Height: 5'0

Weight: 106 lbs

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Green

Physical Description: Shoulder length hair, fair skin, trim figure.

Backstory: It was just another day, just staring the computer screen, headset strapped to her head as she mouthed platitudes to the masses. And then, dark. She sat bolt upright, everyone in the office staring at her. When she opened her mouth to speak, a deafening screech issued from her lips. With the entire office writhing in pain, she ran, only to find as she escaped she was walking on air. She zipped home, and has been hiding out there since, trying to get a handle on what's become of her and her voice, not to mention what's happened to Hyperion. She's been watching the news. She's confused, unsure whether she's been given a gift to help people, or take what she wants from life. All she needs a little push one way or the other, to take the Songbird out of her cage...

Powers: Flight, Superhuman Vocal Cords

Allies: Whisper

Nemeses: None yet

Statuary

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Samantha

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Backstory: Before Zero Day, Samantha was a slight social outcast. Shy, Low Self Esteem and Introverted. As she grew outside of the social groups she couldn't help but to come to realised she lacked the ability to empathise with or understand others. They seemed as alien to her as she would to them. This was sadly true with even her friend.

Amanda, her closest (only) friend, moved recently to Hyperion City pursuing a job opportunity and Samantha, faced with losing her only friend, opted to move with her as her room-mate.

She took up a business course at a community collage and a part-time job at a book store to whittle away the days, weeks, months, moving through them with an almost zombie-esque motion as Amanda seemingly became more distant all the time. More a stranger then ever.

Then Zero Day happened.

Luckily she was home at the time, one of her few free days. Amanda found her, thrashing about across the floor. She was told an Ambulance may be slow, as it was happening across the city. As she could do was move anything that might hurt Samantha and watch her to ensure she doesn't injure herself.

When it came to a finish, she seemed fine for a short time. Even the bruises she sustained had already faded. But Samantha was, Distracted. The Paramedics arrived more than half an hour later and checked her over. She was physically fine from the seizure but by now she a head-ache, complaining about to much noise.

Samantha didn't got to hospital that night, Amanda chose to just monitor her and see if she wasn't any better by the morning. The Paramedics left.

Didn't that statuette always look to the left?

The following days were problematic.

Samantha had always sought silence, yet now she could always hear voices, constantly talking. Like someone born deaf suddenly getting an ear. Finding the limits of it was time consuming, it only worked to about thirty meters or so and she started to find how to tune it out, that she could also speak to others by simply directing her thoughts .

Amanda was another problem. She didn't know how she should feel about her quiet and ever increasingly distant friend being able to hear her every passing thought. She started to sing mindlessly in her head when she could to white noise it all out. At least Samantha would only respond to spoken words. Trying to pretend she wasn't an ever present voyeur.

The Statuette didn't have its arm raised like that. Did it?

Samantha is not allied to either heroics or villainy but in the city she has already looked to one other as a friend and one who she feels will be a nemesis.

However Amanda is, at this point, the only one she cares about enough.

Powers: Adaptation, Telepathy, and Animation

Allies: Ebony

Nemeses: Negator

"Straight A"

Player Name: misterhumble

Real Name: Brent Hartman

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Backstory: Brent Hartman lead a slightly above normal high school life. He was Quarterback of the football team, he ran the AV club in his spare time, and most important of all he was a straight A student.

Until Z day.

Working in the school chem lab with no supervision, Brent succumbed to his seizure with mild acids in hand. The resulting burns have forever scarred his upper body, leaving it in a horribly deformed state. He would have died, had his body not naturally absorbed the acid before it could do too much damage.

Crawling around, momentarily blinded, another student found the poor boy bunched over, in pain... On the ceiling!

Brent, with training, eventually learned to control his absorption powers, getting so skilled with it he could immediately absorb most thrown items, and even eject matter if done in a time proportionate to it's weight (the bigger the item, the less time he has). Objects moving too quickly still seem to be a problem.

He now spends his time as a masked street hero, stopping other Lesser Supers committing petty crimes as best as he can.

Powers: Matter Absorption and Adhesion to Surfaces.

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Swarm

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Allen

Age: 15

Gender: Male

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Backstory: Originally a scared kid in a big city, as soon as Allen found out he had powers, he started becoming more reckless and more thrill seeking. Sure it hurt, but he wasn't afraid of death anymore. It lead to him racing himself, being confident in every aspect of his life, and general happiness. After all, there's no reason to be afraid of a gang if you can always turn yourself into a bigger one...

Unfortunate and awkward personality traits: tends to hiss at people he dislikes/as a threat, and has an awkward chittery laugh.

Powers: Physical Duplication and Self Healing. Cannot heal the brain, but can cast off clone that was brain damaged. Cannot create more than 50 clones, who act as regular human beings unless they meld together again. Only one of the consciousnesses of the clones is kept when melding together, the other's memory doesn't exist.

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Trespasser

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Unknown

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Backstory: Trespasser was a born thief. He stole his first piece of candy when he was 8th and it tasted sweeter then anything before. In his youth he ran track, and did gymnastics. making him a good athlete. When he went into the working world he decided he didn't like his job so he quit. not before stealing as much as he could. He made a living of robbing peoples houses, outrunning the cops.

Then came day z, and it came at the worst possible time. The first ever bank robbery he went down, seizing, and his mates left him. He woke up in a cell his head pounding, every sound a painful tolling bell, every smell so strong it made him sick.

It took him a while to understand that this was permanent. everything was brighter more clearer, more textured even in this cell. When he desired to leave that cell he found himself in a hallway. Trespasser found use for these powers fast. his enhanced senses told him where it was safe to go, catching q's like light and sound better then any normal man and soon he was free.

Now he robs banks, businesses, anything. He can hear the locks click on a safe without any equipment, he can feel the wear on a security pad from a repeated code. A little miners trick allows him to judge the distance of a safe wall, allowing him to safely teleport inside.

He will become the greatest thief the city has ever seen. He doesn't need anyone else anymore.

Basically the trespasser is a minor villain who is annoyingly hard to catch.

Powers: Teleportation and Super Physical Senses.

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Trigger

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Unknown

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Backstory: His name is Trigger. It doesn't matter who he was before. Who he was before was a bitch.

Now he's out to change the world. Make it his world. Fall in line or get out the way.

Powers: Temporal Manipulation (Time Travel) and Technological Projection.

Allies: Blackout, The Puppeteer

Nemeses: Kid Kinetic, "Mimi"

Typhon

Player Name: Typhon

Real Name: Ty Asikis

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 120 lbs

Hair: Black, short

Eyes: Green

Physical Description: A tan gymnast of Greek descent. Trim frame ,buzz cut.

Backstory: A hit man for for the mob "New Rome". Trained in multiple martial arts and parkour. Was training when Zero-day hit. When he came too, he learned of the fire inside him which ignited his hands. He was able to extinguish the fire with out lighting anything on fire. After a week, he learned of his second power. He was handling his anaconda when his hands became scaley and his canine teeth elongated. He has learned to control both of his powers. Ty took on his name since he learned to use his special skill set as a way to become the perfect hitman. Typhon is able to revert to his human form at will and has been seen only in his reptilian form as to hide from bounty hunters and to use the poisons that he has stored in his fangs. Typhon is a skilled fighter in all forms and is always to be considered armed and dangerous.

Powers: Animal Mimicry, Fire Manipulation

Allies: New Rome mob

Nemeses: "The Solution"

Union

Player Name: Icarael

Real Name: Warren Stone

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Backstory: Warren Stone was an average construction worker at the time of the Zero Day, working for a rather shady company. He'd recently become leader of the workers' union, and ever since he'd led his fellow workers on several strikes to demand fairer treatment and pay. The company didn't like this, and used their connections to the Mafia to get him "accidentally" buried under several tons of concrete.

Too bad they chose to do it on Zero Day, right when Warren's powers activated.

Immediately, he managed to absorb the concrete, giving himself a massive stone body. Stunned, he stumbled around and accidentally assimilated the Mafia patsy who tried to kill him. Immediately, he knew the company and the Mafia wanted them all dead, and after three days he gathered the union and told them what was going on, offering them a chance to fight back.

Since then, they've been going around the town, fighting the Mafia as The Union, in the hopes of saving themselves and protecting their families and way of life.

Powers: Matter Absorption and Combination. Union uses his powers to absorb matter and become a form related to it via combination.

Allies: The Escapist, The Giver

Nemeses: Shell Game

Vitamin X

Player Name: JSCervini

Real Name: Unknown

Age: Early 30s

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 170 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Physical Description: Tall and lanky black male. Hair cropped close to head. Wears a blue mask in the shape of an X that wraps around his head. Wears a blue suit with a low collar around the collarbone area. Insignia is the outline of a capsule on his chest with a black X behind it that wraps around his shoulders and hips, to meet on the back. Wears black short boots and gloves.

Backstory: I've never been... the best at everything, but I've always done my best. Everyone else would take the credit for group projects back in school, but that was fine with me. I knew that I was helping them get the good grades. This would be good for me in the workplace too, really making my team work together better than before. Things were going pretty well - a modest salary, but it was enough to live on.

But then came the Zero Day.

I ended up being laid off from my job because of a couple punks fighting in the air. One of them blasted the building where I worked, lost my office plain and simple. Didn't help that I had some terrible headaches afterwards too. Remember when everyone fell down and got back up again before they got their powers? Well... I was a bit late on that end too. Ended up having a seizure a week after the Zero Day, and I didn't even know if I had anything special.

Well, walking down 10th Street, I ended up bumping into a surly looking homeless man. Literally... *into*. I just... merged with him, I guess. But suddenly I... no, wait... *we* felt like we could take on the world! We felt stronger than we ever did before, at least individually. It took me a while, but I eventually found my way out of the other guy, who was freaked out from the whole thing.

Can't blame him. It's not everyday that you run into Vitamin X.

Oooh! I like that name! I might stick with it...

Powers: Endurance and Combination. Vitamin X is able to merge with others and increase their durability greatly when merged with them. Though this power is only marginal with normal people, it seems to magnify the endurance of supers much more so.

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Warper, The

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Unknown

Age: 19

Gender: F

Height: 5'9

Weight: 135lb

Hair: Auburn

Eyes: Dark Brown

Physical Description: Running around as the Warper in a waitress outfit. Has straight hair, and bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. On the skinnier side, much her chagrin.

Backstory: A struggling student working her way through college before Zero Day. Even after Zero Day wasn't aware of her powers until she almost was hit with street water by a speeding car and shifted air pressure creating a bubble around herself. A moment later she blacked out. Ever since then she has kept her powers a secret, scared that her family and friends might distance themselves from her due to the nature of her power and that she might overexert herself. Until one day where the dinner she works is taken and made into a hostage situation. Upset, scared, and nervous, she uses her powers to take control of the situation. Warping light to obscure her face, she dons on her waitress uniform whenever she must use her powers.

Powers: Manipulation (Reality - Laws of Nature)

Allies: None (Neutral)

Nemeses: None (Neutral)

Whisper

Player Name: misterhumble

Real Name: Helena Garfield

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Height: 4'10"

Weight: 90 lbs.

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Green

Physical Description: A petite girl with the frame of a gymnast.

Backstory: Helena Garfield lost more than most people did when Zero Day occurred. As people around her began to wake, Helena's mind was assaulted with many more points of view than it could handle. The shock caused the girl to slip into a coma from which she has yet to awake. Helena's consciousness still resides in her body when not extended to others, though as you could imagine the perspective of a coma patient is not an exciting one.

Helena uses her powers now both to experience new sensations such as flight and other super powers, as well as to help fight crime by ratting out villains to Supers that she feels can handle them.

Will one day come to guide a great many Heroes, if she doesn't succumb to Evil first.

Powers: Extended Mental Projection: Able to Occupy and Speak with multiple persons, though if she wishes to speak to multiple people at a time it must be to all those connected to her. Can not overtly influence actions. Can be easily dispelled through repetitiveness i.e. recounting codes or mantras.

Allies: Songbird

Nemeses: Blackout

Wolf of Time, The

Player Name: TheOverlordi

Real Name: Anthonius Ravenloft

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Height: 5,97 foot

Weight: 178,52 lbs.

Hair: Long brown hair

Eyes: Dark Green and a bit brutish

Physical Description: Have a little brown beard and wears a black suit with a topper. He had a walking stab an a muzzleloader pistol.

Backstory: As the curator of the museum of Living History he is a man that spokes some old speaks. Now he fought not for the law but he is lawful neutral.

Powers: Manipulation (Reality; Laws of the Nature) Shapeshifting Beastform

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Zeus

Player Name: Typhon

Real Name: James Bidwell

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 135 lbs

Hair: Blonde jaw-length

Eyes: White

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Backstory: A gambler, in debt, couldn't pay it off. Imprisoned when he tried to use his powers to kill his debtors. Released by Typhon.

Powers: Weather Manipulation and Power Sensing.

Allies: Typhon

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El Tiempo Assistence, Protector of Time and Space

Player Name: Unknown

Real Name: Travis

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 280

Hair: Dark blonde.

Eyes: Blue

Physical Description: Standing at an astoundingly short height for an average male and being overweight, where most of the fat seems to be transported to his gut area. He wears his hair very short, and has a bit of a receding hairline going on. How ever, he does have a pretty awesome and long beard that is blondish in color. He tends to let the beard just hang all out there. He wears glasses, tends to wear a shirt one size too small, jeans, and red Adidas.

Backstory: prior to the events of Zero Day Travis never really did much with his life; he became a college drop out and quickly found a job working in tech support, and never much moved beyond that. Sure, he had dreams of doing something better with his life at one point in time, but what ever motivation he once had slowly was sucked out of him. So he spent most of his life just going to work and browsing the internet. He tried not to think much about his future, or his past for that matter either, and decided to just kind of float through life to see what would happen.

Travis didn't actually realize he had any powers, or that the Zero Day event had actually occurred up until a month or so after the fact. Working midnights he kind of fell asleep during the whole thing, and wielding his powers haphazardly he ended up using them while deep asleep. He was instantly transported 24 hours back prior to the events, and woke up thinking every thing was perfectly normal. Eventually he came to the realization SOMETHING was up, but he figured he was simply in a groundhog day loop! Every day he would wake up, and try to break what was the time loop, but to no avail, for what ever reason it would seem every time he fell asleep he would be transported back to the prior days events. He eventually did break the loop by testing out a "No sleep theory to break this god damn groundhog day scenario!". Even than, he still didn't know he had powers until he ended up haphazardly using them again.

Since than he's decided to dub him self EL TIEMPO ASSISTENTE, PROTECTOR OF TIME AND SPACE. He has taken up the mantle to ensure that both are properly protected, and none may interrupt the ebbs and flows of time. Often he'll show up in random locations, giving cryptic messages (which generally don't serve a purpose) or he'll just watch events unfold. Rarely does he involve him self in a fight unless he feels time is threatened, but he tries to avoid physical violence as much as possible, preferring carefully laid out plans.

He likes to have a good time, and figures that now he's a self appointed lord of time, he can just kind of keep floating on enjoying life.

Powers: Sense (powers), Manipulation (temporal(time travel))

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Nemeses: Editor, Trigger, The Beat