Gods Among Us V4.0 [Superhero] (OOC|OPEN)

[Primordial Luxa]

Gods Among Us
Character Application

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Character Description

Given Name: Lilia Simnaja
Alternate Identities:
-Snegurotshka
-KGB Operative S08F
-SS Operative SS(r)-194
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Female
Age: 89 years
Species: Human...ish
Apperance: https://img00.deviantart.net/874a/i/2017/084/d/b/ice_princess_vivien_2017_by_lancercross-db3gjoz.jpg https://img00.deviantart.net/e6fb/i/2013/156/e/3/ice_princess_vivien_by_lancercross-d67vhfi.png
Characters Biggest Strength: Undying Hatred for the Western World
Characters Biggest Weakness: Antisocial and mentally not fully stabilized (yet)

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! All that is hot shall grow cold! The whole world shall be imprisoned in an everlasting winter!
Secondary Goal: Support the SS in their attempts at World Destruction.
Fears: Vodka and big men with big moustaches with thick russian accents aka people who look and sound remotely like her father

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: The Pseudo-Gene

• Power 1: General Winter's Child
  Effects: Within a 10 meter radius around her, everything cools down considerably towards the freezing point of 0°C.
  Weaknesses: Heat Sources. They will counteract her power in their own heating radious.
• Power 2: Body of Ice
  Effects: Due to excessive Soviet-SS experimentation, her body has grown cold as ice and stopped aging, because she can barely be still classified as a human and instead more as a creature made of ice, taking on the guise of a human. She can turn any of her body parts into a very durable ice and give them different shapes, form them at will. Fatal injuries do not kill her, and can be healed by simply consuming or coming into contact with water, aka for example breaking off half of her head will not stop her and she will continue and can heal anytime by absorbing and freezing some water. Absored water can also be used by her to form actual hand held weapons or armour or disproportionally enlarge limbs of hers etc. They turn brittle and melt though once she does not touch these anymore.
  Weaknesses: Heat. That's it, so simple. Although her aura of cold protects her from the heat of usual weather and some conventional house heat sources, strong heat directly applied against her will do a good job at melting her. Sure, she won't be dead, as as long as the water still exists, she can potentually freeze again but what keeps someone from just keeping the water constantly heated?
  Equipment: -

Background

Occupation: She is a SS operative
Training and Education: She was schooled and trained in Soviet Russia by the KGB and the Soviet arm of the SS.
Things any characters might know about them: Some stories about a superhero partisan girl in WW2, fighting the Nazi Invaders. Maybe some Western Intelligence Agencies reports about her as an assasin of the KGB during the Cold War.
Group Affiliations: The SSAfP and SF Dietrich E. Haegler
History and Bibliography: It all started in 1928, when Lilia was born in a small village near Leningrad to a completely normal family of Russian farmers. Already back then she was different. The cold aura surrounding her killed her mother during her birth. Her father never got over it and started drinking. He had loved his wife very much and she had just taken her from him. Never did he stop to think that she didn't have any control over her actions at that time. He simply made her life hell, beat her, insulted her etc. And even in the rest of the village she was disliked. The other adults avoided her and the children, when they did not avoid her, mocked her.

But then when she had just turned 13, the war broke out. The Germans penetrated deep into the motherland and soon the village saw the german frontline forces passing through. And it actually mattered to her. Because when everyone had turned away from her, she had instead turned to the state, starting to love the motherland and it's glory. And now these filthy fascist pigs were here and the heroes of the Proletariat were on the retreat. What was even worse was, that her father embraced the Nazis. He collaborated with them, sold out fellow russians and received new farming equipment straight from Germany. It was then that Lilia ran away into the woods.

There she met a group of soviet soldiers led by a young commissar. Guess what, she joined them and soon they performed raids together onto nazi supply trains and other installations. It was a wonderful time for Lilia,
in freedom, respected by those around her for her powers as well as learning to more properly utilize them. And as bonus she got to slaughter fascists. During these years of war, she and Sascha, the commissar, developed feelings for each other. A young love. Young and innocent. Only to be crushed shortly after by the brutality of reality. During a raid on a Nazi supply depot, Lilia met her father again, who had apparently joined the RONA and just happened to be at that depot. Their meeting didn't go too well, her father insulting her, blaming her for her mother's demise, for having made him a man who was being made fun of, for having forced him to join the Nazis and for now dragging his name through the dirt again, because she was fighting those he worked for. She broke down, sobbing, crying and when he was about to kill her, Sascha showed up.
And yet, despite being a man of relatively old age, her father had been a good hunter, having served in the Imperial Army long ago as a sniper as well. A single shot was all it took and a blood red rose blossomed on Sascha's chest. With a look of bewilderment and disbelief on his face, Sascha sank to his knees, staring with unseeing eyes into the sun. It was this sight that made her snap, flooded her with rage and triumphed over her fear. She rose up, her hand turning into pure, glistening ice, before burying it deeply inside her father's chest.

She spent the rest of the evening hugging Sascha's quickly freezing body and crying, but eventually her comrades managed to drag her away from him. Shortly after, the Red Army forced the Germans back and their area was liberated. The Communists quickly saw her potential and she was taken by the NKWD and brought to secret facilities deep in the Ural mountains. They experimented with her abilities, experimented on her body,
trained her in fighting techniques, sabotague, infiltration, weapon handling. They molded her personality into that of a cold and heartless killer, brainwashing her over and over to eliminate all traces of her past, all traces of feelings within her. Once the war ended, it was the SS which had switched sides that continued the program the Soviets had begun, honing her skills even more and turning her into a weapon to be used whenever necessary. They also came up with the idea of hibernation so that she would last longer, using the logic that since she had such a high affinity for the cold, they could just freeze her up and melt the ice away again when she was needed.

And that's what happened. During the Cold War she was for the most time frozen and every now and then unfrozen to be sent on a mission. Again and again and again untill the end of the Cold War and then the end of the Soviet Union. In the Chaos of the Perestroika, the facility in which she was kept vanished from the radar of the new Russian state. But she was not forgotten. The SS started an operation to salvage their assets in the Soviet Union and retrieved her. Once again she was experimented upon and brainwashed, although this time the Nazis didn't mask their intentions behind communist ideals and simply made her yet another one of their operatives. And they also managed to expand her powers, even stopped her aging process although she lost most of what had formerly made her human.

Summary: Ex-Soviet Killer Frost

Accepted

[Remnants of Exilvania]

Been working on this char for quite a while. So happy that that's finally finished.

Gods Among Us
Character Application

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Character Description

Given Name: Ilona Horthy
Alternate Identities:
-Eleonora Horthy
-Líszt
-SS Obersturmbannführerin List
-SS Operative SS(u)-74
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Female
Age: 87 years
Species: Human
Apperance: Usually this but also wears a cloak with hood.
In combat armour
Characters Biggest Strength: A good reputation among Hungary's conservatives and the Hungarian People.
Characters Biggest Weakness: She is sought after in Public and thus not always able to do what she wants or needs, having to work with her official schedule or make up some good excuses.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: The realisation of Haegler's Plan Z
Secondary Goal: Destabilisation of the World, The fall of the world's nations under the heels of oppressive regimes.
Fears: Dying. No, seriously, she was dead and that experience traumatized her enough not only to fill her with envy against those alife but also with fear of dying again herself and having to experience her trauma yet again. This is why she does like to assasinate from a distance, fights only those clearly weaker than her in closer combat and tries to escape pretty much instantly the moment something stronger takes the field.

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: The Outside

• Power 1: Hatred Drives her
  Effects: Due to being a possesed body, somewhat similar to Haegler, she has stopped aging. She also gained above average human speed, agility, stamina, strength and durability, though that only lightly above the human average. These slight upgrades pair well though with her extensive physical training as well as her training in martial arts and marksmanship.
  Weaknesses: Good old Ilona, probably due to the high affinity her soul has to her own body, actually is alife. She breathes, she gets sick etc. She simply gained a few abilities due to her soul not managing to 100% rebond with her and thus staying some sort of half ghost half woman. Having said that, it makes her vulnerable for exorcisms. They won't be able to sever her from her body again, but they will make her fall unconscious. Touching her with some gold old iron can accomplish the same, though it needs atleast 5 seconds of uninterrupted skin contact with either her torso or her head, double that with her limbs.
• Power 2: Ghostsight
  Effects: Everything she sees fades away, becoming nothing more than transparent, dark contures. But what is there that she sees? All living beings are outlined and emit a vibrant red colour. The more and the thicker the objects between her eyes and the living, the more their colour fades, grows darker. She has trained long with this ability, enabling her to make accurate guesses, just how thick and how much is between her and the target, depending on the target's colour. This is also something really neat. She can single out a specific living being by turning it's glow from a vibrant red to a lively green. How can she do that? Well, she needs the real name of the target.
  Weaknesses: 500 m of any material and a living being's colour will have faded enough for her to be unable to still see it. Or a wall of iron, however thick it is can accomplish the same. Or you could try eating unhealthy amounts of salt. Or try to coat yourself in iron.
  Equipment: A whip, a modified C96 M712 Schnellfeuer, A modified CheyTac Intervention

Background

Occupation: Well, she is unofficially a high ranking member of the SSAfP, also officially employed in a high management position in Reich Industries as Eleonora Horthy. Also a Hungarian Politician.
Training and Education: Private schooled by the best heads her father could get for her during his time as Hungarian head of state. After that an extensive period of training, experiments and schooling with the SS.
Things any characters might know about them: Well uh, a google search of Ilona is going to reveal that she supposedly died during the siege of Budapest in 1944 and some stories about the love between Miklós Horthy and some Czechoslovak Hungarian woman. A google search of Eleonora will reveal her to be a descendent of the Hungarian Dictator Miklós Horthy, who returned to Hungary in 2004 as a politician and has been a popular leader under the conservative forces in the country. She is also known to be a high ranking employee of Reich Industries.
Group Affiliations: Loyal to the SSAfP and Haegler
History and Bibliography: In 1930 Ilona was born as the illegitimate child of the Hungarian dictator Miklos Horthy and a Czechoslovak Ethnic Hungarian with the last name Líszt. And his wife never got to hear about it. Of course, how could he, the conservative authoritarian leader of Hungary have an illegitimate daughter? Anyway, he cared enough about his daughter to bring her and her mother secretly to Budapest, pay for them to have a small flat and also paid for their daily expenses and hired private excellent private teachers for the child. And so Ilona lived a well protected life within a world going to hell with increasing speed. And daddy Horthy sometimes came by to visit her. And although he never stayed long and didn't com very often, she liked his visits, as he always was a very friendly and benevolent man towards her.

But the war did not make halt before a little girl and so it happened on the 15th October 1944, that another man was visiting her. She would never forget the meeting with the man donning his black uniform and the
eagles and swastikas which she had already seen several times on the uniforms of the germans who were in the city. It was none other than SS Standartenführer Haegler. He was different from her father, cold and seemingly not at all interested in her wishes or desires. He spoke with her mother who broke down crying once he had told her what he wanted to tell her, before he went back to Ilona, grabbed her by her wrist and roughly dragged her after him. When her mother made one last attempt at launching herself at Haegler, he simply stopped her with several shots to her stomach before ending her life as she was lying on the ground, coughing blood and crying. A clean shot to the head.

Ilona was brought to Buda castle where Haegler had her accommodated and under constant watch of some loyal SS soldiers. She was yet another hostage to use against Horthy and to keep Hungary in the war. And it all worked out just fine. Hungary stayed in the war. There was no further use in Ilona so Haegler forgot about her. Bigger things were coming up and he was busy organizing the Ardennes Offensive. And so poor Ilona stayed all alone in the big castle, guarded by rude and cold big men of the SS, who didn't make her needlessly suffer nor showed her any kindness.

But she would not live this undisturbed life for long. The Soviet Budapest Offensive encircled the city on the 26th of December 1944. She noticed how her guards became uneasier with every passing day. She could hear the roar of the Soviet Artillery batteries and the sounds of the artillery shells falling down onto the plagued city. On the 5. January an artillery shell hit her quarters. She was wounded, her room burning around her,
the guards dead. And she just couldn't move her legs. She cried. She begged for help. And when she was about to give up...he appeared.

Like an angel he came through the flames, not minding them at all. And so Haegler found her loudly thanking god for his mercy, lying in a pool of her own blood. He had actually come to the city only because there was information and assets in here that he needed to destroy or evacuate. And most importantly, this was the place where he could enact his contingency plan and ensure funding and growth for his organisation and plans by getting captured by the soviets. By chance he had currently been in Buda Castle, speaking with the commanders of the defense, when the shell hit. Just a quick glance at where it had hit had reminded him that there were still men of his who needed to die or flee and a hostage as well. And so he came here and found none of his men alife but the hostage still there, not unscathed but still alife.

It was only when she looked up, that it dawned upon Ilona, that the man who had come to save her, was not an angel. He was lacking wings. And apart from that he also wasn't beautiful. Indeed, he actually looked more like a hellish abomination. His clothing was burned and dirty and his skin and flesh had been burned away partly. His eyes too seemed to have just melted away, greeting her with nothing but hollow eye sockets.
Yes, this was truly an envoy from hell, she thought. And the conclusion she came to frightened her even more. Was she on the brink of death? Had he come to take her soul? The souls of illegitimate children went to hell, right? Or, was he going to propose a deal?

Haegler saw how her expression of pure joy slowly turned into one of sheer horror. He could almost hear the cogs in her brains spinning around as she put together her own theory and he could guess all too well what it was. He smiled to himself. She actually wasn't that far off. And maybe, he would broker a deal with her. A descendant of Horthy could potentually prove useful in the new world after the end of the Reich. Play a little game with the poor girl and see wether she was still useful to him.

And so the scary abomination knelt down in front of her and brought it's really scary face close to her, before talking with a disgusting voice, as if it's lungs and vocal cords were only barely still existing. It told her that she was dying. It asked her, if she wanted to live. The answer was easy to Ilona, her whole measly 14 years of life she had never really managed to live a life, to have more freedom and do more what she wanted. She said yes. It seemed to be what the scary thing had wanted to hear, as he continued asking, what she was willing to give in order to live. Ilona's mind was racing as she was struggling to find something, anything that she had which could possibly be worth saving her life. What did servants of hell want? She found her answer and whispered it quietly, yet Haegler still heard it. "My immortal soul." "Jepp, I think that's gonna do the trick."

Haegler saved her, brought her out of her burning quarters and to a less obvious hideout. A simple house in a simple street in Budapest. It actually served as a secret base for the agents of the SSAfP. There, in the basement, he had one of his doctors examine her. The results were terrible, just like he guessed. Damaged spine, lower half of her body probably forever paralyzed. Yeah, her soul was definitely necessary to keep her atleast somewhat useful. To his own luck he had a Scriptor presently in the house, who could perform just what the ritual he needed. Well, atleast with the right prerequisites and since Haegler had raided the occult archives of the Hungarian paranormal defense/society during Operation Panzerfaust, he had everything he needed there.

So yeah, they simply performed a ritual and Haegler, being the sick mind he was, decided that her soul should be sacrificed in order to garner the attention and services of an otherworldy entity. Now, in exchange for the soul, he had the entity restore Ilona's body. Something that was easily done, yet Ilona was now nothing more than an empty shell, a doll that followed each and every one of Haegler's demands but had absolutely zero initiative or instinct of self preservation. And since Haegler couldn't constantly keep telling her what to do, he decided to smuggle her out of the city. At night, with a raft, she was brought out of the city and back behind german lines. From there, she was brought to the Alps. And there she would wait for the end of the war. Mengele briefly examined her, cursing the doctor in Budapest for his low skill level and lamenting about the waste of such a soul but that was it really. For about 12 years she was kept in a room, brought to the toilet, fed, cleaned etc.

But Haegler eventually found an opportunity to briefly return from the UdSSR. Seeing the state she was in, he saw no use at all in her. Though maybe...if he could get her soul back? He had the means, the men, everything necessary. So, he got another ritual going. But returning a soul from the dead is no easy feat and it requires sacrifices. Then again, we're talking about Haegler, sacrifices mean nothing to him. A hundred people had to die in order to bring back Ilona's soul from the realms of the dead. one-hundred for one. Sounds like a good deal, doesn't it? Anyway, for Ilona, the stay in the realms of the dead hadn't been very pleasant.
Not pleasant at all. So when she returned, one could barely recognise the soul of the young girl who lived back then in Budapest. She had grown coldhearted and most importantly, envious of the living. And her envy had spawned pure hatred against the living. She gladly pledged her loyalty to Haegler for returning her, giving her the chance to take lives and she almost kissed him when he told her what his organisation was aiming to do.

Still, something was a little bit odd about her. Maybe the stay in the afterlife had changed her soul. Maybe she had, instead of returning as soul repossesing her rightful body, returned as scornful ghost, now merely possesing her old body? It would certainly explain why she was so unable to feel other emotions than her hatred and envy agaisnt the living. It would also explain, as the SS noticed about 10 years later, why her body didn't age anymore. And most importantly, it explained the at first sudden and rare eruptions of new, unnatural powers.

Anyway, in secret bases she was trained in martial arts, assasinations, close combat, leadership, marksmanship, etc while they slowly built her cover identity. In 2010, many assasinations later, she finally took her official role as one of Haegler's political puppets in central europe, appearing on the Hungarian political stage and quickly rallying the conservatives around her.

However, she is not part of any of the Hungarian parties, nor is she actually a Hungarian citizen. She merely gathers and coordinates the Hungarian Right Wing parties from the shadows. But officially, she got a job at Reich Industries and this job just recently had her come over to the USA.

Summary: SS Assassin and Hungarian Politician

Accepted

Thank you!

Gods Among Us
Character Application

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Character Description

Given Name: Lilia Simnaja
Alternate Identities:
-Snegurotshka
-KGB Operative S08F
-SS Operative SS(r)-194
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Female
Age: 89 years
Species: Human...ish
Apperance: https://img00.deviantart.net/874a/i/2017/084/d/b/ice_princess_vivien_2017_by_lancercross-db3gjoz.jpg https://img00.deviantart.net/e6fb/i/2013/156/e/3/ice_princess_vivien_by_lancercross-d67vhfi.png
Characters Biggest Strength: Undying Hatred for the Western World
Characters Biggest Weakness: Antisocial and mentally not fully stabilized (yet)

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! All that is hot shall grow cold! The whole world shall be imprisoned in an everlasting winter!
Secondary Goal: Support the SS in their attempts at World Destruction.
Fears: Vodka and big men with big moustaches with thick russian accents aka people who look and sound remotely like her father

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: The Pseudo-Gene

• Power 1: General Winter's Child
  Effects: Within a 10 meter radius around her, everything cools down considerably towards the freezing point of 0°C.
  Weaknesses: Heat Sources. They will counteract her power in their own heating radious.
• Power 2: Body of Ice
  Effects: Due to excessive Soviet-SS experimentation, her body has grown cold as ice and stopped aging, because she can barely be still classified as a human and instead more as a creature made of ice, taking on the guise of a human. She can turn any of her body parts into a very durable ice and give them different shapes, form them at will. Fatal injuries do not kill her, and can be healed by simply consuming or coming into contact with water, aka for example breaking off half of her head will not stop her and she will continue and can heal anytime by absorbing and freezing some water. Absored water can also be used by her to form actual hand held weapons or armour or disproportionally enlarge limbs of hers etc. They turn brittle and melt though once she does not touch these anymore.
  Weaknesses: Heat. That's it, so simple. Although her aura of cold protects her from the heat of usual weather and some conventional house heat sources, strong heat directly applied against her will do a good job at melting her. Sure, she won't be dead, as as long as the water still exists, she can potentually freeze again but what keeps someone from just keeping the water constantly heated?
  Equipment: -

Background

Occupation: She is a SS operative
Training and Education: She was schooled and trained in Soviet Russia by the KGB and the Soviet arm of the SS.
Things any characters might know about them: Some stories about a superhero partisan girl in WW2, fighting the Nazi Invaders. Maybe some Western Intelligence Agencies reports about her as an assasin of the KGB during the Cold War.
Group Affiliations: The SSAfP and SF Dietrich E. Haegler
History and Bibliography: It all started in 1928, when Lilia was born in a small village near Leningrad to a completely normal family of Russian farmers. Already back then she was different. The cold aura surrounding her killed her mother during her birth. Her father never got over it and started drinking. He had loved his wife very much and she had just taken her from him. Never did he stop to think that she didn't have any control over her actions at that time. He simply made her life hell, beat her, insulted her etc. And even in the rest of the village she was disliked. The other adults avoided her and the children, when they did not avoid her, mocked her.

But then when she had just turned 13, the war broke out. The Germans penetrated deep into the motherland and soon the village saw the german frontline forces passing through. And it actually mattered to her. Because when everyone had turned away from her, she had instead turned to the state, starting to love the motherland and it's glory. And now these filthy fascist pigs were here and the heroes of the Proletariat were on the retreat. What was even worse was, that her father embraced the Nazis. He collaborated with them, sold out fellow russians and received new farming equipment straight from Germany. It was then that Lilia ran away into the woods.

There she met a group of soviet soldiers led by a young commissar. Guess what, she joined them and soon they performed raids together onto nazi supply trains and other installations. It was a wonderful time for Lilia,
in freedom, respected by those around her for her powers as well as learning to more properly utilize them. And as bonus she got to slaughter fascists. During these years of war, she and Sascha, the commissar, developed feelings for each other. A young love. Young and innocent. Only to be crushed shortly after by the brutality of reality. During a raid on a Nazi supply depot, Lilia met her father again, who had apparently joined the RONA and just happened to be at that depot. Their meeting didn't go too well, her father insulting her, blaming her for her mother's demise, for having made him a man who was being made fun of, for having forced him to join the Nazis and for now dragging his name through the dirt again, because she was fighting those he worked for. She broke down, sobbing, crying and when he was about to kill her, Sascha showed up.
And yet, despite being a man of relatively old age, her father had been a good hunter, having served in the Imperial Army long ago as a sniper as well. A single shot was all it took and a blood red rose blossomed on Sascha's chest. With a look of bewilderment and disbelief on his face, Sascha sank to his knees, staring with unseeing eyes into the sun. It was this sight that made her snap, flooded her with rage and triumphed over her fear. She rose up, her hand turning into pure, glistening ice, before burying it deeply inside her father's chest.

She spent the rest of the evening hugging Sascha's quickly freezing body and crying, but eventually her comrades managed to drag her away from him. Shortly after, the Red Army forced the Germans back and their area was liberated. The Communists quickly saw her potential and she was taken by the NKWD and brought to secret facilities deep in the Ural mountains. They experimented with her abilities, experimented on her body,
trained her in fighting techniques, sabotague, infiltration, weapon handling. They molded her personality into that of a cold and heartless killer, brainwashing her over and over to eliminate all traces of her past, all traces of feelings within her. Once the war ended, it was the SS which had switched sides that continued the program the Soviets had begun, honing her skills even more and turning her into a weapon to be used whenever necessary. They also came up with the idea of hibernation so that she would last longer, using the logic that since she had such a high affinity for the cold, they could just freeze her up and melt the ice away again when she was needed.

And that's what happened. During the Cold War she was for the most time frozen and every now and then unfrozen to be sent on a mission. Again and again and again untill the end of the Cold War and then the end of the Soviet Union. In the Chaos of the Perestroika, the facility in which she was kept vanished from the radar of the new Russian state. But she was not forgotten. The SS started an operation to salvage their assets in the Soviet Union and retrieved her. Once again she was experimented upon and brainwashed, although this time the Nazis didn't mask their intentions behind communist ideals and simply made her yet another one of their operatives. And they also managed to expand her powers, even stopped her aging process although she lost most of what had formerly made her human.

Summary: Ex-Soviet Killer Frost

Accepted

Thank u you even more!

[The Flutterlands]

Almost done with post...

[The Flutterlands]

Charmira havent been on since Halloween. Filia mignt need a new roommate...

[Dyelli Beybi]

Charmira havent been on since Halloween. Filia mignt need a new roommate...

Their last post was 6.5 weeks ago, which is a long time in the scheme of things. I think it would be safe to say they won't be coming back.

[The Flutterlands]

Well, I am almost done with my post. Just need to get an answer from Luxa to tie up loose ends.

[Normendie]

So I'm bored and looking to grind my writing instinct on a whetstone before jumping into writing for something else. How would a tweaker slugger be received?

[Primordial Luxa]

Well, I am almost done with my post. Just need to get an answer from Luxa to tie up loose ends.

On what? I haven't gotten a TG.

[The Flutterlands]

Well, I am almost done with my post. Just need to get an answer from Luxa to tie up loose ends.

On what? I haven't gotten a TG.

I posted already....

[Primordial Luxa]

On what? I haven't gotten a TG.

I posted already....

Okay good. Nevermind then. Imma post for the Knights thread in a bit to get us back on track.

[Primordial Luxa]

So I'm bored and looking to grind my writing instinct on a whetstone before jumping into writing for something else. How would a tweaker slugger be received?

Pretty well. We got a lot of room for smaller villains or sketchy heroes. If you gave me a bit more info I could tell you a lot more though.

[Normendie]

So I'm bored and looking to grind my writing instinct on a whetstone before jumping into writing for something else. How would a tweaker slugger be received?

Pretty well. We got a lot of room for smaller villains or sketchy heroes. If you gave me a bit more info I could tell you a lot more though.

I'm thinking a met/heroin addict on death's door crawls into a cathedral's cloister and attempts to quit cold turkey while refusing hospitalization. After three sleepness nights of hallucinations and seizures he passes out, and wakes up 48 hours later with super strength/durability, and a set of feathered wings. He takes it as a sign from God to turn his life around, and starts out wiping out the local drug trade.

[Primordial Luxa]

Pretty well. We got a lot of room for smaller villains or sketchy heroes. If you gave me a bit more info I could tell you a lot more though.

I'm thinking a met/heroin addict on death's door crawls into a cathedral's cloister and attempts to quit cold turkey while refusing hospitalization. After three sleepness nights of hallucinations and seizures he passes out, and wakes up 48 hours later with super strength/durability, and a set of feathered wings. He takes it as a sign from God to turn his life around, and starts out wiping out the local drug trade.

That sounds super cool yeah go with that. Have you read the OP and the setting details? Powers tend to fall into a few main categories and we tend to prefer powers that are more unique than straight strength and endurance. I would recommend you find a unique way of getting those abilities with something a bit more unique.

The "tips on making balanced and thematic powers" in the OP may be useful.

[Normendie]

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Character Application

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Character Description

Given Name: Fabian Géza
Alternate Identities: Uzziel / the Hospitaller
Legal Status: Vigilante Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Species: Human
Appearance: Face
Wing color, structure, and halo appearance
As a Hungarian-American, Fabian's skin tone is of a a darker complexion, tanned and more eastern in appearance.
Characters Biggest Strength: Coming from his miraculous healing and sudden development of oddly angelic powers, Fabian's faith is literally unquestionable. There is absolutely nothing that could ever make him doubt his faith or the kernel of goodness within man. What he saw in his NDE has also affirmed his faith in God and man beyond any doubt or revelation.
Characters Biggest Weakness: Fabian is a former drug addict- heroin and meth still have their claws in him despite him quitting. Exposure to them, especially if they were forced into his system would be disastrous and cause a total relapse.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: Fabian believes himself to be on a mission from God, spared death and gifted immense power in order to improve the world and redeeming himself in the process. To him any righteous pursuit in the redemption of evil doers and protection of the meek meets these ends. Although his end goal of scouring any demonic presence from the globe and ensuring the protection of the innocent is impossible, he'll do his damnedest to meet it.
Secondary Goal: Knowing full well the limitless suffering hard drugs bring to good people from personal experience, Fabian sees the elimination of all drug trade in his home city as a good stepping stone.
Fears: More than anything, Fabian fears the manifestation of his own sin. While he was a user, he also was a secondary distributor for a dealer and is wracked by the horror of imaging what harm he must have brought to the world. Starting to think of how many souls may have committed suicide over the poison he sowed into his neighborhood makes him break down in tearful guilt. Most of all, he fears meeting those he harmed upon inevitably dying.

Powers

Primary Source of Powers:

• Power 1: The Halo
  Effects: Appearing as a stereotypical halo above Fabian's head when activated, the halo serves as a shimmering shield of protective energy that wards his body from harm. Its energy can also be diverted from protecting him into healing, allowing him to engage in moderate healing with a touch, such as mending a torn ligament or fixing a fractured bone. The more intensely he uses the power either to shield himself or heal, the brighter the halo glows, up until it reaches a point that it can be akin to staring into a high power lamp. The Halo has no range, and operates solely upon skin contact when used to heal a wound.
  Weaknesses: Use of the Halo physically tires Fabian, draining his energy and requiring rest to recuperate. While he could survive an extremely powerful blow or cannon shot, it risks knocking him unconscious. In a similar manner he can keep healing somebody, and could theoretically even perform a miracle, but it would also likely knock him out and leave him completely vulnerable. Furthermore, demonic weapons considered "unholy" ignore the shield. The Halo's shielding and healing abilities also must be used in proportion to each other, like battery power. He can put all of his extant energy into the shield or healing, but not simultaneously. And he cannot simultaneously heal and keep the shield up, the energy can only be diverted to one area at a certain time. In this regard Fabian is very much what would be called "support", not a tank. He can tank hits but doing so consistently can knock him out of the game.
• Power 2: Wings
  Effects: Fairly simple, Fabian has mutated and sprouted a pair of red-feathered wings.
  Weaknesses: The wings have no real weakness, they're just functional wings allowing flight. The only issue is that they don't disappear or other such nonsense, so Fabian's hopes of having a secret identity are nonexistent. He is the Hospitaller, and there is no way of keeping that a secret.
  Equipment: Fabian currently uses a titanium lance similar to [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/79/97/6d/79976d912958d425989d9c664f221fe2.jpg] as a weapon and wears a simple black hooded robe. Although he has recently poached some steel wire from a shop and is in the process of bending maille links...

Background

Occupation: Manual labor in churches, synagogues, and even Mosques. And healing injuries with no co-pay. The upside of looking like an angel is that Abrahamic faiths are understandably eager to play host or just provide a meal.
Training and Education: Fabian complete high school and completed a couple years of college before getting kicked out for drug abuse, having attempted to major in Sociology and Business. In physical training Fabain has purely what he's picked off the streets (which isn't that poor).
Things any characters might know about them: "Angel of Kiryas Joel drags local drug trade into (holy) limelight", "Self-titled angelic hero "Hospitaller" heals wounded officer", "Mysterious new angelic hero rises from minor city Kiryas Joel", "Hospitaller hero spotted in New York cathedrals".
Group Affiliations: Fabian considers nothing but God to be his master, but is aligned with the interests of most Abrahamic sects.
History and Bibliography: What was this?

A step forward onto wooden panels. A simple action enough, not unusual or disturbing inherently. Yet made so when one's foot sunk into the wood. Disconcerted with this strange consistentcy not consistent at all with the qualities of typical hardwood flooring, he tried to withdraw his foot from its submersion. It took effort, some profane suction of the ground that lay below the "floorboards" gripped his foot with unnerving zeal, and relented only as he ripped it up. A horrible sound followed as he extruded the limb: an organic feeling liquid "slorp" as best he could describe it as floor filled the depression of his footstep. He hesitated placing his freed foot down again, not wishing to relive the experience until he suddenly realized that his left leg was also sunken into the "wooden" flooring.

Curious

He didn't trudging in this substance. In fact he didn't remember how he got here- yet here he was. In the middle of this strange hallway. He clearly had come from some door behind him, yet as he craned his neck around there was no door to be seen. Only a naked wall, out of focus. Like everything else in this hall. So strange was it, the texture of all within it appeared akin to an image projected by a distorted mirror. Walls seemed to shift as his head turn, their appearance depending upon the angle stared at. Returning his view to the ground before his feet he grimaced and sunk his right foot back into the bog-like "wood" of the floor. The foot sunk in with a squelch and became stuck at some indetermiante depth of the not-wood.

Just one foot after the other

With the exaggeration of walking through swamp-water, he carried onwards, albeit more thuroughly disturbed with each step. Nothing about this was natural and he wracked his mind for information as to how he even got here. Yet all of his memories were blank, and as far as he knew he had always been surrounded by this eldritch interior decorating. Careful steps turned into a sloshing walk, and clumsy marching turned swiftly into a panicked gait as the fear built. He ripped his way forwards, his movement sorely limited as his calves struggled to force their way through this syrup-like floor. Yet the door he desperately clambered for came no closer. He could see it taunting him, its calming light leaking from the corners of the twisted framing of the door. So close it was to him, he could practically feel the light on his skin this dark and ghastly hall. But it was beyond him, permanently. The hall seemed to fight him- doing everything within its foul power to deny him his wish of entering that enchanting room and escaping his nightmare. Yet he fought it still, trudging forward, scrambling in the foul muck of the hall as he yearned for his hand to touch that blessed door.

Did somebody speak?

He twisted around, ceasing his vain forward struggle to search for the source of the faint call. He could feel the emotions of his surroundings shifting. He had no idea how long he had been here now, nevermind how he got here, but it was evident that something was truly wrong now. He swore he saw shapes in the corners of his vision; dark shadows scurrying through the slurry of the "floor". The walls appeared more warped, not just twisting depending on the angle of viewing but reshaping themselves as he watched them. They and the ceiling buldged like inflamed veins, some liquid pumping through them in irregularity as they gorged like a python's belly. He looked up again towards that wonderful door, now seeming further from him than ever before.

He lifted his foot to take one more step, but there was nothing below the shin.

He shieked in horror as his dismembered foot breached the surface of the murky liquid, a foul stench of putrified flesh wafting from its decomposing form. Imbalanced from the lost of a foot, he tumbled forward into the muck, legs falling apart in the fall. Now legless he thrashed in desperation, fighting against gravity to keep his nose above the liquid. Much to his terror he saw as his hands decomposed before his very eyes, each finger individually falling apart and dropping into the bog as naked bone. He was but bone, a decomposed skeleton floating in the muck of the not-hall. Ababandoned, forgotten by the world and his passing unmarked and unoticed.

Aeons cycled in seconds. The walls peeled away, forgotten to the dreamscape. The foul waters of the bog evaporated over the excruciating centuries- finally surrendering to the oppressive heat of twin alien stars that basked the landscape in their resplent shower of colors and baked the ground until it cracked. His bones roasted in their menagerie of searing color across the millennia until they split, sable ichor spilling from the cracks and flowing across the lifeless dirt of this unearthly plane. Poisoned by the bile of his osseous form, the ground hissed in contact as if it were an acid vaporizing the exsanguinated soil. The bile continued to pour from his bones for what seemed eons until the flow abated, leaving a burbling pool of the revolting substance until it slowly sunk into the ground- consecrated by the earth.

Without warning life burst from his remains, roots sprouting from each bone of his and sprouting into towering trees with blood-red bark. They smothered the surrounding lands at lightning pace, tearing through the ground with the speed and violence of explosions as they showered their surroundings in clouds of dirt. He had a body again now, naked and made of flesh paler than marble. He walked to the heart of the red forest, staring at the bones from which the trees had sprung. So surreal it was to stare at one's own remains. He lived out another lifetime wandering those alien woods, under the aberrant light of those twin alien stars. And another. And another. He lived and died continouesly, until he could no longer perceive a difference in the states. He lived and died until he began to see beyond his own mortal bindings. Flashes of lives elswhere, and not in time- but spacially. Other "hims"; selves scattered across universes without cessation, infinite variations of his own self sprouting from the time of his birth in some singular timeline that had since sprout into endless possibilities. He touched them all simultaneously- connecting with the consciouness of his infinite eternal iterations across all all planes. A stone skipping across a lake of a meta-consciouness formed from infinity itself. He was overwhelmed, his consciouness bleeding into trillions upon trillions of others as pure emotions consumed his mind and soul. All their experiences were fused into pure expressions of humanity: happiness, suffering, and love asserted in their most raw and potent forms. He comprehended it now, all of it. The inherent value of every human being. The purity of emotion itself. And a warmth, a supreme presence which filled his heart even when his connection to the greater self was severed. One of pure knowledge, experience, and love.

It did not speak to him, he was far too weak to survive such exposure. But he could feel its desires, its passions. He understood what it existed for, what it wished to bring about. And painfully he could fell its disappointment in him, a fatherly sorrow in a child's failure to fulfill his potential. The emotion crushed him, sent him spiralling into a depression worse than any he had felt before or ever would again- the knowledge that one had failed your own God. Yet he also felt hope. Hope of redemption, of regaining favor before his almighty master and father. Tears streamed from his eyes as he was raised up from the forest- he was but a worm of a man and not worth the immensity of this gift. It refuted his denialism, and lifted him higher up from the red woodland. His teary eyes controted in silent agony as the flesh on his back split like a zipper; flesh and bone eviscerated for the rise of greater magnificence. Sanguine wings exploded forth from the excisions in his back, showering the forest below in a hail of ruby droplets as his body went limp from the necessary agony. In his unsciouness he missed the faint ring of light pulsing into existence above his head.

The, Uzziel awoke

Summary: Angelic Hospitaller Merciful Addict Smites

[Remnants of Exilvania]

I posted already....

Okay good. Nevermind then. Imma post for the Knights thread in a bit to get us back on track.

Real nice post.

Although I got to say, there is only one Reich Industries helicopter in the air.
But I bet there are more than enough other parties looking at this place from the air, that it shouldn't be too important.

[Primordial Luxa]

Gods Among Us
Character Application

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Character Description

Given Name: Fabian Géza
Alternate Identities: Uzziel / the Hospitaller
Legal Status: Vigilante Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Species: Human
Appearance: Face
Wing color, structure, and halo appearance
As a Hungarian-American, Fabian's skin tone is of a a darker complexion, tanned and more eastern in appearance.
Characters Biggest Strength: Coming from his miraculous healing and sudden development of oddly angelic powers, Fabian's faith is literally unquestionable. There is absolutely nothing that could ever make him doubt his faith or the kernel of goodness within man. What he saw in his NDE has also affirmed his faith in God and man beyond any doubt or revelation.
Characters Biggest Weakness: Fabian is a former drug addict- heroin and meth still have their claws in him despite him quitting. Exposure to them, especially if they were forced into his system would be disastrous and cause a total relapse.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: Fabian believes himself to be on a mission from God, spared death and gifted immense power in order to improve the world and redeeming himself in the process. To him any righteous pursuit in the redemption of evil doers and protection of the meek meets these ends. Although his end goal of scouring any demonic presence from the globe and ensuring the protection of the innocent is impossible, he'll do his damnedest to meet it.
Secondary Goal: Knowing full well the limitless suffering hard drugs bring to good people from personal experience, Fabian sees the elimination of all drug trade in his home city as a good stepping stone.
Fears: More than anything, Fabian fears the manifestation of his own sin. While he was a user, he also was a secondary distributor for a dealer and is wracked by the horror of imaging what harm he must have brought to the world. Starting to think of how many souls may have committed suicide over the poison he sowed into his neighborhood makes him break down in tearful guilt. Most of all, he fears meeting those he harmed upon inevitably dying.

Powers

Primary Source of Powers:

• Power 1: The Halo
  Effects: Appearing as a stereotypical halo above Fabian's head when activated, the halo serves as a shimmering shield of protective energy that wards his body from harm. Its energy can also be diverted from protecting him into healing, allowing him to engage in moderate healing with a touch, such as mending a torn ligament or fixing a fractured bone. The more intensely he uses the power either to shield himself or heal, the brighter the halo glows, up until it reaches a point that it can be akin to staring into a high power lamp. The Halo has no range, and operates solely upon skin contact when used to heal a wound.
  Weaknesses: Use of the Halo physically tires Fabian, draining his energy and requiring rest to recuperate. While he could survive an extremely powerful blow or cannon shot, it risks knocking him unconscious. In a similar manner he can keep healing somebody, and could theoretically even perform a miracle, but it would also likely knock him out and leave him completely vulnerable. Furthermore, demonic weapons considered "unholy" ignore the shield. The Halo's shielding and healing abilities also must be used in proportion to each other, like battery power. He can put all of his extant energy into the shield or healing, but not simultaneously. And he cannot simultaneously heal and keep the shield up, the energy can only be diverted to one area at a certain time. In this regard Fabian is very much what would be called "support", not a tank. He can tank hits but doing so consistently can knock him out of the game.
• Power 2: Wings
  Effects: Fairly simple, Fabian has mutated and sprouted a pair of red-feathered wings.
  Weaknesses: The wings have no real weakness, they're just functional wings allowing flight. The only issue is that they don't disappear or other such nonsense, so Fabian's hopes of having a secret identity are nonexistent. He is the Hospitaller, and there is no way of keeping that a secret.
  Equipment: Fabian currently uses a titanium lance similar to [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/79/97/6d/79976d912958d425989d9c664f221fe2.jpg] as a weapon and wears a simple black hooded robe. Although he has recently poached some steel wire from a shop and is in the process of bending maille links...

Background

Occupation: Manual labor in churches, synagogues, and even Mosques. And healing injuries with no co-pay. The upside of looking like an angel is that Abrahamic faiths are understandably eager to play host or just provide a meal.
Training and Education: Fabian complete high school and completed a couple years of college before getting kicked out for drug abuse, having attempted to major in Sociology and Business. In physical training Fabain has purely what he's picked off the streets (which isn't that poor).
Things any characters might know about them: "Angel of Kiryas Joel drags local drug trade into (holy) limelight", "Self-titled angelic hero "Hospitaller" heals wounded officer", "Mysterious new angelic hero rises from minor city Kiryas Joel", "Hospitaller hero spotted in New York cathedrals".
Group Affiliations: Fabian considers nothing but God to be his master, but is aligned with the interests of most Abrahamic sects.
History and Bibliography: What was this?

A step forward onto wooden panels. A simple action enough, not unusual or disturbing inherently. Yet made so when one's foot sunk into the wood. Disconcerted with this strange consistentcy not consistent at all with the qualities of typical hardwood flooring, he tried to withdraw his foot from its submersion. It took effort, some profane suction of the ground that lay below the "floorboards" gripped his foot with unnerving zeal, and relented only as he ripped it up. A horrible sound followed as he extruded the limb: an organic feeling liquid "slorp" as best he could describe it as floor filled the depression of his footstep. He hesitated placing his freed foot down again, not wishing to relive the experience until he suddenly realized that his left leg was also sunken into the "wooden" flooring.

Curious

He didn't trudging in this substance. In fact he didn't remember how he got here- yet here he was. In the middle of this strange hallway. He clearly had come from some door behind him, yet as he craned his neck around there was no door to be seen. Only a naked wall, out of focus. Like everything else in this hall. So strange was it, the texture of all within it appeared akin to an image projected by a distorted mirror. Walls seemed to shift as his head turn, their appearance depending upon the angle stared at. Returning his view to the ground before his feet he grimaced and sunk his right foot back into the bog-like "wood" of the floor. The foot sunk in with a squelch and became stuck at some indetermiante depth of the not-wood.

Just one foot after the other

With the exaggeration of walking through swamp-water, he carried onwards, albeit more thuroughly disturbed with each step. Nothing about this was natural and he wracked his mind for information as to how he even got here. Yet all of his memories were blank, and as far as he knew he had always been surrounded by this eldritch interior decorating. Careful steps turned into a sloshing walk, and clumsy marching turned swiftly into a panicked gait as the fear built. He ripped his way forwards, his movement sorely limited as his calves struggled to force their way through this syrup-like floor. Yet the door he desperately clambered for came no closer. He could see it taunting him, its calming light leaking from the corners of the twisted framing of the door. So close it was to him, he could practically feel the light on his skin this dark and ghastly hall. But it was beyond him, permanently. The hall seemed to fight him- doing everything within its foul power to deny him his wish of entering that enchanting room and escaping his nightmare. Yet he fought it still, trudging forward, scrambling in the foul muck of the hall as he yearned for his hand to touch that blessed door.

Did somebody speak?

He twisted around, ceasing his vain forward struggle to search for the source of the faint call. He could feel the emotions of his surroundings shifting. He had no idea how long he had been here now, nevermind how he got here, but it was evident that something was truly wrong now. He swore he saw shapes in the corners of his vision; dark shadows scurrying through the slurry of the "floor". The walls appeared more warped, not just twisting depending on the angle of viewing but reshaping themselves as he watched them. They and the ceiling buldged like inflamed veins, some liquid pumping through them in irregularity as they gorged like a python's belly. He looked up again towards that wonderful door, now seeming further from him than ever before.

He lifted his foot to take one more step, but there was nothing below the shin.

He shieked in horror as his dismembered foot breached the surface of the murky liquid, a foul stench of putrified flesh wafting from its decomposing form. Imbalanced from the lost of a foot, he tumbled forward into the muck, legs falling apart in the fall. Now legless he thrashed in desperation, fighting against gravity to keep his nose above the liquid. Much to his terror he saw as his hands decomposed before his very eyes, each finger individually falling apart and dropping into the bog as naked bone. He was but bone, a decomposed skeleton floating in the muck of the not-hall. Ababandoned, forgotten by the world and his passing unmarked and unoticed.

Aeons cycled in seconds. The walls peeled away, forgotten to the dreamscape. The foul waters of the bog evaporated over the excruciating centuries- finally surrendering to the oppressive heat of twin alien stars that basked the landscape in their resplent shower of colors and baked the ground until it cracked. His bones roasted in their menagerie of searing color across the millennia until they split, sable ichor spilling from the cracks and flowing across the lifeless dirt of this unearthly plane. Poisoned by the bile of his osseous form, the ground hissed in contact as if it were an acid vaporizing the exsanguinated soil. The bile continued to pour from his bones for what seemed eons until the flow abated, leaving a burbling pool of the revolting substance until it slowly sunk into the ground- consecrated by the earth.

Without warning life burst from his remains, roots sprouting from each bone of his and sprouting into towering trees with blood-red bark. They smothered the surrounding lands at lightning pace, tearing through the ground with the speed and violence of explosions as they showered their surroundings in clouds of dirt. He had a body again now, naked and made of flesh paler than marble. He walked to the heart of the red forest, staring at the bones from which the trees had sprung. So surreal it was to stare at one's own remains. He lived out another lifetime wandering those alien woods, under the aberrant light of those twin alien stars. And another. And another. He lived and died continouesly, until he could no longer perceive a difference in the states. He lived and died until he began to see beyond his own mortal bindings. Flashes of lives elswhere, and not in time- but spacially. Other "hims"; selves scattered across universes without cessation, infinite variations of his own self sprouting from the time of his birth in some singular timeline that had since sprout into endless possibilities. He touched them all simultaneously- connecting with the consciouness of his infinite eternal iterations across all all planes. A stone skipping across a lake of a meta-consciouness formed from infinity itself. He was overwhelmed, his consciouness bleeding into trillions upon trillions of others as pure emotions consumed his mind and soul. All their experiences were fused into pure expressions of humanity: happiness, suffering, and love asserted in their most raw and potent forms. He comprehended it now, all of it. The inherent value of every human being. The purity of emotion itself. And a warmth, a supreme presence which filled his heart even when his connection to the greater self was severed. One of pure knowledge, experience, and love.

It did not speak to him, he was far too weak to survive such exposure. But he could feel its desires, its passions. He understood what it existed for, what it wished to bring about. And painfully he could fell its disappointment in him, a fatherly sorrow in a child's failure to fulfill his potential. The emotion crushed him, sent him spiralling into a depression worse than any he had felt before or ever would again- the knowledge that one had failed your own God. Yet he also felt hope. Hope of redemption, of regaining favor before his almighty master and father. Tears streamed from his eyes as he was raised up from the forest- he was but a worm of a man and not worth the immensity of this gift. It refuted his denialism, and lifted him higher up from the red woodland. His teary eyes controted in silent agony as the flesh on his back split like a zipper; flesh and bone eviscerated for the rise of greater magnificence. Sanguine wings exploded forth from the excisions in his back, showering the forest below in a hail of ruby droplets as his body went limp from the necessary agony. In his unsciouness he missed the faint ring of light pulsing into existence above his head.

The, Uzziel awoke

Summary: Angelic Hospitaller Merciful Addict Smites

Accepted.

[Granis]

So is it my turn to post in the academy?

[Primordial Luxa]

So is it my turn to post in the academy?

Post if you feel like it would be reasonable to post. I'm less concerned about post order so long as it's not super disruptive.

[Anowa]

So yeah, still here. Just kinda waiting for the IC to slow down a bit... also for life to stop beating me to death.

[Primordial Luxa]

So yeah, still here. Just kinda waiting for the IC to slow down a bit... also for life to stop beating me to death.

I’m sure your aware but we still have that police scene when your ready. Something to do for the meantime

[Remnants of Exilvania]

Gods Among Us
Character Application

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Character Description

Given Name: Germain Muet
Alternate Identities:
-Petain's Watchdog
-Petain's Pantomime
-The silent Killer
-SS Operative SS(f)-381
-Wehrmacht Agent 73(f)
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Male
Age: 102 years
Species: Human
Apperance: http://kissthemgoodbye.net/teenwolf/albums/Season%204/Episodes/4/TEEN_WOLF_KISSTHEMGOODBYE_2827829.jpg
Characters Biggest Strength: His Special Forces Training
Characters Biggest Weakness: Being unable to voice whatever he wants to voice or articulate himself, especcially when haste is needed that is very bad.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: Live. To live and stay on top of things.
Secondary Goal: Align with the SS as he believes that they will come out on top.
Fears: Crowds..laughing condescendingly or booing, mocking him. He hates the crowds. They must all die, all be destroyed!

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: Mengele modifications & ?

• Power 1: Longevity
  Effects: Well, he obviously lives longer and has retained his strength and relative youth. Mengele, some 10 years after the end of the war tried out some new medications on poor Germain and that was the result.
  Weaknesses: Kill him
• Power 2: The deadly Mime
  Effects: Whatever Germain portrays/mimics is actually there, although invisible, the only indication of it being there being the fact that it still has a shadow and that you can feel it when he crushes your head with a mimicked sledgehammer for instance.
  The equipment disappears once he stops mimicking that it is actually there.
  Weaknesses: Shining light onto it from every direction. No, seriously, it can't really be countered combat effectivel but does one really need to? After all, the things he can portray are conventional weapons at best.
  Equipment: Several sheets of paper with english phrases on them. A pen and a couple empty sheets as well.

Background

Occupation: Employed by the SS
Training and Education: Didn't go to school in France and also not to the military. He learned for himself at home, writing and reading. When the germans came, he was made familiar with military terms. After the Liberation of France, he went underground together with other Nazi assets. In the SSAfP he was then further educated and trained in the handling of different weapons, explosives, vehicles, people etc.
Things any characters might know about them: A french child born without a mouth. A collaborator without a mouth always being with Petain during the Nazi occupation. A weird mouthless pantomime and the things he depicted coming true in terrorist attacks.
Group Affiliations: Loyal to the SSAfP
History and Bibliography: Oh poor Germain. He was born 1915 in a small secluded village near Lyon. And poor he was born with a terrible mutation. His jaws and teeth had grown together and above them nothing but skin. No lips, nothing. But despite this, his mother treated him lovingly. Sadly, his mother was not the whole village. He was mobbed, everyone mocked him, insulted him, beat and kicked him. It got so bad that his mother didn't even bother sending him to school and just kept him at home. The deeply traumatized child lived a comfy and protected life there with his mother, oblivious to the quarrels she had with the rest of the town, calling him an abomination sent by the devil.

But alas, all things come to an end. And for Germain it came with the return of his father. His father had been the highly patriotic, no nationalistic type and had volunteered right at the start of the war. After the war was over, his father stayed in the army, wanting to occupy Germany and really put those germans back in their place. So he stayed in the Rhineland untill 1925. And when he returned, his first reaction upon seeing his child, was smacking him so hard that he nearly broke his neck. And then he went after Germain's mother. Let's just say this much, her screams followed poor Germain for a long time. And ou know, the next moning,
when his father was still sleeping, drunk, his dead wife next to him in the bed, Germain entered the room. Oh, how much he wanted to kill this man who called himself his father. Heck, he just imagined how good it would feel to bury an axe in his skull and made the same motion with his hands, as if he would hack right into his father's skull.

Guess how shocked and surprised he was, when the skull of his father was quite literally deeply penetrated by an invisible blade. Trembling he looked at his arms, not realizing what was going on. It took him a while to grasp the fact that he had just committed actual murder. So, yeah, he tried to flee the scene but eventually got caught by french law enforcement. He was put into a special school for the mentall deranged or handicapped as his condition sure was a handicap. The staff there was reall abusive but he lived through, his hatred for the people, the country and the system ever increasing. Luckily, when he had finally grown up and started working low paid chance jobs, there was a new hope rising in the east. The Nazi state, the state whose aggressive rethoric and hatred towards this country he too hated would wipe it out soon enough. Meanwhile he also worked on his abilities. He learned about memes and felt strangely connected to them, mostly due to the fact that they should not speak and he could not while they portrayed things and when he portrayed things, they became real. He started taking lessons from a former mime who was now living in poor conditions and had become an alcoholic to get a better grip on his abilities.

When the germans invaded he was ready and approached the advancing Wehrmacht forces. Hoping to impress them, he showed off his abilities and got a free ticket into their meta human program. But trust for a frenchman was not high and with the establishment of Vichy France they sent him to watch Petain, to keep an eye on events down there and dispose of those in Vichy France that would act against Germany's interests.
He butchered many more patriotic compatriots. Too bad that Germany lost the war. Realising that he had associated himself with the losers and would probabl be executed for his crimes, he fled with the retreating germans before eventually going undercover in Switzerland. Years later, he met again with Haegler, who was reorganizing the remains of the Reich and took the offered position to secure himself a decent standard of living again. He's been a reliable terrorist and assasin ever since then.

Summary: French mute Mime Terrorist

Gods Among Us
Character Application

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Character Description

Given Name: Wendy Pennans
Alternate Identities:
-The Black Ballerina
-SS Operative SS(a)-1046
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Female
Age: 18 years
Species: Human
Apperance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/44/f1/43/44f1435fa6823d730e1245eed55ee22f--ms-marvel-captain-marvel.jpg
Characters Biggest Strength: She actually is really really good at dancing under pretty much all and any circumstances.
Characters Biggest Weakness: Insecure, shy and traumatized by both the first use of her power and the treatment she later received from the SS.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: To bring about the Totentanz (Dance of the Dead).
Secondary Goal: Loyalty to the SSAfP and Haegler
Fears: To break her and reshape her in their image, the SS needed to make her truly fear something. So they decided to develop a deep fear of a porcellain masks in her. How? Well, the man who was trusted with handling her mental conditioning always went in with such a mask on and called himself the Phantom of the Opera before doing terrible things to her.

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: Psuedo Gene

• Power 1: Charged up
  Effects: Whenever she has teleported, the Ballerina can for ten seconds electrocute an average human by touching him with her feet or hands. Touching her legs or her head on the other hand will only lead to a strong yet non-lethal electroshock, often enough to knock an average human out for a couple seconds.
  Weaknesses: Hm, start wearing something protective that does a terrible job at electric conductivity.
• Power 2: Lightning Dance
  Effects: When she dances, she gets continuosly faster, which evens out after three minutes. After one minute, she also has another ability available, which is a small range teleport for about 50 m distances max. The teleport happens near instantaneous, with lightning coming from the sky and striking her, before coming down on her chosen spot again and her reappearing there. The impact of the lightning has about the same effects on other in the area as that of regular lightning hitting there.
  
  This teleportation also works on longer ranges and it also works together with other people, although for that to function, she needs to touch them. Don't worry, although her hands are gloved, it still works. For the longer range one she has to dance longer but the location she wants to teleport to needs to have a stage. Long range teleportations work only onto performance stages.
  
  It must also be mentioned that the dance is kind of like a martial art for her. Kicks, hits, dodges, evasive actions, taunts etc. are all part of a gracious dance.
  Weaknesses: The addition of speed cannot be directly stopped other than by interrupting her dance. The teleportation on the other hand...well splash a decent amount of water onto her or the area, and the lightning will strike her unconscious. But be aware, it still has the same effects on others in the area, maybe altered by the water but that only how a natural lightning strike would react to water on the scene. Also, the teleportation will still take place, she will ust appear in the new location unconscious.
  Equipment: Her boots and the heels of her boots are razor tipped.

Background

Occupation: Employed by the SSAfP.
Training and Education: Regular American School progression in Minnesota untill end of Highschool.
Things any characters might know about them: Search warrant in connection with a school massacre.
Group Affiliations: SSAfP.
History and Bibliography: You know, for most of her life, and if things would've gone like Wendy would've preferred them, things were completely normal for her. She lived a normal girls life in Minnesota. Well,
almost normal if it hadn't been for her great affection for dancing. Already at age 4 she had managd to annoy her parents into hiring a dancing teacher for her. By the time she was fourteen, she was already better than all the dancing teachers and courses they offered in the area and had to continue by teaching herself. So eh, things went well and she was coming close to ending High School with 17. But she didn't just want to go out,
no so long had she been dancing, why should she not share her talent? She asked to make a performance during the ceremonies and it got approved.

When the day finally came, she stepped onto the stage, into the bright light and before the crowd. And then she started dancing. And she danced and danced and danced, slightly blushing at the "ahs" and "ohs" she could hear from the audience. But it was now that her Psuedo Gene activated, a fact that she at first didn't notice. That was untill she teleported for the first time. It was a weird feeling to say the least and when she could see something again, she was there inbetween the audience, surrounded by screams, blood, the smell of burned flesh, charred wood and all the other things. It was horrifying to her, she staggered, she puked and then, fearing that the people or law enforcement might apprehend and punish her, she fled the scene, fled into the wilderness.

But she could not escape. The law enforcement agencies were hunting her and she had no supplies, nothing to survive out here. That was when some other men managed to find her and they invited her to join them.
They promised to protect her from the law and to teach her how to use her powers. Little did she know back then just to what she was about to agree.

The SSAfP took her with them and brought her to a secret location, in New York City to be precise. The Dr. happened to be there and took a look at her Psuedo Genes for science, then decided to mess around with a couple more of her cells and genes to create something slightly more resilient and with a tad bit more punch. And after the terrible operation by the Doktor, who, as usual, neglected the use of painkillers or drugs, came the men of the SS, form something useful out of that powerful but gibbering wreck of a human. As said, she was mental conditioned intensively for about a year, within which the advanced methods the SS goons emploed showed great success, eradicating the former personality of the friendly and open girl with a nice interest in dancing, replacing it with that of a cruel and ruthless young woman with an obsession over the Dance of the Dead.

Summary: Dance obsessed girl chose wrong

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Character Description

Given Name: Saoirse Lynch
Alternate Identities:
-The Leprechaun
-The London Terror Bomber
-SS Operative SS(i)-982
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Female
Age: 32 years
Species: Human
Apperance: https://www.fightersgeneration.com/nz9/injustice2/poison-ivy/poison-ivy-dc-artwork5.jpg
Characters Biggest Strength: She's an incredible tech whiz.
Characters Biggest Weakness: Isn't exactly the most obedient.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: The destruction of the UK.
Secondary Goal: Irish Anschluss and support of the SSAfP's world destruction plans
Fears: She is very afraid of irish supernatural creatures.

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: The Ravenning/Training and Experience

• Power 1: Pretty darn good Tinkerer!
  Effects: She likes to tinker around a lot and has especcially focused on shrinking things to their smallest possible size while still keeping the same efficiency. For instance a nuclear bomb onto handbag size and stuff like that.
  Weaknesses: No materials = No Tinkering around. Also, small things are all nice and stuff but sometimes it's hard to operate something overly shrunk down.
  
  True to this she usually carries a hacking pad with her, capable of connecting with devices wirelessly or per USB.
• Power 2: Chameleon Suit
  Effects: Her best and most durable invention up to date (mainly because she received high quality materials from Haegler) is her suit. It's great really, it can take on any colour, any camouflage, even invisibility has been confirmed with her most recent tests. Not to mention safety from infrared, thermal and other observation methods.
  Weaknesses: The thing itself would need a strong EMP to stop working. Also, despite her invisibility, there is a barely noticeable shadow.
• Power 3: Stranger of Dublin
  Effects: Well, she lived her youth in poor conditions in Dublin, where she kept herself alife with pickpocketing, theft, simply being able to run away climb around to escape situation and in some cases fights. When she joined the IRA, her combat training was also furthered and when she joined the SSAfP she received new combat training once again. So, yeah, expect her to be a really agile character.
  Weaknesses: There are no weaknesses that I could come up with for that.
  Equipment: A helmet capable of several vision modes as well as a built in comms device.
  Apart from that she carries a knife as well as a RI SP5K.

Background

Occupation: Employed by the SSAfP.
Training and Education: She was trained on the streets of Dublin, thaught herself physics and chemistry with stolen books after she figured out how to read and soon how to calculate. When she joined the IRA, she received additional training and a broader education and when she joined the SSAfP she was also educated on meta humans and other paranormal activities.
Things any characters might know about them: Something about a terror bombing in London.
Group Affiliations: IRA and since recently the SSAfP.
History and Bibliography: Well, born in Dublin, given to an orphanage. Treated horribly and escaped onto the streets as soon as she could walk properly. There she lived the hard way, always starving, stealing to get money for food, doing courier jobs for criminals, running away from police or angry other children and occasionally beating someone else up when he was in the way. She got pretty good you know? By the time she was twelve, a circus director hunting for young talents tried to hire her for his acrobat team. She, masterfully showing off her skills, just ran off, climbed up a house and escaped over the rooftops. When she was 8,
she touched a book for the first time. It was a book about physics and the weird symbols and letters puzzled her, for she could not read. Not wanting to have stolen something worthless to her, she started stealing more books in order to learn reading, maths and then finally decipher that physics books. A goal she had completed only half a year later. That was quick, right? Anyway, the world of science had opened itself for her and she could only marvel at what she found and decided to delve deeper and deeper.

When she was 13, notions of nationalism finally got to her. She heard people speak badly about the british and asked them why. An especcially fanatical man held her a very lengthy and very convincing historical monologue which left an everlasting impression on her. From then on, she started hating the british, started blaming them for all the things that had gone wrong in her life, started blaming them for her misery.

She also started tinkering around with junk she found on the street and in trashbins. By the age of 13, she probably had the best and most modern selfmade homeless shelter in the city. B the age of 15, she joined the IRA and started building weapons and explosives for them. They did not allow a girl, especcially since she was so young, to fight. Growing more and more discontent, she would have left the IRA and waged her own crusade against the british if there wasn't this one friendly lad in her IRA cell. Jepp, she fell in love, a young and innocent love like so many we know. However, it was not supposed to last. When she turned 18, they were supposed to marry, as they had both chosen. But...just days before her birthday...he did not return from a mission. From the few remaining comrades she could hear, that the british Government had deployed metahumans who had simply slaughtered them. Her soon to be husband included.

After that she left her IRA cell. She just couldn't stay behind any longer. The hatred within her had just grown way too strong. She had to take direct action against the british. She set up camp alone, started building weapons for herself, bombs. She began assassinating british tourists, british policemen, all the while improving and innovating. And just recently, she made her grand debut, directly attacking the british metahuman team and surrounding police stations with a barrage of radio controlled selfmade missiles and explosives. It got her pretty high onto a wanted list. She wanted to go undercover, to wait for the sea to go quiet again but it didn't. That was when the SS found her. They told her, that they stood with the IRA since before the second world war and that a skilled terrorist such as her could do well in their ranks, for the too sought to destroy the United Kingdom eventually. The fact that they also sought to destroy Ireland mattered little to her, as her IRA membership had been dictated b hatred for the UK instead of love for Ireland.

So she was recruited, received additional training and can now be field deployed again.

Summary: Stealthy IRA Tinkerterrorist

[Serah]

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Character Description

Given Name: Germain Muet
Alternate Identities:
-Petain's Watchdog
-Petain's Pantomime
-The silent Killer
-SS Operative SS(f)-381
-Wehrmacht Agent 73(f)
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Male
Age: 102 years
Species: Human
Apperance: http://kissthemgoodbye.net/teenwolf/albums/Season%204/Episodes/4/TEEN_WOLF_KISSTHEMGOODBYE_2827829.jpg
Characters Biggest Strength: His Special Forces Training
Characters Biggest Weakness: Being unable to voice whatever he wants to voice or articulate himself, especcially when haste is needed that is very bad.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: Live. To live and stay on top of things.
Secondary Goal: Align with the SS as he believes that they will come out on top.
Fears: Crowds..laughing condescendingly or booing, mocking him. He hates the crowds. They must all die, all be destroyed!

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: Mengele modifications & ?

• Power 1: Longevity
  Effects: Well, he obviously lives longer and has retained his strength and relative youth. Mengele, some 10 years after the end of the war tried out some new medications on poor Germain and that was the result.
  Weaknesses: Kill him
• Power 2: The deadly Mime
  Effects: Whatever Germain portrays/mimics is actually there, although invisible, the only indication of it being there being the fact that it still has a shadow and that you can feel it when he crushes your head with a mimicked sledgehammer for instance.
  The equipment disappears once he stops mimicking that it is actually there.
  Weaknesses: Shining light onto it from every direction. No, seriously, it can't really be countered combat effectivel but does one really need to? After all, the things he can portray are conventional weapons at best.
  Equipment: Several sheets of paper with english phrases on them. A pen and a couple empty sheets as well.

Background

Occupation: Employed by the SS
Training and Education: Didn't go to school in France and also not to the military. He learned for himself at home, writing and reading. When the germans came, he was made familiar with military terms. After the Liberation of France, he went underground together with other Nazi assets. In the SSAfP he was then further educated and trained in the handling of different weapons, explosives, vehicles, people etc.
Things any characters might know about them: A french child born without a mouth. A collaborator without a mouth always being with Petain during the Nazi occupation. A weird mouthless pantomime and the things he depicted coming true in terrorist attacks.
Group Affiliations: Loyal to the SSAfP
History and Bibliography: Oh poor Germain. He was born 1915 in a small secluded village near Lyon. And poor he was born with a terrible mutation. His jaws and teeth had grown together and above them nothing but skin. No lips, nothing. But despite this, his mother treated him lovingly. Sadly, his mother was not the whole village. He was mobbed, everyone mocked him, insulted him, beat and kicked him. It got so bad that his mother didn't even bother sending him to school and just kept him at home. The deeply traumatized child lived a comfy and protected life there with his mother, oblivious to the quarrels she had with the rest of the town, calling him an abomination sent by the devil.

But alas, all things come to an end. And for Germain it came with the return of his father. His father had been the highly patriotic, no nationalistic type and had volunteered right at the start of the war. After the war was over, his father stayed in the army, wanting to occupy Germany and really put those germans back in their place. So he stayed in the Rhineland untill 1925. And when he returned, his first reaction upon seeing his child, was smacking him so hard that he nearly broke his neck. And then he went after Germain's mother. Let's just say this much, her screams followed poor Germain for a long time. And ou know, the next moning,
when his father was still sleeping, drunk, his dead wife next to him in the bed, Germain entered the room. Oh, how much he wanted to kill this man who called himself his father. Heck, he just imagined how good it would feel to bury an axe in his skull and made the same motion with his hands, as if he would hack right into his father's skull.

Guess how shocked and surprised he was, when the skull of his father was quite literally deeply penetrated by an invisible blade. Trembling he looked at his arms, not realizing what was going on. It took him a while to grasp the fact that he had just committed actual murder. So, yeah, he tried to flee the scene but eventually got caught by french law enforcement. He was put into a special school for the mentall deranged or handicapped as his condition sure was a handicap. The staff there was reall abusive but he lived through, his hatred for the people, the country and the system ever increasing. Luckily, when he had finally grown up and started working low paid chance jobs, there was a new hope rising in the east. The Nazi state, the state whose aggressive rethoric and hatred towards this country he too hated would wipe it out soon enough. Meanwhile he also worked on his abilities. He learned about memes and felt strangely connected to them, mostly due to the fact that they should not speak and he could not while they portrayed things and when he portrayed things, they became real. He started taking lessons from a former mime who was now living in poor conditions and had become an alcoholic to get a better grip on his abilities.

When the germans invaded he was ready and approached the advancing Wehrmacht forces. Hoping to impress them, he showed off his abilities and got a free ticket into their meta human program. But trust for a frenchman was not high and with the establishment of Vichy France they sent him to watch Petain, to keep an eye on events down there and dispose of those in Vichy France that would act against Germany's interests.
He butchered many more patriotic compatriots. Too bad that Germany lost the war. Realising that he had associated himself with the losers and would probabl be executed for his crimes, he fled with the retreating germans before eventually going undercover in Switzerland. Years later, he met again with Haegler, who was reorganizing the remains of the Reich and took the offered position to secure himself a decent standard of living again. He's been a reliable terrorist and assasin ever since then.

Summary: French mute Mime Terrorist

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Character Description

Given Name: Wendy Pennans
Alternate Identities:
-The Black Ballerina
-SS Operative SS(a)-1046
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Female
Age: 18 years
Species: Human
Apperance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/44/f1/43/44f1435fa6823d730e1245eed55ee22f--ms-marvel-captain-marvel.jpg
Characters Biggest Strength: She actually is really really good at dancing under pretty much all and any circumstances.
Characters Biggest Weakness: Insecure, shy and traumatized by both the first use of her power and the treatment she later received from the SS.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: To bring about the Totentanz (Dance of the Dead).
Secondary Goal: Loyalty to the SSAfP and Haegler
Fears: To break her and reshape her in their image, the SS needed to make her truly fear something. So they decided to develop a deep fear of a porcellain masks in her. How? Well, the man who was trusted with handling her mental conditioning always went in with such a mask on and called himself the Phantom of the Opera before doing terrible things to her.

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: Psuedo Gene

• Power 1: Superstrength
  Effects: This good lad ain't as fragile as she looks. She has way above average endurance, stamina and strength, being capable of lifting up to 4 t into the air.
  Weaknesses: What stops it? Greater power or protection capable of holding up against her power! But a direct counter reducing her to the powerlevel of an average human? Nah, the changes Dr. Mengele made to her are permanent.
• Power 2: Lightning Dance
  Effects: When she dances, she gets continuosly faster, which evens out after three minutes. After three minutes, she also has another ability available, which is a small range teleport for about 50 m distances max. The teleport happens near instantaneous, with lightning coming from the sky and striking her, before coming down on her chosen spot again and her reappearing there. The impact of the lightning has about the same effects on other in the area as that of regular lightning hitting there.
  
  This teleportation also works on longer ranges and it also works together with other people, although for that to function, she needs to touch them. Don't worry, although her hands are gloved, it still works. For the longer range one she has to dance longer but the location she wants to teleport to needs to have a stage. Long range teleportations work only onto performance stages.
  
  It must also be mentioned that the dance is kind of like a martial art for her. Kicks, hits, dodges, evasive actions, taunts etc. are all part of a gracious dance.
  Weaknesses: The addition of speed cannot be directly stopped other than by interrupting her dance. The teleportation on the other hand...well splash a decent amount of water onto her or the area, and the lightning will strike her unconscious. But be aware, it still has the same effects on others in the area, maybe altered by the water but that only how a natural lightning strike would react to water on the scene. Also, the teleportation will still take place, she will ust appear in the new location unconscious.
  Equipment: -

Background

Occupation: Employed by the SSAfP.
Training and Education: Regular American School progression in Minnesota untill end of Highschool.
Things any characters might know about them: Search warrant in connection with a school massacre.
Group Affiliations: SSAfP.
History and Bibliography: You know, for most of her life, and if things would've gone like Wendy would've preferred them, things were completely normal for her. She lived a normal girls life in Minnesota. Well,
almost normal if it hadn't been for her great affection for dancing. Already at age 4 she had managd to annoy her parents into hiring a dancing teacher for her. By the time she was fourteen, she was already better than all the dancing teachers and courses they offered in the area and had to continue by teaching herself. So eh, things went well and she was coming close to ending High School with 17. But she didn't just want to go out,
no so long had she been dancing, why should she not share her talent? She asked to make a performance during the ceremonies and it got approved.

When the day finally came, she stepped onto the stage, into the bright light and before the crowd. And then she started dancing. And she danced and danced and danced, slightly blushing at the "ahs" and "ohs" she could hear from the audience. But it was now that her Psuedo Gene activated, a fact that she at first didn't notice. That was untill she teleported for the first time. It was a weird feeling to say the least and when she could see something again, she was there inbetween the audience, surrounded by screams, blood, the smell of burned flesh, charred wood and all the other things. It was horrifying to her, she staggered, she puked and then, fearing that the people or law enforcement might apprehend and punish her, she fled the scene, fled into the wilderness.

But she could not escape. The law enforcement agencies were hunting her and she had no supplies, nothing to survive out here. That was when some other men managed to find her and they invited her to join them.
They promised to protect her from the law and to teach her how to use her powers. Little did she know back then just to what she was about to agree.

The SSAfP took her with them and brought her to a secret location, in New York City to be precise. The Dr. happened to be there and took a look at her Psuedo Genes for science, then decided to mess around with a couple more of her cells and genes to create something slightly more resilient and with a tad bit more punch. And after the terrible operation by the Doktor, who, as usual, neglected the use of painkillers or drugs, came the men of the SS, form something useful out of that powerful but gibbering wreck of a human. As said, she was mental conditioned intensively for about a year, within which the advanced methods the SS goons emploed showed great success, eradicating the former personality of the friendly and open girl with a nice interest in dancing, replacing it with that of a cruel and ruthless young woman with an obsession over the Dance of the Dead.

Summary: Dance obsessed girl chose wrong

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Character Description

Given Name: Saoirse Lynch
Alternate Identities:
-The Leprechaun
-The London Terror Bomber
-SS Operative SS(i)-982
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Female
Age: 32 years
Species: Human
Apperance: https://www.fightersgeneration.com/nz9/injustice2/poison-ivy/poison-ivy-dc-artwork5.jpg
Characters Biggest Strength: She's an incredible tech whiz.
Characters Biggest Weakness: Isn't exactly the most obedient.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: The destruction of the UK.
Secondary Goal: Irish Anschluss and support of the SSAfP's world destruction plans
Fears: She is very afraid of irish supernatural creatures.

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: The Ravenning/Training and Experience

• Power 1: Pretty darn good Tinkerer!
  Effects: Heck, she is good at putting together some pretty advanced stuff or creating programs. She can literally build a deadly energy weapon out of a lamp.
  Weaknesses: No materials = No Tinkering around. Plus regardless of how good and effective these things are or how good she is at repairing and maintaining things, the often very...common...source of materials for her inventions does not lead to a great reliability of these invention. Sure you can build a working handheld ion cannon with a couple gaming computers and a metal shelf but good luck trying to shoot this thing more than once before the weapon's components are nothing but ash and trash and the thing falls apart.
  
  True to this she usually carries a hacking pad with her, capable of connecting with devices wirelessly or per USB.
• Power 2: Chameleon Suit
  Effects: Her best and most durable invention up to date (mainly because she received high quality materials from Haegler) is her suit. It's great really, it can take on any colour, any camouflage, even invisibility has been confirmed with her most recent tests. Not to mention safety from infrared, thermal and other observation methods.
  Weaknesses: The thing itself would need a strong EMP to stop working. Also, despite her invisibility, there is a barely noticeable shadow.
• Power 3: Stranger of Dublin
  Effects: Well, she lived her youth in poor conditions in Dublin, where she kept herself alife with pickpocketing, theft, simply being able to run away climb around to escape situation and in some cases fights. When she joined the IRA, her combat training was also furthered and when she joined the SSAfP she received new combat training once again. So, yeah, expect her to be a really agile character.
  Weaknesses: There are no weaknesses that I could come up with for that.
  Equipment: A helmet capable of several vision modes as well as a built in comms device.
  Apart from that she carries a knife as well as a RI SP5K.

Background

Occupation: Employed by the SSAfP.
Training and Education: She was trained on the streets of Dublin, thaught herself physics and chemistry with stolen books after she figured out how to read and soon how to calculate. When she joined the IRA, she received additional training and a broader education and when she joined the SSAfP she was also educated on meta humans and other paranormal activities.
Things any characters might know about them: Something about a terror bombing in London.
Group Affiliations: IRA and since recently the SSAfP.
History and Bibliography: Well, born in Dublin, given to an orphanage. Treated horribly and escaped onto the streets as soon as she could walk properly. There she lived the hard way, always starving, stealing to get money for food, doing courier jobs for criminals, running away from police or angry other children and occasionally beating someone else up when he was in the way. She got pretty good you know? By the time she was twelve, a circus director hunting for young talents tried to hire her for his acrobat team. She, masterfully showing off her skills, just ran off, climbed up a house and escaped over the rooftops. When she was 8,
she touched a book for the first time. It was a book about physics and the weird symbols and letters puzzled her, for she could not read. Not wanting to have stolen something worthless to her, she started stealing more books in order to learn reading, maths and then finally decipher that physics books. A goal she had completed only half a year later. That was quick, right? Anyway, the world of science had opened itself for her and she could only marvel at what she found and decided to delve deeper and deeper.

When she was 13, notions of nationalism finally got to her. She heard people speak badly about the british and asked them why. An especcially fanatical man held her a very lengthy and very convincing historical monologue which left an everlasting impression on her. From then on, she started hating the british, started blaming them for all the things that had gone wrong in her life, started blaming them for her misery.

She also started tinkering around with junk she found on the street and in trashbins. By the age of 13, she probably had the best and most modern selfmade homeless shelter in the city. B the age of 15, she joined the IRA and started building weapons and explosives for them. They did not allow a girl, especcially since she was so young, to fight. Growing more and more discontent, she would have left the IRA and waged her own crusade against the british if there wasn't this one friendly lad in her IRA cell. Jepp, she fell in love, a young and innocent love like so many we know. However, it was not supposed to last. When she turned 18, they were supposed to marry, as they had both chosen. But...just days before her birthday...he did not return from a mission. From the few remaining comrades she could hear, that the british Government had deployed metahumans who had simply slaughtered them. Her soon to be husband included.

After that she left her IRA cell. She just couldn't stay behind any longer. The hatred within her had just grown way too strong. She had to take direct action against the british. She set up camp alone, started building weapons for herself, bombs. She began assassinating british tourists, british policemen, all the while improving and innovating. And just recently, she made her grand debut, directly attacking the british metahuman team and surrounding police stations with a barrage of radio controlled selfmade missiles and explosives. It got her pretty high onto a wanted list. She wanted to go undercover, to wait for the sea to go quiet again but it didn't. That was when the SS found her. They told her, that they stood with the IRA since before the second world war and that a skilled terrorist such as her could do well in their ranks, for the too sought to destroy the United Kingdom eventually. The fact that they also sought to destroy Ireland mattered little to her, as her IRA membership had been dictated b hatred for the UK instead of love for Ireland.

So she was recruited, received additional training and can now be field deployed again.

Summary: Stealthy IRA Tinkerterrorist

Jesus christ my guy, how many more are there in your backlog?

[Remnants of Exilvania]

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Character Description

Given Name: Germain Muet
Alternate Identities:
-Petain's Watchdog
-Petain's Pantomime
-The silent Killer
-SS Operative SS(f)-381
-Wehrmacht Agent 73(f)
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Male
Age: 102 years
Species: Human
Apperance: http://kissthemgoodbye.net/teenwolf/albums/Season%204/Episodes/4/TEEN_WOLF_KISSTHEMGOODBYE_2827829.jpg
Characters Biggest Strength: His Special Forces Training
Characters Biggest Weakness: Being unable to voice whatever he wants to voice or articulate himself, especcially when haste is needed that is very bad.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: Live. To live and stay on top of things.
Secondary Goal: Align with the SS as he believes that they will come out on top.
Fears: Crowds..laughing condescendingly or booing, mocking him. He hates the crowds. They must all die, all be destroyed!

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: Mengele modifications & ?

• Power 1: Longevity
  Effects: Well, he obviously lives longer and has retained his strength and relative youth. Mengele, some 10 years after the end of the war tried out some new medications on poor Germain and that was the result.
  Weaknesses: Kill him
• Power 2: The deadly Mime
  Effects: Whatever Germain portrays/mimics is actually there, although invisible, the only indication of it being there being the fact that it still has a shadow and that you can feel it when he crushes your head with a mimicked sledgehammer for instance.
  The equipment disappears once he stops mimicking that it is actually there.
  Weaknesses: Shining light onto it from every direction. No, seriously, it can't really be countered combat effectivel but does one really need to? After all, the things he can portray are conventional weapons at best.
  Equipment: Several sheets of paper with english phrases on them. A pen and a couple empty sheets as well.

Background

Occupation: Employed by the SS
Training and Education: Didn't go to school in France and also not to the military. He learned for himself at home, writing and reading. When the germans came, he was made familiar with military terms. After the Liberation of France, he went underground together with other Nazi assets. In the SSAfP he was then further educated and trained in the handling of different weapons, explosives, vehicles, people etc.
Things any characters might know about them: A french child born without a mouth. A collaborator without a mouth always being with Petain during the Nazi occupation. A weird mouthless pantomime and the things he depicted coming true in terrorist attacks.
Group Affiliations: Loyal to the SSAfP
History and Bibliography: Oh poor Germain. He was born 1915 in a small secluded village near Lyon. And poor he was born with a terrible mutation. His jaws and teeth had grown together and above them nothing but skin. No lips, nothing. But despite this, his mother treated him lovingly. Sadly, his mother was not the whole village. He was mobbed, everyone mocked him, insulted him, beat and kicked him. It got so bad that his mother didn't even bother sending him to school and just kept him at home. The deeply traumatized child lived a comfy and protected life there with his mother, oblivious to the quarrels she had with the rest of the town, calling him an abomination sent by the devil.

But alas, all things come to an end. And for Germain it came with the return of his father. His father had been the highly patriotic, no nationalistic type and had volunteered right at the start of the war. After the war was over, his father stayed in the army, wanting to occupy Germany and really put those germans back in their place. So he stayed in the Rhineland untill 1925. And when he returned, his first reaction upon seeing his child, was smacking him so hard that he nearly broke his neck. And then he went after Germain's mother. Let's just say this much, her screams followed poor Germain for a long time. And ou know, the next moning,
when his father was still sleeping, drunk, his dead wife next to him in the bed, Germain entered the room. Oh, how much he wanted to kill this man who called himself his father. Heck, he just imagined how good it would feel to bury an axe in his skull and made the same motion with his hands, as if he would hack right into his father's skull.

Guess how shocked and surprised he was, when the skull of his father was quite literally deeply penetrated by an invisible blade. Trembling he looked at his arms, not realizing what was going on. It took him a while to grasp the fact that he had just committed actual murder. So, yeah, he tried to flee the scene but eventually got caught by french law enforcement. He was put into a special school for the mentall deranged or handicapped as his condition sure was a handicap. The staff there was reall abusive but he lived through, his hatred for the people, the country and the system ever increasing. Luckily, when he had finally grown up and started working low paid chance jobs, there was a new hope rising in the east. The Nazi state, the state whose aggressive rethoric and hatred towards this country he too hated would wipe it out soon enough. Meanwhile he also worked on his abilities. He learned about memes and felt strangely connected to them, mostly due to the fact that they should not speak and he could not while they portrayed things and when he portrayed things, they became real. He started taking lessons from a former mime who was now living in poor conditions and had become an alcoholic to get a better grip on his abilities.

When the germans invaded he was ready and approached the advancing Wehrmacht forces. Hoping to impress them, he showed off his abilities and got a free ticket into their meta human program. But trust for a frenchman was not high and with the establishment of Vichy France they sent him to watch Petain, to keep an eye on events down there and dispose of those in Vichy France that would act against Germany's interests.
He butchered many more patriotic compatriots. Too bad that Germany lost the war. Realising that he had associated himself with the losers and would probabl be executed for his crimes, he fled with the retreating germans before eventually going undercover in Switzerland. Years later, he met again with Haegler, who was reorganizing the remains of the Reich and took the offered position to secure himself a decent standard of living again. He's been a reliable terrorist and assasin ever since then.

Summary: French mute Mime Terrorist

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Character Description

Given Name: Wendy Pennans
Alternate Identities:
-The Black Ballerina
-SS Operative SS(a)-1046
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Female
Age: 18 years
Species: Human
Apperance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/44/f1/43/44f1435fa6823d730e1245eed55ee22f--ms-marvel-captain-marvel.jpg
Characters Biggest Strength: She actually is really really good at dancing under pretty much all and any circumstances.
Characters Biggest Weakness: Insecure, shy and traumatized by both the first use of her power and the treatment she later received from the SS.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: To bring about the Totentanz (Dance of the Dead).
Secondary Goal: Loyalty to the SSAfP and Haegler
Fears: To break her and reshape her in their image, the SS needed to make her truly fear something. So they decided to develop a deep fear of a porcellain masks in her. How? Well, the man who was trusted with handling her mental conditioning always went in with such a mask on and called himself the Phantom of the Opera before doing terrible things to her.

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: Psuedo Gene

• Power 1: Superstrength
  Effects: This good lad ain't as fragile as she looks. She has way above average endurance, stamina and strength, being capable of lifting up to 4 t into the air.
  Weaknesses: What stops it? Greater power or protection capable of holding up against her power! But a direct counter reducing her to the powerlevel of an average human? Nah, the changes Dr. Mengele made to her are permanent.
• Power 2: Lightning Dance
  Effects: When she dances, she gets continuosly faster, which evens out after three minutes. After three minutes, she also has another ability available, which is a small range teleport for about 50 m distances max. The teleport happens near instantaneous, with lightning coming from the sky and striking her, before coming down on her chosen spot again and her reappearing there. The impact of the lightning has about the same effects on other in the area as that of regular lightning hitting there.
  
  This teleportation also works on longer ranges and it also works together with other people, although for that to function, she needs to touch them. Don't worry, although her hands are gloved, it still works. For the longer range one she has to dance longer but the location she wants to teleport to needs to have a stage. Long range teleportations work only onto performance stages.
  
  It must also be mentioned that the dance is kind of like a martial art for her. Kicks, hits, dodges, evasive actions, taunts etc. are all part of a gracious dance.
  Weaknesses: The addition of speed cannot be directly stopped other than by interrupting her dance. The teleportation on the other hand...well splash a decent amount of water onto her or the area, and the lightning will strike her unconscious. But be aware, it still has the same effects on others in the area, maybe altered by the water but that only how a natural lightning strike would react to water on the scene. Also, the teleportation will still take place, she will ust appear in the new location unconscious.
  Equipment: -

Background

Occupation: Employed by the SSAfP.
Training and Education: Regular American School progression in Minnesota untill end of Highschool.
Things any characters might know about them: Search warrant in connection with a school massacre.
Group Affiliations: SSAfP.
History and Bibliography: You know, for most of her life, and if things would've gone like Wendy would've preferred them, things were completely normal for her. She lived a normal girls life in Minnesota. Well,
almost normal if it hadn't been for her great affection for dancing. Already at age 4 she had managd to annoy her parents into hiring a dancing teacher for her. By the time she was fourteen, she was already better than all the dancing teachers and courses they offered in the area and had to continue by teaching herself. So eh, things went well and she was coming close to ending High School with 17. But she didn't just want to go out,
no so long had she been dancing, why should she not share her talent? She asked to make a performance during the ceremonies and it got approved.

When the day finally came, she stepped onto the stage, into the bright light and before the crowd. And then she started dancing. And she danced and danced and danced, slightly blushing at the "ahs" and "ohs" she could hear from the audience. But it was now that her Psuedo Gene activated, a fact that she at first didn't notice. That was untill she teleported for the first time. It was a weird feeling to say the least and when she could see something again, she was there inbetween the audience, surrounded by screams, blood, the smell of burned flesh, charred wood and all the other things. It was horrifying to her, she staggered, she puked and then, fearing that the people or law enforcement might apprehend and punish her, she fled the scene, fled into the wilderness.

But she could not escape. The law enforcement agencies were hunting her and she had no supplies, nothing to survive out here. That was when some other men managed to find her and they invited her to join them.
They promised to protect her from the law and to teach her how to use her powers. Little did she know back then just to what she was about to agree.

The SSAfP took her with them and brought her to a secret location, in New York City to be precise. The Dr. happened to be there and took a look at her Psuedo Genes for science, then decided to mess around with a couple more of her cells and genes to create something slightly more resilient and with a tad bit more punch. And after the terrible operation by the Doktor, who, as usual, neglected the use of painkillers or drugs, came the men of the SS, form something useful out of that powerful but gibbering wreck of a human. As said, she was mental conditioned intensively for about a year, within which the advanced methods the SS goons emploed showed great success, eradicating the former personality of the friendly and open girl with a nice interest in dancing, replacing it with that of a cruel and ruthless young woman with an obsession over the Dance of the Dead.

Summary: Dance obsessed girl chose wrong

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Character Description

Given Name: Saoirse Lynch
Alternate Identities:
-The Leprechaun
-The London Terror Bomber
-SS Operative SS(i)-982
Legal Status: Organized Criminal
Gender: Female
Age: 32 years
Species: Human
Apperance: https://www.fightersgeneration.com/nz9/injustice2/poison-ivy/poison-ivy-dc-artwork5.jpg
Characters Biggest Strength: She's an incredible tech whiz.
Characters Biggest Weakness: Isn't exactly the most obedient.

Motivations and Desires

Primary Goal: The destruction of the UK.
Secondary Goal: Irish Anschluss and support of the SSAfP's world destruction plans
Fears: She is very afraid of irish supernatural creatures.

Powers

Primary Source of Powers: The Ravenning/Training and Experience

• Power 1: Pretty darn good Tinkerer!
  Effects: Heck, she is good at putting together some pretty advanced stuff or creating programs. She can literally build a deadly energy weapon out of a lamp.
  Weaknesses: No materials = No Tinkering around. Plus regardless of how good and effective these things are or how good she is at repairing and maintaining things, the often very...common...source of materials for her inventions does not lead to a great reliability of these invention. Sure you can build a working handheld ion cannon with a couple gaming computers and a metal shelf but good luck trying to shoot this thing more than once before the weapon's components are nothing but ash and trash and the thing falls apart.
  
  True to this she usually carries a hacking pad with her, capable of connecting with devices wirelessly or per USB.
• Power 2: Chameleon Suit
  Effects: Her best and most durable invention up to date (mainly because she received high quality materials from Haegler) is her suit. It's great really, it can take on any colour, any camouflage, even invisibility has been confirmed with her most recent tests. Not to mention safety from infrared, thermal and other observation methods.
  Weaknesses: The thing itself would need a strong EMP to stop working. Also, despite her invisibility, there is a barely noticeable shadow.
• Power 3: Stranger of Dublin
  Effects: Well, she lived her youth in poor conditions in Dublin, where she kept herself alife with pickpocketing, theft, simply being able to run away climb around to escape situation and in some cases fights. When she joined the IRA, her combat training was also furthered and when she joined the SSAfP she received new combat training once again. So, yeah, expect her to be a really agile character.
  Weaknesses: There are no weaknesses that I could come up with for that.
  Equipment: A helmet capable of several vision modes as well as a built in comms device.
  Apart from that she carries a knife as well as a RI SP5K.

Background

Occupation: Employed by the SSAfP.
Training and Education: She was trained on the streets of Dublin, thaught herself physics and chemistry with stolen books after she figured out how to read and soon how to calculate. When she joined the IRA, she received additional training and a broader education and when she joined the SSAfP she was also educated on meta humans and other paranormal activities.
Things any characters might know about them: Something about a terror bombing in London.
Group Affiliations: IRA and since recently the SSAfP.
History and Bibliography: Well, born in Dublin, given to an orphanage. Treated horribly and escaped onto the streets as soon as she could walk properly. There she lived the hard way, always starving, stealing to get money for food, doing courier jobs for criminals, running away from police or angry other children and occasionally beating someone else up when he was in the way. She got pretty good you know? By the time she was twelve, a circus director hunting for young talents tried to hire her for his acrobat team. She, masterfully showing off her skills, just ran off, climbed up a house and escaped over the rooftops. When she was 8,
she touched a book for the first time. It was a book about physics and the weird symbols and letters puzzled her, for she could not read. Not wanting to have stolen something worthless to her, she started stealing more books in order to learn reading, maths and then finally decipher that physics books. A goal she had completed only half a year later. That was quick, right? Anyway, the world of science had opened itself for her and she could only marvel at what she found and decided to delve deeper and deeper.

When she was 13, notions of nationalism finally got to her. She heard people speak badly about the british and asked them why. An especcially fanatical man held her a very lengthy and very convincing historical monologue which left an everlasting impression on her. From then on, she started hating the british, started blaming them for all the things that had gone wrong in her life, started blaming them for her misery.

She also started tinkering around with junk she found on the street and in trashbins. By the age of 13, she probably had the best and most modern selfmade homeless shelter in the city. B the age of 15, she joined the IRA and started building weapons and explosives for them. They did not allow a girl, especcially since she was so young, to fight. Growing more and more discontent, she would have left the IRA and waged her own crusade against the british if there wasn't this one friendly lad in her IRA cell. Jepp, she fell in love, a young and innocent love like so many we know. However, it was not supposed to last. When she turned 18, they were supposed to marry, as they had both chosen. But...just days before her birthday...he did not return from a mission. From the few remaining comrades she could hear, that the british Government had deployed metahumans who had simply slaughtered them. Her soon to be husband included.

After that she left her IRA cell. She just couldn't stay behind any longer. The hatred within her had just grown way too strong. She had to take direct action against the british. She set up camp alone, started building weapons for herself, bombs. She began assassinating british tourists, british policemen, all the while improving and innovating. And just recently, she made her grand debut, directly attacking the british metahuman team and surrounding police stations with a barrage of radio controlled selfmade missiles and explosives. It got her pretty high onto a wanted list. She wanted to go undercover, to wait for the sea to go quiet again but it didn't. That was when the SS found her. They told her, that they stood with the IRA since before the second world war and that a skilled terrorist such as her could do well in their ranks, for the too sought to destroy the United Kingdom eventually. The fact that they also sought to destroy Ireland mattered little to her, as her IRA membership had been dictated b hatred for the UK instead of love for Ireland.

So she was recruited, received additional training and can now be field deployed again.

Summary: Stealthy IRA Tinkerterrorist

Jesus christ my guy, how many more are there in your backlog?

2 more for which I currently have vague ideas. Not sure yet if I am going to add them. Anyway, gonna tweak those power levels first a tad bit.
Besides, I am the main supplier of named villains, makes sense that I actually start supplying some.

[Remnants of Exilvania]

I am especcially proud that my organisation has moved from the german only that existed at the beginning to a more multinational, varied thing.
Now I have 3 germans, 1 czech, 1 hungarian, 1 russian, 1 american, 1 irish and 1 french. Of course that only if the latest batch is accepted.

[Kingdom of Irhk]

I am especcially proud that my organisation has moved from the german onl that existed at the beginning to a more multinational, varied thing.
Now I have 3 germans, 1 czech, 1 hungarian, 1 russian, 1 american, 1 irish and 1 french. Of course that only if the latest batch is accepted.

Worldwide nazism.