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Name:

Alias: (Name for your person in disguise.)

Gender:

Age:

Appearance: (Both images and descriptions will suffice.)

Personality: (Try not to just list traits off.)

Power: (Choose any power that isn't too OP. Based on that, view the information section for which category your power follows-- Record in next section.)

Power Category: (Read the information section and above.)

Background:

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The OCs below will be those controlled by me and admins @katatonical and @Derpy_Executor. 

The information about characters, or even the presence of characters in this section of the page are based on Azure's knowledge of the characters. If he doesn't know about them, then you're not going to find them here. This means if a character appears, you're not going to know about it unless you're a big fan of stalking chains.

"A little chat with this guy, and you've already lost five hundred bucks. Trust me. Say what you will about his morals, but he's damn good at his job." - Unknown

Name: "That sort of information isn't up for sale, you know. Secrecy is an informant's best friend, in more ways than one." A smirk passed over the surprisingly young man's lips for the briefest of moments. (Yin Min Hue)
Alias: "How did you even find me without knowing it? You're either very smart, or very dumb, and I'm not sure which one I'd be more surprised at." A smile tugged at his lips. (Azure)
Gender: "You know, my friends would probably have a field day with you, you know that?" He whistled, seemingly unable to keep himself from being amused. (Male)
Age: "Oh, I'll gladly tell you that. Well, for a price of course. I will give you a hint though, I'm one of those sprightly 'look like a teenage boy' types." (23)
Personality: "I'd sell that information to you, but even I don't know how to tell it to you. Sorry man, but I'm not about to sell fake information." He shrugged, speaking in a good natured tone. (Yin Min is an amoral person, though unlike most with abilities he doesn't fight for the highest bidder, but instead he sells information and keeps secret for whoever is willing to pay. His integrity is near impossible to compromise, but at heart he's a very selfish person and there's no point to knowing everything and having all sorts of money if you're not alive to spend it. When pushed to the edge he becomes vicious and mercantile, so... try not to do that. In conversation he is highly playful, teasing, flirting and doing the most shameless things simply because of his ability. It also works handily as a stalling strategy.)
Power: "Ho ho ho, that's funny. You're a real comedian, aren't you?" He chuckled, then paused comically. "Wait, you don't actually know?" Unable to restrain himself, he burst into uproarious laughter. (Gambol Shroud: Yin Min has a passive ability that causes him to become next to impossible to commit to memory. Talk to him for thirty seconds and you'll wonder if he was even real. Thirty minutes, and maybe you'll remember what his hair looks like. When line of sight is broken what you remember about him almost completely disappears, but if you hold one of his possessions you'll remember him how you would with anyone else. When you make line of sight with him again, you remember everything you'd normally remember about him again.)
Power Category: "I'll give you a hint." He taps against the side of his temple, a faint purple glow emanating from the area. (Psionic)
Background: "You're a real nosy fellow, you know that? Yes, I know I'm one too, but it's part of my job! You're just exceptionally annoying." (Yin Min was born to a rather wealthy family that dabbled into the research of Meld (Father was Chinese, Mother was Canadian). Exposed to so much Meld, rather than the trace particles in the air his ability was unlocked at a rapid pace, and he was able to consciously make people forget about him as a small child. What he didn't know was that his mother and father had taken a more than sizeable loan from a less than trustworthy contact. Their collateral? Before, it had just been their property. But now that they had a son with such a useful ability which barely required any Meld thanks to his continued exposure to the substance? Well, it was obvious what- or rather who, their contact wanted. So, they took him and trained him, taught him in the way of the criminal underworld on a global scene. Eventually though, Yin gained enough influence to break free of the man's grasp and returned to Angler city where he was born in an attempt to find his parents. On his path to do so he's learnt almost everything there is to learn about the city, about the criminals that reside there and the 'heroes' who protect innocents. So far he's been trading this information for assets, favours and money in order to continue his search.)
Bondmate: None

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"Christopher Halcyon, your classic superhero with a double life! Second-in-Command of Halcyon corporation, leader of Argus and also goes by the alias of Rapier. Have to admit, I don't know how he juggles all of it." - Azure

Name: "The name's Christopher. Christopher Halcyon." He held his hand out to shake, an easy smile on his face. "It's nice to meet you."
Alias: "Pardon? An alias, like one of those heroes? I thought that the rumours had stopped spreading. Clearly, I was wrong." He frowned, concern written quite clearly on his face, but a calculating light entered his eyes. (Rapier)
Gender: "I'm male. Does my appearance suggest otherwise?" He tilted his head to the side in a nearly imperceptible fashion, a glimmer of amusement entering his otherwise all but impassive face.
Age: "This seems a tad on the personal side, don't you think?" (26)
Personality: He simply raised an eyebrow in response. (Whatever personality there is to Christopher is more often than not hidden behind a facade. This facade is reserved, moderate and charitable, the type of personality that pleases everyone regardless of their political stance. In reality he's both cynical and a starry-eyed idealist who wants the best for everyone. He's cynical because he's seen atrocities and knows that not everyone gets a happy ending, nor does everyone deserve it, that not everything can be solved without coming to blows, and yet he'd gladly talk and talk until his bones turned to dust if that was the case. In conversation he is normally serious, and any humour he happens to make is generally more tasteful and self-deprecating. He's also a fan of charming anecdotes and stories, even when he knows that they are exaggerated or false. He's highly observant and possesses empathy, perhaps an excessive amount if the word of those around him is anything to go by. Because of these combined traits he's an effective advice giver. As a leader he's charismatic, collected and constantly composed. However, he's also a person with few coping mechanisms and rarely sincerely apologises to anyone, so if he lets his facade down around you, don't be surprised when he becomes angry. But that's not to say that he's a horrid person at heart. In fact, he's almost childish in the way that he treats relationships and emotions, taking very simple (if rather excessive in terms of effort) measures in order to try and fix things. Because he has few friends, he becomes highly emotionally dependent on them and when they're not around he can become sullen. If his friends are happy though, so is he, but in turn it's very easy to all but completely destroy the logical decision making he prides himself on by targeting the ones closest to him.)
Power: "Well that's a question that's far easier to answer for you." A sincere smile tugged at his lips as he raised a hand, cupping his palm. "It's nothing much, but it's something." A flickering purple flame appeared, though it didn't crackle and burn so much as roar. Where other flames danced around, his seemed to fade and dissipate in a far more gas-like manner. "It's my mother's. Inherited it from her." He spoke wistfully. "Sangria Ember." (Christopher's ability is to create plasma, but unlike conventional plasmas which have to be superheated in order to reach their state of matter, his is normally cold to the touch unless prompted otherwise. However, in combat he sets it to incredibly high heats, capable of scorching next to any material. He can blast it out of his hands, but it's not very concentrated. He can't actually control the direction or shape of the plasma he generates, but thanks to equipment that exerts an electromagnetic field, he's capable of shaping them.)
Power Category: "You'd think it would be Matter, but surprisingly enough it's Bending Reality." Christopher spoke in a tone similar to that of a teacher musing about a topic before snapping back into reality.
Background: "I'd hate to sound arrogant, but you can find it on Wikipedia." The look on his face had a glimmer of pride despite his words. (Christopher Halcyon is the heir to the Halcyon Meld Refinement Corporation, one of the largest private companies involved in the ever growing Meld industry. Currently, he's second in command to the company, but he's also the posterboy, the face of Halcyon. His parents, Adam Halcyon and Anne Mercier loved him, doted on him, and spent as much time as they could afford to spend with him despite the burdens of their jobs, as the CEO of Halcyon and a psychotherapist respectively. When Christopher was a teenager, his mother was kidnapped and taken hostage for a ransom. The price for his mother's life? Meld. Lots of it. Even as a teenager, he understood that they couldn't just hand it over to potential terrorists. Vigilantes attempted to rescue her, and the worst happened. They executed Anne Mercier. Christopher was absolutely devastated. If he'd just given them the Meld then maybe his mother would have lived! But no, that made no difference. If he'd given them the Meld maybe it wouldn't have been his mother. It would've been the mothers, the fathers, the children of countless other people, and he couldn't in good conscience say that was the price he was willing to pay for his mother's life, as much as he loved her. So what else was there that could've been done differently? When he looked at it, it was the incompetence of the vigilantes that had caused his mother's death, hadn't it? But the vigilantes, as abysmal as their skills were, were next to the only thing keeping superpowered crime from running rampant. What if he could establish a better armed, better trained version of them to replace them? It would be illegal, but it could also do so much for the city! He might even be able to spread it to more and more places until it became self sustaining! But to do that, he needed influence, assets and money. To the outside world, instead of simply accepting his mother's death as the past it drove him forwards, to greater heights. His father had intended to let Christopher grieve, to give him several years before he started learning the ropes. His son refused to listen, and instead began pushing himself until he was practically a seasoned businessman by the time he was an adult. By siphoning small amounts of property, money and Meld from his position as second in command, he's made the faction known as Argus and currently, it's one of the largest factions out there and has done an admirable job at keeping crime at bay. However, in the last few months it seems that there's been a bit of a crime wave of sorts.)

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"Robin Grey. Now she's interesting. Someone oughta make a movie out of her life. It's your classic redemption story, though I doubt people would be pleased by her... less than unblemished moral sense. Still, I'm not much better." - Azure

Name: "You're funny, like I'd give you that without a price. Give me a single reason why you should continue speaking." (Robin Grey)
Alias: "I like to take things into my own hands, if you don't mind." She grinned, smiling with sweet sarcasm. (Osprey)
Gender: "Do I look, or sound, like a male?" (Female)
Age: "Older than I look." She frowned. It was true. (23)
Personality: "Mm, that's a good question," she spoke softly this time, her eyes sparkling. "There's probably a lot you'd like to know, you simply won't get to. I don't put up with this." Her smile faded. (Robin is a troubled girl, typically speaking with anger and sarcasm in her voice to conceal what she's truly feeling. Her first response to anything is defensive, even if she doesn't verbally say so. She doesn't appreciate losing, and likes to do what she wants, whenever she wants. To everyone else, she is a leader to never be messed with. Those who get the privilege of truly knowing her will awaken her emotion, in which she doesn't hide behind a veil of anger. In reality, she's got a sense of humor, and quite a bit of energy in her. It is not often to see her like this, and it's often played off as a drunk babbling.)
Power: Robin glanced away, folding her arms. "I suppose it's the classic, as you might assume." She sighed, even if hiding how pleased she was with her gift. "Does telekinesis ring a bell?" (Robin is able to levitate objects of certain sizes to her will. The larger the object, the more energy it takes. She does not have to see or be in the same room as what she lifts, as she can feel the presence of objects around her without so much as a thought over it. With simple waves of her hands, things can go flying. This proves exceptionally useful while her enemies are trapped in the darkness, for she can sense human presence as well, although cannot control it. When lifting organic matter, she has a much harder time considering it takes more focus.)
Power Category: "Is it truly that hard to figure out? Think about it," she snapped. (Matter)
Background: Robin paused, allowing a shiver to escape her body. She didn't say anything, crossing her arms. There was no sarcastic retort to this one. (As a young girl, Robin was raised into a neighborhood of crime, gang violence, and misused abilities. She quickly found her home in a gang known as the Kings due to her hard shell and smart mouth. By being able to levitate objects, she stole often, gaining minor riches and weaponry all for the fun of it. Her happiest days started there, up until she became a teenager and experienced the truth behind what she devoted her life to. Her best friend at the time, Allyne, had been shot and killed in a gang war, where out of anger, Robin pulled the bullet out of Allyne's chest and used it to kill the rest. She was forced to lie to the police even while wanting justice to keep the Kings safe. A few more years of smoking, alcohol, and drugs passed before she decided to flip her life around. She was a messy near adult then, with a carefree attitude, and a regret for being born in the first place. When her mother died of a heart attack, she gifted her with an old pair of antique boxing gloves that her descendants had used once upon a time ago. 'They mean courage,' her mother had said on her literal deathbed. 'And I know you have courage. You just have to put it in the right place.' With new strength, she set to wrong the evils she had experienced herself while keeping her tough shell and lip. Robin figured that if she were to kill or steal, she was to do it for the right reasons. A group of troubled men and women approached her after a few months of solo work, and the first official vigilante group was formed, with her as their leader. The many that have banded with her named themselves the Osprey, and with that, they became the enemies of both justice leaders and the most dangerous men and women there were.)

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Name: "Elias. A pleasure to meet you." The man gives a wide smile and leaned forward, offering a hand to shake. (Elias Vermillion.)
Alias: "You've never heard of me? Excellent." Elias clearly disliked his reputation as a brutal vigilante on the battlefield, and found it refreshing to find one that didn't know about his alias.(Mute.)
Gender: "Well I certainly don't look like a woman, do I?" The hunter-turned-vigilante grinned jokingly. (Male.)
Age: "Well I'm not much older than I look. Twenty two." The man shrugs, looking just slightly bored. (22.)
Appearance: "Well... just look at me." Elias grins and seemingly pulls a mask out of nowhere, putting it on and deliberately adding a reverb effect with his power. "No, I am your father." He chuckles and puts the mask away. 

(That's his suit, with the slight modification of a duct-taped "X" on the mouthpiece. Elias has dark skin and dark, messy copper hair that has a long fringe and a cowlick. He wears a sleeveless, muted orange zipper vest with black lining and a high collar, a pair of black jeans, and brown, laced shoes.)
Personality: "Well, that's not a question I get often. I suppose you're just gonna have to find out. If anything, I'm pretty sure that most people know me better than I do myself." The man shrugged, seeming a bit disappointed at not answering the question quite so well.(Elias is an incredibly trustworthy person who rarely hides his own emotions or thoughts, contrary to expectations of his role in the Vipers. Compared to his leader, the man is quiet and calmer, the only reason why a good portion of the Vipers' operations succeed due to his planning. Even though he's a good tactician, the Viper has no qualms about getting his hands dirty, being brutally efficient and even starting his own one-man terror campaigns. While he's certainly a scary guy on the battlefield, anywhere else, he's that guy that everyone confides in. One last thing, the man has grown to use less and less wireless technology simply because of his power and being aware of just how dangerous it is to be reliant on certain technologies.)
Power: "I was wondering when you'd get onto that. Watch this." He gave a sly grin, an unnerving silence filling the space. His mouth opens and closes like a goldfish in a fair approximation, and there's no noise to be heard. "And that's why they call me Mute." (Mute - The ability to reduce or completely nullify, boost, or generate sound in a field around himself, or near him. Boosted with Meld, the radius can be a full 5 meters wide. The fields can be cast at up to 15 meters range, but the effect decreases over distance, and the energy used up increases. Line of sight is not required.)
Power Category: "Well, that's actually a fair question. There's certainly a plethora of ways to go about doing what I do, but I'm told that I bend reality." Elias looked thoughtful for a moment, as though he were mulling over an idea. Catching it and remembering he was with company, he quickly returns his attention. (Bending Reality.)
Background: Mute grimaced rather undiplomatically, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "I'd prefer if we didn't talk about that. That's... fine with you, right?" (Elias was a hunter when he was young, raised only by his father, who taught him a plethora of practical, if outdated, skills. Unfortunately, his father was returning from work one day, and was approached by a mugger. Even with his formidable skills with a knife, one never brought a knife to a gunfight. The man bled out before first responders could even arrive, leaving the teenager by himself. Of course, blaming the police's incompetence as well as the rampant crime of Angler City, he began some independent vigilante work, putting his hunter's skills to good use. Being in the right place and time, Elias was one of the first to encourage Robin to set up what would eventually become the Vipers, and after proving his worth, he was promoted to the deputy. As the moderate of Viper's leadership, Elias was one of the main factors responsible for the cooperation between the two vigilante groups.)

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Name: "You don't know?" Lain pulls off a perfectly acted chuckle, leaning forward. "No, I wouldn't expect you to. There's a reason why I've lasted here so long, so no, I'm afraid you're never going to know." (Lain Falstro.)
Alias: "Now that, that surprises me." Were it not for the intricately made mask covering his face, one would have seen the man giving a smirk. "Have you been living under a rock?" (Geist.)
Gender: "I'm sorry," Geist looked incredulous, taken aback, but it was all a façade. "Excuse me? I don't look like a woman, do I?" (Male.)
Age: "You're not that bright, are you? I haven't told you anything yet, and I won't be any time soon." Lain leans into his seat, only just amused at this point. (25.)
Appearance: Lain has an almost youthful appearance, and a light and rather skinny stature to match it. His skin is pale, indicating just how little he goes out. In terms of clothing, he wears the most plain set of t-shirt and jeans.
Personality: "What do you see right now?" Lain holds his hand out in a gesture similar to a shrug, albeit inus the shoulder motions. "I have to admit, this is the first time someone outside of my ring has seen me like this." (Lain, or Geist, as he's better known, is known to be an adrenaline junkie. He operates solely for his own amusement and gain, rarely bothering to do anything otherwise, leaving criminal psychologists believing him to be a psychopath or sociopath, of which he is the latter. When hyped up, or on an adrenaline high, the man's energetic, almost bloodthirsty. However, these highs only last so long, and when they end he's almost apathetic, almost uninfluenced by emotion, making him quite the tactician when planning for his next big heist, which has also helped him stay as long as he has as the leader of so many criminals. One of the few pleasures he enjoys during this state is simply being snarky, trying to agitate a person enough to elicit just enough to give him a sense of control.)
Power: "Considering you've been living under a rock for your entire life, I'll humour you." Lain smirked under his mask, clicking his fingers in an unnecessary and ostentatious display, a black and red portal appearing at his side. (Portals - Can create portals generally large enough for a person to fit through, allowing for instantaneous travel kilometers away.)
Power Category: "I-" Lain's body language suggested that he could barely believe someone wouldn't understand his category, but was all once again, a farce. "You can find that out for yourself." (Bending Reality.)
Background: "No." Lain's posture shifts into a completely neutral one, the only sign of his aversion to the question apart from his reply being the slight tension entering his body. He very clearly won't disclose it. (Originally raised in a well-off family, the Falstros, Lain lived a sheltered life. His every move was watched over and guided by his parents. This all changed when his powers began to manifest, opening a fair few doors for him, literally and metaphorically. What started as an adrenaline-inducing hobby, petty theft, began escalating as his addiction to the intense excitement only grew worse, at points even attacking police officers and succeeding. What he didn't know about his family was that they were highly involved with certain crime rings, at least until they began seeking some form of payback for botched deals and promises. What began with his family's friends and workers being attacked eventually escalated into his parents being killed while they were out of the city. By now aware of exactly which rings his family was involved in, and using the connections his parents had within the police force, Lain began dismantling each ring, one at a time in a merciless guerilla war, his motivation not for revenge, no, it was for his own personal gain, with just a smidge of adrenaline. In less than two year's time, every ring that even had remotely any connection to his family was left in pieces. Pieces that Lain began to piece up and put together. Years later, the rings have almost fully integrated, with Lain at the top.)

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