RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST TWO: LIGHT AND DARKNESS! SUBMISSIONS WELCOME!]
01-14-2014, 04:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-15-2014, 12:43 AM by Elpie.)
Username: elpie
Name: Fiona "Yona" Saulson kind-of-a.k.a. the Black Cape
Species: Meta-ish Human
Gender: Lady
Color: In brightest day, in blackest night
Description: A seventeen-year-old black girl currently clad in a black sweater, pants, and ski cap. Yona carefully cultivated the image of a starving inner-city orphan (she isn't actually an orphan) as long as it suited her, and as she grows into womanhood is finding that it has stuck--she remains short, skinny and pale no matter how much she eat or how fit she gets (and she's been eating well and hitting the gym often in the past year).
Yona is easygoing and sociable, if a bit brusque, amongst her friends, colleagues, or anyone with whom she feels she might share a common purpose. To strangers, her parents, or anyone she views as a symbol of adult authority, she tends to keep her head low and speak in monosyllables. Not much of a planner, she only really comes alive as part of a team.
Yona has deep moral convictions which she comes to loathe when brought to associate them with her father.
Weapons/Abilities: Yona has a still-developing talent for communing with electrical systems, which she has mostly employed in the past in order to induce localized blackouts spanning up to a few city blocks. To say she "talks" to networks wouldn't quite be accurate--she describes it more as a process of beating them into submission until they start bribing her to go away. Still, she feels like with more practice, she'll be able to have the sort of badass technopathy powers that every soft-sci-fi network TV procedural eventually allots to a guest star. More complex systems seem more willing to comply with her demands, up to a point--a Game Boy is hard, the Internet is hard, the city electrical grid is juuuuuuust right.
These powers are definitely more of a hammer than a chisel, at least for the time being. Because it felt the least like robbery out of any way to monetize her powers, she tried going onto the bank's website and directly raise her savings balance. She was excited when the numbers began to rise before she realized that she hadn't done anything beyond convincing Firefox to display a higher number. Dumb piece-of-shit superpowers.
Biography: The ludicrously corrupt sanitation department of Matthew 7:25 City were running out of places to safely and legally dispose of their surplus Hyperfluoride, a radioactive waste product produced by metahuman battles. They had to have considered the possibility that gradually introducing it into the drinking water would produce more metahumans and exacerbate the problem, but the lumbering bureaucracy-brain of the 725 starting dumping before the independent-thought memo got past the photocopying stage. To their credit, most of the new power manifestations generated by the dumping program were benign but useless.
A group of loosely acquainted teenagers who frequented a certain water fountain at a certain high school in the crime-stricken neighborhood of Sandbar South were, for whatever reason, hit particularly hard. This included Yona, as well as a textilkene, a ventriloquist, a low-level empath, and a half-decent clairvoyant. All of them felt that need that all irradiated lower-class teens feel at around this time in their life--the need to give back to the community by fighting back against the criminal elements and corrupt authorities that plague their neighborhoods. However, none of them could do it alone.
It was Bryce, the clairvoyant, who realized that the well-coordinated combination of a localized blackout, a textilkinetically controlled cape, some strange noises from all around, and a burst of empathically induced fear could simulate the presence of a real urban vigilante, operating under the nom de guerre of the Black Cape. The trick was to keep the gangs (and, when need be, cops) afraid and off-balance enough not to realize that the Black Cape, upon swooping down from the shadows, never seemed to hit anyone very hard or bring anyone into custody, despite his threats. After some months of this, the group got good enough to actually convince a few people to turn themselves in, solidifying the legend somewhat.
Whether the group found a way to continue to function without Yona's ability to shut off street lights and security cameras is unknown and irrelevant to the story at hand.
Name: Fiona "Yona" Saulson kind-of-a.k.a. the Black Cape
Species: Meta-ish Human
Gender: Lady
Color: In brightest day, in blackest night
Description: A seventeen-year-old black girl currently clad in a black sweater, pants, and ski cap. Yona carefully cultivated the image of a starving inner-city orphan (she isn't actually an orphan) as long as it suited her, and as she grows into womanhood is finding that it has stuck--she remains short, skinny and pale no matter how much she eat or how fit she gets (and she's been eating well and hitting the gym often in the past year).
Yona is easygoing and sociable, if a bit brusque, amongst her friends, colleagues, or anyone with whom she feels she might share a common purpose. To strangers, her parents, or anyone she views as a symbol of adult authority, she tends to keep her head low and speak in monosyllables. Not much of a planner, she only really comes alive as part of a team.
Yona has deep moral convictions which she comes to loathe when brought to associate them with her father.
Weapons/Abilities: Yona has a still-developing talent for communing with electrical systems, which she has mostly employed in the past in order to induce localized blackouts spanning up to a few city blocks. To say she "talks" to networks wouldn't quite be accurate--she describes it more as a process of beating them into submission until they start bribing her to go away. Still, she feels like with more practice, she'll be able to have the sort of badass technopathy powers that every soft-sci-fi network TV procedural eventually allots to a guest star. More complex systems seem more willing to comply with her demands, up to a point--a Game Boy is hard, the Internet is hard, the city electrical grid is juuuuuuust right.
These powers are definitely more of a hammer than a chisel, at least for the time being. Because it felt the least like robbery out of any way to monetize her powers, she tried going onto the bank's website and directly raise her savings balance. She was excited when the numbers began to rise before she realized that she hadn't done anything beyond convincing Firefox to display a higher number. Dumb piece-of-shit superpowers.
Biography: The ludicrously corrupt sanitation department of Matthew 7:25 City were running out of places to safely and legally dispose of their surplus Hyperfluoride, a radioactive waste product produced by metahuman battles. They had to have considered the possibility that gradually introducing it into the drinking water would produce more metahumans and exacerbate the problem, but the lumbering bureaucracy-brain of the 725 starting dumping before the independent-thought memo got past the photocopying stage. To their credit, most of the new power manifestations generated by the dumping program were benign but useless.
A group of loosely acquainted teenagers who frequented a certain water fountain at a certain high school in the crime-stricken neighborhood of Sandbar South were, for whatever reason, hit particularly hard. This included Yona, as well as a textilkene, a ventriloquist, a low-level empath, and a half-decent clairvoyant. All of them felt that need that all irradiated lower-class teens feel at around this time in their life--the need to give back to the community by fighting back against the criminal elements and corrupt authorities that plague their neighborhoods. However, none of them could do it alone.
It was Bryce, the clairvoyant, who realized that the well-coordinated combination of a localized blackout, a textilkinetically controlled cape, some strange noises from all around, and a burst of empathically induced fear could simulate the presence of a real urban vigilante, operating under the nom de guerre of the Black Cape. The trick was to keep the gangs (and, when need be, cops) afraid and off-balance enough not to realize that the Black Cape, upon swooping down from the shadows, never seemed to hit anyone very hard or bring anyone into custody, despite his threats. After some months of this, the group got good enough to actually convince a few people to turn themselves in, solidifying the legend somewhat.
Whether the group found a way to continue to function without Yona's ability to shut off street lights and security cameras is unknown and irrelevant to the story at hand.