Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 22:07:23 GMT -6
Weyland, Kara
Scion
Scion
AGE: 18
GENDER: Fluid(?)
TEAM: Loner
SIDE: Hero
OCCUPATION: None.
NATIONALITY: Born in the UK.
HISTORY: You know the outdated cliche, of a baby being abandoned, set into a basket and left at a church, only a small knock alerting church clergy of the baby sitting outside in the cold snow? Such events still happen in our world - events where no figure can be seen, and no parents claim the child. But this is no fairytale world, where the church raises an angelic child - these days, abandoned children go into the system, from orphanage to orphanage, family to family, around the country, with little time to ever truly even be children. Such was the life of one such Kara, whose mother or father left her without a care in their heart, to a life where she never found a single friend, because she never had the time to do so.
She had an active imagination, as you might expect of such a lonely child, who had lived in over a hundred places before she was sixteen years old, none of which ever wished to 'keep' her. Oh, she could tell you hundreds of stories, of Arthur, and Gil, of Sita and Hector, of Ein and Newt, of 'Siggie and Leggie' - endless tales of these amazing friends who talked to her whenever she was lonely, the idle imagination of a small child obviously. Except the tales never ended, ever scaring the families and matrons who cared for her, as she continued to talk of these tales.
Or perhaps, these tales were no such things - one of her families witnessed as much, when she was ten years old, and she walked with her younger 'sibling' to school. There are some places in the world where this is a safe activity, where it is expected, where there are no dangers - and then there are ones where wild dogs roam, and try and attack small children. But did Kara back down, did she allow anyone to be hurt? Of course she did not, a stick was grabbed, and she dealt with these beasts a manner unlike a small child should, claiming that Arthur showed her how to protect her sister.
Of course, another time moving came soon afterwards. And again, and again, as she became more and more independent, never giving up these 'imaginary' friends of hers, every few months something happening around her that she solved, usually with violence - until she finally left her home as an adult, for no reason other than a need to wander, away from where she was.
FAMILY: Many, Many, Many heroes.
PERSONALITY: More than a little stuck up, Kara is a bit self important - and does not hide her love of herself at all. She is, however, a hero to the core, to the point of protecting villains from heroes who would try to go too far. She takes any disrespect very severely however, more than willing to rough up those who insult her.
DISLIKES: Quiet time, being insulted.
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Under the Light
Of the Souls of Old
BODY STRUCTURE: Tall, six feet tall, and muscular.
STYLE: Average clothes - nothing amazing.
PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS: Multiple, over her body. Most done on her own, due to her powers.
COSTUME: When she fills herself with a heroic spirit, she gains dress and armaments fitting to them.
ODDITIES: She is more than happy to speak of what she is told by those who exist only within her soul.
ABILITIES: Scion of Heroes Past - Souls exist in a cycle, where those who are meant to be great, meant to be heroic, have a splinter of their soul live on, and continue - these heroic souls transcend time, and these splinters enter young children descended from these great heroes at times, granting them a connection to all the owners past. Through these splinters of soul, Scion can speak and channel the abilities of heroes past - she can call forth the swordplay of Arthur Pendragon himself, or the incredibly strength of Gilgamesh, the defensive ability of Sigrid, and the cunning of Odysseus. Of course, as the Scion, she cannot call many of these at once, and in truly connecting her soul to them, she becomes partially them - reaching through time to pull them into the present, melding her personality with theirs.
She can only use one spirit at a time, with a variety of effects based upon them - most often taking the traits known in the legends of these great people, as well as gaining arms and armor fitting to each one.
A Hero's Body - Even when she is not filled with the heroic spirit of her ancestors, she possesses the body of a true hero - she can take impacts that would disable others, and continue moving. She can heal from wounds that would take weeks in days, in months weeks. Her strength is that of a peak olympian human, capable of running record sprints, and lifting near record amounts of weight - for a normal human at least.
CONTROL: 8 - While she can control who she channels, she cannot control how they react, or how her personality changes. While still herself, she can take vastly different actions than she normally would, under the influence of a spirit.
SIDE-AFFECTS: While filled with a heroic spirit, her eyes turn glassy white, and her voice becomes overlayed with whichever the spirit held.
WEAKNESSES: True Hero - She doesn't respect 'modern' heroes nearly as much as classical ones, and is more than happy to point out the differences between the greatness of the past and the present - mostly by insulting her fellow heroes.
Distracted - Having a dozen people talking in your head all the time makes it more than a bit difficult to focus, sometimes.
Draining - Channeling a spirit of the past is an incredibly draining experience, and she often loses consciousness afterwards.
New Salvation
For the Son of Man
For the Son of Man
INTRODUCTION: Why did anyone even run a bank in Jump City? Kara had been in a hundred towns, and stood in hundreds of banks, but none of them held anything near the record of bank robberies of this one - it was like every idiot in a thousand mile radius decided to come rob this one, once a week. So here she was, just trying to get a bank account established in this new country, far from home, and now she was face down on the floor, with her hands over her head, and a half dozen voices yelling at her, "Stand up already, you are no worthless knave! Allow me to fill you, and punish them!" "No, no, choose me young one! I can make them bow before you, as they should bow before me!" "Ignore the men, the first job you have is making sure no one else is hurt - you have to stand up and protect them - and who but I can allow you that?" "No, allow me, I shall overcome them and save all!"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She shouted loudly - she hadn't meant to scream it, she hadn't meant to say it out loud at all, but the stress of the robbery, combined with the stress of being in her own head, it was hard for her to to focus at all. Unfortunately, this was neither the time, nor the place, for a mental breakdown. Especially as one of the robbers came over, the annoyingly stupid looking halloween mask obscuring his face as he kicked her in the side, "If anyone here should shut up, it's you little girl. Just stay quiet and no one will be hurt." His laugh was offensive the the blonde's ears, especially as he turned around, and headed towards the tellers along with the others. "Fine, fine, Arthur!" She huffed mentally, as she opened her mind, "I call on the King of Britain, by whose lead greatness shall return, with weapon blessed by all above."
As she chanted her words quietly, her eyes faded from having any color, becoming a pure white, and she rose up from the floor - knightly armor formed over her clothes, and a beautifully crafted silver blade appeared in her hand in just seconds, as she floated off the ground, pointing the blade at the armed robbers, "You may throw your arms to the ground, knaves, or you shall face the Once and Future King in battle." Even the tenor of her voice changed, as if two spoke at once, man and woman.
It was obvious even to her that the response would not be an unconditional surrender - she should at least offer however, and as they raised the guns to point at her, she was more than wiling to raise her blade, jumping forward as the first shot rang out, her sword guided by a hand other than her own, severing the bullets in air, "Behold, the power of Caliburn!" God, why did she yell that, that was so lame, but it felt so right, as she moved with superhuman speed, slicing the bullets out of air, until she finally reached the first of her targets, weapon cut directly in half, no damage done to the man until her free hand landed in his face.
By the end of the day, no one would be hurt - besides a few missing teeth on the robbers.
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